Katniss Fanart Novels & Stories

Fuck. Katerina stood at the far end of the hall, right in front of the tall windows. The afternoon sun poured in behind her, lighting up her blonde hair and making her look like she was glowing. Her cream-colored dress hugged her perfectly—no wrinkles, no stains. Diamonds sparkled around her neck, catching the light every time she moved. She looked exactly like what a Luna should look like. Like she belonged in this wing, in this house, in this life. And she was staring at Elena like Elena was dirt stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Heron remains nonchalant. Aunt Katina faintly extends a smile that does not sync with her Nordic blue eyes with triangular glitters at the outer canthi. She daintily pats her side bun of braided ash-blonde hair, which reveals the glittery sigillum on her upper arm that all fairies have. While uncle Cosmo cocks his head, giving a nod, and flipped his black fringes from his cobalt blue orbs that glint eccentrically.

My ultimate fantasy is that the photo shoot leads to hot sex with a beautiful, young black woman. The current star of my fantasies is Katrina, a sexy, black, 18 year old intern working in our office for the summer. She is the daughter of one of my clients and this is her third summer working for us. She sorts the mail, does filing and general clerical duties for the analysts working on my floor and we interact frequently with good rapport. She is a knockout. She has shiny black hair hanging down to her shoulders, beautiful big brown eyes set between high cheek bones and a smile made more inviting by a thick, pouty lower lip. She's about 5' 8" with long shapely legs usually covered with black

Now all she sees is the handsome dude glaring through my lock-screen with the words ‘Love, Hunter’ scrawled in dark ink over his silver hair. Saturn stands contrapposto, her blonde ponytail dangling to the side. She tilts her head, smirking as she drawls, “Hunter, spiiicy… How did you hook this man, huh? Or is he your celebrity crush?” I DO NOT indulge in fangirling, bitch. “Kindly fuck off,” I retort. But the girl’s too invested in the image to be fazed. “Mhm. He’s gorgeous,” she moans, and I can only think of trolls devouring rotten livers. Very. Disgusting. “What’s his username?”

I asked. "Raon," he replied. That didn't make sense. It was a very random name, not one Alya would usually pick. "Interestingly," Kate said as she looked through the file, "all of these art galleries are displaying the work of the artist Raon." "Alya was a good at art," Cam said. "She could be Raon." "Show me the pictures of the paintings," I demanded. I could confirm if it was her by having a look at her paintings. I could recognize her work like the back of my hand.

“What?” Katniss shifts her weight to now lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over her very bare chest, a smirk playing on her lips like she’s about to drop the juiciest bit of gossip. “Aren’t you dying to know why I’m here? Why I'm naked?” She sighs, faux-sympathetic. “Poor thing. Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, I had sex with Sven. The King you used Fae magic into forming a mate bond with.”

CATYA I was still thinking about that moment. Killian stepped out of the shadows, jaw cut like stone, suit clinging to him in ways that should’ve been illegal, and Rebel—oh Rebel—standing there with that knife at his man's throat like some avenging angel who didn’t know whether to stab or laugh. She told me she was going to the ladies', but I suspected something was wrong, so I followed her silently. And then? I whistled away. Literally. “Catya,” Rebel muttered, pulling her hoodie over her head as we left the store. Bags dangled from my hands, and she had her arms folded like she was a teenager instead of… well, Rebel. “You’re being loud.” I pressed the whistle into a tune just to annoy her.

Apparently, all the female warriors were rooting for me. Katniss, a towering figure of resolute strength and beauty, approached me. She was huge, robust, bigger than an average female warrior. She had an oblong face and her platinum blonde hair was perfectly matched with her gray eyes. "You did well for an omega, we all doubted if you'd even make it past the first set, Luna Annalisa." She said, helping me off the ground. I instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, simultaneously regretting not having told Aliya to make them into braids. "Thank you, Katniss," I replied, panting.

I needed my name on her as soon as possible, to me that was more personal, and made more of a statement than a diamond ring. Katarina got undressed and straddled the chair, so Stacy could do her thing. "If you want, we can start on the outline." She offered when she was finished lining up the art- work on Kat's back. "Not today, give us a few weeks. Now where's the other one?" Stacy brought out the other drawing I'd asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side in a lounging position. Kat's mouth hung open in surprise.

His body is so warm. "Kyaaaaaaaaah! Fafa Kirk, I'm loving your bulge! Oh.em.geeee!" Rossweisse squealed and focuses the camera on his thing. And before she could take a shot, Katerina pulled her hair and dragged her away. "Waaaaahhh! Bulge! Let me go, Granny! Just a close up shot please!" Katerina born to be heartless pulled her hair even more, "Ouch! Granny! Ouch! Fuck! It hurts! Damn you to the deepest depths of hell, Katerina! Bulgeeee!!"