#Johanna x Madge

[diddlesnap]

everyone say happy pride month katniss!!!

[swiftlark]

thg characters on twitter: 1/?

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Katniss shipping poll:

Okay so I tried to do the Katniss poll the other day, but then I realized I only put voting on for 24 hours, PLUS I remembered that Finnick/Johanna/Annie were all 18+ whereas Katniss was still 17 at the end of the series.

I honestly forgot Finnick was 24(!!!) in the series; I thought the younger victors were all pretty close in age, especially since they developed pretty close relationships in mockingjay (close in their own way).

So, after a bit of consideration I WILL still be including ships like Johanna and Katniss, but with the assumption that they’d be closer in age or kind of in a canon-adjacent au. I’m not personally endorsing the idea of a 17 year old being with a 24 year old on its surface—but at the end of the day it’s simply shipping two characters and I can understand why people like certain characters dynamics.

I won’t be including any other adults in the shipping polls with characters like Katniss, Peeta, Gale, etc. You won’t find something like Beetee x Peeta in here 💀

**I also included Everlark, despite knowing that it would probably get all the votes; I included Hayffie in my previous one, so I wanted to try and be consistent.

Anyway, hopefully that wasn’t super boring or discomforting, here’s the poll:

[ovtsakaramel]

I love this picrew so fucking much agahdhdh

Made Johanna, odesta, everlark,gadge and hayffie. Also for the sexualities it's jus headcanons

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the hunger games masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ finnick odair, johanna mason, gale hawthorne, cressida, cato, madge undersee (platonic)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ finnick odair. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ johanna mason. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gale hawthorne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cressida. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cato. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ madge undersee. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[tenaciousmoneymuffinzine]

Thoughts on chapters 5 through 12

- I love how Katniss is like "I do not love Peeta Mellark.......but I would like him to snuggle with me in bed and keep away the nightmares 🥰" Girl please

- Snow, literally forcing Katniss to marry someone against her (sort of) will: Let's talk wedding dates lol cause I'm such a wonderful guy teehee

Katniss, because she is apparently fluent in sarcasm: Oh, the fun we two have together

- Suzanne Collins is amazing.....people drinking something to make them throw up so they can continue eating while half the Districts starve to death....the symbolism of food and hunger is amazing. She's such a wonderful writer

- Not Katniss and Plutarch dancing at arm's length cause neither of them really want to dance with the other 😆

- Katniss, if you don't want Peeta, I do. I will not let this man go unloved and unmarried!

- "My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here." This man is so in love with her - how does she not realize it is 100% genuine for so long???

- Madge deserved better

- I hate Gale🤮. I hate Gale🤮 so much.

- Peeta immediately agreeing to run away with Katniss even though he knows she won't actually do it. He's so ride or die for her I love it 😄

- "GaLe🤮 iS mInE. AnD i aM hIs. aNyThInG eLsE iS uNtHiNkAbLe" Okay girlie...whatever you say

- Peeta is just so sweet - he knows she's confused and maybe in love with Gale🤮 and he just is like "I stand by your side no matter what babe ❤️" Mad respect

- Katniss wakes up from a nightmare and is like "I wish Peeta was here to hold me" only to have to REMIND HERSELF that she isn't supposed to wish that anymore because she's cHoSeN gAle🤮 Girl, who are you trying to fool here? No one but yourself

- I love how Katniss is thinking about how good Peeta is at speaking and how he could move a crowd to do anything with just his words and about how he's so good at it - this is the same guy that dropped the baby bomb and the "she came here with me". He can move people. He can also destroy shit to pieces.

- Peeta: I'll walk with you to the burned down rubble of the Hob, Katniss. Let's hold hands.

Katniss, the delusional: Okay. This is platonic for sure and I am not in love with him 😊

- I love how Peeta finds out cheese buns are her favorite and then all of a sudden there seems to be an unending supply at her house

- The entire part with her getting back after jumping from a tree to avoid the fence and Haymitch and Peeta teasing her and her and Peeta bickering like an old married couple and Peeta stealing the peppermints and not letting her have the bag back just to tease her is one of my favorite parts. It gives me domestic Everlark vibes and I love it 🥹

- "I can feel myself slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. 'Stay with me.' As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch it." Girl, we all know what that word was

- Katniss: Spends an entire paragraph (15 lines) going on about Peeta and his hands and the way they draw the lines of the flowers and his eyelashes and how blond they are and how long they are

Also Katniss: I am not in love with Peeta Mellark

Like, okay bestie. Whatever makes you feel better.

- Insane that she literally doesn't even get a say in her wedding dress - just a bunch of designs that everyone voted on

- Fuck you President Snow

I'm rereading The Hunger Games trilogy with a lot more insight on it and the characters than 14yo me did

Updates and lots of unnecessary commentary to come

[allisluv]

---- drabble / oneshot wip list

please let me know in the comments or in my inbox which ones you would like me to prioritise <3

masterlist.

guidelines.

requests: open

wip:

the hunger games:

*johanna getting turned on by readers hands

*katniss and reader getting ready in tigris' shop

*sex with katniss in the meadow

finnick comforting reader through a hard time

reader comforting katniss after her breakdown in mjp2

madge and reader getting married

tigris guiding you through a panic attack

*masc johanna post rebellion smut

finnick x reader in an everlark admiring from afar situation

rejecting finnicks proposal

post!hijack peeta x reader based on the alchemy by taylor swift

katniss and reader in district thirteen*

johanna being impressed when her partner takes control

finnick helping reader through a sensory overload

haymitch and effie at readers graduation

finnick on your birthday

*scissoring sub!annie when she’s on her period

*finnick making reader suck on his fingers when she’s being too loud

finnick and reader being parental over their young tributes

annie doing stick and poke on reader

reader doing finnick's makeup

finnick overhearing people making fun of his partners lisp

annie and reader being best friends

*post war johanna with a hair pulling kink

katniss explaining her asexuality to peeta

johanna x reader with anorexia

katniss with a cat loving girlfriend

finnick x vegetarian!reader

making out with johanna while your homophobic parents are downstairs

haymitch’s daughter sneaking up on him

finnick x reader who’s ashamed of her scars (TW)

finnick helping reader realise that her past trauma and what happened was not okay (TW)

finnick x reader in the gym

katniss x grieving!reader

finnick x reader who doesn't pay him any attention (and is lowkey oblivious)

finnick finds your childhood teddy while looking for a valentine's day gift

peeta with a partner who’s ashamed of her scars from a previous surgery

finnick and reader making their favourite meal together

parent!odesta when their daughter sees finnick’s propo from district 13

lucy gray and reader being best friends

sweet sex with finnick*

friends to lovers smut with finnick*

platonic johanna and finnick headcanons

finnick x haymitch’s!daughter

fluffy smut with finnick*

comforting finnick when he tells you about his experiences in the capitol

cato x reader headcanons

gloss x reader with period cramps

best friend!peeta confessing his love for you

your children plan a dinner date for you and finnick

reader wanting to take a walk during the middle of the night after an argument with finnick

annie takes her son to the aquarium

johanna x teacher!reader

dom!katniss x sub!reader after the rebellion*

finnick and wife!reader having fun on mothers day*

criminal minds:

derek's long lost daughter showing up at the bullpen

jj finding out her daughter vapes

emily realising she has a crush on reader for the first time

*rough sex and soft aftercare with emily

elle nsfw alphabet

spencer helping hurt!reader

daisy jones and the six:

billy, his wife and their daughter spend father’s day together

daisy x fem!dunne!reader

sneaking off with billy during an awards ceremony

eddie x fem!dunne reader

being in a secret relationship with eddie

karen sfw alphabet

warren x famous!actress!reader

best friends to lovers trope with camila

"what if someone sees?" with daisy

billy and camila smut

graham x reader meeting in a bar

daisy takes her daughter to the circus

the band watching christmas movies

[findroleplay]

hi there! i'm eliza (she/her) & at the moment i'm craving either some harry potter, asoiaf, or some hunger games rp. it's like its 2013 again! i'm 25+ (sigh!) so unwilling to write with anyone under 21 under any circumstances, and I write on discord, generally on private servers.

i like to double up in terms of canons - if i write your preferred canon, it would be great if you could write mine - and if we do mxf ships I prefer to double up on those too. I am comfortable writing all genders and dynamics, I just find that having two ships means we both have equal investment! in terms of ocs I have noted a couple of oc scenarios I would like to explore, but in general I prefer to stick faiiiirly close to canons.

i am definitely a 2-3 paragraphs type of writer and i love to ramble on about our characters, novel/novella style!

below i have listed a ships i'm craving, with my preferred role in bold*, as well as some canons I just love writing in any scenario! *if neither is bolded you can take your pick, it means I love writing both of them <3 italicised means I would literally kill for you to write this with me. i'm open to canon x oc or canon x canon, as well as mxf (generally my default but not always!), mxm, or mxf.

I'm very easy going (just silly really) and would put my activity at about a 6/10 - I won't be on discord every day but will absolutely check in with you if I think I'm going to be away from my phone or extremely busy. while I don't have any triggers per say, I prefer to plot and write a little together before plunging into full blown smut, and I like nsfw scenes to have a plot purpose (most of the time lol). needless to say i am extremely anti-jkr. these characters are ours now <3 harry potter: fred weasley x alicia spinnet** (i would probably cut limbs off for this) sirius black x marlene mckinnon sirius black x remus lupin sirius black x ofc oliver wood x katie bell or ofc george weasley x luna lovegood george weasley x angelina johnson narcissa malfoy x lucius malfoy draco malfoy x astoria greengrass alastor moody x anyone fabian prewett x anyone

lily evans x james potter draco malfoy x harry potter ginny weasley x harry potter ginny weasley x pansy parkinson bill weasley x fleur delacour dudley dursley x anyone magical for his redemption arc any minor character ships where we can develop backstories! (just off the top of my head for characters that I love to develop: michael corner, padma patil, justin finch-fletchley, theodore nott, terry boot, susan bones, blaise zabini)

the hunger games: finnick odair x annie cresta haymitch abernathy x effie trinket coriolanus snow x whatever poor girl he decides is going to be his wife gale hawthorne x madge undersee

gale hawthorne x johanna mason ('i could fix him' 'well i could make him worse') finnick odair x ofc (happy to play either role) original tributes in the arena, tribute x mentor if we come up with something good! haymitch x his girl from home (rip babe) asoiaf (book canon): robb stark x jeyne westerling or ofc robb stark x oc if we double! luv writing him sansa stark x jon snow (post parent reveal) jon snow x satin loras tyrell x renly baratheon ellaria sand x oberyn martell catelyn stark x jaime lannister iykyk catelyn stark x roose bolton nooo don't give me the skin of my enemies you're so sexy aha x davos seaworth x stannis baratheon arianne martell x anyone at all! sansa stark x willas tyrell robb stark x margaery tyrell edmure tully x margaery tyrell tbh you can probably persuade me on most canon x canon crack marriages. i got fully invested in lyanna x jaime lannister once so now nothing will surprise me <3 if you're interested in any of these pls like this post so I can reach out and provide my discord!

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[thesweetnessofspring]

My contributions:

I Hate Everything But You -> Katniss to Peeta

Man Nap -> Haymitch, Finnick, and Beetee help Peeta post-war (complete with the 80s hair band)

Friendtopia -> Coin getting ready to start the war

The Moment Is Me -> Katniss in scripted propos

Scary Scary Sexy Lady -> Johanna Mason

This Session is Gonna Be Different -> Dr. Aurelius when Katniss calls after Peeta goes home

Nothing is Ever Anyone's Fault -> Coryo and his x reader stans

I Gave You a UTI -> Peeta to Katniss a few days after "so after"

Greg's Drinking Song -> Haymitch.

You Go First -> Katniss and Peeta between 74th Games and Victory Tour

You're My Best Friend (and I Know I’m Not Yours) -> Madge to Katniss

I Want to Be a Child Star -> Careers

For the, like, five people who share in these two special interests: CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND SONGS THAT ARE APPLICABLE TO THG-VERSE MY CONTRIBUTIONS You Stupid Bitch → Katniss to herself after meeting with Hijacked!Peeta after Annie and Finnick's wedding. It Was A Shit Show → Lucy Gray to Coriolanus Snow after All Of The Horrors. Oh My God I Think I Like You → Katniss on the beach with Peeta Let's Have Intercourse → Gale to Katniss when he's literally trying to make a move on her while simultaneously telling her all about his other sexual exploits. @dancing-on-tiptoes'S CONTRIBUTIONS I Go To The Zoo → Coriolanus visiting Lucy Gray. I Have Friends → Katniss realizing Madge was her friend. I'm The Villain In My Own Story → The realization that Snow SHOULD have had but refused to!!! What A Rush To Be A Bride → Katniss playing up the wedding planning to the adoring public. Research Me Obsessively → Katniss and Peeta waching the previous Victors' tapes before the Quarter Quell After Everything I've Done For You (That You Didn't Ask For) → Haymitch talking to Katniss about saving her from the Quell. Haymitch: After all the things I did for you!!!! Katniss: THAT I DIDN'T ASK FOR The Sexy Getting Ready Song → Capitol Makeovers Settle For Me → Gale. Just Gale. I'm In A Sexy French Depression → Katniss finding nap/dissociation spots in the bowels of District 13. Strip Away My Conscience → All those fic where Hijacked!Peeta FUCKS Fit Hot Guys Have Problems Too → PEETA BOB MELLARK Getting Bi → PEETA BISEXUAL MELLARK His Status Is... Preferred → Haymitch about Effie What U Missed While U Were Popular → Somehow this is Katniss picking Wiress and Beetee for allies. Etta Mae's Lament → MAKE PEETA SING THIS LIKE NATHANIEL DID. @vasilissadragomir'S CONTRIBUTION Period Sex → Post MJ when Katniss gets her cycle back.

[frick6101719]

🎸

YAAAASSS this was so exciting I knew RIGHT away that this was going to be my chance to write rockstar!Johanna; I only had to decide on who would be her "gal pal”. Full disclosure though, this is FULLY unedited. 

Part two will be coming soon--I have basically ripped this right from an original work of mine, so it was fairly easy to get waaayyy more written than a “tiny fic.” Of course, I still got carried away, so while there isn’t much  🎸 🎸 🎸 in this part, that’s coming (promise). For now, enjoy plenty of 🥂🍾

~~~

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end of the line is croaky and dry, but it’s still music to Madge’s ears. “Well, finally!” She rolls over on the bed, twirling the phone cord around her wrist. “I swear you’re harder to get hold of than President Coin herself.”

“Madge?” suddenly the voice sounds significantly more vivacious. “The receptionist said it was someone called Ash!”

Madge laughs. “Well, then I hope this is a happy surprise?”

“Of course,” Johanna says without hesitation. “What’s up?”

“Oh, not much. I just… I wanted to see what’s up with you, actually. Do you have any plans for this Saturday?”

Even through the crackling noises of the long-distance call, she can hear Johanna’s mouth snap shut mid-yawn. “We’re back in Seven,” she says quickly. “We’ve got shows Friday and Saturday night before we hop back on the bus, next stop District Nine. Why? Are you in town? When? Where are you staying?”

Of course, Madge wouldn’t have asked unless she already knew. She’s had Jo’s tour schedule practically memorized since it began months ago. “A few of us are in town on campaign business. Paylor’s got us on a tight schedule through Friday, but we have Saturday free. I thought… well, I didn’t mean to make plans without asking, but—”

“Of course. Of course Madgie,” Johanna says. “Now where are you staying?”

“They’ve got us put up at the Pinecone,” Madge says, trying to sound upbeat about the twin beds and the scratchy comforters. “I’m here with Delly—”

“They’ve got you two to a room? Fucking hell.” She laughs, though it quickly dissolves into coughing. “Your parents must be thrilled,” she says, once she’s cleared her throat. “Pauvre Princesse.”

“Johanna,” she says, trying to sound stern. “I don’t appreciate your derision. Or your terrible French accent. Besides, it’s not so bad,” she insists. “I mean, where are you staying, the Cedarview?”

“Oh, don’t you know it,” Johanna purrs. “Only the finest for us dirty rock-n-rollers.”

“Seriously?” She doesn’t quite succeed at keeping the whine out of her voice. She stayed at the Cedarview over a decade ago with her parents, and she still dreams about it. “I was only joking. I’m so jealous.”

“Well, come stay over,” she says, matter-of-factly. “I’ll tell them to leave a key for you at the front desk—I won’t be back until real late Friday night, you can just show up after work and crash. Order expensive bubbly and strawberries from room service, I don’t care. Call it my treat. Or like, my pity gift to you for having to stay at the fucking Pinecone all week.”

“Oh, Johanna I couldn’t—”

“Yeah, you can.” There’s a pause. “Or is this the reputation thing again?”

Madge bites her lip. “I just… I don’t know. I don’t want to be reckless.”

She knows Johanna understands. They’ve been the best of friends since they were twelve years old, since they met at summer camp when they were both sent to the director for punching a boy. Only Johanna had actually punched anyone, but Madge had stood beside her in defending a young girl from the little bully. Her parents were horrified, but Madge kind of liked the reputation the incident earned her among the other campers.

Now, however, she had to be much more careful with her reputation. If her political dreams are ever going to be realised, she can’t afford the scandal of being seen as the one-time lover of the lead singer of Vicious—no matter that she and Johanna are only friends. She already has enough to contend with being an Undersee.

“Alright,” Johanna says, in a tone that brokers no room for argument. “The Cedarview is fucking ritzy; if they don’t know discretion, no one does. I won’t tell them your name, I’ll just tell them to look for a cute blonde in a navy bucket hat. You packed your hat, right?”

Madge almost laughs. “I packed three. That one included.”

“Perfect. Then your identity will be remain our little secret.”

She bites her lip against her smile, already so excited for Friday. “Lovely. Thanks so much, Jo.”

“No problem Madgie-moo. Now I’ve gotta scram—I’m supposed to be resting my voice.”

“Hot lemon water and honey,” Madge says automatically. “No excuses.”

Johanna groans. “Yes ma’am.”

“Bye, Johanna.”

“Au revior, Madgérine.”

Delly comes back from the pool early, while Madge is still packing her valise.

Her big brown eyes light up, and she does a little shimmy as she enters the hotel room. “Oooh are you heading out overnight?”

Madge smiles, giving a prim nod. “Just to see a friend, sorry it’s not more salacious. She’s just in town tonight and tomorrow morning, her work schedule is pretty busy.”

Delly makes a sympathetic noise. “That sucks! She’ll be in town for both Vicious shows and she’ll miss both of them!”

Years of conversations like this and Madge is an old pro. She doesn’t so much as bat an eyelash. “You’re a Vicious fan?” she would not have guessed that peppy, preppy Delly would go for the punky-grungy hard rock.

She nods enthusiastically, blonde ringlets bouncing. “Totally. Gale managed to snag some tickets last minute which I am super excited about. They’re supposed to always be good live, but live in their hometown? I’m sure it’ll be out of this world.”

Madge smiles. “It will be. I saw them a couple years back, actually, they’re really fantastic live.”

Delly’s jaw drops. “You’re a fan too? I can’t believe we’re only figuring this out now! I feel so bad, Gale got extra tickets but gave them to Katniss and her boyfriend!”

Of course, Madge doesn’t tell her that she’ll be at the show tomorrow night, with no need for a ticket as she’ll be watching from backstage.

“Oh, don’t worry about it Delly. I don’t think Katniss has ever seen them before, so I’m glad she and Peeta got the tickets. Besides, I’ll be wanting to spend as much time as possible with Britt, so I’ll be with her during the show time.”

Delly still looks torn. “Well, I’m glad you have your friend. Next time! Johanna Mason’s voice is too good to miss.”

“She’ll bring the house down, that’s for sure.”

“It’s at the university stadium--outdoors,” Delly supplies, grinning. “But I’m sure you’re still right.”

~~~

Despite being used to trying to conceal her identity, it turns out Madge still isn’t very good at it.

“It works better if you tuck your hair up,” her taxi driver says, looking in his rear-view at Madge trying to figure out how to best cover her face with the hat.

She closes her compact mirror, smiling hopelessly back. “Ah, thanks. That obvious?”

The taxi clucks his tongue. “Oh, no ma’am. But I’ve driven a star or two around this city—and to the Cedarview. What do you do?”

“Oh—oh nothing. I’m just a political aide, but I may have lied to my friends about where I was going, and I don’t want to take any chances. They’re going out tonight, you see.” The lie slips out smoothly. To be sure, it’s partially true; she did lie to her friends about where she’s going, and she is a political aide. But she’s also been on television since she was born, being the daughter of one of Panem’s most famous politicians.

And of course, there’s the whole Johanna Mason thing.

The taxi smiles, not questioning her story. Not outwardly, anyway, for which Madge is grateful.

She gives him an extra-generous tip, fixing her hat once more (hair tucked up this time) as she heads up the steps to the Cedarview.

The lobby is just as grand as she remembers—which is saying something, since she hasn’t been here in many years, and memories from childhood do tend to get embellished—a perfect mix of rustic and elegant, with huge wooden beams, white marble, and silver accents.

Madge is still walking up to the front desk, not even taking the time to truly admire her surroundings, when one of the receptionists stops what she’s doing to come out to greet her. She has a key attached to a leather cord, and presses it into Madge’s hand with a professional, yet conspiratorial smile. “Miss Mason wishes me to tell you that she has given you carte-blanche with hospitality services offered here at the Cedarview, and she insists that you, and I quote ‘buy some goddamn champagne and a facemask or some shit.’” Her lips purse a little, as though the words taste strange in her mouth. She’s probably not supposed to swear within a kilometre of this building, Madge thinks. But that’s Johanna for you.

“Thank you so much—” she checks the woman’s nametag. “—Kalle. It’s been a long week, I’m sure I’ll be phoning down before too long.”

Kalle smiles, dipping her head. “We’d be happy to bring up anything you like.” When she looks back up, there’s something especially sincere in her eyes. “I’m a big fan of your father’s, and I’m becoming a big fan of yours as well, Miss.”

Well, so much for going incognito.

“Please, you may call for me personally if there’s anything we can do to improve your stay.”

Naturally Johanna is set up in a massive suite seventeen floors up—Madge is no stranger to opulence, but even so she’s a little embarrassed by how long she stands slack-jawed in the threshold.

She unzips her boots, then shamelessly tears off her socks, sighing as she digs her bare toes into the plush carpet. Her mother might call her a heathen, but Madge doesn’t care. She’s already decided that tonight is a night for hedonism, and how long has it been since she indulged?

And what better place to do it?

The whole room is cream, jade, charcoal, and silver, ornate but never ostentatious, comfortable but elegant. There’s not one but two massive crystal chandeliers, and when she crosses the room to fling apart the curtains that line the entire wall, she sees that the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city below. Closer to the bedroom area of the suite, she can see, there’s even a balcony with wrought-iron patio furniture that looks like it would make an idyllic breakfast spot.

First things first, Madge finds the record player, modernized to connect to an electronic music library, while keeping the fun and retro look of a gramophone. Deciding it’s not possible to go wrong with Elvis, she selects a compilation album and cranks the volume, already dreaming of bubble baths and strawberries with custard as she begins looking for the room service menu.

She really takes Johanna at her word, ordering a bottle of champagne, an entire litre of strawberries, custard, a clay face mask, and a chocolate croissant. Her stomach rumbles the second she sets the phone down, but it’s time to see about that bubble bath.

Room service arrives with her goodies faster than should be possible, when Madge is waiting in a fluffy bathrobe by the tub, checking the water temperature. There are two glasses on the tray, but she puts the extra one down on the coffee table, taking the rest of her spoils to the bathroom.

She soaks in the tub, face mask on, sipping bubbly and munching away for what must be two hours. By the time Madge finally extracts herself from the lukewarm water, Elvis has transitioned into Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and she’s equal parts tipsy and pruney.

But her belly is pleasantly full, and she feels more relaxed than she has in weeks. She owes Johanna a huge thank you for this—really, it’s just what she needed, even if she hadn’t realised.

She pours herself a glass of water and changes into her pjs, putting the uneaten berries in the fridge for tomorrow morning. It’s only ten, but she decides to brush her teeth and climb into bed—she’s been trying to get through Mrs. Dalloway for what feels like ages, and the chance to read in peace, without fear of interruption, is too good to pass up. As Delly would likely say, sometimes you have to “treat yo self.”

So she snuggles in to the layers of down and 800-thread-count sheets, plucks her crocheted bookmark out of Mrs. Dalloway… and promptly falls asleep.

The next thing she’s aware of is a sunbeam shining right against her closed eyelids, and the sound of snoring coming from beside her. Blinking blearily against the annoying little ray of light, she looks around, quickly ascertaining the source of the noise, at least.

Madge smiles. She could really make a fortune at the tabloids if she’d just brought her camera—she knows it wouldn’t be hard to find a pap who would pay through the nose for a picture of Johanna Mason, rock star extraordinaire, hair a wild shaggy mess and drool leaking from the corner of her mouth onto her pillow. She sleeps as soundly as the dead.

Madge herself must have been out like a light when she came in, as she doesn’t remember being woken in the slightest, despite all signs indicating that Johanna moved through the room with all the grace of a tornado. It looks like she barely had time to kick her boots off and (mostly) close the drapes before she collapsed in bed last night. She’s still wearing more jewelry than Madge ever has in her life—bangles, about a billion earrings, more rings than she has fingers, and necklaces that miraculously didn’t choke her in her sleep.

She’s even still wearing her leather pants, though her shirt is discarded on the floor covered in something orange and sticky-looking, leaving Johanna in a dark green bralette, and of course the bedsheet she’s got herself right tangled into.

Madge is seized by the sudden urge to kiss her on the nose. Instead she smiles, heart swelling, and slips carefully out of bed. She knows well enough by now to let a sleeping rock star lie.  

[broken-everlark]

Soooo. I've been thinking about posting either new chapters of Play That Song or I can start a new fic. I have two ideas for new fics but I need votes on what to do first.

(1) I can do another chapter of Play That Song based off of a Weezer song (I will not reveal which one because this WIP is a smutty joke) Pairing - Gadge + Johanna.

(2) Or I can post a different chapter of Play That Song based off 18 by Anarbor. (Will have slight age gap 18 x 20 + smut) Pairing - either Everlark or Odesta.

(3) Post a new fic with a dark! Peeta x Katniss ((if this is voted for I'll reveal what the au is..😅 just trust me))

(4) Again a new fic but with a werewolf! Peeta x Katniss. ((Same rules as 3, both aus are things I've been thinking about doing for a while. & I've been dying to do a werewolf fic.))

I don't know if anyone will actually vote but those who do. Thank you.

@sparklingdust4612

[heartshapedfractal]

if madge undersee and johanna mason ever met they would have fallen head over heals for each other.

[broken-everlark]

@mega-aulover dang I forgot Cressida x gale🤣

Okay okay for me it's definitely 1. Madge, 2. Johanna, 3. Cressida

So decided this was the question to try the shiney new polls out with!

[warriorlid14]

I'm reading some of the anons the Gale-centric/ Gale x Katniss secret Santa giveaway is receiving and this is embarrassing y'all.

We should be supporting more content in the hunger games fandom, not shooting each other down. More ships and more content creates a more diverse and honestly, more fun fandom experience. And this goes for other ships beyond Gale x Katniss. Katniss/Johanna? Peeta/Madge? Peeta/Delly? Etc? Go off!

I really hope this is just one person being hateful and not a whole bunch of us in the fandom. Again, you're embarrassing. Do better.

[allisluv]

other thg works`1

blurbs/thoughts:

my top 10 thg characters

dating modern!madge undersee headcanons

thg girls experiencing homophobia

thg girls with a clingy s/o

going to a haunted house with thg girls

haymitch taking you to a daddy daughter dance

haymitch braiding your hair

effie looking after sick!reader

father figure haymitch trying to stay sober

effie helping tribute reader with their first period

effie helping you with your makeup

effie and haymitch picking you up from school when you're sick

haymitch forgetting to pick you up after school

pet-names thg girls use for their s/o

haymitch looking after a younger victor

effie as a mother hcs

haymitch letting you bunk off school

reader giving victors crocheted animals

mom!effie during prom season

haymitch picking you up from school after you misbehave

mom!effie at your graduation ceremony

fields of gold by sting -- an everlark analysis

gale thirdwheeling on your dates with peeta

why i think gale is autistic

effie and haymitch on your birthday

effie waking up on her birthday to see that you've spoiled her

odesta, everlark and johanna at pride (1) (2)

thg characters in a celebrity!au

mom!effie during your first muscial theatre solo

thg characters reacting to merch of themselves

what i think happened to thg characters after the rebellion

odesta's son hcs!

thg characters reacting to plushies of themselves

mom!effie during your first breakup

joannie headcanons

gloss finding out his little sister has a boyfriend

mom!effie is sentimental

cashmere and gloss' favourite taylor albums

mom!effie overpacking for a trip to the beach

thg characters love languages

cashmere headcanons

covey headcanons

enobaria theory on why her teeth were sharpened

thg boys reactions to receiving flowers from their s/o

what thg characters bring to a candy salad and their trauma dumps

thg characters with kids

my thoughts on enobaria x cashmere

taylor swift albums and songs i asosciate with thg characters

what would the victors do in the sims

what i think the victors mbti and signs are

the victors in a soap opera

how thg characters drink their coffees

why are the careers forgotten about?

thg characters that i think listen to fleetwood mac

thg characters favourite foods

thg characters favourite subjects in school

which thg characters i think are swifties

what thg characters signature scents are

father figure haymitch headcanons

thg characters and their youtube channels

mom!effie when you show her your new outfits

music i think thg characters listen to

baths and showers with thg characters

thg characters arenas

thg characters reacting to fem!reader getting her nipped pierced

haymitch and effie taking you to pride

mom!effie when you want to come home from school

dad!haymitch helping you with your first period

effie taking you to the capitol mall for the first time

effie with a 12 year old victor

everlark and odesta camping on the beach

sorting thg characters into hogwars houses

mom!effie and dad!haymitch when their child is being bulled in school

the golden alliance's type in a s/o

cashmere religion headcanon

thg characters favourite petnames to be called

cecelia comforting you when your house is being sold

maude ivory and her pet cat

thg characters favourite rabbit holes

tattoos i think thg characters would get

thg characters sexuality headcanons

thg ships as disney couples

thg characters allergies

coming out to mom!effie

mom!effie and dad!haymitch looking after fainted!reader

thg characters favourite classic books

sejanus is a sub

mom!effie helping victor!reader with their nightmares

odesta headcanons

thg characters as inside out emotions

thg characters favourite gilmore girls character

haymitch comforting you when you're home sick and trying to study

how joannie spend the anniversary of finnick's death

maude ivory headcanons

the covey letting new people in

the covey on halloween

thg characters favourite artists

how thg characters text

[bill-y]

INURE

Peeta Mellark x Reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part four: Click here, rooroorara shooty shooty vang vang

Part five: You're right here, silly!

Part six: Click here, war criminal of 1878!

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The moment the anthem finished, we were taken into custody. It's not as if we were cuffed or anything; a group of Peacekeepers simply marched us through the front door of the Justice Building.

Each year, at least one of the tributes tries to escape; I've never seen one successfully do so.

Once inside, they put me in a room. It's the most prosperous place I've been to. With a thick carpet in the ground and a weird couch made of fabric, I've never seen before.

It was a strange texture, almost like the weird fuzzy stuff in deer's antlers. My father called them velvet; was this the same thing? If so, that's a bit gross.

Despite this, I still caressed the couch; it was oddly comforting. Almost like you're patting a nearly hairless kitten. It switched from smooth to rough each time I ran my hands through it.

Then I remembered that we only had an hour to say goodbye to our loved ones before leaving for the Capitol. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in. I didn't want to cry at all; the cameras were trained on me. I'm sure the Capitol would eat my tears up.

The first people who came in were my mother and my brother. Kunal let out a sob as he ran towards me, practically throwing himself onto me. I hugged him, staying silent as he buried his face into my neck, afraid that if he let go, I would disappear.

But I needed to break it one way or another. "Mother," I called, my voice detached. Her green eyes met mine, her lips quivering. I gulped down my spit, taking another deep breath in. "Do you. . . Have any idea on how you'll support yourselves. . ?" I asked.

Her eyes landed on the thick, red carpet. "Not as of now," she answered grimly, "But Katniss' mother offered me some work at the apothecary,"

My arms around my brother tightened. Maybe Gale and Katniss could bring them some of the game as well, though I wouldn't count on it. Why would they help us when they have other things to worry about? It's not as if I could teach Nal how to hunt either. The boy's frightened by his own shadow.

All he's good for right now for picking flowers as much as I love him. A sigh escaped my lips, my chest falling slowly as the reality sunk in.

"Well, you must think of something," I told her, my brows furrowing. "I'm not going to come back; I won't be able to support you and—"

"No!" she barked, "No! You will come back, Y/n." she proclaimed, her eyes shaking. She clenched her, fists, "Swear that you will."

Bitterness rose within me. "Tell that to the Capitol, mother," I said coolly. "If I die, then I—." My words were cut short by the sobbing of my brother.

He sniffled, pulling away from my now wet neck. "You'll win, won't you?" he croaked, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his reaping clothes.

I felt my heart stop; what was I supposed to say to him? "No, Nal. I will surely die, don't count on it,"  a lump formed in my throat.

My eyes landed on my mother, who gave a stern look.  It told me to lie, if not for her sake, then for my brother's. With shaky hands, I held my brother's shoulders. "I'll make it out; then we can— gather some flowers in Victor's village, yes?" 

Nal nodded, hugging me once more. I took a deep breath before I started explaining what they should do. With mother possibly getting a job at the apothecary, perhaps they have a  chance to survive, after all. Though I'm not sure, that's such a pleasant thought with the fact that I will die. 

Soon enough, a Peacekeeper was at the door, telling them their time was up. I gave Nal a hard squeeze before pushing him off. My mother nodded at me; her strawberry blonde hair bounced as she did so. "I love you both," 

The words were stuck in my throat; I couldn't say them. Maybe it was because of my strained relationship with my mother or because I hated the fact that I had just given my brother a false sense of hope. I simply watched as they walked away, hand in hand. 

Nal's watery blue eyes looked back at me one last time, a look of sadness. He knew I was lying. I sounded unconvinced when I told him. My posture slumped; I felt horrible. Our maker is siis merely, I suppose.

The next visitor was unexpected; Peeta's father, the baker. My gut churned; I was off to kill his son soon. Why has he come to visit me? Perhaps he has come to beg me not to kill his son? Not that I could either way, Peeta was stronger than me: it was clear as day.

He handed me a small piece of parchment. It was filled with warm cookies. A delicacy. He must've visited his son; after all, why would he just me cookies? I was about to die anyway; why feed a dead man?

I let out a huge breath, "How was the squirrel?" my voice pierced through the thick silence. He shrugged, "Alright," he answered. Then another wave of silence hit us. I sniffed awkwardly, the scent of fresh bread entering my lungs. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. What was I supposed to do? ApoloApologisebe, but I never really liked apoloapologisingee no need to. If I'm sorry, then I'll show it. We sat in awkward silence before the Peacekeepers told him his time was up. He stood up, clearing his throat.

"I'll keep an eye on the little boy, make sure he's eating," He stated before leaving. I felt the pressure lift from my chest. They may not like me much, but Nal was practically an angel to them. An angel born in a family of rebels, I'm guessing, is their thoughts.

The next guest then entered. Madge. Her expression wasn't weepy nor evasive, nor did she wear that bright smile she always had when she was around me. It looked urgent. She walked straight to me, the urgency in her tone quite surprising, "They let you wear one thing from your district in the arena. One thing to remind you of home, will you wear this?" she holds out a circular gold pin that was on her dress earlier.

My brows furrowed, "Your pin?' I said. Does she really to die wearing rich-people-things? That hasn't even crossed my mind. . . 

"I'll put it on your tunic, alright?" She said, not waiting for my answer as she leaned in and fixed the bird on my chest. "Promise me you'll wear it to the arena, Y/n. Promise me," She took my hand, her thumbs rubbing the back of my own.

Compared to Peeta's, hers was cold yet soft, almost as if she was nervous, worried. But why would she? I barely talk to her; she's the one who always strikes a conversation. All I do is nod and disagree at certain times. 

She leaned closer to my face; I gave her an uncertain smile, pulling away. "Thank you, Madge," I muttered. She nodded, letting go of my hands. "Please, stay safe," her voice trembled as she rushed out of the room. I was left standing there, confused. What was that? Why did she visit me despite my rudeness earlier?

Next was Gale and Katniss. I didn't hesitate to hug both of them before pulling away with a sigh. "Hey, you'll be fine," Gale reassured, patting my shoulder. I stayed silent, only nodding. Katniss gave me a pity smile, "I'm sure it would be fairly easy to get knives, Y/n."

A sigh left my mouth, "I know— I just— Don't want to—" I stammered, making a stabbing motion with my hand. Gale gave me a pitied look, "It's just like hunting, Y/n. You're the best hunter we know," he said.

"They're not animals. They think; they're armed."  I reasoned, my voice trembling. Why did I have to feel these emotions now? Maybe reality has finally settled in, the truth that I'll never see any of these faces again. On the off chance that I do, I'm sure they'll view me differently, a cold-blooded murderer.

"What's the difference, reale said grimly. Those words echoed in my head as they went away with the Peacekeepers. What is the difference? We're all just feral dogs forced to fight or cocks pit against each other.

I took a deep breath as I got called to ride a wagon to the train station. It was a relatively short ride. We never really had the luxury of these; we always had to travel by foot.  

I silently thanked myself for not crying; there were insect-like cameras trained onto my face. Thankfully, I knew how to act, to bite my tongue. If I hadn't, I'd probably be screaming profanities. My eyes glanced onto the television screen; I look bored. Which, I surprisingly was.

It was as if my spirit left me already.

Peeta Mellark, on the other hand, had obviously been crying. However, he didn't even try to hide it, which was quite odd. Was this his strategy? To appear weak and vulnerable to assure the other tributes that he was no threat? This worked for a girl from district 7. Johanna Mason.

She seemed frightened, a cowardly fool that no one bothered about her until only a handful left. She then killed them all, with no problem whatsoever. I remember watching this game, quite shocked. She sold her act to me, but then again, maybe I'm just oblivious.

This worked for her because she looked frail, weak. Peeta applying this strategy was quite odd. Not only did he not look soft, but he was also jacked. He just looked like a big doofus. All those years having bread to eat and hauling trays made him physically capable.

Annoyance rose through me when we had to stand by the train's entrance while cameras gobbled out images up. I was sure I no longer looked bored but rather pissed. It wasn't like I was about to put on a pretty smile for them. These jester-dressed-worms should know how I feel.

Finally, we boarded, and the train began to move at once. The speed took my breath away. It was going faster than I could ever think of. The scenery around us just blurred—a mix of the neutral colour palette that made up District 12. 

We were taught about coal in school. Some basic maths and reading before it circled back to coal again. Our district was used for coal mining, even hundreds of years ago.

Then there are the weekly lectures about the history of Panem, which never fails to annoy me. It's all blather about how we owe the Capitol because of the rebellion and whatnot.

I knew they're hiding something; we couldn't have lost that easily. I always think about this whenever I'm up in the trees, daydreaming, which is why I'm always the last one to arrive at the hill.

The tribute train was much fancier than the room at the Justice building. We were given our own rooms, a dressing area and private bathroom with cold and hot running water. We've never really had hot water readily available at home; we had to boil it.

Though I can't say, I like it, with all that effort I just end up not liking the bath. I much prefer the cold, flowing current of a river.

There are drawers filled with fine clothes, and Effie Trinket told me to do anything I want, wear anything I want, everything is at my disposal. Just be ready for supper in an hour. I peel off my father’s tunic and take a cold shower. I’ve never had a shower before. It’s like being in the rain, inky much tamer. I dress in a dark green shirt and pants, trying my hair to the usual, small pa

At the last minute, I remember Madge’s little gold pin. For the first time, I get a good look at it. It’s as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the ring only by its wingtips. I suddenly recognise it—a Mockingjay.

Funny little birds, my favourite creature in the forests, that's for sure. These were a slap to the Capitol's face. They genetically altered animals as weapons. Muttations as we call them, or Mutts for short. One particular kind was a bird they labelled Jabberjay, able to memorise and repeat whole human conversations.

Homing birds, exclusively male that were released into regions where the Capitol’s enemies were known to be hiding. After the birds gathered words, they’d fly back to centres to be recorded. It took people a while to realise what was going on in the districts, how private conversations were being transmitted. Then, of course, the rebels fed the Capitol endless lies, and the joke was on it. So the centres were shut down, and the birds were abandoned to die off in the wild.

But they didn't die; instead, they mated with the female mocking birds and produced this weird species that can replicate both bird whistles and human melodies. They've lost the ability to enunciated words but could still mimic a range of human vocal cords.

My father used to sing them a lot. I guess he passed that habit down to me. Whenever I'm not doing anything, I find myself singing to the hummingbirds, who surprisingly listen and replicate my Father's song. It was a simple melody, made of 10 notes at least.

It warmed by heart, especially at times where I miss him. I smiled, fastening the pin to my shirt, the dark green as its background.

Effie came to collect me. I followed her through a narrow, rocking corridor into a dining room. There's a table where all the dishes are highly breakable. There waiting for us was Peeta Mellark, the chair beside him empty.

"Where's Haymitch?" Asked Effie Trinket brightly.

"Last time I saw him he said he was going to take a nap," said Peeta. "Well, it’s been an exhausting day," said Effie Trinket. I think she’s relieved by Haymitch’s absence, and who can blame her?

Food came in courses. Though I barely touched the carrot soup, the chocolate cake, lamb chops nor the mashed potatoes. I wasn't going to eat this, not from the Capitol.

My jaw clenched as Effie told me to eat up, smiling brightly at me. I gave her a pained smile, slowly taking a bite of the lamb on my plate before swallowing it roughly.

A swirl of guilt formed in my stomach, was I eating really this luxurious food whilst Nal and mother struggle? I sighed, digging my nails into my palms.

Peeta looked at me oddly as he stuffed his face, he nudged my side and nodded towards the food. I simply shook my head, pushing the plate away.

Effie put her lips together at my stubbornness. She was muttering something about having no manners.

We go to another compartment to watch the recap of the reapings across Panem. They try to stagger them throughout the day so a person could conceivably watch the whole thing live, but only people in the Capitol could really do that since none of them has to attend reapings themselves.

One by one, we see the other reapings, the names called, the volunteers stepping forward or, more often, not. We examine the faces of the kids who will be in our competition. A few stand out in my mind.

A monstrous boy who lunges forward to volunteer from District 2. A fox-faced girl with sleek red hair from District 5. A boy with a crippled foot from District 10. And most hauntingly, a twelve-year-old girl from District 11. She has dark brown skin and eyes, but other than that, she’s very like Nal in size and demeanour. Only when she mounts the stage and task for volunteers, all you can hear is the wind whistling through the decrepit buildings around her. There’s no one willing to take her place.

Last of all, District twelve. It showed Nal getting called and me volunteering. The commentators weren't sure about what to say regarding the silence. I only smirked at this, crossing my legs in amusement. Just in time, Haymitch fell from the stage, earning a comical groan from the commentators.

Peeta silently took his place on the stage; we shook hands and then just cut to the anthem.

Effie Trinket is disgruntled about the state her wig was in. "Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. A lot about televised behaviour."

Unexpectedly, Peeta laughed. "He was drunk." He said. "He's drunk every year."

"Everyday," I added, finally breaking my silence streak with a smirk. Effie makes it sound kike Haymitch just had rough manners that could easily be dealt with.

"Yes," She hissed "How odd you two find it amusing. You know your mentor is your lifeline to the world in these Games. The one who advises you lines up your sponsors, and dictates the presentation of any gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference between your life and your death!"

Just then, Haymitch staggers into the compartment. "I miss supper?" he slurred. Then he vomits all over the expensive carpet and falls in a mess.

"So laugh away!" said Effie Trinket. And so I did, I barked out mocking laughter as she hopped in her pointy shoes around the pool of vomit and fled the room.

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