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ilguna · 22 days ago

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☼ mixed signals (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; it’s been years since you met Johanna, and her opinion about you has never changed. it isn’t until the night before you're supposed to be thrown into an arena, does she begin to realize her true feelings.

warnings; swearing, talks of starvation, kinda death mention, a hint at prostitution but its not explicitly said, usual hunger games stuff.

wc; 4.8k

It feels like it was only yesterday your name was being pulled out of the girls’ glass bowl for the Sixty-ninth Hunger Games. It’s almost impossible to believe it’s been six years since then.

You were freshly sixteen, and so very optimistic this reaping would be no different than the ones you attended in the past. Especially since you had just five paper slips mixed in, compared to the thousands of others.

If you knew what was to come…

It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. You can still remember every movement you made, every thought that passed through your mind, and every breath you took as you made your way to the stage.

The way you struggled to lift your feet, as if weights had been attached to your ankles, and you were being forced to drag them through the gravel. Your eyes were bugging out of your head, which had been displayed on the big screen for everyone to see. All you could do was wonder if you had done anything to deserve such a cruel fate. You hadn’t put your name in extra in return for food, even with how tempting it had been at times.

Was it just bad luck?

Unfortunately, it had to have been. Like how it was for the dozens of the poor girls and boys from your district that came before you. And while all of them tried to make it out of an arena alive, most of them failed to do so. No matter their background, or the head start of skills they honed, they eventually fell to another’s hand.

This made you terrified at what your future would look like. Either you would die within the next two weeks, and everything you had done to live would be for nothing—or you could win, and be forced to live with the monstrosity of your actions for the rest of your life.

Neither option seemed right to you, but it’s not like you had a choice anymore. You were going to participate in the President’s game, and you had to be smart in the way you did it to avoid digging yourself a deeper hole than you were already in.

The week you spent in the Capitol was easier than you thought it was going to be. From the outside, the events that take place every year seem to be taxing, when really there’s nothing to it.

It’s so simple to dress up as a character for the citizens and be wheeled around the City Circle. The only miserable part had been in the Remake Center, where they ripped off every inch of hair they deemed didn’t belong on your body.

Or the Training Center, where you felt no pressure to succeed in gaining sponsors because… well, honestly, it’s not like you had any killer skills to begin with. There was nothing to hide from your peers, just too much to learn in such a short span of time.

When your private one-on-one session with the Gamemakers came around on the third day, you spent thirty minutes trying to be resourceful by crafting items that could hypothetically help someone in an arena. A backpack, a cloth to clean water, a sleeping bag, a blanket—whatever you could with what you had at hand.

While doing this for them, you knew it would be pretty useless to show them such a skill. Not only was it likely typical of a District Eight tribute to do so, there wouldn’t be any need for it unless there were bundles of cloth lying around in the Cornucopia in the arena.

Still, you earned a pretty six for trying. You took it as it was, and accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be lasting for very long in the arena. Maybe a week, you’d be lucky if it was any more.

Which is why you decided not to put much of an effort into your interview, either. Why would it matter? You were just another accessory to the Games at that point. The Careers—and everyone else who had scored high—casted a shadow over the rest of you.

The truth is that even with all you had been doing for a week, you felt underprepared and at a disadvantage compared to everyone else. You had no hope.

However, while it initially felt like you were being punished for your actions in the past, it turned out that wasn’t the case at all. At least, looking back at the situation now, you don’t think it was.

The Sixty-ninth Hunger Games played out like a walk in the park.

Despite the fact you felt like you had been abandoned by the world, there must have been someone or something hovering over your shoulder, guiding you to the end of the Games. At times, it even felt like it took you over. Knowledge that you didn’t even know you had came out of the depths, saving your life on multiple occasions.

You were incredibly fortunate. You made it to the final few without having to do much of anything. All you did was survive in the trees, scavenging for what you needed, and hiding when night fell.

And when it was time to act, the Gamemakers made sure you did. You ended up being corralled into a fight you didn’t want to participate in, and somehow found yourself the winner of it.

Within the matter of seconds, you were announced as the winner of the Hunger Games. It was like you were standing on a stage, the lights shining down on you, presenting you to the whole world. You were their victor.

It wasn’t until you stepped off the Capitol train and you were back on District Eight soil did it finally feel like they had closed the curtains. You were no longer on display for everyone to see, and you thought that was it. You were done, forever. You were never going to be put back in that bowl again.

You weren’t supposed to be.

The rules of the Hunger Games are pretty easy to understand. First, you have no choice in the matter. Almost everyone will be put into the bowl at some point, unless there's a special circumstance and the person can’t participate. Second, you do everything your Escort tells you to do while in the Capitol, otherwise you’ll find it hard to get through the week because they’ll make your life a living hell.

Third, while you’re in the arena, don’t do anything that would make a fool of the Gamemakers. It’s non-negotiable, and you could find yourself or your loved ones in a position you can’t get out of. Further on that subject, you need to give them a show, because that’s what the whole thing is about, anyway.

Fourth, there is only one winner of the Hunger Games every year—or well, it’s supposed to be that way. This rule was broken recently by the former Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, in order to preserve the structure, but all it did was lead to an unfortunate end for him.

Fifth, you belong to the Capitol, always. While you have not experienced this one yourself, you know too many people that have fallen in the hands of President Snow and most of the elite class. And there’s nothing you can do to get out of it, unless you’re willing to sacrifice everything you love to do it.

Finally, the sixth rule, which is the most important one; you cannot be reaped for the Hunger Games twice.

And yet, for the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games, the third Quarter Quell, it was announced by President Snow that the tributes would be reaped from the existing pool of victors.

If you had told yourself six years ago that all her efforts and pain would go to waste and she would find herself being reaped to go back into an arena, you don’t think she would’ve tried as hard as she did. Or at all.

In fact, you’re pretty sure you would have done so much more. The nights you starved because your family couldn’t afford dinner for three nights straight—easily could’ve been solved with tessera. But you didn’t want to take the risk if there was even a sliver of a chance you could avoid going into the Games.

You could’ve saved yourself a lot of grief.

Instead, you’re back in the Capitol. You’re back to fake smiles and half-hearted conversations with people that are excited for such an eventful Hunger Games. As if you’re not human. As if you’re just another toy for them to play with until they get bored.

“You’re free to go.” Danika tells you, interrupting your thoughts.

She’s the newest stylist for District Eight. She was recruited a couple years after you had won your Games, the one before her had been a man. Apparently he was very successful following your victory, so he retired and opened a shop downtown to sell his clothes, or so they say.

“Anything I should watch out for?” You ask, stepping down from the pedestal she had you on.

“No, you’ll be able to move freely.” She begins to clean up the jewelry on the vanity. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, opening the door to escape into the hallway.

Danika’s not a fan of conversation or keeping company around for longer than she has to. She’s a recluse, and there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, you respect it more than anything. In a place like this, it must be hard to keep to yourself without someone stepping on your toes, one way or another.

As you head to the warehouse, you take some deep breaths, calming your nerves.

The idea of being in front of hundreds of Capitol citizens while wearing a ridiculous outfit is not nearly as daunting as the fact that you’re about to be surrounded by twenty-three other victors. Who all won their Games through blood, sweat and tears, while you had to do half the work and the rest was handed to you.

It makes you nervous for what this year will look like, especially considering the lineup is a killer. Cashmere, Gloss, Enobaria and Brutus are the main faces of the Career pack. Finnick and Mags would be included, if it weren’t for Mags’s age.

Then there’s Wiress and Beetee, two infamous geniuses you have heard about countless times from Cecelia–your mentor. Johanna’s here, although you’re less thrilled about her because of her attitude towards people, namely you. There’s a bunch of nameless faces in-between, but you remember who Seeder is because she mentored last year for Thresh and Rue.

At the very end of the room will be two very important teenagers who have sparked a lot of controversy as of late. Katniss and Peeta were the reason why Seneca Crane got into so much trouble. If the Twelve victors had eaten the nightlock berries, there would have been no victor, which would be unheard of. So, he saved them instead, and caused a bigger issue to come to light.

And then there’s you and Woof.

When you step into the warehouse, there’s a line of chariots and horses, with a few people tending to them, getting ready for the ceremony that’ll take place soon. There’s not many victors and mentors down here just yet, besides the tributes from Seven, simply because their stylist has been doing the same outfit since she started the job. You’d bet she handed the costume to them and told them to get dressed on their own.

You play with the bracelets around your wrists as you make your way to the chariot to the left of them, where you’ll need to be. As you get closer, Blight takes notice, giving you a half-smile. You met him once or twice during your first year of mentoring, the next he was gone and replaced by an older victor who seemed a lot less friendly.

“(Y/n).” He says.

You give him a smile back, “Hey, Blight. It’s been a couple years since I’ve last seen you.”

“You’ve grown up quite a bit since then.” He nods.

“A little bit.” You agree, tucking your dress beneath you as you take a seat on the chariot. “Not enough, it seems. The mentoring job is harder than it looks.”

“Ah,” He nods, looking down at the cement floor. “You’ll get a hang of it. What you can and can’t control. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

A scoff comes from behind him, Johanna pops her hip out, appearing from behind her tribute partner. “Much harder for her, I can imagine. She doesn’t have anything going for her in the first place.”

You blink for a long moment, a forced smile on your face. “It’s nice to see you as well, Johanna. How was your vacation?”

“A lot more productive than whatever it is that you do.” Johanna looks you over. “Do you ever consider that your tributes would actually live if you quit?”

You stare at her for a long moment, not really wanting to engage with her today. She makes it difficult to keep the peace when you’d love nothing more than to show her the pent up frustration she’s caused within you. What you’d give to throw her down and strangle her until she turns red and purple.

Even if you were given the opportunity, you’d never actually go through with hurting her. You don’t hate her. In fact, she doesn’t bother you as much as she thinks she does. You’ve got some pretty tough skin, thanks to her. Anyone else listening to her insults would have probably crumbled from the inside out years ago.

You’re more disappointed by how she’s taken such an aggressive stance with you, when you feel like you’ve done nothing to deserve it. You must’ve offended her somehow the first time you met her, which was the Seventy-second Hunger Games. All you did was introduce yourself and you got snubbed. It was the quickest you’ve ever been rejected by someone in your life.

You’ve tried not to take it personally, but it really is you. With everyone else she interacts with, she’s more mellow. As if she has more respect for them for some odd reason. And with you, she manages to treat you the same way she does the Capitol staff. It’s no secret that she thinks of them as lesser beings.

The saying is to kill them with kindness, but your well is beginning to run dry after dealing with her for the past three years, now going on four.

“No, I haven’t, Johanna.” You tell her, raising your eyebrows.

“Of course not.” She looks away, taking a step back. “Cecelia was a much better mentor than you.”

Your face twists. “How would you know? You’ve never had the chance to work with her.”

Johanna’s face begins to turn a shade of red, either out of anger or embarrassment, lips pressed into a thin line while she glares at you. Blight shakes his head slightly, tired of the conversation already.

All she does is argue with people, and while you shouldn’t be engaging, you’re tired of just taking it all the time. She treats everyone as if they don’t have feelings of their own, which she could very well be hurting. But why would she ever care?

“Shut up.” She snaps at you.

“Good one.” You murmur, looking away from her to the other chariots.

You can hear the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as she walks around Blight to stand in front of you. You stare at her boots, which have been designed to resemble the base of a tree with thick roots twisting out, before you slowly look up at her.

“I’d be careful making enemies so soon.”

“Enemy.” You correct her. “Singular. It’s just you, Johanna.”

She crouches down, getting to your level as if you’re a child. “Even if that was remotely true, I wouldn’t need help to track you down in an arena.” She tells you. “You’re so gullible and soft. Don’t think for even a moment you’ll be able to hide your way out of this one, pansy. You got lucky the first time.”

You stand, jaw set, shoulders squared. She slowly stands at her full height again, which is right at your eye level, thanks to the heels Danika has you wearing. You raise your voice, “Are you threatening me?”

This catches the attention of the Peacekeepers, who turn in your direction immediately. They hesitate, not necessarily moving quite yet, gauging the situation first to see if they really need to intervene.

“Clever.” Johanna looks unamused. “I should’ve guessed you can’t fight your own battles.”

You shake your head. “You don’t want me to. So, get the fuck out of my face.”

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If the Gamemakers previously thought for even a moment that the Capitol week would go as it normally does, it’s clear to see they don’t think that’s the case anymore. The way they reacted to the attendance on the first day in the Training Center as opposed to the third is telling on its own.

If you hadn’t been encouraged by Cecelia to go represent District Eight to the Gamemakers, you wouldn't have gone at all, like many others. Especially since Woof got the pass to stay in the apartment since he’s elderly, and moving him from one place to another takes more effort than it's worth.

Only about half of the victors showed up, most of them you already know. It appeared like it was going to be a waste of time being there if you couldn't make new connections. And it would’ve been, if it weren’t for the fact that Katniss and Peeta were there.

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, residents of District Twelve. The two new fresh faces to the victor world, the reason why rule number four—only one winner per Games—had been broken. Due to a tactful last-minute suggestion by Katniss, herself.

Katniss is a skilled hunter, or well, it’s speculated that she is. From what you’ve gathered based on body language and the way she carefully phrased the way she talks about hunting, it must be incredibly illegal to hunt outside the fence. You think she mentioned in one interview the fence that surrounds Twelve is electrified, and everything she has caught has been inside.

She was very specific when she talked about it. As if she didn’t want to lie about how she survived all these years, but she didn’t want to get herself in trouble in her district and risk getting arrested.

Either way, whether she hunted inside or out of the fence, she must’ve picked up a knack for identifying plants. She was able to navigate her way through the arena well, at one point she’d even peeled bark off of a tree to gnaw on while exploring the trees, a move that you haven’t seen before.

On the final day in her Games, the Gamemakers decided that they would revoke the previous announcement of a rule change they had made a week or so prior. Which was basically if both tributes from the same district survived until the end, they would make an exception and bring them both home. In hindsight, this was a ploy by the Gamemakers to bring Katniss and Peeta together to continue to play into the star-crossed lover look.

When Katniss and Peeta realized they had been led on by the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, they took the situation into their own hands. Or rather, Katniss remembered she had a handful of poisonous berries in her bag. At the time of watching this happen, you had no idea which berry it was.

You would later come to find out it was nightlock, a berry you also have in District Eight, way out past the fields.

Katniss made the decision that if he wouldn’t go home, then she wouldn’t either. And right before it touched their lips, Seneca panicked, and allowed them both to win, anyway. It saved her and Peeta’s life, but you can’t imagine the repercussions that came along with it.

Especially if Seneca’s punishment was death.

So, when you saw the teenagers in the Training Center, you knew you wanted to be a friend of theirs, at the very least. If they didn’t want to be your ally, it was fine with you, but you wanted them to see you as a friendly face, before and during the Games.

You didn’t approach them, you let them come to you, one at a time. They split up after Atala, the Head Trainer, had made her usual speech on the first day. While you went to go learn first aid, they had gone off to do their own thing. Before you knew it, you had Katniss and Peeta learning beside you, having light conversation, before they went off on their own.

It worked out in your favor, because yesterday morning, as you were leaving the apartment to head to the Training Center for day two, Cecelia stopped you. She said, “I don’t know what you said to those kids in District Twelve, but Haymitch wanted me to pass along their offer of being allies. It was extended to Woof, as well.”

You would say they’ve taken to you since then, but that would be a lie. They’ve been very polite, as if they’re hoping that if they’re well-mannered, they’ll be able to convince you to say yes. However, against your better wishes, you’ve been learning towards telling them no.

And it has something to do with Johanna.

“Come on, (Y/n).” Finnick has his arms crossed over his chest, he’s leaning against one of the many concrete pillars, watching you look over the knives on the table before you. “It’s important.”

“I know, you’ve told me several times.” You tell him, pressing the tip of a blade to your finger.

“And you’ve still yet to give me an answer.” Finnick tilts his head. “We have two days before the Games, we need to know if you’re with us or not.”

You let out a sigh, lowering the knife to look at him. “Finnick, I would be more than happy to join the cause, if you can guarantee she won’t be a part of it.” You point the blade at Johanna, who’s swinging an axe in the air.

Finnick follows your gaze, and doesn’t move for a long moment, as if he’s actually considering your ultimatum. Then, he looks back at you, face twisted into a puzzled look. “You don’t like Johanna?”

“Nope.” You tell him, popping the ‘p’.

“But you like everyone.” Finnick says, eyebrows still pushed together.

“I like everyone?” You repeat, a little offended. “No, Finnick, I like people that treat others with respect and kindness. Does that sound like Johanna to you?”

You stare at him, waiting for a response. Finnick shakes his head, looking down at the concrete flooring.

It’s a shame that Johanna and Finnick are such good friends, because he doesn’t have the same personality she does. With no cameras and no strangers looking in, Finnick had a completely different persona. He’s funny, he’s talkative, he’s smart. He’s much more than the holier-than-thou casanova the Capitol has made him out to be.

While Johanna—being rude is her entire personality and it’s gotten old.

“Johanna is a hypocrite.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Finnick, she likes to talk about how District One and Two are privileged and need to get off their high horse, and then went and called me a bad mentor and a pansy.” You set the knife down on the table, tilting your head at him. “Just because I don’t advertise my trauma doesn’t mean I’m any less of a victor. That final fight did numbers on me, I almost died before they even got me in the hovercraft.”

“I know.”

“Well, I’m glad.” You tell him sarcastically. “But she doesn’t seem to get it. And until I get an apology, I’m not doing anything that involves her.”

—

The final interview with Caesar is by far your least favorite activity the Capitol has you do before they send you into the arena. By the time it comes around, you’re always sick of the antics around you. Although, usually you’re a mentor looking in.

You love Cecelia, but she will not let the alliance offer go. You knew that it would be a mistake mentioning it to her as soon as she told you that she was going to ask for more details from Haymitch, since he’s the one organizing it. Now that she knows what it really means and what it’ll entail, she’s insisting for you to take the offer and push through your growing hatred for Johanna.

She seems to think you’ll regret not joining, and while that may be true, your time in the arena’s already going to be miserable. And you told her this, you even asked why would you intentionally make it worse by being around her for the duration of it? And then you made the bigger mistake of saying, “Especially since Johanna only brought herself to give you a half-assed apology after Finnick had to tell her to do so.”

It’s been a miserable couple of days.

“Final touches.” Danika tells you, pulling out a spray. “Close your eyes and suck your lips in.”

“What is it?” You ask, following her directions and holding your breath for a brief moment while she sprays a cold mist over your exposed skin.

“Glitter.” She murmurs. “Open your eyes and look in the mirror.”

When you see yourself, your breath hitches in your throat. Danika really went out of her way to make you look beautiful. It’s nothing compared to what she’s done in recent years. Maybe it has something to do with the fact this may be your last.

You run your hands over the silky dress, taking time to look over every inch of fabric that has been sewn to look like a dress that belongs to a princess. The only thing you’re missing is the crown, which you suppose you had at one point, placed on your brow by President Snow, himself.

“Thank you, Danika.” You smile, looking at her. “It really is your best work.”

“I know.” She tells you, voice soft. “I’ve been saving it for a special Hunger Games, I never thought I’d have to use it so soon.”

“Look on the bright side, if I win, you’ll be really famous.” You laugh.

She gives you a smile. “You’re free to go.”

“Thank you, again. It was nice being able to work with you, both as a mentor and as a tribute.”

“Likewise.”

You leave the dressing room, heading into the hallway. You’d be confused on where to go if you haven’t been down here a hundred times. It all looks the same in the Remake Center, with the white brick walls and the concrete floor. There are no signs on the wall to direct you where to go.

Since you know this place like the back of your hand, you turn to the right, and follow the straight hallway until it ends. There, you turn left, and find the gathering of colorful victors on the other side.

Finnick spots you right away, and standing beside him is Johanna. There’s a brief exchange between the two of them before Johanna hikes up the bottom of her gold dress and begins to come in your direction, determined.

You can’t help the irritated sigh that escapes you, you come to a stop completely, letting her come to you.

“What is it?” You ask when she comes within earshot.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry.”

“So?” You ask, watching her face drop. “Johanna, what do you think an apology is going to do when you’ve decided to torment and threaten me repeatedly?”

She shakes her head, raising her shoulders to shrug but doesn’t drop them quite yet, “I’m going to drop out of the alliance. You’ll be safer with them than you’ll be by yourself.”

Your face scrunches, “Why do you care if I’m safe or not? I can handle myself.”

“I know you can. I just…” She clenches her teeth, sighing through them. “I’m sorry, I never meant to go that far. Find Finnick in the arena, he’ll take care of you…” She trails off, turning around to leave.

While she walks away, you swear you can hear her murmur under her breath, “For me.”

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introcoryo · 1 year ago

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botany major!katniss, who isn’t so good with her words, so she gifts you flowers that correlate with what she’s feeling. you walk hand in hand through the woods as she points out different plants, rambling on about how to recognize various species and their distribution patterns.

fine arts major!peeta, working tirelessly at his family’s bakery, making personalized latte art which leaves him with huge tips at the end of the day. all of his peers recognize you as the inspiration for all of his assignments, your features taking up every bit of his sketchbook.

mechanical engineering major!gale, his schedule so full and busy but always making time to see you daily. you’re always the first to hear about how he did on a particular exam, cuddled up as you watch nature documentaries.

aquatic biology major!finnick, known around campus as the university heartthrob. he spends most of his free time at the docks or the beach, feet always bare and buried underwater, occasionally splashing you playfully. suntanning and writing your initials in the sand is how your dates usually go.

athletic training major!johanna, who caresses your sleeping features and plants a small kiss on your forehead before leaving for her morning run. she teasingly flexes her muscles while you’re applying kinesiology tape on her body.

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valsverse · 1 year ago

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𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ DATING JOHANNA MASON | gender not specified, but fem!aligned.

johanna mason, whose preferred love language is being an asshole. (affectionately)

johanna mason, whose walls always remain up after her two experiences in the arena, but somehow crumble involuntarily when she's around you.

johanna mason, who lets you touch up the cherry red streaks in her hair, standing between your legs while you sit on the countertop, face cradled in your hands as you coat every strand of hers with the color.

johanna mason, whose eyes flicker from sharp and piercing to ever so soft as her gaze lands on you.

johanna mason, who talks of future plans with you during the games should she not survive the quarter quell, dreaming of the house you would have bought and the life you would have shared if it weren't for the corruption of the capitol.

johanna mason, who teaches you how to wield an axe, her scarred hands cradling yours as she guides you through the motions.

johanna mason, who tends a nasty gash on your arm after your attempt at wielding said axe.

johanna mason, who scolds you for attempting to use her axe and mocks your 'stupidity', as if she hadn't been totally terrified just seconds earlier.

johanna mason, who's the black cat to your golden retriever.

johanna mason, who lets you call her by all the cheesy nicknames you wish—nicknames that she would rather die than hear come from anyone else's mouth. johanna mason, who feigns disapproval of such affectionate names, but you can see the slight upturn of her lips whenever you address her by one.

johanna mason, who is constantly afraid of you leaving her, due to her snappy and impatient personality that she uses as a defense mechanism to cover up the vulnerability and trauma that lies underneath. johanna mason, who has never let you know about her insecurities, but maybe she'll let it slip as the years go by.

johanna mason, who's a total winter bug and immediately clings to you the second the temperature drops. latching onto your leg and gazing up at you with red, puffy eyes and a runny nose as she suffers through the flu, begging for you to stay with her when you try to go brew her some tea.

johanna mason, who smiles a lot more when you're around. and not her usual cynical 'i'm lowkey judging you' smile, but a quirk-lipped smirk that appears every time you enter the room.

johanna mason, who wakes up thrashing and trembling in the middle of the night, as the nightmares of her time in the capitol continue to haunt her even after she escaped. she either clings onto you for dear life, needing to feel your touch, or pushes you away completely, struggling to come to grips with her reality.

johanna mason, who holds you firmly against her when you both go back to sleep, her eyes unblinking for the first few hours because she needs the reassurance that she isn't dreaming and that you won't leave her.

johanna mason, who whispers to you in your sleep, telling you how much you mean to her because there's no way she can be this soft when you're awake.

in conclusion, johanna mason. that's it.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year ago

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would you write something for johanna (thg) x fem!reader where the others (like peeta, katniss, finnick etc.) always see the tough sarcastic sides to her, but then they see her around her gf (reader) whos really soft and gentle like opposites of her and they see that shes johannas soft spot? sorry for the terrible english!

Bestie I love this, let's imagine together that district 13 is fine and not run by a crazy bitch alright? LMAO I love writing non-canon for the hunger games people cuz they can all be together and happy :)

When Johanna and the others were rescued from the capital and we were all reunited, people noticed a difference in her compared to how she was before. She was still herself, witty, with dark humor, beautiful even without her long, silky hair. But there was a new side to her that most people, other than Finnick, never saw.

That's the side that she showed when she's with me.

We met nearly a month after her first games. She was on her victory tour and I was a painter in District two and she would say that I caught her eye from the crowd, so much that she had to find me and ask for my name and an address that she could write to me.

No one would really imagine her as a romantic but damn the girl was good and she swept me off my feet in only a few months. She wrote to me, sure, her last letter coming in right before the quarter quell. When we found out that she would be reaped again and brought back into the place that brought her so much torment- neither of us could comprehend it.

I thought I was never going to see her again.

That was until she had a friend of hers, a peace keeper in my district, sneak me out of my district and into thte capital where I could see her and I did. We spent the night together and that's when she told me about the plan to get Katniss and the others out of the arena. She also informed me of the greatest secret that they were all keeping- Discrict 13 was alive and well and ready to accommodate the pressure and stress of a full revolution.

When I found out that she was taken by the capital, my whole world fell apart. It was probably the only thing that Katniss and I were able to bond over, the fact that our lovers were in the clutches of President Snow and being used as propoganda. It was horrible.

So when it was agreed upon that they would be rescued, I jumped at the opportunity to go with Gale and help them in the process of getting them out of the capital, no matter what it took.

When we finally reunited in the jet, it was like the whole world stopped. As if every piece of me that was missing was finally back in it's right spot, like a missing puzzle piece she was finally back in my arms.

"It's kind of cute that they could do this." Johanna whispers in my ear, watching Finnick and Annie dance around in circles in the middle of a huge, loving crowd. I turn to her with a fond smile and nod, leaning into her the slightest bit as Katniss approaches us with a sarcastic smile on her lips, as always.

"You two look couple-y." She chuckles and I smile, clutching onto Johanna's hand that rests on my thigh and I feel her tense up as if she's taking it personally.

"That's what happens when you're a couple, genius." She snaps with a sarcastic tone and I huff, giving her a gentle bump with my shoulder and she mutters a quiet 'sorry' under her breath.

"I'm just saying, after everything we've been through, it's nice to see you actually act like a nice person." There's a pause for a moment, as if the two of them are finally understanding each other and instead of passive aggression, Johanna responds differently, taking even me off guard.

"Yeah well she brings it out in me like Peeta does with you." My heart warms for a moment as she sends me a small smile, her cheeks blushed in a deep red and her chin dips downward to conceal it.

"That's really sweet actually." Katniss sits beside me with a huff, motioning to the crowds of people in front of us that are cheerfully dancing and singing around the happy couple. "You guys don't dance?"

"I do, she doesn't." I jut my thumb in Johanna's direction but she just laughs and turns to me with an unconvinced look.

"You could convince me but you haven't asked."

"Please dance with me." I nearly immediately beg, standing up out of my chair so I can grab her hands and tug her towards the dancefloor, wanting nothing more than for people to see her happy and loved, especially Finnich given how much he worries for Johanna.

"Yes, ma'am." She sighs and turns to throw a wink at Katniss who just laughs and claps her hands at us.

"Wow, you're whipped."

"Pipe down, Everdeen."

#johanna #johanna mason #johanna x reader #johanna mason x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games fic

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danisbrainrot · 1 year ago

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reader calming down johanna during quarter quell and the others are like wtf

johanna mason x reader

the thick hot blood had you blind, choking and running around like headless chickens. johanna screamed, her hand reaching out for yours; your hands were already full, unfortunately. between your large knife and wiress' hand, you couldn't console johanna as she grew more panicked.

she grabbed the back of beetee's neck, dragging him through the forest, while you held tightly onto wiress and ran. the blood wasn't slowing down, instead pouring even harder.

suddenly, you heard the screams of johanna's district partner and turned around. you and johanna began calling for him—you even turned around and tried to follow the direction the sound had come from; after a minute of silence, everyone heard the sound of a cannon and jumped out of their skin. he was gone forever.

the group of four finally made it to the beach, you snapped your head to the sound of someone running up to you and calling out your name. still running on adrenaline, you held out your sword—ready to swing—before realising that it was finnick as he shouts, "johanna!"

"finnick!" she cried, you both lowered your weapons before she ran up to greet him. sheathing your sword, you swiftly made your way to johanna's side, hugging finnick tightly; you were glad to see another person you could consider your ally.

you spot katniss and peeta hiding in the trees; noticing the absence of mags, your heart sinks as you realise that one of the cannons you'd heard from before must have been hers.

the moment of relief passes when finnick was joined by the two figures who were hiding in the foliage, "rain started. thought it was water at first. turned out to be blood. thick and hot. we were choking, staggering around blind," johanna answers, talking quickly, "that's when blight hit the force field," she shakes her head, trying to hold the tears back. "he wasn't much, but he was from home."

you reach out for her hand, and she looks down at it at first, before sighing softly and taking it—she offers you a weak nod.

"what's wrong with her?" katniss asked, nodding at wiress. you shrug, looking over your shoulder to see the woman mumbling something to herself.

"she's in shock. dehydration isn't helping," betee replies, taking his glasses off to clean them.

johanna looks behind her, yelling at wiress, frustration evident on her face, when katniss shoves her to get her to stop. "hey!" johanna cried, shoving her back, "I got her out for you!" your eyes widen as you realise what johanna was saying.

you grab her by the arm, softly dragging her to the water. she grumbles, wanting to swing at katniss, but you sigh and shake your head. "you know what she means. you can't just hit her because she's annoying," you explain, wincing at the cool feeling of the water.

you only went to your waist, before dunking your head underwater and scrubbing the blood off your body. johanna does the same, mirroring your movements. as she washes out her hair, you pull her into a soft embrace, nuzzling your face into her neck and sighing. "this is so unfair," you mumble.

she hums in agreement, tentatively placing an arm around your waist and pulling you in closer. she hated being affectionate in public—she felt weak and vulnerable knowing that snow would target you next if he knew. she supposed it didn't matter much anymore; you either both died in the arena or you ended up in district 13—and johanna was going to make sure that you made it out of the arena alive.

katniss nods to where the two of you were standing, "what's going on with them?" she asks finnick.

he sighs and shakes his head. "you and peeta aren't the only star crossed lovers forced to compete against each other," he replies, digging his trident in the sand.

"but they're from different districts," katniss states, hoping for further clarification. peeta also looks up, squinting at finnick as he waits for finnick's answer.

finnick snorts, betee and wiress also smirk knowingly at each other. "doesn't matter to them, they make it work," his hand shields his eyes from the blaring sun, as he watches the two of you kiss passionately in the water.

it was such an intimate moment, that they all turn away and talk about something else, hoping to give the couple privacy—well, as much privacy as you can for someone being constantly filmed for the capitol's entertainment.

#johanna mason #johanna x reader #blurb #fluff #thg series #fanfic #thg #the hunger games #wlw #quarter quell #angst with comfort #angst #danisasks #dani's fics <3

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avoxrising · 2 years ago

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Miss Nectarine ~ Johanna Mason x Femme Reader

Warnings: Homphobia

This is a hunger games one shot based on the song Miss Nectarine by Ashnikko. Enjoy :)

It started when we were 14. District 7 was unbearably hot in August so you and your best friend Johanna decided to go down to the lake and swim. The specific lake you went to was small and somewhat out of the way of most people in your district, so you two often opted to swim sans clothing as you couldn’t afford bathing suits and wearing wet jeans sucked.

“Earth to y/n,” Johanna states, snapping you out of your trance. You definitely weren’t staring at her…

“What?” you ask.

“We should get going,” Johanna says as she wades towards shore to put back on her clothes. “The mill will be closing for the day soon and I don’t want the creepy old lumberjack men coming over to our lake to stare at us.”

“Fine,” you relent as you exit the water and put on your clothes as well.

“Tomorrow meet me at the lumber yard by my house at dawn,” you tell her. This was your favorite place to meet up besides the lake. She agrees and you depart for your house.

Your parents were less than enthused about your friendship with Johanna. Many townsfolk had seen you two skinny dipping and no matter how many times both of you had told your parents you were just friends, the neighbors still gossiped.

Being gay in District 7 was seen as a big no no. The people in the district were weirdly spiritual, believing that if you were gay you would go to a bad place in the afterlife. Neither you nor Johanna believed any of it but it was hard to avoid hearing it.

You actually met Johanna at a spiritual service your parents took you to for the autumn festival a few years ago. Johanna was the only other girl your age who didn’t seem to be into the lessons either. And she was undeniably attractive.

“Were you out with Johanna again?” your mother asks as you arrive home, noticing your wet hair.

“Yea uh we just went swimming,” you reply. “It’s hot.”

“Y/n what did I tell you about going swimming with Johanna?” your mother scolds you. “People are going to think you’re a homosexual and burn you at the stake.”

You quickly head to your room, realizing that what your mother said was correct even if it wasn’t fair.

Meeting up with Johanna in the mornings before school was always your favorite time of day. The lumber yard by your house sat on a hill that was perfect for watching the sunrise over the forest. The two of you often used this time to laugh about the people at school or talk about the latest neighborhood gossip.

“Omg y/n I met the cutest guy on my walk home yesterday!” Johanna gushes to you.

“Oh uh what’s his name?” you ask.

“His name is Jack and he’s in the grade above us. The super cute guy with the brown spiked hair,” she replies.

“I think I’ve seen him,” you shrug.

“He wants to hang out after school today and I’m so nervous,” Johanna exclaims. “What if he wants to kiss me?”

“Then you kiss him,” you state.

“But I don’t know how to kiss people,” Johanna sighs, seemingly frustrated with herself.

After a moment of silence, Johanna suddenly blurts out, “Can we practice? Kissing I mean. I want to know what I’m doing when Jack kisses me.”

Stupidly agreeing, you proceed to kiss Johanna, the girl you have had a crush on for 2 years, and a girl who would never love you back. Kissing her was even better than you had pictured it, but she was the most boy crazy person you knew. No matter what there would always be boys that would be her first choice over you.

Your routine of practicing kissing with Johanna continues up until you’re 16. You claim it’s so you can “get really good at it” but really you just want to kiss her. In those moments you can close your eyes and pretend she’s really yours.

Meetups now involve liquor and short shorts as you continue riding the fuzzy line between friends and more than friends. It was never more than kissing, and never more than platonic on her end, but you wish it was something real.

This dream shatters when her mother catches you two kissing at the lumber yard one morning. Johanna had forgotten her lunch at home so her mother had gone to your house in an attempt to find her, and your mother pointed her in the direction of the lumber yard. Her mother flew into a rage, more over the kissing than the alcohol, and dragged Johanna by her hair back to her house, screaming at her the whole way.

You immediately followed and tried to apologize. Saying how it was all your idea and Johanna had nothing to do with it. Tears streamed down your face as you realized what Johanna’s parents would do to her. No matter how much you tried to take the blame for what happened, you both were now painted as “sexual deviants”. Maybe if you attended more spiritual events with your mother this feeling inside of you would go away, and you would be seen as normal. Maybe you could “fix” yourself in the eyes of your community.

You didn’t see Johanna for almost a year after that date. Her parents sent her off to a camp for troubled youth and your parents grounded you and kept you in the house. Every single day you wished you could go back and undo it all; save Johanna from the punishments she’s enduring. It’s not fair. Maybe one day you’ll live in a district where you could love anyone you wanted to, but not now and not here in 7.

The next time you saw Johanna was at the reaping ceremony. Her hair was longer and her body seemed strong. The camp she had attended was known for working the kids in the forests so her muscles had grown. She seemed angry and dejected, as if she was still being punished for what happened. You wanted more than anything to go stand next to her but her mother would have your head if she caught you.

After that day you realized that you could never have Johanna. Your boy crazy best friend was shipped off to the games and came back a victor. She moved to the other side of the district and now had her choice of any boy she wanted. You would always be the second choice.

She was your Miss Nectarine, and you were the girl who ruined her life.

#hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games angst #the hunger games fanfiction #ashnikko #johanna mason #Johanna x reader #Johanna x y/n #hunger games x reader #district 7 #femme reader

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onlybeeewrites · 23 days ago

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Echos

Request: Could I request a one shot where Finnick odair x fem! Reader reunite after the reader is saved from the capital?

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mockingjay violence, torture, psychological torture, jabber jays, peeta’s torture in the capital, Johanna’s torture in the capital, PTSD, anxiety, fear, capital manipulation, president snow

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Pain. It was all you knew. Every breath, every moment since they dragged you from that godforsaken arena was laced with agony. You never should have left Finnick’s side. You had promised—sworn—that no matter what, you’d stick together. That you’d never risk losing each other again.

But you also remembered what Haymitch had told you before the Games. The plan.

He had pressed a golden bracelet into your hand—almost identical to Finnick’s. A token, a silent promise. A reminder of what you had to do. Keep Katniss and Peeta in the dark. Keep them both alive. But above all else, get Katniss out.

For a while, everything had been going according to plan. The bread had come, the signal was given, and the time had come to put Beetee’s strategy into motion. You had hope. This could work.

And then it all fell apart.

The explosion hit.

A blast of force sent you both you and Peeta flying, slamming you against a tree, knocking the wind from your lungs. The last thing you saw before everything went black was the blinding white light of destruction—debris raining down as the arena shattered.

Pain drags you back to consciousness.

It’s different now—sharp, aching, thrumming through every nerve in your body. Your head is heavy, your thoughts sluggish, and when you try to move, your limbs feel foreign, unresponsive.

The first thing you register is the cold. Not just from the sterile air, but from the hard surface beneath you, unforgiving and clinical. The second is the color. White. Blindingly white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Even the flimsy gown draped over your battered body. It’s like you’ve been erased, stripped down to nothing.

A cell.

You try to sit up, but the movement sends a sharp spike of pain through your ribs. Bruised—maybe cracked. Your wrists are raw, red marks circling them, though you don’t remember why. You don’t remember much at all beyond the explosion. Beyond the moment the arena fell apart.

The soft hiss of a door opening snaps you to attention.

Boots echo against the floor, slow and deliberate. You force yourself to look up, and ice coils in your veins.

President Snow stands before you.

He’s composed as ever, dressed in crisp white, his cold blue eyes studying you like you’re an insect pinned beneath glass. A faint, almost amused smile tugs at his lips. In his hands, he cradles a pristine white rose.

You steel yourself, masking the fear clawing at your throat. You don’t speak first. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Snow takes a slow breath, inhaling the scent of the rose before his gaze locks onto you. “You’re quite the survivor, aren’t you?”

You say nothing.

“I must admit, I was quite disappointed to see you among those extracted from the arena. A shame, really. I had hoped for better from a Victor of District Four.” He tilts his head. “Finnick Odair’s love.”

Your stomach twists at Finnick’s name, but you keep your face blank. You don’t know where he is. If he made it out. If he’s even alive.

Snow takes a step closer, watching you carefully. “You see, we know there was a plan. We know the Quarter Quell was never meant to go as intended. The rebels orchestrated this, didn’t they?” He crouches slightly, lowering himself to your level. “Why don’t you save us all some time and tell me what you know?”

You blink at him, forcing your expression into something blank, confused. “Plan?” Your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Snow sighs, shaking his head with mock disappointment. “Lying is beneath you.” He leans in slightly, and you catch the faintest hint of blood beneath the overwhelming scent of roses. “Very well. We have ways of making you talk,”

And you know he’s right.

And the pain he afflicts never left. It simply changed—sometimes sharp and searing, sometimes a dull ache that settled in your bones—but it was always there.

Time blurred in the Capitol. You didn’t know how long it had been since they ripped you from the arena, since the explosion stole you away from Finnick. Days, weeks… it could have been months. You weren’t sure anymore. You weren’t sure of anything anymore.

They never let you rest. The sterile white walls, the blinding overhead lights, the sound of footsteps approaching and retreating—it all became part of your existence. And then there were Peeta and Johanna.

You caught glimpses of them when they dragged you through the halls, when you passed rooms where screams bled through the walls.

Peeta was barely recognizable anymore. The hijacking, the tracker jackers, had shattered him, stolen the light that used to live in his eyes. He couldn’t focus for long, his mind darting from one fleeting thought to the next. His words were broken, a disjointed mess of confusion and hurt. His body trembled constantly, his hands shaking as if they couldn’t hold onto the fragments of his sanity. He would mumble to himself, apologize for things he didn’t understand, and then, in a fit of panic, beg you to stay, to tell him he wasn’t lost. And you would do your best to assure him, sooth him from across the room.

It was unbearable.

Johanna was different. She was quieter, but there was something hollow in her. Her body shook violently from withdrawal, her lips cracked from dehydration. The Capitol had drowned her over and over again, only to pull her back just before she crossed the line between life and death. When she looked at you, there was no spark of rebellion, no fire. Just exhaustion and pure resentment that kept her going.

And then there was you.

They had their own way of breaking you.

At first, they kept it simple—pain, starvation, isolation. Keeping you across the room from your friends. Close enough to talk. Close enough to hear their screaming. But not close enough to comfort.

But then they brought you to that room. The one with the speakers hidden in the walls, where the shadows were deeper, where the air felt heavier. And they made you listen.

Jabberjays.

You had heard them in the arena before, their eerie mimicry of loved ones’ voices meant to torment you. You had seen Finnick fall to them, and Katniss. And it had broken your heart seeing how they were reacting.

But that had been nothing compared to this.

The pain had been your constant companion, gnawing at you, twisting every second into an eternity.

They didn’t just sing—they screeched. The birds were torture incarnate, their calls designed to break the mind, to twist the memories into something ugly. They brought you to the room, the sterile walls designed to keep you isolated, to amplify the terror in your heart. They had programmed the birds to sound like those you loved—those you had failed.

At first, it was a whisper. A voice you thought you recognized, but it was distorted, cracked, like the sound was being pulled through a filter of madness. It came slowly, building, growing louder.

It was impossible. You had never heard that tone from him before. Finnick never spoke like that. But there it was, his voice accusing you, twisting the memory of his care, of his laughter, into something venomous. The birds sang it over and over, forcing you to hear the words that ripped at your very soul.

And then the voice changed again.

The words cut through you like a knife, too sharp, too raw. His voice, so young and full of trust, was unmistakable. But it was a voice that had long since faded from your memory. The bird had twisted it, made it sound like something darker, like something hateful. Your little brother who you did everything to keep safe.

It wasn’t the voice of a child who loved you. It was the voice of a child who felt abandoned, who had been left alone. The bird screamed again, louder this time, its voice shrill and echoing, sending waves of nausea through you.

The birds’ voices layered one on top of the other, drowning out your thoughts, breaking the barrier between reality and the spiraling nightmare that consumed you. It was as though every painful memory, every regret, every mistake you had ever made, was being replayed and twisted into something ugly. Something unforgivable.

The walls seemed to close in as you sank deeper, the birds’ calls surrounding you, clawing at your mind, twisting your thoughts. It was endless. The repetition, the overwhelming weight of their words, started to chip away at you. You could feel your sanity slipping, each scream from the birds tearing a hole inside your chest.

The pain, the guilt, the spiraling madness was too much. You had no defense left. The voices echoed, screamed, whispered, and everything you had held onto was cracking, shattering like glass. Your hands trembled, your heart raced, and you were drowning in the sound of their accusations.

The sound of Finnick’s broken voice, Annie’s hollow sadness, and the desperation in your brother’s cries—each one felt like a new blade slicing into you. Each call, each accusation, only deepened the spiral you were trapped in. Your chest ached with the weight of their pain, your soul shattered from the guilt of it all. The torment was endless, suffocating.

In the haze of madness, time felt like an abstract concept—blurred, stretched beyond recognition. The room seemed to shift around you, but the stillness of it pressed in like a vice. It was as though you were stuck in this moment forever, caught between memories and nightmares. You couldn’t tell when you were moved from one place to another.

Even then as you laid on the cold, white floor of your cell, the sterile walls closing in around you. The trembling never stopped. It was like a constant hum in your body, a fear that never quite left. Your back was pressed against the smooth, unforgiving surface of the wall, your eyes staring blankly at nothing in particular.

Your mind felt detached from reality, a fog clouding every thought. The voices of the Jabberjays still echoed in your head, their cruel distortions of Finnick’s, Annie’s, and your brother’s voices a constant reminder of the horrors they had subjected you to. You couldn’t escape it. You couldn’t escape them.

You barely noticed the sounds at first—footsteps, muffled voices, the faint shuffle of boots on the hard floors. Then the door to your cell opened with a sharp hiss, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you looked up. Someone was standing there, silhouetted in the dim light, their features too blurred to make out. You didn’t know if it was real, if you were dreaming again, or if it was just another cruel trick of the Capitol.

A hand reached out, tentative, like they were unsure of how to approach you. “You’re alright,” a voice said softly, but with a firmness that cracked through the haze in your mind. “We’re here to get you out.”

But the words felt distant, disconnected, as though they were coming from underwater. You couldn’t trust anything. Your heart pounded in your chest, fear bubbling up from deep within. This could be another trap. Another lie. You weren’t sure who this person was, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Before you could even form a coherent thought, a sharp scent flooded the room, heavy and sickly sweet. The next thing you knew, the room swirled around you—shapes and sounds warping—and the last thing you heard was the voice again, more urgent this time: “It’s okay. We’re getting you out.”

And then, as the smoke thickened and your vision blurred, everything went black.

The first thing you felt when you woke up was confusion. It was disorienting—your senses a blur, your mind fragmented. You were in a room, but it wasn’t your cell, wasn’t the sterile white of the Capitol. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic, and the soft hum of machines around you was both strange and oddly comforting.

But that didn’t mean you were safe. Not yet. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the chaos. Doctors in white coats were moving quickly, their voices a frantic buzz. Someone was touching your arm, their hands too firm, too urgent.

You flinched away, panic surging through your veins as memories of the Jabberjays twisted into your mind. The screams of Finnick, Annie, and your brother—distorted and cruel—ripped through your thoughts again. Was this just another trick? Were they going to use the birds again? Were you being captured all over again?

“Please, just… just stop,” you gasped, your voice raw, barely audible. You scrambled, trying to pull yourself away from their grasp, but your limbs were weak.

“Shh, shh, you’re safe,” one of the doctors whispered, but you didn’t trust it. You couldn’t. Safe didn’t exist anymore.

They tried to hold you down, to reassure you, but the more they touched you, the more your skin crawled. Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as the room closed in, and the walls felt like they were suffocating you. Everything felt too bright, too loud. You wanted to escape, to run, to hide from the chaos.

Then you heard it—his voice.

“Where is she? Where is she?”

Your heart skipped a beat, a raw, desperate sound. Finnick’s voice. But it couldn’t be him. You tensed, a jolt of panic shooting through you. No, no, no—this isn’t real. It’s not real.

The words that came next weren’t comforting—they were the birds, mimicking him, twisting his voice. It was too much. Your pulse raced, your body trembling violently as you backed away from the doctors, too afraid to look.

“Where is she?” Finnick’s voice called again, closer this time. “Please, please, I need to find her.”

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. The memories collided in your mind, his voice and the twisted birds, and you weren’t sure where one began and the other ended.

Then, out of the chaos, a familiar face emerged. Finnick. His face was drawn, haunted, but his eyes—his eyes—they were the same. He was real. The fog in your mind started to clear, the panic slowly ebbing away as you locked onto him. The sight of him, standing there, filled you with a raw, aching relief. But the confusion still clung to you, the terror that this was a trick.

He stepped closer, his hand outstretched. “It’s me, sweetheart” he said softly, his voice full of something gentle, something full of warmth you thought you’d lost forever. “I’m here. You’re safe. It’s over.”

Your body froze, heart hammering in your chest, but then something inside you broke. You couldn’t hold onto the fear anymore, couldn’t push him away. You collapsed into him, falling into his arms, the weight of the months of torture pressing down on you, flooding you with every raw emotion you’d been holding in.

The warmth of Finnick’s embrace is overwhelming, like a beacon in the dark. For a moment, it feels surreal, like you’re still trapped in the nightmare, that you’ll wake up any second and be back in that place, alone and broken. But when his arms tighten around you, when he whispers against your hair, you realize that this—this is real.

Finnick was home. His scent, his touch, the way his body feels against yours—it’s everything you’ve been missing, everything you’ve been longing for. For so long, you thought you would never feel this again. You thought you were going to die there, in that cold, endless nightmare.

“I thought I was going to die there,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper, a broken sob escaping as you clutch him tighter. The words spill out before you can stop them, the weight of them sinking deep into your chest. “I thought… I thought I’d never make it out. That I’d never see you again.”

Finnick pulls back just enough to look at you, his face full of sorrow, guilt swirling in his eyes. “You’re here now,” he says, his thumb gently brushing across your cheek, wiping away the tears. “You’re safe. You’re with me now, and I’m never leaving you again. I swear it.”

The sound of his voice, steady and unwavering, cracks something deep inside of you. It’s like the world around you shifts—like you’re not alone anymore. Like you’re finally home.

He takes a slow, deep breath and leans his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your face with gentle care. “I know… I know it’s been hell,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m never leaving you again, sweetheart,”

You nod against him, your breath shaky, but his presence is like an anchor, grounding you, pulling you back from the abyss. Your body trembles, not from the cold or the fear, but from the raw relief that courses through you.

For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you feel safe, or at least the illusion of it. Either way, you didn’t care. And for the first time since the reaping, maybe you can properly start to breathe.

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celestiamour · 5 months ago

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ft. katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, haymitch abernathy, effie trinket, gale hawthorne, annie cresta (separate) x gn! reader — the hunger games

╰₊✧ reacting to you being flirty with them┊0.5k words

contains: some suggestive comments, i think that’s it

➤ author's note: hunger games brainrot had hit me hard, i need to read the books

katniss everdeen has to do a double take sometimes because, even though she now knows she’s conventionally pretty, she assumes most people find her disagreeable and didn’t really think you would be any different. she’s definitely the most awkward about it though, saying a curt thanks before walking off to process what just happened because she still doesn’t know how to handle so much attention on her.

peeta mellark gets embarrassed easily and has his mouth slightly agape like a fish out of water at your words. his reaction will only spur you on to continue and maybe even go a bit further until he’s a pink, stuttering mess who is trying to cover his face so you don’t comment on it.

haymitch abernathy will scoff and take another sip of his whiskey, telling you that you shouldn’t be getting mixed up with a troubled old man like him any more than you already are. if you’re persistent, however, he may humor you and say something back if he’s really letting the booze flow, but you’ll need to test your luck and see.

effie trinket will giggle with an exaggerated "oh my!" definitely the most flattered of the bunch, especially if you compliment the effort she puts into her appearance. most don't look too much into it or straight out find it to be tacky, so she genuinely appreciates your words. will probably say something that her clothes would look better on the floor of your bedroom if she’s feeling cheeky with a wink and would blow a kiss in your direction.

finnick odair will match your energy and tease back until you two are exchanging compliments and flirtatious comments like a ping-pong match. the type of conversation that will make everyone else nearby groan or get embarrassed and yell to “get a room.”

johanna mason will match your energy tenfold until you’re the one who is on the receiving end and getting flustered at her comments ranging from how cute you are when the tables turn in you and how sexy you are when having the guts to flirt with her (most people are a bit put off by how intimidating she usually is).

gale hawthorne would try to keep his cool demeanor, staying nonchalant and replying smoothly like it’s nothing. however, he’a a bit too casual about it so you’ll be led to believe he’s just not into you like that or didn’t like what you said, but then he’s confused about why you don’t seem as enthusiastic as you did earlier and assumes the same things you’re assuming— the point is, you need to keep communication open.

annie cresta will stutter and trip over her words, blushing a bright red when she realizes you didn’t hear what she said, and might end up running away to recollect herself. she’s always been shy, but she’s become even more timid with fear after winning the hunger games. after the first shock though, she’s a lot less shy now knowing what to expect, and might even flirt back if you catch her at the right time.

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cabotwife · 8 days ago

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Finnick x victor!reader where reader returns from the Capitol to district 13 (after like torture and stuff), and Finnick comes to the realization that Snow started selling her while she held there? Only if you’re comfortable ofc.

Guilded Lily

finnick odair x fem!victor!reader

warnings: ooc finnick(?), not proofread, alludes to sa/forced prostitution

word count: 747

a/n: i don't usually write for male character bc i'm a lesbian and well- i'm not attracted to them.. but finnick is an exception. all the lesbians love finnick.

you can’t remember the moment they pulled you out of the capitol.

not really.

one minute you were burning up, bones dissolving under electric shocks, white lights breaking into kaleidoscopic shards behind your eyes. then there was darkness, clean sheets, the muted hush of underground air systems, and a woman’s voice. not sweet, but somehow kind.

“you are safe now.”

you don’t believe her.

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now you’re standing in a concrete corridor in District 13, wrapped in a standard issue gray sweater that swallows your sunken frame. you weigh less than you did when you won your games. you had always believed that was going to be your lowest point. you were wrong.

the door slides open with a soft hiss, and he’s there.

his hair is pushed back messily, as if he’d tried to look presentable but gave up halfway. there’s a tremor in his fingers that’re clenched by his sides. you wonder if it’s from seeing you or if that’s just his usual state nowadays.

you stare at each other for a short moment.

“hey,” he says, soft as the sea breeze.

you don’t answer. you just move past him into the room. it’s small, clean. the walls feel closer than they should.

“you’re back,” he speaks again.

he doesn’t mean it as a question, but you still say, “yeah.”

he’s quiet. you sit on the edge of the bed, knees together, handing clenched so tight that your nails dig crescents into your palms. there’s blood under some of them. old blood. your blood.

he crouches down in front of you.

his eyes flick over your face. you know what he sees.. the healing scabs under your jaw, the too-sharp cheekbones, the faint burn marks under your ears. you hate that you still flinch when he reaches up, but he doesn’t pull away. his hand is warm. familiar.

but the way he looks at you now, it’s not just pain.

“i asked them what had been done to you,” he says quietly. “they wouldn’t tell me.”

you look past him to the gray wall. it feels safer than his face.

he breathes out, voice catching. “but i know.”

your jaw tightens. you didn’t want him to say it.

“i know what snow does,” he says. “i know what he did to me. i should’ve realized–”

“don’t,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “don’t say it.”

“he sold you, didn’t he.” it’s not a question.

you wish you could lie. you wish you could say that you just don’t remember. that it wasn’t that bad. but there’s nothing left to protect. no dignity to shatter. not anymore.

you nod. just barely.

finnick stands up too fast. he paces the room like the air is choking him.

he runs both hands through his hair and then slams his fist into the wall. not hard enough to break it, just hard enough to make it hurt.

“i should’ve known,” he says. “i should’ve–”

“it wasn’t your fault, finn,” you say.

but he’s not listening. he’s spiraling, and you know that feeling too well.

“i kept thinking–i kept hoping you were dead,” he says. his voice breaks halfway through his sentence.

you stand up and cross the room to him.

“well i’m not dead. i’m here. with you.”

he looks at you like he doesn’t believe it.

you reach for his hand. he doesn’t flinch, not like you did. he just wraps his fingers around yours and holds on like it might keep you both from drowning.

you lean your forehead against his cheek. he smells like soap and something earthy. a little like home. if that even still means anything.

“did he make you talk?” you ask. the words are barely audible.

he knows what you mean.

“yeah,” he says.

you close your eyes. “me too.”

he presses a kiss to your hairline. it’s too soft for how broken you’re both feeling. but that’s the thing about finnick; he has always known how to be gentle. even when no one was gentle with him.

for a long time neither of you say anything.

then, he whispers, “i’m going to kill him.”

you don’t ask who. it’s not just a sentence anymore, an empty threat you both would pass around every time something happened. no. now it’s a vow.

you pull back just enough to look at him in the eyes.

you’re not whole

but neither is he.

but you’re both here.

and that’s something.

or maybe it’s everything.

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x-gabrielle-x · 4 months ago

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Tides Of Survival Masterlist

Pairings: Finnick Odair x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death, (eventual) smut, mentions of forced prostitution.

Summary: The white swan of the Capitol; gracious, elegant, and innocent. You catch many of the Capitol's attention in your games, whether that was due to your agility, cleverness, or looks in all, even managing to capture the gaze of your young mentor and old friend, Finnick Odair.

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queuestarter · 18 days ago

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together

(johanna mason x reader)

link to the request → a moment in district 3 reader and johanna mason's life together while in district 13

open to requests !!

You sit with your tongue pointing out of your mouth in concentration. A blueprint sits in front of you and it takes a lot of concentration to figure out what changes you want to make to it.

“As you can see, the difficulty is timing every single one to go off at the same time. Assuming that they fall at the same rate with mild wind resistance, we need to…” Beetee trails on, but you tune him out. You let him work on the logistics as you continue to figure out what metal would be best for the project. “... a lightweight metal would provide the best chances at success.”

“If we use a lightweight metal, we have the benefit of easy deployment, lighter loads on the carriers, and ease of creation. But the downside is when they drop, the lack of density could cause them to go off course if there is even some amount of wind,” you interject.

Beetee nods. “Right you are. But we have an abundance of aluminum at our disposal. The inside components will provide enough heft to keep them in line.”

You rub at the crease that is forming along your forehead. “I finished the blueprint and the prototype. We just need the casing to be finalized and we can run the trial.”

Beetee wheels himself closer to you and pats at your hand. “Thank you,” he whispers. “You know…”

You cut him off. “I know. I would design a million bombs a million times over if you needed it.”

He smiles at you wetly before wheeling away to the other side of the room. You say nothing, letting him go. A sudden bang on the metal doors of the weapons room pulls you from your thoughts.

Knowing who it must be, you smile lightly and open the door. Johanna stands in front of you, arms crossed over her chest and a deep scowl on her face.

You love her so much it’s not even funny.

“Don’t you look happy to see me?” You ask with a breathy giggle, wanting to wrap her up but not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“Got bored with everyone else. You were my only option,” she says. Her words are negative, but the pucker of her lips lets you know what she really wants.

You lean forward and press your lips to hers, a sigh instantly leaving you. “Mhm,” you moan against her. “Missed you today.”

“I saw you at lunch like two hours ago. You’re so needy.” Johanna bites her lips, letting you know that she’s joking. She’s been like that since you’ve met her, but since she was abducted, it’s gotten worse.

Nothing that you can’t handle, though.

“Want to come in? We’re making bombs,” you offer, though you know she’ll reject you.

“No,” she sighs. “I just wanted a kiss before I’m forced to hang out with Katniss for the rest of the day.”

You laugh. “If you’re good, I’ll sneak into your room tonight.”

Johanna straightens her posture. “Yes, ma’am.”

You let out an exaggerated groan. “Don’t say that, you know how much it turns me on.”

She shoves your shoulder and walks away from you quickly. “Fuck you!”

“Love you too, lovely!” You shout at her treating form before stepping back inside the war room.

#johanna mason #johanna request #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason x you #johanna imagine #johanna mason x y/n #johanna x reader #hunger games #thg johanna #lane's writing

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ilguna · 6 months ago

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☼ the moon loves the sun (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; like two magnets, you and johanna will always find each other, inside of the arena and out.

warnings; swearing, weapon use, drowning, death and blood mention, the usual hunger games stuff.

wc; 7.2k

Out of the many tribute intake routines in the Capitol, you think the preparation for the Tribute Parade has to be your least favorite. There is absolutely nothing appealing about having strangers rip all of the hair on your body off. And then to be rubbed raw after by their fancy scrubs, stings like a bitch.

You don’t think the prep team fully understands the fact that you’re not used to their beautification process. You don’t have it done regularly enough for it to not hurt nearly as much. There are no places in District Five that specialize in what the Capitol does. Maybe in the Career districts, but certainly not in the outsiders.

Besides, they don’t do it for the mentors, only the tributes. It doesn’t matter what the mentors look like after they win. You could ask for the prep team’s help, if you did like the way you looked after, but they already have so much on their plate from the stylists.

This means the last time you had this done was about two and a half years ago, on your Victory Tour. You were hoping it would be the last time. And it would’ve, if it weren’t for this year's Hunger Games, which happens to be a Quarter Quell.

Despite the fact that it’s been several months since the reading of the card, it still feels like it happened yesterday. You were sitting at home, hosting a few of the other victors for dinner to watch the Capitol showing of Katniss Everdeen’s wedding dress, which was being chosen through votes.

No one had any idea of the announcement that would come after until Caesar mentioned it. Right around that time, everyone was beginning to wrap up. They were grabbing coats, pulling snow boots back on, preparing to go home because they had no interest in what the Capitol was planning this time for the Quell.

Once the anthem’s first notes began to play, the room around you came to a halt. President Snow came onto the stage, a boy following him. The boy was holding a wooden box, probably fully aware of the fact it contained an important card that would decide the fate of many people. What he didn’t know was it would steal the lives of those who didn’t deserve it.

Snow delivered a speech, reminding viewers of the Dark Days, and where the idea of the Quarter Quell was born from. He went on to tell you what the punishments for the past two anniversaries had been, before turning his attention to the boy with the box. He pulled out an envelope marked with a neat 75. He took his time breaking the seal on the flap, gently pulling the small square of paper out.

And then he turned to the microphone and read directly from the paper.

“On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.”

You could hear a pin drop in your house. Even worse, you could hear the screams of your neighbors as the news hit them next.

It quickly became a different atmosphere in your home. At that moment, everyone wanted to leave to be with their families so they could console them. A couple of them even left their belongings because of the rush they were in. The last person to leave was kind enough to shut your door on the way out.

No one stayed to keep you company as you began to sink into your couch.

You don’t think anyone saw the twist coming. None of the citizens in the Capitol, and certainly no one in the districts. When you walked the streets the next morning, it was like a ghost town. Those who were outside, were pale, and almost avoided eye contact with you, as if it would be disrespectful.

While on the other hand, the Capitol has not been mourning the loss of their victors. In fact, all your prep team seems to babble on about is how excited they’ve been to see favorites return in the arena, remarking how the Tribute Center has been remodeled in several areas.

You usually have a lot of patience for Capitol citizens, and you know that your prep team is nice—just painfully clueless—but there’s only so much you can take. The truth of the matter is that the Games aren’t about them this year. It’s about the Quarter Quell, and how far President Snow is willing to go to prove he’s in charge.

It’s about crushing the spirit of the victors.

“We’re almost done.” The girl tells you, her voice is higher than the boy’s by several octaves, and you can’t tell if it’s her natural voice or if she’s forcing it. Either way, the more she speaks, the worse your headache gets. You’ve been trying to nod and smile through most of their conversation, but you think they’re beginning to catch on to your strategy.

You hum a response to let her know you heard her.

“Will you go over the checklist?” The boy asks, his accent is thick, harder to understand. You mentioned this to your girlfriend once—she’s a victor in another district—because you were curious as to why his was thicker than most of the citizen’s you’ve met.

All she could tell you was that he was from a richer part of the Capitol. She sounded like she was being sarcastic when she said that, so you ended up having to ask District Five’s escort if it was true, and he was able to confirm it. Sometimes you can’t tell when Johanna, your girlfriend, is being honest, with how often she likes to mess with you.

“Of course.” The girl responds, reaching for a device she’s picked up and set aside a few times. She flickers her pink hair out of her face. “We’ve trimmed her hair, done a hair mask, washed and styled it. We fixed her nails. And we’ve waxed her body twice, and washed her three times.” She squints at the screen. “All that’s left is the lotion to rub down and I think we’ll be good to pass her off.”

“You think?” The boy asks. “You’ve been marking off the checklist, right?”

“Yes.” She raises her eyes from the device but doesn’t move her head. “She’ll be good to pass off after the lotion. You can apply it.” She promptly shuts off the device, sliding it onto the counter.

From what you’ve gathered from the few times they’ve willingly spoken to one another, you’re pretty sure they don’t get along. You wish you could say you recognize either of them from last year’s Hunger Games, but you think the prep team and the stylist got replaced. They’d been working on District Five for years, you’re not entirely surprised they’re gone, you just wish you were able to say goodbye.

“Fine.” The boy says, reaching for a bottle on a metal table. He squeezes a large amount of a white glitter liquid into his palm, and then approaches you.

He takes his time wiping handfuls of it onto certain sections of your body, before going back and working from the neck down. By the time he’s done, the stinging sensation has subsided into a cool soothe.

With that, the girl makes a wide motion with her hand, and the two of them file out of the room without another word, leaving you in there alone. The silence is nice, but it doesn’t last for long. The stylist must be eager to meet you, or get this over with, because she appears in the doorway and wastes no time getting to work.

“My name is Galina, I will be your stylist this year.” She says. “Stand up from the table.”

You follow her instructions, and wait patiently as she looks over you, inspecting every inch of your bare skin to ensure her prep team did a good job. When she’s done, she plucks the silk robe off the hook on the wall and hands it to you. You pull it on, and follow her into the next room.

“I will be taking care of you alone.” She informs you. “I work quicker than those two. I’m surprised they did as good of a job as they have.”

“They were very nice.” You murmur, feeling as if you need to defend them.

“Not to each other, that’s for sure.” She shakes her head, motioning for you to sit on a chair in front of a vanity. “This shouldn’t take long.”

She cracks her knuckles, which seems almost painful with how many gold rings varying in thickness cover her slender fingers. She doesn’t seem to mind them, reaching for your hair to get to work. She must be used to doing everything herself, because she doesn’t complain once about the circumstance.

It’s clear that Galina has a vision of what she wants to do with you, she doesn’t hesitate when she moves. There is no deliberation, she moves with confidence, conquering your hair, and immediately moving onto your nails next. She murmurs a compliment about how they’ve been perfectly shaped, and then she paints them an electric blue.

When it comes to makeup, she tells you to close your eyes and hold still. You’re not allowed to open them until she says, and by then, she’s almost done. All she does is apply a white mascara to your lashes, and then moves out of the way, giving you a chance to see yourself in the mirror. Her work is beautiful.

She accessories you in silver jewelry, tests to make sure your nails have dried completely, and then pulls a white and blue dress out of a closet. It’s over the shoulder, wrapped around your upper arms tightly to keep it from moving, and it ends just above the knee.

“Everyone’s going after that fire effect because of Cinna.” She says. “I figured to let the sun do all the work.”

“Is it solar powered?” You ask.

“To an extent.” She runs her finger along a line of rubber that goes around your waist. “It’ll make you look like you’re glowing.”

“Oh.” You raise your eyebrows. “That’s cool.”

She half-shrugs, “If you want to call it that. You can put on the heels and go. I’ll see you later this evening, after the parade.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, taking a seat on a chair to pull on the white wedges.

When you’re done, you let yourself out, because she’s sitting in the lounge part of the room, eating grapes while typing on her device. As much as you liked District Five’s female stylist last year, she wasn’t nearly this organized with tributes. It took her several hours to get your girl tributes ready. There was one year she took so long that your tribute was the last to walk out on the floor.

It makes sense why Snow replaced her, and the prep team went too because they were just as bad as the stylist when it came to being timely.

You carefully shut the door behind you, walking down the cement hallway, following the signs until you step into the main area for the Remake Center. There are a couple victors out here already with their horses and chariots. You know some of these people by name, mostly those who won in recent years, all the older victors don’t really mentor anymore—besides the ones that have to.

Your eyes land on a close friend of yours, Finnick Odair. He’s standing beside his horse, talking to the tamer, who hands something over to him. Finnick nods his head in thanks, and then turns away to look around the room.

“Ah, look who it is.” He says when he sees you. “I see your stylist has gone with something different this year.”

“New stylist, actually.” You smile, coming up next to him. “And prep team.”

“Did you like them?”

You open your mouth, taking in a breath, but no real compliments come to mind. Finnick lets out a loud laugh, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. He throws his head back for a couple of seconds, and then looks back at you.

“That bad, huh?”

“Well,” You start, “I mean, the prep team likes to argue and Galina, the stylist, is very straightforward. I think it’s nice that they’re quicker than the last bunch, but I would not surround myself with them frequently.”

“You’re too nice for your own good.” Finnick smiles, and then offers his cupped hand to you. “Have a sugar cube.”

“Sure.” You say, picking one off the top.

You pop it in your mouth, causing it to water, but it soaks up almost instantly. It isn’t long before the cube loses its shape and has become a pile on your tongue. The sweetness spreads across your mouth, hurting your teeth. It’s worth the pain.

Finnick nudges your shoulder, jerking his chin up to make you look. You turn around to see what he’s looking at. A smile spreads across your face quickly, as you begin to run away from him, and to your girlfriend instead.

“Johanna!” You gasp.

She finds you with a smirk on her face, arms held out for a hug. You slam into her, hugging her tightly, as she rotates you in a small circle. When you pull away, she reaches for the undersides of your jaw to avoid messing up the makeup on your cheeks. She guides your lips to hers, a warm happiness spreads across your body.

She pulls away for a second, and then presses a quick second kiss to your lips. She lets out a quiet laugh after, using her thumb to wipe away the dark lipstick she transferred to you by accident.

“You look stunning.” Johanna says, “I heard District Five got a new stylist.”

“And prep team.” You nod. “They’re better than the last group Five had, but I wouldn’t say they’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t say any of them are. Maybe District Twelve.”

“I like your stylist.” You smile. “She has a theme and she sticks with it.”

Her eyes narrow at you. “She’s been doing this tree gimmick for several decades and no one has stopped her. I almost said something to her this year.”

“Oh, don’t. She’s old. She doesn’t know any better.”

“As if I care.” She rolls her eyes.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful in anything you wear.” You tell her, causing a small smile to peek at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you, babe.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just speaking the truth.” You take her hand, starting to pull her back to where you were standing with Finnick.

“Hey, Johanna.” Finnick says.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Johanna asks, letting out a snort.

Finnick looks down at his parade costume, which is almost inappropriate. His stylist has draped a golden net across his body, and it nets at his groin. His outfit is so fragile that all it’ll take is one bump before it falls off his body.

His face twists. “I would ask you the same, but I think we all know what you’re supposed to be.”

Johanna mocks a smile.

“So, what’s the plan?” You ask, changing the topic before they start bickering.

He raises his eyebrows. “Is this your way of asking for an alliance?”

“I just thought that there’d be a plan in the works.” You motion to the chariots. “You know, since this is clearly rigged.”

“I don’t think anyone’s made one yet.” Johanna murmurs, “I’m sure someone will come out with something.”

“What will we even do?” You ask.

Finnick shrugs. “We’ll have to see what the Capitol does first. If I had to take a bet, though, I would say Haymitch might try to clean up his tributes’ mess.”

“If he’s sober.” Johanna remarks, you elbow her.

“I just hope it works out.” You sigh. “It would be a shame to have gotten here for nothing.”

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“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!” Claudius Templesmith announces.

The countdown until the gong sounds, begins. You have less than a minute to figure out the arena and decide what to do next. And right now, it seems you’re off to a bad start.

The podium you have risen on is completely surrounded by water. Despite being from District Five, you are not the strongest swimmer. In fact, you only know the very basics to get you to land. You probably would know more if you went into a district job—they teach everyone how to swim if they work near the dam—but you didn’t. Instead, you got selected for the Hunger Games at seventeen.

There was never a reason to learn after that.

You look into the blue waves, hoping to find sand. Maybe that way you’ll be able to wade to the beach that surrounds the water. Your wishful thinking is quickly gone when you realize there is no sand. It’s just water, and there’s no telling how deep it is. All you know for sure is it’s a drownable depth.

You take several breaths to calm the rising anxiety, lifting your eyes to focus on anything else around you. The golden Cornucopia is straight ahead, of course, just floating on a giant black rock island. There’s strips of black sand coming out from the island, connecting to the ring of beach.

Beyond the beach is the jungle.

The sound of someone coughing nearby makes you jump out of your skin. You turn in the direction, and find another tribute, who's staring right at you. You think it’s the man from District Nine, but you can’t be sure. You’ve never seen him before the interviews last night. You don’t think he’s part of the rebel alliance.

You eye him for a few seconds before settling on ignoring him. He probably knows how to swim just as much as you do. Probably even less. He is not the biggest threat in this arena, you can get away from him, especially since one of those strips of land is to your right.

When the gong sounds, you’ll swim there… and then what? You go to the Cornucopia? You run into the jungle? If you go to the center, who’s going to be there?

You have to close your eyes to focus on your thoughts. The only people that will be able to get to the Cornucopia first is going to be Finnick and Mags. Actually, it’ll be Finnick. Mags is in no shape to cut across this water like she was probably able to in the past. As cruel as that sounds, it’s just what happens when you age.

Finnick will get to the middle first. He’s an ally. You can trust him to have your back while you grab a weapon. But how fast is Johanna going to be able to get there? She knows how to swim, you think. She won’t be the best at it, so it’ll take her time to get there. At that point, the Careers might already be there. You trust they were taught how to swim in their home districts.

As you weigh it, you realize it’s going to be dangerous for you to meet Finnick in the middle, much less Johanna. You begin to think it might be easier to find them in the jungle, when you remember how thick it’s going to be. And as nice as it would be, there is no way you can stand on the beach and wait for them to come to you.

You’re going to have to go to the Cornucopia and hope Johanna gets there in time.

The gong sounds seconds after your decision is made. You jerk forward to dive into the water, but hesitate at the last second, almost sending you over the podium. Your arms flail, trying to restore balance, but it’s too late, you’ve leaned forward too far. You manage to get a breath before you hit the water.

It’s warm, engulfing your body from head to toe. You kick hard, bringing you back to the surface, causing a wave to wash over your face. You sputter out a cough because of the salt water, and then you begin to paddle to the strip of land, taking your time getting there.

Once your hands come into contact with sand, you pull yourself out of the water, and head directly to the Cornucopia. As you go, you take time to assess the people in the water, wondering if any of them could be Johanna. From what you can tell, most people are bobbing around, struggling to make it to the rock. And no one has the qualities of your girlfriend.

You’re almost to the center when Finnick rounds the corner with a trident in his hand, raised to attack, but then he relaxes. “Oh good, it’s you. Do you see Mags?”

“No. How about Johanna?”

“Not yet. She might be swimming this way, a lot of people are.” He motions for you to follow, and you do.

You’re almost unable to hide your surprise when you see Katniss is here. How is she able to swim? There can’t be many opportunities in District Twelve, or at all. You give a look to Finnick, wondering if he’ll have an explanation, but he’s too focused on finding anything valuable on the island.

Katniss tenses up at the first sight of you, and then relaxes considerably. She trusts you, of course she does. She pulled that stunt in the Training Center, and while many people jumped to tell Haymitch they wanted an alliance, you let her have her space. Yes, she would be a very good ally with her skill, but you knew she would come around.

She did. Haymitch reached out to you to tell you Katniss wanted you to be her ally. By then, he’d already recruited you for the rebel alliance, so there was no action needed. It was more of a heads-up that you were going to be a trusted friend in the arena to her. As for Finnick and Johanna, it was a completely different story. They couldn’t help taunting her, naturally that drove her away.

“Let’s clear out.” Katniss says, moving down one of the rocks without waiting.

You don’t follow immediately, digging around in the mouth of the Cornucopia until you find a long knife you’ll be able to use. As soon as you have it in your hand, you jog to follow Katniss and Finnick, who are heading after Peeta. He’s still standing on his podium, waiting patiently to be helped.

He can’t swim.

Once you’ve joined them, Katniss begins to remove knives from her belt, likely thinking to go and retrieve him. Finnick grabs her shoulder. “I’ll get him.”

Katniss’s face twists. “I can.”

Finnick doesn’t listen to her, shedding his weapons onto the sand. “Better not exert yourself. Not in your condition.” He says, motioning to her belly, reminding her that she’s supposed to be pregnant.

A wave of realization crosses her face, mouth opening to say something. Before she can, Finnick prepares to dive. “Cover me.” He tells you, or her, and then launches off the rock strip.

You look over your shoulder at the Cornucopia, finding that the Careers have made it, and they’re gathering their supplies. You know Gloss, Cashmere and Enobaria fairly well. They weren’t your crowd, especially since you’re dating Johanna—she’s a pot stirrer—but the few conversations you had with them were polite. As for Brutus, you hadn’t seen him before the reaping. He’s an older victor, if you had to guess, he won around the same time as Haymitch.

Water splashes. You whip in the other direction, worried it’s a stray opponent, and instead see Mags, paddling her way to you guys. She moves a little bit faster than you do, but not faster than Finnick. He’s able to get Peeta and swim him back to the rock before Mags has made it halfway.

“Hello again.” Peeta murmurs to Katniss, they kiss. “We’ve got allies.”

“Yes. Just as Haymitch intended.”

“Remind me, did we make deals with anyone else?” Peeta asks.

“Only Mags, I think.” Katniss nods to her, and she’s almost made it the whole way.

“Well, I can’t leave Mags behind.” Finnick laughs. “She’s one of the few people who actually likes me.”

“I’ve got no problem with Mags. Especially now that I see the arena. Her fishhooks are probably our best chance of getting a meal.” Katniss tells him.

“Katniss wanted her on the first day.” Peeta pitches in.

“Katniss has remarkably good judgement.” Finnick says.

He reaches down into the water once Mags has made it into his arms length. He’s able to scoop her out, her weight playing no factor in his strength. He places her on her feet, and then smooths some of her grey hair out of her eyes.

You do a full turn where you stand, looking for Johanna, hoping you’ll see her.

Between Mags’s accent and the mumbling, you have a hard time trying to figure out what she’s saying. Something about the belts and bobbing, you think.

“Look, she’s right. Someone figured it out.” Finnick points, you follow his finger and find Beetee, flailing around in the waves, but he’s not drowning.

“What?” Katniss asks.

“The belts. They’re flotation devices.” Finnick says. “I mean, you have to propel yourself, but they’ll keep you from drowning.”

“We should go.” Katniss says.

“Does anyone see Johanna?” You ask, eyes still searching the water.

“I don’t think she’s on this side of the Cornucopia, (Y/n).” Finnick tells you. “I’m sorry. We should be able to find her later on.”

“You’re sure?” You ask, turning to look at him. “If you’re sure, I’ll go. But if you think we won’t see each other again—”

“I’m sure.” Finnick tells you, his green eyes boring into yours. “It’s Johanna. She loves you. She’s going to find you. And we might even come across her by the end of tonight.”

“Okay.” You nod. “Let’s go, then.”

Mags crawls onto Finnick’s back, holding onto his shoulders tightly. He begins to lead the way down the spoke, with Katniss and Peeta taking the middle, and you slowly following in the back. A part of you waits for her to call your name to bring you back, but you know it’s not going to happen. She’s not here yet. And you can’t wait for her to be.

You’ll see her again soon.

—

As you near where Finnick is sitting on the jungle’s treeline, your body begins to shut down, knowing you’re safe. All it takes is your knee buckling to send you falling to the sand, barely catching yourself before you faceplant.

Since you’re still struggling to breathe, you close your eyes and take deep breaths to get a hold of it. It’s easy to forget just how exhausting the arena is when you’re watching it from the outside. You didn’t win that long ago, and yet your initiation preparation is already leaving.

It felt like you were being electrocuted when you were woken up by Katniss’s screaming, warning you about the fog. To navigate the jungle’s greenery in the dark is a whole talent that you might’ve discovered. You tripped too many times to count, with how many roots and weeds stick out of the dirt, desperate to take you down. It didn’t help that you were being actively corralled by the Gamemakers via the poisonous fog.

You will say you got lucky, you didn’t get it nearly as bad as the others did. Their blisters cover almost their entire body, even after washing most of it off in the salt water. You mostly got it in patches on your arms and legs, because you were running for your life, willing to leave them behind to save yourself.

And then to immediately be attacked by mutts less than an hour later… Peeta had gone into the jungle to begin to drill into a tree to get water, and when you went to join him, there were these monkey mutts on the tree branches. They completely surrounded you, but their attention was on Peeta, who was oblivious.

Well, until he could sense the danger, then it was all over from there. There were monkeys flying at you from every direction, angry and ready to attack. Between only four of you, it was impossible to keep up. And they didn’t slow down. It wasn’t until Peeta was vulnerable, did things get serious.

A monkey went flying at him, Katniss went to rescue him, but right before he was tackled, an ally—the woman from District Six—came running out a tree she’d camouflaged herself into. She got right between the monkey and Peeta, killing herself but saving him in the process.

As soon as the mutts had gotten their kill, they backed out. Peeta and Katniss are sending the woman off in the water now. She’s not going to make it. The fangs punctured vital parts of her chest, leaving deep holes. You had to walk away.

“It’s a good thing you’re with us.” Finnick says. “I don’t think we would’ve found a good path getting away from the fog.”

“You’re just being nice. I should’ve helped more.” You tell him.

“You did help. You found us a path.” Finnick says. “Besides, we definitely would’ve had trouble with those mutts.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen tributes get attacked back-to-back like that by the Gamemakers.” You murmur, using your finger to draw in the sand.

“I haven’t, either. There’s something going on.”

“I hope Johanna’s okay.” You look up at the jungle. She could be anywhere in there.

“It’s Johanna.” Finnick says, trying to comfort you. “She’s smart. She survived the bloodbath, and so did Blight. They’re probably together.”

You hum. Katniss drags her feet through the sand, coming in your direction. She’s got this solemn expression on her face, probably having something to do with the dead victor they had to say goodbye to. She stands over you two for a second before she speaks.

“Why don’t you two get some rest?” She asks. “I’ll watch for a while.”

“No, Katniss, I’d rather.” Finnick says.

All it takes is one look at his face, and she nods. “All right, Finnick, thanks.”

She moves away, going to join Peeta, who’s already laid down on the beach. You watch them for a couple of seconds, before you look back at Finnick. There’s tears in his eyes, he swallows thickly. He must be thinking about Mags. You lost her during the fog.

“Do you want me to move?” You ask.

“No, it’s okay.” He tells you, wiping his eyes. “I want a minute.”

“Take as many as you need.” You tell him, looking away to give him some privacy.

The two of you sit on the beach, watching the sunrise, wordless. Katniss and Peeta toss and turn several times, trying to get comfortable on the uneven ground. For a while, Finnick sits still, and then he gets restless and gets up to gather some giant leaves from the jungle. He works beside you, creating mats that he hangs on the tree branches to give Katniss and Peeta shade while they sleep.

He moves on to making three tightly woven bowls. You take two of them from him to fill with water, which he thanks you for. He takes the third bowl and goes poking around in the saltwater. By the time the two of you come back together, he’s got a full bowl of shellfish. He shows you how to crack the shells open, and you try a couple of them.

“How do you like it?” He asks.

“I don’t.” You tell him honestly. “But it’s food, and I’ll eat anything right now.”

“Do you like fish better?” He asks, eyebrows raising.

You shrug, playing with a shell. “Not a lot of fish to go around District Five.”

“Really? You’re on the coast.”

“Not me, I live closer to the Capitol than I do to the water.” You tell him.

His face twists, tilting his head back while he stares at the sky, trying to picture it in his mind. “Where’s your Justice Building, then?”

“In the middle.”

His face twists.

There’s movement out of the corner of your eye, causing you to turn quickly to see what it is, but it’s only Katniss. She’s rubbing sand out of her eye, a quiet yawn leaves her lips before she blinks to focus.

Finnick holds up one of the shellfish. “They’re better fresh.” He tells her, cracking it open and ripping a chunk of the flesh out.

She reaches forward to grab one, but stops at the sight of her hands. She scowls, beginning to get to her feet.

“You know, if you scratch you’ll bring on infection.” Finnick tells her sarcastically.

“That’s what I’ve heard.” She says back to him. She washes her hands off in the saltwater, and dries her hands by shaking her hands. She stops suddenly after she’s taken a few steps in your direction, throwing her head back. “Hey, Haymitch, if you’re not too drunk, we could use a little something for our skin.”

The parachute appears seconds later, as if Haymitch was just waiting for her to ask. She takes something in the palm of her hand, muttering, “About time.” And then she comes toward you two, taking a seat in the sand.

She unscrews the cap and begins to squeeze the ointment onto her palm. It’s thick, and dark, and it smells disgusting. She hesitates for a second, but as soon as she begins to massage it into her leg, she lets out a moan. Once she starts on her other leg, she hands it off to Finnick.

“It’s like you’re decomposing.” Finnick tells her, because it’s staining her skin a grey-green color. But he follows her example, and rubs it onto his scabs.

“Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?” Katniss teases.

“It must be. The sensation’s completely new. How have you managed it all these years?” He asks, passing the tube to you.

“Just avoid mirrors. You’ll forget about it.” She remarks.

You spread some of the ointment across the itchy patches, and as soon as it comes into contact with your skin, it disappears completely.

“Not if I keep looking at you.” Finnicks says back to her.

You begin to feel better once you’re covered. Katniss and Finnick are able to move more freely, too. When they’re done rubbing it on the exposed skin of each other’s backs, Katniss gets to her feet. “I’m going to wake Peeta.”

“No, wait.” Finnick gets up to join her. “Let’s do it together. Put our faces right in front of his. Come on, (Y/n).”

“His heart has stopped once already, I don’t want to share the responsibility for killing him again.” You tell them.

Finnick laughs. “I’ll just perform CPR again.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, watching them get in front of Peeta’s face. Katniss gently wakes him, shaking him, softly saying his name. His eyes flutter open, as if he’s a storybook princess, but then a scream leaves his mouth and he jumps three feet in the air.

Katniss and Finnick fall back away from him, laughing their asses off, rolling around in the sand. You join in on their laughter, but Peeta’s trying not to encourage their behavior by crossing his arms. All it does is set them off into giggle fits, where he struggles to fight off a smile.

“Guys.” You point at a parachute that’s coming down in your direction.

Finnick pulls his attention away to see what you’re pointing at. He catches the loaf in his hands, examining it carefully. It’s one of the Capitol’s specialty loaves that they make in association with a district. This one is tinted green, marking it as District Four’s.

“This will go well with the shellfish.” He announces.

While Katniss helps Peeta with getting a layer of the ointment on his skin, you help Finnick clean the meat from the shellfish. He’s quicker than you are, but he appreciates the help. When it’s time, you gather together and eat the meat with the salty bread, taking healthy gulps of water in between.

It isn’t until you’re almost done, a few pieces left, does a scream erupt out from the far side of the jungle, causing each one of you to freeze and observe. A wedge on the other side is shaking, like an earthquake. Then, a huge wave breaks through the trees, soaring higher than the tallest one, coming down the hill fast. It hits the center water, causing a large ripple to spread out.

The four of you jump to your feet, watching as the tide reaches your knees, raising your belongings out of the sand. It takes a couple of seconds for you to grab what belongs to you, besides the jumpsuits, which have been eaten away by the fog so badly that they’re nothing but rags. You let it go.

A cannon fires. A hovercraft appears over the area, a claw being sent down to retrieve the body. It grabs them, pulls them out, and then disappears inside of the ship, which blends in with thin air seconds later.

As you begin to settle back down onto wet sand, Katniss halts. “There.” She whispers, nodding ahead.

You follow her gaze, seeing three people stumble onto the beach. The others retreat into the jungle treeline, trying to hide in the shadow, but you observe, squinting. They’re in rough shape, one of them is getting dragged out by a second, and the third one is wandering around in circles. They’re all covered in a dark red.

“Who is that?” Peeta asks. “Or what? Muttations?”

Katniss grabs an arrow, drawing it back on her bow. You hold a hand out to stop her, watching as the first person collapses on the beach, causing the second one to stomp their feet, turning to push the third one over.

“Johanna.” You say, moving forward. “Johanna!”

Johanna whips around to follow your voice. “(Y/n)!”

“Johanna!” You shout, sprinting across the sand. She throws her arms out to catch you as you collide into her body. Her hand hands the back of your head, squeezing you into her chest tightly. After a few breaths, all you smell is blood, so you pull back to look at her. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Finnick has appeared at your side.

“No, I’m not hurt, babe. This idiot is, though.” She motions at the one laying in the sand, and now that you’re closer, you can see that it’s Beetee. The one walking in circles is Wiress, and she’s muttering something to herself.

“What happened?” You ask, rubbing the red on her skin.

She motions to the jungle. “We thought it was rain, you know, because of the lightning, and we were all so thirsty. But when it started coming down, it turned out to be blood. Thick, hot blood. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t speak without getting a mouthful. We just staggered around, trying to get out of it. That’s when Blight hit the force field.”

“Oh, Johanna.” You murmur.

“I’m sorry, Johanna.” Finnick says, Katniss and Peeta are just joining you.

“Yeah, well, he wasn’t much, but he was from home.” She says, she looks at you for a long moment. And then down at Beetee in the sand. “And he left me alone with these two.” She nudges him with the toe of her shoe. “He got a knife in the back at the Cornucopia. And her—”

All attention is on Wiress for a moment, “Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

“Yeah, we know. Tick, tock. Nuts is in shock.” Johanna says, which seems to draw Wiress to her. As soon as Wiress begins to touch her, she loses her patience, shoving her down to the beach. “Just stay down, will you?”

You shake your head, putting a hand on her chest.

“Lay off her.” Katniss snaps, making it worse.

Johanna’s eyes narrow in her direction. “Lay off her?” She hisses. Before anyone can stop her, she slaps Katniss across the face. “Who do you think got them out of that bleeding jungle for you? You—”

“Woah!” You push Johanna back, and when she doesn’t budge, Finnick comes to your aid.

He throws her over his shoulder, but this doesn’t stop her from screaming insults at Katniss for her disrespect. You stand with Finnick in the water, watching as he dunks Johanna beneath the surface, turning the water pink. After about the twentieth time, she begins to calm down and come to reason.

“You’re going to apologize to her, Johanna.” You say. “That was uncalled for.”

“I’m dealing with a lot.” Her voice is harsh, but you’re not taking it personally. “It took me hours to get them down to the beach. Wiress kept running off, and Beetee’s as useless as that stupid spool of wire that I had to carry down for him.”

You take handfuls of water to dump in her hair, scratching it gently to get the dried bits off. She begins to relax, eyes closed, head tilted back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you at the Cornucopia.”

“It was better you didn’t.” She tells you. “When Beetee was finally done splashing around, he ran right into the Careers. If Blight weren’t there, he probably would’ve died because of it. He’s lucky all he got was a knife.”

“Did you get hurt at all?”

“No, none of them were able to touch me. We made it out to the jungle just fine. Wiress was still stable so she was guiding us to water for a while.”

“There’s no water in the jungle.” Finnick tells her.

“I figured that out after a while, but it shut them up so I went with it.” She admits. “Do you have any?”

“We can get water.” You tell her, wiping her eyes free of the salt. “And Finnick can get more shellfish, right?”

Finnick nods, “I can start, give you guys some privacy.”

“That would be nice, Finnick. Thank you.” You nod.

He wades away, you turn your attention to Johanna, who’s opened her eyes. You get to her level in the water, a smile on your face. She shakes her head, “Are you okay?”

“Besides some scabs and cuts, I’m fine. I’ve been worse.”

“Good.” She murmurs. “I was worried about you, but I saw that you were with Finnick and Mags, so I knew you’d be okay.”

“He’s got my back.” You agree. “I almost didn’t go with them. I had to tell him if he thought we wouldn’t see each other again, that I’d go back to the Cornucopia.”

“I’ll always find you, babe.” She tells you. “I will always get back to you.”

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msmk11 · 9 months ago

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lowkey makes me sad sometimes because I feel like all the female fictional characters I love get wayyyy less love, recognition, fics/fanart than their male counterparts and it sucks!!

I’m victim of it too sometimes but like where is more love for the marauders girlies? Lucy Gray Baird? Johanna Mason? They’re all so iconic and all these fandoms don’t talk about it enough!!

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targaryenluvs · 1 year ago

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— HUNGER GAMES

a/n: look at my cute lil smiley fin 😭 god i love hunger games so much you don’t understand it’s my comfort movies and finn is my comfort character ❤️

RED MARKED STORIES HAVE DARK THEMES. READ WARNINGS PLEASE.

FINNICK ODAIR

— want and desire (req) dark themes

— summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but apparently your fate had been signed, as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him, no matter how hard you tried.

— spring cleaning (blurb req)

— summary: finnick finally decides to clean out the garage with your help after you asking him forever.

— victors spoils

— summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

— lonely waters

— summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water won’t save you.. silly girl, don’t you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.

— my people ft annie cresta

— summary: you’d been hired to help keep annie’s home clean and to keep her company. what you didn’t expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesn’t want to let either of you go. but you’ve found your people, and you couldn’t be happier.

— miss officer

— summary: you’re tasked with training finnick odair for war and to fight in the captiol. only problem? he’s completely enamoured with you.

— breakups and makeups

— summary: you and finnick used to date, but it took a nasty turn when you heard rumours of his dalliances. but now the two of you reunite apart of the same alliance. will you make up or break up? again?

— damage control & lifeline (anon blurb)

— summary: finnick and his mentor getting into a fake relationship for damage control after peeta and katniss’ stunt at the 74th games + finnick saving his stylist from execution by proposing marriage.

— unrequited (anon blurb, implied smut)

— summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

— oh baby! (smut)

— summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

— capitol girl (req blurb)

— summary: finnick loves his favourite victor.

— love you best part two (req, smut)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t exactly like you around other men without him.

CORIOLANUS SNOW

— trapped

— summary: after the 10th hunger games, coriolanus set his sights on a girl from his younger years to be his wife. disgusted by his actions and scared by the rumours your family agreed. as you realise he wasn’t the same boy from before, snow finds himself intrigued, especially when you seem to be visiting a friends house too often.

— delicate*

— summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

— ravage delicate pt 2

— summary: he’d won the election, much to your elation. now you’d have to navigate the fame, fortune and status as the first lady of panem. but coriolanus just wanted you all to himself, and he’d do anything to scare you into his arms.

— safe and sound ft lucy gray baird

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— worth it

summary: coriolanus made the mistake of protecting lucy gray during the bombing, rather than you.

— runaway

summary: you’d always considered coriolanus to be a friend of yours. family even. but after sejanus’s death you find him to be off. he’s keeping something from your family and you’ve run out of time to get as far away as you can.

— our little dove ft lucy gray baird

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— late to the party

— summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, your managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?

— brown jewel (req)

— summary: he was a lifeline and you’d grabbed on in hopes to avoid the reaping, but you were coriolanus’ obsession and he was not going to let you go.

— temper tantrum (req)

— summary: you were the daughter of one of the richest couples of panem. everything you’ve ever wanted, handed to you. coriolanus had a short temper and you were stubborn. who knows what could happen?

— mr president (req)

— summary: mr president seems to be especially enamoured with his favourite maid, you.

— all grown up (smut)

— summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

— charity (req)

— summary: president snow was praised for his love and devotion to his wife, a cripple. if only they knew how you’d ended up that way.

— love you best (req, smut, read as coryo or finnick)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t like you around other men without him.

PEETA MELLARK

— sweet like sugar (blurb req)

— summary: peeta teaches you how to bake since you’re nowhere near as good as you thought, not that you’d admit it.

—paranoia (dark req)

— summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.

SEJANUS PLINTH

— coming soon!

LUCY GRAY BAIRD

— safe and sound ft coriolanus snow

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— destined

— summary: you and lucy enjoy time together at the lake.

—our little dove ft coriolanus snow

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

KATNISS EVERDEEN

— coming soon!

JOHANNA MASON

— underestimate (blurb req)

— summary: johanna learns not to underestimate you.

ANNIE CRESTA

— my people ft finnick odair

TRIBUTE!READER

— coming soon!

(in general, no ship just the reader in the arena, with katniss n peeta etc)

#hunger games x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #katniss everdeen #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #dark!lucy gray baird x reader #dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x reader #johanna mason x reader #dark!finnick odair x reader

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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year ago

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Jabberjays | Johanna Mason

Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (District4!Finnick's sister!reader)

Summary: During the attack of the Jabberjays Katniss is introduced to a whole different Johanna.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the quarter quell, jabberjays, panic, screaming, weapons, you know typical hunger games stuff, also this is more like a short blurb but yeah, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I always wanted to write something about the Jabberjay attack so I absolutely loved the request! Also I made the reader Finnick's sister, I hope that's okay. Hope you enjoy!!

Request -> hi! i have a request for johanna!! could u do one where fem!reader and her are in a relationship that’s not secret just private (like only finnick knows) but something happens in the arena where johanna gets worried about r & finnick and katniss have a talk like johanna and katniss did in the movie abt annie? sry if that was too long or didn’t make sense! ty <33

Johanna just went into the thick forest to get some water with the spile that Haymitch send them so that they don't die of dehydration. She was regretting it now.

Katniss, Peeta, Beetee, your brother Finnick and you were on the beach. You were sitting with Katniss on the dry sand as you anxiously waited for Johanna to return from the forest as you stated at the hole in the sand that Johanna's ax made.

Thankfully, you thought to yourself, she took it with her.

Everything was relatively peaceful, too peaceful even. You didn't like it one bit. Something was coming. The game makers wouldn't allow the things to be so peaceful for so long. You were soon proven right as you heard the ear piercing scream that only seemed to shake through you.

"Johanna!" Your voice screamed back, every bit of common sense leaving you as you bolted towards the sound of Johanna's bloody-like screams.

You left your knives on the beach, along with the rest of your team that were screaming your name, confused from your actions as they tried to keep up with you. You were in a vulnerable place as you waved your hands around, trying to keep the thick leaves, that were swang down blocking your vision, away from your face as you ran still screaming Johanna's name as much as she screamed yours.

"Johanna!" You shouted as you reached the center of the forest where Johanna's screams were.

You were moving around in the circle, trying to determine where exactly her voice was coming from. After a while it hit you as you realized that her screams were coming from above. High in the trees. Then you saw the jabberjays flopping their little wings in the air, swaying the leaves of the trees and you knew that you fell right in the Capitol's trap.

"Y/N!" Finnick's muffled voice came towards you and you quickly turned towards him. Katniss, Beetee and Peeta were there with him, looking extremely concerned.

But why were they not coming closer?

The painful sounds of Johanna's screaming was messing with your head, panick gripping onto each and every fragment of your mind and body.

Why were they not coming over? Why aren't they helping? Why are they just standing there?!

Your felt your arms moving up, your hands gripping your head to try and kill the ever racing thoughts and the continuous mocking of the jabberjays. Then, as your eyes frantically searched the area, you spotted Johanna. Her eyes full of concern only reserved for her close friends and her love.

Then, the next thing that happened just confused you even more. Finnick grabbed her arm quickly, stopping her as she moved forward towards you, ax in her hand. She twisted her arm, releasing her arm from Finnick's grip as she yelled at him while he talked to her about something that you didn't hear. Her expression changed from concerned to utterly horrified.

"Y/N!" You heard Johanna's muffled, concerned voice mixing with the imitation of the screaming that the jabberjays provided.

You didn't think, the constant screaming was too much. You ran towards her, but came to a stop when your body hit something invisible. The force field. You started banging your hands against the force field trying to ignore the looks of pity and concern from your lover, brother and allies. You didn't want to except this.

The screaming intensified as the birds got closer to you, and you found yourself sliding onto the ground, screaming bloody murder just so you could tone down the sound of Johanna's and Finnick's torturous screams. Johanna was taping on the force field shouting at you something that you didn't understand.

That's how Johanna found herself banging her ax forcefully against the force field, trying to break it. Finnick next to her, hitting the force field with his trident, his eyes full of concern as he watched his baby sister's torture.

The new hour began and Katniss watched the scene in front of her not believing the state that Johanna was in. The hurried movements with her ax, the horrified expression on her face, her eyes full of concern. She cared about someone here. She actually, genuinely, cared about someone here.

"Y/N!" Johanna's voice reached your ears, tearing through the ringing in them as you swayed back and forth on the ground. "The hour is up! You okay! It's over! I'm here!"

After you finally came to your senses enough to look at her, you immediately wrapped your arms around her as tightly as you possibly could, not letting go.

"Johanna," You gasped through neverending sobs as your body shook against hers. "You're all right."

"We're both alright." She answered you with the softest voice Katniss ever heard.

Later on you all gathered at the beach once again. Peeta and Beetee went of a bit further away on the beach, looking for some food. Johanna and you settled down on the edge of the beach away from the rest of the team, but still in their eyesight, and finally Katniss and Finnick sat down, learning against the trees.

"Are they together?" Katniss asked Finnick, breaking the silence. "Johanna and Y/N?"

"Yes." Finnick answered immediately, his sea-green eyes snapped to look at her gray ones. "They didn't really keep it a secret, it was private. Only Mags, Annie, Haymitch and I knew really. They wanted to keep it in the close circle of friends."

"I've never seen Johanna act like that before," Katniss quietly murmured as she processed this new information that Finnick told her. "It was quite terrifying."

"Yeah, well," Finnick couldn't help himself as he chuckled playfully at her confession. "Johanna loves her so much. It is terrifying, honestly." He, however, continued on a more serious note. "Y/N won her games a year before Johanna. She helped her when she was going through tough times after she went out of the arena. Johanna lost her family. Y/N is the only thing that she lives for, now. She said it herself when I gave her, correction," Finnick held his finger up in the air, noting that he expressed himself wrongly. "Tried, key word tried, to give her I'm-her-older-protective-brother-so-you-better-not-hurt-her speach."

"And how did that turn out?" Katniss couldn't help but to ask, given how Johanna was she knew that his answer was going to be good.

"Oh, she smacked me across the head." Finnick smiled and Katniss found herself laughing at his answer just like she expected to.

Finnick and Katniss gazed to the couple that was still knee deep in the water, arms wrapped around each other as you sat in between Johanna's legs, your back leaning against her front.

"I'm glad that they have each other," Katniss spoke her thoughts out loud. "Even though they are so different they just seem to fit so well with one another."

"Definitely."

"What the hell are you two gossiping about?" Johanna called out causing you to giggle softly as you spoke.

"Yeah! And why the hell didn't you invite us?!"

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