#just as Katniss didn’t much care for 13

[coryosmin]

reunited - finnick odair x reader

a one shot based off of this ask. reader is saved from the capitol and brought to district 13. she gets discharged from the hospital wing and is finally able to spend time with finnick.

warnings: MDNI mentions of mental health issues, trauma, mentions of starvation, female reader, smut, oral (f receiving)fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, this is honestly rushed so if it sucks I apologize lol

word count: 2,000 words

Finnick was distraught without you, to say the least. After you had been taken out of the arena by the Capitol, he taken by District 13, he didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to feel. He was lost. As though nothing had any meaning to him any longer. He wished you were dead. He wished he was dead. He wished everyone was dead because it would mean that no one would be suffering and therefore, nothing could go wrong.

Day in and day out, tying knots in a rope to ground himself so he didn’t get lost in his thoughts. Wake up, eat breakfast at the assigned time, space out, eat lunch, space out, eat dinner, space out, go to bed, and wake up in the morning. Repeat the process.

His only small sliver of hope was being gifted a trident to start practicing with. Just something to take his mind off of the horrors that you were likely going through. That was until he was asked to speak to Katniss’s PR team, to get filmed and broadcasted to all of Panem in the hopes that they rescue Peeta, Johanna, and you from the Capitol. And Finnick was more than ready to do so.

And when news came that you had been rescued and that the mission was a success, Finnick ran to the hospital wing, calling your name. “Y/N!” he shouted, busting through the doors.

And then came the shout of your voice. “Finnick!”

He looked over to you, seeing you on the hospital bed. You didn’t care for any of your injuries, tearing the tubes out of your skin to run up to Finnick. And he engulfed you in his arms, holding you closely as you wrapped your arms around him. Nothing mattered more to either of you than that you were together. No matter what happened, everything would be okay because Finnick finally had you.

A weight had been lifted off of Finnick’s shoulders as he realized that you were okay and now you were safe. He looked you up and down. You were thin, due to being starved by the Capitol, you had bruises all over your face, and you overall just looked worn out. But even so, Finnick thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

Eventually, he had to let go of you and leave. It was time for bed within District 13 and you needed to be attended to. So Finnick had reluctantly left you alone with the doctors and nurses. He had gone back to his room that night and cried happy tears, grateful that you were alive.

After that initial visit, however, you weren’t allowed visitors for a while. Apparently, the Capitol had really messed up with not only your physical health but also your mental health and being locked up in a bunker reminded you of being locked in the cell in the Capitol. Therefore, you needed time to adjust.

It took about two weeks before you could have visitors. And after that, Finnick visited you every night and talked to you about anything and everything. And it helped you so much. So much so that you were able to be released within a week, your injuries fully healed and a healthy amount of weight put back onto you. And you were allowed to share your room with Finnick.

When you and Finnick had gone to your shared room that night, nothing stopped Finnick from just grabbing your face and kissing you. And you of course kissed him back. The kiss was desperate and hungry, as though you both worried that if you stopped the other would just wither away into nothingness and you would be left alone once more. Finnick’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, not enough to hurt you but enough to be firm and secure you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you.

Finnick pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “I missed you so much,” He murmured, his voice cracking. “I was so lost without you, baby.” His green eyes had turned glossy, signaling the emotions he was feeling.

You felt yourself tearing up as well, bringing a hand to caress his cheek. “I missed you so much too, Finnick,” You sniffled. “The thought of ever seeing you again was the only reason I got through everything the Capitol put me through.”

And so Finnick kissed you again. His lips were soft against yours, kissing you slowly this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan at the feeling as you parted your lips. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it. One of your hands went to Finnick’s hair, gently entangling your fingers in it while the other was wrapped around his neck.

Finnick’s hands were roaming your body, feeling you through the jumpsuit provided by District 13. He brought his hand up to the zipper. He was about to tug it down but decided to ask you first. He pulled away from the kiss. “Need you, baby,” he murmured. “Is that okay?”

You nodded your head. “I need you too, Finnick,” you murmured back, going back to kissing his lips. Finnick immediately kissed you back, tugging the zipper down on your jumpsuit and taking it off of you. You helped by kicking it to the side. You did the same to Finnick, unzipping his jumpsuit and taking it off of him.

Finnick gently pushed you to the bed, sitting you down at the edge of the bed. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, taking it off of you and throwing it to the side. He pulled away from the kiss to look you up and down. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, kneeling in front of you. “Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?”

You bit your lip, nodding your head at your wonderful boyfriend. Your cheeks were red as you looked at him. Finnick gave you a small smile, gently spreading your legs. He grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling them down. “If you want to stop at any point, my love, please tell me.”

You gave him a small smile. “I want this, Finnick,” you replied, caressing his face. “I need this.”

Finnick smiled up at you, taking your panties off the rest of the way and tossing them aside. He grabbed one of your legs, kissing you from your ankle and working his way up to your inner thigh. And when Finnick got to your pussy, he sighed in contentment as he placed a kiss onto your pussy lips. You bit your lip, spreading your legs further for him. Finnick gave you a smirk before bringing his tongue out, licking the slit of your cunt before tonguing your clit.

You let out a small moan, a hand moving to entangle in Finnick’s hair while the other gripped the sheets of the bed. Finnick let out a soft moan, sucking on your clit. You closed your eyes in pleasure, throwing your head back. Finnick continued to suck and tongue your clit, bringing a finger up to your hole and inserting it slowly. You let out another soft moan. “Oh fuck.”

Finnick moved his finger slowly inside of you, thrusting it in and out at the same time as he sucked your clit. He missed your pussy so much. You always tasted so divine and delicious. He just adored you with all his heart. Finnick added another finger, curling both of his digits inside of you. You let out a loud moan, gripping Finnick’s hair. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, clenching around his digits.

Finnick pulled away from your clit to look at you, keeping his fingers inside of you as he thrusted them faster inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “That’s it, baby,” he said, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful. Your skin was flushed, you were blushing, your back was arched slightly. Finnick absolutely adored you. “Gonna cum on my fingers?”

You whined, nodding your head. Finnick smiled before going back to sucking your clit, making you buck your hips against his face. “So close, Finnick,” you whined, feeling yourself come undone. And with a few more thrusts, your thighs clenched together and shook as you came hard around his digits. “Oh my god!” You moaned out.

And when you came down from your high, Finnick removed his fingers from you. He pulled away, licking his lips as he stood up. His cock was painfully hard in his boxers. He palmed himself, looking at you. You opened your eyes, looking up at Finnick and breathing heavily. He smiled at you. “Do you want to continue?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Please, Finnick,” you replied. “Need your cock inside me.”

And that’s all Finnick needed to pull his boxers down and throw them aside. “Lay down, baby,” he said, stroking himself slowly. You obliged, laying your head down on the pillow. Finnick crawled on top of you, holding himself up with one arm as his other guided his cock to your entrance. And without any hesitation, he eased himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison. You wrapped your arms around his torso, holding Finnick close as he eased his cock inside of you. You both looked into each other’s eyes, not needing any words to be spoken. His green orbs looked into your beautiful e/c ones, making you smile softly at him. Though your smile quickly contorted into a face of pleasure as Finnick began thrusting his hips slowly.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Finnick whispered shakily, leaning on his forearms as he moved his hips.

“You’re so big,” you whispered back, moaning softly. “Needed you so bad.”

“I needed you too, baby,” Finnick replied, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You kissed Finnick back. He continued his slow pace inside of you, thrusting his hips as the two of you relished in one another’s touch. Being able to be with you after having you gone for so long wore Finnick down a lot. And he just needed you desperately. Not just physically but mentally too. And soon, Finnick was quickening his pace and angling his hips to hit that spongy spot inside of you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling.

You pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back in pleasure as Finnick thrusted into you. He began kissing your neck. “I missed you so much,” he practically whined in your ear.

“I missed you too, Finnick,” you whined back, gasping when Finnick kissed your sweet spot.

“I love you,” he moaned out, moving his hips faster.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned, arching your back as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. “I love you too!”

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” Finnick asked. “You’re clenching around me so good. Please cum for me,” he moaned, burying his head in your neck.

And so you came around Finnick’s cock, whining and moaning as you did so. And soon Finnick followed shortly after.

Finally, the two of you were reunited at last.

[ilguna]

Could I please get #1 from the 2nd list with finnick? Maybe it could be him leaving his SO in 13 while he goes to the capitol but this time he lives?

☼ broken promise (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, ehh gore, gun use.

wc; 2.6k

prompt; 1. "Just close your eyes. I will be here when you open them again."

—

A scream lodges in your throat, waking you, rocketing you into an upright position so that you can breathe. With one hand, you grab your throat, gasping for the air that’s been deprived of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. The other is reaching out to his side of the bed to make sure that he’s still there, that he hasn’t left you like the nightmare led you to believe.

Your fingers come into contact with his thigh, you slide your hand over his skin, fingers slowly digging in. You close your eyes, and try to remind yourself that it wasn’t real, and Finnick’s not going to slip through your fingers. He’s here, he’s right next to you.

“(Y/n)?” 

You look over at Finnick, finding his eyes on you. His head is turned over his shoulder, one eye closed and the other one barely open to keep himself awake. You loosen your grip on his leg, most likely the cause of his wake.

“Sorry, Finn.” You murmur.

“What’s the matter?” He mumbles, beginning to roll over to face you.

“I’m fine.” You brush his hair out of his face. It’s getting long, he hasn’t cut it since the reaping. 

“You’re not.” He says, voice raspy but sounding more awake. He grabs your arm, tugging at it slightly. “Come here.”

“It was just a nightmare, Finnick.” You tell him. 

“I don’t care.” He says, pulling again. 

You sigh, but scoot down in the bed, anyway. Finnick lifts the blanket up, arms out to make it easier for you to lay in them. He’s got his eyes closed, waiting for you. As soon as you’re as close as humanly possible, he drops the blanket and pulls you closer, chin on top of your head.

He’s warm, the exhaustion returns to your body slowly. It’s one of the curses of sleeping in the same bed as him. There will be times where he’s tired and needs a nap, but you’re fully rested. He’ll force you to cuddle him, and the next thing you know, the whole day has been wasted away because his body heat has made you drowsy.

However, this time, it’s different. It doesn’t take long for you to get to the brink of sleep, yet you never fall over the edge fully. Each time Finnick adjusts, you’re jolted awake. There’s something keeping you from reaching bliss, and you know exactly what it is.

How are you supposed to sleep when you’re afraid that Finnick’s going to join that stupid Capitol mission? You heard him talking about it with Haymitch a few days ago, and when you asked about it, Finnick told you that it was nothing to worry about. Except, you’re not that stupid. 

You might have been caught up in your own problems here in District Thirteen, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t noticed his schedule changed a couple weeks ago. He’s not where he’s supposed to be during the day. You did a little prying, some sneaking around, collected the clues and had it put together by his own best friend.

Johanna admitted to you that they had been training the entire time. They found out about a rebel mission to storm the Capitol and seize President Snow’s mansion. It turns out that Finnick isn’t the only one that has been getting ready for this. Katniss, Johanna and Gale have been, too.

Only, Johanna can’t go because she failed the final test. Finnick passed.

You didn’t know how to react to the information she told you, besides standing there and staring into her eyes. She knows how much Finnick means to you—what the two of you have been through to get to this point. She didn’t think, throughout all these weeks, that it might’ve been smart to give you a head’s up that your fiance would be leaving on a suicide mission?

Is he ever going to tell you, himself?

Johanna knew you were mad, and she didn’t have any defense. She simply told you that she had advised Finnick to let you in on it, but the conversation never went on any further than that. Since then, you’ve been waiting for him to tell you. Especially since the hovercraft should be leaving any day now.

“You’re not sleeping.” Finnick suddenly mutters, you jerk slightly at the sound of his voice. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, my love?”

You press your lips together. “Promise me you’re not going to leave me, Finnick.”

“What makes you think that I’d leave you?” He asks, pulling you closer into his body. “I would never want that.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You whisper. “I want you to promise that you’re not going to leave this bunker to go on that mission, Finnick. And then I want you to keep it.”

“I promise I’m not going to go on the mission.” He says without hesitating. You can feel his fingers combing through your hair. “Just close your eyes, baby. I will be here when you open them again.”

The heavy feeling in your chest keeps you from believing him.

–

You cross your arms over your chest, teeth tightly grit together to keep from saying anything that might get you in trouble. Although, no words need to be said. The hard glare you’re giving Haymitch speaks a thousand words.

“Oh, (Y/n), what a pleasure.” Plutarch says, coming through an adjacent door. Behind him is President Coin, hair neatly straightened, eyes landing on you when Plutarch moves out of the way. “How are you?”

You give him a sarcastic smile. “The pleasure is all mine, Plutarch, really. It’s always fantastic to be around you. You simply have the best and most charming personality in this entire cement coffin, you know that?” 

“(Y/n).” Haymitch warns.

“And I’m doing great, actually. I would be doing better if someone explained to me why the hell my fiance was allowed to get on a hovercraft to District Two.” 

“I don’t believe you have clearance to be in here.” Coin says, coming down the steps.

“I should.” You tell her. “I don’t see a reason why you’d want to keep me out of here. Oh right, how else would you then go behind my back after everything I’ve done for you?”

“Who let you in this room?” Coin asks.

“I did.” Haymitch says. “She’s got a point. Why was Finnick allowed to train and she wasn’t?”

“That’s because Katniss and Johanna found out about the program we have, and then told Finnick about it. We didn’t have anything to do with him joining.” Coin stops a few feet away from you. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Miss (L/n).”

“And it didn’t occur to you once to let me in on something like that?” You ask her, not moving from where your feet are planted.

“If it helps any, Peeta wasn’t allowed to, either.” Plutarch says.

You press your lips together into an angry smile. “No, that doesn’t help.”

“We can’t do anything for you.” Coin has her hand outstretched toward the door.

Your jaw goes slack. “Is that right?” She doesn’t say anything. “Get Finnick Odair on the next hovercraft back here, now.”

“That’s not possible, (Y/n), and there’s no need to.” Plutarch tells you. “Finnick is part of a group called the Star Squad. They’ve already traveled to the main camp outside of the Capitol, it’ll take a full day for him to get back to District Two. Their jobs aren’t to fight, though, they’ll be traveling behind the main rebel lines. They won’t be put into any direct danger.”

“You better hope not.” You tell Plutarch. “If anything happens to him, I’ll make sure it haunts you for the rest of your fucking life.”

—

“Let me see!” You shout, slamming through the Command room’s doors. “I want to see it for myself!”

Several heads swivel in your direction, daring to remove their eyes from the screen in front of them to see who’s intruding. When they’re met with you, they look away, uninterested.

No one makes a move to escort you out of the room, despite the fact that Coin made it very clear that you weren’t going to be allowed into Command ever again. The doors swing shut behind you, locking you inside.

You drag your feet forward a couple of steps, watching a replay of what’s just taken place in the Capitol. It’s a video of the Star Squad, the group that you were told wouldn’t be put into any danger. There’s a voiceover from the Capitol, explaining to you what’s happening.

They had been trying to film a propo, when they set off a bomb in the middle of the colorful apartment’s courtyard. It blows off the squad leader’s legs, and you watch as they all scramble to regroup, and descend into chaos when black gel shoots from the street.

They make a run for it, trying to get into an apartment before the oil gets to them. A previously level-headed Peeta turns rabid, trying to kill Katniss. One of the trained squad members tries to save her, and in return, he gets kicked into another pod, where barbed wire strings him up above the street.

From there, it takes two people to get a hold of Peeta, where they drag him inside. You catch sight of Finnick, carrying someone over his shoulder, alive. Then, everyone else files in, except for Gale, who tries to shoot the soldier down from the wire. This is the last glimpse you get of the situation, before the camera goes black.

The Capitol reporter is able to identify Gale, Finnick, Peeta, Cressida, Katniss and a man named Boggs, by first name.

You watch in horror as the next clip begins to play. Peacekeepers line up on the roof of the building across from the one the squad ran into. Bombs are launched into the row of apartments, setting off a chain of explosions, and then the building collapses in on itself.

You can feel your heart drop.

It cuts away to a reporter, standing on the same roof the Peacekeepers were. Behind her, the apartment building is aflame. The firefighters work hard to control the flames. The reporter pronounces each person that was inside of that building, dead.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, hand clutching at your chest, beginning to hyperventilate.

They play this scene over and over, proud of their victory. The only time they stop is when a montage of Katniss begins. They talk of her rise to rebel power, and then proceed to tear her down, claiming that she deserved such a violent end.

The room begins to spin around you, an icy feeling spreads from your head down your chest and back, reaching for your legs. You try to hold back the tears that build in your eyes, but once the first one falls, it’s over. A loud sob escapes you as you take a step forward toward the screen.

You quickly change direction, stumbling to a desk with a computer and keyboard on it. You’re barely able to pull the trash can out from underneath it, before you’re vomiting up your entire breakfast and lunch. You can’t breathe. Between the hyperventilating, the tears, and the puke, you struggle to get more than a breath of air in you at a single time.

You sink to your knees, hands coming into contact with the cold cement. You cry for a few seconds, until it dissolves into a coughing fit, that has you gagging. 

He’s dead. Your fiance is dead, and it’s been less than a week since he left for the Capitol.

The doors to Command open behind you. The sounds of boots scuffing on the ground is hardly audible over your sniffling. You tilt your head back, letting the tears roll down your chin, to your neck. 

“(Y/n).” Someone says, coming to crouch next to you. A hand is placed on your back, between your shoulders, rubbing gently. You think it’s Haymitch. “You have to get out before Coin gets here.”

“I don’t care.” You whimper, “Let her. It doesn’t matter anymore. None of it matters to me without him.”

—

Finnick survived. 

He’s in the Capitol, waiting for your hovercraft to land so that he can be the first person you see when you step off. From what you’ve heard, he’s not even significantly hurt from his time navigating the streets and the sewers. 

When they had first told you that he wasn’t dead and he’d successfully made it to the mansion alongside Katniss, about twelve hours ago, you thought they were playing a cruel joke on you. It wasn’t until they pulled up pictures of him in the aftermath, helping navigate the wounded around him, did you believe them. 

There was no question about it, Coin didn’t even bother to put up a fight against you. You, Johanna and Haymitch were put on the first hovercraft that would be traveling to the Capitol. And you haven’t been able to sit still in your seat the entire time. It’s driven Johanna crazy enough to have Haymitch switch seats with her.

You reach for your engagement ring, twisting it on your finger. You should be landing any minute now. It’s only been a week or so since Finnick left you in Thirteen, but it’s felt like months. You went from having him, to losing him, and getting him back only a couple days later.

The hovercraft jerks suddenly as you land. Your fingers fly to the belt they advised for you to have on during the landing. You pull it off, getting to your feet. The pilots shout for you to stay back while they open the rear door. Nothing happens for the longest second, and then the door begins to creak and groan, sunlight flooding in through the cracks.

You start forward, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. When it’s about halfway down, you’re able to get your first glimpse of the hovercraft runway, and the people coming toward you. His bronze hair is shining in the sunlight, and he’s changed into street clothes, instead of wearing the bulky armor that he’d been pictured in.

The second the door touches the concrete, and the pilots tell you it’s safe to leave, you’re out the door and running in his direction. The people he’s with move away, expecting a large impact, while Finnick opens his arms widely, ready to embrace everything you have for him.

You slam into his body, feeling his arms wrap around you, pulling you against him so tightly, that you’re sure you’ll become one person. Finnick presses kisses on your forehead, temple, cheek, neck—anywhere he can touch skin. When you tilt your head back, he seizes your lips in a long kiss, that you have to force yourself to break apart from.

His face twists, eyebrows drawn in, about to ask you why you’ve pulled away like that, but you’ve already grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt, beginning to shake him. He grabs your arms, eyes widening.

“If you ever do that to me again, Finnick, I’ll leave you!” You shout at him, jerking his shoulders. “Do you understand? I will leave and never come back!” 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n).” Finnick says, holding onto you. “I’m so—”

“How could you do that to me?” You sob, “You could’ve died!”

“I know.” He tells you, “It won’t happen again, honey. I promise you. And I’m going to keep it this time.”

You cup his face, pressing your lips to his. 

[sincere1ystar]

Almost

you two almost have it all but then life changes its plans (reader sort of takes the role of annie in this)

warnings: typical character death angst

You have always known as the victor who went “mad”. Walking through district 13 you often hears whispers of pity from everyone saying how deranged you seem to be. Well everyone except Finnick.

Finnick who sees you for who you are, not as some person who went mad because of the games. Finnick who made the effort to comfort you through your nightmares even though he had his own. Finnick who whispered sweet nothings into your ears until you fell asleep.

On days where you’re constantly plaqued by nightmares of the games, Finnick never leaves your side. Katniss and the others notices how Finnick is the only one who can snap you out of your terrors. He takes you to the beach hoping that the sound of the waves will calm you down and when it doesn’t he comforts you through his love.

When Finnick goes off on that mission before you guys could start your honeymoon, you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. You feel like something is wrong.. no you know something is wrong. But this isn’t the first time you are like this so Finnick reassures you the best he can.

Finnick feels strongly. When your heart hurts, his hurts along with her. When uou feels upset about the past, he can’t help but mirror your emotions. And now when you are pleading and begging for him to stay, he can’t help but want to plead along with you.

When you notice Katniss, Peeta, and the others come back from the mission your heart swells when you realize that means your love is back. Finally back and you’ll never have to leave the warm embrace of his arms ever again. Suddenly all the suffering and endless nights of screams and sobs are worth it, that is until you don’t see Finnick in the crowd.

You notices how everyone is looking at you with… pity? sympathy? You don’t care much because you need to find Finnick, it’s as if you’re a fish desperate to be in the water again.

When you don’t find him you can’t help but think the worse. “No no no you’re just overthinking just like how Finnick always says you do”, you think to yourself, “Soon enough you’ll be in his arms again and you both will laugh about how silly you were when he was alive and healthy the whole time.”

Your bubble of delusion is broken by Katniss, whose words are wary and cautious.

“Hey”-,Katniss attempts to start before you interrupts her.

“Katniss!! Thank god now someone can tell me where Finnick is? Where is he? Where’s Finnick? He’s alright isn’t he? Where is he I want to see him. No I need to see him!!”, you cry out frantically before you give Katniss a chance to finish.

Just then a few other circle Katniss as a sign of some sort of support as she starts to say, “Finnick’s not… He’s not.. He didn’t… make it”.

Just then your world goes quiet. You are surrounded by others giving you their condolences trying to comfort you, but it all goes in one ear and out the other.

Sometimes it feels like you can’t breathe. “It’s like the first time Finnick taught me how to swim and I almost drowned”, you think. Other times you hopelessly cry and cry for hours. “It’s like when I wake up sobbing and screaming from my nightsmres and Finnick’s right there to hold me”, you think. And sometimes you’re just plain out angry as you let the rage take over your mind because you can’t help but just be angry. Angry at the fact that you’ve lost him right before you both almost had it all. “It’s like when I get angry about what the games did to all of us and Finnicks there to help me work through it”, you think. No matter what emotion you feel, you always link Finnick to it.

You have always been surrounded by grief, but you never really knew the strange things it makes you do. You don’t throw out the rope Finnick was tying the last time you saw him, you won’t throw out the half full water bottle he last drank from, and you refuses to clean out any of his things.

Grief also brings you jealousy. When you see Katniss and Peeta finally get their happy ending, you can’t help but mourn what you could have had with Finnick. Of course you’re happy for the couple, who wouldn’t be? But sometimes you find yourself drowning in envy when you see the two of them together. You have that same look in your eye, the same look Katniss had at your wedding with Finnick when Peeta was hijacked. Life’s funny like that, you think.

[friendship-ditch]

Katniss x reader where r is coins daughter?

Anywhere

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Being the daughter of President Coin herself, you have a bit more freedom than others to do what you want. And after meeting District 13's newcomer, Katniss Everdeen, you use that freedom to make her feel at home.

Warnings/Notes: None! Also, I loved this request, thanks for sending it!

Word Count: 3240

  “Then you should’ve saved Peeta.”

  You heard the unfamiliar, angry voice from far down the hall, echoing off the metallic walls.  It was cut off by someone else speaking, and then the sound of a door slamming open.

  Right when you reached the end of the hall, you collided with her.

  She smacked into you and then jumped back, clearly just as startled as you were.  She wasn’t from around here, that was for sure.  

  Her District 13 attire was new and hung loosely from her thin, underfed body.  Her dark hair was borderline out of control and she had this distinct smell of forests and nature that you’d never known below ground. 

  She stared at you through eyes that were a grayish blue, teary, and hollow in a way, then she stalked off in the direction of the elevator.  Boggs hurried out of the room on her trail seconds afterward.

  Once they’d both disappeared down the hallway, you waited a moment and then stepped into the meeting room.  

  You saw Beetee off to the side, thinking over his own problems in his intelligent mind, and on the other side of the table were the man you’d come to know as Plutarch, and President Coin, who you would usually just call ‘Mom.’

  “Who was that?”  You asked, casting a side glance to the doorway and reimagining that girl.  

  “That–that was Katniss Everdeen.”  Plutarch responded as he stood up.  “Our Mockingjay.”

  “She is not fit to be the Mockingjay,” snapped Coin as she turned in her chair to face you.  She gave you a soft smile that didn’t meet her eyes and then looked over her shoulder at Plutarch.  “That girl is broken.  She does not feel at home here.  She has nobody.  She’s been destroyed by the games.”

  You watched the two converse quietly.  This had happened a lot in the past few days, you hadn’t seen this much activity down here in ages.  Your mother, of course, denied letting you help, but Plutarch seemed to notice your willingness as he suddenly looked at you.

  “Then let's make her feel at home.”  He said, meeting your eyes with a smile.  “Y/n?”

  You blinked in surprise.  “You want me to be her friend?”

  “No.”  Coin interrupted before any sort of plan could be made.  “Y/n, I appreciate your willingness to help, but it’s not necessary.  Katniss Everdeen, as brave as she may have been before, is a fire burnt out.  We will find somebody capable to take the job.”

  You scowled.  

  There were two sides to your mother; the kind, caring and gentle one that you’d come to know best as had the District, and the super controlling one that grew bitter when things spiraled in a direction that was not hers.  You were the only thing that could roam wild without much more than a sigh, and you used that to your advantage, often.

  “She’s my age.”  You sat on the edge of the table.  “I could be her friend, then maybe she’d trust us more.”  You’d heard of Katniss, heard of what she’d done, and seen her multiple times on the TV, you just couldn’t recognize her now.  But now that the idea was in your head… you wanted to get to know her.  “You can’t just give up on her.”

  “Your daughter is right, Madam President.”  Plutarch flashed you a quick smile.  “Katniss has built too many walls and her fire has no oxygen, we just need somebody to break them down, then we can reignite her.”

  You silently rolled your eyes at the amount of analogies being used but turned to your mother with insistent eyes, silently begging her to agree.  You could use a new friend, and it sure looked like Katniss could too.

  Coin looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes, and then she heaved that heavy sigh that usually meant she had no choice but to agree.  

  “Okay.”  She said slowly, reaching to grab your hand.  “You’ll only have a few days, at least to convince her to work with us.  We’re running out of time.”

  “Don’t worry about it.”  You assured her with a big grin.  “How hard could it be?”

  Coin just squeezed your hand and nodded with a tentative expression.

  You found out a few hours later that it was much harder than you thought, even just to find this Katniss.  She was elusive, as if she didn’t exist at all.  

  You eventually resorted to finding Primrose, her sister, who told you where she’d be: her living quarters.  She hardly ever left them unless dragged out.

  “Hello?”  You peered into the room, scanning for some sort of dark shape, a body sunken into rough gray clothing, a face hidden behind untamed hair.  When you finally saw her sitting in the corner, it was as if your heart skipped a beat.

  Katniss stared at you like a cornered stray, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed.  She didn’t speak or move, almost like a rock.

  “I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”  You stammered.  Had this been a mistake?  You were too far in to back down now.  “You’re Katniss, right?”

  The rock of a girl stared back at you.  “What does it matter?”  Her voice was grave, grumpy.  Adjusting to District 13 wasn’t very easy for anyone from the surface but she was clearly struggling harder than most.

  “I’m your…” you bit your lip, thinking of something to say, “tour guide.  Yeah, your tour guide, of District 13.  Formally sent by President Coin herself.”

  The lie, as stupid as it was, seemed to intrigue her ever so slightly as she sat up a little straighter.

  “What?”

  Okay, maybe she wasn’t that accepting of the idea yet.

  “They figured that if you got to know the place a little bit better, you could maybe feel more at home here.”  You explained, finally stepping fully into the room.  “Boggs was going to do it, but they thought maybe if I, someone your age, did, you’d feel better.”

  “Nothing will make me feel better.  And nothing will make this feel like home.”  Katniss muttered with a heavy sigh.  

  She seemed to regret the bitterness of her words though as she turned to look at you once more, her tone softer.  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s alright.”  You shrugged.  Back still pressed into the wall, you took a step closer to her.  “I’d.. probably be the same way if I was in your situation.  I understand that District 13 is not the coziest place in the world, but once you get used to it, it’s not too bad.”

  “Do you ever see the sun?”  Katniss stiffly stood up as if her body really was made of rocks.

  You paused.  “I do, a lot more than the others do.”  

  Sneaking up to the surface was a forbidden practice but you’d found a way up and didn’t tell anyone else.  It’s not like your mother would care anyway, she was often too busy to inflict any punishments on you.

  “But sometimes we go up in big groups, when the weather is nice.”  You add.  “We’re not complete cave dwellers.  Of course, there are some that are scared of the surface, but it’s not taboo.”

  Katniss slowly approached you now.  She towered over you by a few inches but her stature was uneasy.  “They seem very strict down here.”

  “They are.”  You shrugged and opened the door for her.  “But, you’re special, so that doesn’t matter.”

  “Special?”  She followed you into the hallway.  “I’m not special… if anything, I'm taking up more space.”

  This drew a spurt of laughter from your lips and a surprised expression on her face.

  “You’re like a legend down here.”  You chuckled.  “Most citizens will probably ignore you, but everybody knows who you are.  And then there are people like Plutarch and my mom who you’re really important to, even if they won’t admit it.”

  “Your mom?”  Katniss seemed surprised by this.  “Who’s your mom?”

  “That’s not important.”

  She scrunched her nose.  “Come on, tell me.”  

  The banter brought a small smile to your face.  You were breaking through to her, slowly, but surely.  

  “I’ll give you a hint.  You know her.”

  “I know a lot of people.”

  “But not a lot of people down here.”

  Katniss groaned.  She followed you into the elevator and leaned into the wall.  “I hardly know anybody down here.”

  You shrugged, smirking a little at her sudden annoyance.  Once the two of you landed on the floor you wanted, you showed her the cafeteria, and then took a left down another seemingly endless hallway in this metallic maze.

  “Think through the people you do know.”

  “Are you sure I know her?”

  “Very.  She told me she met you.”  Guiding her up a staircase tucked away to the side, you showed her some of the meeting rooms and offices in the government wing.

  Katniss bit her lip and studied you, looking at your features intently and trying to piece it together.  You didn’t look like anybody…

  “One more hint.”

  “The grayest person you’ve ever seen.”

  Bingo.  Katniss stopped and stared.

  “President Coin?”

  You grinned and whirled to face her.  “No, I’m y/n Coin.”

  If Katniss’s jaw wasn’t attached to her head, it would’ve fallen off.  She stared at you for a few moments, then shook off the shock.  She’d been friends with the Mayor's daughter back home, this wasn’t any different.  But still…

  “You seem shocked.”  You observed teasingly.

  Katniss’s pale face flushed a little and she quietly followed you down the hall once more.  “Sorry.  I just.. I don’t know, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to have children.  At least… not ones around my age.”

  You laughed softly.  “Well, I’m not her..  biological daughter.  She had one that was a few years older than me, but she died a little while back in an epidemic, so did my Dad.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”  Katniss’s shock softened into sympathy.  “I couldn’t imagine losing my sister…”

  “It’s alright.  She was kind of an asshole.”  You smiled weakly.  “It hit my mother much harder than it hit me, though.” 

  Katniss solemnly nodded and the two of you walked in a gentle silence before she spoke again.  “I lost my dad too.”

  “It sucks, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”  

  The two of you exchanged a knowing glance, both silently acknowledging the quiet bond that was forming between you.  It was something both of you had been lacking for a while, but it felt good.

  Maybe she could be your friend.

  You just smiled gently at her and continued to walk.  “Well, we’re still here.”

  “Yeah…”  Katniss’s voice trailed off as she nodded once more.  She fiddled with a small black pearl as the two of you walked through the empty hall.  “Where… are we going anyway?”

  “Somewhere cool.”

  “I don’t really like surprises.”

  “You’ll like this one.”  You assured her, approaching an old door.  The lock had been busted years ago and was covered in rust.  You flashed Katniss a grin and then nudged the door open and entered.

  Inside was a huge, abandoned control room.  There were rows of platforms and forgotten machines left behind.  Half of the lights didn’t work but you’d been repairing them slowly, making them warmer, homier.

  The room looked as if it went on forever through the darkness around the edges.

  A few personal items were scattered around too, some cushions off to one side, some no-light flowers growing in some pots and some other little knick-knacks you preferred to hide rather than keep in your living quarters.  

  Katniss looked around in awe, her eyes chasing up the metal walls to the tall ceiling.  District 13 was impressive in itself, but this was even better.  This was a place that had been inhabited by humans, not the militaristic machines that roamed these halls.

  “What is this place?”  Her voice echoed through the quiet air.

  “It was an old mission control room.  The old president had most things run here, but after my mom took over, they moved closer to the center of the bunker.”  You explained, turning on a few more scattered lights you’d set around to keep out the shadows.  “But now, it’s my hideout.”

  Katniss looked at you with the warmest smile you’d seen on her cold stone face yet, and you knew you were making progress.

  The two of you spent hours in this hideout, talking, laughing, and seemingly forgetting about everything else that lay outside these walls.  It was something you’d both desperately needed and when you left, you felt like real friends.

  Even President Coin and Plutarch were surprised by the changes in Katniss.  She was still a little uneasy about being the Mockingjay, but you’d convinced her and supported her through it.

  After Katniss and her team went to District 12, you bid her goodbye and were going to work when your mother called you aside.

  She looked at you, her gray eyes studying your face as if searching for an answer to a question nobody had ever asked, until she finally spoke.

  “Katniss seems a lot happier.”

  “Yeah, she does.”  You smiled, sitting across from her.  “I’m glad she is.  She’s been through so much, and I know she misses Peeta, but–”

  “You seem happier too.”

  “I do?”

  Coin nodded, leaning towards you a little.  Her hand clasped yours gently and she tilted her head, long, perfect hair falling into her face a little.

  “I haven’t seen you this happy in ages.”  A rare smile softly spread across her lips.  “I know I haven’t been around a lot for you either, but… I haven’t seen you this happy since your father died.  It’s really nice.”   She never said his name, nor the name of your sister, the words were too painful for her, made her feel weak.  You would’ve yelled at her for that in the past but now it didn’t really matter.  You understood in a way, you couldn’t imagine losing…

  “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”  Coin finally said after a long pause.  “We don’t know how long this rebellion is going to last, how long she’s going to be here, what will happen after–”

  “What are you talking about?”  You frowned in confusion.  

  “I know you care about Katniss, a lot,” she said in a lower voice, “maybe you even love her…”

  Love her?  You hadn’t thought about it like that before…  You didn’t love Katniss, you couldn’t.

  But yet you thought about it anyway; how she’d sneak out past curfew and into your room after a nightmare so you could cuddle and lull her back to sleep, how during her propaganda filmings you were always right there and supporting her, how she told you everything, how dearly she missed her friend Peeta, stories from District 12, even the things she’d never spoken before… and you’d done the same.

  Your mother watched the realization dawn on your expression with a calm face.  She squeezed your hand gently and then reached to nudge hair out of your face.

  “You knew?  For… for how long?”  You stammered.

  She chuckled softly.  “Of course I knew.  I knew since you first agreed to be her friend.” 

  You blushed a little and looked away, embarrassed your mother had figured this out before you, but she gently turned your face back in her direction.

  “I’m okay with it, if it makes you happy.”  Coin whispered softly.  “But I really don’t want you to get hurt.  You have to understand that.  I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, but… I don’t know, I’m just worried.”

  Your heart swelled in your chest and you leaned into her hand with a smile.  “I know.  I know you’ll always worry about me… but I think it will be okay.”

  “I do too.”

  “Thank you.”  You whispered softly.  “Really, thank you.”

  The stark president, and your loving mother, chuckled softly again and nodded.  “Of course, y/n.”  She murmured, then glanced at the clock on the wall.  “I believe the team will have returned by now, if you want to talk to her.”

  You were about to run off, then stopped.  “Actually, I have an idea.”

  Later that night, once the sun had set, you’d convinced Plutarch to send Katniss to the surface for… some sort of reason, you’d left that up to him.

  And when Katniss arrived back in the soft dirt of the forest, she found a trail of your flowers.  She picked each one up and followed the trail until she finally found the second surprise she’d ever love.

  You’d set up a small little area in the middle of the forest; lights were strung from tree to tree, flowers were practically everywhere, and there was some actual edible looking food set out on a blanket for the both of you.

  You were sitting at the edge of the shadows, watching softly.

  When Katniss saw you, her new bouquet in her hands, she just stared at you.  Her gray eyes were dark in the night but they were on you, waiting for you to say something.

  “Hi.”  You stuttered, meeting her in the middle of the clearing.  “I uhm… I would’ve invited you here myself, but I was busy setting up and–”

  “How did you do this?”  Katniss looked around in awe, just as she had at your hideout.  You kept pleasantly surprising her and she was more enthralled every time.  “And… why..?”

  “I’m the President's daughter, I can get away with a lot.”  You grinned, fighting the stampede in your chest.  “And because… I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, or how long this is going to last, so I have to say it now.”  You took a shaky breath.  “I love you, Katniss..  I really do.  I know I sound insane and all but–”

  Katniss cut you off with a soft kiss.

  When she pulled away, she was smiling, and crying.  Hot tears dribbled down her face and the hand not holding the bouquet was trying to wipe them away but it was futile.  

  “I love you too.”  Katniss whispered softly, voice breaking.  She’d never said those words before, not like this, but she wanted to say them forever and ever now.

  And you would listen to every single one.  You smiled and cupped her face gently.  

  “You’ve made me feel safe here, feel like… I’m not alone.”  Katniss whispered through her tears.  She smiled pathetically at her emotions and tried to wipe them away again.  “I-I never thought anything would make me trust District 13, but you’re here and… and I love you, so much.”

  “I don’t care where you are, or what you’re doing, I’m always going to love you too.”  You whispered with the same teary smile.  You pulled her into a tight hug, that once rock of a girl now human, and yours.  She buried her face into your neck, gently dropping the flowers so she didn’t squish them.

  “I don’t know what will happen after the war, but I want to be with you.”  You continued softly into her ear, feeling her squeeze you tightly.  “I’ll go anywhere with you.” 

  “I’d be… anywhere that you are.”

  “Really..?”

  “Of course.”

  Katniss lifted her head back up, face red and streaked with salty tears, but her smile was beaming now.  She looked into your loving eyes and then kissed you once more.

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The Drought of an Ocean

Chapter 16 - Epilogue

Pairing | Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Story Summary | Finnick Odair was the youngest victor to ever win the Hunger Games but that didn’t earn him respect as a mentor, at least not until she came along. When a dejected volunteer from District 4 puts her life on the line, Finnick will do anything he can to protect her.

Chapter Summary | 10 years later...

Chapter Warnings | N/A

W/C | 1.7k

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A/N | Alright so this is actually the end BUT asks are open for oneshots for the missing 10 years between chapters 15 and 16! Thanks everyone so much for reading and following us on this journey!! -Smoe

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In her dreams, the more and more she had as the years went on, she was at the beach–their beach–and as she sat watching the waves hit the shore, and the sun began to rise over the horizon painting the waters red with its color, for a moment her stomach would drop. Her chest began to tighten until she cupped the water in her hands, finding the illusion to only be the sun’s rays mirrored across the horizon. She would bury her feet in the sand, letting the seafoam lick at her ankles as birds called overhead. It wouldn’t be long until she felt a presence beside her, the comforting pressure of arms wrapped around her middle that bled in from reality.

This morning the feeling was just that: a feeling. She shook her head, laughing to herself about her chronic morning-person of a husband. It was hard not to think of his teasing words as she pulled her limbs back towards her body at the center of the mattress. She rubbed out a crick in her neck before pulling open the curtains and letting the sun shine into the room. 

Humming a light tune, she padded a few feet down the hall to the next room over where she opened the door just a touch to peek in. Her heart leapt in seeing the empty bassinet until she remembered the abandoned space in her own bed. She couldn’t say she was used to their routine but six months of it almost daily was starting to ease her panic. Over a year ago, for the second time in her life, Finnick held her as she cried–this time tears of joy–and nine months later their little starfish was brought into the world during a storm that drowned her screams.

With her own stomach rumbling, she set off to the kitchen to prepare a bottle, something Finnick still hadn’t mastered as he’d rather let the bottle get ice cold than risk any pain to their daughter. He’d been especially careful in everything he did since their daughter was born, their household of two made a family of three; from baby-proofing the house, reading the limited parenting resources he could get his hands on and above all, keeping the both of them within reach at all time, safe in his care. As a gesture to both their future as a family and their newfound freedom, he’d discarded his trident, a sign of all that he had done, been forced to do, in the remnants of the Capitol. 

Filling the kettle at the sink, she could just make out the form of her husband, cradling their baby girl out by the shore, through the window. Before returning to the stove, she opened the window to tend to her flowers, a window box secured by Finnick at the start of the season was full of blooming Primroses after Peeta sent seeds in one of his letters. Though she was never close to Katniss, she had grown to know her sister while she recovered in District 13 alongside Peeta. The girl was caring and had impeccable bedside manner, her hands steady when changing her IV, smiles came easy when she saw the bobbing blonde head of the littlest Everdeen sister. It was terrible what happened, she had been walking close behind Katniss when they tried to infiltrate the Presidential Palace, then the first round of bombs hit…the second.

She closed the window with a sigh and put the kettle on the burner. At the table there was a short stack of open mail, a rarity considering all that had happened, which Finnick had already sorted through. She smiled to herself, recognizing Peeta’s blocky script even before picking up the letter, an extra blush spreading across her cheeks at the greeting to the Odairs. It was mostly business as usual, Peeta filling them in on their simple life in 12 and in turn asking about them, especially now that they had a little one to update on. A year had passed since Katniss and Peeta visited and four since they backed Katniss’ decision to take down Coin and thus inciting their exile. It was a privilege to have anyone to share their pregnancy with, most of all given what they’d been through and lost to get there. 

She was about to put the letter in the drawer with the rest when she saw the small scrawls on the bottom of the page.

‘Saw this and thought of you, then of her but Peeta didn’t approve. Good luck - Katniss’

Riffling through the pile of mail, she couldn’t figure out what the note was referring to but she didn’t often know what Katniss was referring to; better to ask Finnick later. She grabbed the warmed bottle and stuffed the letter in her pocket to bring with her before slipping out the back, the screen door creaking closed behind her.

The morning was beautiful, a cool breeze contrasting the already warming sand, with rays of sunlight just finally rinsing fully above the horizon. Her bare feet sunk into the uneven ground, as she made her way towards her husband and daughter who watched the waves together.

“Here, breakfast.” She placed the bottle in his awaiting hand, taking a seat next to him on the blanket he had laid out. 

“Oh, thanks. I hadn’t eaten.” She rolled her eyes at him and his smug smile. They sat a while in a comfortable silence as their daughter ate, falling back into a slumber with a full belly when the bottle was gone. 

Pulling the letter out of her pocket, she handed it to him, absentmindedly stroking her daughter's silk soft hair, “Did you see this?”

Finnick chuckled softly, “I’m sure Peeta was mortified but I thought it was funny.” She raised an eyebrow at him as he slowly pulled back the blanket their daughter was comfortably swaddled in. They both braced for her to wake but as Finnick carefully shifted to show his wife, she only clung to her prize tighter and let out a sleepy breath. Cuddled in her daughter’s arms was a small stuffed bear, the mouth a zigzag of white stitching mimicking teeth. She used to think if she ever saw a bear again it’d be too soon but looking down at the stuffie clutched in her daughter’s tiny hands she couldn’t help but smile.

“Never thought Kat would be the one with a sense of humor, huh? You two are too alike,” She huffed with a smile, shaking her head in disbelief.

He hummed in response, “You know she hates when you call her that.”

“And you hate it when Peeta calls you Finn but here we are,” She followed Finnick’s gaze as smiled down at the dozing infant, too lost to truly hear her,  “Here we are.” Save for the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the beach around them seemed to disappear, their small family the only thing in the world. Her heart clenched in her chest, still seeing that nineteen year old boy who had taken a chance on her even behind the worry lines and the scars. It was a miracle that they were here at all–the odds stacked against them from the beginning–let alone together in the life that they had made. 

The air was heavy for a moment, Finnick on the verge of saying something multiple times before he finally got out, “I never thought we’d get this. Especially not her,” He clutched the baby tighter to his chest, kissing her forehead before inhaling deeply, “not after we lost–”

“We lost…a lot, and I never thought I’d want what I have, but I’m happy.” Finnick stared up at her, a familiar and unsure expression that often crossed his face, even after all this time, as if to ask, ‘are you sure?’ She reached to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair back in place, landing with her head resting on his shoulder. “I love our family, you and Ondine.”

“Our little wave.”

In an attempt to break the tension, she huffed a sigh, “Doesn't feel so little when you have to push her out of your…” She trailed off mumbling to herself as she began to stand up. “Let’s go, I’m starving, and you’re cooking!” Before she managed to take a step, she was pulled back by a  hand clutching the hem of her shirt. 

“We got this too,” Finnick fished another piece of mail from his back pocket, not bothering to make eye contact as he handed it over and immediately turned his attention back to his daughter. She eyed him suspiciously before taking the cardstock, his demeanor suddenly tense. The page was covered from top to bottom in words, some she didn’t even know and when she looked up from it Finnick was already awaiting her reaction. The confusion must’ve been clear on her face, for he explained, “It basically says…we can go.”

“Go where?”

Finnick held their daughter tighter to his chest, stroking her cheek as he answered, “Our exile is over. Katniss and Peeta’s too.” He was biting his lip, his brows furrowed. She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, urging him to look at her. 

“Go where?”

Finnick sighed, “Home? Back to 4.” She tipped his chin up with her index finger gazing into his worrisome eyes. With her thumb, she smoothed out the wrinkle between his eyebrows, something that never failed to make him laugh. 

Her whole life sat before her, the culmination of all that she’d experienced and everything that she shouldn’t have survived. Every step of the way they had tried to tell her story, the twists and turns and all the endings, happily ever after written out for her when martyrdom didn’t cut it. But for the first time in her life, the pages ahead were blank and she was the one with the pen. She managed to have it all: her life, her family and now, her freedom. Looking around at what her and Finnick had built together, she smiled, her heart clenching and eyes watering at the realization.

“We are home.”

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

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The rest of the games flew by. You don’t even remember being lifted by a crane into the sky, but you do remember being hooked up to countless machines as someone holds your hand. When you opened your eyes, you stared up at the gray skies that were too metallic for your taste.

You look around, eyes hazy until you see the sleeping form of Finnick next to you. He laid head down on the metal bed, hand in yours as he softly snores away. Finnick always had a way of sleeping away his worries, which often led to a messed up sleep schedule until you forced him to go to bed at a certain time and made him wake up.

“Finnick?” You mumble, slowly attempting to sit up before your head begins to pound.

The attempt to sit up pulled your hand out from his, Finnick quickly sitting up as his only sense of comfort was pulled away from him. “Darling don’t, don’t try to sit up, you’re on medicine and fluids and shit-”

“Where are we?” You asked, looking around as you ignored his warning and sat up. “Finnick, where are we?”

He shook his head, stroking your hair. “Don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, darling, we’re safe. I’m going to keep you safe.”

You shook your head, pushing him away. “Finnick, you always promised me no secrets, don’t start now.”

He inhaled deeply as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. We’re going to District 13.”

Your brow ruffled, maybe you were dead. “District 13? District 13 is gone-”

“You’ll see.” He says quickly, kissing your head again. “You’ll see. I promise.”

You inhaled as you grabbed his wrists, leaning into him before looking up at him. “Finnick, are we done? Is it over?”

He inhaled, nodding. “Yes. Yes darling, it’s done. It’s over, I promise.”

It didn’t take long for you both to get to District 13, hands rubbing against your sides as he laid in bed with you. Your limbs were tangled into each other, his hands gently rubbing against your sides as you pressed your lips to his cheeks. There was no sex, not tonight. It was just touching, holding, worshiping each other's bodies as his lips pressed to yours. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded. You were a little nauseous coming out of the games, but not anything you were too worried about. You had found out that Peeta and Johanna were taken by the Capitol, and as much as you felt concerned and bad for them, you didn’t care as much as you wanted to. You were too focused on being here with Finnick that you truly didn’t care. “I think I’m going to take a shower soon.”

He hums. “You took like three when we got here, darling. If you take another one, you could get sick.”

You leaned into him, arms wrapping around his body as he dragged his fingers along your back, drawing all kinds of shapes. He pulls you closer, the cool sheets underneath you making you shiver as you lean into Finnick’s body heat. You were thankful for the fact that District 13 was always more on the cold side, and with Finnick’s body always radiating heat, it made everything better.

“I just… I don’t feel clean, Finnick.”

You had said those words before, many times before. It was something he wanted to forget, when he would take showers with you almost five times a night after you both were sold off. He wanted to get to the point in life with you where you felt clean, where you felt trusted and comfortable in your skin. He wanted to make you feel clean and safe and everything good.

He nods into your head. “Alright, darling. You want to go take one now or later?”

You shook your head, your leg sliding between his as you curled as close as you could up against his body. “Later. Later, I want to stay with you.”

His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He sighs as you pull back, your hands going to his hair to softly drag your nails against his scalp. “One day darling,” he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I’m going to make you feel clean. I’m going to make you feel safe and loved. Comfortable. I’m going to give you everything.”

You gasped softly, eyes watering as he smiled down at you.

“You’ve done everything for me, darling,” he continued, pulling back a strand of your hair as he kissed you again. “Let me do the same for you. For the rest of time. I’ve taken care of you since you were born, and I failed way too many times. I’m not going to do that again.”

You begin shaking your head, but Finnick hushes you. “Finnick, don’t say that, you-”

“I’m not done,” he mumbles, kissing you again as he pulls you closer. “I’m not done. I couldn’t save you in the games, and what you were pulled into afterwards. I’m never, ever going to let you go through something like that again. I’m going to build you a house right on a river bank with a giant backyard full of wildflowers on the edge of District 4 where we used to go when we were little, you remember that?”

You nodded immediately, wiping at your eyes with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah I remember it. How could I forget it, hm?”

He laughed as he pressed a kiss to your head. “First kiss I had there. With you.”

You hummed, rolling your eyes. “Your first kiss wasn't mine,” you joked with him, a dramatic gasp falling from his lips.

“What?! How dare you!” He says playfully, laughing along with you. “There is no way you could’ve had your first kiss with it not being me. I kept all those little fuckers away from you.”

You laugh with him, stroking his cheek. “Yeah, because you were a perv.”

He shook his head. “I was not a perv, we have a two year age difference!”

You shake your head, pulling him down for another kiss. “Still a perv,” you mumble playfully, kissing him again. “Just my perv.”

Finnick shook his head. “Stop calling me a perv, people are going to start thinking I really am a perv.”

Laughing, you softly graze your teeth against his lips. “You are a perv, but so am I. For you, I’m a perv.”

He grins cheekily, pulling you closer before throwing a leg over your waist to kneel over you. “Oh yeah? You’re a perv for me, huh?”

Giggling, you nod as you pull him down for a kiss as he grabs your waist and pulls you lower to have your waist lined up with his. He groaned as you arched your back to grind your waist into his. Your tongue pushed into his mouth before he pulled away, leaning back to pull your legs around his waist. You giggled as he leaned forward just a bit, his hand grabbing the shaft of his cock to push his head slowly into you, your pussy already wet with arousal.

He laughs as you whine, head tilting back as he slides his head up between your slit, pressing it to your clit. You gasped, groaning as precum leaks out of his pretty head as he basically slathers it all over your pussy. Finnick always loved to paint you with cum, sex wouldn’t be complete without it.

Your eyes rolled back as his tip pushed back down, teasing your entrance that had basically already grown accustomed. “You want to be stretched out first darling or do you want me to go straight in?”

“Straight in, Finnick, you know you don’t need to stretch me out anymore.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down as he supports himself with his hands.

You both had gotten used to having sex with no protection and with no preparation, mainly because Finnick could make it feel like bliss with his self control.

Just like that, he groaned loudly as he started to push into you, hissing as your nails dig into his back. The wires of pleasure and pain have been crossed since you and Finnick started having sex, and you could feel your stomach twisting as that familiar knot of pleasure starts to form. You groaned out as one of his hands softly trails down your body, grazing and stroking at your tummy before his strong fingers rub firmly against your clit.

You let out a loud hum as his finger circles around the puffy bud and pushes down, the feeling making your eyes roll back. “Feel good, darling?”

“Yes! Yes, so good!” You say immediately, groaning as his finger flicked against the sensitive bundle of muscle as you gasped. “F-Fuck, Finnick!”

He laughs, smiling as he snapped his hips forward to make you groan with pleasure watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open, watching with pleasure as you show off how good he was making you feel. He bites his lip, groaning loudly as his hips snack back, watching as your mouth lets out a loud whine at the emptiness feeling that settled inside of your stomach.

“Finnick, please, please don’t torture me,” you whined, trying to rut your hips into his before he sad back, forcing your hips with his hands back onto the bed. “Finnick!”

“No, I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his thumbs pushing into your pelvis to force you down before pushing his hips back forward. “I’m going to watch you fall apart.”

Your eyes rolled back. You have heard these words before, but none of them made you feel as good as Finnick did, none of the words spoken by other people made you feel as good as he did or as safe as he did. You gasped loudly as he pulled out, before snapping his hips forward, using the same force and speed that you loved.

You could feel yourself letting go, letting your body gladly be used by Finnick, this time being so fucking full and pleasured by everything he did. Your eyes rolled back as your nails dragged down Finnick’s back, almost pornographic moans falling from your lips every time he fucked into you.

His hands moved from your hips that already got used to being still to your upper torso, one of them to your tits and the other around your throat. It wasn’t tight, it never was, but it had become a sort of feeling that made you feel safe. It wasn’t even sexual at this point, it was comfort. His hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your chin up a bit as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You gasped, groaning as his other hand intertwined with your own hand.

His thrusts get rougher, hips stuttering as he groans against your lips, your other hand pulling him closer. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”

He smiles. “I love you, Y/N Odair. For the rest of time.”

“And when we meet in our next life.”

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[rogue205]

Does anyone else ever notice how Gale is sometimes depicted in Hunger Games stories as an abusive jerk to Katniss or a controlling manipulative bastard(get real people, like she would let him) OR a jealous prick who sets out intentionally to sabotage her relationship with Peeta? Just to name a few.

Why? To justify Everlark. (Luckily lots of Everlark stories don’t actually do this but I still see it and it’s irritating hence this rant)

Gale is actually written OOC a lot just so people can claim that Katniss belongs with Peeta who is apparently so perfect. And I hate it. That’s right up there with (likely) these same people who completely ignore the fact that Peeta manipulated Katniss into a relationship with him prior to the 74th Games during the interviews. (As I said in an earlier post too, the fact that Peeta kept pressuring her after the rebellion to have kids until she gave in just… that bothers me. But I digress.)

Yes, his feelings were probably genuine and yes, Haymitch also played a role in this but it was honestly a d*ck move for him to pull especially since neither of them told her this is what was gonna happen. So she faked it through the 74th Games. And Snow made her continue after while forcing Gale into the role of her cousin instead, something that neither Gale or Katniss liked, as it made them uncomfortable.

I feel that she was with Peeta at the end because she needed hope and he was almost like another Prim for her. Someone she needed to protect. But what happens once she feels like she can stand on her own again? And don’t even get me started on how wildly Gale’s characterization veers into left field upon arrival at District 13. That whole bit made little to no sense to me. Then there’s the end where Collins writes him off by “he goes to District 2 and no one sees him again”. Really.

Everyone in Twelve also probably believed that Everthorne was endgame as the two were seen constantly together and obviously cared about the other and their families very much. Until the reaping happened. As I said before, Katniss’s true love is her sister Prim but Peeta ultimately was Snow’s choice for her. Katniss’s choice was Gale and she even said so in Catching Fire. “Gale is mine and I am his. Anything else is unthinkable”.

So I hate that Suzanne Collins ultimately didn’t have the guts to follow through with that.

[avoxrising]

Isla - Part 2

(Part 1) (Part 3)

The first few days in District 13 were the hardest of Finnick’s life. He would gladly go into the arena all over again if it meant you and Isla were safe.

Finnick didn’t mean to push everyone away, but he did. Annie tried to help with Isla but Finnick wouldn’t let his daughter out of his sight in fear of losing her. He would shower with the curtain open and Isla resting in her bassinet on the bathroom floor. He’d bring her to his therapy sessions and even to the training room.

It had been a week since Finnick arrived in District 13 and he had barely slept. Isla was super fussy and it was hard to get her to eat anything. District 13 had very little baby formula available as single fathers in the district were practically unheard of.

Finnick’s therapist, Dr. Aurelius, ended up forcing him to attend a support group of new parents in District 13. He was the only dad there as the rest of the fathers of newborns were either working or deceased, as was the case with two of the mothers rescued from District 12.

The mothers fawned over Finnick and Isla, something he did not enjoy. He hated attention, especially from women who weren’t you. One of the women, however, quickly developed a friendship with him.

Eve and Herd were new parents from District 13. Herd worked as a maintenance worker so he was usually gone all day, leaving Eve to take care of their daughter, Kara. Kara was three months old and had beautiful brown hair, almost the same color as yours.

Eve pitied Finnick’s situation. Not only was he taking care of his month and a half year old daughter by himself, but he was grieving your absence and struggling to take care of himself. Finnick didn’t know why he trusted Eve with Isla, but he did.

Isla was able to nurse on Eve, making her a lot less fussy. Eve taught Finnick how to tie a wrap around him so he could carry Isla hands free. Gradually over time, Finnick felt himself getting the hang of being a single dad.

The residents of District 13 watched as Finnick would walk around the halls with Isla in his arms, pointing things out to her like the signs on the walls or the smells that wafted in the air. Although she was too little to understand, Finnick wanted to teach her about all the good things in the world.

Finnick healed to the point where he would let Prim watch Isla while he went to his appointments. Mrs. Everdeen was able to perform Isla’s 2 month checkup and she’s as healthy as possible. Annie comes around to see him and Isla occasionally, but she’s cautious not to disturb him too often. She reminds him too much of District 4 and everyone he’s lost.

When footage of Peeta was broadcasted throughout the cafeteria, Finnick was stunned. Was it possible that you were still alive? He raced up to command to see if anyone had any answers.

Unfortunately, nobody knew if you were alive. Beetee suspects that they’re keeping Peeta alive as leverage over Katniss so it’s quite possible that you are alive too. President Coin won’t send a rescue mission just yet, so all Finnick can do is wait and hope for you to come back home.

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AN: Do y’all want a part 3?

[issacharmastersdp18]

Legit saw someone call Coriolanus a sociopath.

Like, what?

Does your definition even remotely resemble the actual one?

I know it’s uncomfortable, sometimes, to analyze the antagonist and realize you have anything in common, but that’s no excuse to go around slapping labels on them.

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ AND/OR SEEN THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES, THERE ARE PLOT POINTS AND DETAILS AHEAD. TURN BACK OR PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU’RE AVOIDING SPOILERS.

He tried to avoid war.

Because he wanted to keep his power, yes, but also because he’d seen what war did to people.

This is a man who experienced some of the worst of humanity, at a very young age. Events which shaped him. People manipulating him, grooming him, to continue to uphold the system and the distance between District and Capitol. A man who felt the weight of continuing his family’s name (literally and figuratively) when he was a boy.

He was not born who he was when we first met him. He was molded into that person by circumstance and company.

If you pay attention, Coriolanus does care for people besides himself. (Granted one is his flesh and blood, but still) He’s not antisocial. Simply accustomed to being surrounded by a certain kind of people. He’s not amoral. He sympathized with Sejanus for a time. Not strictly disagreeing with his objections to the Games. Merely the way he went about it. Rather than having public outbursts and going rogue, biding his time. Quietly garnering support. Allies. Inherit his family’s wealth. Gain the finances and the power to implement lasting change. But Sejanus had no patience and couldn’t see that his impatience was only working against his intentions.

Though it didn’t make theatrical release, we can see Coriolanus is trying to keep the carnage to a minimum. “We agree a war could end humanity. Keep saying that.” Pair that with how he went about things. He first tried to have Katniss and Peeta calm the uprising. He didn’t want to kill anybody if he didn’t have to do so. As he says, he’s not wasteful. When that didn’t work, he THEN decided she had to be eliminated. Which culminated in the 3rd Quarter Quell. Where he hoped she would destroy her own public image before she died. That didn’t happen. 13 got Katniss to use as they pleased, so he took the opportunity to do the same with Peeta. Peeta, who had much more confidence in public speaking and a better stage presence. Someone with more impulse control. When Peeta went rogue, he could no longer use him for television. Still not wanting to kill anyone unnecessarily, Peeta wasn’t killed. He was turned into a weapon to kill the face of the rebellion. Then that didn’t work.

He admitted himself he was too focused on Katniss and Coin counted on that. He admitted he’d been bested. Rather than let Katniss “fuck around and find out,” he told her exactly what would happen. Though in denial, she did believe him. She knew he was right. She just couldn’t accept that her personally perceived enemy was not her only enemy. That she had been working with someone who she saw as equally bad. Someone who had been responsible for the death of her sister.

When you stop viewing antagonists as two dimensional “oh they’re the bad guy and they can’t possibly have a good reason for anything they’ve done,” and start realizing they are three dimensional (if written well) characters. People with experiences. Feelings. Thoughts. People whose motivations might not be as inhumane as you think. What he does isn’t any less wrong if he has a good reason. I’m not trying to excuse anything. I want you to be able to understand the point of the series. That anybody, given the right circumstances, can become Coriolanus. Or Coin. Or Dr. Gaul.

Dr. Gaul even makes a point of making that quite clear.

Hunger Games is a warning. A cautionary tale. A reminder that we must be careful, or we can become that which we fear.

Not just as individuals, but as a collective society.

We can slap a label on anybody. “Evil” “Sociopath” “Psychopath”

But those labels keep us from thinking critically. It’s important to discuss the how and why of things. When we label something simply as one of these words, we are giving ourselves reason not to do so. And because we don’t want to do that work. We don’t want to be confronted by the harsh realities of humanity, nature/nurture, etc. We will slap a label on anyone and anything any opportunity we get so we can remain in our comfortable bubble. Feeling unburdened by the responsibility each of us has to make and maintain a world where everyone has what they need and want for nothing.

While our elders aren’t always reliable examples (*cough* RNC *cough*), some of them are not only reliable, but good. Trustworthy. Filled with wisdom.

Donald Sutherland knows a thing or two because he’s seen a thing or two. It is not difficult to find the man discussing Coriolanus’ motivations and thought processes. He makes no attempt to paint the things Coriolanus has done in a better light. Only to explain how and why he arrived at the decision to do the things he does. Donald understands The Hunger Games the very way in which we all should understand it.

Yes, I practically worship the ground the man walks on. I admit that. However, I am not without reason.

Before you get the wrong impression, I have no delusions of him being any kind of messiah. He is just a man. A kind, funny, and intelligent man, but a man nonetheless. One of many people whose wisdom goes largely ignored and unheeded.

Rant over. For now.

[msmk11]

A Tiny Favor

Katniss Everdeen x gn!reader

WC: 683

CW: Katniss has a panic attack; hurt comfort; fluff

Summary: You try to help Katniss in any way you can, even if it means pretending that you’re the one that needs help. (Could be read as platonic or romantic.)

Day 13 of mk’s mad dash

You thought that when District Thirteen said everyone got recreational time, you’d actually get the rest your body craved. Instead, your afternoon was rather rudely interrupted by loud knocks on the door of your compartment. You were tempted to ignore it, but they remained incessant, and you knew you’d never go back to sleep with all the ruckus. You crawled out of bed and padded across the cold floor before yanking the door open.

“Can I help y- oh, Prim. What is it? What’s wrong?”

The blonde stood before you in her nurse uniform, “It’s Katniss. She’s sort of freaking out and no one can calm her down. We’re trying to wean her off tranquilizers and I thought you might be able to help.”

“Yes, of course, Prim. Just- give me a minute.”

You left the door open and walked back across the room. You slipped on your boring gray gym shoes and then raked your fingers through your sort of messy bedhead.

“Alright, Prim. Let’s go.”

Your walk to the hospital was not an unfamiliar one, having visited Katniss nearly every day since she’d taken residence there. Still, you’d never been personally requested to visit out of visitation hours just to help. It felt good, being useful for once. You had the feeling Coin didn’t like you much, only seeing you as an extra mouth to feed and another of the Mockingjay’s stipulations.

When you arrived in the sterile, white hospital, you instantly found Katniss in her bed, hyperventilating, panicked doctors surrounding her.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “what a bunch of idiots.”

You stalked over to the staff who were staring worriedly at Katniss, “all of you, scram.”

“We need to supervise her,” some douche doctor huffed cockily.

“You’re only making things worse,” you hissed, “I’ll take care of it. Now leave her alone.”

If your words didn’t convince them, the glare you gave certainly did, and they all skittered off. You rushed to sit at the edge of Katniss’ bed, and watched the girl’s wild eyes flit about and her panicked breathing increase.

You reached out carefully and gripped one of her hands loosely, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Katniss? Hey, Katniss.”

The brunette was still obviously freaking out, but you could tell she heard you somewhere in her anxious haze.

You placed your hands gently on her cheeks, trying to focus her attention on you, “Katniss, love. Can you focus on me? I needed to see you.”

Her glazed eyes shifted into focus, though she continued to pant, “When did you get here?”

“Just now. I came to find you cause I needed your help.”

You stroked some wild strands of hair back from her face, hoping that your touch would calm her a little.

“My-my help? With what? I can’t do anything?” she sighed sadly.

“Well I do have something you can help with. If you’re feeling up to it?”

Katniss’ breaths began to slow a little and she nodded. If you knew nothing else about the girl you’d grown up with, you at least knew that she always thrived the most when she had a purpose.

“Could you braid my hair for me? The way your mom always does. I’m gonna start my work shift soon and my hair always gets in the way,” you huffed with feigned annoyance.

“Yeah, I can do that for you,” she answered quietly, her voice shaking a little.

“Lovely,” you climbed all the way onto Katniss’ bed and took residence on top of the covers, between her spread legs. You crossed your own legs under you and rested your hands in your lap.

Hesitantly, the brunette reached out and buried her fingers in your hair.

“I’m warning you now, this won’t be half as good as when my mom does it.”

“That’s alright,” you answered with a chuckle, “it’s bound to get messed up at work anyways.”

After that, you fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the small swooshes of Katniss’ fingers as she crafted your hair into a beautiful braid. And for once, everything felt simple again.

[thelonelyrainbowguy]

So I finished Gregor and the Code of Claw and hi, I’m bawling. Suzanne Collins apparently didn’t start writing shocking deaths in the name of pointing out the pointlessness and horror of war with Prim in The Hunger Games—she started it with a BAT in her MIDDLE GRADE SERIES which really should be PG-13 at LEAST because GODDAMN.

I think Ares’ death hurt more than Prim’s because he dealt with so much hate after book 1, he was such an outcast even after all he had done to help the Underlanders, but had found love and devotion with Gregor, who brought him back into the family, as it were.

After all the hate and mistrust he’d dealt with, after betraying his longtime bond who he’d sworn to protect with his life in order to do the right thing and save Gregor, after illness and grief and countless injuries, he was still persevering, and finally being accepted back into Underland society. After the training that made him a better fighter with less chance of injury. After the hope Ripred provided by saying the prophecies were bullshit. Just when we were rooting so hard for him and for Gregor, when we thought things might turn out okay—he was cut down in one swift stroke (er, bite). No last words. No ceremony. Just gone.

(And don’t get me started on his claw clutched in Gregor’s unconscious hand in their bond gesture so tight that the fireflies had to CHEW IT OFF OF ARES in order to rescue Gregor. I’m gonna cry again.)

Whereas with Prim, from the very beginning, she was foreshadowed to die. We were constantly worried about her, then relieved when we found out she was okay, time after time. Narrow escape after narrow escape. When she was Reaped, when 12 was bombed, when 13 was under attack.

We even had the scene with Gale describing how his bomb scheme worked—first bomb, the medics rush in to help the wounded, second bomb. And we knew Prim was a medic. It was repeated so many times throughout Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Her taking over Gale’s treatment after the whipping post. Her helping care for Katniss after Catching Fire. In the bunker, telling Katniss she was in training to be a doctor.

Her death was heartbreaking, and felt like pointless shock value at first if you weren’t really looking ahead, but when you dissect the story so far and the morals that Collins was trying to drive home, it makes a horrible kind of sense.

(don’t @ me if I got some Hunger Games stuff wrong—I’ve watched the movies plenty of times, but I’ve only read the books once, soon after the first movie came out.)

[peterjakes]

Katniss x Peeta - ‘you said I have to trust more freely’

It's been months since Katniss and Peeta found themselves back in District 12. As the district builds itself back up after the War, so do the victors, healing together. Something is missing however, something unspoken, something that has always been there. They just can't quite admit that.

I have missed these two so damn much recently. the hunger games resurgence is back and I'm so here for it. I've wanted to write something about Katniss and Peeta for a while but just never got around to doing it. I feel like this might be a series but not 100% sure. thank you as always for reading x

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44714848

It was midnight, or at least Katniss thought it was. The moonlight had managed to escape through the small gap of the curtains, finding its way up to Katniss. It hadn’t disturbed her; in fact, she was glad of it. Glad of the company. She was alone, like most nights. Her body still hadn’t gotten used to that. Those days spent in District 13, everyone packed in so tight, everyone together. Before that, she’d often fall asleep in Peeta’s arms, protected by that kind, warm shield. Before everything, before the War, the Quarter Quell, the first Games, Prim would often take up space, along with Buttercup watching the two of them closely.

But now it was just Katniss.

Peeta was just across the path, it couldn’t be more than 100 metres from Katniss’ front door. But it felt like eternity. She didn’t dare leave her home, didn’t dare disturb him. She couldn’t bring herself to do that. After everything. The two of them had both come home, they both found each other again. But Katniss didn’t know if they could let each other in. It wouldn’t be like before, of course, it wouldn’t. It couldn’t. But Katniss couldn’t deny she missed him, missed how things were. She wouldn’t admit certain things to herself, let alone Peeta. But the War was over, it was done, and Katniss had to live again. No matter how hard it would be. Katniss didn’t want to do that alone.

Knowing she couldn’t lie in the darkness any longer, Katniss forced herself out of her bed, brushing the bedclothes off her frail body and moved out of her bedroom. She found herself walking towards the front door but made a quick change at the last minute and followed the natural light in the kitchen. The blinds were not drawn, allowing a direct view of the house across the street. The baker’s boy, her once star-crossed lover, the Capitol mutt, so many names occupied that house and yet it was only one person she yearned to see. Peeta, her Peeta. Peeta who had burnt the bread on purpose to feed a starving girl. Peeta announced to the world his love for a girl who paid him no attention. Peeta who joined the Career pack for Katniss. Peeta, who begged Haymitch to save Katniss when the Quarter Quell was announced. Peeta, who agreed to no allies, just the two. Peeta, who didn’t care for his own wellbeing, only Katniss. Peeta, who suffered and endured so much at the hands at the Capitol. Peeta, who had lost himself entirely. Peeta who had come back home, for many things and for Katniss.

Katniss was angry with herself. Angry for letting it get this far. It had been months since they’d arrived back home. Months, and yet it was as if it was only yesterday that she found Peeta planting those Primrose flower he’d found. It wasn’t as if things hadn’t changed because they had. The three of them – Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch, had learned to heal together. But that didn’t mean it was like before, it could never be like that again. Katniss had understood that, and she was sure Peeta too. He’d kept his distance, almost like the time after their first games and Katniss hadn’t wanted that. She didn’t like it.

It wasn’t as if the two of them were ignoring each other completely. There would be times when the three of them, Haymitch included, would spend those long, dark evenings together trying to fill the void. Panem was moving on. The Games were over and of course every single detail had to be televised. Katniss had seen far enough of the Capitol, but it wasn’t just there. Buildings were being rebuilt, houses, hospitals, memorials – all in the districts. Katniss wondered when it would be District 12’s turn. She’d have to make a mental note to avoid the town. It was unlikely that they would want Coin’s killer around for the show.

And those evenings, those times spent together, the three victors, weren’t as bad Katniss had imagined. It could get lonely in that big house, and she missed their company. Katniss would make sure to hunt during the day, wanting to do something with her time and not wait about all day. Peeta, Katniss assumed, spent time trying to remember. He’d sometimes paint, maybe bake, read. Haymitch would always smell like a brewery, so it was obvious what he was doing with his day.

But things were different. It wasn’t icy, but there was a definite barrier between the two. Katniss had to admit she hadn’t made the best effort to overcome that. But how could she? What would she say to him?

Knowing there was no point trying to get some sleep, Katniss decided to do what she did best – hunt. It was still relatively dark outside, but that didn’t matter. The morning light would appear soon, making it easier and clearer for Katniss. She couldn’t stay cooped up in her home, all alone with her thoughts and her nightmares. She found her bow hidden in a corner in her bedroom; it was well-used but still good. Her hunting boots were hanging by her bed, only being washed a few days ago. She had spent so much of her time out hunting these days, trying to ignore the inevitable. The days were long, the nights were longer, and Katniss needed something to occupy her time. Peeta had his baking, his painting or at least he had. Katniss knew he was learning again, trying to learn, trying to remember. Haymitch had his drink, though it seemed a little less often than before. Perhaps the ‘prohibition’, as he once called it, in District 13 had worked.

But for Katniss, she needed to hunt, to keep busy, to have a purpose. She’d hunt a few rabbits, maybe a squirrel, like she used to. She’d still go down to the market but not to sell the animals, but to feel some kind of familiarity. District 12 had started to build itself back up. Some who had survived and were taken to 13 had come home, others stayed. The population was few, but it was enough.

Changing into her hunting clothes in front of the long mirror, Katniss noticed how thin she looked. She was always thin, always skinny. That’s what spending 16 long years growing up in the Seam did to you. But becoming a victor, she’d changed. But now? Well, her fingers were bony and slender, her thighs barely touched, her jacket almost engulfed her. If her mother was here… But she wasn’t. It was just her, alone in the big house. Her mother and Prim’s room had stayed untouched. Katniss hadn’t dared to enter them, not wanting to accept that it was just her now. The house itself was almost the same; Katniss hadn’t many possessions left to bring. The photo of her father, Peeta’s pearl, her Mockingjay pin, Peeta’s medallion.

By the time Katniss left the house and hopped down the stairs, the moonlight had disappeared, allowing room for the looming sun. Good, she thought. She knew Haymitch wouldn’t want her to go walking into the darkness and she didn’t exactly want to. She knew Haymitch didn’t like her hunting, not as often as she did. But how else would she occupy her time? What else would she do?

Katniss hadn’t expected to see anyone on her way back. The sun was barely rising, and the Victor’s

Village felt so far away from the rest of 12. But as she walked through the fallen gate, there it was, that familiar figure. Peeta had stepped out of his own home, wrapped up warm in his trench coat and scarf.

He was carrying something in his hand and was making his way towards the house across the path.

Peeta had almost made it up the steps when he noticed a shadow behind him.

“Peeta,” Katniss gasped out his name, as if she wanted to reach out to him but didn’t dare.

“Katniss,” Turning around the see Katniss watching him from below, Peeta moved down a few steps, so he was level with her. “I, er, came to see you.”

“Oh.”

“To give you this.” Peeta shrugged as if his gift was hardly worth leaving the house for. But Katniss didn’t feel that, not one bit. Slowly passing over the small gift, Peeta’s fingers lingered against Katniss’ for a moment before retracting them, carefully watching, and waiting for Katniss’ reaction.

It was warm and you couldn’t deny that smell, God, it smelt good. Katniss knew exactly what this was even before unwrapping the paper. “You’ve been baking again?”

“Yeah,” Peeta nodded, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was thinking. “Or trying.” Laughing awkwardly, Peeta, moved his hands into his coat pocket. “I can’t quite…”

“I understand.” Katniss started to nod. “I’m sure-“

“Try it, and let me know, OK Katniss?” This seemed a little abrupt, maybe not intentional but Katniss couldn’t help but feel like Peeta was trying to get away.

“Of course,” Peeta moved to leave before Katniss managed his name again and stopped him. “Peeta?”

“Yeah?” Peeta turned around, looking expectantly. And there it was. It was as if she was back on the

train. The train that seemed to lead nowhere. That look, why did he have to give her that look? Her

heart felt stiff, it felt like it could break at any moment. It was as if it was Peeta, her Peeta staring back at her.

“Join me? Later. I have dinner.” Katniss motioned towards the animals she was holding in her hand. It would be nice, she thought. Just the two of them. Maybe she would be able to fill that gap that was keeping them apart, move the barrier. Katniss just wanted to talk to Peeta, to spend time with him. It was lonely, too lonely. She could feel herself falling and there was no one around to catch her.

Peeta smiled at Katniss, it was one of those little smiles he would often give her. “OK, OK Katniss.” Katniss could sense Peeta was thinking about something, just for a slight moment. Was it a memory?

“What is it?”

“The squirrels. My father bought them sometimes. Real or not real?”

“Real.” Katniss nodded, but turned quickly towards the steps, not wanting Peeta to catch her faltering. It’s like a game, every time. Peeta would have a memory, something would trigger it. It could be something small like the smell of bread or something big like Katniss’ repeating something Peeta had once said to her. More often than not, Katniss would answer ‘Real’. It was as if what the Capitol had done to Peeta, what they had made him believe, was slowly disappearing. That the old Peeta was growing stronger. But then there would be a memory, something horrible, something harsh. Katniss knew Peeta still had nightmares, just as she did. But the two were too far to comfort each other, even if that was exactly what she wanted.

Recently, her nightmares were filled with Gale. It would start with him, start with the bombs, with that explosion. But then he’d disappear. She’d search for him in the woods, but he wouldn’t be there. She would go around and around in circles, until the voices appeared. They would be loud, they would be screeching, she couldn’t get away. That was until she would feel those arms around her, that soft touch. The one thing that could always bring her back, comfort, protect her. It was Peeta.

Katniss hadn’t thought of Gale often, she didn’t want to. That last day, when she said goodbye, she knew it was for good. She had accepted that; she’d wanted that. She didn’t want to see Gale again and she knew she wouldn’t. That part of her life was gone. She didn’t need his fire or his rage. She had enough fire for himself. What she needed was calm, kindness, the dandelion in the spring. But he seemed so far away, untouchable. Katniss often wondered what Peeta had thought. Before the rebels won. Peeta had understood, he knew how Gale felt about Katniss. How she felt about him. But Katniss didn’t feel like that, not anymore. She wondered how Peeta felt about her. Whether some of those memories had some effect on him. She knew she couldn’t ask and didn’t want to. But it made her think. Sometimes Katniss thinking like that wasn’t necessarily a good idea.

Later that evening, the two sat in silence for the best part of the meal. It was nice, just enjoying each other’s company. The conversation was polite, nothing too deep. They spoke about their days, what was happening in District 12 and the rest of Panem. It seemed there was an unspoken agreement to not mention anything else, anything that had happened a few months before.

Katniss spoke of her time in the woods, in the Meadow. How quiet it seemed now, how peaceful. She knew she could delve further than she had in the past but didn’t want to admit that to Peeta. She didn’t want to worry him and turn the conversation into something else. Peeta asked about what she’d shoot, what she’d hunt, her favourite time to go. It seemed like he was making light conversation, but Katniss didn’t mind.

Peeta wanted to bake something new next. He’d tried the simple loaves, like the ones Katniss would often trade for the squirrels or simple game with Peeta’s father. The cheese buns would be next, which brought a smile to Katniss’ face. Peeta mentioned how they were her favourite, without the need of reassurance that this was a real memory. He wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get the right ingredients but wanted to try. Katniss asked about whether he’d make something more elaborate, something that needed to be decorated. Peeta didn’t want to get too ahead of himself but promised to try eventually.

Like most of the district’s, 12 was building itself up once again. More people had come home, though the population was far from the 10,000 it had before the bombs. The town was hit the most, but most of the rubble had been cleared. There were plans of rebuilding some houses, but other buildings too. Katniss wasn’t that interested in any of that, she would spend most days hunting out in the Meadow. Only sometimes would she walk through the market but couldn’t stay for too long. The memories. They were always there.

Peeta seemed quite enthusiastic about it, however, so she played along. Asking questions and wondering aloud about the plans.

Peeta had also received a letter recently from Annie. Katniss understood why she’d written to Peeta and not her. She hadn’t a lot to do with Annie during the War and even afterwards, it wasn’t as if they spent a lot of time together. Katniss was far closer to Finnick that she ever was to Annie. But Peeta… Johanna once said she and Peeta were neighbours in the Capitol. Katniss imagined Annie’s cell wasn’t too far along. They had something shared that Katniss would never understand.

The letter contain some general stuff, Finnick’s son was growing up so fast now. She’d sent another photo along with the letter which Katniss thought should have been nice, but it just caused an immense wave of sadness. The child had Finnick’s eyes. His cheeks were far less squishy now. He was definitely growing.

As her and Peeta mused over the letter and photograph, Katniss thoughts drifted to their ‘baby’. It was only ever a ruse, an attempt to cancel the Quarter Quell. Not that it worked, not that it was ever going to work. But what Katniss wanted, what she tried to achieve. She just wanted a world that would be safe, for Peeta and his child.

The Games were over. That meant any child would never have to suffer the pain, the horror, the guilt that came with the Games. One thing Katniss noticed about District 12 now was how little children she saw. She knew what happened to most of them. She knew what happened to many of the Capitol’s child. It was almost too raw to think about.

Peeta had somehow acquired a yellow sauce and decided to drizzle it all over his food. Katniss clearly couldn’t hide her disgust. All that hard work and it had been reduced to yellow messiness. Noticing Katniss’ expression, Peeta placed the pot of sauce in the middle of the table and motioned towards his place.

“You have to trust me, Katniss. This,” Peeta pointed towards his plate, a mischievous smile appeared on his face as he did. “This is good.”

Katniss shook her head, and a small smile forced itself out and started to creep along her face. How did Peeta manage to do that to her? The scowl had gone. She didn’t want to scowl at him, not ever. “I don’t believe you.”

“Suit yourself.” Peeta shrugged, focusing his attention back on his plate. “This is great though, thank you.”

“Thank you. You made the bread.” And it was delicious. Katniss had forgotten how good the Mellark bakes had been. “Have you baked much else?”

“Bits and pieces.”

“And you didn’t let me try?”

“Well, this is the first that’s been good and properly good.”

“Such a perfectionist.”

Peeta smiled and a small chuckle escaped his mouth. He finished his last bite of the loaf before speaking again. “My mother was. Real or not real?”

“Real, I think. I’m not completely sure. From what you said…I guess so.”

“I remember one time; my father was at the market with my brothers. It was just me and mother.

She…she was angry about something. The way I was kneading the dough. Said I wasn’t strong enough. She was right; the whole batch came out wrong and we had to eat it for the next three days. I was always doing things wrong, especially in the beginning.”

Katniss hadn’t heard this one before. During their first games, the two spoke about their childhood. A lot of it was for the cameras, but not all. Then those long nights on the train when the two would find each other to protect from the nightmares. If they couldn’t sleep, they would talk.

It was at 13, when Delly and even Prim would try to help Peeta remember. Childhood memories, memories of his home, of the bakery, of school and then of Katniss. But this one never appeared.

“And then there was that time with you. When I burnt it on purpose. For you.” Another memory. A special one, at least to Katniss. It had a different feeling now, though. That Peeta, the one who burnt the expensive bread on purpose, the one who took a beating from his mother, he gave a starving Katniss the bread, he was gone.

Katniss could feel herself getting teary, and this time she was too tired to stop it. She would have to let Peeta see this. See these feelings.

“Katniss…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Don’t…don’t apologise.”

Leaning back in his seat, Peeta sighed, furrowing his eyebrows. Katniss couldn’t gauge when he was thinking, let alone what he was feeling. How could she have experience so much with someone and feel like she didn’t know anything about them? She felt almost useless in that moment.

“How did we get so messed up?” There was something different about Peeta’s voice. A sense of resentment, but also laughter. It was as if he didn’t laugh, he’d end up crying. Katniss hadn’t seen Peeta cry since the end of the War, and that wasn’t something Katniss wanted to see. And yet here she was, allowing herself to cry in front of Peeta.

But it was like she thought, things had changed. Maybe she could be vulnerable than she had before. It was always a little different with Peeta. There had been so much acting, and yet sometimes it felt as if Peeta was the only person Katniss could be her true self with. It was true that in a way they’d grown closer, along with Haymitch. But before today, Katniss had the feeling that they were growing apart, almost to the brink of no return. But she was wrong. There was still something there, there had to be. It was just something different.

“Peeta…”

“Yes?”

“Will you, will you stay here, tonight?” Katniss moved her plate away as she spoke, as if she didn’t want Peeta to hear her request. “Just…nice to have company.” She knew she couldn’t look in his eyes, couldn’t see that sadness. Instead, Katniss decided to watch Peeta’s hands. Those hands that created such beauty, those hands that were so delicate, those hands that were so kind.

“I’m sorry, Katniss.” Peeta kept his eyes locked with Katniss’, the sadness in his eyes was still there. But it was more subtle this time.

“Why?”

“I should have realised…after everything. It gets pretty lonely, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll stay, of course I’ll stay.” Peeta’s arm moved across the table and his hand finds Katniss’. They touched for a moment, before they interlocked with each other. Katniss didn’t want Peeta to let go.

There was something unspoken between them, Katniss could feel it. Soon after, the plates were washed up, the table was cleared and the two of them made way for bed. It was as if Peeta knew, he made sure to not touch Prim’s bedroom door, finding solace in the sofa planted in the middle of the room. Katniss knew it was stupid to think for one-minute Peeta would follow her into her bedroom, even though she longed for it. They said their goodnights, polite and distant once again and then Katniss was alone, as she always seemed to be.

That night, the nightmares came to visit Katniss once again. It seemed that she had only closed her eyes for a minute when her face appeared in the darkness. It was only for a moment, and then she was gone. This happened almost every night. It was as if she herself couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer. The last thing Katniss saw of her sister was her lips mouthing her name. And then poof.

The next image is one she expected. Gale visits her in the darkness, his words were all jumbled and messy. And then he left.

Peeta was the last face she saw. Not the Peeta lying on the couch, but the Peeta that she remembered from the first games. the innocent, kind Peeta. but he soon disappeared, being replaced with the Peeta Katniss met after so long apart in 13, the Peeta who attacked her.

But then it’s all gone. Katniss lay awake in her bed. She was being woken up by that kind, familiar face. Peeta, clearing hearing the screams like he has so many times in the past, had come to her. To save her.

“Katniss! Katniss!” Peeta was knelt down between the bed and the bedside table. His left hand was rubbing Katniss’ shoulder, trying to soothe her. That concerned look he often wore had appeared as his eyes searched for something to reassure him. “Hey, hey…It’s OK. It’s me, It’s me.” His hand moved away from Katniss’ shoulder to his cheek, allowing his fingers to slowly caress the redness in her cheeks away.

“Peeta, Peeta, I’m sorry. I’m so-“ Realisng where she is, where she truly is, Katniss focused her eyes onto Peeta who was right beside her, his breath almost touched her nose. That warmth, she didn’t want to let go of it.

“Hey, it’s OK. I’m here.”

Katniss’ breathing was still fast and harsh. Peeta had now moved on to the bed as Katniss shifted over. His arms found a way around Katniss and the firm grip of his fingers forced their way onto Katniss’ shoulder. Feeling more at peace, Katniss burrowed her head into his chest, listening to calmness of his heartbeat. It brought her back to reality, back to her room, back to her bed where Peeta is lying beside her.

“That was bad one, huh?” Peeta whispered this, as if he didn’t want to stir Katniss. The softness of his voices reached Katniss’ ears and it calmed her. He always knew how to do that. “It’s OK, it’s not real. It never is.” Katniss had forgotten what it felt like to hear Peeta’s reassurance. He’d so often give it, especially during those hard nights before things changed. But the past few months, it was as if he wasn’t quite able to, as if he’d forgotten. Peeta had to relearn and re-remember so much. Katniss had tried to reassure him, tried to help but she never seemed to quite manage it the way Peeta did. He was too good.

“I know, I know.” Katniss barely managed to speak this, she sounded muffled, with her lips touching the fabric of Peeta’s shirt. Peeta doesn’t need her to repeat this, he can hear perfectly. Moving closer, Peeta allowed his firm grip to loosen a little, but kept his arms tightly wrapped around Katniss’ body, not wanting to let go. He could clearly sense the stillness in Katniss but made sure to stroke the top of her forehead. Katniss remembered this so clearly from before, something Peeta would do whenever she had a nightmare. He clearly remembered too, knowing it works.

“Peeta.” Katniss spoke louder this time, wanting to be head. Her head moved closer towards Peeta’s, finding his eyes in the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“You’ll stay? Just tonight, for a little bit.”

“Always.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, just certainty. Peeta had no intention of leaving Katniss alone that night, none. Sliding his head down to the pillow, Peeta moved closer to Katniss, the closest he could get. The two lay like that until Katniss drifted off to sleep, knowing she was safe in Peeta’s arms.

Katniss awoke that morning to find herself alone. She could still feel the indent of where Peeta’s body lay in the night. She wondered how long he had stayed there. But this wasn’t a good thought. Of course, Peeta had stayed the whole night until he’d woken up himself. She’d imagined the couch had no company that night.

Finding the strength to move, Katniss pushed herself out of her bed and made her way to the kitchen. She could smell…something. Not food, but something. Peeta had his back to her, clearly focusing on something in the kitchen. Katniss didn’t want to rush in and interrupt him. She watched as Peeta’s arms moved across each other. It was a rare sight to see Peeta alone, really alone. She didn’t want the moment to end. But clearly Peeta could sense he was being watched and turned to find Katniss standing by the edge of the kitchen table.

“Morning.” Peeta nodded, a sullen expression appeared on his face as he passed a warm mug to Katniss. “For you.”

“Thank you. Did you get back to sleep?” Katniss already knew the answer to the question before it even escaped her lips. Peeta hadn’t slept after Katniss drifted off. In the past, during those long, dark nights on the train, both Katniss and Peeta would find solace in each other’s arms and would find some peace in their sleep together. The best night sleep that Katniss had were always with Peeta, when she knew he was there, ready to catch her. She wondered if it was the same for him. It had to be. But maybe not now. The Capitol, Snow, everything had taken that away.

“Er, no, I didn’t. But it’s fine, I don’t sleep most nights. Better than the nightmares.” Katniss could tell. The dark circles under Peeta’s eyes were more vivid that morning and something felt different. Was he angry? Was he upset? Katniss couldn’t tell. She felt sad, sad that the peace they had the evening before had seemed to have vanished. And she didn’t know why.

“Yeah.” Understanding completely, Katniss moved to sit down next to where Peeta was still standing. She watched him as he followed her lead, taking the seat opposite her. She took a sip of the tea; it was warm, soothing. Just like Peeta. Peeta watched her for a while, ignoring his drink completely. The steam rose up and above him as the morning lights reflected from the kitchen window. Sitting there, on a quiet morning, with Peeta sat just across her, Katniss wished she could just freeze time. It would make things a lot easier.

After a while, Peeta spoke, which almost made Katniss jump. She was lost in a trance of her own thoughts. “Katniss, I think…I think we need to be honest with each other.”

“What do you mean?” Katniss questioned the boy sitting across from her. Peeta’s expression had changed since the two sat down together. It softened slightly, that almost sulky look had disappeared now. It wasn’t exactly concern, but there was a seriousness to him. It was as if what he was about to say is the reason why he seemed different that morning.

“I think, you know…Things…things aren’t going to be like before. But... we’re here, it’s over.” Over. Will it ever really be over? The War has ended, the Games are no more. Katniss, Peeta; they both came home. This is supposed to be the time for, what was it that Dr Aurelius said, ‘healing’? How could Katniss ever heal? How could she ever forget?

Katniss knows what Peeta is trying to say, she understood what he wanted. After everything that he went through, after everything that happened, he wanted it to be done, wanted it to be over. It was the only way he could ever live a life, a decent life. Katniss wanted that for him, she truly did. But wondered if he’ll ever get it. “We have to move on.”

“We do.” Nodding along, Peeta gave Katniss a small smile and his hand found hers once again. This time, it was Katniss who moves closer, allowing her fingers to stroke along Peeta’s knuckles. She doesn’t want to stop, but eventually placed her hand into Peeta’s, feeling that warmth once again. The hunger wasn’t quite there, it wasn’t ready, but Katniss could feel it growing, blooming. It was almost ready to pounce. Almost.

“Together?”

“Together.”

[pcraspcra]

"To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed."

the only thing the games had ever given katniss was the sense of who was truly her family. through the years of torture by the capitol ever since her bold move against them that first year. the year that katniss had almost put those berries in her mouth, simply because this boy, this wonderful boy, who had slowly snuck in to her heart. she became more trusting as she saw how hard he’d fought for her, in turn forcing her to do the same for him. she needed him in her life. maybe it was romantic. maybe it was simply because in a world where she’d have been just another dead kid, this boy was willing to take punishment to allow her to live. he may not have even known how close she’d come. 

they’d rationed everything. but she still couldn’t put her name in the games, allowing them more food. and without her father there to work and her mother in a deep depression. he had been there, offering help when it brought nothing but pain for him. he would probably never know how much those burned crusts meant to her. how it melted her heart who had felt nothing but anger - at the capitol, the mines, her mother - since her father was still her father. and not a painful memory in the back of her head. 

peeta, the bread, and the dandelion unlocked something to help her heal past wounds and she would owe him that for always. he was her family. and then came haymitch, effie, her styling team, tigris, and every other person who saw who she was and liked her despite it. they took her briskness and emotionless way to push others away and continued to show they’d still be there to help her when she needed them. before she hid her pain behind her anger. but now without that ice, the anger was no longer loud, the pain dull and almost no longer there, healed over and scarred but affecting her forever. she started to enjoy the happier times they finally had after the end of the war. her family, happy and fed, living without the fear of losing each other within the games. she had her sister, her children, gale (though his distance over in district 2 tore at the seams of her heart), finnick, annie, and their beautiful children, and even her mother who visited when she could. people she once didn’t have. when it was just her and prim, taking care of each other and their mother. 

growing up impoverished and starving gave katniss a coldness whereas it gave prim that warmth. they both have that spark to do something about it. prim immediately jumping in to helping district 13, and katniss, standing up for everyone and publically challenging the capitol. because it was unfair, and by god, someone had to say it. there was no good reason for her family and other districts to do all of the work and be left with scraps while the capitol uses children’s deaths for entertainment and eating until they want to puke. they did it to her ancestors, and they did it to her. 

imagine if that boy hadn’t burned and thrown that bread...

                                           ...the girl would never have caught the world by fire.

[mega-aulover]

What do you think about Madge Undersee? Any headcanons?

Do you think her gift of the gold Mockingjay pin to Katniss just a coincidence? Or is there any connection to the rebellion in District 12?

Why do you think she brought the morphling after Gale’s whipping in Catching Fire?

How did you feel about Madge’s exclusion from the movies?

Who would be your fancast for Madge if there is a new adaptation?

Thank you so much :)

@curiousnonny

I’ve made whole meta on Madge. It’s buried somewhere on my Tumblr.

However, in the movies, I didn’t like the way Katniss got the gold Mockingjay pin from a woman who is supposed to be Greasea-Sae in the movies.

Like it was unmistakable error to give a gold pin for nothing at the Hob???!!! Gold still holds value in the time of Katniss, because most likely, coins were made from gold. Jewelry is always liquid cash.  Marilyn Monroe sang diamonds are a girls best friend -  and gold platinum silver never lose their value.  That gold pin could’ve been a small fortune to someone like Katniss, at least a year or two salary.

My head canon is - Madge gave the gold Mockingjay pin to Katniss, as a way of making sure that Katniss’s family was taken care of after the hunger games. Mrs. Everdeen could have sold that Mockingjay pin for a small fortune. With careful planning the Everdeens could have had enough funds to live on so that Primrose didn’t have to take tesserae.

I like the way that Suzanne wrote it in the books because Madge is doing something for a girl that she really cares about. A pin that came home with her dead aunt and that was a family heirloom. Knowing now, what the Mockingjay represents to Snow, makes it so much more valuable. 

I think Madge brought the morphine because she cared about Gale and also because she cared about Katniss and she knew that both of the people she cared about were probably hurting.

Also, if Madge would have been added to the storyline, and she had that interaction with Gale-the medicine a lot more and also it would’ve shown how much the destruction of district 12 meant to Gale. because they were people that he lost.

So that scene when he is in district 13 talking about what he lost in the movie which was poignant it would’ve been even more got wrenching. SIgH!!Lost opportunities….

I don’t think it was a rebellion pin, per se for Madge. I don���t think the Donner Sisters were rebels, either. Maybe someone in their family might’ve been rebels after the war. They would’ve have to been rich in order to have such a pin pass down from family member to family member. Possibly a family like the Plinth. Who were rebel sympathizers but never got the opportunity to leave and lost their money during the war. Possibly constructed the pin as like I said, liquid cash.

If there was ever an opportunity to do the book series as a miniseries on TV because I don’t think a movie would do the books justice - I’m not sure to be honest it have to be someone really beautiful hopefully someone who is you know a little bit humble, but someone who makes an impact so that people can see them Verity between Madge Undersea, Delly Cartwright, Levvy and Katniss, and you can see the disparity in the hunger between all four girls.

[antoine-triplett]

Book Katniss and Movie Katniss.

What key point or best qualities of Katniss' that lost in the movie adaptation?

What do you think about Jennifer Lawrence portrayal of Katniss?

Thank you 😊

@curiousnonny

Katniss is a tough character to portray on screen because so much of her personality is happening underneath the surface. Which is just… so ironic given the source material. A good deal of her humour and observations get lost because we don’t have her constant narration to rely on and she often keeps her true feelings close to the chest. It’s just an unfortunate reality of using two different mediums to tell a story. It’s most apparent in Mockingjay Part 1 where she doesn’t actually do much but has a lot of thoughts. They seemed to struggle to effectively convey her jumbled feelings while also making a decent action movie. I saw the movies long before reading the books and that one confused me a bunch. I didn’t understand why she was suddenly so obsessed with Peeta, especially with everything else going on. They erased a lot of her struggles with PTSD and mental health, I guess because it’s not as exciting as tons of explosions? It makes some of her decisions confusing in the context of the movies though because you don’t get the full scope of why she chooses to do some things that seem like a bad idea.

Katniss’ costuming bothers me and I don’t think they quite nailed her character in that respect. Her victory tour outfits make her look like a 35 year old lawyer? In the book Cinna pointedly tries to make her look younger during that part to make her seem more innocent (they kind of do this with the yellow dress at the end of the first movie, but then the vibe for CF is totally different). For some reason they dressed her in blue for a bunch of that movie which seems random. In the book blue has a symbolic link to Prim's character and also Peeta's eyes are blue which inspires some symbolism in her narrative, but they don't allude to anything like that in the movies. It could have been an opportunity to subtly show her starting Capitol trends by having people wear a signature colour (hello red, orange, or gold because it’s called CATCHING FIRE, but they chose blue?) of hers or something but they were just like meh, she looks fancy, good enough. I wouldn’t mind so much if her costumes weren’t actually important to the plot, but they are significant enough to have a bit more care taken in that department. Cinna literally gets killed because he uses fashion as a way to protest against the actions of The Capitol. The Mockingjay movies aren’t as bad, but that’s mostly because she’s wearing standard issue clothes from 13. She’s back to wearing lawyer clothes and looking like she’s going to a photoshoot at the end. Like…

This is not Katniss to me and she was in charge of dressing herself by that point and also deep in the throes of PTSD/canonically looking like crap. Even the yellow dress she wears in the final epilogue scene irks me because it feels little out of character, like they were just trying to find a way to make her look different/older. (And, of course, suddenly hyper-feminine because she’s a mom and wife now and the only way to do that is in a pretty dress 🙄)

I imagined her wearing more stuff like this when given the choice, and the green/brown/neutral colour palatte makes sense for her character:

Jennifer did a good job, but Katniss being white washed is shitty. No shade to her, but they could have easily found someone more fitting to the character description full stop.

[annonniiiiieeeee]

how did the alliance between leo and the younger tribute happen? i’m assuming raph and his younger tributes alliance happened similarly to rue and katniss’s, but i would personally love it if you expanded on leo’s ally, like what’s their name, gender, family, stuff like that

Oh I had to think on this.

I know they are young.

Raph very much has the Katniss Rue relationship. I’ve decided to go with Angel from tmnt 2003 for her. She’s from district 7 and is 12 which is why Casey runs to Leo when she dies. She was one of his tributes and she was young like he was in his games.

Leo how every I’ve been thinking about. I don’t know if I want another kid from 7 that’s 3 years in a row that district would have at least one of their tributes be under the age of 14 and the odds for that aren’t great.

I’m think that they are from district 10, Usagi’s district.

Now this gives me some characters to work with. I could use Noriyuki. But I kinda of adore the kid and I already have Mifune as a capital citizen. So I don’t think I’ll go with him.

I’ve been debating boy or girl. I think I will go with a boy as I want Casey to identify with the kid Leo’s protecting as much as possible. (Remember Leo’s game happens right after Casey’s)

So I’m going to go with a 13 year old boy named Rakuyou (it means falling leaves) he’s from district 10. He’s a Pikas. If you don’t know what that is, they are found in Japan. They are part of the rabbit family but they have no tails.

Pikas!!!!

He’s young. He’s small. He’s doesn’t have a lot going for him. Even coming from Usagi’s district he’s hasn’t trained with Katsuichi. He’s barely worked as a butcher. He knows we’re main arteries are but that’s all he has going for him. He’s a stubborn boy but was quite gentle back home. He comes from a poorer family and took out tessera to help feed them. He’s going in knowing he’s going to die but also want to make himself the biggest problem he can.

The year before Casey Jones won and he was Rakuyou age at the time. Rakuyou could do it. Or at least he doesn’t have to be the first to die. He want to go down swinging.

I think Rakuyou is the youngest tribute that year. Leo loses his district partner pretty early on probably in the opening blood bath. One day he runs into Rakuyou. The boy has escaped a close encounter with the careers but he’s injured.

Leo has to make the decision to mercy kill the kid now or try and help him. And Leo can’t bring himself to kill a kid one year younger then Mikey. Leo is still interested in medicine and knows how to patch up wounds. He helps take care of his brothers and other peoples injuries back home.

Their alliance starts with Leo helping the kid out. Rakuyou doesn’t trust Leo at first but why would Leo waste the time helping him only to kill him later. Leo and Rakuyou stick close together. Leo didn’t want to be the one to kill the kid, it’s early enough in the games that he doesn’t have to worry about being the final two. He’s just going to keep the two of them alive for as long as he can.

When he’s away getting food Rakuyou gets attack and this time he isn’t so lucky. Leo comes back just in time to see the careers finish him off.

Then it’s hunting time for Leo.