#katniss everdeen x fem!reader

[iiiknowplaces]

katniss everdeen x reader

summary: katniss wants to teach you how to hunt, but she soon realizes why you don't do it.

warnings: fem!reader, reader's very sensitive, fluff, established relationship.

she begged you to let her teach you how to hunt. you reluctantly agreed, knowing how sensitive you were to murder, but she looked so excited, you couldn't say no. now you stand in the woods, hands shaking as you hold the bow. katniss stands behind you, one hand on your waist and the other guiding you. as she gets the bow into position, she wraps her arms around your waist.

"okay, baby, go ahead and shoot."

you pull back the arrow, wincing as it cuts through the air. it barely misses the target, which was a piece of wood. you knew it wasn't an animal, but you couldn't help your mind from changing it to a cute little bunny, and you soon felt bad for shooting. katniss sighs, seeing the look on your face and realizing that this might not've been the best idea. she pauses before deciding to speak.

"it's okay, sweetheart. that was a good shot, but i can tell you don't want to do this. you didn't have to if you didn't want to, y'know?"

she speaks softly, spinning you around and pushing hair away from your eyes. you avoid eye contact, clearly feeling embarrassed. she mutters some sweet nothings before you can get some words out.

"i just-" you sigh before continuing, "i just felt bad. you seemed so excited, a-and i just didn't wanna ruin that."

she smiled softly at that, realizing that you cared enough to fake this for her.

"you didn't have to. i wouldn't of been mad. we can keep it where you garden and i hunt. i don't want you uncomfortable."

you look up, locking eyes with her and nodding sheepishly. she grins before talking.

"do you wanna go home? i can run you a bath, calm your nerves."

she places her hands on your hips and you smile up at her, cheeks barely tinted pink. you nod and she takes your hand.

"then let's go, okay? we'll do whatever you want."

she'd do absolutely anything you wanted her to, and that's just what she did.

where are all the katniss fics?? like please come back guys we need you 😩🙏🙏

[gorgeys]

FOR YOU ★ katniss everdeen

katniss everdeen x fem!reader

you see katniss for the first time after she wins the 74th annual hunger games

warnings: just some cheesy fluff bc i watched the hunger games for the first time

word count: 1145

note: this takes place after the first movie bc i’ve only watched that one and the ballad of songbirds and snakes 🫣

also this is kinda based on that one forrest gump scene where he’s at the vietnam war protest and jenny starts running to him through the reflecting pool to get to him 😭😭

hope you enjoy!!

the second she steps off the train, she’s already surrounded by the crowd.  some people are chanting her name, others are offering her the three-finger salute, and some are even crying.  she feels peeta squeeze her shoulder as he steps off behind her, and she can sense the smile on his face.

but she can barely feel his fingers on her skin or hear district 12 celebrating around her.  she’s so focused, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd.  there were so many people there to congratulate and thank her yet she only wanted to see one person.

it takes a few seconds before she hears a faint shout of her name.

“katniss!” the voice calls out.  “katniss!”

her ears instantly perk up and she instinctively moves toward the source of the sound.

“katniss!”

it’s clearer now and she’s sure she knows who it belongs to.  she can see people getting shoved in the back of the crowd as someone makes their way to the front.  she doesn’t even need to see who it is before tears rim her eyes.

she involuntarily releases a strained noise of sheer desperation before she speeds up, the crowd kindly parting for her.  the same can’t be said for you as you use every bit of your strength to push past citizens, some of them leaving you irritated glances.

luckily you make quick work and suddenly your unkempt hair catches katniss’ eye.  she notices your rough, seasoned hands fighting those around you to get to her and now she’s nearly running toward you.

she screams your name, letting you know that she’s seen you and reminding you of how intensely she’s missed you.  her voice is raw and distraught.  she reminds you of how painful it is for her to be without you.

only when you’ve made it all the way to the front do you stop and does katniss get a clear look at you.  you stumble out of the crowd, nearly falling, but you catch yourself.  bystanders stare, questioning the importance of your presence, but all you do is look up and meet katniss’ eyes.

she stops fifteen steps ahead of you.  only then does she remember why she had fought so hard to stay alive; why she had killed; why she had refused to give up even when the odds were against her.  because, when she looked into your eyes—your perfect, beautiful, joyful eyes that reflected all of her own emotions—she remembered that it was all for you.

she refused to let her life end in that artificial forest because her life hadn’t truly begun until she was able to be with you.  you were her reason, the single thing that kept her going, that motivated her, that she thought about on every dark, cold, soulless night.  

she dreamed endlessly about returning to district 12 just to be wrapped in your warm embrace, to feel your chaste kiss on her cheek, and to start a new life with you.  in fact, she dreamed about this very moment that she was living in.  she dreamed about everything from how you would look to the way you would look at her.  she dreamed about how it would feel and what she would do, but once she was in the moment, everything was more powerful than she could have ever imagined.  everything was far more perfect than in her dreams.

she watched your own tears swell as your eyes settled upon her.  your hands came to your face, covering your mouth as you fought your natural crying face into a smile.

seeing you cry always made her so weak and she felt her tears start flowing down her cheeks.  she felt her ugly cry begin but she couldn’t help it.  it felt so good to see you that it was almost painful.  you had woven your way into her heart and now the two of you were one.

a tiny part of her brain was scared of what you might think of her.  would you be afraid of her after seeing her kill so ruthlessly?  would you lose your feelings after watching her at her lowest moment?  or worst of all, would you be angry at her after witnessing her onscreen romance with peeta?

she had played into her role during the games—the girl on fire who was head over heels for the baker’s son—but the games were over now and there was no need to pretend anymore.  while peeta may have loved her, katniss’ feelings for him were never close to what she felt for you.  she just hoped that you had realized that too.

no matter what peeta would say to her or how many people were there to worship her, everything seemed insignificant when she was face to face with you.  and you felt exactly the same.  that empty hole in your chest that had appeared when katniss had volunteered all those weeks ago was suddenly full.  with her return to district 12, katniss everdeen has also returned your heart.

she finally started toward you, slowly at first, and then faster.  it didn’t matter who was watching, whether it was peeta or the capitol or the whole world, she had a primitive need to be with you.  and you would accept her with open arms.

she tightly hugged your shoulders, her grip so strong that you couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to.  she pulled your body into hers and kept your face close to hers so that your noses were nearly touching.

your hands found solace holding each side of her face.  she knew how powerful your hands were from all the times you had been hunting together so it meant even more when you were able to hold her so gently.  you always touched her like she was glass that would break in your hands if you weren’t careful.  she relished the feeling; no one had ever treated her so softly and made her feel so special, not peeta, not gale.

when you felt her warm skin beneath your fingers, everything felt all the more real.  she was really there.  she had really survived the deadliest of arenas and now she was here with you.  she was here for you.

you shared a single loving gaze, one that conveyed every emotion.  you shared your sorrow, your pain, your excitement, your joy, your newfound relaxation.  you shared your bare love with each other.

only then did she press her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. your lips fit perfectly as your tears merged into a single stream.  you disregarded air and molded yourselves into each other, willing the moment to live on forever.

a single thought entered katniss’ mind, one that would’ve sounded crazy to anyone but her:

she would’ve done it all over again if it meant coming home to you.

omg i’m so sorry that i haven’t been writing any requests i have 9 sitting in my inbox 😭

the next story will prob be camille from house of usher and then i’ll work on those requests starting with naomi from wolf of wall street

i’ll try to be better y’all 😔

[friendship-ditch]

Her plus One

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Katniss takes you as her plus one to Finnick’s wedding, which is where you learn she gets jealous very easily.

Warnings: None (SFW)

Word Count: 1817

You’d never seen this area of District 13 before. Sure, the walls were still that same industrial gray and the lights didn’t lose their yellow tint, but the trees and grass were a nice change from the rest of the bunker.

Hundreds of people had gathered around for the ceremony, forming a neat line down the middle and right up to the makeshift altar. Weddings in District 13 were never a big event, but this one was partially hyped up for propos, so it made sense.

You stood and watched the happy couple of Finnick and Annie exchange their vows.

Katniss was beside you, arm snaked around yours. The night before she’d asked (very nervously) if you would be her plus one to the wedding and you couldn’t have accepted quicker. The two of you had a mutual thing going on but it was never really made official. You liked Katniss and she liked you, it was simple.

As Finnick and Annie kissed you felt Katniss tense up a little. She moved to stand closer to you and slid her arm around your waist. Her chin rested on your shoulder and she pressed into your back a little.

You looked over your shoulder at her, missing the rest of the kiss.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, surprised by her sudden surge of protectiveness. It was sweet, but a little weird.

Katniss’s smile only touched her lips and she nodded. “I’m fine.”

When you looked back over at the altar, the now married couple had pulled apart and were just hugging. The room erupted into applause and you joined in happily. Katniss only tightened her grip on you.

A few moments later people began to spread apart to dance as the band started to play. The uniform strictness of District 13 was lost and things felt… normal again.

Katniss reluctantly excused herself from you to speak with Prim quickly. As you stood by yourself, you soon felt a presence next to you.

“Your girlfriend is a little overprotective, don’t you think?” It was Johanna, standing close. Your shoulders were practically touching. A smug look spread across her face at your confusion.

“She’s not my girlfriend, I’m just her plus one.” You responded and turned your face back to the dancing crowd.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”

This time Johanna laughed. It was fake and sarcastic, but it was a laugh. She gave your shoulder a gentle slap as if you’d told her the funniest joke in the world.

“Come on, y/n. She didn’t even let you watch the happy couple kiss, don’t think I didn’t notice.” She lowered her voice and moved closer to your ear. “That’s something a jealous person would do.”

You shivered at how close she was and took a step back. Was that what Katniss was trying to do?

“Why were you looking over at us instead of the wedding?” You replied. From across the room you could see Katniss staring at you, evidently not paying attention to Prim.

Johanna laughed again. “I wasn’t staring at you two specifically, if that makes you feel any better.” She noticed Katniss making her way over and nudged you with her shoulder. “Make sure you tell your girlfriend that.”

When Katniss reached you, Johanna had vanished back into the crowd.

“What was that about?” Katniss’s voice was a little bitter, eyes flicking between your face and where Johanna had been standing.

You shook your head and shrugged. “Nothing.”

“It didn’t seem like nothing. She was really close to you.”

As you watched and listened to Katniss, you realized Johanna might be right. The way she was looking at you through narrowed eyes, the way her voice was low and sour, the way her hand slid around yours, fingers interlocking… She was very jealous.

“Just some friendly Johanna banter, that’s all.” You waved it off. Everybody knew Johanna wasn’t afraid to break a few boundaries for some entertainment.

Katniss slowly nodded as if she believed you but her expression remained stark. Her grip on your hand tightened.

“Really, Katniss, it’s okay.” You assured her. You moved to stand closer to her, leaning your head against her chest.

She wrapped her arms around you and held you tight, like a bear. “Alright.” She murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. Her body loosened a little. “I believe you.”

You smiled up at her, eyes trailing over to the dance floor where everyone was laughing and having fun. “We should dance.”

Katniss agreed with her own small smile and quick kiss. The two of you made your way over to the dance floor, joining in.

It was fun, dancing with everyone. All of the spinning and clapping and partner changing, you enjoyed it with a gleeful smile and danced your heart out.

Katniss, on the other hand, wasn’t so pleased. Every time you switched to having a solo partner that wasn’t her, her red face hardened and her eyes stuck to you like glue.

When you finally ended up dancing with just her, her grip was incredibly tight and she was so close you could feel her hot breath on your face. She kissed you once and it was long and desperate, then she pulled away.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked softly. You were worried now. She never acted like this.

Katniss nodded again and wrapped her arms around you. It wasn’t part of the dance and the two of you stopped spinning with everyone else. Her embrace was tight and protective, her head on your shoulder.

“I think I’m done dancing.” She said and you knew better than to push it.

When she finally released you from her tight hug, the two of you walked over to the seating area. She was holding your hand once more and in the lead as if she wanted the two of you to get out of there quickly.

“Y/n!” A voice called and you stopped in your tracks.

It was Annie. She came bounding over with a wide smile, her veil having been abandoned so she could dance. When she caught up, she offered Katniss a friendly wave and then turned to you once more.

“Where are you going? We need an extra person for–”

Suddenly Katniss slumped into you a little, leaning most of her body weight on you. You gave Annie an apologetic look, asking her to wait as you turned to check on Katniss.

“I’m not feeling very good.” Katniss mumbled as she wrapped her arms around yours once more. “Can we sit down?”

You sighed and nodded. “Sorry Annie, maybe later. I’m going to sit with Katniss for now.”

Annie nodded with an understanding smile. She reached to pat your shoulder and Katniss let out a little groan. You watched as the other woman walked away and then you brought Katniss to one of the benches.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, feeling her forehead. She was warm and red but not in a feverish way.

Katniss laid her head on your shoulder. “I’m just a little dizzy. Can you stay with me?” She wasn’t exactly giving you an option with the way she was using you to hold yourself up.

This whole situation was a bit… fishy. Katniss was fine just moments ago. You ignored your suspicions though and nodded.

“Of course.”

She smiled a little and hugged your arm tighter.

And so the two of you sat there for a while, watching the festivities. You didn’t mind sitting aside as you were pretty tired too. You and Katniss just talked in soft murmurs and she rested through her supposed dizziness.

Quite a few times somebody tried to come over and talk to you but Katniss always found a way to end it before anything happened. By the third time she suddenly insisted she felt sick and asked you to bring her to the bathroom, you caught on to the lie.

“You’re not actually sick, are you.” You said, standing beside Katniss. She was holding onto the sink and watching cold water run down the drain. When she didn’t respond, you tried again. “Come on, Katniss, tell me the truth.”

Finally she sighed and turned the sink off.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“You’ll think I’m crazy.” She faced away from you and crossed her arms.

You shook your head, grabbing her arm gently and turning her back around. You were pretty sure you knew the answer but wanted her to say it. “Try me.”

Katniss sighed again, her face heating up. “I’m just… I just get really jealous, okay?” She said. Her eyes were still angled towards the ground. “I don’t like it when you talk to other people, because you’re so–I’m scared somebody else will catch your attention and you’ll fall in love with them and then leave me.” She blurted out bluntly.

Her confession, although expected, was still surprising.

You gently tilted her face up with a soft hand, seeing the tears brimming in her eyes.

“Why would you think that?” You murmured softly. “You know how I feel about you. I’m here as your date, not anyone else's.”

“But you’re just so gorgeous and kind and I love you. I feel like other people are going to think that too and then they’ll try to take you away from me. But they can’t do that because you’re mine.” Katniss mumbled, hot tears spilling down her cheeks.

You stood on your toes and pressed a soft kiss to her quivering lips.

“I love you, and only you, Katniss.” You murmured softly, cupping her face when you pulled away. “I promise.”

Katniss smiled weakly. “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Very sure.” You assured her gently. “You don’t have to be jealous.”

“I can’t help it.” She whimpered and tried to pull away but you held her in place so she kept blubbering, still crying. “I don’t want you to talk to anybody else, or dance with them, or even look at them, because it feels like my heart is breaking apart and… and you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You repeated in a gentle agreement. You brushed hair out of her face and wiped her tears with the sleeve of your gray jumpsuit. “If it makes you so uncomfortable in there, how about we go back to my room? We can just hang out there together.”

Katniss’s eyes lit up. “Really? Just us…”

“Just us.” You nodded.

She smiled softly and nodded too. “Please.”

The two of you crept out of the bathroom together. Katniss held onto you defensively the whole time, pulling you away whenever anyone tried to talk to you. It was a little rude to the other people but you didn’t really mind. Katniss was your main priority right now, just as you were hers. You could apologize later.

[f4riedimples]

imagine you and Katniss laughing over you, just always having this long skincare routine while she just washes her face with cold water

imagine Katniss loving all the crazy you spots you hide your favorite candy. dressers, slipping it in her pocket,(your bra)

but also…

imagine Katniss just easily sitting you on the kitchen counter or table as she grips the your tightly and slips her tongue in your mouth

imagine Katniss making you call her daddy as her strap hits the spots you didn’t even know you had.

[allisluv]

hiiii madi again!

ik i've asked for sooo much lesbian!katniss shit but i need comfort today so,

would you mind doing a katniss comforting fem!reader after a panic attack with kisses and affection?

ly <3

kissable.

pairing: katniss everdeen x fem!reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, description of a panic attack, physical touch as a grounding technique, praise, kisses, teasing, katniss is a softie.

word count: 0.7k

Katniss can tell something is off the minute she gets home from hunting in the meadow. The cottage is eerily quiet and it puts her on edge. She sets her bow and arrow down on the hook by the front door and follows her gut instinct, footsteps soft as she moves towards your shared bedroom.

She stops outside of the door, hesitating for a split second, before peeking her head inside of the room. A subtle frown tugs at the corners of her mouth when she doesn’t immediately set eyes on you, but then she hears the quiet sniffles and muffled sobs from the other side of the bed, and she knows what’s going on.

Shrugging off her leather jacket and laying it on the back of the desk chair, she moves effortlessly to the side of the bed closest to the windowsill. Sure enough, she finds you curled up in a tight ball on the floor with your back against the bedframe.

Katniss has been witness to your panic attacks more than a few times to know what to do in this situation. She crouches down, ignoring the click in her knees, and settles beside you. Your chest is heaving with uneven breaths and she can tell that panic has well and truly got you in its clutches by now.

She reaches out a tentative hand and once she’s sure you’re not going to freak out, she links your pinky fingers together. The last thing she wants to do is make it worse, but she knows that, right now, you need her support, and she’s glad that you’re responding well to her.

She shuffles closer to you, inch by inch, until your knees are touching. Your ragged sobs are still going strong and you’re starting to hyperventilate.

Katniss places a reassuring hand on the length of your back and smooths her fingers up and down in gentle motions. “Breathe, darlin,” She reminds you gently. “Put a hand on your tummy, okay?” You shoot her a quizzical look and she smiles. “Just trust me.”

Tentatively, you put a hand on your stomach, and she squeezes your shoulder in approval.

“Good job. Youre doing so well. Now, we’re gonna redirect your breathing to your tummy. You just keep your hand there. It’s going to help because it’s sending subconscious signals to your brain, a silent reminder to breathe, if that makes any sense. You get me?”

You nod, furiously wiping the apples of your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I get you,” You eventually hiccup out in-between shuddering breaths.

She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re doing such a good job, darlin’. Just keep breathing with me, alright? You’re nearly there, you’re starting to calm down already.”

It takes a while and a lot of patience on Katniss’ part, but eventually, your breathing starts to even out and you start to come out of your panic-induced high.

“Feeling any better?” Katniss asks softly, still rubbing your back.

You nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Sorry.”

Katniss tuts and shakes her head. “You don’t have to apologise, baby. It’s not your fault.”

“I was crying like a baby,” You mutter.

“You’re allowed to have emotions, you know. It doesn’t make you weak and it doesn’t make you a baby.” She pauses and smiles slyly. “Someone very wise once told me that.”

You roll your eyes fondly, but you can’t help from smiling. “Really? And who would that be?”

Katniss lets out a sigh of relief now that you’re coming back to her. “Hm. Well, she’s really pretty. Drop dead gorgeous, some would say.”

“Mhm. Tell me more.

“And she’s got this face that’s just…” She kisses your forehead, “…so…” She kisses the tip of your nose, “…Kissable,” She pecks your lips. “—But you wouldn’t know her.”

“Katniss!” You scold, but she just throws her head back in a laugh before pecking your lips once more. She peppers your face with kisses until you’re giggling, and the tears have dried up.

Katniss leans back and cradles your face in her hands. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head and she hums. “That’s okay. We can talk about it later. But for now, I think you should let me run you a nice warm bath.”

“Only if you’ll get in it with me.”

“I thought that was a given, darlin’.”

[iluvmegantheestallion]

Being katniss everdeen Girlfriend~

Katniss everdeen x black! reader

● you and katniss knew each other since you were children since you guys live in the same district.

●Katniss really had a hard time making friends and never showed her true self until she saw you, katniss felt this urge of protectiveness for you since you were so shy and kind, and she like that about you and she'll do anything to protect even if it gets her killed, she had a soft spot for you that no else saw but as a kid she never really knew what love was like till she got older.

● Katniss protected you from boys when you both went to school. Some boys wanted your attention, others bullied you. This one time, katniss puched a boy in his face for making you cry. Ever since that, she had a reputation for being a bitch and unlikeable but she didn't care as long as she kept you safe.

●Anytime you were upset or sad about something, katniss would do anything to make you happy even if you were going through your dark times.

●always have her arms wrapped around you all times to get people a message that you're taken.

●She wasn't big of affection to the public, but she's very affectionate towards you behind closed doors.

● You sleep in katniss bed to comfort her when she has another nightmare.

●Katniss taught you how to hunt and defend yourself since you've seen katniss hunt and shoot bows with her arrow.

●Katniss will demonstrate how to use the bow. If you were nervous, she would grab your arm and help you shoot the arow to the right angle and put her hands around her waist, which gave you butterflies in your stomach.

●When you guys were both in the woods, she will get flowers for you in put some in your hair, and she'll tell you look pretty like angel.

●Katniss would have Nightmares and panick a lot so you comfort her and start singing to calm her down, katniss always loved your singing she thought it was really beautiful, and it helped her calm her down as you hug her holding her tight kissing her on her forehead.

●Wiping away her tears as she sobs onto her shoulders, Ever since katniss joined the hunger games, it traumatized her. You saw everything all the danger they put her through and seeing her tears. You loved how strong katniss was, but She needs to learn it's OK to be weak and vulnerable and still be a strong person.

●Anytime you would bring up the games with katniss, she didn't want to scare you and also not to relieve the pain and sadness she went through.

●You'd brush Katniss long brown hair. You would always sing peacefully as you would braid her hair. Katniss loves you to death and puts her life at risk since President Snow can kill you and her family if he wants to.

●Katniss confessed her love to you in the garden just like she imagined right by the water,sun shining, and the birds chirping.

●Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" katniss confesses with a smile on her face.

●"Yes." You beamed happily, and katniss holds your face as she kisses you passionately with all the love she has for you. Both of your foreheads touching as you hold each other hands.

● "I love you." Katniss whispers softly.

●"I love you too." Y/n says as she kisses Katniss, nothing will never tear your relationship apart.

[kweunbiz]

guys please come back we need more katniss fanfics

[darknight3904]

All Yours, Coryo

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇx. ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʟᴀɢꜱ. ꜱᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ.

ɪ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜɪᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ.

ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

Coriolanus has never been the easiest person to understand. His mind was always racing and it kept you on your toes. Even now as he fretted over his appearance in the mirror you could tell his mind was thinking of a million things beyond whether or not his tie fit him correctly.

"For what it's worth, I think you look perfect." You say, sipping at your drink, you had been ready for nearly twenty minutes while Coriolanus was still figuring out what tie matched his pants best.

"I'm sure you do but this isn't just any party, I'm campaigning tonight and everything must be perfect." He says adjusting his hair even though it already sat perfectly styled atop his head.

It was Coriolanus' 23rd birthday and instead of celebrating like you usually did, you were both spending it at a party full of people who might help him reach the presidency by the beginning of next year. You approach him and wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"It will be." You assure, pressing a kiss to his exposed neck where his makeup artist did a wonderful job at covering the marks you had left behind last night.

"If all goes well tonight, you might just become the first lady of Panem one day." He smiles at you through the mirror

"Does that mean we're getting married?" You laugh, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the idea of being with him forever

"Maybe..." Coriolanus says suddenly avoiding your eyes as his face reddens under your gaze.

You giggle at your boyfriend's flustered face, despite how grown up he had become in the past few years he was still the same boy you met at the academy all those years ago who just wanted his own bowl of fruit to gobble down.

"You definitely wanna marry me, Coryo!" You say almost as if you had discovered a secret of his.

"Well if you're not interested I can always find another." He jests, finally tying his tie.

"Oh please, I'm the only one who could ever tolerate you." You smile as he spins around to face you and rests his hands on your hips

"That you are, darling, that you are." He smiles and presses a chaste kiss to your lips

Coriolanus is sure you are his favorite person in the entire world. From the way you'd laugh at his jokes to the way your nose whistled when you slept, he loved it all. Even now as the two of you had long abandoned your teenage years and stepped into adulthood, he knew he didn't want to lose you. His interactions with Lucy Gray and his time in District 12 had only solidified how he wanted you to stay close to him. He watches as you cross the room to slip into a pair of pretty high heels, he loved the way your dress sat on your body, it was perfectly fitted and he wondered what designer had been able to craft it so perfectly.

He looked back at the mirror and pretended to fiddle with his outfit again even though he knew he looked perfect. Instead, his eyes cast to the small table next to the mirror where a collection of photos sat you and him over the past five years. His favorite though was the one that was taken at your 17th birthday party. He remembered how warm it had been, and at one point someone had filled a bucket of water and tossed at you. He had expected you to cry out and push everyone out of your home but instead, he was met with your laughter and thus a water fight had begun. The picture of the two of you had been taken not even twenty minutes later, both of you were drenched but happy and you had linked your arms together right before the picture was taken. Sometimes he wished to go back to those moments, to relieve the last bits of his boyhood even though it meant going back to that decrepit building he once lived in and the taste of cabbage a constant on his tongue.

"Thinking about the past?" You ask from across the room.

"Thinking about how ugly we look here." He says picking up the photo

"Nonsense, we're adorable in that. If I remember correctly that was taken a few weeks before you tripped me in my room trying to slow dance and then you gave me the kiss of a lifetime." You smile

"I didn't trip you, you tripped me with your bad dancing." He laughed, returning the photo to its proper place among the others.

"Whatever you say, Coryo." You smiled, he could tell you didn't believe one word that came from his mouth about the tripping incident.

These parties were always a bit tedious for you. You enjoyed seeing Coriolanus happy among Capitol elites and you loved the lavish dresses you got to wear but sometimes it became overwhelming. The sheer amount of reporters that were always at these things is what drove you crazy. Coriolanus ate the attention up and answered all their questions about how he'd change Panem for the better but you were usually left answering questions about what your dress was made of or what your relationship was with Coriolanus. He often assured you that once he won the presidency he'd have more control over what was asked and that you'd never have to answer another dress question again. You hoped he won as soon as possible, it was tiring pretending this line of questioning was interesting.

"Is that real gold on your sleeves?"

"Is that ring on your finger an engagement ring?"

"Who did your hair for the evening?"

"Are you going to have the future president's children?"

"Did you seduce Coriolanus Snow for power in the Capitol?"

"How many toes do you have?"

God you wished they'd all shut up, or at least get better questions. Even just something as small as your involvement with your father's company would've been better than this. You ignored whatever trash was coming from their mouths and held on to Coriolanus' arm like he was going to disappear and end up back in District 12 again.

You remembered that day very well, after Coriolanus' tribute had won he had just disappeared despite promising to walk you home after the games had ended. When he didn't show up for graduation either, you found yourself outside Tigris and Grandma'am's new residence looking for answers. Tigris had told you what happened with him and that girl, Lucy Gray, how he cheated with rat poison and a handkerchief of his father's. At first, you had been distraught that he was sent off to District 12, stuck there for twenty years as some peacekeeping grunt, you'd be an ugly middle-aged woman by the time he got back! You had been in the pits of despair about your relationship with him but all it took was one terrifying meeting with Dr. Gaul to change your attitude. Once she revealed that Coriolanus would be back in the Capitol soon, and she was simply testing his dedication to the games, you relaxed. While Dr. Gaul might not have all her marbles you knew she wasn't lying, and sure enough, your Coriolanus returned to you in a matter of weeks.

However, he returned to you differently though. Sure, his head was shaved like all Peacekeepers and the curls you loved to play with were gone, but his attitude had also changed. Perhaps it was that Songbird he never wanted to speak of even now. You could never quite place what happened between Coriolanus and her, all that mattered to you was that he had assured you it wasn't romantic. Just shared ambitions to both win something. In her case her life and in his the Plinth Prize, not that that went well for her since she had disappeared shortly after she went home. You weren't quite sure what to make of Lucy Gray, the mysterious Songbird who had enchanted all of Panem just five years ago. You had only spoken to her once and it was just to compliment her singing during her interview. She hadn't exactly impressed you with her in that moment but she must have impressed Coriolanus at some point if he was willing to break rules for her.

Or perhaps his change was due to whatever training Peacekeepers went through and the death of Sejanus that had rocked the entire Capitol when he was revealed as a traitor, you knew Coriolanus had been close to him. Of course, despite all his changes and attitude adjustments, he never applied them to you. So, here you stayed by his side, happy that he still loved you the same. Soft touches and sweet words remained constant as the two of you aged and explored the advantages of adulthood. One of your favorite things about being 23 was moving out of your family's home and into the penthouse Coriolanus had chosen for the two of you. Waking up next to Coriolanus each day and seeing how he looked before his eyes fluttered open had to be your favorite part of the days you spent together. Brushing his hair from his eyes and counting the freckles that just barely brushed his pale skin was something you did daily until his pretty blue eyes met yours again. Once he did wake though, it was hard to get him to stay in bed with you. His peaceful state was always replaced with a man who was always working towards something, ambition was always fueling him.

You didn't mind his rough exterior that emerged each morning though, Coriolanus was cold and hard on everyone but you. Perhaps it was your shared childhood memories and teenage romance that prevented him from treating you coldly like he did poor Tigris but you weren't sure. One thing you did know was that the boy you grew up with was gone and a man stood in his place, brooding and cold to everyone but you.

"I'm going to get us a drink and then if you want we can dance." He whispered in your ear

"Can you get me that fizzy lemon drink they usually serve?" You ask

"Of course, I'll bring you some of those hors d'oeuvres you like with the cheese as well."

And then, he was gone from your side moving expertly through the crowd. That dazzling blonde hair accompanied by the broadest shoulders you've ever seen on a man disappeared among the throngs of people craning their necks to get a better look at the future president and his pretty face.

"A true marvel isn't he?" a voice to your right said

You turned to be met by none other than Lucky Flickerman, a drink in one hand and a young child's hand grasped in the other.

"I'm not interested in doing an interview, Lucky. If you want information on Coryo you can ask him yourself." You say, ready to walk away from the Capitol's favorite news anchor turned Hunger Games host.

"Coryo...what an interesting nickname, a bit childish for a man who might watch over us all soon. No matter, I would however absolutely love to report on you one day and maybe even that big business you're the heiress of, but I'm actually talking to you for this little one tonight." Lucky smiles motioning to the boy who you guessed was his son. "He was admiring that stunning dress of yours and I thought he might want to see it up close and personal."

For once you didn't mind being asked about your clothes as you crouched down to the little boy's height, he couldn't be more than 5 or 6.

"You have a good eye, would you like to feel the fabric? The designer I met with made it wonderfully soft." You smile, thinking of how Tigris had gushed over the blood-red fabric that would perfectly match Coriolanus' suit with you just weeks ago.

The boy reaches his hand out and brushes it along expensive fabric and a smile grows on his face.

"What's your name?" You ask

"Caesar." He says "I just turned 6 last week."

"Well, Caesar, six is a marvelous age to be, you can do all sorts of things at six. In fact, when I turned six I learned to ride a bicycle for the first time, I did however scrape my knees half a million times. I even still have a few scars on my knees would you like to see them?." You smile at him and he nods.

"Lucky Flickerman, I thought I told your producers that you weren't allowed to bother her with your idiotic questions the way the other reporters do. You clearly don't value your job, if you did you would have listened to my words." Coriolanus' voice suddenly fills your ears as you quickly right yourself, remembering how he once told you you'd have to start holding yourself with more decorum at these events. 'No more acting like a stupid teenager' had been his exact words one night when you were eating dinner together in your shared room.

"It's fine, his son wanted to say hello." You smile down at Caesar, take your lemon drink, and pop some of the food Coriolanus brought with him into your mouth. You sincerely hoped that you weren't about to witness Lucky being fired by the newest mastermind behind The Hunger Games and future the president.

From the corner of your eye, you see Coriolanus cast an intimidating look down at the boy and you resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs and force him to apologize to the poor child who was now cowering behind his father's stylish pant leg.

"I'll see you later, Lucky. We are going to go dancing now." Coriolanus says setting your barely sipped drink and food on a tray of a passing server before whisking you away.

"You're bad with children, Coryo." You say as he leads you towards the dance floor.

"And you're bad at reading people, darling." He says, ignoring the way you pouted at your loss of lemon drink and cheese-sprinkled food.

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused

"Lucky just wanted to get you to answer questions about me," Coriolanus says as he leads you in a dance, the both of you had gotten exceptionally better since your failure at 17 in your childhood bedroom.

"Oh." You say, a bit sad that he wasn't genuinely interested in you, just another dumb reporter who wanted news on Coriolanus' next move. It was amazing how Coriolanus always knew what others were thinking and how to approach a situation best.

"It's alright, just ignore him next time," Coriolanus says, gently squeezing your waist as a form of reassurance.

You nod and rest your head on his shoulder as you spin around the dance floor, suddenly wishing you were tangled up in bed with him rather than dancing in heels that were pinching your toes.

"Can I confess something to you?" Coriolanus whispers, his lips tickling your ear.

"Of course, always " You reply honestly

"I hate seeing you interacting with them." He says in a low voice.

"Them?" You ask

"These people. Seeing them ask you questions about your dress or hair, makes me want to toss them into the arena and watch one of Gaul's mutts rip them apart. I hate the way they look at you like you're a piece of meat attached to my side." He says, possessiveness lacing his tone.

"Oh...well I'm sure they don't all think that way." You try to reason, hoping that he wasn't right about this read on others.

"I doubt it. Look at that one by the fountain in the blue jacket." He says nodding to his right.

You glance over to the fountain and see an old man with a fluffy white beard and white hair to match. He seemed to be carefully watching you and Coriolanus spinning on the dancefloor but you weren't quite sure.

"I'm positive he's standing there imagining what it'd look like if this pretty dress was on the floor and you were on top of him," Coriolanus whispers, knowing it'll have you blushing in his arms.

"Coryo..." You say, trying to keep your composure as he presses his body to yours while you wonder if he's truly right and the old man across the pretty courtyard is truly ogling you.

"Too bad I'm the only one who will ever know what that looks like." He says a certain arrogance in his voice you can't quite place.

"Stop it." You scold, trying to hide the fact that your face is as red as your dress.

"Why? I can't wait to get back to our bedroom tonight and bring what's in my head to life." Coriolanus laughs, his voice was husky in your ears and making you weak in the knees.

"You're so embarrassing, Coryo." You say into his chest, avoiding that sharp gaze he had. How could someone act so well-composed but also have the dirty mind of a perverted teenage boy?

Coriolanus stops leading your dance and hooks a finger under your chin so you're looking up at him again. Sharp blue eyes that felt like they were staring into your soul looked at you, full of passion and want.

"My heart burns for you, darling, as it always has. You're mine, my perfect girl, all mine." He promises before swooping in to deliver what might qualify as the most monumental kiss in all of history.

A certain warmness spreads across your body as he kisses you in public for the first time. It's moments like this with your Coriolanus make your heart swell, these moments remind you that the little boy with the golden curls you met when you were just twelve lives on, just in a different way. You know the teenager you once ate cabbage soup and bread with sweet jam watches over you as you kiss his 23-year-old self, you know he's smiling at where the two of you are now. You're sure that the same boy who once spun you around your childhood bedroom to your favorite slow song is still here with you now, even if he rarely shows his face. Coriolanus Snow is always watching over you, every version of him envelopes you tonight as he shows the world who you are to him.

Your head spins and your lungs burn as you hear a few whoops and cheers from onlookers while others whisper about how Coriolanus' hands are wandering all over your body. You're sure the way he's kissing you is going to end up on some Capitol news reel tomorrow morning but you can't find the heart to care. Somewhere in his chest, you feel Coriolanus let out a deep groan when you run your hands through his hair ruining the way it was perfectly styled for the evening. You gasp when his teeth nip at your bottom lip and pull away, a gasp for air leaving your now surely swollen lips.

"All yours, Coryo." You assure him and lean in for another kiss.

You smile as he kisses back and couldn't care less about what the world around you thinks, you had your Coryo, the boy who you grew up with and ate cabbage together in his decrepit home, the same boy who danced with you despite his own lack of skill. You were with your Coriolanus, the man who was going to carry Panem into a new age of glory.

Part Three

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So I uh sorta ended up abandoning fluffy Coryo thoughts from part one and went with the reader's pov of him at 23, I hope that's okay with all of you. He still loves you though don't worry, it's just in his own Coryo way. His own magically manipulative Coryo way. I was initially going to make this part during the 10th Hunger Games but then I thought, wouldn't it be interesting to see how he interacts with reader post Lucy Gray considering how much she changes his ideals. To make things clear, every moment with Lucy Gray and Coryo has occurred and the reader is unaware of pretty much all of it here, obviously since she's so goo goo gah gah over him.

If you'd like more of my writings about Coryo and you, my fic Blank Space might be the read for you, it also has a part two that is available now You can read them both here. (Yes it's based on the Taylor Swift song)

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— HUNGER GAMES

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

RED MARKED STORIES HAVE DARK THEMES. READ WARNINGS PLEASE.

FINNICK ODAIR

— want and desire (req) dark themes

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

— spring cleaning (blurb req)

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

— victors spoils

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

— lonely waters

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

— my people ft annie cresta

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

— miss officer

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

— breakups and makeups

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

— damage control & lifeline (anon blurb)

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

— unrequited (anon blurb, implied smut)

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

— oh baby! (smut)

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

— capitol girl (req blurb)

— summary: finnick loves his favourite victor.

— love you best part two (req, smut)

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

CORIOLANUS SNOW

— trapped

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

— delicate*

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

— ravage delicate pt 2

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

— safe and sound ft lucy gray baird

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

— worth it

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

— runaway

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

— our little dove ft lucy gray baird

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

— our little dove alt ending

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

— late to the party

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

— brown jewel (req)

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

— temper tantrum (req)

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

— mr president (req)

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

— all grown up (smut)

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

— charity (req)

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

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

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

PEETA MELLARK

— sweet like sugar (blurb req)

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

—paranoia (dark req)

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

SEJANUS PLINTH

— coming soon!

LUCY GRAY BAIRD

— safe and sound ft coriolanus snow

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

— destined

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

—our little dove ft coriolanus snow

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

— our little dove alt ending

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

KATNISS EVERDEEN

— coming soon!

JOHANNA MASON

— underestimate (blurb req)

— summary: johanna learns not to underestimate you.

ANNIE CRESTA

— my people ft finnick odair

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

TRIBUTE!READER

— coming soon!

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

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Jabberjays | Johanna Mason

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But why were they not coming closer?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Definitely."

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

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

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[iiiknowplaces]

the girl in the trees.

katniss everdeen x reader.

summary: you were her favorite girl. one she met in the trees, one that she could never fully decipher and understand.

warnings: fem!reader, reader doesn't belong to a district, kind of established relationship but it's not mentioned??, worried katniss, mentions of not eating.

she had always found you to be an interesting soul. from the day she met you a few years back, when you were lingering in the trees and was startled by her presence, to now. you were her favorite girl. how she met you was unexpected, about three years ago, she was just wandering in the woods when she heard some rustling in the treetops, so she pointed her arrow at the noise. and in a moment of despair, you jumped down, looking equally as startled and confused as she was, and in that moment she knew that you were good. a kind and innocent soul, one with so much depth that she could never imagine. some could call you a nut, or crazy, but to her you were just unique. there was a special song that the two of you made up, a whistle, so that you would know that she's here.

and here she is, whistling that familiar tune that only the two of you know. at first, there was no sign of you, which disappointed her. maybe she was just unlucky enough to come when you were in another district. but then, she heard the routine rustling, and saw you peek out from the trees. you quickly spotted her and jumped down, and she managed to catch you in her arms before you hit the ground. she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, stroking your soft hair and putting her face in the crook of your neck.

"you're here."

she whispered, pulling back and looking over your appearance. you were wearing the same long, white dress you always did, and had the same peaceful look. you were as beautiful as ever. you had always reminded her of a ghost, something beautiful and precious that you could only see sometimes, and that dress of yours made it even better.

"i know."

you whisper back. she had always loved your voice, which was slightly high pitched, yet smooth and soothing. you never had a hint of annoyance or anger in your voice, just straight up calm, which she found crazy with how you're constantly on the run. she gave you a soft kiss on the head, one to calm you and put you at ease. though you never showed it on the outside, you were constantly anxious. she could feel your heart beating quickly against your chest, thudding against her. to try and soothe you even more, she gently placed her hand on your chest, which she could feel slow your nervous heart a little. she looked down and frowned slightly, seeing as you were just a tiny bit slimmer than the last time she had saw you. you worried her so much, constantly on her mind. "is she eating enough? what happens if she doesn't come back one day? is she sleeping enough?" were all just a fraction of the worried thoughts that raced through her brain.

"have you been eating enough?"

she asked gently, trying not to seem judgmental. she was never judgmental towards you, just worried.

"i eat as much as i can, kat."

was your response. one of which worried her even more. you could only stay in district 12 for a bit, before having to run again, but she would make sure you ate enough this stay, no matter how much it costs her. she hopes that one day in the future, you'll get to have a home, preferably with her, and be safe with no worries about the capitol getting involved, but for now, she'll just cherish the time she has with you. if only she knew that her dream would come true.

[seduzist]

katniss is definitely a fast learner.

cw. katniss x fem! reader. smut. minors dni. does anyone still read katniss fanfics? idk

imagine inexperienced! katniss w/ power bottom! reader, you tell her how to do everything right to properly please you and she promptly listens and do even through her cheeks are blushing hard.

while her fingers are knuckles deep inside you, she enjoys the warming sensation but also gets so concentrated in everything, every heavier breath, every time you whine, every squirm that your body unconsciously give because it feels so good.

she feels so, so proud of herself, especially when you praise her, letting her know how good she’s making you feel; “you’re doing so good, kat.”

but even through she’s still inexperienced and unsure of what to do, she’s a fast learner and her instincts to take charge and control of the situation talks louder and she wastes no time in closing her mouth against one of your nipples and one arm around your waist to keep you in place when you squirm a little too hard.

her sudden move made you feel even hotter and attracted to her, and she seems to notice by the way your walls gripped her fingers and the way your nails scratched her back.

after that, didn’t take long for you to come on her - surprisingly - skilled fingers, your legs shaken and your eyes rolled back in your head while you arched your back, calling out her name like a pray. katniss was mesmerized by the sight, completely intoxicated, it didn’t compare to anything she has seen in her life, to any proud of herself she ever felt before, she wanted to, she needed to see it happen again.

when your body stopped shaking and katniss took out her fingers inside of you and her body on top of yours, you kissed her lips, silently thanking her for making you feel so good, but after a few seconds she pulled back, looking right into your eyes with her dilated pupils.

“i need to do it again, can i?” you looked at her in confusion for a moment. “i need to… make you feel good again, please?” she said shyly but still looking determined.

she puts herself between your legs again, and the cold air hitting your core already made you shiver at how sensitive you were, after all you just had a mind blowing orgasm.

“i’m sensitive, kat..” you started but she cut you off with a kiss.

“please? i really want it.” she takes your little smile as a yes and leaned down her body until her face was between your uncovered thighs, which she kissed with love.

katniss looked at your center, so inviting and wet that she feels her own cunt dripping just at the sight and breathing heavily, she looks at your face again, licking her lips.

“teach me how to…” she starded breathless but didn’t finish, she looked so eager and needy, more than you’ve ever seen before.

you breathed in heavily and adjusted your body on the mattress, then brings your hand to caress her cheeks until make its way to the back of her head, silently guiding her on what to do.

“i’ll teach you everything, kat.”

[friendship-ditch]

You really do

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: You and Katniss attend the party together at Snows mansion, then she starts acting a little weird, a little jealous.

Warnings: None really. There’s like one swear word in there but nothing dramatic. (Also, small note, thanks for the request!) (SFW)

Word Count: 2494

A clammy hand gently ran down your arm, clenching your fingers in its own.

The party was loud and colorful. People were everywhere, talking, eating and dancing. You were still at the top of the stairs but you could already tell how overwhelming this was going to be.

“Breathe it all in, children.” Effie spoke with a dreamy sigh. Her wig was tall, shiny, and hard enough to be made of plastic, just like the rest of her outfit. Her eyelashes were dangerously long as she turned to face you. “This is all for you.”

You and Katniss exchanged a glance, hands still locked together.

“Looks cozy.” You stared ahead at the bustling party ahead. Sweat was beginning to prick the back of your neck but you shook it off the best you could.

Effie let out another sigh, this one more exasperated.

“Attitude.” She warned, snapping her fingers. “Smiles. I want to see big bright smiles.” Then she lowered her voice. “I’m talking to you, Katniss.”

Beside you, Katniss mumbled something under her breath but you couldn’t quite catch it. You two looked at each other once more, only snapped back to reality by Effie’s high pitched “Come, come!”

Together the two of you made your way through the heavy Capitol crowd. You took in the odd, exotic looks of the civilians around you but mostly kept your gaze on Katniss as you followed her up the stairs.

Once you two could walk beside each other again, you slipped your hand back into hers.

“A little overwhelming, huh?” You whispered softly into her ear. You two entered Snow’s mansion, still hand in hand and on the trail of Effie.

Katniss let out a soft chuckle, a real smile breaking across her face for the first time in the past hour. “A little?”

You flashed a mischievous grin back at her.

Eventually Effie led the two of you into the backyard that was covered to the brim in decorations, lights of all colors, and various buffets of food.

Katniss locked her arm with yours this time, sticking close to your side. She wasn’t scared, not that she would admit it, but she was definitely a little intimidated by it all.

You were too, but feeling her warmth pressed against your side made you feel a little better.

When the time to dance came around, you rescued Katniss from a group of chatty women and brought her to the dance floor, arm wrapped around her waist.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying this.” Katniss said after a few minutes, her arms wrapped loosely around your neck. Her movements were a little stiff but the fiery makeup and gorgeous dress made it seem almost natural.

You rolled your eyes playfully, hands resting on her hips. “I’m not a big party person.” You responded teasingly. “But you really look like you’re enjoying this. We all know you partied every night back in 12.”

Katniss let out a soft groan and gently bumped her forehead into yours. “Oh, shut up.”

A small smile teased both of your lips and you leaned your forehead back into hers, just resting it there for a moment.

Both of you were stiff and as awkward as a board, clearly not in your element and dragged far out of your comfort zone, but together on the dance floor things seemed almost nice, like you were meant to be here as long as you were together.

“I know the makeup and outfit is a lot but… you do look really pretty tonight.” You murmured softly, standing on your toes to be eye to eye with her. “Cinna did his job well. As usual.”

Now you noticed the faintest blush dancing across her face and that drew a bigger smile out on yours.

Sure, maybe you two were just together for the publicity of it. Your fake love story saved both of your lives in the games and it got you this far together, what was the harm in playing into it just a little more?

Especially if you were supposedly getting married soon.

Not to mention that you’ve had a crush on Katniss for… as long as you can remember. As the only two female victors from District 12 that won the screwed up games together, you both had some pretty cruel shared trauma and were the only ones that really understood each other.

Sometimes you thought maybe your fantasy romance wasn’t really that fake after all, but in the end, things never progressed past TV kisses.

Katniss recovered quite quickly from your compliment. Her gray eyes studied your makeup painted face for a moment and then flicked to your lips.

“Sounds like you want to amuse the Capitol.” Katniss whispered in the same low tone. She leaned a little closer.

You tightened your grip on her waist and let that same mischievous grin lift the corners of your lips. “Who says I’m doing this for the Capitol?” You responded, although you said it in a teasing way. You could never admit the truth to her.

Katniss took the hint. She moved her face closer to yours, just about to kiss you when–

“Katniss, y/n!” Effie called in a shrill voice, scaring the two of you apart. Beside her was a shorter man with white hair and wise eyes. She introduced him as Plutarch Heavensbee, the head gamemaker for this year's games.

You didn’t get another word in as Plutarch guided Katniss away for the two of them to dance. You let out a soft sigh and returned to the food table to maybe find those chocolate strawberries.

Once you found the snack you were craving, you scooped some up onto a plate. When you turned around, three other Capitol women were standing there.

They were even more decked out than most of the others there. Each of their hair was a bright, vibrant color and at least 2 feet tall. They were wearing equally colorful and blinding dresses and their faces were so caked in makeup you could hardly make out what they really looked like.

“You know, y/n, you were my favorite tribute from the 74th games.” One of the women chimed, nudging you with her elbow.

Another one of the women snuck up to your other side, her elbow bumping into yours. “Mine as well! I donated almost all of my money to sponsor you.”

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, knowing you’d barely gotten a single parachute in that rough arena, much less one that you really needed.

This whole situation, as overwhelming as it was, was still quite curious to you. You figured that while Katniss danced away with Heavensbee, you could learn just a little more about the Capitol citizens.

You spoke with the women for a while, most of your conversations were either about the games or about fashion, two things you didn’t quite enjoy talking about but you went along with it either way.

One of the women in particular had no fear at all getting as close to you as humanly possible. You didn’t really know how to stop her as every time you pushed her away, she just came back even further into your bubble.

It’s a good thing you were charismatic enough to keep their attention on your voice rather than on your lips. They weren’t put off from touching your face and the jewels in your makeup.

Finally, when the announcement music began to play, you noticed Katniss staring at you from a few feet away. The expression on her face was shielded and unreadable, but she did not seem happy.

You excused yourself from your fanclub and went to join her on the dance floor once more as President Snow stepped onto his balcony to make a speech.

You tried to slide your arm around Katniss’s waist as the two of you listened but she pulled away. Effie nudged her back into your grip and Katniss reluctantly gave in, though she didn’t make it easy.

You figured this was what hugging a log was like.

President Snow spoke about your wedding and how glad he was to have you here, though his face showed no emotion at all. He lifted his glass to a toast and so did the crowd.

Fireworks went off behind you and you felt Katniss flinch. You pulled her a little closer, arm still around her waist.

She wedged her hand in between your and her side and put a little space in between you two, even though her other hand was still clamped around yours.

After the firework show, you two returned to the dance floor for one last dance before returning to the train.

“Are you okay?” You asked the second you two were dancing. Your hands were connected with hers this time. Hers were clammy again.

Katniss said nothing for a moment. Her eyes flicked from your face, to the ground, and then beyond you. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Katniss snapped softly at you. She tried to pull away from you but you held her in place.

That’s when you noticed the whole dance floor was staring at you.

“To our lovely victors, and to-be-weds!” Effie smiled widely and pointed to you two. She mouthed the words “kiss,” and then waited.

Katniss pretended not to see, so you stood back up on your toes and pressed your lips into hers. She stiffened and closed her eyes.

When you pulled away, you frowned at her. Something was definitely wrong. Even when you and Katniss kissed for the first time in the games, she seemed to enjoy it much more. Now it felt like there was all sorts of pent up anger and resentment in her kiss.

You two stood there silently, soaking in the applause.

Katniss was the first to break out of your grasp. She said nothing else and headed towards the exit.

Effie looked at you with an annoyed gaze but said nothing on the matter. She just hurried you up to follow Katniss.

You two went straight to the train. You stopped to speak with Haymitch for a few moments and then marched right over to Katniss’s room.

Katniss was staring at herself in the mirror, still adorned in her party outfit. Her gaze hardened when you stepped into her room and she inhaled sharply.

“Katniss, did something happen at the party?” You asked. You were worried that maybe somebody had said something to her or done something while you weren’t looking. “Should I tell Effie?”

“No.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nothing.”

Her tone was telling you to shut up and fuck off, but you weren’t giving in that easily.

Katniss finally looked at you. Her face was red with anger and her eyes were dark. She glanced over your shoulder at the door and started towards it, muttering something about getting changed out of her uncomfortable outfit.

You grabbed her wrist just before she could make it out the door.

“Katniss, come on, talk to me.” You pleaded. “I know you don’t like opening up, but I’m your friend! You can tell me things. I want you to tell me things!”

Katniss whirled to face you. “Are we really just friends?” She asked you. “Is that what you think? Is that what you really think?”

You frowned, taken aback by her sudden explosion.

“Isn’t that what we are?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and tightening your grip on her wrist as she tried to wiggle out. “I thought that was our deal.”

“And so did I.” Katniss sighed, half of her anger melting away with just the release of a breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m getting upset, I shouldn’t be pissed over this…”

“No, tell me.” You brought her over to the bed, the two of you sitting beside each other. “Tell me what’s upsetting you.”

“It’s not important.”

“It’s bothering you, it is important.”

Katniss sighed again, this time a little softer than before. She let her eyes lock with yours and you saw the various emotions swimming in them.

“It’s stupid. I just… I get upset when I see you with other people.” Katniss finally admitted. “When you’re close with them, when they touch you, when they try to kiss you. It makes me so angry.”

You almost let out a noise of surprise but held it back so you didn’t anger her even more.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Katniss glared at you, though she wasn’t mad at you, she was just mad. “And I hate it. I don’t understand it. You’re my friend, you don’t really love me. This is all just for show.”

“Is it really just for show?” You asked, almost hesitantly. “People don’t fake kiss each other the way you kiss me.”

Katniss wrinkled her nose as if the idea of admitting the truth disgusted her. Her upset gaze darkened and she stared at you, almost daring you to prove yourself.

You were going to make the first move, but surprisingly, Katniss beat you to it.

Before you had time to react her lips were pressed back into yours, her arms sliding around your waist in an almost passionately angry attempt to prove you wrong. She kissed you for a few seconds, and then pulled away, face redder than before.

You were blushing too, but not from embarrassment, from a relieved surprise.

“You think I don’t really love you?” You said softly, running a hand down her arm until your fingers locked with hers. “Katniss, I’ve loved you for years. What I said in the games wasn’t a lie, and you know that.”

Leaning into you, Katniss just rested her head on your shoulder for a moment. Her breath tickled your neck and her body relaxed.

“I can’t love you… I don’t.”

You shook your head, gently picking her head up off your shoulder and cupping her face. “Come on, Katniss. I think you being jealous that I just spoke to a few other women is a pretty clear indicator that you love me.” You said, letting your voice raise a teasing pitch.

Katniss huffed and rolled her eyes, leaning into your hand. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“You were so jealous.”

The blush on Katniss’s face grew even brighter. She pushed your hands away and then pulled you into another kiss.

“You do love me.” You whispered softly into the kiss, letting one of your hands gently climb back up her face. “You do.”

Katniss’s arms snaked around your torso. “Shut up y/n.” She mumbled, kissing you again. When she pulled away, she kissed your cheek. “Stop saying it, you’ll wear it out.”

“You say it, then I’ll stop.”

Katniss sighed in annoyance. “I love you.” She said softly, her eyes still resting on your lips. “I really do…”

“Good, because I love you too.”

This time, when Katniss knocked you back onto the bed for another kiss, she was smiling.

[f4riedimples]

hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing swell and I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing recently I might start back up soon!<3

I just wanted to come on here and say that I need Katniss Everdeen to break my back so hard that I actually cannot walk the next day. I need to sit in her lap as she fucks into me and makes me fall mommy/daddy I need her to lick my neck and disrespect but probably also praise me for my loyalty I need her to use and abuse me. I also need Cressida to tear into be and start a argument and say the worst things to me before she grabs me by neck and make me scream. I need both of them to make me cry and moan at the same time I need both of them to make my attachment issues worse.

[allisluv]

🕯️ - drabble <3

could u do katniss everdeen x fem!reader where they both made it through the quarter quell together bc she’s a past victor and they both get rescued so they’re in 13. and they’re getting bombed by the capitol and the reader goes to talk to finnick (like katniss and the ‘it takes ten times longer to put urself back together than to fall apart’ scene!!) and he asks ‘how do u know ur gonna be alright’ and she says ‘bc i have katniss :)’ THANK U SM!! (sorry if this isn’t coherent, i just got off work and im very tired…) also happy 100 💗💗

A/N: thank you so much for your request cam! i'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this :(

pairing: katniss everdeen x fem!reader and platonic finnick o'dair x reader

content warnings: bombings, mentions of the hunger games and angst.

word count: 344 words

as pieces of the roof come away and crumble into dust, an eery silence falls over the crowd in the underground bunker. the adrenaline rush is starting to wear off and in its wake, you're left with a hollow feeling in your chest.

instead of letting yourself get caught up in your head, you stand from your bed and search for finnick in the crowds of district thirteen citizens.

eventually, you find him in a corner, staring at a picture of annie like it's the only thing keeping him going. he must sense your presence, either from your shadow looming over him or the way you scuff your shoes as you walk, because he straightens up and tears his gaze away from the photograph, offering you a small, forced smile. "hi."

"hi. can i sit?" you ask, nodding your head towards the spare seat next to him.

"of course," finnick whispers, moving over so you have more room.

you lower yourself onto the bed beside him and he goes back to staring at the picture of annie. "you know, we're going to get her back to you."

"i know," finnick sighs. "i just miss her. i-- i hate not knowing what's happening to her in the capitol."

you mull your words over for a minute. "i can't imagine how you must feel, finn. but i know that you're doing everything you can to get her back to you. and i promise you, we're going to find her."

finnick nods sternly, as if he's trying to convince himself that you're telling the truth. "how do you know you're going to be okay?"

"i don't. but i have katniss to help me."

finnick frowns and you mentally kick yourself for bringing up your girlfriend when his is stuck in the capitol. "but you have me. i know i'm not annie, but i'm your friend, and i can be here for you until you get her back."

finnick smiles softly and for the first time in a long while, it feels like things might finally work out.

[cabotwife]

omgggg feeding us with johanna delusionss, thank you 🙏

could i request a fic set in the 75th games where reader falls off the spinning clock. some angst, hurt/comfort all that good stuff 🙏🙏

ur a savior frrrr❤️❤️

Wait For Me

johanna mason x fem!reader

warnings: poorly written in a rush while hiding in the bathroom at work.

word count: 1023

a/n: sorry abt not posting yesterday, life got busy..

the world tilts.

at first, it’s subtle, the sea leans too far to the left, your balance shifts, your foot slips. the rocks beneath you, slick with mist and heat and blood, betray your weight. you reach out—nothing but air. then your back hits the water, hard.

you don’t scream. there’s no time for that. you hit, sink, and thrash. the salt stings like acid in your eyes, and for a moment, you don’t know which way is up.

the arena is spinning. that cursed mechanical hellscape of a jungle, built to make you dizzy, make you weak. and it works. it works too well.

you drag yourself up the side of the rock ring, fingernails clawing at grooves in the stone. but your shoulder’s wrecked—dislocated or something close to it—and your leg won’t take weight. you collapse halfway up, breath hissing through your teeth.

no one is coming for you.

the sky above is false blue. jungle trees blur past like a child’s toy spun too hard.

you’re not sure how long you lie there. time is warped in this place, measured in mutts and cannon fire. you drift in and out, the pain making it hard to think. you hear footsteps at some point—fast, angry. then a voice, sharp and low.

“oh, for fuck’s sake.”

you blink. through the haze, through sweat and grime and pain, you see her. mud smeared up her arms, axe in one hand, eyes wide with fury. not fear. fury.

she drops to her knees beside you, so fast you barely register it. “what the hell happened?”

you try to talk, but your throat’s sandpaper.

“i fell,” you manage, voice hoarse.

“no shit,” she snaps, but softer this time. her hand brushes your hair back, trembling.

you want to tell her to go, that you’ll slow her down. but you don’t. because you’re selfish. because Johanna is here.

she presses a hand to your ribs, tests your leg, eyes flaring at the way you flinch.

“you’re not dying,” she says, as if daring you to argue. “but you’re not walking either.”

“i’ll crawl,” you mutter. half joke, half pleading.

“shut up.” she leans closer, voice low. “you really think i'm leaving you behind? you’re mine. you're all i’ve got.”

the anger’s not at you, you know it never was. it's at the capitol. at the games. at everything that makes her watch the person she loves bleed out on wet stone.

she lifts you, carefully, arms under your back and knees. you bite down on a scream. her jaw clenches.

“you’re heavier than you look,” she mutters.

“gee, thanks,” you whisper, and her mouth twitches. almost a smile.

almost.

she starts moving, step by step through the wet rocks, holding you like you’re made of something that matters.

the world has stopped spinning, but your body hasn’t caught up. every nerve is raw. the horizon still tilts when you blink, and your stomach coils with leftover nausea. but the cornucopia is still again and the jungle quiet for now.

johanna lowers you onto a bed of tangled ferns just inside the treeline, just far enough to stay hidden from the center. she’s breathing hard, crouched beside you, arms tense like she’s still ready to fight. you don’t know how long she was searching, but she’s drenched in sweat, streaked with grime, and her hands are shaking.

“you could’ve died,” she mutters, voice flat.

you look at her. “well, i didn’t.”

her jaw clenches. she rips off a strip of her already ruined body suit and starts wrapping your leg. you flinch, and she pauses. her eyes flick up to yours, searching, angry.

“i thought you were behind me,” she says.

“i was.”

“you were. then you weren’t.” she yanks the fabric tight, maybe harder than necessary. you bite back a hiss.

you should tell her to go. to find katniss, finnick—anyone who actually has a plan. but she’s here, and she chose to be. you don’t understand it, not fully, but you really don’t want her to leave.

“i slipped,” you say finally. “the spinning knocked me off the rocks. i tried to crawl back up, but...”

“yeah,” she says. “i saw the blood.”

you blink. “you followed the blood trail?”

she gives you a look. “no shit.”

you try to laugh, but it comes out hoarse. “that’s messed up.”

“yeah, well. so’s this whole thing.” her hands move more gently now.

you look up at the sky, blue and unnatural. the arena's playing calm again. you know better.

the brunette finishes tying off the makeshift bandage and sits back on her heels. she’s still watching you, that same look in her eyes. not panic, she doesn’t panic. but something close.

“you’re not dead,” she says again, quieter.

“i’m really trying pretty hard not to be,” you answer.

she shakes her head, then leans forward and presses her forehead to yours. for a second, neither of you breathe.

“you scared the shit out of me,” she murmurs.

you don’t say 'i was scared too'. she knows. she felt it in your grip when she pulled you up, in your half-conscious murmurs when she carried you off the rocks.

her voice tightens again. “if i’d gotten there two minutes later…”

“you didn’t,” you cut in. “you got there in time. that’s what matters.”

she pulls back and wipes her face roughly with the back of her hand. “you’re gonna be slow on that leg.”

you nod. “you’re still dragging me around, though.”

she snorts. “yeah. i am.”