#mockingjay AU

[little-lynx]

THE PARTNERS

Ok, I have this AU in my head where Madge survived and made her way to D13 and became pretty important for the uprising (because of many things, ah, I wish I was better in English to write it all down but unfortunately it just lives in my head). And Plutarch got this idea to make Gale and Madge work together (and make propos of course) to show the alliance between the rich and the poor and how they could overcome their differences and prejudices and work together to achieve their goal and to build new shiny world. And of course it was a complete disaster at the beginning but… it ended up being unexpectedly successful partnership. On many levels, lol.

As you probably already know I have A TON of such AUs in my head and sometimes I just need to get it from there. So I drew this super quick sketch and now I feel better haha. Gadge is ❤️.

[javistg]

I truly have no words to explain how much I've missed this and how happy I am to be back here. Posting an update to my longest WIP.

This story has been my constant companion for many years now. Even when I completely stopped writing, it never left my mind. I knew I had left it in a good enough place, but it's still missing the end I so badly want to give it.

So, here I am, writing again. Posting one more chapter. Thank you for your patience, and for all the kind messages you've sent me through the years. They mean the world to me.

And now... here's the long awaited chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

One Victor, CH 26 is ready!

Propaganda.

"Peeta!" 

Swiveling around, Peeta barely had time to brace himself against the impact of Prim jumping into his arms.

"Thank you!" Prim squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you for bringing Buttercup back!"

Chuckling, Peeta lowered Prim to the floor. "You're welcome, Prim. I'm sorry you can't keep him in your compartment, but—,"

“Oh, that doesn't matter. He'll be OK. As soon as the kitchen staff realizes what a good mouser he is, they'll fall in love with him. It won't take long before he starts pulling his own weight and, in the meantime, Katniss will have to find him some scraps." 

Peeta nodded. It had taken some negotiation with the officers who had greeted his team upon their return from Twelve but, ultimately, they had relented. Buttercup had been allowed to stay outside of the main compound. He would only be admitted into specific areas to work as pest control. But Katniss was authorized to feed him from what she hunted.

It wasn't what Peeta had hoped for, but it was much better than leaving the old mangy cat to fend for himself back in what was left of the Seam. 

Peeta tilted his head towards the dining hall. “Are you ready for dinner?"

"Yes! I'm starving!"

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Hiiii! I wanted to write a little something simple for Everlark and decided to lowkey mix two requests! “A kiss on the chest” and “Katniss learning what they did to Peeta in MJ and kissing his scars”. It was supposed to be set Post-Mockingjay but I instead made it a sequel to my “Peeta wasn’t hijacked in MJ reunion oneshot AU”. If you haven’t read it, it’s fine, the title right there tells you everything necessary to know 😂.

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Summary : Katniss learns more about what they did to Peeta in the Capitol and sets out to try and make him better. [Non - Hijacked Peeta Mockingjay AU].

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Burned. Check mark.

Whipped. Check mark.

Starved. Check mark.

Shocked. Check mark.

Tortured (with water and [redacted][redacted]). Check mark.

I toss the file back onto the table where it was left by Peeta’s doctors, unable to stare at it any longer. Unable to stomach reading every which way Peeta was harmed while held prisoner in the Capitol. Again. I’ve already read it upwards of ten times tonight.

It never gets easier. Reading the extensive list of his injuries, reading the details they managed to pry out of him, visualizing what horrible acts were done to to him, listening to his doctors confer among themselves in sympathy and disgust, they themselves deeply disturbed by what he experienced at the hand of the president himself.

“Sweetheart, would you make up your mind?” Haymitch snaps. He’s in the worst mood he’s been in a while.

“Huh?” I furrow my brow and glare up at him.

“Either read that thing or stop messing with it.” He indicates toward Peeta’s file. “I’ve sat here and watched you throw it down and pick it back up a dozen times already. It’s pathetic.”

“You’re pathetic, Haymitch,” I say back but there’s little bite in my tone. I’m too preoccupied with the image of Peeta trapped in a freezing cold cell, naked and bloody and alone and terrified, and it’s driving me absolutely insane. It’s suffocating me, from the inside out. It’s taking up all of the space in my head, leaving no room for even bickering with Haymitch.

And Haymitch knows it too.

Of course, he of all people should be able to read me. After all, the same stupid file — and his crippling remorse — is undoubtedly what’s put Haymitch in such an awful mood in the first place.

“Just go see him, Katniss,” he murmurs, giving me a pointed look. “Go. You’re of no use to him just sitting out here, reading about what’s already been done. Get up and go see him.”

He’s right and I know it. As much as I hate to admit it, I know Haymitch has me there.

But still, I stall. It’s not that I don’t want to see Peeta. The opposite, in fact. Since his rescue thirty-seven days ago — not that I’m counting exactly — I’ve spent copious amounts of time with him. I’ve spent every waking moment that I could in his presence and as many of my sleeping ones that I’m allowed.

The doctors aren’t really thrilled about our arrangement there. They want to keep watch on Peeta as he sleeps, to watch and study and take notes and examine him further, but evidently it’s rather hard to analyze his nightmares with me wrapped around his torso all night, like a protective pretzel.

It’s not that I don’t want to see Peeta right now. It’s the fact that I don’t think I can look him in the eye, after reading exactly what those monsters Snow hired did to him, and pretend it isn’t all my fault.

“I don’t think the doctors are done with him���” I mumble, avoiding Haymitch’s eyes now.

“Cut the crap, Sweetheart.”

“Go away, Haymitch.”

“Go see the boy or I’ll find a way for you to spend tomorrow filming a propo.”

I glare at him again. “Would you stop?”

“Coin is getting hungry for some new ones.”

“Okay, fine, you win!” I exclaim, springing up out of my chair. “Congratulations, Haymitch. You blackmailed me into going to see my own boyfriend. Happy?” I hiss, kicking him in the shin as I walk past his chair.

Not hard enough to hurt him apparently. Not even hard enough for him to care. Instead he picks apart my wording with a smirk. “Your boyfriend? How darn cute.”

“Shut up,” I call as I exit the room.

The last thing I hear is him making loud, obnoxious kissing sounds in my wake.

-

I slip past the doctors, both the head and the medical, and beyond the nurses and supply carts and trays of food, into the room where I’ve spent more hours in the last month than I can count on two hands.

“Hi,” Peeta whispers softly as I close the door behind me. He’s shirtless, in bed and seemingly half-asleep already, laying on his side beneath the sheets. Waiting for me.

He looks so much better than he did the night of his rescue. His bruises are healing nicely, he’s gaining weight and muscle back, his hair is clean and curly again — thanks to me and Thirteen’s strong, medicinal shampoo — and his skin is starting to lose that scary, pale, translucent look.

But he’s still so hurt. He’s still injured — internally far more than externally — and I swear, I can feel my heart swell up and break into pieces just looking at him too long.

“Hi, baby,” I murmur softly, crawling beneath the blankets and folding him into my arms. Even with all the weight lost, he’s much too large for me to hold completely, so I make due wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and stroking the back of his head tenderly.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, burying his face where my neck and shoulder meet.

A wave of guilt ripples through me. “Sorry I took so long.”

But he shakes his head, still having no room for spite in his body. Even after everything he’s been through, he’s still so sweet. He’s still so warm and kind and generous.

Well, towards me at least. The same can’t be said for his behavior toward Haymitch, who he blames for leaving us both in the dark about the rebellion.

“You were worth the wait,” he whispers. “You’re worth every wait.”

I feel myself blush and cover it swiftly by kissing his cheek. “How was your tests today?” I ask, smoothing his hair back.

He shoots me a sardonic look now and I giggle like a little kid. Every day when his dry humor peaks through the darkness, I get filled with ridiculous, unparalleled — uncharacteristic — delight.

“Still tedious as ever?” I murmur, rubbing his shoulder with my pointer finger.

“Boring as ever,” he mumbles before closing his eyes again. He’s clearly exhausted from all the probing they did today. And I know I should sleep too.

I usually sleep whenever he sleeps, wake only when the doctors make me leave, spend as much time with him as I can before getting sent away. But tonight I just can’t. I can’t make my brain shut off, despite the fact that at least half the compound is in bed, the other not far behind.

And of course, even tired as he is, even with everything going on in his mind, he still notices my distress.

“What is it?” He whispers, not even opening his eyes.

“Hmm?” I feign oblivion.

“Katniss, I can see something’s wrong.” He opens his baby blues, peaking down at me through his long, tangled up lashes. He has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a boy.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I reassure him, kissing his upper arm because it’s the closest thing within my reach.

“You saw my file?” He’s fully awake and coherent now, his voice much stronger than before. His tone leaves no room for question, even if I could lie straight to his face.

“Yes,” I whisper, feeling suddenly nervous he’ll be angry. Maybe it was an invasion of privacy to read it, I don’t know. The doctors left it out, I just assumed it was okay. “Are you mad?”

“No.” He chuckles lightly before moving his hand down to my hip, tugging me closer if even possible. “No, I don’t care. Read it as much as you want.”

He really means it too. He really doesn’t care if I invade his privacy, dig into his business and overstep my bounds. I don’t know if I’d be so generous if the situation were reversed.

Then again, going by the things I just read, he’s already been tortured and humiliated beyond belief. I doubt he has any concern for privacy left.

“You can ask me anything, you know,” Peeta says after a minute and I cup his cheek in my hand, shaking my head instinctively. I can’t ask him to talk about what they did. That would be cruel.

Instead I lean up and kiss him on the mouth, slowly and softly. Conveying every feeling I have for him, conveying every ounce of affection and gratitude and longing pent up inside me.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, Peeta,” I whisper against his lips.

I feel his hand cradle the back of my head, massaging my scalp. “I don’t want to keep anything from you,” he finally says, resting his forehead against mine. “Not anything that you want to know.”

My eyes fall, breaking contact with his. I have questions, yes — understatement if I ever heard one — but I refuse to pry and I’m terrified to ask and I don’t even know where to begin after what I read.

But then something catches my attention. A thick, red, angry line, splayed right in the middle of Peeta’s chest. It stands out vividly against his pale skin and blonde chest hair and I can’t look away from it now.

“What’s this?” I murmur, running my finger lightly across the surface, clocking the way Peeta cringes a little at the contact. “Does that hurt?”

He looks at the wall behind my head for a long moment before nodding. “That’s from a whip.” He meets my gaze again before casting his eyes low. “I don’t remember what I did to earn it.”

“Nothing,” I immediately gasp, my head shaking and brows knitting together. The idea that Peeta earned anything that happened in that mansion blasphemous to my ears. “You did nothing, baby.”

“I know,” he agrees, pressing his lips to my forehead lightly. “I just can’t remember why they whipped me that day.”

That day. Because there’s so many days where he was whipped to choose from. Of course.

My eyes land on another mark, this one dark purple and almost circular, high up on his torso, almost on his shoulder. It’s not a bruise, although at first glance it could be mistaken for one. No, it’s definitely a scar. From what, I can’t tell.

I trace it with my thumb, rubbing it back and forth. It’s raised and rough to the touch, a little jagged even, like it never properly healed.

His hand comes up to touch my arm, almost out of reflex, halting my ministrations. “That’s from the early days,” he explains, with almost a touch of humor in his voice. “They were more creative then… and they had a lot of matches on hand.”

It takes me a beat to figure out what he means by matches. “Fire? Fire matches, Peeta?”

“Yeah.” He nods sheepishly. “Snow had a big supply evidently.”

“I will burn him alive,” I say through gritted teeth before I can think better of it.

“Calm down, firecracker,” Peeta laughs but I’m fuming. I’m fuming mad and ready to fight at a moments notice. I probably could even make a half-decent propo right now, the amount of venom coursing through my veins.

I encourage my own anger, feed it, in fact. Because I want to be angry. I want to feel this rage.

Because if I don’t, I’ll start crying. And that’ll only serve to make Peeta feel even worse. Which I can’t let happen.

I’ve already done that too many times.

I don’t tell him any of what I’m thinking. Nothing good could come from that. Instead I search for a way to mask my anger, protect him from seeing it.

I stretch up and press a kiss against the corner of Peeta’s mouth, traveling to his chin, down the side of his neck and over his collarbone.

He responds by letting out a deep sigh, clearly enjoying the attention.

I journey further down his body until my lips land on his chest, exactly where his scar is.

“What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly, peering down at me now. “You don’t have to-“

“Let me,” I whisper, tracing it again with my finger. He shudders a little at the contact. “Let me make it better.”

I hear him swallow hard. “Okay.” He nods a little, quietly inhaling and exhaling.

I lean in slowly and press my lips to the mark, the whip scar, soft and tender.

I can feel him relax beneath me, deflating almost. I don’t sense any sign of discomfort, so I take that as my cue to continue on, kissing the same spot again and again, moving up and down the length of his wound, creating a circuit and following it repeatedly, waiting until he tells me to stop.

“Katniss,” he murmurs, sounding almost pained, like my name hurts.

“Yeah?“

“Thank you.” His voice is almost inaudible, almost a praise or a plea. Tears leak out the corners of his tired eyes.

I have to fight to keep my lip from trembling, to stop myself from crying too. Instead I crawl up his body, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist and fold my arms loosely around his neck.

“Let me kiss them all,” I say into his skin. My mouth travels across the top of his shoulder, my eyes closed, moving by the touch of my lips alone, not stopping until I land on his burn.

I press kiss after kiss into the bumpy, rough scar, until I feel Peeta’s breathing even out against me. I feel his heart beating against me and his chest rise and fall with mine, and an ember of hope that my method may be working grows stronger.

“Roll over for me,” I urge, keeping my voice as gentle as my touch.

“You don’t have to do them all,” he says but I can tell he’s enjoying this immensely. I can tell this helping him more than any treatment the doctors have recommended.

“I want to, Peeta,” I insist, no question in my tone.

Slowly and lethargically, he complies, rolling over so his back is facing me. I keep my hold on him, both my arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby animal clings to their mother.

He has a plethora of scars and wounds on his back. More than I’ve been able to stomach yet. Not once since his rescue have I been able to truly face the sight before me now.

I begin at the top, resting the palms of my hands on his shoulder blades, pressing my mouth to the center of his spine, to the back of his neck, the back of his ribs, anywhere with a painful mark or dark bruise.

I keep going, never tiring, as if I can kiss him better. As if my kiss can take away everything that’s happened, everything that I unintentionally caused and everything I ache to go back and stop. I kiss him like I can make him whole again. Like I can heal his fractured heart.

Eventually he relaxes underneath me, his breathing evens out again and he goes slack.

Even then, I keep kissing him. Even in his sleep, I refuse to stop trying to heal his hurt.

“I love you, Peeta,” I whisper against his arm, knowing full well that he cannot hear me anymore. “I love you and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you from this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

My lips are still on his back when the doctors order me out of the room.

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[lemonluvgirl]

Golden Cages

New Chapter Posted- (Ch: 22 Now Up on AO3 & FFN)

Small author’s note, I’ve had this chapter written since Thanksgiving but due to plot issues I put off posting. Now I’ve decided to just post so I can keep the story moving forward. 

Chapter excerpt:

“You survived the Games, Peeta. You are not a victor by accident. Even if some people say that you are. They say the same thing about me, that I’m just a fluke, but they’re wrong. I don’t care what anyone says, surviving the Games is a choice. Surviving what comes after them is also a choice. And only strong people can make that kind of choice. So find a way to make them listen,” her voice and eyes are as clear as I’ve ever seen them, and for a minute I can see the real Annie. Fierce and loyal, determined and brave. The girl she must have been before her Games. There’s something undeniably strong about the set of her shoulders and the way she stands, as if she was never broken at all.

[3fluffies]

Fic Update: Songs of War (Hunger Games AU)

Songs of War: Sequel to Favors. AU of Mockingjay. The Second Rebellion erupts after destruction of the 76th Hunger Games arena and rescue of the tributes, but some of the victors and the rebel victors' families are in the Capitol's hands. Katniss, Haymitch, their fellow victors, and loved ones from home all struggle to make a difference in the chaos and pain of war and keep their eyes on the goal of true freedom and justice for the Districts. And even though it's been two years since Peeta suicided in the 74th arena to hand her the crown, Katniss still has him to lean on.

Chapter 1: Many More Meetings. Victors and former tributes awaken on the first morning in District 13 and wonder at the fates of their loved ones as well as their future now that Panem is at war. A few have reunions, including Katniss, who has the chance to talk to Rue and Thresh's families at last. Finnick and Annie steal some time away from Capitol eyes at last. Plutarch introduces Katniss and Haymitch to President Coin, Katniss is having second thoughts about the role the Mockingjay is expected to play in this revolution.

Enjoy! Discussion and debate joyfully welcomed, as are questions and criticism of all kinds!  Feedback! My kingdom for feedback!

[andorerso]

rebelcaptain + the hunger games au

When Jyn Erso was eight years old, her mother died and her father left to become a gamemaker for the Hunger Games. Adopted by Saw Gerrera, her mother's friend, she became Jyn Gerrera and was forbidden from ever revealing her true identity to anyone. Ten years later, it's Jyn's last reaping. Saw, the forgotten victor of the 32nd Hunger Games, had rejected every reward the Empire offered him, preferring to live as a recluse at the edge of the forest in District 12, as opposed to the luxury in the Victors' Village. It's been decades since anyone in the district even recalled that Saw was once a victor himself, but he had made sure to teach Jyn all he knew of self-defense and combat training. It's the only thing she has of him left since his passing two years ago. Now, Jyn just wants to get through her last reaping and survive. But when she hears the name of the young girl she trades with sometimes, Jyn doesn't hesitate to volunteer in her place. She has nothing to lose, except her life, and every reason to believe that with Saw's training, she has a chance at winning the games. A chance that 12-year-old Kerri Andor wouldn't have. Things get a little more complicated when Kerri's brother is picked as the other tribute. Jyn is good at surviving, but Cassian, with his quiet cunning and surprising talent with a bow and arrow, could be a threat. Not to mention that Jyn knows he's the sole provider for his young sister and aging mother; a family who needs him. Who may die without him. Nobody is waiting for Jyn back home. When their mentor's plan to make them seem like star-crossed lovers triples the attention and sponsors they receive, Jyn is forced to play along with the scheme and pretend she has feelings for Cassian. Worst of all? She's not sure where pretending ends and where genuine feelings begin. The gamemakers say they can both go home if they're the last two tributes standing, but Jyn knows better than to believe the pretty promises of the Empire. Soon, she'll have to make a choice. Will she do anything to survive? Or will she let Cassian Andor go home to his family - even at the cost of her own life?

[moon-mirage]

Date

(Because they deserve one... or all of them.)

[maysrinn]

any art with lucy gray’s pregnant belly? ❤️

Well yeah of course, have my personal favorite

Her first pregnancy with Clementine was an experience…for everyone else included

Local pregnant woman screaming at mockingjays

[thesunpersists]

Slutty Mockingjay

A Halloween & sitcom-inspired Everlark story

It has been three years since Peeta met this pretty girl in a (perfectly decent) mockingjay costume and he is ever so hopeful that he can see her again. But to go to the same Halloween party and find the potential love of his life, he has to overcome one big obstacle: his invasive, pig-headed, and painfully unromantic roommates. Inspired by the How I Met Your Mother episode "Slutty Pumpkin" (s01e06).

Read on ao3! 👻

[padfoot-lupin77]

A good two months after reading the hunger games, denial time is over and extensive fanfiction-like headcanons time is here, Finnick survives and goes back to D4 with Annie and ofc they have their kid and in the summer they both visit Katniss and Peeta in D12 and Annie helps Peeta with his episodes because, even though their cases of mental instability are vastly different, she still has some advice to give and also Johanna has moved to district 4 too because she’s now really close with Finnick and Annie and also she had no one back in district 7 and (I’m not sure how much sense this makes to the main part of the fandom but since I’m mostly in the Hayffie side I’ll throw this in here too) and Effie also comes in district 12 a few months later and ofc she stays with Haymitch and any time Finnick Annie and Johanna visit district 12, Jo and Katniss pull pranks on the rest of the group and everyone is just spoiling Finnick and Annie’s kid and they all live the closest to a happily ever after that they can

[javistg]

One Victor. CH 27.

One Victor CH 27 is ready!

I'm sure you weren't expecting this one so soon after the last one 😉

Let me know what you think. ❤️

Celebration.

Commander Boggs glanced around the room. “If no one has anything else to add…” Everyone remained silent. “Looks like we’re done here. You’re all free to go back to your schedules, thank you.”

Katniss, Gale, and Peeta waited for the room to clear. They were about to stand up when Cinna and Portia approached them.

“Hey, Peeta,” Cinna greeted. Focusing on the victor’s companions, he asked, “Katniss, Gale, do you have anything pressing on your schedule right now?”

The hunters shook their heads.

“Would you mind coming to our atelier? We could get those fittings out of the way.”

“Sure,” Katniss stood up, “no problem.”

Behind her, Gale grumbled something under his breath, but mimicked her motions all the same.

“Shall I go too?” Peeta asked.

“No,” Portia said, “we’re all done with you for now.” Leaning closer to him, she mock-whispered, “I’d invite you over, but we need to focus on their outfits, and we don’t have enough space to have guests.”

“Fine,” Peeta shrugged, “I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’ll just go look for some noble chore to occupy my time.”

Laughing, Portia patted his back and, with that, the hunters and stylists were on their way.

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[brookesophelias]

think about how

each five total time i read The Hunger Games Trilogy, the more times I THINK "WE WERE ROBBED" when it comes to Haymitch Abernathy & Gale Hawthorne.

IMAGINE

Gale Hawthorne: the resourceful hunter who thought his 42 slips would give him so much more than... well, nothing. (his family is still wanting, the girl he's crushing on doesn’t see him like that. HE'S A COAL MINER JUST LIKE HIS FATHER TO KEEP HIS MUM ALIVE).

of course, Gale's angry because the Capitol says all he has to is play The Game & he'll be full. But he never gets to play. He has all this anger at his government, for the sickness he sees. so much that it blinds him & all he yearns for is revenge. REVENGE is the only thing that lights him up these days!

he has no empathy for Victors—as he's unaware Haymitch doesn't allow anyone clean or cook for him, doesn't understand Haymitch sleeps with a knife every night for 25 years, & gets through the days drunk because he knows every tribute District 12 lost, the all 49 tributes he fought—when they have all the money & food he ever could dream & don’t do anything with it.

(Gale never knew Peeta's mother beat him for throwing bread to Katniss, doesn't realise Mrs. Undersee's maiden name is Donner).

so when Katniss wants to run into the woods with everyone AND Gale, Gale's (only?) sees "Loverboy," "the Mayor's daughter," as well as the single town Victor who trips on live TV like a drunken idiot.

therefore,when Alma Coin lures Gale into making Rebel weapons, he's enthralled. He is finally doing something useful with his skills & IT'S AGAINST SNOW? sounds awesome!!

it's not his fault President Coin wants to usurp Snow & is using anti-Hunger Games rebellions to do so. it's not his fault Primrose Everdeen is dead.

ok, but there’s Haymitch: resident Quell Victor who begrudgingly lets Hazelle in his Victor’s Village house. Hazelle, with her young children & whose son is pretending to be Katniss' cousin?

i mean (honest) gale/katniss is a major damage to the star-crossed lovers angle

is it because he could young Gale in himself? where Gale is skilled in building & planning & hunting, Haymitch knows methods & truly making something from for nothing

does Haymitch look at Gale's broken body after Thread whipped him & know that the younger man is already more than physically broken without even stepping foot in the Games?

does Haymitch just wish he could drill into Gale Hawthorne's cocky head that being angry at the Capitol is great motivation, just not how he's going about it.

Haymitch would probably give a month's worth of his winnings for life to Gale, just to hug the younger man and tell him: i see you, your effort, your determination to stop suffering?

the thing is: Gale believes he'd be able to survive the arena and still be himself & Haymitch knows that nobody can do that—not Maysilee; not even Peeta.

in all reality, Gale was just a kid that hungered for more than he received in return.

[snowalwayslandsontop]

Coriolanus listened as she talk about the plan that she had clearly already made. Was this a trap? Had Katniss come up with this plan alone or was this a trick? To try and weaken him and his rule? Not that Katniss wasn't already doing that as the Mockingjay. Her very existence was causing him nothing but trouble across almost every District except the few they still had a very firm stronghold in. Peeta was disposable. He had never particularly wanted the boy, he was just useful. Katniss had always been the one he had his eye on, ever since the Reaping for the 74th Games. He should have just insisted she was killed during the Games but Crane had foolishly allowed it to go so far that it couldn't be stopped without risk of riots even back then. Coriolanus should have risked it then, since he was facing a much more significant problem now across all of Panem. The rebels were not interested in peace. They were interested in baying for blood. His blood specifically. Even if Peeta was capable of becoming a spokesperson for the resistance, it was unlikely most would be prepared to listen to him. It was Katniss that brought them together their her anger and fire. That was what they wanted to feed from, not Peetas 'breaking bread' together strategy. With the Mockingjay in the Capitol, it would weaken the movement considerably. A worthwhile possibility indeed. "Oh Miss Everdeen. I told you not that long ago that I don't want to kill you. What makes you believe your execution is the answer?" Coriolanus knew that executing Katniss would be just about the worst thing he could do right now. He was needed to douse the flames she had created and sent tearing across the nation. Seeing her executed would only fan the flames and become a call to arms for anyone that hadn't already picked up their pitchforks and torches. He didn't hold back the soft chuckle when she threatened him. Even when she knew he had the upper hand here, when he had something she wanted, she left no question about what her intentions were if she got within an arms length of him. Annoyingly, he quite liked her spirit. It would have been much better if she was working for him rather than against him.

"Very well. I will play this game with you Miss Everdeen. I'm willing to exchange Peeta for you. Tomorrow, 3pm, I'll have an entire army of Peacekeepers come to pick you up. You may see Peeta before you come - willingly and we will leave him behind." Coriolanus knew they had little to lose and much to gain. The Peacekeepers were disposable. So was Peeta. It was worth the risk to do the exchange, even if he lost everything. "But Miss Everdeen, make no mistake. If this is a trap, you will not enjoy the consequences. I will ensure Peeta is the first to die and you will be left to linger with the consequences." Coriolanus had learned long ago that death was not the ultimate punishment, in fact it was worse to be left behind.

Coriolanus Snow was a man that was rarely surprised anymore. He had lived a long life where everything was well thought out, planned and executed with careful precision. It was necessary when one was in the middle of a war and as far as Coriolanus was concerned, he was always at war. His speeches might claim that Panem had known peace for decades but that wasn't true. It was all smoke and mirrors. There were always rebels. Always unsatisfied savages, thinking they could move against his rule of order. There was always District 13 just salivating over a chance to move against the Capitol, just as they had when he was a boy. He had always sworn he would never see a war like that break out again and he was determined to keep that promise to himself. He had been able to achieve that, until she came along. She was a danger, a spark that had start a fire. Not just within District 12, which would have been bad enough. But her flames had spilled over into almost every other District, even the ones they had the firmest control over. He had flattened District 12, but it wasn't nearly enough. The tactical move had created more complications then it had fear across the nation as so many got wind of what he had ordered. He wasn't apologetic for it. District 12 had always been there for a sheer potential it possessed. It was the easiest District to flatten in the event a firm message needed to be sent. It had the fewest citizens. It was the smallest so it was easier to drop bombs on a small scale and while many Districts relied upon coal, the Capitol could get by without fresh supplies, they'd been stockpiling for decades. He had wanted her after the 75th Games but he'd had to settle for Peeta instead. He could certainly be useful to him. He had been popular enough during the Games, playing the role of the love sick fool so perfectly as if it could somehow save them from the Capitols power. His torture had been long and arduous but it had gotten results. Peeta wouldn't cooperate willingly and refusal wasn't an option. The boy knew that now. He annoyingly reminded him so much of Sejanus that even he had to walk away when the boy had started those sickening screams. He had wondered what Katniss would do, once she learned what he had done to Peeta. He had no expected her to return to the Victors Village and call out that she was willing to take Peetas place. Perhaps he should have. He had been left without a doubt that she loved that foolish boy. The last Games had shown him that because no one could feign that type of hysteria when she had thought she had lost him. He looked at the screen, seeing that she was standing by the desk where he had left the rose for her to find. Clever girl. She had known they were monitoring the house. He had been certain she would return there at some point and there she was, offering herself up as bait. It was all too delightful and all too easy. Was she playing a game with him? "That's quite the offer Miss Everdeen." He knew his voice would be filling the room that she in. What to do, what to do? To take her now could start a riot across the Districts. They all looked to her to lead them and he knew they would know he had kidnapped her. Peeta was a casualty that could easily be lost and barely mourned but no one would view Miss Everdeen that way. "You'll forgive me if I don't believe that you'll simply come quietly or willingly."

[3fluffies]

hi!! been super excited about your new songs of war fic!! i love the way you interpret cashmere in this series and am excited to see more of her!! are u willing to share any little teasers about her arc in this coming story?

Thanks so much! Hmm...the truth is, I'm still deciding what the details of her arc will be in Songs of War. But I'll say this - ever since Gloss was reaped, Cash has lived for him rather than herself, trying to atone for her role in his fate, and they've been physically always close together (not always by choice, as you know from Favors). Now, like all the rebel victors, she has to make decisions about what her open role in this revolution will be - and has opportunities to indulge herself alone. (Sorry, that's a bit vague, but since I'm posting SoW as I go, the details of the story are still developing.)

[millie-mei]

does anyone have any good hunger game modern au fics? idc if they’re tbosas or from the og trilogy please

i’ll give u my glasses and my tennis shoes

[hexsdexs]

More from my thg reread, mockingjay edition

The dialogue is UNHINGED. It's so unhinged that it's funny.

I think it shouldve been in the movies just how uncomfortable katniss was the entire time she was in 13. It makes much more sense.

When she finds her prep team and they removed their physical additions. Katniss describes them as an inflated balloon. When she sees a drain in the cell.

Gale is the worst. And not because of the love triangle manipulation. Because: Absolutely no regard for any civilians. Thinks katniss cares too much about her prep team. Effectively implying they deserve being imprisoned and katniss has to spell it out for him that it is over a PIECE OF BREAD?? Thinks katniss is causing trouble by asking for the victors to be pardoned. Wants to kill DISTRICT CIVILIANS in the nut in 2. Wants to kill capitol civilians. He's like actually a war criminal.

Katniss doesn't trust any of them except the other victors.

It's a significant moment that katniss and finnick see peeta's propo together in the hospital, where peeta tells her not to trust the rebels. Finnick then tells her to pretend they never saw it, and then they keep it from them for days. They don't even tell them. Katniss is the one to confront gale about it.

Katniss takes annie to 12 to pick from dresses, then upon describing how weird annie is on the plane, decides she loves her based soley on the fact that finnick loves her and katniss trusts him. It's slightly funny how she spend the entirety of cf thinking of ways to kill finnick and now he's her best friend.

Haymitch is katniss' dad. That scene when he tells her he will surgically implant her with an earpiece if she takes it off again?? 😭😭

It's significant that haymitch repeatedly calls katniss and peeta "the girl", "the boy". Effectively reminding everyone that these are CHILDREN

Katniss making johanna the pines because she doesn't have any possessions. 😭😭😭😭

Most importantly. Katniss and peeta, through and through, are what they wished they never would become. From the first chapter of thg to the last one in mockingjay, they are both pieces in a game. Once in the capitol's game in the original book, again in catching fire when they are the only ones kept in the dark about the rebels. And each in 13's games in mockingjay. Peeta is snow's piece against katniss, katniss is not useful to the revolution except as a pretty girl. She's a showgirl. Not part of the fight. She doesn't even want to be the mockingjay at all.