#the hunger games

[ifthesewings--couldfly]

Lucy Gray Baird ghostwrote this

you cannot fix that blond man please step away and let the professionals take over

[cherylblossom]

TOM BLYTH & RACHEL ZEGLER

[celine-song]

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 (2014) dir. Francis Lawrence

[harlemdream]

Panem+

(its supposed to glitch)

[blueboldandbright]

Yep, that sums it up SO WELL

Katniss is like Lucy Gray this, Katniss is like Sejanus that, and yes fine that's all good and true and lovely but Katniss Everdeen is also a direct parallel to Coriolanus Snow and people NEED to start talking about this because it's driving me crazy.

Think about it: they both grew up poor and deeply vulnerable, losing parents at a very young age, with a matriarchal adult (Katniss' mother and Coriolanus' Grandma'am) who fails to provide for them emotionally and physically. They intimately understand the threat of starvation, even developing with stunted growth because of it, and their narrations in the books share a fixation on food. Throughout their childhoods, both experienced constant fear and suffered a fundamental lack of control over their circumstances. Because of this, they're inherently suspicious of the people around them. They resent feeling indebted to others, especially those who have saved their lives. They're motivated almost entirely by family and deeply connected to their communities. Both are used and manipulated by the Capitol, both are forced to perform to survive and despise every inch of it, both are thrown into the Arena and made to kill. Both have a self-sacrificial, genuinely sweet sister figure acting as their conscience. Peeta and Lucy Gray - performers and love interests with a fundamental kindness and sense of hope about them - fulfill markedly similar roles in their narrative. Both contribute to the development of the future Hunger Games, Snow throughout tbosas and Katniss towards the end of Mockingjay.

It's easy to ignore these similarities because, as mirrors of each other, they are exact opposites. Katniss is from District 12, viewed and treated as less than human; Snow is the cream of the Capitol crop, given the privilege of a name with social weight, an ancestral home, and the opportunity of the Academy despite having no more money than a miner from 12. Katniss has no agency over her life, and responds by being kind whenever she's able, while Snow justifies horrendous evils in order to continue his quest for complete control. Katniss does everything she can to protect her family; Snow does everything he can to protect his family's image as an extension of his own ego. Katniss loves her District and connects with its inhabitants on a meaningful level, but Snow is indifferent at best to his peers - the apparent "superior people" - and only engages with his community for personal gain. Katniss emerges from the Arena horrified at herself and the system, but Snow takes his trauma and turns it into an excuse to perpetuate the violence with himself at the top. Katniss cares for Prim until her death and then snaps at the loss of her little sister, while Snow survives on Tigris' blood, sweat, and tears and then torments and abandons her, presumably because she calls him out on his insanity. Snow actively adds to and popularizes the Hunger Games because of his vendetta against the Districts following his childhood wartime trauma - Katniss briefly agrees to a new Hunger Games in the pursuit of vengeance, but later stops them from happening by killing Coin and choosing a life of peace and privacy. Snow is obsessed with revenge, but Katniss empathizes with the Capitolites and does what she can to keep them from suffering. He exists in a cruel system and selfishly upholds it; she exists in a cruel system and works to dismantle it for the good of her family and community, at great personal cost. And Peeta and Lucy Gray are incredibly similar, but Katniss and Peeta forge a relationship of genuine love and understanding that shines in comparison to Coriolanus' obsessive projection onto Lucy Gray.

So, yeah, Katniss is Lucy Gray haunting Coriolanus. But I bet you anything that eighty-something year old President Snow looks at her, the girl on fire, bright and young and brilliant, emerging from a childhood of starvation with a relentless hunger for success, a talented and charming performer helping her win the Games, and he sees the ghost of his own past. And that's why he's so afraid of her! Because if he sees himself in her, then he's up against his own cunning, his own talent for manipulation, his own charisma, his own genius. He's up against the version of himself that he once wished to be, with the nightmare army of his childhood at her back and her star-crossed lover at her side, spewing Sejanus' truths in his own voice. This isn't to say that Katniss ever achieved the level of power and agency that Coriolanus did during her time with the rebellion, but it is to say that Snow was taken down by what truly terrified him - his own morality, come to finish the job.

[milliesfishes]

Ok here’s the vision for a fiC request: either coryo’s spouse/ romantic interest/ personal assistant/ all 3? You pick- she notices someone is following her and is freaked out and tells coryo- but it’s actually just the people he has on call as personal security for her LOL

౨ৎ꣑ৎcoryo tries to protect you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The door clicked shut behind you, and you tossed your handbag on the chair beside it, trying to hide your sniffles and failing. Clutching the door handle, you flicked the lock and let your shoulders drop, chest rising and falling heavily.

Your hand rose to your mouth, covering it as tears poured down your cheeks. Body trembling, you let a little cry escape. With any luck, he wouldn't hear you and you'd be able to escape to the bathroom to scrub any evidence of distress away before he joined you.

"Darling?" Luck was not on your side tonight. You should have known.

Standing up straight, you brushed away a stray tear as he entered the room. For once, he'd made it home before you did, and you knew very well he'd come from his office. In your marriage, you'd learned that if you weren't there to distract him, he would work himself to sleep.

Coriolanus' hair was messy, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He'd discarded the red tie you'd watched him knot from bed this morning. His clear blue eyes frothed with concern the second he took you in, his arms taking you in. Your head fell to his shoulder, too tired to pretend anymore.

He smoothed your hair, straightening your dress as well. It was untidy from running up the stairs since you'd been too scared to use the elevator. "Let's come over here, yes?" His voice was calm, but you could hear the slight tint of worry beneath. "We'll get you some tea. You're safe now, sweetheart, it's okay." He guided you down the hall to your bedroom, sitting you down atop the white bedspread you'd selected before the wedding.

The entirety of your shared bedroom had been yours to decorate and you'd been nervous for him to see it at first. But he'd reacted so sweetly when you'd revealed it. You shifted in your spot, toeing off your shoes as your husband called down for tea.

Once he was done, Coriolanus went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of your cute little pajamas. You accepted them gratefully, changing into them while he took off his work clothes. He returned to you in a pair of boxers, pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You snuggled into him, exhaling when he pressed a kiss to your hair.

"What happened, darling?" Coriolanus murmured, running a hand up and down your back. "Bad night?"

You sniffled, lifting your head to look at him. "It was f-fine. It was a nice dinner. My friends were nice. The food was good."

"Good." He kissed your brow. "What happened after that?"

"I w-was walking to the car," you said, your voice hitching. "And there was a man watching me. And I'd seen him when I was going into the restaurant too. And when I got out of the car here-" You sniffled, more tears surfacing and spilling onto your cheeks. "He was there too. He's following me. I'm scared."

"Oh, baby," he whispered, pulling you back in and pressing your face to his shoulder. "What did he look like? What was he wearing?" The series of questions was delivered in a harsher tone than the first thing he said.

Still hiding your face in his neck, you mumbled, "He was wearing black...a-and he had a gold watch. And he was talking on the phone but he was w-watching me-"

"What color hair?" Coriolanus interrupted, furrowing his brow.

"Dark," you said, sniffling again. "A-and there was another man with him. And I saw another one come up to them w-when I got home."

He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand resumed stroking up and down your spine. "Were they wearing earpieces of any kind?"

You looked up at him, eyebrows pinched. "I saw one wearing one." Paling, you gripped his arms. "Are they part of something, Coryo? Are they gonna come back for me?" Sniffling, a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "I'm scared, Coryo."

"Oh, darling," he soothed, starting to rock back and forth. "Hey...it's okay. They're not going to hurt you." He waited a moment before softly saying, "I hired them."

Your eyes widened, and you went rigid in his lap. "You-?"

"They're security, sweetheart," Coriolanus explained calmly, stroking your hair, trying to get you to relax. "They're protecting you."

Wiping your eyes, your breath hitched again. "You-you didn't tell me about that."

"I know, baby," he cooed, drying your tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You were crying out of relief now more than anything, but you were still upset for a whole new reason.

"I didn't think you'd like the idea." Coriolanus was searching your eyes.

"I don't," you huffed, sniffling again. "I don't need it, Coryo. I can take care of myself."

He nodded solemnly, lifting his hand to rub your cheek. "You can. I'm very sorry, sweetheart."

Your eyes fell down to his chest, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. His hands were on your hips now, holding you gently. Letting the thought and his apology marinate for a moment, you breathed in and out. "Okay."

Coriolanus leaned in, kissing your forehead. "I promise you're not in any danger. If they do their job right, you never will be."

You snuggled back into him, face in his neck. "I'd rather have you with me."

"And I will be whenever I can," he promised, smoothing your hair. "You're always safe with me too."

You remained with him until the tea came up, a plate of your favorite cookies on the tray too. He didn't grace his office again for the rest of the night, remaining with you. His presence wordlessly reassured you of your safety, and you smiled softly when he got up to draw the curtains, making sure the balcony doors were locked.

As he got in bed, folding his arms around you protectively, you smiled, hiding your face in his chest. Coriolanus kissed your head, accompanying it with, "I've got you. You're safe."

It was easy to drift off after that, his warm chest and heartbeat under your ear.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Hey is there any way you could do the reader takes on clients in order to protect Finnick? Like she goes behind his back and begs Snow until she can make everything stop for Finnick and then doesn’t tell him but eventually he finds out.

oh i am CONVINCED that finnick girlies THRIVE off of angst

AND ITS MY JOB TO SUPPLY YOU GUYS SOOOOO

My Angel

HEAVY content warnings: trafficking of victors, implied S/A, cheating accusations, angst

part one. | part two. (not necessary to read, but if you would like some background i would definitely suggest reading these first)

Finnick had noticed that something was off about you. For the past few weeks you'd been more skittish and distant.

At night when you both went to bed, he noticed that you no longer wanted to be held in his arms. In the mornings, instead of waking up next to him with a smile, you woke up with your back facing him, hiding a look of dread on your face. You no longer wanted to to go to the market or to the beach with him, only wanting to go alone.

You refused any sort of intimacy. Anytime he would go to hug you, kiss you, anything, you would flinch. Even with the lightest brush of a hand, you would flinch.

Your trips to the Capitol were more frequent and longer now too, but he didn't worry about that too much because he would always see pictures of you out and about, at interviews, photoshoots— the standard for any Victor.

You were both in the living room, you sitting in your arm chair, reading a book while he sat on the couch, fiddling around with a piece of rope. Silence filled the room.

He had offered for you both to go take a walk on the beach to watch the sunset, but you declined saying you were "tired and wanted to just stay inside for the night."

He watched as you read, he watched all your movements and tried to get a read of your emotions. Then he saw something strange.

But before he could get a better look, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen.

Finnick’s eyes followed you across the room, his gut twisting as his gaze laned on the small, barely-there mark on the side of your neck, he knew he hadn’t left a mark, with the way you'd been acting for the past week he'd be lucky if you let him hug you without you flinching. It was dark and a little red. A hickey. The sight of it made his heart clenched painfully in his chest.

Were you seeing someone else? Were you disgusted at what he told you that you felt the need to be with someone else?

Did you not love him anymore?

"Angel?" He called out softly, but you didn’t turn around. His voice cracked slightly as he repeated it again, louder this time, and you froze.

You turned, realizing what he may have seen, but it was too late. He had already seen it.

"Where did that mark come from?" Finnick’s voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but it carried the sharpness of someone who’d just realized something they weren’t ready to face. He couldn’t stop himself from stepping toward you, his feet carrying him across the room like an instinct.

You reached for the collar of your sweater to pull it higher, to hide it. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled.

"It's not nothing Angel."

You didn't know what to say, you didn't want to tell him the truth. "I- I hurt myself while I was swimming a few days ago."

He looked at you with a look of skepitcism, "No, don't lie to me."

Silence filled the room once more as you looked away from him. His mind was spiraling as a feeling of dread consumed him.

"Have you been cheating on me?"

Your head immediately shot back up. "W-What?"

Finnick took a deep breath. "Have you been cheating on me?" he says, his voice firm, his heart aching as he said it.

You shook your head, "No- No Finnick I-I'm not cheating on you-"

"Then where did the mark come from?" he says, his voice slightly raised.

You stayed quiet, something inside you was screaming to tell him the truth, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

"Please angel. Please tell me you haven't been seeing someone else."

"Finnick please- it's not what you think-"

"Then what is it?! You've shut me out! I need you to talk to me! You've been so distant these past few weeks, you don't want to go anywhere with me, you don't want me to hold you anymore, you haven't even said 'I love you' to me in weeks!" he shouts.

His heart was breaking, if there was even the slightest chance that you were cheating, he didn't want to believe it.

"Angel. Baby. Please talk to me." he says in a desperate tone as he walks towards you, holding you in his arms.

You hesitate and take a shaky deep breath in, tears fill your eyes. "I-It's Snow" you whisper.

Finnick instantly feels a wave of fear wash over him. "Angel, what are you talking about?"

You close your eyes, shaking your head, a weak sob escaping as cling onto his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He quickly cups your face in his hand, "Please talk to me angel, please." he says in a soothing tone, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"I-I made a deal with Snow...that if I take on the extra clients you took on for me...you wouldn't have to deal with them anymore" you say as you burst into tears, holding tightly onto Finnick.

Finnick stood still, tears filled his eyes, his heart felt like it was breaking even more. Suddenly, everything made sense, why you flinched at his touches, why you distanced yourself from him. It all made sense.

He was quick to wrap you fully in his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Angel...why didn't you tell me. I would've been there for you."

You cling onto his shirt and cry, "I-I didn't want to be a burden...this was my deal with Snow.."

His heart just kept breaking. You, a burden? Never.

"My angel...you could never be a burden. Never." he says in a gentle tone as he kisses the top of your forehead.

He holds you close to his chest, letting you cry it all out.

"I-I hate it so much Finny- they hurt me- t-they treat me like I-I'm a toy. They laugh when I cry- they enjoy it."

Finnick’s world shattered at your words, he could your body shaking with sobs. “I know, Angel,” he whispered, his own tears slipping down his face as he kissed your forehead, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you closer “I know."

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t apologize, it's not your fault angel,” Finnick murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Never think it's your fault."

For the first time in weeks, you finally felt like you could breathe again, wrapped in his arms, finally feeling the comfort you longed for. And for the rest of the night you would stay in his arms as he whispered endless comforting words to you.

A/N: MWHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH (im crying like a bitch rn omg)

[waywardangel-wilds]

Katniss whining teenager-style back when Peeta was hijacked was kind of hilarious because he’d be over there, insane, the world is literally burning, and she’d be like: it’s like I’m invisible to him or something 😒 while AT THE SAME TIME being like: he’s not even real. Like girl. I can’t with you today.

[lqveharrington]

For your 2k celebration, I’d love something with peace by Taylor and Finnick Odair x reader. Love your work!! 🩷🩷

Peace | F.O.

summary: even after everything you and finnick have been through, peace would never be an option

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

includes: arguing, yelling, pregnancy, marriage, kissing

a/n: first time writing for finnick! 🫶🏼also i'm apparently a whole foot shorter than finnick, i didn't know that until i searched up his height (not sam. he's six inches taller than me)

In your entire relationship with Finnick, you never thought he would yell. You knew he was in the game twice, but he never yelled at you once and you didn't think it would happen. Especially if you were arguing over an important subject.

It was like his fight or flight instincts switched on. The danger that lived in him flashed red and he couldn't stop the fire that left him. Even if that meant blazing the trail your way.

“How is it my fault?” You run your fingers through your hair and look outside the cottage, biting your lip in frustration. It wasn't like you asked for it to happen at this very moment in time. All you wanted was to see him happy, but he reacted in the worst way possible. “I didn’t know!”

“We should’ve been more careful! Who knows if the games will ever happen again and I have to play for the third time?” Finnick paced the length of the kitchen before resting his arms on the counter, gripping the edge like it could break at any moment. His face contorted, small huffs leaving his lips. “What if you get chosen? What if we both do? Then what will happen?”

You shake your head at him and spin the ring on your finger, eyes full of exasperation. “What do you want me to do, Finn? Get rid of the baby?”

The rolling waves from the beach outside took over the silence as the wind blew strands of your hair away from your face. You didn’t know what he was going to say. He looked sick, but you doubted he truly was. You wanted something to be said — anything — until Finnick looked at you with a blank face.

“If that what it takes for you to be safe — yes.”

Your face instantly twists in disbelief, stepping away from the man you loved. “Unbelievable.” You turned and headed for the front door, pulling your shawl on tightly. As your hands reached for the handle, you spoke once more, voice so quiet he could barely hear it over the roaring ocean. “This used to be our dream, you know?”

Start of Flashbacks

“Finnick?” You rushed inside the cottage, looking for the blue-eyed man. You heard his voice from the bedroom and you quickly entered, sitting on the floor in front of him. “Annie just told me the champions are being chosen for the games again — “

“It’s a quarter quell.” Finnick murmured and took your hands in his, tracing invisible shapes into your palm. He sighed softly and kissed your knuckles, “They want to put in old winners to see who would win from the best.”

You blink rapidly and fight the tears already forming. You thought he was done with stressing over the games, but to put a winner back in was cruel and inhuman. Although the games itself were already tragic. “That shouldn’t be allowed! You’re the only male winner left in District 4!“

“I’ll be okay.” He tried reassuring you even if he wasn’t confident in his own abilities. He squeezed your hands softly and met your teary-eyed expression. “Just promise you won’t watch the games.”

Your face falls as your eyes searching his. You grip his hand tighter and shake your head, hands shaking in fear. “Finnick — “

“Promise me.”

You swallow a sob and nod, looking down at the wooden floor. You wished it would swallow you up rather than wait for Finnick to come home to you. “I promise, I won’t watch the games. But you can’t stop me from going to the reaping. I will go.”

Finnick let his free hand drift to your cheek, wiping a stray tear. “Sunshine…” He pursed his lips and pressed a kiss to the top of your heads, letting you calm down before he spoke again. “Once I get out and everything is over, we’ll start our own life together, yeah?”

You slowly breathe, listening intently to his words. The world you lived in was never at peace and you knew that his words were words until the action was completed. It’s just how Panem worked.

“The first thing I’ll do is marry you.” He whispered and watched your lips twitch up at the thought. “Maybe a mini you? Mini me?”

You let out a small laugh and tilt your head, playing with his hands. “More than one Finnick? That’d be a sight.”

He linked your hand together and pressed a kiss to the back of it, making your finally grin.

“I’m holding you to your words, Odair, be careful.

—

“You know, you’re going to get sick if you stay out here long enough with no coat, Sunshine.” Finnick's voice rang out from behind you, making you whip around.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him. It had been days — weeks — since you last saw the love of your life and there he was. His face was scratched and his hair grew a little, but otherwise, he was unharmed. Although you weren’t sure what happened mentally.

“Finnick.” You whisper and ran into his open arms, clinging onto him tightly — afraid that if you let go he would disappear. “I missed you so much. I forbid everyone around to tell me what happened in the games and I didn’t want to hear who died and who— I couldn’t—“

“That’s okay, you’re okay.” He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss to the top, holding onto you equally as tight. “I’m okay.”

“I was so scared.” You bury your head in his chest and squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to completely be one with him. “I thought you wouldn’t come home to me.”

“I’m here, see?” He slowly moved your hand over the left side of his chest and held it there for a minute, watching your breathing match the steady beat. “Heart still beating just for you.”

You give him a soft smile and open your eyes again, meeting his loving ones. You didn’t know what you did to deserve an amazing partner, but you sure as hell wasn’t complaining. You just smiled up at him and knew he was all it took to make you happy in the entire world.

“I missed you.” You whispered and brushed some of his hair away from his eyes, letting scratching his scalp. “Don’t leave me again.”

“I wouldn’t dare think about it.” Finnick kissed your cheek before pulling the drawstring bag to his front and began digging inside of it. “I have a gift for you.”

You take a small step back and raise a brow, scanning over his body to ensure he truly was alright. “You do?”

“From the Capitol.” He waved his hand around before producing a ring box from the bag, his eyes now locked onto yours. “I don’t know if you’ll love it, but…”

“Oh, Finn.” You covered your mouth and watched him get down on one knee.

He opened the box to reveal the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You would bet your entire life savings that Mags helped him pick it out. You wondered where she was... You heard multiple people got out of the game, but where was she? She was like a mother to you.

“I said I would marry you the second I got out of there, didn’t I?” Finnick held the ring out to you and gave you a bright smile, your name falling from his lips. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course.” You whisper with so much devotion and love before tackling him to the floor of the front porch, kissing him deeply. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

He caught you before you could both slam onto the wood, one hand on your back while the other around your shoulders. Finnick grinned into the kiss and pulled away, eyes bouncing around your facial features.

“I love you.” You murmur and watch him slip the beautiful ring onto your finger, the stones glistening in the sunlight. “Thank you for coming home.”

“Wouldn’t miss coming home to you.” Finnick kissed your cheek and let you rest your head on his shoulder. “Ever.”

End of Flashbacks

“What did I say about sitting outside with no coat on, Sunshine?”

You scoff and turn away at the sound of your husband, pulling the thin shawl around you tighter as sprays of salt water hits your exposed skin. You came outside to think, not get lectured by Finnick.

“I’m not talking to you, Finnick.”

He sighed before putting a blanket around your shoulder and taking a seat beside you, gaze shifting to the vast ocean he loved. He watched the waves crash into the shore for a few seconds before speaking.

“Do you remember when I got home from the quarter quell games? How you told me you were so scared for me?" Finnick asked as he played with the sand beneath his fingers, the grains slipping through every now and then. "Well, I'm scared for you."

He paused and shook his head, pulling his legs up and resting his head on his knees. "Everything has changed and I'm afraid everything will go back the way it used to be."

You sat quietly and took in his words, burying your head in the blanket. It smelled like flowers and citrus. It smelled like Finnick. You briefly looked at him and saw the tiredness under his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. All you saw was the toll the games and rebellion took out on him.

"I’m sorry I shouted earlier… I know we've been wanting this for so long, but it's terrifying." Finnick admitted and dropped all the sand from his shaking hands. "I'm scared to come home one day and you're gone from this world. I'm scared to leave you on your own, especially when you're pregnant."

You frown and take his shaking hand, squeezing it softly until he looked over at you. "I'm scared too, Finn."

He stared at you as you spoke, the blanket you wore now upon his shoulders as well. He looked down at your hands, the ones that wrote his name over and over again until the shaking stopped.

"You think I don't know how scary it is to not know what will happen to us?" You whisper and purse your lips, squeezing his hand once more. "But I know we'll be okay."

"Why is that?"

"Because we have each other." You brought his hand up to his face and flashed the wedding ring to him, making eye contact with him. "With all the hell we've been through, we always had each other."

You watch as his mind gears begin turning, giving him a small smile. "Our job now is to protect our child. We're not running or fighting. We've settled for them."

Finnick shut his eyes and kissed the back of your hand, thinking about his past. Ever since he was fourteen, he was never able to get past the horrors he’s seen and he wasn’t sure if he would ever come to terms with them.

"I could never give us peace." He met your eyes again, the blue in his eyes darkening with all the emotional turmoil in his mind.

"But you're enough for me." You take his clasped hand and place it on your lower half, his hand warm against you. "All I want is to be with you."

You rest your forehead on his and breathe, feeling him thumb the skin of your stomach. "That's my peace."

Finnick hummed and leaned in, giving your a quick kiss to the lips. "You really know how to make me fall for you."

"Well, I would like to think so— Finnick!" You gasp as he pulls you down into the sand, your hair now covered in grains of sand. He pressed a tender kiss on your lips, making your heart beat faster. When you separate, your vision is a little hazy and you blink it away, grinning stupidly. "What was that for?"

"A thank you and a promise." He brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, dusting the sand off and ensuring you were alright from pulling you down. "I'll protect you and our child with my life."

You lean into his touch and look between his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too." He pecked your cheek once, twice, thrice before pulling away and matching your bright smile. "More than you'll ever know, Sunshine."

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[atefingersdagger]

Katniss going back to District 12 in Mockingjay

[celine-song]

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 2 (2015) dir. Francis Lawrence

[chernychnyi]

obsessed with them a bit

[smthabsolutelyunhinged]

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Podfic Exchange Update

All podfic readers have received a message with their match through the contact method left on the google form (so check your tumblr messages/email). If for some reason you signed up to make a podfic but didn't get my message, please get in contact with me.

For the authors, sit tight! I'm giving the podfic readers the option to tell you themselves or leave it as a surprise, so you may hear from your valentine early or see who got you when the collection goes live on February 14.