#73rd hunger games

[sincerelya-stories]

I’m Starving, Darling

Rating: E

Haymitch doesn't like when people touch what's his.

Ao3

Based of this TikTok by redrainofroses and unsurrowcosplay

#Haymitch #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x effie #hayffie #effie #effie trinket #Hunger Games #hungergames #73rd hunger games #pre canon #jealous #jealousy

[lythea-creation]

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader (chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

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The victory tour was even worse than I had imagined it, although it was exciting to get a glimpse at all districts.

I had to face the families of the fallen tributes, which was especially horrible in district 10 and 2. The death stares had literally killed something inside of me for a moment. I had to tell myself that it was not my fault. That it had been self-defense and that I had not wanted to kill anyone.

I read out my cards and tried to ignore my inner state.

Fortunately I had not been close to any of the deceased tributes. That would have made matters worse for me now. It would have hurt even more, though the pain and guilt seemed to suffocate me already.

At the party at the Capitol I had to dance a lot with many different people. That was not a problem but rather the fact that everyone wanted me to eat all of the various dishes which was impossible.

At least I thought it was until they presented me a liquid that would make me throw up. So I would be able to eat more. Disgust filled me at that thought.

My parents had died out of starvation. Countless people in district 11 and most probably other districts died every year out of starvation, while the citizens of the Capitol emptied their stomachs with a liquid to eat more than they are physically able to.

The rage threatened to overpower me.

For once I was relieved to hear Snow. He started to hold a speech saving me from my miserable situation.

Quickly I moved away from the liquid.

In the end everything worked out as well as it could possibly have.

On the train ride back to district 11 I realized something though. In a few months a new challenge awaited me. I would become a mentor for a child of district 11.

Once you entered this train, you would never leave it again.

Half a year later I was standing on the stage of district 11 as the reaping was taking place. The only thing calming me was the fact that my siblings were too young to participate yet.

“The tributes of district 11 for the 73rd Hunger Games are Callie Starl and Zet Hubar!”

Both of them were fifteen years old. Thanks to the additional rations during the last year due to my victory they did not look as malnourished as the usual tributes of our district. But one year of proper nutrition could not erase fourteen years of struggling out of starvation.

Seeder, Chaff and I set off toward the train.

This year Seeder would coach me to become a mentor, but next year I would be on my own. The new victors always replaced the old ones as a mentor of the same gender.

“Remember what we talked about. You have to try your hardest to help, but you don't have control”, Seeder reminded me.

We had met many times since my 'victory' and she had become very precious to me.

I nodded taking in her words, although I knew it sounded easier than it was. I doubted that I would be able to draw the line between my task and my personal feelings.

When Callie and Zet joined us they looked horrified. No surprise, considering that we were probably sending them off to die soon.

Seeder and Chaff explained everything that would happen in the next few days while I halfheartedly listened.

“We are going to die anyway”, Zet mumbled.

“That's exactly what I said”, I remembered.

“But you aren't like us! I'm neither good at survival skills nor at fighting. I have always worked at the vegetable patches. So I never climbed up a tree. Unlike most of our district, I don't know a lot about herbs because no one ever taught me. And I might be athletic and well-build for someone from district 11, but I can never keep up with the careers. I'm just average. You can't win the games without special talents”, Zet ranted.

Silence erupted for a moment as no words could change anything. He was right. I had only won my Games because I had been lucky. It had been under ideal circumstances. Their chance was low.

“You are right”, I agreed.

Everyone looked at me, shocked.

“Your chances to win are slim and most probably you are going to die.”

“(f/n)!”, Seeder interrupted me.

But I shook my head and continued: “It's the cruel truth and they both have to face it. If they aren't willing to use everything they have got and to fight on the prize of their lives, their chances aren't slim but non-existent. To win the Games you have to risk your life … and to do that you have to consider dying without accepting it. Only then you will be able to keep going in a life threatening situation.”

Zet let out a frustrated sound and left.

Callie had quietly listened to everything I had said. She seemed to be shy. I could see in her eyes that she had not given up yet. “I'm good at creating slings and other traps”, Callie stated quietly. “And at hiding”, she added.

I smiled at her. “That's a great starting point.”

I advised her for hours and got to know her better. Actually she was not shy but just needed some time to get to know the other person. As soon as we started she got pretty talkative.

Later on I decided to check on Zet and apologize to him because he had not shown up at dinner. “Come in”, he replied to my knocking.

“Zet. I'm sorry if I offended or upset you.”

He shook his head.

I took a seat next to him on the coach.

“No. You were only honest. Actually I'm thankful for that. I hate false hopes. But I needed some time to process the situation”, he explained.

“I see. This is my first year as a mentor. It feels like my Games happened just a few days ago and I know exactly how horrible it feels to go into the arena with low chances to win. I was lucky. That's what saved me.”

“I don't know what to concentrate on during my training or which strategy to use.”

“Do you want to ally with Callie or act on your own?”

“I don't know. In the end we will be opponents anyway. I don't think I could kill someone I really know.”

“Then you should consider talking to Chaff and strategize together with him, while I work with Callie. I already started advising her. So ...”

“No, it's alright. I'm the one who ran away. Now I have to deal with it.”

“Nice attitude”, I complimented him with a grin.

I got up and added: “Don't forget to eat as much as you can. It'll help you in the arena.”

Then I left and joined Seeder. “Where is Chaff?”, I wondered.

Callie had excused herself already to go to bed. I could understand that she wanted to be alone now. She was strong for talking about strategies immediately.

“Off to bed. You did great today! I don't even know what I'm here for.”

“Oh, thanks. I'm used to advising and teaching my younger siblings and I want to help Callie and Zet as much as possible. Otherwise I would never forgive myself. It already hurts to remind myself that at least one of them is going to die soon.”

“That's something that will never get easier. But I think that's good, because it motivates you to give your best as a mentor”, Seeder noted.

“Maybe you're right. I guess I will go to bed now, too.”

Seeder smiled sadly at me as I disappeared in my room.

I threw myself onto the soft bed and held my necklace in my hand.

Rue had been really sad when I had had to leave again. At first for the victory tour and now for the next Hunger Games.

I would never be free. A pawn of the Capitol for the rest of my life.

Suddenly the exhaustion overwhelmed me and I did not bother to change my clothes.

I awoke startled, out of breath, full of sweat. The nightmares had also bothered me during my victory tour. At home Rue was sleeping beside me which calmed me down and mostly kept my nightmares away. But now I was on my own. Lots of restless nights awaited me and I was already sick of it, just thinking about it.

I took a shower and found new clothes inside the wardrobe. Unbelievable that I was inside a train. Before moving to the victor's village, I had not even had a bed, let alone running water.

I decided to get myself a cup of tea.

When I left my room I met Zet and sent him a soft smile. “Not able to sleep?”, I asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you also want a cup of tea?”

“That'd be nice.”

I boiled some water and put the teabags inside the cups.

“Why are you up so early? You don't seem like an early bird”, he proclaimed.

“I have six younger siblings. I'm not used to sleeping on my own”, I brushed it off while pouring the hot water into the cups and placing one in front of Zet.

We talked about life in district 11 and I told him about the victor's village to distract us from the upcoming games.

Two hours later the others joined us.

All of us were coming along well now and I hated it. It was nothing but torture. Getting close to people you were going to lose soon. How had Chaff and Seeder endured that for so long? I understood the always drunk mentor of district 12 way better now.

Soon we arrived at the Capitol.

When the tributes started their training, it was time for us mentors to win over some sponsors. Though we could not do a lot until our tribute's scores were announced. They were essential for sponsoring.

I saw other mentors trying to persuade the sponsors to support their tributes.

Finnick Odair was definitely popular under the female sponsors. And the fact that the tributes of district 4 were usually well-built and part of the careers made his job easier.

No one wanted to sponsor some kids of district 11. No matter what I tried, I always got the same response: Let's see which score they will get first.

I sighed in frustration as I let myself fall onto an ornate but uncomfortable bench outside the room.

Suddenly someone sat down beside me. “Not successful, I guess.”

“Not at all”, I stated annoyed before looking at the person.

I had seen her before. She had won the Games before mine.

“Johanna Mason. District 7”, she greeted me with a grin.

“(f/n) (l/n). District 11.”

“Oh, I know you. I saw your Games. You outsmarted the careers”, she noted laughing. “And that jump from the tree to kill the boy from 2 was pretty badass”, she added.

The way she said it I almost felt proud. This was all so sick that I could not help but laugh.

“Woah, you are weird”, Johanna noted.

“Thanks”, I replied casually. “I guess, we have to get back inside”, I noticed demotivated.

“They are all fake and only care about their rich selves”, Johanna declared disgusted.

I burst out laughing. “And we try to persuade them to bet on the lives of a children.”

Johanna tried suppressing her amusement but soon joined my laughter. Being a victor and losing your mind were two parts of a set.

“Dammit! Stop that nonsense!”, Johanna chuckled while playfully hitting my arm. At least I felt better now, less lonely.

“They aren't the only actors”, I alluded. “I don't think you are a crybaby nor a brutal murderer.”

She grinned at that. “So you did watch my Games. But why are you so sure about it? I could always be acting as well as you.”

Our eyes were locked as she tried to figure me out.

I stayed silent for a moment, increasing the tension. “Intuition.”

Johanna nearly choked on her laugh. “Seriously?!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Then how do you decide?”

“I don't decide”, she clarified. “There are people I come along with and people I can't stand.” “That's intuition!”, I elucidated.

“Oh. Guess you're right”, she noticed shrugging it off.

“Hey, Johanna! What are you doing out here for so long?”, a male voice interrupted us.

“Can't believe they let you go, Odair”, Johanna replied seductively.

“Oh. You checked out the newbie”, he concluded looking at me.

“Yeah, kind of”, she responded casually.

Finnick leaned down in front of me, our faces barely apart. “Any secrets to share?”, he wondered with an alluring expression that made me blush.

His eyes were fascinating. Somehow it felt like he was a lot deeper than he appeared to be.

After a while he pulled back blushing slightly himself.

Shit! I had stared into his eyes pretty long.

Johanna was obviously amused by that. “She totally beat you. Seems like your charm doesn't work on her”, Johanna teased Finnick.

It had just been on accident. Usually I was not that confident or outgoing, though I loved teasing people.

“So, you are different, huh?”, Finnick wondered completely ignoring Johanna's words.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Wouldn't say that. But you don't have to pull the same shit for me as you do for the Capitol girls. I'm not that cheap.”

Finnick smiled. He was handsome. I had to give him that. “Why do you think I'm acting?”, he questioned.

“Intuition”, Johanna exclaimed.

“Yeah. And two other reasons. The first is your eyes. And the second is that no one would voluntarily flirt with those dyed chicken like that. Have to go and find some sponsors now”, I declared and walked off.

Next Chapter

#the hunger games #johanna mason x fem reader #lgbtqia + #capitol #finnick odair #rue #coriolanus snow #victory tour #angst #73rd hunger games #tributes #mentor

[angeldored]

sequoia is at blight’s house when the quell announcement happens. she goes home and lays in her bathtub for a while before fishing out the pain meds the capitol had given her, the ones that kick like a horse and let you sleep for a long time after. this time she just takes enough so she doesn’t wake up.

#suicide tw #sequoia girl. my bad for literally tearing your life apart. #character study — sequoia. #u win the 73rd hunger games and then die two years later that’s crazy

[horiznwlker]

❝ careful - you’re in very real danger of hurting my feelings. ❞ ― @gamehaunt.

 ‍  ‍ it is disarmingly loud, as it always is in these events. bubbly chatter rings in his ears and the unwarranted touches of overenthused guests prickles uncomfortably on his skin; things he should be used to by now, certainly, but he has always been a sensitive boy -- or so his coworkers said when they couldn't find anyone else to interview during the games. in spite of it, his attention is currently held captive by the most recent victor. one of two. viridian gaze flickers curiously over peeta mellark's expression, takes note of the playful quirk of a smile before his own tilts his lips and he expels a quiet, near - sheepish huff of laughter.

 ‍  ‍ ❝ look -- i'm sorry, that wasn't what i meant. ❞ cal passes a glass of a strange, electric blue concoction to his other hand, but doesn't take a drink. he never does. ❝ i'm just saying . . . if you want people to believe in your baking skills, you'll have to start shipping out free samples. preferably to district 5, first and foremost. ❞

#gamehaunt #inbox. #ུ✷ echoes in the force. ︴ CAL KESTIS. #ུ✷ may the odds be ever in your favor. ︴ HUNGER GAMES. #listen. i know this is real random but i think they're two good boyos who'd get along #little retcon cal is the 73rd victor from district 5 and they interact at a capitolite party !

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three (short version) Part Three (long version) and Part Four.

You were the younger sister of Johanna Mason from District 7. You were her only remaining family and were put in the 73rd Hunger Games as punishment for your sister's behaviour after she won her games. They thought killing her only remaining family member would convince her to behave and stop being so reactive. It of course didn't work because you won the Hunger Games.

They'd underestimated both you and your sister. Johanna had suspected they might do something like this so had been quietly training you and teaching you survival skills since she got out. Then when your name was called and she became your mentor, she put every fibre of her being into making you win this. She taught you how to play the game, how to appear pretty, charming and get sponsors. Caesar commented on how unlike Johanna you were. "You're a lot more likeable than your sister" he said plainly and you smiled, pretending you weren't visualising pulling his tongue out through his teeth. You were exactly like your sister and proud of it, you just had to play a different game to her.

When you won and were let out Johanna was right there waiting for you. It was the first and only time you saw your sister cry and the trauma brought you both closer. You managed to form some life for yourself, you became friends with the other tributes and tried to keep your head down but you weren't good at that and neither was Johanna. Then Snow announced his stupid spin on the games and you were reaped...and Johanna volunteered as tribute instead of you.

There was nothing you could do as you watched your sister be submitted for the games again and you were furious. So it was of no surprise that when the rebels contacted you, you jumped at the chance to sign up with them. That's how you found yourself in District 13 at the end of the quarter-quell games. You watched Katniss, Beetee and Finnick come in but not Johanna. She'd been captured and while Katniss was freaking out about Peter you wanted to scream because nobody was bothered about your sister, nobody except Finnick.

He came to you as soon as he was able. "Y/n I'm so sorry" he told you "I went to look for her, I tried to find her I really did, I promise" he told you and you nodded "I believe you Finnick". He was the first person you cried with over your sister.

You found out after that, that Finnick had lost Annie. Apparently, she'd had a breakdown from all the stress and the drugs they gave her were too powerful. She'd overdosed the first night Finnick went into the games according to Heavensbee. You had no idea and hadn't heard anything about it but that was the capitol and you had been distracted with a rebellion. With your mutual loss, Finnick and you bonded. You'd always gotten along but you'd never been close which didn't make too much sense.

As soon as you became a victor Johanna introduced you to her victor friends and you hit it off with Finnick immediately. You were both social butterflies who could charm and flirt with pretty much anyone however after a few parties where the two of you clearly were the centre of attention, you felt him pulling away. You asked Johanna about it but she'd just shrugged and said she didn't know anything. So you'd remained civil but never been that close again, until now but in a completely different way.

You responded to loss a lot differently to Finnick, but then again your sister was alive while his love was dead. You could've argued your sister being alive and tortured daily was worse than being dead but didn't think that would help Finnick. The second he found out about Annie he fell apart. He had to be hospitalised and was a shell of himself. You'd responded to your sisters's loss by throwing yourself into work but everyone grieves differently.

You heard sobbing as you passed the medic bay and knew immediately who it was. You unlocked Finnick's door and he turned away before he saw it was you. He wiped his face and sat up. "It's okay" you told him "you don't have to stop". Finnick looked at you and shook his head "any news?". "No but that's not why I'm here, I'm not great at comforting people but I'm here for you Finnick. My sister would want me to look out for you". Finnick paused and then smiled. It was a sad smile but it was a smile. "It's funny" he said "because she said if anything happened to her, I had to look out for you". You smiled sitting down on a chair at the end of his bed "well funny how things change huh? Now, when was the last time you showered, ate or went for a walk?". Finnick shrugged "I don't remember for all 3". You nodded "well that's where we'll start".

And that's what you did for the first week. You visited Finnick for every meal between shifts. You took him for walks around the corridors and made him shower. You stood outside with a towel and clean clothes for him. You figured if he started acting more human it would make him feel like one again and it slowly worked. His appetite increased, he dragged his feet less, he cried less. There were still down days, one day you walked in to find doctors with him and heard he'd cut himself having nightmares so you spent the next few nights asleep at his bedside, ready to hold him down if he tried to hurt himself. Your life revolved around making him get better and you weren't even sure why, neither was Finnick.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" he asked one day when you revealed the sugar cubes you'd snuck into the kitchen and stolen for him. You passed him the cubes and looked at him "because we're friends and you'd do the same for me". He nodded "I would have but you aren't the most touchy-feely sentimental victor". You smiled, pleased Finnick was feeling well enough to poke fun at you. "That's true but I have a soft side to me, Johanna and I both do". Finnick shot you a look "see you I can believe but Johanna?" and you laughed.

It was nice to feel happy and you felt a sharp jolt of it, before remembering where your sister was. It suddenly hit you she was somewhere being tortured as you spoke. Finnick saw the look on your face and didn't have to ask what you were thinking. He gently took your hand. "It'll be okay" he told you "we'll get her back". You nodded and squeezed his hand "I thought I was supposed to be the one comforting you?" you said. Finnick shrugged "we're friends remember?" and for some reason that made you smile like a goofball.

Once Finnick was discharged from the hospital he began taking an active role in District 13 and you helped him settle in. He was moved to a room just across from your own for stability and even though you didn't work together, you sat together in the cafeteria and spent most evenings together. One of the main perks of being an ex-victor/murderer was you got special training with fun toys courtesy of Beetee. You were down there every free minute you had but you felt like Finnick wasn't using this to his full advantage.

"Can you give me tips on how to throw?" you asked Finnick one day after work. He blinked and looked up at you "as I recall, you have a pretty good arm on you already" and you smiled remembering the time you accidentally hit him in the face thinking he was Joanna. It was at a Capitol party, one you'd actually enjoyed and the memory was a good one. "Yeah short range but not long-range, I want to know how to throw a spear or maybe a trident. Know anyone who can teach me". Finnick did not look in the mood but you gave him your best smile and he couldn't resist. "Fine" he pouted getting onto his feet stroppily "but not for long, I'm shattered". You grinned "yay thanks Finnick!" and gave his arm a squeeze before pulling him down to the toystore of weapons.

You saw Finnick's eyes twinkle as he saw the trident Beedee had made for him and smiled. Finnick swirled it effortlessly around himself looking very hot as he did it and he knew it. He turned to you, his shoulders lifted and confidence risen "so, let's get started".

Finnick had you throw a few spears first and after observing he began to adjust your posture and angle. You got better with the spear but couldn't seem to get the trident anywhere near the target. "You've got good power which is no surprise" Finnick smiled "but this isn't an axe, it's bigger and heavier. That's why your aim needs to be better for the trident to find its mark". You nodded before a thought occurred to you "have you ever thought you could be pitch Pitchfork Boy instead of Trident Boy? I mean a trident and pitchfork are basically the same thing". "What? No they not! They're completely different!" Finnick said utterly flabbergasted by your claim and taken-aback by your sudden declaration. "But they are!" you argued continuing the fight "long stick, 3 spiky bits at the top!".

Your bickering escalated and your arguments became sillier until finally, Finnick couldn't stop laughing. You weren't sure if it was because of how strange your argument was, he actually found you that funny or a semi breakdown but either way, it was the most you'd heard Finnick laugh since this all happened. He had tears streaming down his face and he was laughing so hard he had to sit down. You sunk down beside him also laughing and when you both caught your breath he smiled at you. "Thanks Y/n". You looked at him "for what? Being so hilarious?" and he smiled again. "For reminding me there are still things to live for like having a laugh with you". There was a lot of weight in those words and you could tell Finnick had really been contemplating if there was anything worth living for. You should've suspected it but you hadn't and you were suddenly so thankful Finnick was still here. So much so you did something you never did...you hugged him!

Finnick was also surprised and tensed as you pressed up against him and wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for staying here with me Finnick, I'm glad you're still here" you said into his neck and then Finnick relaxed and hugged you back. "Me too" he agreed.

Time settled and you stayed in the embrace before pulling back feeling slightly flushed. You were searching for something to say when Finnick spoke "I'm glad you got me to come down here and train, can we do it more often?". You nodded "as often as you want".

Finnick started smiling more after that and he was beginning to get back to his charming jokey self. Katniss commented on it one day when you and Finnick teased her for daring to change her hair up. Finnick smiled when she said how much better he was doing. "Well it's thanks to Y/n, she's the one who nursed me back to health and dragged me out of bed each day". You shrugged "nursed is a strong word but I did drag him around a lot". "Well good work" Katniss said "I'll tell Prim you might try out for nurse too yeah?". You showed her a finger and the 3 of you laughed. It was nice to hear your 2 friends laugh together.

Finnick kept you to your promise of training as often as he wanted and you tended to go every other evening after work. It was a stress relief in many ways but you also just enjoyed hanging out with Finnick. He was skilled and you learned a lot from him, as well as helping him master a few skills yourself. It felt productive, fun and you loved that you had something in your control. It was honestly the highlight of your week and Finnick agreed.

You'd had a really good training session so for the last part you got a little cocky. You were sparring with Finnick and decided to use the trident. You'd gotten a lot better at using it but still Finnick smirked as you picked it up "really?" he asked "baby you really want to use my weapon against me?". You felt a little fluttery when he called you baby but didn't let it show. You stood up taller and twirled it in one hand, the exact way you'd seen Finnick do "I certainly do pretty boy". The grin Finnick had on his face was delicious, so much so it was all you could think of for the first few seconds of your sparring match.

Finally your brain came back to you and you nearly knocked Finnick over with the staff of your trident but at the last second, he caught it. You knew the second his hand connected with it, it was gone and sure enough, he ripped it away from you. Finnick did it with so much momentum you stumbled into him and couldn't help but smile at how impressive he looked when he did that. Finnick grabbed your arms to stop you from falling and noticed the look on your face "why are you smiling I won?". "Did you?" you asked honestly thinking the situation you were in was pretty victorious. Finnick Odair standing over you, his hands firmly on your body while he stared at you with his brooding smoulder. Finnick chuckled as he got your point "I guess we're both winners then" he replied and let you go softly. "So that's a draw right?" you asked and just like that the two of you were back to bickering playfully.

After you talked at him until Finnick agreed it was a draw you headed to the showers for a quick wash before bed. You were only allowed a shower once a week so this was another reason you were both in such high spirits. "The way you hit the target without even looking was so cool!" you told Finnick as you entered the co-ed bathroom. Finnick shrugged "well I try, I've lost a lot of muscle mass over the past few weeks". "Well it looked pretty good to me" you smiled hanging your clothes and towel up. You pulled the shower curtain around you and got undressed. Finnick did the same in the cubicle next to you. You enjoyed your 5 minutes of warm water and totally forgot you'd not brought your towel into the cubicle with you. You peeked out of the curtain and sure enough, it was hanging across the room. You sighed, shut the water off and walked across to grab it.

It was late so there was nobody around and you had the towel in your hand and were about to wrap it around yourself when Finnick opened his curtain and saw everything. His eyes quickly took in your body before he looked away and you turned around. "Dammit Finnick" you commented and worked on getting the towel around you. You looked up and realised you were now in front of the mirrors and Finnick was staring at you through them. When he saw you'd spotted him he turned his back and you chuckled. You tied the towel and turned to him "if you wanted a look Odair all you had to do was ask" you smiled at him. Finnick's usual swagger had gone so you let it drop to not make it awkward.

You both dried off and gathered your stuff. You made conversation about how nice it was to be clean and Finnick gave you one-word answers. You said goodnight and stepped into your room. Your first thought was, it wasn't a big deal. You were friends and friends saw each other naked all the time! But then you thought about the way Finnick had been looking at you and there was no way of denying he was turned on. He liked your body and was attracted to you. You'd thought the two of you had chemistry back when you first met him but knew with Annie nothing would ever happen. However she wasn't here, it was just the two of you and Finnick could do whatever he wanted and judging from his eyes when he saw you naked, that was you. You debated your next move, should you just let it go? Wait for Finnick to approach you? Leave the moment and see if there was something there tomorrow too and build on it? You were never good at waiting so you decided to shoot your shot. You'd always wanted Finnick so why not go for him at the end of the world?

You crossed the corridor in nothing but your towel and knocked on Finnick's door. He opened it and looked at you "Y/n?". "I saw the way you looked at me when you saw me naked and I'm just going to be honest. I think you're hot and I want to sleep with you and I think you want me to. Want to do something about it?".

"Yes" Finnick said pulling you inside way quicker than you expected. He didn't even give it a second thought telling you he'd also been pacing his room thinking about you.

Finnick was just as eager once you were inside. He kissed you the second the door was shut and was so needy it was beautiful. He took control initially but as he got more and more heightened and his hands started pawing at you, you started to tease him. You pushed him down on his bed and held him down with one hand "hmmm is someone impatient?". Finnick made a noise reaching for you but you trapped his other hand with your leg "nope, I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want honey". Finnick made a gorgeous moan and looked at you dead in the eye "I need you to drop that towel, jump on top of me and make that workout earlier look like child's play". You leaned back and loosened the towel "done" you said and let it fall to the floor before completing Finnick's other steps happily.

***

The next morning Finnick woke up and knew something was different before he opened his eyes. Then he did and he saw you laid next to him. You were facing the other way from him with your back to him and he started to panic. What had he done? Annie hadn't even been dead a year and he'd slept with another woman! He'd betrayed her in a way he knew she wouldn't have done to him. He felt like the worst person alive and then you turned around and he got it.

Finnick saw your face and couldn't help but smile. You looked so calm asleep. Awake you always had some guard up but asleep you looked so peaceful and naive. The lines the games had left on your face were gone and Finnick realised he felt happy just seeing you. You'd become the face he got most excited to see and it was almost instinctive now. He enjoyed seeing you peaceful and happy like this because he liked you. You were also so fucking hot. When he saw you naked yesterday his mind had nearly exploded! Your body was incredible, you had abs and your muscle-to-curve ratio couldn't be more perfect. So when you appeared at his door he realised he acted with sanity and clarity. He hadn't slept with you on a whim, he did it because he liked you and genuinely wanted to. He thought Annie would understand that and so he turned towards you.

He pulled you closer so you were resting against his chest. "Finnick?" you asked sleepily and he nodded rubbing your arm "yeah, don't worry is early. Go back to sleep" and you nodded. "Who knew your abs were so comfy" you sighed nuzzling into him and he chuckled. He kept his arms around you protectively and fell back to sleep.

So guess who saw The Ballad of the Songbird and Snakes, went home and rewatched all the HG movies and fell in love with Finnick again?

This will be a four-part series and I'll be posting two more parts next week!

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Sunset & Vine

PART ONE | PART TWO

SYNOPSIS: one year was all you had, and the winners of the previous hunger games. You didn’t know them that well, but they were still youre only friends. Now you’re thrown back into the Games with some new confusing feelings.

FANDOM: The Hunger Games

PAIRING(S): Peeta Mallark x Victor!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Coriolanus Snow, Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair, Effie Trinket, President Coin, Gale Hawthorne

GENRE/AU: Dystopia, Angst, a very small amount of comfort,

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

WARNINGS: Katniss is slightly OOC, Canon divergent in some ways but not others, CATCHING FIRE AND MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS, Reader won the 74th hunger games and Peeta and Katniss won the 73rd.

A/N: Jjj, I’ve really got to stop writing stories with ending like this. Lemme know if you want part two. FYI!!! Changed a few words that completely changed the context and set up for the next part.

DEDICATIONS: Peeta my beloved

CREDITS: Taylor Swift for the name (Gorgeous - Taylor Swift)

It’s a woman, standing with her back to you— she has similar hair to yours and an almost protective stance to her. A haze of colour surrounds her… oranges, purples and yellows swirled into an indescribable but beautiful mess.

Peeta Mellark may be a fellow victor, and he may be one of your neighbours, but you know nothing about him. Except for this beautiful painting that he gifted you.

She wears a dress that flows in some sort of assumed breeze, and has a hand tentatively braced in her hair; there’s something so familiar about this scene that you can’t place— something familiar about the woman in particular.

You can’t place it.

You run your fingers along the small note that Peeta had left with the painting, hovering over the loopy cursive of his signature; it’s the same on the painting but it’s too beautiful to touch like that.

Last year, you won the seventy-fourth annual hunger games, and became a legend for getting district twelve two wins in a row— right alongside Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, Who won the seventy-third hunger games.

Thank god the months of parading you around were over and you could settle happily into your gigantic house by yourself.

Well, happily might be an over statement— you had no family, and certainly no friends… unless Haymitch counts but you don’t think he does.

So this painting feels extra special— a warmth in an otherwise cold and unfamiliar home.

“Where should I put it?” Muttering to yourself, you mentally scan the layout of your house; you’d want it to be in a place where you could see it often, but also somewhere where any house guest would be able to see it… yeah. House guests.

After shaking your head uselessly, you settle on hanging it in the entryway. For sure people would see it there.

You’d been putting off doing this for a couple of days, just because you hadn’t had a whole lot of energy to do anything but sit in a chair and half-read a novel.

So, after a few minutes of fiddling and messy calculations, the painting is hung in the entryway.

You take one last glance at the swirling coloured background once more, and then turn away, leaving the comfort and fantasy behind.

……

Victors are supposed to have immunity, they’re supposed to be done with the games for the rest of their miserable, trauma ridden lives.

But the seventy-fifth hunger games brings back all of the worst parts of last year— you know that out of the three other victors, you’re the female they want to get picked. You’re the easy decision, the loner that nobody cares about.

You know the Capitol loves Peeta and Katniss far too much, and you, not enough.

This, stacked on top of everything else the Capitol has put you through… it’s too much.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when there’s a knock at your door.

“Hello?” You say as you open it; Peeta Mellark is standing there with his lip turned down just slightly, his eyes center behind you for a moment before his face softens and lightens.

“Hey. You got the painting.” A smile melts onto his face, and you swear he looks… beyond words when he smiles.

After a long moment of silence, you clear your throat. “What brings you here…?” You stammer awkwardly, cringing at your choice of words.

He sort of— laughs? Chuckles? at you. “We’re talking strategy for the Quarter Quell and we figured we should include you.” His face falls again, and he looks like he’s holding something back.

Your back straightens. “The Quarter Quell isn’t for another few months—”

He nods slowly. “But we’re going to have to do the pre-tour… and they’re pulling names in just a couple weeks.”

The band around his ring finger gleams brightly in the sun, which sends some sort of jealous feeling rolling through you.

You shake your head because you don’t know Peeta Mellark, and, even if he is gorgeous, you don’t get crushes on people you don’t know.

Plus he’s in love and engaged to Katniss Everdeen, even if you did know him well enough to develop a crush.

He glances down, and then quickly yanks the ring off. “It’s, uh— just for the camera’s.” Then he gestures to the painting behind you. “That’s you, you know. I know you’ve never worn a dress like that, but I saw a screencap of you in The Games and inspiration just kind of… hit me.” he trails off at the end and fiddles with the ring in his hand.

“It’s… me?” You say slowly. “We barely know each other, why would you paint me?”

He takes a small breath. “You’re really beautiful, Y/n, I’ve always thought so.”

A breath hitches but you genuinely can’t discern if it’s him or you over the roaring of blood in your ears.

“So…” he starts again. “If you want to join us, we’re heading over to Haymitch’s now.”

“Okay.” You say, sounding more winded than you did before; you stare at him for a few more moments before you step out of the front door and shut it.

You walk silently beside him, trying not to take in his messy blonde hair or pretty blue eyes—and also, failing miserably—

Just as you reach Haymitch’s doorstep, you stop and tug on Peeta’s sleeve to get his attention. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Peeta.”

He looks down at you, the air around you charged with some kind of something that you can’t name, and just as he’s about to reach over to you, the door swings open.

“Why are you guys just standing out here?” Katniss says with her nose scrunched, she eyes you up and then eyes Peeta up in a similar fashion.

At least it wasn’t exclusively you.

Both your heads snap toward her, while Peeta smoothly comes up with a reason. “Y/n was feeling nervous, I was just trying to help calm her nerves.”

Haymitch raises an eyebrow from behind Katniss, and gives Peeta a look.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He says, as Katniss steps aside and lets the two of you in. There’s a tenderness to his voice that you hadn’t realized you missed so much.

“Hi.” The three of you shuffle into what you think was once a living room but it’s chillingly messy in Haymitch’s house.

“Couldn’t we have done this at someone else’s house?” Peeta says, eying the empty bottles on the floor.

“No.” Katniss shakes her head, shooting Haymitch a glare. “Because everytime we have to talk to him, we have to wake him up with a bucket of water.”

You snort. “I’m sorry— a bucket of water?”

Haymitch cuts in. “Why do you think my hair’s wet? I definitely didn’t take a shower.” There's a water stain that makes his shirt sag, and you wonder how you didn’t notice before. Haymitch clears his throat. “Moving on; if it’s Katniss and Peeta then we can still milk the whole star-crossed lover thing— if it’s me or Y/n… that won’t work.”

“Y/n shouldn’t go.” Peeta interjects; you’re taken aback by it.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I really thought I was the best person to go.” You pause, looking up at the three of them. “It’s not like there’s anyone here that will care if I don’t come home.”

Haymitch gives Peeta a scrutinizing look. “Look, Lover-boy, we know you have a crush but that isn’t enough for Katniss to volunteer herself if Y/n gets picked.”

Peeta looks to you and then back to Haymitch. “Katniss and I are the Capitol’s favourite couple right now, if we went we’d probably be much better off in terms of sponsors and parachutes.”

“And you don’t want her to go.” Haymitch gestures in yours and Katniss’s direction.

Peeta sighs but doesn’t deny it. It makes sense that he wouldn’t want his fiancé to go back to the Games.

“Peeta is right,” Katniss starts, “but, Haymitch, if you get picked… Peeta should stay. Either way.”

Peeta shakes his head. “No. I’m not staying.”

You cut in. “There’s no good reason why I should stay.” You’re basically the only clear answer; if you get picked you’ll go, and, if Katniss is picked, you’ll go. “I won’t.”

Now all three of them are staring at you. “If I get picked, Katniss can’t volunteer and if she gets picked, you can’t stop me from volunteering.”

Katniss huffs. “You can’t stop me from volunteering either.”

Really, you could all argue this for hours.

…..

The four of you had never come to a conclusion, and now it’s the day of the Reaping.

Effie stands uncomfortably at the bowl; she doesn’t seem happy about having to pull your names, despite her chipper facade.

“The female tribute for District Twelve is…” she says, digging around in the two slips of paper in the bowl. She finally pulls one out and reluctantly reads it out. “Y/n L/n.” She almost sighs your name.

Katniss’s fingers twitch nervously, like she wants to say something but you shoot her the strongest glare you can muster.

She doesn’t volunteer, and you’re glad for it.

You walk up to the stage, head held high; you know this is the start of the end of your life, so you might as well act more confident than you truly are.

Effie looks at you sadly once you’re settled behind her, and then turns back to the audience. “And… the male tribute for District Twelve is,” she spends another five minutes routing through the two names. “Haymitch Abernathy.” This time her sigh is one of relief.

But the relief does not last long.

“I volunteer!” Peeta says, stepping forward; Haymitch grabs his arm and says something too quiet to hear, and Peeta says something back. His face is full of determination as everyone watches him walk up the stage and stand next to you.

Everyone in your little group wears a look of defeat. Even you.

Only one of you can go home, and you’re going to do your damn best to make sure it’s Peeta Mellark.

…..

“I’m not ready for this.” You say quietly, as you walk down the corridor to your bedrooms on the train. “It’s hardly been a year, Peeta.”

He nods solemnly, not looking at you as you arrive at your door. His is just across the hall.

Peeta gently takes your hand in his and squeezes. “I know. It’s too soon.” He looks angry. “We were never supposed to have to do this again.” He drops your hand before you can reciprocate in any sort of way.

You do feel a little less nauseous though.

“It‘s okay.” You whisper, twitching your fingers and slapping it onto the doorknob. “It’ll be okay.”

Peeta’s eyes rove over you in a scrutinizing manner as though he’s trying to figure some meaning behind your words, but there isn’t one to figure.

Just that it will be okay. Peeta will, if you really just be specific. Peeta will return home, happy and safe.

Ready to live his life with the woman he loves… Katniss.

And you will fade into false glory and distant memory.

…..

“Finnick, Right?” You fidget with your fingers in front of you; Finnick Odair was an attractive man who oozed with confidence and smooth words.

“Want a sugar cube?” He asks slyly, holding one out to you. “They're supposed to be for the horses but— we’re going to die anyway, it won’t matter after that.”

You nod carefully. “Of course, because that would obviously matter if we weren’t already set for death.” You still take the sugar cube from his hand and pop it in your mouth.

You almost gag from it. Pure sugar was… a lot. “Ugh. That’s disgusting.”

Finnick chuckles. “But liberating.”

You shake your head but a smile still spreads across your face. “Liberating indeed, Finnick Odair. My last act of rebellion is eating a sugar cube.”

“Devastating, really. To the Capitol, I mean.” He smiles easily at you, before someone catches his attention and he saunters off.

Claudius Templesmith stood not far from you, crooning about something with one of the older tributes.

The older man— Betee, you think— stood, looking indifferent but also invested in Claudius’s ramblings and unnecessary questions.

You were dreading the questions he’d ask you during your second round of interviews.

The last time was time enough for you.

“What’d he want?” Peeta asks, walking up behind you and pulling your attention away from the other party-goers.

“Oh, you know,” you say flippantly, “sugarcubes, secrets, and sarcasm.”

Peeta’s eyebrows furrow in confusion but the smile remains on his face. “Sounds like an interesting conversation.” He extends his arm to you. “Shall we?”

You sigh. “Not like we have much choice.”

….

“I’d give anything to know what’s going on inside your head.” Peeta says softly, fidgeting with the rope in his hands. You’d both decided that learning how to tie some knots would be beneficial.

You chuff, an awkward laugh. “What do you mean?”

His fingers work steadily, and somewhat clumsily, with the rope; there’s something alluring about how sure he can be with his hands.

It makes you think of the painting in your house— the one that you’ll never see again— how patient he must’ve been to complete such a beautiful piece, how still and sure of himself.

“What are you thinking right now, Y/n?” He looks up at you, with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

You shrug. “I was thinking about…” you trail off, because you absolutely cannot say that you were thinking about his hands. A half-truth will have to do. “Your painting. How I’ll never see it again.”

Hip lips pull into a frown. “You’ll see it again, I’m going to make sure of it.”

Sighing deeply, you stand. “You’re the one who has to go home, Peeta, not me.” He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “It has to be you.”

….

You don’t have the time to argue about it for the next couple of days, you hardly even see each other.

Now, Cinna is preparing you for the arena. You know that everything he gave was meant for Katniss, he had obviously expected it to be her, or that he wouldn’t style you.

He hadn’t been your stylist, but yours had opted out of this year’s games, claiming it was too painful to watch you go back in.

You hadn’t liked her much the first time around, wanted to change you too much in ways that you most definitely did not like.

Cinna, though, you liked him. Though this would be the last time you saw him.

You were dressed in whatever mandatory suit that they designed for this game, a skin tight suit that looked like you were about to go scuba diving.

“It’s time.” Cinna says, glancing back to the tube at the back of the room. You turn back to it.

“Thank you, Cinna.” You say, bowing your head for him. “It was nice getting to know you.”

He smiles half-heartedly. “It was a pleasure, Y/n.”

You exchange a final goodbye and step into the tube. The sixth second countdown begins as the tube starts to ascend.

It's all water, just water and water and water in a large circle around them. There was also thin sand bars that connected the tubes and the Cornucopia, but you knew you wouldn’t be braving that.

Peeta stands three tubes down, with a morphling, a Career and Johanna between you two.

Twenty seconds.

You stare at him desperately, hoping he’ll stick to the plan and swim towards you; you catch his eyes and he smiles reassuringly. It’s not a genuine smile but it still calms you all the same.

Ten seconds.

You ball your fists, clenching hard.

Nine.

Eight.

God, it’s going to be difficult to get out of the water.

Seven.

Six.

You’re not the strongest swimmer, maybe you should go to the Cornucopia.

Five.

Four.

And it’s a long way to swim, even for someone who does know how. Only experienced swimmers, like Finnick, would have an easy time of it.

Three.

Two.

Then, it occurs to you, maybe those sandbars go all the way to the shore; if you get to the Cornucopia, Grab, well, anything, and then flee via the sandbars, you just might be okay.

One.

The pads everyone stands on recede into the water and dumps everyone straight in.

It makes you realize that most of your competitors do not know how to swim.

Peeta is just barely floating thanks to the bright purple belt that had been strapped around all your waists.

You know how to swim at least a little bit , so you unbuckle yours and swim over to him; once it inflates fully, you give it to him and try to drag him towards the sandbars.

It dawns on you all over again that Peeta is a tall guy, and he’s not exactly small either.

He’s strong and his weight definitely shows that; he tries to keep himself afloat but ends up making it worse.

Eventually, you make it over there, and he pulls himself up onto the loose sand; it takes a bit of effort because it’s slippery and keeps moving under your weight.

It’s barely stable enough to be a viable option. Just barely.

You leave him there for a minute and swim to the cornucopia. There's fighting going on on its small platform, but you just snag a small waterproof bag that sits a few yards away; a knife comes flying in your direction, and knicks your face.

The salt of the water stings as it mingles with blood.

When you spin back towards Peeta, he’s struggling and Finnick is approaching him.

You race back as fast as you can.

Finnick already has some pretty gnarly weapons strapped to him.

You’re about to draw the knife on him when shakes his head. “Relax, Y/n, I’m saving his ass.” Then he lifts a hand out of the water and flashes some sort of bracelet at you.

It’s the alliance bracelets that Haymitch had mentioned.

Oh.

“I-”you start, but you never really had a sentence to begin with.

You just lag silently behind as Finnick helps Peeta to the shore. The closer you get to the shore, the wider the sandbars get, and the sturdier they are as well.

Until they're eventually higher than the water, and wide enough for both Peeta and yourself to walk side by side.

You collapse onto the sand when you finally reach the shore and stay there for only a second.

That’s all you have before the three of you are up and running into the forest in front of you.

….

When Peeta’s heart stops, you're sure that yours does too— you’re sure that, as you stand there in a state while Finnick tries to resuscitate Peeta, you’re also unresponsive and silent. Dead.

True enough, in a way.

The longer you stare at Peeta’s face, still twisted in pain from the shock, the more you feel like dropping to the ground and sobbing.

You tried to imagine the way he painted with camouflage training stuff, drawing intricate designs onto both his and one of the morhpling’s arms.

It had washed off by the next morning but you had spent the whole night longing to touch it, run your fingers along his arm, trace the shapes and swirls.

Beyond the paintings, you recalled his magnetic smile and the way he always made you feel safe and calm, the steady air that he radiated.

You weren’t ready for him to die, he was the one who was supposed to win this, after all. You had resolved that Peeta Mellark was going to be the winner of the 75th Hunger Games and you were going to do whatever you needed to to make that happen. You were even prepared to turn into somebody you weren’t, just to make sure Peeta went home. Or at least, you thought you could if you had to come to it.

But now, you’re ready to give up. Finnick or Johanna could win— and they should. Literally anyone else but you. Everyone who had a life now that Peeta is gone.

You’re just about to collapse to the ground when Peeta starts to cough erratically, and he manages to sit straight up.

“Peeta!” You cry as you fall to the ground next to him, and wrap your arms around his neck. He seems disoriented for a moment before he hugs you back, right. “I really thought you were gone.”

He gently strokes your back, as you fuss over him, double checking that he’s okay and checking his burn.

…..

You hear a loud sickening crack from somewhere else in the arena that makes everyone but Johanna and Finnick jump. You feel Peeta’s hand wrap around you protectively and pull you closer to him in the single instant that you’re all reacting to the noise.

It takes a few delayed seconds before each one of you realizes that it’s just the lightning in 12, before you realize just how having Peeta’s hands on you makes you feel.

His fingers slip from your waist, brushing softly as they fall away and leaving you feeling just slightly feral.

You pull yourself away, and dig your nails into your thigh to ground yourself. Getting used to this clock thing was going to be agonizing.

You’re waiting patiently as the lot of you— You, Peeta, Finnick, Johanna and Beetee— come up with a plan to take down the force field and take out the Careers at the same time.

You can barely focus on the conversation because you itch to have Peeta’s hands on you again, to feel his fingers against your skin again.

In fact there’s so many things you’d like to say and do with Peeta that you know you will never have the chance to; not to mention that he is in love with someone else and would never be interested in any of those things with you anyways.

You’re pretty sure you’d been staring at Peeta but you only notice because Finnick shoots a look at you— you can’t tell exactly what he’s thinking but it must be something about that.

You try to zone back into the plan.

….

Trying to trap the careers failed miserably, and the person most experienced with a bow was you, but only thanks to Katniss’s training.

Everything was a blur as the force field came down; chaos, fire everywhere— you couldn’t see or hear Peeta.

You worried about him and you laid pathetically on the ground, half out of your mind. You wondered if he was having trouble with his prosthetic leg, or having run from Enobaria or one of the other careers. You wondered if he’d make it out okay, even though it was obvious you wouldn’t.

You wondered and worried for what felt like forever until an airship appeared above you.

Great. You thought, the Capitol has come to torture you and everyone you’ve ever loved until the couldnt anymore and all of you was nothing more than a shell of a person. Until the only option was avox or death.

You can’t move, or fight it as the giant claw, scoops you up.

All that effort and you still managed to condem each and everyone of you to torture.

…..

“Relax, Y/n!” Haymitch snaps, as Finnick restrains you.

Katniss sits on the other side of the table, looking just as devastated as you.

“What do you mean, you didn’t get Peeta? You can’t just leave him there, they’ll hurt him worse than any of us could ever imagine!” You say, still struggling to get away from Finnick.

Katniss actually argues in your favour. “I did say I would only do this thing if you got both her and Peeta.”

Plutarch, the game maker shakes his head redundantly. “Peeta and Johanna were just to far away for us to locate before the Capitols airships came; I’m sorry, we’ll get them back eventually.”

Finnick finally lets you go once you’ve calmed down. He has a solemn look on his face. “I’m sure they’ve got Annie too. We need to save them as soon as possible.”

….

As soon as possible turns into several weeks, several heartbreakingly, agonizingly long weeks.

You can’t help but think about Peeta every moment of every day . You imagine all the terrible things Snow is doing to him, you wish it was you in his place.

Peeta was the one person who never deserved any of this, over anyone else. You and Katniss had been willing to do whatever you needed to to survive, you’d done things maybe you weren’t particularly proud of. But Peeta? He had never let the Games change him.

He had always been the same.

Safe, steady, comfortable, strong.

You don’t even have any hope that they’re showing him any mercy.

They aren’t.

You know now, you know by the way that last interview they aired went— how he was struck just as the cameras shut off, how your heart broke when you looked into his eyes, when you saw just how much they’d hurt him already.

You were just about ready to burst into Coin’s office and tell her that you were getting Peeta now, regardless of the consequences to Thirteen.

Gale and Katniss were fighting a lot lately, tension was heavy between them; and not in a good way. You didn’t know Gale well, but the comments he made about Peeta made your skin crawl and your hands itch to throw a few punches.

Actually they were arguing now, about Peeta, and you were listening.

Gale’s head snaps to you randomly and he barks at you; “and you! Why the hell are you so invested in Bread Boy?”

You startle for a moment, but then narrow your eyes. “What do you mean why am I invested? He’s my— friend.” You say, sounding unsure even to yourself.

Katniss huffs. “I mean, come on, Gale, you know that our relationship has been fake from the start and we—” she gestures between the two of them. “—we’re friends, Gale, we always have been.”

He scoffs, and says something else in a bitter tone but all you can hear is Katniss’s words replaying over and over in your brain.

Our relationship has been fake from the start.

“Shut up for a second!” You snap at Gale, and turn back to Katniss. “Your relationship was fake the whole time? Yours and Peeta’?” You almost feel like an asshole for asking, just in case it is real; but so many things Peeta has done and said make so much more sense recontextualized like this.

Like when he said their rings were ‘just for ten cameras.’ Or when he told you he always thought you were beautiful. Or even the way he tried so hard to convince not to go back into the games.

Both of their faces fall flat, Katniss’s in disbelief. “You didn’t know?” She says.

You shake your head slowly. “No, I-” you stop yourself because you're at a loss for words.

“Y/n, we didn’t try to hide it from you, how did you not know? Even Haymitch said right in front of you that Peeta had a crush on you!”

You deadpan once again. You had blatantly misread everybody’s words in that conversation. “I just assumed that was about you!” You stare at each other for a second longer before you stand up abruptly. “I have to go.”

There was a lot of thinking you had to do and then a lot of planning— and a bit of yelling too.

…..

You were deemed too invested in the mission to actually go on it, and Finnick was too distressed over Annie to be allowed.

So you had been sitting together in silence; the silence was comfortable but the insane amounts of stress running through your veins was enough to make the tension in the air as sharp as a knife. Not between each other but to any other person.

Especially since Gale was allowed to go on the mission, and you felt that was entirely unfair— Gale doesn’t even like Peeta.

It had turned into a whole day of waiting, and only twenty minutes ago, they had returned with Johanna, Peeta and Annie.

The anxiety had grown tenfold when you were both informed you weren’t allowed to see them yet.

Now, you’re standing outside the door where Annie was resting, watching her through the one way window.

Finnick’s eyes are filled with so many you can only pick out one or two; you wonder if your eyes will look similar when you enter Peeta’s room.

You wish him luck and watch as he enters the room; Annie looks like she screams his name and then jumps him. He holds her up, looking like it’s the happiest moment of his life.

Watching them makes you much more excited to see Peeta, although you're not sure it will be quite that exuberant of a reunion.

You walk a couple doors down, glancing in the windows as you do; but you stop when you see Katniss and Johanna in one of the rooms before Peeta’s.

Why in the world is Katniss in the Hospital? What happened?

You push open the door gently, and Katniss doesn’t stir— you take note of the morphling drip in her arm, that must be keeping her knocked out.

You see Johanna is also asleep, her head is shaved and she has the worst tortured expression on, even though she looks to be sleeping soundfully— physically, anyways.

If she’s looking that bad, you can’t help but wonder about Peeta. You’re always wondering about him.

You don’t want to disturb either of their healing so you quickly leave the room, shutting the door as quietly and calmly as you can.

Finally, as you walk out, you spot the guards in front of Peeta’s door; you think it’s a little strange, considering neither Johanna nor Annie had security at the door but you walk towards the door anyways.

The guards hold out a hand as you approach.

“Restricted access, you can’t go in there.” The guard says, almost heartlessly.

Just as he finishes speaking, the door opens and Haymitch steps out and away. You would look through the window but the blinds are down.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, you can’t see him.” Haymitch takes your arm and leads you back down the hallway. “The Capitol… they tortured him so bad he—” Haymitch stops, and looks away for a second before looking back. “He tried to strangle Katniss, and kept yelling about how Katniss was a liar. He’s not himself right now.”

So much for your heartfelt reunion.

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[cabotwife]

Play the Game (main characters)

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masterlist

side characters

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Johanna Mason - District 7

Johanna Mason of District 7, the lumber district, won the 71st Hunger Games. she pretended to be weak and afraid, letting the other players kill each other off before she entered and finished the games.

- Finnick Odair's best friend

- Clarisse La Rue's mentor

- was reaped at 16, is 17/18 now

- possible love interest for Y/n Odair

Finnick Odair - District 4

Finnick Odair of District 4, the fishing district, won the 65th Hunger Games. he was extremely loved by the watchers of this game, so he got a plentiful number of sponsors. he used his skills with the trident to win his games.

- Johanna Mason's best friend

- y/n Odair and Percy Jackson's older brother

- semi-mentor of y/n Odair

- boyfriend of Annie Cresta

- was reaped at 14, is 21 now

Percy Jackson - District 4

Percy Jackson of District 4, the fishing district. Percy got taken in by Finnick and y/n Odair's mother when he was 6 after his mother had fallen to a peacekeeper.

- best fisher in District 4. he has a way with the fish

- younger brother of y/n and Finnick Odair

- he's 14

Y/n Odair - District 4

Y/n Odair of District 4, the fishing district, is the female tribute for her district in the 72nd Hunger Games.

- older sister of Percy Jackson

- younger sister of Finnick Odair

- mentoree to Mags Flanagan

- she's 16

Clarisse La Rue - District 7

Clarisse La Rue of District 7, the lumber district, is the female tribute for her district for in the 73rd Hunger games.

- mentoree of Johanna Mason

- volunteers for the games, which shocked everyone

- she's 16

- possible love interest for Y/n Odair

Luke Castellan - District 2

Luke Castellan of District 2, the weaponry district, was the male career tribute for his district in the 69th games. he won his games by being upfrontedly violent and smart, killing other careers first before going for the other tributes.

- best swordsman in his district

- won his games in record time, to the dismay of the capitol

- won his games at 16, is 19 now

Annabeth Chase - District 2

Annabeth Chase of District 2, the weaponry district, is the adoptive younger sister of Luke Castellan. she is currently beging trained in The Academy.

- she's 14

Grover Underwood - District 10

Grover Underwood of District 10, the livestock district. a child of nature, one with the creatures of Panem.

- he's 15

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[(taglist) : @yourfavmiki ]

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[puckleberryfinnie]

covey!reader in the quarter quell (introduction)

ok so because of the amount of likes I got on the post where I shared my idea for a fanfic (thank you so much to each and every one of you), I decided to write my first ever fanfic based on it!! this is just a little introduction to your character and the story that goes with it- I promise I have more in store if you guys want it, like reader meeting everyone. I’m sorry that this isn’t very good, I’ll hopefully improve with more practice <3

summary: an introduction to covey!reader’s story and your time in the 73rd Hunger Games and her reaping into the Quarter Quell

(based on my idea from this post: click me!)

warnings: fem!reader, killing, drowning, basically just me yapping for a bunch of paragraphs!! also this is pretty short lol

Nothing could’ve prepared you for getting your name called as the female tribute of District 11.

You only had minor guidance through the stories that had been told in your district. Passed from parent to kid, and so on, what the capital had tried so hard to erase was still present among the people of the lower districts. The Covey knew more than anyone. Your grandparent had been part of the group when Lucy Gray disappeared, you knew that much. They travelled, escaping the wrath and second-hand anger of Snow after he came into power.

They landed in District 11, growing small farms with even smaller houses. The Covey wasn't what it used to be, more quiet, adapting to a life of agriculture, still humming their ways through their work. You’d do anything for them, though. They were your family. So when your name was called, you knew you’d do what you could to survive for them. They needed you- and you needed them.

The whole experience was a blur. Getting paraded around was one thing. And you were used to the attention, being a performer and all. You sang. You sang every chance you could get- that was your leading attribute and you were going to spend your last days alive doing what you loved most. Caesar just ate it up, too. Your interview infront of the capital was no interview, but a last concert from you to the crowd, a sending-off to your death.

But this wasn’t your last performance. Your voice had more songs to sing, more stories to unfold. You miraculously made it out alive- thankfully without a single kill under your belt from the experience. You hid, others killed. And when it was down to the final two, you survived the final event: a storm in the arena strong enough to wash away any sign of living within it. The other tribute (a boy from district two) was not so lucky, drowning in a moment of panic.

The non-killer image made you very popular in the capital after you stepped out of the arena. Your victory tour was filled with victory songs at each stop, spreading a message of positivity for the districts. Everyone seemed to be appeased by your performance- even Snow.

You didn’t watch the games the next year. Any mention of the games left an uncomfortable taste in your mouth and feeling you couldn’t seem to shake. This feeling only grew with the announcement of the Quarter Quell. You’d only just left the games, and now you would be led back into them?

Even with the other female winners in your district, you still felt uneasy about it. Not a single one of you should have to go through this again. You said your second goodbyes, this time with less hope of return. Everyone in the Covey cried (even the older boys who tried so hard to act tough).

The walk to the selection stage was silent- no one dared to say a word.

A piece of paper was plucked from the container

“And the female tribute from District 11 for the 75th Hunger Games is…”

It was slowly unfolded

“Y/N L/N.”

uh oh!! that’s not good!! I wonder what happens next!! seriously though thank you so much for reading through all of this, I know it’s kind of just me yapping the whole time- feel free to let me know what you think in the comments! if anyone wants a part two, let me know (I’ll also create a tag list if people want it <33)

Im planning on doing everything leading up to everyone actually entering the arena for the next part (like the training, the ability tests, the interviews), so let me know what you guys want to see!!

I’m also not really sure if I want to have the reader shipped with- I’m leading towards johanna but I’m open to suggestions <33

love ya!!

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[hangmansgbaby]

You Burn With Us

TGM x HUNGER GAMES AU | JAKE SERESIN X OC!READER | 18+ MDI

Every year the capital of Panem hosts the Hunger Games where tributes are chosen at random between the ages of 11 and 25 to compete against each other to the death.  23 year old Y/n Abernathy, nicknamed Birdie by the Capital for singing in the arena, exited victorious from the 72nd Hunger games.  The next year, 24 year old Jake emerged victorious from the 73rd Hunger Games thanks to the efforts of his mentor and best friend, Birdie.  Now as the 74th Hunger Games nears, Jake and Birdie prepare for the probability that they will witness exactly what their fellow mentor witnessed for all but 2 years in a row, the death of their tributes all while learning if the odds were ever truly in their favor.

Playlist | Taglist | Teaser | Moodboards

A C T I

1 : The Reaping

2 : The Train

3 : The Capitol

4 : The Training

5 : The Interview

6 : The Games pt 1

7 : The Games pt 2

8 : The Victory

9 : The Return

A C T II

10 : The Tour

11 : The Mansion

12 : The Oppressed

13 : The Quell

14 : The Reaping

15 : The Pre-Games

16 : The Alliance

17 : The Separation

18 : The Plan

A C T III

19 : The Mockingjay

20 : The Airstrike

21 : The Rescue

22 : The Hijacking

23 : The Attack

24 : The Squad

25 : The Bombing

26 : The Truth

27 : The End

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[moethewriter]

Hello I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but can I request a Johanna Mason x reader where reader won the games a year after Johanna and during the 73rd Hunger Games. When they are forced to go back and mentor, reader has a breakdown watching her friends die and Johanna goes and comforts her.

Of course I can anon! Please enjoy! TITLE: Together? Together WORD COUNT: 1.2k PAIRING: Johanna Mason x Reader WARNINGS: Brief descriptions of a panic attack, violence and abuse and general hunger games things TAGS: GN! District 9 Reader! A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and to those who don't I hope you're enjoying your day! I loved writing this and would love more Johanna requests because I adore her as a character, and as always please let me know if I need to add any warnings or tags and constructive critisicms is always allowed! Not beta read as per usual! -

You didn’t ask to be a mentor, in fact you rather dreaded it. You had only been a Victor for a year, and you were no longer mentally capable of helping anyone. You were healing, had been healing from the horrors that you had gone through. How were you supposed to mentor and gain sponsors for Clive and Reeva? How were you supposed to tell them everything was going to be fine when you knew they weren’t going to be. Clive was barely thirteen and Reeva only sixteen, and they felt so much younger than your age of nineteen.

Being a Victor wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, sure you got more food for your District and it came with a cushy little home in The Victors Village. But you knew, had always known that District 9 was not a powerhouse, your District had hardly won in all these years, though far better off than 11 or 12, you knew you were most likely sending your friends, kids you had watched grown up to their deaths.

“Better get back in there.” A voice spoke from behind you. “Your tributes need you, you know?”

“Johanna.” You nodded, throwing the cigarette over the railing of the building. You had picked up smoking after your games. It wasn’t the healthiest habit, and cigarettes could be hard to come by but you needed something to numb the ache in your chest.

“Come on Y/N.” Johanna rolled her eyes. “You can’t let them see how fucked up you are right now. Focus on those kids and hope for the best outcome.” She moved to stand beside you, her shoulders gently brushing yours.

Johanna had always come with tough love. She had won the year before you, had tricked everyone and made sure she came out of that arena alive. You respected her in so many ways for that. You had met her during your tour, and she had been aloof but kind to you in the ways she could be. She and Finnick Odair had become great friends to you, but Johanna came with a gruffness that not many could handle. She carried a deep seeded anger and sadness with her, that was the first thing you had noticed. You had always been good at reading people that way.

You knew why she was the way she was, of course you did. She had told you one night when you all had gotten drunk off your asses in The Capitol. It was hard to hear, and realizing that could’ve been your family if you hadn’t submitted to Snow’s whims made your stomach churn. It was horrible, and you knew Johanna blamed herself even if she didn’t say another word about it.

“I wasn’t cut out for this, Johanna.” You sigh, leaning against the railing. “I don’t understand why they even made me a mentor. I’m clearly not mentally capable of any of this. I was only there a year ago.” You wiped a hand down your face, hoping to shed some of the exhaustion you felt.

“Snow did the same to me, same to Finnick.” Johanna told you, not meeting your eyes and focusing on the buildings in the distance. “He wants us to remember what we saw, and know we're sending people to their deaths so he can keep control. They weren’t going to let me back this year since I destroyed property here last year but they needed another mentor.” She snorted. 

“We should get back in there.” You cracked a gentle smile at her words.

You knew she was doing her best to make you feel better. She always tried, to little success most times, but trying was all you could ask of her. It was more than enough.

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The cannon boomed so loudly and you could feel the hot tears leaking down your face. They were gone, they were fucking gone. You hadn’t done your job and now two promising people from your district are dead. You could feel the air leave your lungs and you couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t fucking see, you were fucking trapped in this room and everything felt like it was caving in. You were dry heaving by the time you felt yourself being pulled away from the other mentors and citizens. You wanted to fight but you couldn't. You were so tired of fighting.

“Hey, look at me Y/N.”

Johanna?

“Look at me.” You could feel two hands gently cup your face as you sobbed. “It’s not okay, none of this is fucking okay. Alright? But you gotta stay with me.” 

You had never heard Johanna be this gentle with anyone. She was still Johanna, as she always was. But there was something about her right now, something almost loving and far more sincere then she had ever been.

“You’re going to be okay. We will be okay because were fucking fighters Y/N. This world could burn around us, and we will be okay. You and I were two sides of the same coin, you understand me? We’re going to get through this, we always do.” She was stroking your cheek, a gesture you never thought you would receive from her. “I got you. I got you Y/N and I am not letting you go. Ever. I am always going to be here. Can I hold you?” Johanna questioned.

You nodded as she gathered you into her arms, rocking you as if you were a child. You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so distraught. You had never presented strong, you weren’t strong but to do this in front of everyone? Snow would surely punish you in unspeakable ways … But Johanna was here, she was here and she had you. That was far better than anything else right now. 

“It’s not right.” You whispered after a long silence. “It’s not right that they do this to us, that they kill us for entertainment and expect us to stand there and smile. I’m so done Johanna, I am so done with everything.” You sniffled, leaning into her.

“I know.” She whispered into your hair. “I know.”

“I want a better life for us, I want us to not live in fear that our children or friends could die at any moment. I want us to not be under Snow’s thumb. I want us to live a happy life together but none of that seems possible.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, as she stroked your hair.

The air hitting all around felt so cold compared to the comfort and warmth of Johanna’s arms. Like small icicles piercing through the shield she had created. 

“And we will have a better life.” Johanna told you. “We’re going to have a better life and we’re going to be so fucking happy and carefree and if Snow ever tries anything I’ll shove an axe hilt so far up his ass that it’s not going to come out.” She told you, leaning down to kiss your head. 

You snorted at the mental image.

“Now let’s get back in there and show these Capitol fuckheads what we're made of.” She said, holding you a little tighter.

“Together?” You whispered.

“Together.” She confirmed.

#moeswriting #writing #hunger games #the hunger games #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason

[leatherbride]

Finnick Odair x Victor!reader

imagine/fanfic idea:

Imagine you're a victor of the 71st hunger games, you attend your first victory tour that concluded with a party in the capital. Finnick 'congratulates' you, and you talk for a while, connecting with one another. Then each year, you would wait for parties to occur for new victors, to see and talk to him again.

on the 73rd victory tour, he confesses his admiration for you starting a very long distanced situationship.

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[ravensinthedaylight]

Baby Bombs

Should I write this multipart fic?

You, Y/N Mason, Victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, had volunteered in place of your sister, Johanna, when it came to going back into the Hunger Games for the Quarter Quell, or as Finnick had called it, 'The Purge of the Victors'. These were less than ideal circumstances, but you just had to stay alive until the rebels came to rescue you. Should be easy, right?

It was the night before the games, meaning it was also the night of the 'tribute' interviews. It was currently District 4's turn, It was onto Finnick, the man you had grown so close to ever since you won your games.

Nobody knew that you loved him. Well, perhaps apart from Johanna. She could read you easier than a book.

"All these women whom you've shared your time with, Finnick." Caesar began "Surely one of them must hold a particularly special place in your heart." All Finnick did was smirk. "Well... yes. But not any of the ones you may think. In fact, we've actually married in secret, right before the games. We wanted our love to be eternal" The crowd all let out loud gasps, many of Finnicks admirers let out groans of anguish at the fact that their dear Finnick Odair was taken. You couldn't help but smirk, however. You could tell that Finnick was playing them all for fools, and it was working.

"Y'know... She and I... have been luckier than most." Finnick went on. "I wouldn't have any regrets at all... if it weren't- if i- if it weren't..." You furrowed your eyebrows. What was he planning?

"If it weren't for what?" Caeser asked.

"If it weren't for the baby." Finnick answered, and your smirk grew just as the audience gasped loudly once more. Eveyone around you seemed shocked, also. But you knew Finnick, you knew how he lied, you knew him as well as you knew yourself.

"And... who would this... lucky girl be, Mr Odair?" Caesar asked.

"Why, Y/N Mason, of course." Finnick replied.

And with that your smirk dropped, just as you saw your face on the big screen. Everyone around you looked.

HUH?!

Please give feedback!

#finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick odiar #thg finnick #finnick x mason!reader #johanna mason #johanna mason sister #finnick x y/n

[humblequestvinyl]

fix you too

FIX YOU TOO, FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: after the 73rd hunger games, y/n is not only left to pick up the pieces of herself, but her family as well after the death of her younger sister, and telling the boy she loved that she couldn’t fix him too.

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 0.8k

inspired by fix you too, by megan moroney

warning: mentions of the games (slightly!) victor reader, swearing, death, slight mention of past trauma, alcohol, & angst!

a/n: not sure how well this is as i wrote it at three am but i am a sucker for finnick odair, and the line about “tell those green eyes no.” REMINDS ME OF HIM! so here we are :) 

“I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO FIX YOU TOO.” y/n l/n stood in front of the boy she loved, someone she had mentored with for years now, graveling with the fact she had to take care of herself now.

“i cannot keep doing this finnick.”her voice was soft, but the tears were evident in her e/c eyes. the losses she had just gone through, and trying to pick up the pieces of not only herself, but the rest of her family now.

it was right after the 73rd hunger games, and were on the train ride back from the capital when this conversation sparked. it was the loss of y/n’s younger sister, a tribute she tried to mentor the best she could that caused all of this to unravel.

“the next few months i am going to pick up the pieces of not only myself, but my younger sister and our mom.”y/n lip quivered as tears threatened to spill, “i am not in the place for a relationship finnick. not even close to one.”

“you don’t have to do this alone.”finnick spoke, but the victor was in complete denial, “i can help you with everything. this shouldn’t be all on you.”

“but it is!”a sob broke through the girls lips as she covered her mouth, careful not to wake anyone else on the night train, “it’s my family finnick, this is something i have to do.”

taking a deep breath, the h/c girl stood up, suppressing the tears that kept rising as she tried to keep the emotions under control. as she walked over towards the alcohol cart, she quickly picked out the whiskey, with a flash of haymitch abernathy mentioning how ‘alcohol fixed everything’

“you and i both know there’s a lot of things we haven’t processed about our games fin,”y/n started, with his green eyes meeting hers, “and with all this happening, i don’t want to have to fix you too.”

“you won’t-”y/n cut off the boy by shaking her head, “i’m the glue that tries to fix everything that’s broken.”

“maybe when i get my shit together, when everything’s calmed down and i’ve worked through seeing my sister die, we can talk about being something.”y/n’s voice was calm, but her words were laced with grief, something she was currently blinded by, “you also need work finnick to tell you the truth.”

“if you had asked me this when i was younger, i know that i couldn’t tell you no because of those green eyes.”y/n explained, and finnick observed the dark circles under the girls eyes, representing the lack of sleep she had since the games started.

“but i need to fix myself before i even attempt anything else.”the girl whispered, before taking another sip of her drink, and heading in towards the room she was assigned on the train.

the room was exactly how she felt. dark, depressing and flat out sad. the tv was off because all she would see is her sister dying, and she couldn’t bear to turn on the lights.

so there y/n would lay on the bed, staring into the wall, wondering where she went wrong. could there have been more sponsors y/n could’ve gotten for the girl? more tips or training she could’ve done to have her sister on that train with her?

every single scenario played throughout her head, and it wasn’t until she felt a pair of lips on the top of her head that broke her out of her thoughts.

her head didn’t turn, knowing exactly who it was, and there was no changing her mind.

finnick knew that. he knew that y/n was one of the most stubborn people he had ever met, and if she had her mind set on something, there was no point in trying to change it. it would be an endless cycle of arguing, and no progress would be made.

“whenever you need me, you know where to find me most nights.”finnick spoke softly, but he knew his message was getting to the girl by the way she curled into the blankets, “even if you call in the middle of the night sunshine, i’ll be there.”

“i’ll be there for you.”

#finnick odair smut #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair angst #hunger games catching fire #the hunger games #finnick odair fanfic #another on the way series

[french-unknown]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

finnick odair x fem!reader | 17k +

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down. ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 | 73rd Hunger Games Tour ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | 74th Hunger Games ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 | 75th Pre-Games ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 | 75th Hunger Games ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓 | 13th District ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 | Capitol ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕 | Snow's Mansion ✧ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 | 4th District ✧ 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | free PDF

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃

finnick odair x fem!reader | 12k +

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Both in their twenties, (Y/N) and Finnick have been friends with benefits for several years. However, tensions will rise as their summertime relationship begins to evolve. ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 | 73rd Hunger Games ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | 73rd Hunger Games Tour ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 | 74th Hunger Games ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 | 75th Hunger Games ✧ 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | free PDF

✧ Ocean Nostalgia finnick odair x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Having both grown up as friends in District 4, you're not surprised when your heart starts racing for the green-eyed blond. However, he may not be as free as you thought.

✧ The Brillance of a Gem finnick odair x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The Capitol has always been your playground, you were known and appreciated there. Yet as you get closer to the victor from District 4, you realize that there may be more beyond your borders.

✧ Childhood Sweetness finnick odair x little sister!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Since you met Finnick when you were only 6 years old, you immediately thought of each other as brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, the Hunger Games do not spare children.

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[imasradiantasthesun]

The Victors of the 1st-73rd Games

here is my list of all of the victors of the Hunger Games prior to the first book! DISCLAIMER: this is not an attempt to assert anything about canon. in fact, some of this actually (intentionally) contradicts both canon and fanon! this is simply a reference list for my AU thg fic, holding bright, in which i mention a good amount of my headcanon/AU versions of past victors

Some notes:

Some nicknames:

Magdalena Flanagan goes by Mags

Anemone Cresta goes by Annie

Emmeline Lin goes by Lyme

Some people in the Capitol call Adrienne Hughes "Mercy"

Dylan Kahale winning at 19 is not a typo; he was 18 at the time of the reaping, but his 19th birthday occurred on the seventeenth day of his Games

The idea that Seeder won the 31st Games comes from the fic The Victors Project by Oisin55

The idea that Cecelia won the 57th Games comes from Fall Into the River by Oisin55

The headcanon that Annie's name is short for Anemone comes from the fic Valor, Valeria by aimmyarrowshigh

A list of the victors sorted by district can be found below the cut :)

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heyyy! i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you could write a katniss x platonic!reader fic, specifically fem!reader if you’re comfortable with that, if not that’s ok! one where reader was the victor of the 73rd game at 15 from district 4, so she’s the same age as katniss, and she volunteers for the quarter quell. katniss and the reader become friends in the arena and when they get to district 13, she and katniss become closer when coping with the capture of loved ones in the capitol (reader has a younger sister there). just in general, the two share small stories about their lives and loved ones, maybe the reader braids katniss’ hair because she did it with her sister (katniss needs more female friends). i’m sorry if this is long, i have a lot of ideas, thank you and i hope you have a lovely day!

your request has been bullet pointed as my exams are starting xoxo

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You really had thought that winning the seventy-third Hunger Games would make your life easier

In theory, it was supposed to– you would live in Victor’s Village, your name would never again be entered into the Reaping–

But then both of those guarantees were swiftly taken away during the third Quarter Quell, and suddenly nothing was safe anymore, least of all you

You’d have allies when you went back into the Arena, at least

As a District Four Victor, you could absolutely count on Finnick, especially after you volunteered to save Annie from this awful fate

And, as it turns out, you can rely on Katniss Everdeen

The two of you bonded during training, and being flung into the Arena only strengthened your relationship

Katniss is a naturally quiet girl, but you’ve come to value peace after your second round of Hunger Games

She’s a good friend, which is a startling positive in the world of death matches and Capitol manipulation

After you’re both recovered to District Thirteen, the two of you rely on each other more and more

Katniss misses Peeta, and you’re still trying to patch Finnick together while he’s missing Annie

The two of you train together a lot to pass the time, but your favorite way to speed up the hours is your quiet time together

Slowly, you let your guards down enough to relate small stories about your childhoods in the districts

Katniss tells you about Prim, and keeping her safe; the spray of green leaves above her as she walked through the forest; the precise warmth of the Mellark bakery whenever she passed it on the street

You talk about the salt breezes of Four; the burn of rope against your hands, diving into cool water on a brisk morning and learning how to warm yourself again through the exertion of swimming

You braid her hair and joke that you’ll have to be a suitable replacement for the scores of Capitol beauticians that used to be after you like hunting dogs

Katniss laughs (a strange, rough sound, you get the feeling she’s not used to it) and tells you that she’d take you over the clinical treatment of the stylists any day

Wars are long and cold, and when you’re not bored of hiding, you’re in fear of dying

In between the exhaustion and paranoia, sickness and danger, you’ll have a true friend in Katniss

That, more than anything, tells you what victory is like, and makes you want to fight for it even more

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