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Lightning Bug - Chapter 27

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Warnings: nightmare, mention of death and cannon typical violence, grief, lots of grief, Wanda needs a hug and she gets one lol

Note: there is a point in the story where the reader speaks Sokovian, those words are italicized

Word count: 4.8k

“Cooper!” You shirked as the eldest Barton wrapped his arms around you. It was the perfect setup for Nate to tag you and declare you were it. Cooper was quick to let you go and run off. You huffed, wiped the sweat off your forehead, and chased after him. Being back at the Barton homestead was refreshing. You were worried about being there without the buffer of Kate or Yelena, but when you hugged Laura and Clint, you fell into an easy routine. You were quick to jump into a game with the three Barton kids. Nate decided on a game of tag, which you’ve never played, and watched the other kids. Their laughter and smiles made you jealous. Now, it was your laughter that echoed on the Barton’s land while you chased after Cooper. He was fast, but you were faster, especially with the training Maria put you through. You tagged him with ease. The momentum caused you to tag him a little hard, and he fell to the ground. Cooper flipped onto his back. “Oops,” you said. “Sorry.” His chest was heaving, and he used his forearm to block out the sun.

“I forgot,” he took a deep breath and let it out. “I forgot Dad said you were training with Maria and Yelena. This game is unfair.” You giggled and held out your hand to help him, but he refused and stood up alone. There were pieces of grass in his hair.

“Blame it on Nate then,” you smiled. “This was his ideal.” He shook his hair to remove the grass and put his arm over your shoulders.

“You are different than the last time you were here,” you kicked a rock on the ground and nodded. You were different, but it was good. Sometimes, you liked to sit and compare who you were when Natasha found you to who you are now. You felt stronger, more confident in your ability, and happier to be alive. You were in a dark mindset when you first lived on the streets. The crushing guilt of what happened to your parents lay heavy on your chest. The scars left by your father made you feel ugly. You were desperate to feel anything but pain. “It’s a good different,” Cooper continued. “It seems like I’m seeing the real you.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I feel free.”

“Good. Now,” he smiled. “Want to help me tag Nat?”

“Oh, 100%”

Natasha loved Iowa. Every time she visited the Barton Homestead, she found another reason to love this place. This beautiful place she was lucky to call a second home. This time, it was Y/n’s laughter. The sound seemed to travel for miles and miles. It was unguarded, light, and beautiful. She sipped on some lemonade Laura made and sat on the porch. It’s the perfect spot to watch the Barton kids and her own. Her kid. The blue-eyed, terrified teen she met at Annie’s was her and Wanda’s. Finally, it would be a few more weeks as the courts proceed with the paperwork. The lawyers Tony hired said the process would be smooth sailing, especially with the lack of documentation her biological parents failed to submit. They did advise that a court appearance may be necessary, but she wasn’t worried about that. Natasha didn’t need a judge to declare Y/n as her daughter. She was without the legal bullshit.

“It’s like a complete 180 with her,” Clint said. “I know you said she’s opened up more, but I almost had a heart attack when she hugged me,” Natasha chuckled.

“You are so dramatic,” Laura said. She and Wanda were sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch. “She gives perfect hugs. I was surprised by that.” Natasha glanced over her shoulder to see Wanda smile.

“She does, and she puts her whole body into it,” there were moments that took Natasha by surprise—these moments made her heart flutter and her stomach drop as she fell more in love with Wanda. Watching her care so intensely for the young girl repeatedly made her fall in love with her.

“Cooper!” The sound of Y/n’s shirk brought her back to the game of tag. The eldest Barton wrapped his arms around her so Nate could easily tag her.

“I think that’s my cue to start dinner,” Laura said.

“I’ll help you,” Wanda followed her into the house. Natasha leaned back on her hands and watched Y/n chase down Cooper until Clint gently slapped her leg.

“The way you look at Wanda makes me sick. Like your eyes turn into hearts,” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush. “Now you know how Maria and I felt all those years watching you pin over Laura,” she flicked the man’s forehead. “Now that was disgusting.”

“You’re an asshole,” the Black Widow shrugged. Clint glanced at the house to make sure no one was around. “When are you going to ask her to marry you?” The question, though simple, caused the Black Widow to freeze as if someone injected ice through her veins. “I mean, come on, Nat, you guys have a kid together, and I know you’ve been looking at properties away from the city. What’s stopping you?” Again, it was a simple question, but it scared her. They had years together and faced more dangers than an average couple would face. Maybe it was fear that she would say no. Rationally, Natasha knew that was ridiculous, but she held back.

“I don’t know,” she ran her hand through her head. She was on the fence about dying it again. “What if she says no?” Her voice was so soft and sounded so small that she barely recognized it. It sounded stupid to say aloud, and she expected Clint to laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed a hand on her shoulder; there was a look of understanding in his eyes.

“Then I’ll slap her,” he deadpanned. “Witchy powers or not, you were my friend first,” the mental image of Clint trying to fight Wanda pulled a laugh out of the Black Widow. “I know this won’t ease your anxiety overnight, but she won’t say. Hell, whoever is patient enough to put up with your stubborn ass deserves the biggest diamond,” Natasha punched him on the shoulder.

When the Sokovian first joined the team, Natasha only interacted with her during training. She was still shaken up by what she was forced to relive. A part of her wanted never to trust Wanda again. She was too dangerous and unpredictable, and her powers were out of control. One night, Natasha made her way to the roof of the compound; she needed fresh air to clear her mind from the nightmare. It seemed that nightmares weren’t only affecting her. Wanda was up there, wrapped in a blanket, and her feet dangled off the roof’s edge. Natasha could have left, never walked over to her, and started a conversation, but she sat beside her. They talked about nothing and everything until the sun came up.

Still, she kept her feelings for her to herself, never crossing that line from friends to something more. Everything came unrevealing until Ross went to the compound and threatened Wanda’s safety. The fear of losing Wanda pushed her to tell her everything. It was messy; she stumbled over her words, and Wanda kissed her to force her to stop talking.

“Hi,” Y/n’s sudden appearance broke her out of her thoughts. The girl’s face was bright red from running around, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, but the smile on her face was the best part.

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you having fun?” She nodded her head.

“I am,” she said. “I was wondering if you knew when dinner would be ready or if I could grab a snack. I’m a little hungry,” she scratched her head awkwardly. Natasha smiled. It was a nice change of pace, especially when she knew how avoidant the teen was asking for help, even food.

“Laura and Wanda are in the kitchen right now, but I bet if you go in there and ask, they’ll give you something small,” the young girl said, bouncing on her feet and hugging Natasha. No matter how many hugs Natasha received from the teen, they’ll always be special. Wanda was right. She hugged with her whole body. It ended when Natasha felt a hand on her back, and the girl jumped out of her arms.

“Tag,” she spun around to see Cooper running off. “You’re it, Nat!” The Black Widow turned back to face Y/n, who was backing away with a smile.

“Your senses could use some work, all Mighty Black Widow,” she teased. It took a moment for Natasha’s brain to catch up and piece together what happened. She was set up, and Y/n was the bait. She was never tagged in all her years of playing tag with the Bartons. Some may say it was ridiculous, but she had a reputation to protect.

“Get back here, you traitor!” Natasha jumped up and raced after the teen. Maria was doing a great job at training her. She was fast, but Natasha was the Black Widow she wouldn’t lose to a kid. One final sprint, she trapped the girl in a hug. “That was smart,” Natasha admitted. “Using a hug to distract me, whose idea was that?” She began to tickle her sides.

“M-mine!” The teen laughed. “Nat, stop! Stop!” Natasha almost refused, loving the sound of her laughter, but she did. Y/n fell to the ground, rolling onto her back. “You are fast.”

“I got a few years on you, kid,” she held out her hand, and Y/n took it to stand up. “Keep training, and you’ll be faster than me.” She smiled and leaned against Natasha.

“I like it here,” she said.

“Yeah?” The teen nodded. “Would you like a house like the Barton’s one day?” Natasha watched her look around the land.

“Maybe one day. I like living in the tower. Everyone is there, you know?” Natasha nodded. She understood that. Her sister and the rest of the team that became her family were there. It would be hard not to see them all the time.

You woke up with a start. It felt like you were falling, and you woke up before you hit the ground. You were having a sleepover with Lila, sleeping on an air mattress on her floor. Slowly, you sat up and tried not to wake her as you stood up and left her room. You were thirsty, but your legs and arms shook as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. But the downstairs wasn’t empty; Natasha was sitting at the counter with a laptop and a glass of whiskey. She took her eyes off the screen when she heard you. “Hey, dorogoy, are you okay?” Were you shaking that much that she could notice?

“Uh yeah,” you cleared your throat. “I had a weird dream and came down for some water.”

“Here sit. I’ll grab you some,” you nodded and sat in the empty seat next to hers. It was hard not to glance at what she was looking at on her computer. Rings. Engagement rings. Your eyes widened quickly, and you looked forward. Natasha placed a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie before you. “Do you want to talk about your dream?” You downed the glass of water and waited for Natasha to refill it.

“I don’t remember it,” you whispered, picking at the cookie. “I just felt like I was falling and woke up before hitting the ground.” You glanced at Natasha; her green eyes, full of kindness and understanding, were staring at you. “Do you have nightmares?” She nodded, gently taking your hand in hers. You liked the feeling of them, rough and covered in callouses.

“I do,” she admitted. “They aren’t as frequent, but every now and again, one will sneak up on me.”

“How do you get them to stop?” You questioned, your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

“Time,” Natasha answered. “It’s a cliche line, but as time passes, we are able to cope with the things we did in our past - the people we’ve hurt and those who’ve hurt us,” Time. It was always time. Even Yelena said the same thing to you. But you were tired of your past hurting you. You wanted it to stop. Sighing, you sat back in the chair and glanced at the computer again.

“Are you going to ask Wanda to marry you?” The sudden change in conversation caused Natasha’s eyes to widen. “I mean, unless you have another girlfriend, I don’t know about,” a smile tugged at her lips. “I’m guessing the rings you are looking at are for her.” The Black Widow slowly nodded. A warm feeling filled your body and pushed away the dark thoughts of your nightmare. “Oh my god!” you slammed your hands down on the countertop and cringed slightly at the noise. “When are you going to ask her? Holy shit! This is so exciting!” You were vibrating in your seat. Natasha laughed.

“I haven’t even picked out a ring yet.”

“Can I help?” You asked slowly. Natasha smiled but nodded her head. It was how you found yourself next to Natasha on the couch, scrolling through various ring websites. None stood out to you. You hadn’t known Wanda for long, but a few things came to mind when you thought about her. She wasn’t one to wear a lot of jewelry so that she might prefer something on the smaller side. You knew she cared deeply about her family and the team. Wanda was kind, caring, and compassionate. Maybe she would like something that represents all those things.

“Wait,” you said suddenly. “Go back up.” Natasha scrolled up, and you pointed to a diamond ring. It was a three-stone diamond engagement ring. The description said that the two smaller pear-shaped diamonds framed the center gem. The center diamond was shaped like a square, but the website called it a Princess Diamond. You weren’t sure why it was called that, but you weren’t a professional. “I like that one.”

“Yeah? Why is that?” Natasha questioned. Your head rested on her shoulder, and you shrugged. You weren’t sure why you were drawn to it.

“I don’t know,” you said. “But there are three diamonds and three of us, so I think that’s why I like it.”

Now it was your turn to be up at night with Natasha’s laptop and the missing people’s name folder. It was another long day with the Bartons, playing Just Dance with Lila and a session of archer practice with Clint. However, your mind had yet to stop thinking about these people. So you brought the notebook you got from Lucia’s and wanted to write down everything you could find on them then…well, you weren’t sure. That part of the plan was still to be determined. There wasn’t much on them. No one cared to keep a record of who these people were after they became homeless.

But you found an article from 2012 published a few months after the Battle of New York. The article mentioned Ava Davis and Noah Rodriquez - childhood best friends turned business partners. They opened a fitness center that created personalized plans tailored to each individual’s needs. However, when Loki invaded the city, they lost everything. The fitness center was destroyed in the fight, and Ava’s girlfriend (recently turned fiance) was killed. They fell off the map until Lucia reported them missing.

You chewed on the end of your pen as you stared at the article and the summary you wrote. It was sad; your heart hurt for them. The city was in shambles after the battle; businesses were destroyed, and countless lives were lost. You remembered your father talking about it, saying the Avengers were working with the Devil. Sighing, you took a sip of the tea you made. It was no longer warm. “What are you doing up?” You yelped at the sudden voice. “Oops, sorry,” Clint laughed and poured himself a cup of coffee from the cold pot.

“You,” you placed a hand over your heart. “You gave me a heart attack.” You were taking a few deep breaths to calm the organ beating against your ribs.

“It’s my house. I didn’t expect to see you up!” He defended. That was fair, but you shrugged and returned to typing on the computer. “So what are you doing at this hour? You need sleep.” You were leaving tomorrow, which made you sad. But telling Clint wouldn’t hurt, right? Maybe.

“Someone I used to know before I moved into the tower told me a few people have missing people who have lived on the streets,” you clarified. “She’s reported it to the police, but they don’t care about people like me,” you saw a flash of anger pass through Clint’s eyes. “So I thought I’d use Avenger resources to find them.”

“Does the team know about this case you are working on?” You nodded.

“Tony got me the list of names from NYPD, and I told Pepper.”

“Any luck?” He moved around the counter and sat down next to you.

“Nothing on current whereabouts. It’s not like we can get our hands on cellphones, so tracking them through cellphone towers is out of the question,” you bite the end of your pen. “I thought about using facial recognition through Overwatch when I get back,” you looked at Clint, and he was looking at you. You couldn’t place the emotion on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are just really good at this,” he said. “I’m just surprised.” You shrugged.

“I read a lot,” you mumbled. “I like a good crime novel.” Clint smiled. “So, do you have any ideas?” He pulled the file before him and flipped through the few pages.

“Well, if you can’t find them now, find the connection in their pass. If you believe these people are being taken, the answer is there. Find the connection between the individuals, which may lead you to who took them,” Clint explained.

“Find the connection,” you repeated. “Thank you! I’ll see what I can find.”

“Be careful,” he said, finishing his drink. “Don’t search for these people by yourself if it comes to that,” you nodded. “I’m serious,” he stood up and cleaned the mug he used. “What you are doing is honorable, but it can turn dangerous, and the last thing I need is an angry Black Widow and Scarlet Witch to come knocking on my door because you got hurt from my advice.” You laughed.

“I promise,” you said. “If I get a lead, I’ll hand it to the professionals.” He ruffled your hair.

“Smart kid. Get some sleep. From what I’ve heard, you have a bus for a couple of days,” you frowned. Natasha and Wanda refused to tell you the rest of the plans for the trip. “Night kiddo.”

“Night, Clint, and thank you again,” he gave you a salute and walked in the direction of his room. Find the connection. Find the connection. You began searching for other news articles, employment records, and rental leases. Every name you researched sent you down a rabbit hole that you followed. They were all different, all coming from different walks of life. One person spent some time in Lagos. Another was a teacher from California. But the one thing they had in common was the Avengers destroyed their livelihood. They lost businesses, family members, and loved ones in battles that the Avengers fought in. What was going on?

Saying goodbye to the Bartons was more complicated the second time than the first. A part of you was reluctant to leave, but you left with Cooper and Lila’s phone number in the new phone you got as a birthday present and a promise to text them all the time. So you loaded back onto the small jet and waved goodbye to them through the window. When you were at a safe altitude, you unbuckled your seat belt and walked over to the cockpit, standing between Natasha and Wanda. “So,” you dragged out the word. “Where are we going?” Natasha chuckled and shook her head.

“We are going to St. Petersburg to visit my parents. They’ve been very excited to meet you,” your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. No one was excited to meet you. You saw Natasha glance at Wanda, who was oddly quiet. She seemed lost in her head, a million miles away. Natasha placed a hand on her thigh. “They are eccentric,” she continued. “Just letting you know.” You hummed, but your attention was on the witch.

“Hey, Wands,” your voice pulled her out of her head. “Can you do my hair? Lila gave me some beads to put in it.”

“Yeah,” she forced a smile. “Of course I can.” You moved to the side so she could walk past you.

“Thank you,” Natasha whispered. You nodded and squeezed her shoulder. Wanda was sitting down with a hairbrush already, and you grabbed the beads from your bag. You sat between her legs and felt the brush move through your hair. It was soothing.

“Where are we going before St. Petersburg?” You questioned softly. Her hands stuttered slightly. “I know we are going somewhere that has you upset unless her parents are that bad.” Wanda chuckled.

“They are great,” you turned to face her when her voice cracked. Her eyes were glossy with tears. “I’m sorry,” she wiped her tears away. “You asked me to do something, and here I am crying.” You placed a hand on top of hers.

“It can wait,” you smiled. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?” You sat down next to her with your legs crossed. She faced forward, running her fingers across the bristles of the brush.

“I asked Nat if we could stop at what’s left of Sokovia. Once it was cleared of the rubble, the neighboring countries took the land. Completely erased it from the map,” her accent was thicker the more she spoke. “But a memorial was built in memory of the victims.”

“Like your brother?” You watched her body shake, but she quickly nodded her head. She placed the brush down and gripped the bench you both sat on. You saw the signs of her powers looking for an outlet. She told you that her powers were connected to her emotions. Her body was tense. The red glow of her magic danced on her fingers. Without hesitation, you grabbed her hand and hid away everything you didn’t want her to see. Her magic died down, and she turned to face you. A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Can you tell me about them? Your parents, your brother, your home before the battle.”

“Why do you want to know?” You shrugged, opening up her palm and tracing the lines.

“Because it’s important to you, and I want to know about your life,” you said. “I want to know how I can help you.” Wanda smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Sokovia was,” she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “Messy.” You weren’t expecting her to use that word. “It was messy to the outside world, but those living there found it beautiful. There was a lot of political turmoil, which resulted in the United States trying to fix it. I would fall asleep to the sound of bombs.”

“And you found that beautiful?” You thought living on the streets was hard enough. Wanda smiled, laughing slightly.

“Maybe that wasn’t beautiful, but we weren’t involved in the political nonsense as regular citizens. We had to rely on each other. I met some of the kindest people during those times. My parents tried very hard to provide for us to ensure we had food and a roof over our heads. We would watch sitcoms every night, and the laugh track would black out the war,” Wanda chuckled. “It sounds crazy when I say it out loud. You must think I’m insane,” you would never. “But I had to find the beautiful moments during the darkness.” You understood that. You found yourself doing the same thing: listening to your mother sing Caleb a song, finding a good book, and when your parents left you alone.

“I did the same,” you smiled. “Tell me more about your parents.” You could listen to Wanda talk about her home country for hours and hours. With every story she told, her eyes would light up, and her smile was so big. You hoped her smile would never fade away.

When the jet landed, Natasha and you allowed Wanda to visit the memorial without the two of you hovering. However, the Black Widow was passing back and forth - 5 steps one way, then turned around and walked back the other way. You sat on the ground, knees bent to rest your forearms on them. The memorial depicted an average Sokovian family - a mother, father, daughter, and son. Flowers and the Sokovian flag surrounded the family. “Who built it?” You asked. Natasha stopped her pacing and hummed in question. “Who built the memorial? It’s not like it appeared out of nowhere.” She faced the monument with her arms crossed. Wanda fell to her knees, and you knew Natasha was fighting the instinct to rush over to be with her.

“It kind of did,” she sat down next to you. “Stark has a relief foundation that helps with the messes we make, and they were on the scene before we made it back to the States,” Natasha sighed. “Stark says he didn’t do it, but you know Tony likes to take credit for everything,” you smiled, but the redhead sighed again. “Sokovia was a mess on and off the battlefield.”

“What happened?” You questioned. Natasha was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

“There was a lot of talk about dismantling the Avengers,” she started. “Many people thought we were dangerous, especially with what happened in New York, DC, and Lagos. Ross was trying to pass the Accords,” the Accords? You weren’t sure what that was. You looked at her, confused. “It was a document that would allow the UN to be in control of us and have all enhanced individuals would have to be registered and monitored,” she explained. Enhanced? So, people like you, Wanda, and America.

“Why didn’t it get passed?”

“We refused to sign it,” Natasha bent one of her knees and leaned back. “I think it was the first time I saw the team stand together,” she admitted. “With us banding together, the Accords made no traction. We were left to make our own choices, but we try to limit the damage we cause and help those affected.” You nodded and focused back on Wanda. You could feel her energy. There was an uptick in her heart rate. Her breathing was becoming uneven. She was grieving, alone. Natasha told you the Accords weren’t signed because the Avengers came together. You weren’t going to let her face this alone.

You stood up and walked over to her, ignoring the way Natasha called after you. You tiptoed, not wanting to scare her. “You can join me,” she invited you. Nodding, you knelt next to her. “It’s so quiet,” Wanda looked around. “Sokovia was never this quiet.” She ran her hand across the ground. “I can’t believe it’s gone.”

“It’s not gone,” you whispered. “Just because the place is gone, Sokovia is still alive. It’s alive because of you and everyone else who survived that day,” you placed your hand on the monument. “Now it lives through me because you are keeping its memory and culture alive.” She placed her hand on top of yours. “Can you sign that lullaby your mom used to sing? I’d love to learn it.”

“It’s in Sokovian,” you smiled.

“I’d love to have another language under my belt.” Wanda laughed and used the back of her hand to clear the tears from her face. She taught you the song. Some words felt heavy on your tongue, but you managed to muddle your way through it. As you learned it, you heard Natasha’s footsteps behind you. She kissed the top of Wanda’s head, and the witch leaned her weight against her. You smiled, closed your eyes, and began to hum the tune Wanda shared with you.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” you sang. “Now you are here. More perfect than I imagined,” the Sokovian words were hard to pronounce, and your voice shook. “Our house is now a home. No matter where you go. Sunlight shines on you,” you open your eyes. “Sunlight shines on you.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

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.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 900

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

[ m a s t e r l i s t ]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Mags is your grandmother from your mother’s side so you grew up in District 4 in Victors’ Village with your whole family.

You had a sweet childhood, which makes you a nice and quite innocent child when it comes to the world you live in, and you were very close to your grandmother who often took care of you. Your family grew without ever being in need thanks to the pension of the former victor but nevertheless remained very humble and appreciated by the district because you were all devoted to charitable works.

The subject of the Hunger Games has always been a sensitive subject, however, and no one was watching the Games at home.

When you were 6, Finnick - then 14 years old - won his Games and also moved to the Victors' Village.

He immediately formed a kind of brother-sister relationship with you, where he was the one who looked after you when your parents were not there. He also went with you to school, which was the same as his, and waited for you in the evening so that you could go home together. He was truly the sweetest big brother in the world who kept reminding you that you were his little princess.

Your relationship improved even more when Annie Cresta came to settle down when you were 11 because the three of you often hung out together. You were over the moon when you found out they were together.

Unfortunately, you were nominated as the female tribute of the 73rd Hunger Games when you were only 14 years old.

There was panic in your family: your parents wouldn't let go of you as they hugged you in the back room and you saw Mags crying silently in a corner. During the whole preparation period, all of them who were mentors came with you and did their best to teach you the techniques to hide and to survive during the Games.

Just before entering the arena, your grandmother gave you her necklace with an oyster shell so that you would have a souvenir of her.

Luckily for you, the arena for the 73rd Hunger Games was "City Ruins" so so the weather conditions weren't extreme and you had plenty of hiding places to hide in "comfortably". You used your skills and, just like the District 6 Morphlings and Mags before, you were able to survive in the arena without having to fight with anyone. Plus, you were very popular on Capitol because you were a child and also as a descendant of a previous victor from the first generation. So, coupled with the fact that Finnick and Mags had gone out of their way to get you sponsors, you received a lot of gifts that helped you a lot during the Games.

You were greeted like a miracle on your way home.

However, the stress of your nomination as well as her old age got the better of Mags, who passed away before the start of the 74th Hunger Games.

When the 3rd Quarter Quell was announced, when you were 16, you were in shock and yet, when you heard Annie's name as a tribute, you volunteered in her place. You considered her your big sister and loved her as such, so knowing her psychological state, you preferred to take a chance rather than let her die. When you were in private with Finnick, he thanked you for saving her and promised to always protect you no matter what, as the precious little sister you were for him.

You joined the Rebellion alongside Finnick.

As the start of the Games cannon thundered, you jumped into the water to swim to the catwalk. Thanks to your swimming abilities in your district, you were one of the first to go out of the water. However, while you were locating yourself in the arena as well as where Finnick and your allies were, you didn't see Enobaria who emerged from the water at your feet to come and bite your Achilles tendon until it was bloody. You managed to push her back into the water before running to Finnick, whom you had spotted at the Cornucopia, and collapsing at his feet, unable to walk.

He carried you on his back for the rest of the Games where he defended you tooth and nail against all threats such as the fog, monkey mutts or other tributes. You comforted him as best you could after his time with the mockingjays.

Given your physical proximity to him before the dome exploded, he used his last strength to crawl up to you before the hovercraft took him away. So you were picked up in the same basket as him.

So you were sent to District 13 where you both eagerly awaited Annie's return and, when she finally came back and she and Finnick finally got married, you were their maid of honor. When Finnick then left with the expedition squad to the Capitol, you stayed in the underground District where you learned from Annie that your entire family was executed by Snow after you disappeared due to your rebellion. Once Finnick returned and you all witnessed the execution of Snow and Coin, the three of you settled back into District 4.

You have the house right next to theirs.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @amonett @zodiyack

#hunger games #imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine

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can-of-pringles · 1 month

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Do your OCs have any favorite historical figures? Or favorite historical moments/facts?

Silas Petersson: James Barry

Kaia: Annie Jump Cannon

Eliška Hasek: Marie Curie

Marigold Rosales: Hatshepsut

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff: Maybe Amelia Earhart?

Allison Dahir: Sappho? :>

Lee Quinn: Joan of Arc

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viktorybell · 1 year

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If I’m Honest

Marina x Pearl

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Prompt: 50 Ways to Say “I Love You” (deity-prompts) #35 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

“It’s me and you against the world, ‘Rina!” Pearl cheers, throwing her arms up in a quick celebratory pose before leaning forward in her seat towards her co-host. “Let’s wake the sleepin’ giants with our sloppy sonic science!”

Across from Pearl, Marina sniffles, dabbing at her eyes gently as she responds, “Yeah, let’s bring our bumpin’ beats to the oceans and streets!”

“Our splatfests may be coming to an end, but Off the Hook is just getting started!” Pearl kicks her legs up as she spins in her host's chair, Marina informing their audience where they can find their gifts for participating in their final Splatfest. “Until next time!”

The two jumped up and joined together for their outro, “Don’t get cooked, stay Off the Hook!!”

Marina watches as her co-host slumps back into her chair, a satisfied grin on her face as she watches their crew celebrate a truly fantastic last Splatfest. As much as they played it up for the camera, Marina is proud of her Pearl for winning. They’ve come so far over the past two years, Marina never thought she could accomplish anything like that. She’d been stuck in OCtavio’s army for what had felt like forever, making weapons that were to be used on the very city she now loved.

But here she was! A star! An Inkopolis Square star with a show she helps run with her closest companion in the whole world! Oh, and here Marina is, getting teary eyed again…

“Everything fresh, ‘Rina?” Pearl asks, scooting to the edge of her seat where Marina was still standing in front of her own host’s chair. “I’m sorry Team Order lost, I can make sure your side of the apartment has NO chaos on it at all, swear!”

“You’re too sweet, Pearlie. I’m ok, I just,” Marina pauses to wipe at her eyes, smiling a shaky smile down at her other half. “Just a li’l overwhelmed is all.”

“Too overwhelmed for our Off the Hook wrap party?!” Pearl springs up from her chair, bouncing excitedly around their set. “Crusty Sean is gonna cater it and even Annie’s gonna be there, and I haven’t seen her ONCE since she started working for Sheldon! Oooh, I wonder if I can get Sheldon to drink enough Ink-well Chillers then maybe I can finally convince him to make that portable Princess Cannon-oh! Or I-”

“Pearlie-”

“Maybe I can convince Annie! We went to school together, I’m sure if I promised to use my cool-rockstar-celebrity influence to get some primo snacks for her clown fish then maybe-”

“Pearlie, I don't think I-”

“Hm. I lied, I actually don’t know what clown fish eat, and if I killed Annie’s fish then I’d probably get banned from Ammo Knights for life. Heh, not that that’s a bad thing. Save me from listenin’ to the old man’s drivel. I swear, that fool can just talk and talk and talk and-”

“Pearl!!” Marina finally raises her voice, fighting to be heard over Pearl’s externalized internal monologue. “Sorry, Pearlie. Just had to get your attention. I don’t…I don’t think I’m gonna come to the wrap party tonight.”

Pearl’s demeanor switched almost immediately, going from hopping around the studio to standing still as ever in front of Marina. A clammy sweat formed on the back of Marina’s neck, she hated to bring down the mood, but today had been…a lot. Between the emotions running high in their last Splatfest special and all the work this Spaltfest has entailed…It’s just too much. Marina’s good in a crisis, less so in a giant dance hall full of inklings just begging to talk to her or to pull her into a dance or sing for them. As much as she’d like to stand by Pearl’s side at that stuffy after party, she’s 90% sure it would trigger an episode right about now.

“Word, ‘Rina. Do you want me to pick up some take-out instead?” Pearl cocks her head to the side, gold eyes clear of judgment or disappointment or anything other than the adoration and affection she held for her co-host and best friend.

“Huh? Take out?” Marina’s face was heating up, Pearl’s eye contact was always intense and made her feel like a clumsy little girl again.

“Yeah! I mentioned Crusty Sean’s earlier, I’ve been cravin’ a Galactic Seanwich all week, but I think there’s gonna be a food truck stoppin’ by too. Crab-n-go I think?” Pearl continued on like Marina wasn’t having a minor conniption. “Ooh, how about a movie? I’ll let you pick this time!”

“No, Pearlie, I mean take out? A movie? What about your wrap party?” Looking down, letting her tentacles fall in her face, Marina turned to stare out through the Inkopolis side windows. “I don’t want you to miss out on a fun night just because I’m…tired tonight.”

Words are hard. The only words that come to Pearl easily are the sick rhymes she writes for her and her ‘Rina’s hot tracks. For as much as Pearl loves to ramble and rap and rhyme, when it comes to expressing herself, expressing how she feels to Marina, she feels she’s fallen short for what feels like the first time in her life. But Pearl would do anything for Marina. She’d move mountains or explode evil telephones or help rescue a super cool secret agent from an underground subway that might, like, actually be the coolest music video back drop ever if they could just-

Pushing through the mental block in her head that stops her from getting mushy on Marina, she grabs both her hands. Marina peeks out from behind her bangs, eyebrows drawn together in worry.

“I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest,” Pearl states simply.

Marina nods her head, almost frantically, gripping Pearl’s hands back and pulling them close to her heart. She also seems at a loss for words. And where silence would normally unsettle Pearl, she found there wasn’t a single place in the world she’d rather be than in front of her partner, asking what she wanted to pick up for dinner.

“Alright,” Marina’s voice was high pitched and strained as she held back from launching into a bear hug and snuggling into Pearl like her life depended on it. “Take out sounds good.”

“And a movie?”

“And a movie,” Marina smiles down at Pearl, pressing a kiss to the back of each of her hands. Pearl lets out an ear piercing squeal that makes Marina thankful for the headphones she never takes off. They come in handy more often than you’d think.

“FRESH yeah!! I heard they just got this new menu item called the Pescatariat Royale!” Pearl rambles on, never letting go of Marina’s hand as they walk out of the studio side-by-side.

There’s paparazzi swarming the building, every Inkopolis reporter and their brother was out there, flashing their cameras and calling out to the stars as they ran to Rina’s dope motorcycle.

For once, her co-host’s hand in hers, Marina just laughed as she ran past the press and hopped on. Pearl immediately tucked in close, wrapping her arm around the other’s waist and throwing out a peace sign as she shouted out her love for their devoted fans.

It was hard to feel bad with Pearl by her side.

#splatoon #splatoon fic #splatoon 2 #pearl splatoon #marina ida #marina splatoon #off the hook #pearlrina #satoushio #fanfic #fic #splatoon fanfic #mr viktor writes

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whales-are-gay · 15 days

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guys. there are women who are not celebrities. that you can name. even if you dont know celebrities. annie jump cannon. hellen keller. mae jemison. cmon you guys.

#personal post

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diceriadelluntore · 2 years

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Storia Di Musica #237 - Pearl Jam, Binaural, 2000

La decisione di scrivere di album cosmici dopo le foto, eccezionali, del nuovo telescopio spaziale James Webb si deve al fatto che per caso avevo ripreso in mano questo disco. In copertina infatti ha una foto, del 1996, dell’ormai leggendario telescopio Hubble, che è stato l’apripista delle meraviglie del Cosmo: la nebulosa Clessidra situata alla distanza di 8000 anni luce dalla Terra e fu scoperta da due scienziate americani tra la fine degli anni ‘10 e l’inizio degli anni ‘20 del 900, Annie Jump Cannon e Margaret W. Mayall. Fu con le foto di Hubble che se ne poté ammirare la straordinaria simmetria. I Pearl Jam scelsero questa foto, e anche altre scattate dalla Nasa con il telescopio nel libretto del disco, come copertina del loro sesto album in studio, del 2000. Sono passati solo 9 anni dal quell’esordio fragoroso e memorabile che fu Ten, che li fece scoprire al mondo, con la forza e la passione del loro rock. A distanza di così pochi anni, sono ben consapevoli di essere dei sopravvissuti: del grunge non è rimasta che la polvere stellare, tra lutti, defezioni, fragorose rovine, e pure loro in quel periodo non è che stessero alla grande: Eddie Vedder era sul punto di abbandonare la band per un blocco creativo, Mike McCready è in riabilitazione per abuso di farmaci, Jack Irons è l’ennesimo batterista che abbandona il gruppo. Sembra il prologo all’implosione. Ma invece tutto si aggiusta, e con l’ingresso dell’ex Soundgarden Matt Cameron alla batteria si forma quella line up leggendaria che ancora oggi miete successo: Vedder cantante, McCready alla chitarra, Jeff Ament al basso, Stone Gossard alla chitarra ritmica, Cameron alla batteria. Tutto questo sfocia in una voglia di cambiamento anche musicale: per la prima volta in 9 anni non chiamano in produzione Brendan O’Brien e passano a Tchad Blake, famoso produttore e ingegnere del suono, pioniere delle registrazioni binaurali: un metodo di registrazione tridimensionale del suono che ha il fine di ottimizzare la registrazione per il suo ascolto in cuffia, riproducendo il più fedelmente possibile le percezioni acustiche di un ascoltatore situato nell'ambiente originario di ripresa dell'evento sonoro. Se le registrazioni binaurali sono interessanti, meno lo è il lavoro di Blake, tanto è che la band farà mixare i brani al fido O’Brien alla conclusione delle registrazioni. Rimane solo il riferimento alla tecnica di registrazione, tanto che il titolo dell’album è Binaural. Tesissimo, nel consueto mix tra forza, rabbia ed emozioni dolci, il disco mette in scena tutto il repertorio musicale del gruppo e la consueta, magnifica, vena espressiva di Vedder. Si parte con la forza di Breakerfall e God’s Dice, con la prima quasi apocalittica nel testo, di nuovo centrato sui disagi giovanili, tema centrale nei testi di Vedder:”È come se avesse perso il suo biglietto d'invito al party sulla Terra\, e stesse fuori a odiare chiunque sia qui\Lei è il suo stesso male, piange stretta alla sua bambola\Ma solo l'amore può frenare la sua caduta\Frenare la sua caduta\Solo l'amore può frenare la sua caduta”. La parte centrale ha le meravigliose ballate: Light Years, dolente canzone sulla distanza interpersonale (Con il respiro pesante, rimpianti risvegliati\Ultime pagine e giorni passati da soli che avremmo potuto trascorrere insieme, ma eravamo distanti miglia\Ogni centimetro tra di noi diventa anni luce adesso\Non c'è tempo per essere vuoti o per risparmiare sulla vita\Oh, bisogna viverla tutta), la altrettanto bella Nothing As It Seems, primo singolo del disco e registrata con la tecnica binaurale, la toccante Thin Air. Molto di quello che è successo alla band c’è sia in Insignificance e soprattutto in Grievance, scritta proprio da Vedder come prima canzone al suo blocco creativo, e ispirata alle storiche manifestazioni di piazza a Seattle durante il WTO del 1999:”Prendi gli innocenti da una folla\Alza i manganelli e abbattili\Se si rifiutano di obbedire\Oh, se si rifiutano di obbedire\Per ogni strumento che ci danno\Una perdita di indipendenza\Giuro il mio risentimento alla bandiera\Perché non dai il sangue per poi riprendertelo\Meritiamo tutti qualcosa di più”. Ci sono poi le altre tracce binaurali: Of The Girl, magnetica e acustica, Rival che inizia con latrati di cani arrabbiati, molto blues, la bellezza magnetica di Slight Of Hand, uno dei grandi pezzi del loro repertorio, una storia per ritrovarsi che dice:”Quando raggiunse la riva del mondo a cui era agganciato\Lui risalì alla superfice della consuetudine\Raccolse le sue poche cose, il cappotto e le chiavi\Ogni nuova consapevolezza avrebbe dovuto attendere\Finché non avesse avuto più tempo... più tempo\Tempo per sognare... da solo\Dice arrivederci... a se stesso\Ti rivedrò dall'altra parte\Un altro uomo, mosso da un inganno”. Soon Forget con il solo dell’ukulele è il seme da cui partirà la carriera solista di Vedder, Parting Ways è la traccia finale che contiene, cosa comune nei loro dischi, la ghost track Writer's Block. Il disco non è tra i loro più famosi, e all’epoca fu considerato non come avrebbe meritato: tuttavia il successivo tour fu storico per la decisione, all’epoca dirompente, della band di pubblicare tutti gli show tra Stati Uniti e Europa di official bootleg, reperibili sia nei negozi fisici che tra mite il fan club della band. 72 concerti che furono apripista di una scelta che ancora oggi propongono, diventando di fatto la band moderna con il più clamoroso e grande catalogo musicale fisico reperibile al mondo. Una scelta di forza e di rispetto verso i propri fan di una delle ultime grandi band del rock, unica nel saper racchiudere in una canzone i sentimenti di disagio e di struggimento di questi tempi.

#pearl jam #binaural #2000 #recensione

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garadinervi · 2 years

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Constance DeJong, Caroline Herschel Annie Jump Cannon Henrietta Swan Leavitt, (chalk, ink, and inkjet print on archival paper), 2018; from Constance DeJong: A survey exhibition, Curated by Sarah Watson and Jocelyn Spaar, Bertha & Karl Leubsdorf Gallery, New York, NY, August 24 – October 9, 2021 [Collection of Nion McEvoy, San Francisco, CA. © Constance DeJong. Photo: © Dario Lasagni]

#art #visual writing #drawing #exhibition #constance dejong #sarah watson #jocelyn spaar #dario lasagni #bertha & karl leubsdorf gallery #2010s #2020s

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hellhoundstooth · 1 year

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future dog name: annie jump cannon registered name: [kennel] oh be a fine girl kiss me

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sandersstudies · 2 years

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Just out of curiosity, what show are y’all doing?

Silent Sky by Lauren Gunderson! If you like Radium Girls or Hidden Figures it’s a great show for you :)

It’s a fictional show about the real-life women Henrietta Swan Leavitt, Annie Jump Cannon, and Wilhelmina Fleming, who were Harvard “computers” around the turn of the 20th century. It details Leavitt’s discovery of “Leavitt’s Law,” which lay the foundation for Edwin Hubble and Ejnar Hertzsprung to measure astral bodies outside the Milky Way. Leavitt’s work was the first “standard candle” in astronomy, and Cannon was a suffragette who also developed a long-standing system of star classification.

Leavitt and Cannon were also both deaf women!

The fictional part of the play places these women in relation to two fictional characters: a housewife and a (male) professor’s apprentice, who represent the “traditional” life choices of women in the period, and the patriarchy, respectively, and drive most of the emotion and plot of the play.

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the flood of the seventieth hunger games drowning, murder, blood, death mentions, flooding, & mental exhaustion tw.

eight days and twelve cannons blaring later, annie would find herself splayed across a thick branch of a tree. turns out she was proficient at hiding. before the seventieth hunger games, she was unaware of the fact. the hours blur in the arena ; insomnia ravaged her after the gruesome death of percy leatworth. ( she scrubbed her skin raw after his own lifeblood splashed her like an afterthought. ) dehydration lingered just too shy of taking her. she wished its claws would just end her.

apart from annie, only eleven tributes remained. her splintered mind is running a list : two from one, one from three, myself, one from

in a moment’s slip, she’s airborne. gravity hurdles her fifteen, maybe twenty, feet onto shaking ground. the pain radiating from bones is momentarily forgotten as she attempts to dodge debris. it’s an earthquake ! it’s as sudden in its abrupt end. two cannons roar signifying only ten competitors left.

birds are retreating from the west, and screams rumble from that direction too. the sound of cracking magnified follows eerily. it takes a second, but annie’s face hardens with the realization of the dam breaking. she’s jumping up on her feet quickly. ( time is of the essence. ) her body is sore and tender but higher ground is required. the same greenery that projected her minutes ago might be her solace once again. up and up and up she must go, a lot steeper than before.

tawny eyes never leave the west. agatha cresta told her from a young age that you never turn your back to the waves. eyes grow wide. it’s as if the flooding defied nature. ( the technological savvy of the arena didn’t need to follow the possible.) water poured in ways she’d only overheard from drunken sailors recollecting old wives’ tales. so when it finally approaches, it’s a deep breath in before annie allows the wave to take her.

the flood consists of freshwater, unlike the bodies in district four where saltwater felt like a blessing against sun-kissed skin. though it also lacks the frigidness ( which may have meant next to nothing to the tributes who rarely have access to the sea. ) people can endure it a bit longer. and as annie comes up for air, she can finally see others. they’re not close, but the now leveled horizon made it much easier to make out seven.

another cannon goes off ! ( that leaves only one unaccounted for. ) even when the currents were strong, she felt a calmness in the water. cresta was never one to fear that. she grew up by the sea. it makes it easier to investigate the bubbles floating to surface meters away. it’s the expulsion of oxygen. unsurprisingly to her, it’s from the ninth opponent.

seaweed encases his lower body, appearing harmless. ( people assume that algae is until it’s too late. ) annie never learned his name, but she knew the scrawny sixteen year old was from district three. ( he’s just a child ! ) she’d seen him twice in the arena, most notably near the tree she shielded herself in. just yesterday, she threw a piece of kindling at him as a means of notifying the tribute of some careers drawing in. exchanging a nod, soon two perished in his trap with the others retreating. his state now was ironic.

she gracefully swims closer. the reservoir is crystal, making it impossibly easy to keep her eyes open. his dagger shines and nimble fingers remove it from his belt. annie uses her free hand to steady the aquatic plant that dances underwater and begins to cut. it should be easy ! why isn’t it ? adrenaline is pulsing in his veins. he doesn’t have much time ! ( darling mags will inform her later that they’re genetically enhanced, and that there was nothing she could do. )

drowning is a terrible way to go, and the unluckiest will have their stomachs filled before the cruel loch goes for the lungs. annie can’t leave him like this. previously the blade felt weightless, now the heft makes her want to swim to the bottom of these waters. ( i’m sorry ! ) sound does not leave her lips but bubbles do. it’s no loss, she’ll be above water soon. the shiny weapon tears through his abdomen, going downward before she unsheathed it from skin. ichor flows along the current. the pressure of the water squeezing the poor vessel. eyes shut quickly. ( her own death count goes from zero to one. )

legs kick as she propels herself towards the sun. annie meets the air with a wail. ( he’s just a child ) repeating in her mind. it isn’t fair ! tears well and drip to the unsteady pool. there’s only four other faces now. did she miss the cannons ? are those missing alive but fatally submerged ? thoughts race without an end in sight. there’s no shore ! she can’t bring anyone to safety. and even if she could, they’d still have to fight to the death.

so she continues swimming. the echoes of the others losing their bouts with water ring behind her, only accentuated by the clang that reveals another fallen tribute. ( it’s the sound of struggling that particularly chips away at her sanity. ) soon, it’s her and the final careers. they’d turned on one another. a distance away from the bloodbath, annie witnessed as the district one girl forced her body weight down on the boy. hands rung around his throat, in a twisted, senseless mix of strangulation and drowning.

the blonde sneers at her, probably tasting a combination of blood and victory. the waves are picking up again, taking the serenity out of the water once more. she allows them to spur her as she treads away quickly. ( i’ll get you, there’s nowhere to go, and you can’t swim forever are just a few of the things that left the other tribute’s mouth like a mantra. ) the taunts hold weight. valora received the highest score during training ; annie had seen the terror she caused in the arena.

as menacing as the other tribute was however, she was a subpar swimmer at best. it’s when annie looks back at her for the final time that her eyes fixate on the scene directly behind valora. and while she laughs and comments on how annie was acting like a sitting duck, soon the wave crashes over her. seconds later, annie is under too. you never turn your back to the waves.

brief panic aside, soon she’s scoping the water for the district one girl. seaweed has acted like a spiderweb twice these games. while the first victim had the flight response, valora had the fight. teeth bared and screams are stifled by the liquid around her. a blade is in her fist. ( she’s unaware of her doomed fate. ) part of annie wants to give her the same merciful release she gave the boy, but it would’ve likely led to both of them bleeding out.

cresta drifts up slowly. and once she reaches the surface, she begins to float on her back. ( for a fleeting moment, it feels like district four. ) the restlessness of the flood has subdued ; the sun gleams in the sky. her features scrunch until she can’t hold the tears back anymore. some cluelessly ask her in the months following if that was her relief at victorship. her consciousness is solely focused on percy ... valora ... the young district three boy ... the others who drowned. their deaths were ones where she just stood by, incapable of saving them ; she traded their lives for her own.

how could anyone expect annie to celebrate after hearing the announcement ? “ ladies and gentlemen, i am pleased to present the victor of the seventieth hunger games, annie cresta of district four ! ”

#why focus on my intros when i can do a drabble instead?#* drabble / annie .#drowning tw #murder tw #death mention tw #flooding tw #mental exhaustion tw

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