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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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It Couple || Young!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!reader

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Summary: just you and Coryo being the it couple at the academy 🤭

Warnings: fem!reader, idk if there’s anything else

Wc: 691

A/n: pls send thru fic requests for Tom!!!!

In the bustling halls of the Academy, you, the epitome of popularity, gracefully navigate the sea of admiring glances. You weren't particularly sure what factor of you made you so popular, maybe it was your kindness, looks, money, name? Whatever the reason may be you liked to bask in it, not in the cocky manner.

Your perfectly coordinated and confident demeanor were enough to turn any mundane day into a spectacle worth watching. Coriolanus Snow, the charming heartthrob of the academy, with his disheveled yet effortlessly handsome appearance, awaited you by your locker.

As he caught sight of you, a charming smile graced his lips, and he fell into step beside you. "Good morning, my love," Coryo said, his voice a velvet murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Good morning, Coryo," your replied with a playful smirk, your eyes meeting his as you exchange a knowing look.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and it added an extra layer of glamour to the 'it couple' status you both held. The title for it really came from a joke by Clemmie at the cafeteria as fellow students from younger years would shamelessly stare at you and Coryo doing such simple things, which in that case, was simply walking to your table.

From that day forward, the title flourished and spread around the academy. Instead of referring to you and Coryo in the context of you being together, they referred the two of you as the 'it couple'. It was quite undisputed, turning heads and sparking envy among your peers.

As you and Coriolanus walk side by side through the halls of the academy, whispers of admiration trail in your wake. Your relationship with Snow was the talk of the academy, maybe even the Capitol due to your high statuses. The two of you becoming a symbol of perfection, setting the standard for others to emulate.

"Snow and Y/l/n, they're practically royalty around here,' a hushed voice echoed from a cluster of students, "I wish I could be in their group for projects, It's like a ticket to instant success,' another voice chimed in.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus slid his arm around you waist, pulling you in a little closer with a smirk on his lips. "Do you see the way everyone's looking at us," he remarked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and mischief.

It was undeniable that Coryo loved the attention. Even before the two of you started dating he would get attention, but now, it was different. "You just love the attention, don't you?" You teased, leaning into his touch.

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that resonated through the hallway. "Guilty as charged. But it's even better when I get to share it with you, dove." Coryo purrs, his grip on your waist tightening as you giggle.

The day unfolded with the usual whirlwind of the classes, but it was during the partnered projects that your unity truly shone. In the lab, you and Coriolanus blended intellect and charm seamlessly, leaving your classmates in awe.

"How do they nail it every time," Io Jasper sighs making those around her chuckle, as they agree after seeing the elaborate model you and Coriolanus crafted. Coriolanus, known for his silver-tongued wit, had a way of making even the most tedious assignments feel like a delightful escapade.

Most, if not, all of the Academy's social events became your stage without you giving it much thought, and you and Coriolanus were the headline act. A grand ball celebrating the academy's founding anniversary was the the definition of lavish.

Dressed in a gorgeous dress that rivaled the stars, you walk into Heavensbee hall, your arm linked with Coriolanus. People around the entrance elicit gasps as the spotlight found the two of you.

Arachne rolls her eyes, observing the two of you with a group of friends. "How do they manage to look flawless all the time?" she comments, shaking her head. "It's nauseating." She finishes, tilting her head back to savor a sip of posca. Clemensia chuckles softly, "Well, there's a reason they're known as the 'it couple,'" she says, shrugging casually.

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incorrect-hunger-games-quotes · 5 months

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Lucy gray: Yeah I'm really into true crime podcasts lately.

Coriolanus, trying to flirt: You know I've been the primary suspect in quite a few murder cases.

#thg incorrect quotes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #district 12 #The capitol #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #Silly little snow #rachel zegler #Tom blyth #thg prequel #Covey

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mockingjaysnakes · 2 months

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"finally, the star pupil".

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #gifs #movies #festus creed #the academy #the capitol

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taytrashmouth · 5 months

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hello lovely!! would u consider writing a peeta x reader, where ur both in the quarter quell, but reader is separated from peeta from the start and goes through mutt attacks/blood rain/jabberjays by herself and when peeta and the group find her on the beach she is injured and traumatised. hurt/comfort, where he looks after her afterwards and comforts her, washes her in the water and stuff? loooads of gentle comfort and fluff. sorry for my bad english!!

Okay I am absolutely obsessed with this request!!!! Omg can’t wait for you to read this!!! Ahhhh! Okay okay I hope you love it 😊

Peeta x reader

(Catching fire)

Requests are open so don’t forget to send them in!!!! Prompts under my profile!

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When you woke up the morning of the games in Peetas arms you somehow felt safe. It was like you weren’t being sent to die that day. He kissed your head and told you he’d be by your side.

You had dreamt about the last games, how you were separated and the only reason you survived was because he became allies with those horrible kids from 1 & 2

When you eventually found each other, all you did was help Peeta get better, applied the ointment and comforted him. He did all the killing, he saved you.

You only survived the first half by dumb luck, that spear was supposed to hit you…not Rue. If only you hadn’t moved out the way.

The whole lovers idea was Peetas too, only it was true. Deep down you both knew you’d liked each other since kindergarten back in 12

But here you were in the little glass tube that sucked you straight into hell. You felt sick but you really wanted to throw up when you couldn’t see Peeta.

“Peeta!” You screamed as the countdown started. Sweating and getting panicked. You couldn’t do this again, not without him. You had a deal: stay together.

The games had begun. You needed a weapon. You jumped off the platform into the water swimming for the weapons.

Once you found your feet at the cornucopia, you began to hear screams and watched people start to fall. You grabbed a machete and ran for the jungle on one of the thin arms of rock.

“Peeta!” You screamed from the beach. But no answer. That was when a knife flew past your head and missed by an inch.

You couldn’t kill somebody. So you ran.

You shoved past trees and vines running deep into the jungle.

You found a spot hollowed out under a tree. It was hot- and you needed water.

That was when you heard his voice. Peeta.

You screamed for him as you ran towards the sound.

“Help n/n!” He yelled.

“Where are you!?” You frantically turned around. “Peeta?”

That was until his voice became overwhelming. Your ears started to ring. His cried for help, his screams.

You began to cry, realising this was some cruel trick of the capitol. “STOP IT!” You yelled, throat raw. You screamed as loud as you could covering your ears to get it to stop but it didn’t help. It was overwhelming. You tried to run but a forcefield locked you in. You screamed and banged on it but nothing worked.

You grabbed your machete and banged at the field but it just ricocheted.

You sunk to the floor, covering your ears and cried. You were there for what felt like a decade but was probably only an hour.

When his cries suddenly stopped you felt a strange sense of sadness. The screaming had been awful but you were worried about him. What if he was dead.

You began to walk deeper into the jungle, sweating and with tear stained cheeks. You had never been so thirsty before, after screaming so loudly in what felt like 100 degree heat.

As desperate as you were you stumbled across a little pool of water. You smiled dryly and lay on the floor, drinking out of the pool. A sigh escaped your mouth as you quenched your thirst. You splashed your face. And sat up leaning against a nearby tree.

This is where you would sleep. You gathered sticks and placed them in a circle around the area, to ensure that if someone walked by you would hear them.

The music began to play, you looked up at the sky, holding your pin. Praying you wouldn’t see Peetas face. You didn’t. Relief washed over you as the final canon went off.

You barely slept when you felt a warm air hitting your face, as your eyes opened you were greeted with a large mutt, two inches from your face.

You took a shocked, shaky breath in and slowly reached for your machete. It belted a loud noise sending a signal to the rest of his friends.

You closed your eyes as you wedged the sharp end of your blade into the mutt in-front of you.

You pulled the machete out of its body and stood up. Swinging at any that got a little to close. Just as one of the beasts began to jump at you, you decided the best option was to throw the machete and run.

As the mutt jumped and you released your blade, the woman from 6 who had been hiding in the trees tried to save you. And the machete hit her instead. A scream escaped your lips. You had killed someone.

You covered your mouth with your hands, shaky breaths escaping your lips. “No!” You sobbed.

You bent down to try help her, applying pressure to the wound. “I’m sorry.” You cried as she became limp.

You held her to your chest in the hopes it would cause a miracle.

Soon you noticed the mutts had began to run as a white smoked reached the edge of the water, you stood up, knowing something was coming.

One of their claws ripped the back of your calf open as it ran away. “Shit!” You fell into the smoke, immediately screaming and running.

The sun had started to rise, and you were limping with an excruciating pain in your arms and legs with growing boils from the poison.

You screamed as you ran not caring about attracting other tributes. The sun has begun to rise, and you were now an easy target.

You ran through the jungle searching desperately for the beach but it was so overgrown you had no way of knowing.

You stopped in a small clearing. Crying and sitting in the dirt. Desperately wanting to rid yourself of the boils.

After a while of crying A cool liquid hit your face. Rain. You looked up at the sky, hoping the water would help your sores. Opening your mouth to quench your thirst.

It was definitely not water. You gagged. Spitting onto the dirt. Blood.

You sobbed and ran wherever you could and tripped over a log of wood. Tumbling onto the sand of the beach.

You screamed and cried. Not knowing what to do. You hated the capitol. You hated that you didn’t know where Peeta was. You hated this. You hated that you had to die.

Just then you heard voices. You put a hand over your mouth trying to quiet your whimpers.

Tears running down your face. You couldn’t run anymore. This was it.

You shuffled back, trying to find and escape route but there wasn’t one.

You got on all fours and crawled on the sand, dragging your leg with a gash in it in the sand.

You let out chokes of pain and self pity as they grew closer, you refused to look.

“N/n!” You heard him…peeta. “Oh my god it’s y/n!!!”

You screamed and covered your ears lying in the sand. You would rather die than listen to the jabberjays again. Until someone rolled you onto your back and you were met with Peeta.

He looked so scared for you. You immediately started to cry as he hugged you tightly to his chest. “You weren’t real.” You sobbed into his chest, feeling his hair, his back, anything to make sure he was there.

“I’m real now. I’m here now.” He kissed your forehead and held you again. Until you hissed when he touched your boils.

“Oh shit! I had them too see-“ he showed you the faint scars on his hands.

“I need to get freshwater.” He began to get up but you held onto his hand. “Don’t leave” you whispered.

He stared at you for a moment too long, his eyes laced with concern.

“Finnick! I need water.” Peeta yelled at the group that was a safe distance away.

While you waited, Peeta brushed hair out of your eyes that was covered in blood and sand, just like the rest of you and you squeezed his arm in pain.

“It’s okay.” He kept repeating. Kissing your head despite your state.

When finnick returned Peeta poured water all over your boils and you screamed in pain as they vanished.

“Thank you.” You smiled sadly. Overwhelmed. Peeta often said you were a kind sole, you wouldn’t hurt a fly at home, literally. You sang songs and picked flowers. You weren’t meant for this. Nobody was really….

“Come on, let’s wash you off…if at least half this blood is yours, we’re in serious trouble.” He joked and you attempted to laugh. He picked you up bridal style.

You would argue that you could do it yourself but it just wasn’t true.

He dipped you into the salt water. You hissed in pain, clutching his wetsuit.

“I know it stings. I’m sorry.” He rubbed your arm but kept you underwater.

“It okay. Thank you.” You whispered again, almost scared something bad would happen like it had been. One after the other. Peeta cupped water into his hand and tilted your head back rinsing the blood out of your hair and carefully brushing through it with his fingers.

He washed you off, holding you with one had at all times. Afraid to let you go. He was careful around your cuts and scrapes.

“I killed her.” You let out, staring at nothing.

He stopped his movements and just helped you too his chest.

“Who?” He whispered.

“Six… she tried to save me and-“ you chocked on your tears.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay…I’m here. You don’t have to talk about it now.” He assured.

You were both wrinkly like the raisins Peeta used in his raisin bread back home by the time you got out the water.

You tried to walk but you could barely stand on your right foot.

“What happened?” Finnick asked before Peeta got the chance.

“Mutts.” You answered simply, trying to see the gash on the back of your calf.

You almost fell but Peeta caught you. He picked you up agin and placed you on the leaves they were using as beds in the sand tonight.

“Now we match.” Peeta smiled at you pulling up the leg of his wetsuit to reveal his prosthetic leg.

You laughed, for the first time in days.

The others were asleep while Peeta took the first watch. You sat in his lap, and wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala.

Head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he leaned against a tree looking at the waves.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, a tear running down his face. You sat up slightly to wipe it. “Me too.” You assured and squeezed his hand.

“So much for sticking together.” He half laughed.

“Yeah.” You looked at his brown eyes and played with his blonde fringe. He leaned in and Kissed you gently but passionately. Holding your cheek and pulling you in by your back. Carefully avoiding your right leg that was tediously bandaged with leaves and vines.

When you broke apart for air. You smiled softly at each other. Heart still heavy from the past two days.

“I love you n/n.” He spoke with only truth in his tone. It wasn’t just an act and you knew that.

“I love you too…so much.” You teared up thinking about how you were going to have to say goodbye soon.

You resumed your position on his chest and fell asleep to his hand rubbing your back and his whispers of “it’s okay.” And “I love you.”

#y/n #peeta supremacy #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark #team peeta #thg peeta #peeta mellark x reader #peeta x reader #the hunger games peeta #i love peeta #the hunger games #catching fire #thg #thg fanfiction #finnick odair #hunger games #may the odds be ever in your favor #the capitol #panem

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ficmotel · 5 months

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The characterization of the tributes was phenomenal but my personal favorite was Reaper.

He is a character that we barely get to see but we learn so much about him. We see his hatred for the capitol from the very beginning. We know he killed a peacekeeper in district 11, He attacks Coriolanus in the shuttle, he scares Clemenisa.

However he shows great care for Dill and only seems to want to protect her. Then when she finally does go, he doesn’t fight the other tributes, he doesn’t make his death or any of the other childrens death a spectacle.

He carefully takes all the other tributes, removes the weapons that the capitol put in their hands. And covers all of them with the capitol flag, giving them the privacy in death that they deserved in life.

Then for the rest of the games, he sits by the fallen tributes almost protecting them. Though Reaper was in the Hunger Games, he never played them. All he wanted was to protect Dill and when she was gone there was no point.

Reaper always knew who the real enemy was.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas #tbosas #reaper ash #thg series #the hunger games #suzanne collins #coriolanus snow #the capitol

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fang-venkas · 7 months

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Lucy Gray during the 10th hunger games:

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #thg #tbosas #reaper ash #jessup digs #coral #lamina #marcus #treech #mizzen #10th hunger games #the Capitol #district 12

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finnicks-elbow · 1 year

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cinna decided to battle politics with high fashion garments because he was in his bad bitch era 💅

#the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #cinna #the capitol #shitpost #this motherfucker decided to set her on fire and call it a day #mic

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reality-detective · 3 months

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Ray Epps is on video encouraging people to “go into the Capitol,” and received zero jail time.

But Peter Navarro gets 4 months in federal prison for refusing to comply with a sham committee formed by Nancy Pelosi. She broke House rules and refused to allow actual Republicans to be on the fake committee.

The Department of Injustice is controlled by communist radicals hell-bent on imprisoning their political enemies.

Everyone needs to wake up and recognize the threat our country faces with these tyrannical tactics. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #news #lies exposed #the capitol #jan 6th

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queenofshilla · 3 months

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THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK -- day 7 - free for all - KATNISS vs. THE CAPITOL

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balladoficarus · 18 days

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the capitol would've loved speirs in the hunger games

#and he would've shot them all bbbbbrrrrrrr #speirs is from district 2 #let's discuss #regular speirs lover #regular speirs enjoyer #ronald speirs #band of brothers #bofb #hbo war #hunger games #the capitol

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valynne · 3 months

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my house would miss you (and so would i)

pairing(s). finnick odair x gn victor! reader word count. 2.2k description. your porch swing in the victors village has always been your favourite place to watch the ocean and her troubles. the ocean has always loved watching a gentle love story from her shore.

content. reader never wears their shoes (loves their skirt tho), gentle love, trauma from the hunger games, death of childhood, mentions of murder

a/n. i finished work not even half an hour ago and had the beautiful idea that is this fic while walking back along the beach while it rained <3

The porch wood beneath your feet is scratchy, the salt weathered wood has splintered in places and the finish has peeled back with the years of use. The book in your hand sags into your lap as you lift your gaze to look through the grey and rusty iron bars of the Victors Village.

There had been a weather prediction earlier in the week that you had waved off, thinking little of the percentages and weird lines they used to indicate winds. Rain, gods above did you love rain.

You pull your feet up onto the cushioned porch swing. The wind makes the chair sway as you tuck your feet beneath your skirt, leaning further into the armrest as you slot your bookmark between the pages that you were sure you had just been rereading for 3 minutes.

You strain your eyes to see over the fence of the village, to catch a glimpse of the waves lapping at the shore. For someone who grew up around the smell of the ocean you would never get tired of it; the smell of fish from upwind, the sight of the waves and the sun melding at the beginning and end of each day, the water lapping at your calves on especially hot afternoons, the spray of the brine during storms.

You missed it during your games, good lord did you miss it. You had been clutching your knife to your chest and praying with the power of every kind deed you had done that it was a fishing rod instead. That the blood under your nails was from deboning fish and scrapping their scales off. That the nasty scars that run along your shoulder and back had been from a boat propeller and not a particularly cruel Career girl. You had cried when you won, an ugly howling as you sat astride the body of the last tribute. During the interviews he had been strong, his cheeks full of muscle and fat and his eyes gleaming with a knowing type of jollity. You had seen him during the Last Feast, he was as gaunt as you were, he looked fearful and starving. During the last few minutes of your Games though, his dark hair was matted with mud and his cheeks were swollen with blood as rain ran in rivulets in the cuts on his soft skin.

Finnick had told you the doctors that fixed you up when you won had to realign all four knuckles on your right hand, and entirely replace one on your left. He said that the Capitol had gone crazy when you chose to use your hands instead of a weapon. Had applauded so loudly when you knocked his weapon, Terce Steelbrand from District 2, from his hands and brought blow-after-blow down on his face. The canon had gone off before you stopped, way before you had. It was gruesome, bloody, and foul and gut-wrenching. You had beaten a boy a year older than you to his death.

“You alright?” You shudder slightly as you turn to the sandy haired man, a gentle smile spreading across your lips as you pat the seat beside you.

“Yeah.”

He hums as he stands at the threshold of the house, the creaky door squeaking as he weighs his options. He chooses you; he always does. The seat creaks as he adds his weight to the chains load, swinging his feet as he pulls your legs over his lap. He makes sure to tuck your long skirt under your feet, the way you like too.

“What were you doing out here?” He traces a gentle finger over the patterns of your skirt, the other arm sitting over the back of the chair.

“Was readin’ but… I couldn’t.” You glance over at him. “Realised it was gonna rain just before.”

“Mmm, I think you should be a weather reporter.”

You try and force the smile that licks at your lips away, but you can’t help it as you decide to glare at Finnick. It’s a half-assed glare; it’s hard to be angry at the Finnick Odair.

You sit silently for a moment, just taking in his features. The gentle slope of his nose, the angle of his cheeks littered in tiny freckles you could spend an entire afternoon kissing, and his eyes. Those eyes that stare back at you fondly, gently. You never feel scrutinised under those sea-green eyes —never feel small like under the gaze of the Capitol— you could compare being stared at by Finnick with feeling the sun on your skin after a sleepless night.

“What’re you staring at?” His voice feels like having silk dragged along your ears. You can’t look at him anymore —not with that look swelling in those sweet eyes of his— you opt to watch his thumb work circles into your skirt-clad calf.

“You were looking first, Fin.” Your hand drifts to rest on his forearm, thumb brushing over a burn scar. The aftermath of a small cooking incident weeks ago.

“Oh, was I now?” You can see him through your lashes. Can see the way he peers down at the fingers that brush along the warm skin of his forearm. “I didn’t even realise.”

“Mhmm.” You smile a soft little thing. Fingers finding the dip of another scar. You’d accidentally scratched him when you were on your Victory Tour. There had been an accompanying bruise on his jaw, but it had long since faded. A nightmare you can’t even remember now, woke you up screaming bloody murder. Finnick had run in and tried to settle you, and you were still high on adrenaline with one thought in mind. Survival.

There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance, a streak brightening the sky and showing heavy rain clouds. You can hear the raindrops before you see them. They’re hitting the roof of your Victors house, pattering gently on the dark roof as it begins building. You can barely bring yourself together as the man beside you begins speaking.

“Y’know, I thought we could do some shopping today, your pantry’s looking empty. Maybe coffee and flo–”

“You.” He stops speaking, the word dying on the tip of his tongue.

Your eyes drift back up to him, his brows furrow as you meet his gaze head-on. Before he can ask what you mean by it, your hand dances up his arm. You slide your legs out of his lap and curl your toes up as they hit the grainy wood. You hook your fingers into the crook of his elbow and pull him up. He doesn’t waver at all as he stands, following you mindlessly. You take a step towards the stairs as you stare at him. Both hands drifting down to hold his wrist and tangle loosely with his calloused fingers. Line work hasn’t been very kind, but he insists on it. Something about not wanting you to cut yourself.

The wind catches in his hair, making the messy strands and his loose pyjama shirt flutter as you make your way down the sandy cement pathway of Victors Village. He doesn’t say anything but you can feel the trust he has with the way he squeezes your hand every so often.

You sigh and grin something toothy as you feel the raindrops grow heavier as you move faster. “C’mon, Fin.”

“I’m coming.”

As you finally pass the daunting iron bars of the Villages gates the gentle droplets have turned into heavy downpour. You can barely hear them hit the ground over the push-and-pull of the sea, it’s bliss. District 4 hasn’t been taken out of you, there’s no way it could be.

You only look back at Finnick when you reach the dune that separates you both from the waves, and it is a sight. His hair’s damp and random curls stick to his forehead as he comes to a stop with you. You wait for him to toe off his shoes before you’re letting your hand slip from his and you’re running messily down the sand hill. Wet strands of hair slap you in the face as you run, sticking to your cheek as the rain begins doubling down. Flashes of thunder lighting up the dark morning sky. You take a quick tumble that brings you to the bottom of the dune, you hear a call of your name from the top but you’re unaffected.

You roll onto your stomach and rub the sand off your tongue and off your brow.

You laugh, openly and unabashedly. Something you used to do before the Games. When young 13-year-old you would race to the ocean with your friends. Or when your father brought home a tire and a rope to hang on the tree in your backyard. Sticky hot summer days.

You push up and spin to look up at Finnick who’s taking clumsy steps down the dune to reach you. You smile up at him wickedly, and he see’s it. A wash of relief easing his features as he exhales slightly. There’s rivulets of water forming on his cheeks, they nearly look like tears but the look in his eyes is far from sad.

It’s easier to run on wet sand you find —a memory unlocked after so long, you remember running from bullies on a rainy day, this is different—your feet slap the sand as you run from Finnick. You come skidding to a stop just before the oceans foam, your skirt clinging to your legs as you breathe deeply. Flicks of brine mixing with rain water on your cheeks. Cutting clean paths through the grit of sand.

You spin to look at Finnick again, but not even halfway turned and you’re swooped off your feet. Skirt slapping your calves as the man in question swings you. Arms constricted around your middle as he spins with the momentum of his catch.

You squeal, a hand threading through his wet hair and the other looping around his neck.

You gape down at him, incredulous. “Finnick!”

As he echoes your name back to you he mimics a fake accent in the back of his throat, something posh. A new Capitol accent maybe?

“Put me down!” He adjusts his hold on you, a large hand splaying between your shoulder blades. “Down Finnick!”

He smiles up at you as he brings you both to a stand still, his hands keeping you close. The rain drenching you both, running rivers between the both of your chests. “No.”

He has a toothy grin on his face as he stares up at you. Something that makes your heart constrict, swelling in those sea-green eyes. You can’t help yourself, not with the way he’s holding you so gently.

Your lips fall on the arch of his brow, you lean fully into his touch. Your lips skate down his face and find the apple of his cheek. He grins, widely and wildly. You hook your legs over his hips as you press another to the tip of his nose. Your hand moving to stroke his cheek and the other holding the side of his throat. Your thumb brushing over his adam’s apple that bobs as you press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

You pull back, eyes meeting his as you look down at him through droplets of rain that settle on your lashes.

“Finnick.” Your throat feels tight as you wait for him to react or say something, rejection or something softer. What you’re praying for.

His hand finds the back of your head as he pulls your foreheads together, his eyes are far too beautiful this close up. Everything about him is just–

You’re interrupted from the thought as they flutter shut and his lips meet yours. You immediately melt into it, your hands holding his face as you press yourself further into him. His lips are far too soft to be normal but you love it. You pull away for not a second to get air before he’s pulling you back in. Like he’s been starved of it for years, like he needs you more than breathing. And the thought of him needing you so badly, so desperately has your pulse fluttering and your heart beating harder.

Your heart swells and you feel tears gather behind your lids. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. The kiss turns clumsy as his teeth clack against yours, you can’t help the soft giggle. You can feel his lip curl up against yours as you’re both smiling now. Breathing each others air as you rest your foreheads together.

There’s a crack of lightning that illuminates his face, colours his face in a white glow.

“I love you.” You’re breathless as you say it, eyes searching his desperately.

He echoes your words in the most heart-wrenching whisper, his thumb smoothing over your jaw. As he stares up at you.

There’s a tear that drips from his waterline, mingling with the droplets of salt water and the rain on his tanned cheeks. You press another kiss to his upper lip, bumping your nose against his as you do so.

Something about kissing Finnick in torrential downpour beside the strand of beach you grew up on —it feels right— makes your fingers tremble and your bones ache.

You think of the ocean and him, of the salt clinging to your lips, as you dive back to kiss him again.

#hunger games #district 4 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #he's my everything #finnick odair you sweet thing #the hunger games #trauma galore #the capitol #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #snow when i catch you

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enixamyram · 1 year

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One of my favourite things about the prequel is that we see a side of the Capitol before the Games became what they were. Katniss herself never hated her prep team despite their role in the games because she came to see they were like mindless children and (whether or not I agree with her thoughts) I always liked the acknowledgement that we are often products of our enviroment.

And Songbirds and Snakes helps prove that even more. Because there was a time, when the games weren't the big popular event that they eventually became, when even members of the Capitol were openly appalled by them:

Highbottom was horrified his ridiculously school assignment had become a real thing. Students at the academy showed genuine dislike for the games and turned away with true saddness when some of the tributes died. Not just because they lost the game but because their life was lost. It wasn't whispered for fear of treason accusations but a subject they spoke about openly with one another.

But as the games grew and became a bigger part of their culture, the Capitol was forced to treat the tributes and Districts as lesser beings that it didn't matter when they were murdered for entertainment. As such, the children learned all about this at a young age. And it grew and grew until the Capitol citizens were so brainwashed by their own leaders, they genuinely didn't see a problem with it. It wasn't even about remembering the war in the end, but rather having a bit of fun without caring at who's expense! Yes, a few people retained their horror at the games and some even went on to become rebels but for the most part, they daren't speak their doubts out loud because then they would at best be outcasts and at worst be enemies sent to trial.

I just really like the commentary about how the way we grow can affect our thoughts, beliefs and even our morality. I've always found it quite a fascinating discussion and love seeing it addressed properly.

#The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes #The Hunger Games #The Capitol #The Districts #Suzanne Collins #Long Post #Random Babble #I just prefer this kind of text #to the natural/born evil approach #a lot of lazy fiction likes to go with.

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incorrect-hunger-games-quotes · 11 months

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Peeta: I need advice.

Haymitch: with what?

Peeta: Love. How did you find out you were in love with Effie?

Haymitch: ...

Haymitch: I'm in love with Effie?

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mockingjaysnakes · 2 months

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"Welcome home, Mr. Snow."

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #the capitol #gifs #movies

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swearing, major mentions of death and violence, spoilers, death of children, mental illness, mentions of previous torture.

a/n: with the hunger games resurgance, I want to continue writing for these characters. I absolutely loved this series so much, it was an innate part of my teenage years.

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🌿ESTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Aries Moon, Aries Rising

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Dance Me To The End Of Love by The Civil Wars (they featured on the song with Taylor Swift in the first movie)

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were never reaped, and never knew the personal/immediate experience of having to kill someone. However, your oldest brother was in the Hunger Games, a few years after Johanna. So, you knew the pain of losing a loved one.

・Helping each other transition into a world where the Hunger Games no longer exists

・In a world where the Capitol doesn’t rule with an iron fist

・After the events of Coin’s death, Katniss and Peeta go to district 12 to live out their days in peace

・Johanna still plagued by the torture and trauma she endured, didn’t know what to do.

・No family, no friends, so she hid herself in the apartment that Commander Paylor gave to her (all living victors were given an apartment. But the catch was that they had to go through therapy)

・Johanna refused to go to the appointments. She was adamant that it was stupid, it wouldn’t help.

・And she drowned in her own sadness

・It took her 3 months to begrudgingly go to an appointment

・It was a group therapy session. Katniss and Peeta weren’t there as they lived in District 12 and didn’t live off of Paylor’s generosity

・It was a small group, and when Johanna looked around at the other victors, she saw herself. Hurt. Broken...the feeling of something that was taken and they could never get it back

・You were apart of the healers. Not a therapist, but a protegee underneath Ms Everdeen - yes, Katniss’ mother

・She shined in the Capitol; given the best treatment for everything she suffered

・And you were lucky enough to be her assistant.

・Learning the art of healing wasn’t easy

・But the opportunity was too good to let pass by

・Ms Everdeen was a quiet woman, but when she taught, there was a light that began to shine. With each comment, lesson, tutorial and experience - she began to glow and glow.

・But you soon learnt that bringing up either of her daughters was... bad. Her light dimmed whenever their names were mentioned; even talking about the plants was difficult for her.

・She loved Prim, her youngest who looked like her. Who never judged her, only had love in her heart for everyone. Katniss was so distant, it felt like a death

・Johanna felt safe with Ms Everdeen. It was an interesting dynamic. She somewhat... stepped into a maternal role for the young victor. A role that Johanna desperately wanted filled but would never admit

・That’s how you met Johanna; in all her hardened exterior. Someone unloved but not unlovable.

・Your relationship started off very clumsily; she saw you as another therapist - therefore an enemy.

・You didn’t take much of a liking to her either

・It was a conscious effort to be curteous

・And Ms Everdeen pushed you toward Johanna

・Call it a mother’s intuition

・And that intuition spurred a tight friendship. Johanna eased into your company (not without a fight)

・You showed her moments into your world and in response, she displayed glimpses into her own

・And then you formed a tight bond. Best friends. Always doing things together, eating, spending all your free time with her

・You even inspired her to go to the therapy appointments

・And although there were a few hiccups along the way, Johanna started to heal

・From then on she wanted to know what this new world had to offer

・ You both explored what the new Panem was, how Paylor had changed the old ways into something new. A united nation, where everyone reaped the benefits of food, shelter and safety.

・There were no games after the rebellion. Paylor made sure of that:

“We didn’t let people sacrifice their lives for a world where we go on sacrificing. We are one now. Panem will never be the same.”

・Now with a new sense of freedom, you saw a change in Johanna. You knew what it was - hope

・This newfound hope made Johanna realise that ... she could do whatever she wanted. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t. She had survived.

・The very next hour, she had walked right up to you and kissed you fiercely

・It wasn’t the best place to snog; right in front of Ms Everdeen, but when you pulled apart you glimpsed over at her and saw her smile

・Being with Johanna is like the like winter. Having a fire to keep yourself warm is cosy but when it gets out of hand - it will leave you with nothing but ashes.

・You moved in together, a three bedroom apartment that wasn’t too far from Ms Everdeen’s place. You both felt too guilty leaving her.

・Once there was a time that you invited Peeta and Katniss to come and stay, but Peeta wrote back that Katniss wasn’t ready.

・As a partner, Johanna is hot-headed but also playful and teasing

・She loves ruffling your feathers (never too much though, she never wants to push you away)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Complete And Utter Badass, Rather Monstrous (Johanna) x Their Ray Of Light Who Has Them Wrapped Around Their Finger (You)

Confident & Flirty (Johanna) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (You)

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖

At first it was your last name. She would say it with such coldness, and unkindness. A forced tone that she used. On the outside she hated you, and yet on the inside... she had a burning passion for you. Through the progression of your relationship, you could tell how she felt about you with how she said your last name.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Acts of Service and Quality Time.

Johanna hates all that sappy lovey-dovey talk, and she’s still healing with the aspect of physical touch. So the way she shows her affection is through doing things for you and spending time with you. And then she starts to do those little signs of affection; kisses on the cheek, moving hair out of your face, wiping any food from your mouth etc. PDA is pretty much a no no. But when someone tries ANYTHING with you, then she will kiss you so hard, showing that you’re hers. She’s very protective ... well possessive, over you.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・The first few times you had sex with Johanna, it was angry sex. The kind where you barely kiss each other, and the headboard is banging, and it doesn’t last too long. Then afterwards it’s not spoken about

・It was difficult, in all honesty. Because you felt used

・But Johanna was trying to hide a part of herself. A deeper part that she’s hidden behind a wall of imenetrable steel. A wall only she can knock down.

・So it took time -

・But in that time, you expressed your discomfort at the lack of a deeper connection

・And your relationship was put on hold for a bit until Johanna could open up to you.

・Your relationship progression made sex more and more softer, intimate, slower.

・She wasn’t so rough

・And you realised she would barely kiss you during sex. But now, with her walls down, she couldn’t stop kissing you

・Johanna’s lips were warm, but still with an edge of savagery. Nips here and there, she loves leaving marks, bruises, and hickies.

・She likes leaving them where other’s can see -

・Johanna needs people to know that you’re taken

・A big thing with her is foreplay. She loves making you whine, beg for more.

・SHE LOVES TO TEASE

・Sex toys? Yes. Vibrators, strap ons, dildos, anal beads etc. She would own the lot (and you guys keep everything in your ‘sex’ drawer)

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