#(( threads : finnick & haymitch a ))

[carnationhes]

need pre-74th games fics where all the victors are friends who hang out

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

closed starter : finnick & haymitch ( @rcvcrics ) venue : anywhere

"well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" finnick asked, grinning when he spotted a familiar face, "it's good to see you still kicking, haymitch."

[matchpointfaist]

all throughout the great war

finnick odair x victor! reader

tw for the hunger games content, smut. this might be mid it’s short!

everyone knew you as the girl with a blade like a whisper and eyes like winter—district 6's first victor in decades, a specter in the arena who slit throats with no hesitation. sponsors loved the ruthlessness, capitol audiences adored your mystery, other victors stayed wary. except him. finnick odair had the gall to flash that damn smile at you like you were some capitol darling. and worse—you let him.

“fancy seeing you again, sweetheart,” he said, leaning against the bar at caeser’s afterparty, twirling a sugar cube between his fingers like it was a weapon. you arched an eyebrow, swirling the amber in your glass, “thought you'd be too busy letting capitol women braid your hair, finnick,” he only grinned, “jealous?” “please. i’d braid it just to strangle you with it,”

finnick laughed, and for a split second, his eyes softened, catching yours in a moment too real for this place. you hated how your heart betrayed you, skipped a beat like it didn’t remember the girl who slit a boy’s throat for trying to steal her last piece of bread. he leaned in, voice low, “i saw your games, you know. you were brutal- precise. beautiful,” you looked away, uncomfortable. not because of the compliment, but because of the boy saying it. “you don’t mean that,” you mumbled. he tilted his head curiously, “and why not?”“because you think I’m like you,” you snapped, “flirt a little, throw a net, play the capitol’s game. i’m not,”

he paused, then said softly, “i don’t think you’re like me. i think you’re trying not to be,” silence stretched between the two of you . you should’ve walked away, said something cold, kept the mask on. instead, you reached out, fingertips brushing his knuckles where they rested on the counter, only a whisper of contact. nothing the cameras would see. he didn’t flinch. just looked at you like he knew—really knew—that under the steel and blood, you were tired, human, soft enough to care for someone like him. “i’m not nice,” you said finally, eyes on the glass. “i know,” he murmured, voice almost reverent, “i don’t need you to be,”

you weren’t supposed to be here. not in his room, not barefoot with a drink in your hand, not trying to tear your eyes from the way the moonlight draped across finnick’s bare chest like it had the right, the privilege, to be there. “you’ve been avoiding me,” he said, not looking up from the silk rope he was knotting between his fingers. always something to twist, always something to hold. you leaned against the frame of his window, “i’ve been avoiding everyone,”

“not true,” he glanced up, eyes all too knowing,“you sat next to johanna at breakfast, smiled at beetee during strategy, even nodded at haymitch,” you swallowed, throat dry, “you keeping tabs on me, odair?” “i always have,” it was simple, too honest, straight to the point- it shut you up. the silence stretched again, familiar as a blade balanced on its edge. finnick stood, the rope falling from his fingers, and crossed the space between you like it was nothing. like he hadn't been waiting for you to be alone with him for months.

“you act like you don’t care,” he murmured, “but you do, you care too much. that’s what scares you,” you opened your mouth, ready to snap something cruel, something safe—but his hand was already brushing your jaw, thumb stroking the place just beneath your cheekbone. the spot no one had touched since the games, since the blood.“don’t,” you whispered, voice hoarse, “don’t look at me like I’m something soft,” “you are,” he said, voice low, threading through you like heat, “you’re hard as steel on the outside, but inside-“ he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear, “inside, you’re molten,”

you closed your eyes, breath catching as he kissed the corner of your mouth—gentle, unhurried. testing. “you don’t get it,” you rasped. “i don’t do this,” “i know,” he kissed you properly this time, soft but insistent. you hated how your body betrayed you, how your hands fisted in his shirt like you’d been starving for something only he could give. he walked you back slowly, fingers never leaving your skin, until the backs of your knees hit the bed. his mouth never left yours—not even when he whispered, “let me in,” finally, you let him.

it wasn’t rough, wasn’t the kind of passion built from rage or desperation like you’d always assumed it would be. it was slow, deep. hands tracing scars like they were maps, like he wanted to learn every piece of you—not the victor, not the killer. you.

his hands trembled as he spread open your legs, easing inside of you like he belonged there, pulling quiet moans from your bitten lips with each thrust of his hips. you grasped onto his smooth, muscular shoulders like anchors, holding you in place as he broke apart everything you thought you knew about yourself. your bodies worked together like it was natural, like you’d been doing this for years, like coming home.

he was slow and sweet, holding you like you might slip away if he loosened his grip, kissing you until you were both breathless from the intensity. “beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, voice thick, “absolutely stunning,” for once, you believed him. underneath him, with his lips on yours, you could start anew. maybe you weren’t the killer, the girl who tore her way through the arena with no end in sight. maybe you could be someone new, someone finnick could love, could cherish.

tears pricked your eyes as you came, breathy, high moans falling from your lips, his name coming like a prayer, like something for you to hold onto. he followed soon after, muffling his own groans with your chest, absentminded kisses placed anywhere he could manage. he was sweet and doting, gentle in a way you’d never learned to be as he cleaned you up, his hands warm against your skin, slow and careful. “you don’t ever have to be anyone else for me,” he told you, pulling you to his chest, “i’ve always seen you for who you are, alright? the games, they change you. they changed all of us, made me into a killer when i was just a kid. you’re more than that, i promise you, more than what snow’s done,”

you let yourself believe him, told yourself he was right, you hadn’t wanted to do it, that you could be good. when you slept, you dreamt of him, the two of you living in a small beach house, with pets and dreams and infinite time to enjoy the sunsets across the waves. you weren’t soft, no, and maybe you weren’t a good person. but maybe you could learn to be, and maybe he’d be patient enough to wait.

[likeallfires]

once a victor now a mentor, always a mentor. this time his mentees were people that he didn't know how to live without. it would shatter him if they died. that first time he didn't think he could make it through but was able to survive years after until katniss and peeta. he feels something inside him breaking. his clear minded today, not a drop of anything but he hates it. he needed to be sharp. his birthday had just passed and he was another year older, another year of losing people. a constant reminder of how his games were rigged, and the fact that he was the only survivor. none of it was fair. he walks to the training center and when he enters he sees finnick. he was a boy then during his games, he remembers watching them, mentoring his own kids at the same time. his kids didn't make it but finnick did. and he knows what happened after. he recognizes that practiced smile, but he doesn't give one himself. they will never use haymitch again. he was going to always be himself when it came to the capitol. his arms are crossed as he watches people train, he looks at the victor now reaped again. "does it matter?" haymitch says with a monotone. everyone is going to suffer anyway. coriolanus snow was never fair, but he was honest. that's what made it scary. "you're here now." he says, his eyes try and find katniss and peeta. it's hard standing next to finnick, he didn't want him to die either. they were promised a life of victory, but he knew that could never be true because of what they took away from all of them. he wants to say something kinder, to let finnick know that he cares for him but he can't.

in the tribute centre - @likeallfires

Finnick found him once again in the tribute centre and this time it wasn't to mentor two new kids to their likely deaths, it was as a tribute himself. He'd been foolish enough to believe that if he played by the Captiol's rules that he'd be safe but he should have known better. It was almost comical but in a sick, horrific kind of way and for one of the first times in his life Finnick O’dair was at a loss for words. There was something bubbling inside him that he fought to keep down; rage, maybe? Or grief. Grief for himself, for Annie, for his friends that were also going back into the arena.

He turned to Haymitch with a practised smile. “You think it was random? Or do you think Snow already knew exactly who he was sending back in?”

[liberalk1tsch]

What do you think are the main ways Peeta protects Katniss in the series? Is it about giving her hope or how he is ready to always die for her?

peeta protects katniss in almost every aspect of their lives.

he protects her privacy both from other people and from himself by doing things such as letting her hide in his shirt and also by letting her take time to herself.

he protects her with words. she never would’ve pulled as many sponsors as she did in the first games as she did after he set up the romance angle. i’m not saying she wouldn’t have pulled any sponsors, but up until that point, she wasn’t going out of her way to make herself very likable, so all she really had going for her was her 11 in training.

i think she would’ve gotten enough to get her some food or smth, but with how katniss descibes the exorbitant cost of the burn medicine (even so early on in the games), i have to question whether or not haymitch could’ve afforded that if peeta didn’t present her as someone to root for.

i don’t see a lot of people mention this, but there’s a parallel here between katniss and peeta’s leg injuries. they both develop serious, but not necessarily life-threatening injuries if they’d both been provided with the medicine they needed (i’ll admit peeta is def worse off, but the risk for infection for both of them is very real). if katniss didn’t have the burn cream, there’s a very good chance that that could’ve been her laying in a cave dying of sepsis, and she likely wouldn’t have that medicine if it wasn’t for peeta.

i mean this is just one example — obviously his words protect her multiple times and in different way. he fills in the blanks for her when she stumbles over the romance stuff, playing up their relationship especially after he finds out about snow’s threats. does the talking for her in interviews, protecting her from discomfort and the fear of saying something wrong. the victory tour. the engagement. the baby bomb.

not to mention he’s the only one between them who really networks with the other victors to try to find allies to help him keep her alive.

even when he's being held captive and being tortured in the capitol, he's still trying to play her off as innocent in his interviews in the off-chance that the rebels should lose and the capitol imprison her too, once again making her a sympathetic figure at his own expense.

he protects her physically. wards off cato so she can escape whilst experiencing psychadelics for the first time, almost dying in the process. (unsuccessfully) claims he’ll drag himself through the woods and get himself killed off to stop her from risking her life for him. waves her up the cornucopia first, even as the mutts are right at his heels. he zips her inside his jacket on multiple occasions to keep her warm when she otherwise may have frozen to death. rips off the bandage on his mutt bite so he can bleed out and let her win without killing him herself. and that's just thg.

in cf, he shoves a peacekeeper who gets in katniss' face. tries to physically block her from witnessing gale's whipping. threatens thread when he can't, telling him he has to go through him and haymitch if he wants to get to katniss. stops her from visiting her friends from the hob when it'd be too dangerous for everyone involved. makes haymitch promise to ensure her survival in the quell. coaches all three of the victors form 12 into peak physical shape to aid in that. stands between her and finnick when they're squabbling like siblings in the arena, still contemplating whether or not to kill each other. kills brutus in a blind rage as he desperately tries to make it back through the jungle to katniss.

even in mj. he warns 13 about the bombs. and even after he's been hijacked. he identifies the mutts, tells her to run. pushes her forward in the transfer/meat grinder zone, despite her instincts being to stay and fight. forces katniss ahead of himself to climb the ladder in the sewer to escape the mutts. follows her and gale through the capitol to cause a distraction in case something goes wrong for her. gets bitten by katniss as opposed to letting her take the nightlock pill.

and none of this covers the smaller stuff. the important thing about peeta is that he doesn't just protect and care about her physical wellbeing, but her mental and emotional too. that's part of what's so jarring about gale mentioning that katniss will choose whoever she can't survive without.

it's not about who she can't survive without — it's about who she can't live without.

and peeta protects that too. not always in big gestures, like planting the primrose bushes outside her house, but in all the smaller ones.

cracking little jokes to the point where he gets her to smile on multiple occasions in the middle of a death arena. not letting her give up on herself in the games no matter how miserable she is. apologising to her for getting upset when she reveals she doesn't actually know how she feels about him. bedsharing, because the only way she can sleep soundly anymore is with him beside her. asking if she's all right after finnick revives him. holding her in his arms after enduring her sister's screams via jabberjay.

holding her in his arms constantly, actually. at the slightest sign of discomfort, he's always there to soothe her. protecting her from herself and her thoughts, the nightmares that plague her, while also bringing her warmth and laughter.

peeta coaxes life out of her, even in the worst situations. that's why mj is so dreary most of the time — the closest she gets is bonding moments w prim, finnick posing funny in his underwear, and becoming roomies with johanna.

she's certainly alive, but most of the time, she's not living.

her suicide missions toward the end? those are only after the fact she's convinced herself that her peeta is gone for good, that's why it's even worse when she knows prim is too.

so yes, it is about the way he's always willing to die for her, but an even bigger part of his protection has to do with how he keeps her heart alive too.

[maraudersilver]

DOE EYES (Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader) Chapter 4

Masterlist Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual abuse.

A/N: I wanted to write some cute interactions with Haymitch before all the angst starts. Comments and reblogs are appreciated 🥹

Wc: +2,4K

You had been unequivocally wrong by thinking the night before would be enough to satiate the Capitol. After patching Finnick up where he needed and a long conversation until sunrise, you both went to sleep peacefully until Andromeda bursted in and got you both dressed for a noon parade.  

How they succeeded in erasing the dark bags underneath your eyes was still a mystery. But the Capitol was known for their achievements in aesthetics, after all. 

The square garden was filled to the brim with both Capitol guests and the poor victors who couldn’t escape the act. Your sunset orange gown pressed to your body uncomfortably, too tight and lacking enough silk that your skin was graced in eternal goosebumps. Only worth for the hungry gazes of the Capitol vultures. 

Finnick had been snatched from your arm the moment you stepped a foot on the rose garden, the first part of the Capitol’s most beloved attraction at the centre of their city. White, red and pink roses surrounded you, scent almost intoxicating. It didn’t take long for people to approach you, both for gnawing at your skin and for the ‘funny accent’ Rainwall told them about. 

“You look delicious, my dear,” an old man fawned over you. His hair was grey, whether of age or fashion was lost to you, and his teeth were too similar to the fangs of a cat that you almost guffawed out loud. Yet, in all of his mess, you could swear a thread of saliva was going down his chin. “That colour definitely suits you.”

“Thank you,” you say with a polite smile. “My stylist outdone herself this time.”

“No wonder with such a muse.” The man’s eyes were fixed on your cleavage, or at least that’s what you told yourself when his gaze went down to the valley of your breasts. “May I offer you a drink?”

Alarms went off in your head, shudders down your spine. “No, but I appreciate the offer.”

“No need to be shy with me, my dear. Here, try this one,” he insisted, clawing a glass of sparkling liquid in his hands. “Best one you’ll ever have.”

“I do not doubt it, sir, but I have to decline your offer.”

“It’s impolite to turn off a drink, kid!” He snapped, and as if shaken by his own aggressiveness, his wicked smile returned to his lips. “Maybe you’ll be more comfortable in a private room? There are excellent options in my mini bar that I’m sure you’ll appreciate. That mouth of yours surely has a thing for taste.”

You looked around in aggravation, looking for something that could save you. You didn’t want to drink, you didn’t want to go to a private room, and you didn’t want to go with him. “I… Really, I can’t.”

“And why is that? Don’t be so prudish, child,” he scoffed, pushing the glass to my chest. “Drink.”

If you kept declining, you knew it would somehow reach Snow’s ears, and that was the last thing you wanted. You were already on a very thin tightrope, your dear ones didn’t deserve more trouble because of your incompetence. So you raised the glass, bringing it little by little to your not so awaiting lips. But before the sweet taste of wine touched your tongue, someone collapsed against the man.

There were gasps around, and it took you a couple seconds to register your own. There, the man laid on the floor, whining and complaining the same way a snobbish child would. And before him stood, yet slightly crooked to the right, Haymitch Abernathy, with his incredible talent of not spilling one drop from his glass. He looked around in confusion, eyes lost to inebriation and his suit unraveled.

“You dimwit! Look where you’re going!” The man yelled from the ground, a couple Capitol guests pulling him to his feet. 

Haymitch just turned to him in disinterest, and you had to make a huge effort to not laugh. 

“You district scum can’t even behave normally.” Gruffing, the man turned around, forgetting you and his task of bringing you to bed while he muttered something about manners and animals. 

When he was out of sight, you covered your mouth to giggle at the situation. Haymitch was still stumbling from side to side, and thanks to his alcoholic habits, you had been spared of prostitution for a while.

But then his grey eyes focused on you and the clarity in them had you startling. You looked around, people were still too fixated on you, so you approached your fellow victor and grabbed his arms in an attempt to ‘conceal him’. “C’mon, Haymitch, let's sit down.”

He followed you without complaint, leaning on you to keep the performance alive while you two made your way to the loveseats at the far corner of the garden, usually reserved for more public displays of affection between Capitol and victors. 

Once sat, it was silent for a moment before you shared a glance with Haymitch and both of you laughed again. It was ridiculous, really, but you couldn’t stop laughing, his was too contagious. 

It took a few minutes to calm down, and finally silence settled again. Different to any other time, it was comfortable. He had saved you, after all. You wondered why.

“Hey, Haymitch.” He hummed, sipping from his drink lazily. “Why did you do that? That was quite a risky move, you know?”

“Nothing left to lose,” he shrugged his shoulders, and something in you twisted. “And he kept calling you kid. So much for someone who wanted to get in your pants.”

Haymitch scoffed, a scowl of disgust painting his aged features. Seeing it like that, it made the situation even more perturbing than what it already was. 

“Well, thank you.” There was a pregnant pause before you resumed your questioning. “So not drunk yet?”

“After years of drinking you get awfully tolerant. Pain in the ass if you wanna get hammered.” You nodded, watching his spluttered form twisting his glass in circular movements. He hadn't looked at you once since you had shared a laugh, his eyes lost to the horizon. “My turn.”

“Turn?”

“For questioning, Doe Eyes. What else?” He arched a brow, his eyes boring into yours, and you felt the familiar warmth of blushing cheeks. “You’re not much of a drinker.”

“That’s not a question,” you said defensively, and Haymitch just chuckled.

“No need to take out the claws, Doe Eyes. Wonder if you even have those,” he snorted. 

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you asked exasperated.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Haymitch shook his forefinger, tutting. “Your turn is over. Now answer. Why every time someone offers you a drink you look like a deer caught in headlights?”

You gaped, an offender frowned forming in your forehead. “I… You- I don’t look like that!”

“Sure, Doe Eyes, whatever lets you sleep at night.” He chuckled again, finishing his drink before calling over a waiter and fetching himself three more glasses. At your inquisitorial glance, he just grinned a smug smile. “Figured we’d be here for a while. Better be prepared.”

You scoffed, standing up. “No, we’re not.”

“C’mon, Doe Eyes, I was joking.” He pulled you down to your seat by your arm gently. “So? I answered your questions.”

Talking about how you saw every dead tribute whenever you drank was not something you were prepared to share with the drunken victor, so you rapidly thought of something else. “I get indigestion.”

It was clear he did not believe you for one minute, his eyes almost bored. Surprisingly, he shrugged his shoulders and let it go. At the end of the day, he didn’t care that much. “Your lose.”

“Yeah,” you breathed. 

“Maybe we can get you a bottle of water by the bar.” It surprised you how fast he got up from his seat, three glasses empty on the little table that separated both loveseats. “Stop gaping and stand up, we don’t have all day.”

You nodded, following him inside the building next to the garden, where the bar was empty. Who would pay for a drink when outside the waiters were strolling around with free booze? 

“Not paying for your water, though. I’m not a gentleman in case you haven’t noticed.”

That made you laugh again, especially when you saw the smug grin on his face. It was strange to see Haymitch smiling at all, but it was nice. Next to your stools there were white lilies, contrasting with the elegant roses of the garden. How curious, you thought.

You both paid for your drinks, you were more than happy to get a grab of water, and made your way to the loveseats by the rose garden again, which had remained unused. You wondered if Finnick was already done, or if whoever took him was making the most of it. Your stomach churned in response. 

“How’s the water?”

You furrowed your brows again, looking at Haymitch with an amused expression. “Tasteless?”

“Thought so.”

You giggled, and he just smiled slightly. “And your drink?”

He sighed, shaking the glass in circles. “As much as I hate to admit it, the Capitol really has the good stuff.”

You nod, swallowing a chuckle. “Yeah, my father’s coworkers are always complaining about the shit they sell at the liquorery.”

“You have liquoreries?”

“Um, yeah. You don’t?” Haymitch shook his head, brows furrowed. “Oh. So how do you get booze then?”

“Illegally.”

“Ah.”

Haymitch snorted. “Fucking bullshit. You get liquoreries.”

“Well, we didn’t before.” At this, Haymitch lifted a brow. “They were installed after I won. Like a couple months after my Victory Tour.”

At this, the fellow victor tutted, reclining in his seat. “Interesting.”

“How so?”

He shrugged his shoulders again, sipping from his drink. He knew something, it was clear by the condescending grin hiding behind the glass, but it was also clear he wasn’t going to share his thoughts so freely in a bugged space. “You just drink water, then?”

“And alcohol free refreshments when I’m here.”

He shook his head. “You’re better than me. Facing all this sober?” He scoffed again, finishing his glass. The fourth? Fifth one? since he saved you from the man. “Oh, I almost forgot. Heavensbee was looking for you.”

You groaned and squeezed your bottle of water. “Whatever for?”

“Dunno. He just told me that.”

“Aren’t you a great informer?” you said sarcastically, at what he chuckled. 

“I’m no one's mailman, Doe Eyes. If you want to know, figure it out for yourself.”

You bit your lip. Plutarch had already said the day before that he wanted to have a word with you. Maybe he wanted a performance? You hadn’t sang live in ages. “Maybe later.”

“Comfortable here?” Haymitch teased, and you tittered.

“Absolutely. I love to spend my time with drunken assholes.”

At this, Haymitch guffawed. It wasn’t that funny, but the drinks were surely affecting him by then. It was so contagious, though, that you ended up following his lead. 

“Aren’t you a delight, Doe Eyes?” he questioned ironically, rolling his eyes when he had calmed down.

“That’s what I’m always told.” You looked at your nails pettily, feeling the corners of your lips twitching. 

“By whom? Your mom? What other choices does she have?” 

It continued like that for a couple hours more. Bantering with Haymitch was fun, he was fun. If you told yourself that a few months before, you were sure your past self would check if you had been replaced. Yet here you were, laughing and bickering with the man you thought was nothing more than the District 12 drunken victor.

“Mind if I join you?” You looked up and saw Chaff, a District 11 victor. You remembered seeing him around Haymitch quite a lot, especially during the parades. 

“Only if you bring the liquor you owe me, you thief.”

In the very little time you had spent with Haymitch, you learned that more than half of his insults were actually spilled in good sense. And Chaff seemed to know, because he just chortled while lifting a couple of Nepenthe bottles in one hand. 

“What type of man you think I am?”

Chaff took the seat in front of you, paying you no mind as he opened the bottles and filled both his and Haymitch’s glasses. 

“Something for you, darling?”

You looked up from the bottles to see Chaff already looking at you with a kind smile. Before you could reply, Haymitch scattered even more and lifted his hands, swatting at his hair in Capitol fashion. “She gets indigestion.”

“Hey!”

“Am I tripping there, Doe Eyes?” At your silent glare, he just smirked. “Thought so.”

Both men toasted without words and drank until a bottle was emptied in less than ten minutes. Then, Haymitch took a look at you again. 

“You know Chaff?” How he wasn’t slurring was a mystery to you.

“No, just from sight. Don’t tell anyone,” your voice dropped to a conspiracy whisper. “But Finnick tends to hog me.”

Haymitch hummed in amusement, and Chaff spoke between laughs. “Pleasure to meet you, darling”. Suddenly, he stood and pressed his lips to yours before quickly sitting again. 

Haymitch cackled. “He’s very affectionate.” 

You gaped at both of them, bemused and slightly offended. But then again, Haymitch had saved you from a perv, and he didn’t look like the type of man who would laugh at harassment. So you decided to trust him on Chaff reluctantly.

It ended up being the best thing you could have ever done, because both men spent the night narrating anecdotes of their time together in the Capitol and they were hilarious. Chaff was, in fact, a very kind, amusing man. Always a smile on his face, a laugh to share and a story at the tip of his tongue. No wonder Haymitch always orbited nearby. 

And for the first time in a very long period of time, you were upset that your time in the Capitol was over. Haymitch was great company, better than you could have expected. And on the train back to District 6, after bidding goodbye to Finnick and plucking a couple dove feathers from your coat, you couldn’t help but think about Haymitch Abernathy, who little by little was becoming a very close acquaintance.

“Can I write you letters?” You had asked Haymitch when you were dismissed from the garden.

“Do whatever you want, Doe Eyes. But don’t expect a reply.”

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[batcavescolony]

Re watching the movies now that I've read the book: Catching Fire

•I miss then prep teams also where's Portia?

•the echoes of Peeta loosing his leg are still here but Peeta never actually lost his leg so they lose all their meaning.

•Katniss asks just Gale to run away and Gale is against it... Book Gale was giddy af that Katniss wanted to run. Then she brought up bringing Haymitch and Peeta and he got snippy. Then she brought up 8 and he heard war and wanted to fight.

•the Peacekeepers raiding d12 is dramatic but idk It feels too dramatic? Like

• Gale got whipped for saving people cus we've never seen him actually hunt! Jk but also not?

•they really took out all of Katniss and Peeta's scenes didn't they? Not to be all 'but it in the books' but in the books Peeta is actually part of the story in d12. This makes its seem like Peeta and Katniss only hang out when they're outside of D12, like D12 is for Gale and Katniss and the Capital is for Peeta and Katniss.

• ok I understand the medium change from book to movie but when Katniss is standing in front of Gale at the whipping post, and Thread 'marked up her face' ....It looks like a smear of blood. That doesn't look like she got in the way of a whip, it looks like she got some a Gale's blood on her.

•Katniss's mom can't do shit here? she can't even give shot and Prim has to do it. Mrs Everdeen is the healer of d12, put some respect on her. I have issues with Mrs Everdeen but her ability to heal isn't one.

•'hows your eye'... Their's literally nothing wrong with it.

• We're broadcasting whippings across Panem? That's something.

• their reactions to the quarter quell 😭

• no Peeta going career and forcing them to train 😞

•back in the woods with Gale and Katniss... And no weapons... No game bag. Y'ALL ARE SUPPOSED TO GET HUNTING AND GATHERING!

• ok again where is Peeta's family? They do not exist. Gale at least had two siblings mentioned. I know Peeta screamed that he has people to protect but im not seeing them. No one even mentions the town baker!

• they dug themselves a few plot holes, they snuck Katniss pin in the first but now in this one they can have tokens? They could always have tokens, their was no needs for Cinna to hide her pin in the first movie.

• why did haymitch introduced them by going D1 D2 D3 D6 D4 why not go in order? It's not by threat level if so 6 wouldn't be there.

• Finnick 😭

• Katniss reached for Peeta's hand this time

•Katniss looks so done in the elevator with Johanna.

• MAGS 😭

• again they don't even ask about Haymitch's games? He was the last to win a quarter quell? Do they even say what games he won?

• Peeta is so done 💀

• Katniss hung Seneca Crane, Peeta painted Rue on the floor.... That would hit harder if we knew Peeta pained (when people react to CF I don't think they get Peeta did that, some think the gamemaker put it there)

• I love all their little acts of defiance.

• ok I know some think Caesar is on the tributes's side but like no, I don't think so. he's on the side of a popular show and that mean hyping up the contestants. He would never join the rebels, that would involve losing his position.

• I love Johanna, I wish they kept more if her and Katniss's relationship (from Mockingjay)

• damn even her earrings changed

• no toasting in the movies? 😭

• Peeta running up those steps with a little pep in his step like "look what I did! Aren't you proud?"

• Haymitch and Peeta hug 😭 give him another he's gonna need it.

• oh they do sleep in the same bed before the games but no rooftop date

• here we go! no other tributes getting their tracker this time? The last time they were all together

• Cinna 😭😭😭

• ok but that pin placement kinda sucks, doesn't seem secure.

• is Jennifer's hair black in this one? It's darker or am I seeing things.

• ok the echoes of things they didn't add, they have to find Peeta cus he stranded. He can't swim one cus d12 has no big bodies of water (except the lake which Peeta would never go to) and he is down a leg. So Finnick has to go get him.

• Finnick: *kissing Peeta*. Katniss: wtf?

• aka the moment Finnick knew that them loving each other isn't fake and they sold their love to the capital.

• this is such a nitpicking thing but Katniss is mentioning God, She's saying 'oh my god oh my god'. Theirs no religion in Panem or at least not enough to warrant her praying to god. Ok in the movies victor village theirs an angel statue but in the books Katniss doesn't know what Angels are! She describes them as 'Fat children with wings' cus again no concept of modern religion hence no reason for Katniss to say 'oh my god'

• just as Finnick was going to nap the fog appears, let him sleep 😭

• echoes again, why does Peeta need to be helped so much/be carried? Cus he lost his leg and can't run. Without him losing his leg its like he's holding the team back.

• Finnick better be happy, he got to keep his face pretty in this universe.

• have they ate anything yet? I'm the books they ate nuts, squirrel, shell fish, bread by now but I think they've just had water at this point.

• oh ok they're eating fish now, first meal?

• and the pearl... But no 'if you put enough pressure on coal, it turns into pearls.' So it doesn't really make sense, but still cute.

• Peeta gets 1 (one) moment of artistic ability per movie.

• I remember seeing an interview or something with the guy that plays Gloss and he said that he was told his character was getting shot in the head, so he played it as such. But they ended up going with the chest. You still see his head still snaps back and it looks stupid. I can't unsee it 💀💀💀

• Johanna and Finnick friend moment 💚

• I love Johanna, I hope she got all the best things after the war is over.

• Finnick, like the good d4 boy he is, is just sitting in the water.

• I love Beetee's science class

• Finnick is just spinning his Trident, I love him. 💙

• I fully believe that Peeta has no one else to care about and he believes nobody needs him BECAUSE THEY'VE NEVER SHOW HIS FAMILY!!!!!!

• no one have brought up that they're faking Katniss's pregnancy. Did they just drop that plot point? This is the part where they go 'your gonna be a an amazing mother 🥺' and Katniss goes 'oh yeah! I'm pregnant. I should remember that.'

• ah yes another echo. Why can't Peeta go with Katniss? He can't run in the woods.

• Katniss remember this moment, it's the last time you see him

• ok why is that spool of wire on like a plastic rod? Where do you get that in the jungle?

• Plutarch isn't there Snow.

• it's interesting to see that outside the arena is light when inside was like night, I'd be 12 in the arena cus the tree was struck.

• that slap!

• Gotta be honest the bombing of d12 loses some of the hurt when no one we care about dies. Who died that we care about in the movies? Madge? She's not in them. Peeta's family? We don't know them either. The only people we care about (Prim, Gale, Mrs Everdeen, Gales supposed family) are alive, we never formed any emotional bonds with other d12 people. Sure RIP but why should I be distraught? A bunch of unnamed characters died.

[thesweetnessofspring]

No but do you remember what it was like reading Catching Fire for the first time? Snow's one-on-one with Katniss. The swift execution in Eleven. Nights on the train. Thread and the increased surveillance of the Peacekeepers. Bonnie and Twill and District 13. And then the Quarter Quell announcement...agony in realizing that Katniss would have to go back into the arena. Peeta volunteering to go in to protect her. Knowing only one of them could get out, and since it was first-person, that meant Peeta wouldn't survive, because Katniss had to. How impossible it would be for both to win again. The last sweet moments on the roof. "If it weren't for the baby." Cinna getting beaten bloody as Katniss screams but can't reach him. Peeta's heart stopping. Reading about the death and sacrifices of the other tributes we came to love. Tick tock, this is a clock. The BEACH KISS. More agony as the pages got fewer, dreading the deaths that would have to come...Johanna attacking Katniss. Peeta crying out for Katniss as she's covered in blood and frantic to save him. Katniss waking up on the hovercraft. Finnick, Haymitch, Plutarch, Beetee...but no Peeta. No Peeta, because he's gone. The Capitol has him. And then...THERE IS NO DISTRICT 12.

DO YOU REMEMBER?

[prpfz]

hi there 🪩! i'm 22 (they/them) and currently looking for a hunger games roleplay + maybe something oc x oc! i am semi lit (500-1000 words depending on the day), VERY interested in plotting and hcs, and i'm currently looking to do doubles for either of those! (currently, i only write with people 20+)

i do love oc/canon and prefer to write against finnick for my oc! in terms of who i write i LOVE gale and haymitch (to an unhealthy degree), but i can write just about anyone (with a special love for the careers). i HAVE read sunrise on the reaping, but i do not write hayffie. it is also very important to me that i play haymitch as indigenous. i am mostly looking for post games victor life threads.

currently, my work schedule is a little weird, but it should be evening out. i should be coming into more time starting literally this week! as it is, i tend to write proper replies once or twice a month (sometimes more depending on how fixated i am!), but i LOVE doing text chains using tupper and am often available to do that for hours. i LOVE yapping, and i enjoy making friends with my roleplay partners for extended rps that possibly have multiple verses! if you like this, i will gladly reach out to you. 🕊 themes are preferable, but i will admit i am not often very interested in smut.

some other fandoms i'd also be down for are sort of niche, but i love them are: the secret history, the goldfinch, the ancient magus bride, and hit monkey (which is silly ik 💀). i would also be down for sinners (2025) but i do NOT play remmick.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[coryosmin]

i’ve seen threads of this be done on twt but thg characters reactions / responses to u texting them “can u buy me pads”

please i love this idea

modern au

coriolanus - coriolanus would be the type to be annoyed but would get them for you because he grew up with tigris who would bully him into getting pads. he would also interestingly know a lot of information about it so he would text you like “how big is your flow? do you want wings?” and stuff like that.

sejanus - sejanus was an only child and therefore does not know much about how periods work. so he would get to the store and be very confused. he would text you like “uhhh there’s a bunch with different numbers on them. i don’t know which one you’d like?” but would wait for your text. he would also get you your favorite snacks.

tigris - tigris would not even hesitate to get you what you need. she would get you a few pads in different sizes and then get you some snacks to go with it. she would get to you and offer you cuddles.

haymitch - wholeheartedly, while it may be great to think of haymitch as doing it, i don’t think he would. i think he would just go “sorry darlin, doing something else right now.” and leave it at that. would def offer period sex to help with cramps though

finnick - already at the store getting what you need without you asking him to. he was keeping check of your supply of course!! he’d get you the correct size and then some more. and would get you anything and everything you may need.

johanna - honestly probably synced with you and is mentally cursing the both of you for having similar cycles. and then she would take it upon herself to go and get the sizes you both need because she can suffer through her cramps as long as you’re okay ❤️

peeta - he would be so confused but would try his best to learn. def the type to go “what size pussy you wear?” when trying to decipher the different pad sizes.

katniss - will get anything and everything for you with no questions asked.

[viperixsworld]

### "VICTORIOUS!" – Capitol’s Longest Running Gossip Tabloid

#### Issue: 58th Hunger Games Aftermath Edition

“FATAL ATTRACTION: The Tragedy of 58 – Love, Death, and Detox”

- Sybille Marrow: Star-Crossed or Star-Crushed?

- Rumors swirl about the OD in the 53th Victors Penthouse — a young stylist, a bottle of Capitol gold, and whispers of heartbreak.

- Exclusive Interview: Hughie Vantelle says, “I mean, she's always been into this stuff. It was just a matter of time. The people in the districts, they just can't control themselves, they're sick. If you got over the drug abuse rate in '10, it blow your brains out.”

### "THE FLAME" – Capitol Style & Secrets

#### Issue: 62 Games – Capitol’s Sexiest Victors

“Tangled Threads: Are Marrow, Abernathy & Dowes in a Thruple?”

- Exclusive paparazzi shots show the trio leaving a party at Plutarch’s villa. Haymitch with lipstick on his collar, Sybille barefoot, and Hunter grinning like he owns the world.

- Experts weigh in: “The boys can’t keep up — but Marrow’s not choosing. She’s collecting.”

### "CAPITOL CONFIDENTIAL" – Society’s Sharpest Tongue

#### Issue: Plutarch’s Promotions & Pretty Pets

“Plutarch’s New Muse: Marrow or Mistress?”

- Did she earn that screen time or sleep for it? Insiders whisper Sybille’s frequent visits to the Gamemakers’ tower were more... intimate than professional.

- Juno Cirellan Responds: “She doesn’t need to seduce her way in. She could bulldoze the door.”

### "SUGAR & SILK" – Capitol Fashion Focus

#### Issue: 69th Games Couture Special

“Juno Cirellan's Cowboy Comeback”

- Juno dresses District 10 tributes like dusty diamonds in vintage leather. Are we entering a Western Renaissance?

- Hughie Vantelle throws shade: “It’s giving... barn. But make it fashion. I support her.”

### "VICTORIOUS!" – Special 71st Games Edition

“MILF Mentor? Sybille Marrow and Her District 10 Boy Toy”

- Capitol citizens lose their minds over footage of Sybille and Ezran Kettler. He calls her “Boss.” She calls him “Kid.”

- But is there more under that wide-brimmed hat and slow drawl?

- Finnick Odair laughs it off: “He’s got more sense than most of us. That’s why she keeps him close.”

### "THE FLAME" – 72 Games Preview Issue

“Finnick Odair: Still Single, Still Sinful”

- Photos from Capitol parties show him arm-in-arm with three stylists, a hovercraft pilot, and possibly a senator’s son.

- Is Johanna Mason his secret girl or his partner-in-chaos?

- Anonymous source: “He flirts with Sybille too — I think she threatened to shoot him.”

### "CAPITOL CONFIDENTIAL" – Quarter Quell Special Report

“The Ember Generation: Beautiful, Broken, and Burning Bright”

- Finnick, Johanna, Ezran, Annie... Is this the hottest Victor class since the Silver Generation?

- Capitol citizen poll: “We haven’t had this much drama since Chaff punched a Gamemaker.”

[drfleetflower]

Hello love, I hope this finds you well! I was wondering if you might indulge me in a little fanfic scenario for some of our favorite Hunger Games characters; Coriolanus, Tigris, Sejanus, Casca, Peeta, Finnick, Gale, and Haymitch. Perhaps something like how they confess their feelings or what their love language might look like in a quiet, tender moment? I’d adore seeing how you’d weave those delicate threads of their personalities into such moments.

Thank you for considering this, and no rush at all! Your writing is always a treasure.

I hope you have a good day/night!

❤️ maeve

I ran with the love languages idea! Thank you for your support!

[fandom-rpfinder]

hi there! i'm 22 (they/them) and currently looking for a hunger games roleplay + maybe something oc x oc! i am semi lit (500-1000 words depending on the day), VERY interested in plotting and hcs, and currently looking to do doubles for either of those!

i do love oc/canon and prefer to write against finnick for my oc! in terms of who i write i LOVE gale and haymitch (to an unhealthy degree), but i can write just about anyone (with a special love for the careers). i HAVE read sunrise on the reaping but i do not write hayffie, it is also very important to me that i play haymitch as indigenous. i am mostly looking for post games victor life threads.

currently, my work schedule is hectic, but it should be evening out. i should be coming into more time starting next week! as it is, i tend to write proper replies once or twice a month (sometimes more depending on how fixated i am!), but i LOVE doing text chains using tupper and am often available to do that for hours. i LOVE yapping, and i enjoy making friends with my roleplay partners for extended rps that possibly have multiple verses! if you like this i will gladly reach out to you.

📚

[canonrpfinder]

I am a 21+ roleplayer and have recently gone head-first back into my love for certain fandoms that I would love to find some partners to roleplay with! ✶ Marvel characters I'd like to write are: Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Illyana Rasputin, Vannessa Carlysle, Brunnhilde, Sigyn, Druig, Helmut Zemo, Harley Keener, and more. ✶ Stranger Things characters I'd like to write are: Steve Harrington, Henry Creel, Kali Prasad, Lucas Sinclair, Barb Holland, and more. ✶ The Hunger Games characters I'd like to write are: Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, Haymitch Abernathy, Rue, Johanna Mason, and more. ✶ MISC. Fandoms I'd like to write in: IT, The Umbrella Academy, Community, Breaking Bad, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Walking Dead, and more. I'm open to platonic or romantic dynamics and any gendered pairing (mxf, mxm, fxf, nbxm, poly, etc.)! I unfortunately can not guarantee daily or every other day replies at the moment with my work + school schedule. My writing style ranges from literate to novella depending on the thread and I'm looking for 18+ writing partners!

✒️

[zenkor123]

Katniss's rotation-October 8th 75 DD part 2

'Katniss, In the capitol I killed 24 clients, Romulus Threads brother Harry, and here in 13 I just killed 3 people yesterday after confusing them for peacekeepers, are ..... you... sure, this is a good idea, I do need to be fit for work ... you know?..Aren't you afraid.. of being slapped with a restraining order by Coin?"

Peeta terrified that if he talks about his memories he's going to have an episode. Peeta is shivering. Katniss grabs his hands.

"The restraining orders have been lifted, and your doctors also have given their support to this, there was a meeting with Coin last evening."

"WHY I WASN'T INVITED!??!!!" Peeta squeezes Katniss's hand to tether himself.

Finnick speaks up "the doctors had to stop you from killing yourself, afterwards, I was told you were unable to leave your bed, and were lethargic, Coin simply announced it to us that after talks with your doctors She granted their request to remove restraining orders for talk about your memories"

Peeta is still angry; I am not anyone's project, Finnick! In the name of Coin please tell me you didn't become friends with me for that reason!"

"No I did not" but Johanna interrupts Finnick before he could continue.

"No your not anyone's project you dumb-ass we are sick of hearing about your apeshit ideas, did you know I had to drag Katniss out of bed a few days ago,and I sometimes have to call Haymitch, stop being brainless, this" Johanna points at a bandage "was after you pointed the gun at her and called her a traumatized child"

"Johanna?" (Peeta thought she was removed from the squad and she has some scratch marks on her face).

Before Johanna can answer, Annie announces that: "I'm sick of you implying I'm a mutt, no one enjoyed watching that staring contest you had with Katniss"

Finnick says: "Yeah! It's really strange that you don't even know your own birthday, don't you see your inconveniencing everyone around you with this?"

"I will inconvenience you all even more if I do try memory restoration, Peeta as he existed before his mutation is pretty much dead, he is ruins with landmines laced inside them. I thought Delly didn't care, that she used me for her charity crap, but I really messed her up by pretending to be someone I was not, by being a fraud, her anger which woke me up to the fact that my best friend who knew the late Peeta didn't see that Peeta in me but I know realize that I wasted so much of her time as well. I can't do the same thing to you that I did to her."

When was this? Finnick asks

"Oh it was September 27, she called me a mutt and failed project and I knew then and there that she was correct. The Peeta you knew before my mutation is gone, the pill scrambled my neural pathways, most of my memories are lost and some memories are Jackered so badly that they can summon Snow's demons just by being recalled. They don't even feel like my memories, they feel like someone else's memories, its like when I watch footage of the games for the 10th time and I feel like I'm watching someone else. As I realized this, I also realized something else: that the Peeta of old was not my only hope"

Annie says: Fishy, do you remember that knife? I heard the entire exchange, she called him horrible things, and decided I didn't want her near me, it went right by her ear, it was just a warning knife, I didn't want to worry you so kept to myself.

Finnick: Bad Annie! is that why Delly is always sweating when she sees you

Annie: Yeah! That's it. I sometimes show her my knife as a reminder when your not around.

Do you remember what you told me in the roof of the arena center, Peeta?

"Something about not being a piece in the games I was able to make that out after seeing your great speech in D2 but the rest is heavily Jacker blasted and filled with uncreative shiny crap"

"You said that you wanted to find a way to show the capitol that you are not a piece in their games that you don't want them to change you, that you want to die as yourself"

"I bet snow thought about that constantly, but there really is there no meaning in death, he wasn't experienced enough to know this, it didn't go well for him, while starved and Jackered did he at least get his wish, only I can answer this, though I watched him die, It's not an exaggeration to say this, Annie watched me as my mind collapsed in front of her, as my mind began jolting seizures I watched parts of myself disappear, it only took 30 minutes, he screamed your name as this happened, over and over again and the Jabberjays repeated it, Annie was forced to watch, I couldn't bear to remember this when my hope lay in becoming Peeta"

Annie shivers and Finnick puts his arm around her. "... you... let the toxic sludge win, by accepting this, its like being... Injured.. and doing nothing about it"

Katniss grows defiant her angered fueled by what Peeta just told her. Finnick begins sobbing at the images in his mind of Annie not spitting out the pill.

Katniss does not know what to say, what she could say to that.

Annie continues as Katniss sheds some tears refusing Finnick's offer to press the incapacitor.

"It's... not...over, you can't give up, not after all you've been through, by continuing to fight you give all this suffering meaning, you were hijacked because you were Peeta Mellark, things can only be good again when you are Peeta once more, you were him for 17 years, you will never escape him no matter how far you run, if he's extinguished you will have no past, and there's no future without a past"

Peeta is beginning to shed tears but he fights it off: "But I don't have a past!" He chokes. "It was taken away, it's..."

"Ok that's it, I've heard enough from you "You are going to comply NOW"

Gale lunges and punches Peeta in the face

5 people drag Gale off Peeta.

"Fine, Fine, I'l comply, um, .... um, so I have no idea how I know this given that my own favorite color is lost but your favorite color is green?"

"It's orange"

"The late Peeta always struck me as a purple type of person, a party flirt with a train of lovers, Effie's hair seems close enough to this."

No! Not like Effie's hair a sunset orange.

Peeta nods Katniss rolls her eyes at Peeta's comment

"Your birthday is on March 31st, You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces"

Peeta feels a bit of hope that he tries to shut down and then a lump in his throat he is going to disappoint Katniss hard.

"I'm so sorry the capitol took your lover from you, it's unfortunate that the lingering suspicion that I or he, um Peeta was your lover, is true, because your very heart has been tortured for months, I'm sorry Katniss,"

Peeta gives Katniss's hand comforting squeezes as he says this. He is hesitant in his tone and a little anxious but quickly moves to the task at hand before Katniss can respond. 'well since you all insist on this, ok something Jackered and lost, where to even start, you got injured on the electric fence?

Katniss is sick of Peeta's shit and him treating her like she's wounded

Katniss had begun to feel herself equivocate and feel unsure, feel self hatred, grief, second guessing herself like Peeta does, but then she thought to herself "You sound like Peeta" she thought of Coin and Peeta calling her a "unstable girl." She is done with this shit and imagines Delly softly telling Peeta everything's fine, the thought makes her feel nauseous. But Peeta can't go around thinking that the dark shadowy world created for him by Snow is home, thinking he is a capitol mutt, if she has to drag Peeta out of there then so be it,

"Peeta, I'm no one's project, shut the fuck up, If my heart is broken that's my problem not yours, the next time you do this self pitying shit I'm going to shove an arrow up your ass"

"Alright, so cheese buns then, I remembered a bit more, after I gave you and Finnick some, did you like the cheese buns?"

I did,What did you remember?

there is only one person who can do it: me, coin was right: I am one of his last remaining connections to Peeta.

The first and 2nd times I made you the buns are Jackered but I was able to recover insignificant details like what we were wearing,some like how I was feeling at the time prior to where the alterations are located, and the process of baking the cheese buns are untouched, from there for practical reasons I managed to recover recipes useful to my cartel work.

I already assumed that you liked it given that the capitol, lets just say went over the top and made you look a bit comedic, like there's no way you chased me off with arrows over a bunch of cheese buns.

I haven't gone further since I got what I wanted and I didn't want to have a needless episode. but there are chains of memory, that I now remember because it has a bun in it, they are blurry and Jackered with generic Jackering, I mean a sex scene, or a fight scene, that they just cloned into every memory they had on camera.

Unless it has something relevant to me now, it hasn't occurred to me to touch the memories though I wanted to touch it anyway when I visited the forest for episode time just for some exposure and Jacker clearing,so I don't get an episode when I'm cooking.

That's something to work with at least , Katniss thinks, she begins recalling the memory of the first time she had cheese buns.

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

The Hunger Games Ships* As Taylor Swift Songs

*not all of them, just the ones I like

Wiress & Beetee Latier (Beetress/Beeress) - invisible string

“Time, mystical time/ Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine/ Were there clues I didn't see?/ And isn't it just so pretty to think/ All along there was some/ Invisible string/ Tying you to me?

…Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire/ Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons/ One single thread of gold tied me to you”

Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark (Everlark) - Sweet Nothing (actually so difficult to pick one for them bc they’re so Sweet Nothing/peace/Guilty As Sin coded)

“Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors/ And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other/ And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"/ To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

They said the end is comin'/ Everyone's up to somethin'/ I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings/ Outside, they're push and shovin'/ You're in the kitchen hummin'/ All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'”

Haymitch Abernathy & Effie Trinket (Hayffie) - Cornelia Street

“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends/ I'd never walk Cornelia Street again / That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend/ I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

…You hold my hand on the street/ Walk me back to that apartment/ Years ago, we were just inside / Barefoot in the kitchen/ Sacred new beginnings / That became my religion, listen /I hope I never lose you/ I'd never walk Cornelia Street again”

Haymitch Abernathy & Maysilee Donner (Haysilee) - Call It What You Want

“I want to wear his initial/ On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck/ Not because he owns me/ But 'cause he really knows me/ Which is more than they can say

…I never learn, at least I did one thing right/ I did one thing right/ I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers/ Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right/ Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night”

Cato & Clove (Clato) - The Alchemy

“Cheers chanted 'cause they said/ "There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league" / Where's the trophy?/ He just comes runnin' over to me

Touchdown/ Call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team / Ditch the clowns, get the crown/ Baby, I'm the one to beat / ‘Cause the sign on your heart / Said it's still reserved for me / Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?”

Female Morphling & Male Morphling (The Morphlings) - Labyrinth

“It only feels this raw right now/ Lost in the labyrinth of my mind/ Break up, break free, break through, break down/ You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back/ Just like that/ Uh oh, I'm falling in love/ Oh no, I'm falling in love again/ Oh, I'm falling in love”

Lenore Dove Baird & Haymitch Abernathy (Haydove) - This Love

“This love is good/ This love is bad/ This love is alive back from the dead/ These hands had to let it go free, and / This love came back to me,

This love left a permanent mark/ This love is glowing in the dark, / These hands had to let it go free, and / This love came back to me”

Finnick Odair & Annie Cresta (Odesta) - Mine (this one was literally a toss up between Mine & Our Song)

“Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?/ You put your arm around me for the first time/ You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter/ You are the best thing that's ever been mine

…Braced myself for the goodbye/ ‘Cause that's all I've ever known/ Then you took me by surprise/ You said, "I'll never leave you alone"”