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french-unknown · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟔) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down.

warning: mentions of death, violence

word count: 2.4k +

author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language and, even if I can read English text, I have practically never written in this language. So you will be my English practice lesson! Be indulgent, thanks ~

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥

All the group walked together for a few blocks to go to the place chosen to shoot the propo.

Boggs led the way with his Holo, followed closely by Katniss and her friend, then Peeta and Finnick. Finally, the camera crew and the elite group were mixed behind them. (Y/N) had known Cressida and her gang since long before the 75th Hunger Games, when she had gone to one of their screenings. Since then, they have met from time to time over the years and they have come to like each other and respect their respective work.

So it was with them that she decided to walk through the Capitol, behind Finnick.

Indeed, since she had arrived among them, she had immediately sensed the look of the blond. She had felt it burn the back of her neck during the whole previous day's trip, even though he had never come too close.

He always stayed a good distance behind her.

Yet she sometimes saw him getting slightly closer, especially in dangerous situations such as when Katniss had sent her arrow between the buildings and everything had started to burn. When the car had finally exploded, she had heard the subtle sound of fabric rustling, and then, glancing back, she had noticed that he was now standing much closer to her. And so, even though his gaze remained fixed on the flames.

She was much more comfortable now that she stood behind him and was no longer in front.

However, it wasn't the unwanted attention that made her so uneasy. It was the fact that, now that she was confronted with him again, she was slowly realizing how childish her behavior had been over the past few weeks. Finnick was still the same kind, caring person who cared about nothing happening to her and helped anyone in need. Like Peeta right now, helping revise his text.

He wasn't the problem.

The Capitol and Snow were.

A small feeling of guilt crept into her. For holding him responsible, for directly accusing him and for wanting him to pay for crimes he did not commit.

Especially since she knew the way she acted would have hurt him before she even started.

Although she denied it in front of Johanna, she knew that her relationship with Finnick was more ambiguous than just a regular friendship. She had already had a few crushes in the 11th District while growing up, so the feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to her when she began to feel it again in contact with District 4’s Victor. Not at first of course, because of his overcharming side with the Capitol’s citizens, but later when she finally watched through his mask thanks to Johanna.

Since then, they knew there was something but neither of them had ever taken the first step.

They had flirted lightly over a drink, or they had happened a few times to dance together away from prying eyes. She had received flowers from a "mysterious stranger" and he sometimes found himself with notes scattered in his dormitory thanks to the complicity of Mags, who always looked at them with tenderness.

(Y/N), despite the anger, therefore knew very well what she was doing when she attacked him, then ignored him, and finally avoided him. And she was also fully aware of how petty it was.

However, she did not picture herself showing up now in front of him as if nothing had happened.

She was too afraid of his reaction.

So she continued to walk silently between Castor and Pollux while listening to him help Peeta with his text. She listened to him be the Finnick she knew.

When they got to a good filming spot and noticed the trap, the (H/C)-haired girl went with the two brothers behind the left arch. She saw Finnick going with the other blonde behind the right one.

She stupidly felt a little miffed that he didn't come with her like the old him would have.

The thought didn't last long as a hail of bullets rained down on them.

Once finished, the events chained themselves in an uncontrollable way until they found themselves trapped in the square and a huge black gasoline wave began to wash aground towards them.

Paralyzed, the girl from District 11 got the impression of being back five years ago, at 17, in front of the tsunami that submerged her own arena. She remembered the huge wave of water that shone in the midday sun and raced at full speed in her direction as she stood at the edge of the cornfield. She remembered the roar it made as it swept away everything in its path: the loose rocks from the rock face, the poorly rooted trees and the debris from the barrage that had been broken and released the disaster.

But a hand landed on her arm and pulled her violently back to start running.

So she ran until she was out of breath while staring at the back of Finnick's head and back. Holding his hand firmly now, she tried to focus on the warmth of his palm and the movement of his hair rather than the harrowing noises behind her.

They were almost to the building when he released his fingers from her grip.

"Go ahead." He said it as fast as he could, adrenaline racing through his veins. "Go to shelter!"

Then he turned around to pounce on a raging Peeta attacking Katniss. Shocked, she heard the sound of the Koch G36K carbine and the sound of glass breaking. The Star Squad ducked into a building, and (Y/N) went there with them. She climbed the stairs and got stuck there with the rest of them.

The wait was excruciating.

She saw the deep black liquid rise little by little in ripples until it reached the last step. It stagnated. Then it was totally sucked in from where it came from. She couldn't believe it for a few seconds before she suddenly relaxed.

Unaware of the arguments around her, she stayed in her corner, trying to calm her heartbeat and the images of her own Hunger Games which were flashing in front of her eyes. Water, blood, and bodies.

The almost familiar burning was sensed again on the back of her neck.

She did her best to make eye contact but by the time she raised her head, he had already turned away.

She continued on for the next few hours on automatic, thoroughly emotionally drained after the trauma of the wave that still haunted her nightmares five years later. So she felt nothing when they took refuge in a nearby building and witnessed the Leeds dying crushed or when her own face appeared on television among the deceased tributes. Still nothing when they plunged into the first well-lit underground passages.

An uncomfortable feeling, however, appeared when they went deeper and deeper into the sewers.

Having grown up outdoors in vast fields where she could see as far as the eye could see, she got the impression of being too tall for those long, narrow corridors where you could see nothing and where you could only do one thing: slowly move forward in line. After a while, Pollux began guiding them through tunnels filled with water up to their shoulders. Trapped, her breathing quickened along with her thoughts as the fire of panic began to spread into her veins.

The only thing that kept her from totally rocking was the presence of the older Victor who had moved right behind her from the moment the corridors started to narrow.

As soon as Lieutenant Jackson ordered the establishment of the camp, she was relieved. They were able to get out of the water and they switched on the big light above their heads. Just that, it helped her regain some control over herself.

She sat directly next to Finnick who stared at her, amazed. After weeks of actively avoiding his presence, he felt a flame of hope rekindle in his chest despite the circumstances. But he didn't know what to say. So, not wanting to embarrass her and not knowing if she was still comfortable being this close to him, he waited for her to speak.

However, exhausted by the day and too terrified that the blond boy no longer wanted her, she didn’t dare to speak for fear of not being able to withstand another dramatic event.

So neither of them spoke and the two fell asleep side by side.

It was several hours later that they woke up. Taken aback by the imminent arrival of the mutts, the whole group began to run to the exit. They lost half of their members on the way, but when they reached the ladder, renewed energy seized the troop.

(Y/N) took aim with her rifle and fired into the pile of mutts. Where she had never learned to handle weapons during her childhood or even during her Games because she had never been good at it, she had definitely learned to shoot with a firearm in the 13th District.

She managed to kill a few creatures before she heard her name being called above her by her teammates.

She let her shotgun rest against her hip before throwing herself on the ladder that would take her to the surface. Only Katniss, Finnick, and a few Star Squad members remained to go up before everyone was safe. Trusting them to protect her back, she hurried upstairs without glancing down. When she was safe, she watched Katniss climb the ladder before it was the blonde from District 4's turn.

With fear in her stomach, she watched him climb the rungs as fast as he could before one of the mutts emerged from the water below him and grabbed him by the shoulder. Unbalanced by the new weight, Finnick was torn from the ladder and fell back with the monster. But, fortunately, his muscles owed to years of swimming saved his life since he managed to hang on to the ladder three rungs lower and his arms and hands held on without letting go of the metal bars.

Resuming his ascent even faster, he finally managed to get out of reach.

(Y/N) got so relieved after feeling like her heart was going to stop during the boy's fall that she got the impression of floating. Running towards him, she jumped directly into his arms without waiting to see if he could catch her. It didn't miss, as he took two steps back with his new weight before being stopped by the tunnel wall.

Completely embraced, he couldn't believe it.

The two got themselves into their bubble as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head in the crook of his neck, one hand holding the back of his opposite shoulder while the other was lost in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist. For his part, the blond encircled her waist with his arms and brought her closer to him as best he could. He also turned his head towards her to whisper sweet and reassuring words in her ear while placing soft kisses on her temple.

Their bubble burst, saddly, when they were called to order and time immediately caught up with them. (Y/N) broke away from Finnick but he was slower to release his grip on the girl's jacket, holding it regretfully until the last second.

However, everyone ran off under the fires of the Peacekeepers and the deadly blades ready to tear them apart along with the ground.

An hour later, they were in a safe place in the basement of a certain Tigris, whom (H/C) did not remember despite working as a stylist at the Hunger Games. All the adrenaline was progressively reduced to none. Everyone then isolated themselves in their corners, in different states of shock, to realize their loss.

The blond from District 4 slid against one of the walls of the large hiding place and took the hand of the girl from District 11 to pull her against him.

Sitting cross-legged, he made her sit in the hollow between his knees so that her whole side was pressed against his chest. He was able to wrap his arms around her waist again as she also wrapped hers around him: the closest one to him around his shoulders, and the other hand on his forearm to stroke gently with her thumb. Her head found its way back into his neck, and she gently rubbed her nose against his skin. He kissed her on her forehead and rested his head against the top of her hair.

Finally appeased, they remained like that for a little while.

"Tigris just told me the Peacekeepers were gone and we could go back upstairs for half an hour to shower if we wanted." Cressida announced as she descended the stairs before looking intently at the entwined duo at the back of the room. "We don't really smell the roses."

(Y/N) then remembered that they had indeed just come out of the sewers and that her scent must not really be the most enticing in the world. Embarrassed by her own scent and not having thought of it before jumping on Finnick, she slowly began to untangle herself from the embrace.

"No!" Finnick protested.

"I'm just going to wash up, I stink." explained the (H/C).

But the boy possessively tightened his grip on her and pulled her even closer to his chest, causing her face to land on his shoulder again. Realizing that he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon, she relaxed.

"Stay a little longer," he almost begged. "please."

And the girl accepted, nodding her head before moving her hand up from his forearm to put it on his shoulder to bring them even closer.

A happy sound escaped Finnick's throat.

Later, when they finally pulled away from each other and (Y/N) got out of the shower, she noticed that the blond's jacket had fallen to the floor. So she bent down and picked it up to put it up high, but a small piece of paper fell out of one of the pockets. Intrigued, she retrieved it before reading it.

"I'm fine, take care of you - (F/L)"

Remembering her own message, she gently put it back in the pocket before putting down his coat and returning to the hiding place.

When Finnick returned, they resumed the same position as before, even when Snow's face appeared on a hologram in the middle of the room and his voice echoed throughout it. At the end of his monologue, the mood among the team had changed; everyone knew what the next step would be.

Snow's Mansion.

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hollow-knight-stats · 7 months

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Overcharming Statistics

Overcharming is a mechanic in Hollow Knight that allows you to put on charms with a total notch cost higher than your maximum number of notches. More charms are obviously beneficial, but being overcharmed comes with one significant drawback: you take double damage on everything. For this reason, 141 of our respondents (66.5%) said that they do not regularly overcharm, and many responses noted that the guaranteed double damage is scary. This is very understandable, and it’s unsurprising that so many people do not do it regularly. A few of these respondents did not know what overcharming was; this is also not particularly surprising, since this mechanic is never explicitly explained beyond one dialogue hinting at it, and newer players may have never discovered it.

The next largest proportion of people were those who only overcharm for radiant Hall of Gods (RadHoG) and/or for the delicate flower quest. Both of these situations require the player to complete a challenge hitless, so the double damage penalty is negligible. 46 respondents (21.7%) noted that they only overcharm for one or both of these challenges. Particularly with RadHoG, where an extra charm can make or break a fight, it’s not startling to see how many people overcharm in this situation.

A smaller proportion of respondents, only 8 of them (3.8%), noted that they only overcharm when inside of Godhome, whether for radiant challenges or radiant pantheons (which we take to mean hitless pantheons). Godhome, as it is a dreamscape, does not have the same penalties as dying in the overworld, encouraging players to take more risks in their playstyle. Besides this, Godhome is often intended for late stages of a playthrough, meaning that players have more upgrades to make survivability more viable. Many people have also completed hitless pantheon challenges, where overcharming would be helpful. It is possible that some of these respondents only overcharm for RadHoG despite not overcharming for flower quest, which would put them in the former category, but due to lack of clarity we opted to sort them into this separate one. The remaining few explicitly noted that they practice for radiant pantheons (and to that: good luck! It’s a tremendous challenge.)

Of the remaining few respondents, 11 (5.2%) said that they sometimes overcharm, and 6 (2.8%) said they regularly overcharm. Among those that said ‘sometimes’, around half cite their confidence in their capabilities, either against a boss or with their current gear, as the reason behind this choice. The respondents who said yes have similar reasonings: they’re confident in their abilities and value the extra boost from overcharming. However, for those that said they only ovecharm sometimes, the decision to overcharm is more situational. What situations would push you to overcharm? Let us know!

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