#district 13

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𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (fem reader)

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨; @hashcakes , 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 <𝟑 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞) 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

Pink waves grasped at the sand, their back and forth swishing easing your nerves.

You were at the beach, with your love, your husband, Finnick Odair.

It had been a couple of months at this point, after the Capitol was overthrown and President Snow was no longer. Though the Capitol was gone and all citizens of Panem had seemingly integrated into one, equal society, the scars and marks that you had been left with did not go away as easily.

When you had arrived at District 13, you could barely utter a word, barely look up from your wounded palms. It had taken Finnick just over a month to get you to look at him, to let him hold you, and even more to get you to speak. But when you did, he cried of joy. He had asked you carefully if he could embrace you, and kiss you.

The Capitol did not only take away your voice, but they took much more than that. Your love for the seas.

You remember it vividly; eyes covered by a mask until you only saw darkness, the electrified currents rushing through your muscles, tightening the tissue like a rope. All the while all that your ears could register were your pleading, muffled screams, along with the sound of waves crashing agains the shoreline.

It was all that haunted your nightmares for the next year or so, coming back with dripping fingers, taking you deep down into the void.

When you were rescued, you had to be sedated in fear of becoming a danger to everyone else.

Quickly after waking up, you had been informed that Peeta had brutally attacked Katniss, strangling her to near death. You understood his actions and what drove him to them, and you wished that the young boy would recover quickly, although now you were well aware that these kinds of scars will never truly heal, never fully disappear.

Lost deep in thought, you failed to notice how Finnick's muscular arms wrapped tightly around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

His deep, hushed voice whispered, "What are you thinking, my love?" It never failed to send a pleasurable chill down your spine. Melting into his embrace, your eyes fluttered shut, your head leaning to his.

"Just... About the water," You paused, releasing a soft sigh, "It looks so calm, so safe, and yet I'm still so, so afraid."

You felt Finnick's fingers feeling the soft material of your sundress, rubbing it between the pads of his fingers.

His voice was soothing, dripping with sweetness as he spoke, "We can go back, love. You don't have to do this."

You shook your head. "I need to do this."

He nodded his head, slightly lifting his head to place a kiss on your cheek, his hands caressing your waist. He then slowly let go, one of his hands travelling to your shoulder, then down your arm until his fingers interlocked with yours, fitting perfectly like a key in a lock.

"Let's get this over and done with then."

You smiled softly, though it didn't quite reach your eyes.

You stood a good couple of feet away from where the water met the sand, and yet your heart was still rattling like a wild bird in a small cage.

Finnick was trying something called 'Exposure Therapy' on you, as suggested by a doctor from 13. It involved you and the water. It took you a long while to be okay with showers, however the bathtub was not an option. That was something you couldn't overcome in your short time in the hospital.

Though now, as Finnick encouraged you to face your deepest nightmares, you felt grateful to at least be able enough to listen to and to watch the waves.

It used to be your most favourite thing to do in the world, and Snow took it away with just a lift of his finger.

Eyes heavily trained on the water, your mind had gone blank. Your lips slowly opened, stuttering over complete silence. You heard Finnick chuckle, and felt his body shake. He turned wholly to you, placing his free hand on your cheek, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

"I'm here, love. We're in District 4, standing on our favourite beach, watching the sea." Finnick said slowly, voice hushed as his eyes searched yours. "As long as I'm around you'll always be protected, always be safe." He continued, placing a tender kiss to your lips, and you leaned in, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

As the two of you parted, you nodded your head lightly, gaze never leaving his.

A soft smile stretched across his face, his teeth gently peering through the gap between his lips. His dimples were also peering through, and you felt the urge to touch his face, to feel his skin on yours.

"Now, we'll go into the water, is that okay?" He asked, but you didn't respond. You didn't nod or shake your head, you didn't utter a single word. All you could do was swallow down your fear, and shakily grip his hand.

Finnick's free hand came to hold the side of your face again, his own face coming closer and closer, until your foreheads touched and your eyes were closed, listening intently to the sound of the waves, the sound of his voice.

"I've got you darling. You're safe." He continued, and pressed another kiss to your lips. Your grip on his hand tightened, and your free hand travelled up to his hair, gliding through the golden locks, down to his cheek.

Your hand caressed his sun-kissed skin. You didn't open your eyes, and instead squinted them shut as you felt the fear creeping up your bones.

"Look at me honey, I need you to show me that you know you're safe." He says, nudging your nose with his. "I'm gonna be with you every step of the way darling. With me around you ain't got nothing to be afraid of." He whispered softly, his hand squeezing yours back as he took two steps back, pulling on your hand.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you could feel your breath beginning to hitch as you moved two steps forward.

You could feel your heart stop for a moment, before it began to hammer again. With a deep breath, you nod your head.

"You'll keep me safe, Finn."

At that, the corners of his lips curled upwards, his dimples coming back. You trailed closely to him, leaving an arm's length between your bodies.

The sand beneath your feet was soft, still dry as you trudged forward, coming closer and closer to the foamy, pink waves. You slowly looked up, and with laboured breaths, you noticed how pretty the cloudy sky was.

The rising sun casted a candy cotton colour to the skies. The rays gently grasped at the horizon, and you stumbled for a moment, your breathing calming as a light breeze took a hold of your hair, pulling it as it went past you.

A soft smile appeared on your lips, and you felt a snap of confidence rush through your veins. In the corner of your eye, you saw Finnick turning back to look at you, his small footsteps coming to a stop as he allowed you to absorb the beauty of the morning sky, his eyes softening at the sight.

You looked to him, grinning a toothy smile as you gave his hand a tight squeeze. With a nod of your head, Finnick began moving again, tugging you towards the water, his warm hand embracing yours.

At first, you only felt the tame licks of coolness against your feet. The confidence you felt quickly evaporated.

You felt terrified, heart pounding against your chest with a long-known fervor, but you also felt the smallest bit of comfort.

It reminded you of how you and Finnick would run into the water, swim into the unknown depths without a single bit of fear. Back when you were kids, back when you were safe from the ghastly tentacles of the Hunger Games.

Now, as you stood there, your mind was at war. More water began lapping at your feet, dragging soggy sand over your skin lazily.

"Is this okay?" Finnick's soft voice ripped through the air, and you looked up, seeing how he was standing over you protectively, hands ready to lift you effortlessly and get away from the sea. His golden locks bounced in the sea breeze, the sun shone behind him, highlighting his honeyed skin.

"Y-yes, it feels... Strange. But I can stand it." Your voice was merely a whisper, and it tugged heavily at Finnick's heartstrings. He looked you over, noting how gorgeous you were in your white sundress, miniature sunflower patterns decorating the entirty of the fabric. Your feet had dug deep into the sand beneath, your legs frozen still, unmoving.

"Can you go any further?" His voice was sweet, steady and full of love. You nodded your head, but struggled to move. Finnick took note of this, and his arm easily wrapped around your waist, guiding you forward. "We can stop at any point, just give me a sign."

The more steps you took, the more numb your limbs became. The water was cold, freezing cold. The sand mostly smooth, though a couple round stones and seashells dug into the soft skin of your feet, lessening as you walked further into the sea, the water rising gradually.

It's when the two of you reached far enough for the water to lap at the hem of your dress that you singalled for Finnick to stop. The waves were much larger, swaying your bodies upwards, but they were also much gentler at this distance. A blanket of darkness enveloped you, and you felt a trickle of sweat falling down the side of your forehead, numerous shivers going down your spine.

Your breath stuttered, and your eyes focused on the water, your muscles cramping.

Finnick stood behind you, placing his warm hands on your hips. He placed soothing kisses to your neck, his fluffy hair tickling your cheek. If it wasn't for him, you'd already be crying hysterically.

His embrace was warm and secure, comforting and mellow. His kisses softly ghosted over your skin, and his hands secured you into place, ready to whisk you away at any moment.

The two of you stood like this for a long while, enjoying each others warmth, feeling the gentle sway of the waves, and your heart eventually calmed, slowly but surely. The waves remained steady, passing by you as though you were nothing but a phantom.

Slowly, your feet began to move, until you were waist deep in the water, eyes closed in concentration, Finnick holding you tightly. Your mouth was dried up, and your eyebrows furrowed in worry, stress cursing through your veins, pulsing like your heartbeat.

"You're doing great, love," Finnick softly muttered, grazing his skin against your own, arms wrapped around your torso to keep you warm, his fluffy hair tickling your face. "You're doing so good, keep going." His voice eased your nerves, and slowly but surely, your shoulders relaxed, and you released a shaky breath.

"Thank you Finn, thank you." You whispered, and you fought hard to open your eyes, but the wet sensation of tears had stopped you. You began to sniffle softly, and soon you felt the tears escaping your closed eyes, sliding down your cheek.

Finnick's thumb quickly wiped the first stray tear away, but more poured out. Your quiet sniffles turned into hiccups, body shaking with every breath you took, with every movement of the waves. Finnick gently lifted you up, carrying you away from the water, until you were safely seated in the soft sand, far out of the waters reach.

"I'm sorry..- I- I couldn't do it, Finnick." You sobbed out, tightly gripping his white T-shirt in your fist, crumpling the soft material.

Your meek, silky tears were cushioned by his shirt, his hand caressing your back with delicate strokes.

"It's okay honey, you did so well today..." Finnick softly muttered into your ear, his voice helping to ease your guilt. You knew how desperate he was to go swimming with you again, to be able to explore the kelp forests and spend day and night relaxing in the waters.

"I'm so so so s-sorry.." You continued, and laid in his arms for a while, until the tears dried up and you were left laying in his lap, watching as the sun made its way higher up into the sky, the sea gently swishing back and forth.

You had been there for hours, silently watching.

You could feel Finnick's stomach begin to rumble, and you shifted in his lap, leaning your head back to look at him.

His eyes were boring into the sea, watching with furrowed brows as he was lost in thought.

"Finn... Finnick," You whispered, your fingers gently tracing his jawline, "I think it's time to go, I can hear that you're hungry."

He blinked a few times, inhaling deeply as he looked down at you.

"Are you sure?" He asked, unsure and unwilling to leave the comfortable spot.

You nodded your head, lightly sitting up but his arms stopped you.

"I think Johanna might be bored of looking after the baby." You spoke with a smile, and Finnick reciprocated with a toothy grin of his, shaking his head lightly.

"Oh she loves our boy, she's always calling asking to come see us." He said sweetly, his grin having turned into a soft smile.

"Fine.. We need to stop by the market anyway, we've barely got any food." You said, leaning back on your hands, sitting between Finnick's spread legs.

"I can go catch something, you know. Maybe some abalone or something, like we used to." Finnick said, trying to convince you.

You didn't need much convincing though, as you knew how much he wanted to go back into the water. Maybe someday you'd be able to join him again.

"Off you go then, but don't be too long, and- and be careful. Okay?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing in worry, lifting your hand to caress his cheek.

Finnick leaned into your touch, the soft smile remaining on his face as he nodded.

"I won't be long, I promise."

With that, the two of you stood up, and you embraced each other. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Finnick's hands finding their rightful place on your waist.

The two of you shared a deep kiss, lips moving together in sync as you smiled, feeling your heartbeat speed up.

The wind tugged at your hair, invisible fingers stroking through it as it flowed by.

Finnick's hold on you tightened, and you felt him inhale deeply, his feet shifting in place. You smiled into the kiss, and felt his tongue dart out slightly, ghosting over your bottom lip.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging smoothly at the roots, eliciting a groan from him.

You parted from him, hands leaving his hair, coming down to his shoulders.

His lips chased yours for a second, eyes shut as he nudged your nose with his.

You allowed him one last peck, and then moved your face further away, forcing Finnick to open his eyes.

"Go on, I'll be here, waiting." You spoke softly, the smile on your lips finally reaching your eyes.

Finnick nodded with heavy lidded eyes, his lashes casting pale shadows over his cheeks.

"Fine, but you owe me one more kiss." He stated quietly, his hand flying up to the back of your head, keeping it in place as he stole a passionate kiss from your lips.

He then let go, saying a soft, 'I'll be back in a bit', before he stripped his shirt, handing it to you as he flexed his muscles.

You laughed out loud, head hanging back. He truly never failed to make you laugh.

With one last hug, Finnick proceeded to jog off towards the water, his body disappearing further beneath the waves until you saw him dipping under, for a long while.

You sat in the sand, eyes trained on the water.

He would make a reappearance from time to time for some air, before he'd dip back in.

It took him a long while, but eventually he returned, swimming up to the shore with pocketfuls, one hand grasping a whole bunch of abalone.

You raised your eyebrows in bewilderment, extending the corners of his shirt to create a makeshift basket.

Finnick dumped all of the creatures into it, and you tied the ends together, a gleeful smile on your face. "You sure got a lot." You said, shaking your head at him.

Finnick grinned at you, and you looked him over, from his dripping hair to his toned chest, to his shorts.

There was one more, rather large, shell poking at his pocket.

"I think you forgot some there." You pointed out, and Finnick shook his head with a smile.

"This one isn't for eating," he stated with a laugh, his hand reaching into his pocket to retrieve a snail shell, "It's for you." He said softly, handing you the object.

You looked over it, your fingers tracing the intricate, dark red patterns embroidered into the shell. The overall colour was a faint rosé pink, one of your favourite colours. It felt hard in your clutch, but sturdy and strong.

You brought the shell, or rather conch, up to your ear and listened.

After a short moment, you heard the distant sound of wind echoing through the conch. It sounded much different to the breeze present at the beach, but it was calming, comforting.

You looked up to Finnick, unable to hide your smile.

"It's beautiful... H-How did you find it?" You asked, surprise lacing your voice.

"I looked far and wide for it, I wanted to give you something to remember today," Finnick muttered, his voice gravelly and deep as he tried to catch your gaze, "You did so well today, and I want you to know that I'm so proud of you darling."

He spoke softly, and reached a hand up to your chin, lifting it so that you'd look at him.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head with a smile. Reaching on your tiptoes, you placed a tender kiss to his lips, feeling how his hand embraced your cheek.

"Thank you Finnick. It's beautiful," You whispered after the two of you parted, feeling the shell in your palm, "I love you so much."

His toothy grin stretched across his cheeks, and Finnick shook his head, gazing at you lovingly, his fingers stroking mellow circles into your waist, "I love you more darling."

[everlarksquell]

thinking about how when katniss was leaving district 13 to go to the capitol she considered saying goodbye to peeta but didn’t because he wasn’t her peeta anymore yet chose to take the pearl with her because it was all she had left of the boy with the bread.

[falseburger]

#EVERLARK — “ real or not real? “

they mean so much to me omfg how I wish we got a book or just like a little TREAT a little EXERPT of peetas “recovery” in district 13 and what methods they used for them oh how I wish to just take a PEEK inside his MIND SUZANNE COLLINS PLEAAAASE PLEASE…..!!!Anyways peetas games by igsy on ao3 🤤 my lord they’re so good they’re canon in my head I don’t even CAREEE ugh they write peeta so well… anyways I tried to draw everlark with how I see them when I read the books/how I picture them in my head so I hope u like thissss 😊😊😊 I drew this from the scene in mockingjay where katniss sees peeta for the first time after being brought back and the DREAD I felt reading that part is REAL ok pls don’t flop first post whatever idk how to use tumblr im using my 5 year old amino knowledge on this one boys

[medusasdaughterwrites]

I do love the hunger games renaissance and the new theories popping up everywhere. But one theory I refuse to accept is that "Cinna was planted by district 13 and that's why he was a rebel and that's why he chose district 12". Like no... Cinna is infinitely more interesting as a Capitol native who grew up being fed all that propaganda and yet still couldn't gring himself to see district people as anything other than human went to art and fashion school and maybe met other rebels like Portia and channeled his feelings into his art like he said he always does and when he got the games gig chose to style the underdog the one who's the most ridiculed because if he can humanize the ones the Capitol despises the most maybe people will start to wake up and see that those are human beings they are killing and he hit the jackpot with Katniss and Peeta and Haymitch. Besides, a headcanon like that just assumes that no person born in the Capitol would be a rebel and completely dismisses Plutarch and Fulvia and Cressida and Messala and Castor and Pollux, granted Castor and Pollux have personal reasons to rebel, but still humanity does exist even in the Capitol that's one of the lessons Katniss learns and fiercely protects and dismissing that by making Cinna a district 13 citizen just annoys me.

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District 13

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Johanna Mason x Female Reader 1,865 Words After being stuck in District 13, without knowing anyone, Johanna is finally rescued.

You were in District 13, you had gotten there by some miraculous chance - a right time, right crowd kind of chance; or maybe you really weren't meant to be there at all.  The first week had felt like a fever dream, the technology, the bleak clothing, the scheduling and the unfamiliarity of it all, District 13 wasn't supposed to exist and you, of all people, definitely shouldn't of known that it did. You, not from the buried district or from District 12 and not a victor or an important person of the rebellion, did not know a single face as you travelled from one area to another.

You had the feeling that you had slipped through their gaps, you felt completely invisible to them, you didn't know anyone and they didn't know you. You weren't being watched or they would have come in to help you by now; you were lost. Again. If the newcomers had some sort of tour, you hadn't been apart of it or you wouldn't be in the mess you found yourself in. You wandered around aimlessly, you knew that you most likely wouldn't find anyone until the next rotation in the schedule. 

Every corridor and hallway looked the same, grey and bleak, just like your clothes, you slid down the wall and sat on the floor, your legs outstretched as you closed your eyes. Maybe you were being watched. They seemed to really love their schedules and you were definitely not complying to them at that moment; they would probably notice a missing person, you did have a schedule. You let out a loud sigh and rested your head against the cold concrete, hopefully you'd get back to your cell soon.

The smell of home wafted through every sense before you noticed the gentle rumble of a... hovercraft? Your eyes snapped open and you quickly got up from the floor, hissing in pain as you rubbed your sore muscles, and wobbled your way over to the sound. To your relief, and dismay, it wasn't long until you came across the source, if you had only walked around the corner you would have been redirected back onto your schedule long ago. 

People were too wrapped up in their own business to notice you getting closer and closer to the craft. You squinted into the distance as its platform lowered, your heart clenching painfully when you saw familiar wetsuits. Johanna. Your eyes were wide as you walked faster and faster, your heart beating so rapidly you were scared it would fall out of your chest. One person cladded in the wetsuit left the craft and then another and another and then it began to close, what? You began to feel ill, your stomach twisting and churning into tight knots. 

"No, no, no," you chanted as you moved into hearing distance. They were all looking at you now, no longer invisible. Hands wrapped around you, securing you from moving forward, and you struggled against them, tears springing to your eyes as your chants turned to shouts; you probably looked crazy. Your eyes searched the two: Beetee, Finnick. You lunged at him, your hands pushing at his chest before you were pulled back.

"Where is she!? You were meant to keep her safe, I thought you were friends," you screamed with an accusing finger as you were dragged back like a savage animal. Your tears blurred your vision, you had let yourself hope and now you were being let down, and you couldn't handle it. You had felt too alone and all you wanted was her.  "Where's Johanna!? Where is she, where is she? Don't tell me she's dead," you shook your head as you pushed back against the pulling hands. "She was supposed to come back! So where is she?" You jumped at him, hands like claws in front of you, hot tears staining your cheeks. Suddenly, the hands locked down around your arms, legs, waist, head. You felt the fabric of your jumpsuit rip at your upper arm, a sharp prick stung you followed by the feeling of cold liquid spreading through your muscles. The hands loosened. You shook your head lightly, "No, no. Johanna, where's Johanna? I want- I want to see her, please," you begged and choked out as you felt the world begin to collapse. "Johanna, Johanna, Joha- Jo..."

Finnick stared at your, now calm, body slumped against the ground, rigidly. He exchanged a look with the people around him, shocked. He didn't know who you were and, by the looks of the others, no one knew either. Who were you, and how did you know Johanna? Did you even know her? Johanna had never mentioned you.

Yeah.. it wasn't the prettiest first impression.

You woke up in one of the infirmary beds, tubes sticking into your bruised skin. You swallowed painfully and when you tried to soothe the pain with a hand, it was stopped before it could get to your neck. You stared at the chains securing you to the bed before slumping in defeat. You felt defeated; Johanna was gone and you were stuck in District 13, bound to a bed, all alone.  All you wanted was Johanna. 

You had been stuck in the bed for the last two days, thankfully you had been relieved of the handcuffs as you hadn't lashed out at any of the healers. However, one long shackle still wrapped around your ankle, not completely trusted yet. You stared up at the tiled ceiling, counting them for, what felt like, the hundredth time, when a figure moved into your room. Your gaze moved from the ceiling to the door and you sent over an apologetic smile, Finnick Odair.

"Sorry, I was just- I don't know what happened to me," you apologised as he stood in the doorway. He sent you back a smile accompanied with a small nod and you watched him as he took a few steps into the room and took a seat. 

"How do you know her?" He quizzed, his eyes intense and you could tell he didn't trust you. It was fair though, you thought, you wouldn't trust yourself either if you were in his shoes. 

"We're.. friends," you shrugged. 

"Friends?" Finnick scoffed as he relaxed into the chair. "Johanna doesn't make friends." You squinted at him and he squinted back.

"You're her friend, well, she said you were," you replied. The room fell silent once again. "Is she alive?" You questioned him softly as you fiddled with the blanket covering you. 

Finnick nodded his head, and you felt relief flood into you. "She's in the Capitol." Those four words hit you like a falling tree. Tears sprung to your eyes and you shook your head at him. She was probably being tortured, especially after her role in the rebellion. You wished that she were dead, she didn't deserve to be over there. 

"They're getting her out, right?" You pleaded, your voice begging. Finnick stayed silent and you felt your heart clench painfully inside your chest. Why wouldn't they get her out? Was she not important enough?

"Tell me something about her," he requested softly. You rolled your head back to face the ceiling, familiar eyes appeared, skin crinkled at the corners in a smile. You chest sunk with a relaxed sigh.

"She throws her head back when she laughs," you began, a smile spreading across your lips, "she likes to draw, she loves the smell of the leaves in the summer; she likes pine the best, it's strong and always green," you hummed as you recounted your shared hours, thoughts taking you far from the enclosed white walls of the room.

Finnick stared at you from his chair as you smiled into the air, seeing things he couldn't, when it clicked. A moment of realisation fell across his face as he listened to you. You loved her. You were in love with her. He knew it, there was no faking it, no, not when it was real, and he could see it on you. He got up from his chair and left the room as quietly as he came, nodding his head at you in goodbye. You let out a sigh, alone again. 

You chewed on your nails, nervously, Finnick had told you that they had sent off a rescue mission for them. That had been hours ago, too many hours ago, and you couldn't sleep. Not when Johanna came back. You were stuck in your room, it was past curfew, you wouldn't be allowed out anyway. Not on your own. You hoped that she was okay, well, as okay as she could be. Your eyes felt heavy, sleep trying to grab at you, but you pushed it away and sat opposite the door, on the floor, waiting for something to happen. 

The door was suddenly pushed open and you sprung to your feet, your heart pounding in your ears as Finnick stood in front of you.

"She's here."

And then you were running.

Finnick ran beside you, guilt eating away at him at seeing your reaction. When Haymitch had announced the same to him and Katniss, all he could think about was Annie, and the thought of Johanna or you had completely escaped his mind.

Your hand pushed against the cold metal of the double doors and the room spun in circles as your eyes searched for any sign of her. You saw Finnick point to curtains and you quickly made your way over, your hand pausing mid-air just about to pull back the fabric. You didn't know what you were going to see. You had waited all this time for this moment and you couldn't waste another second. 

Slowly, the fabric was scrunched in a fist as you pulled the curtain back - just enough for you to slip inside. Tears instantly pricked at your eyes and you felt your chest constrict painfully as you stared at her bruised flesh, her hollowed cheeks, her sharp bones poking out from under her pale skin, her eyes. You watched as they softened.

"Johanna.." you whispered fragilely, hesitating to move closer, and she reached out for you. You moved quickly, hand enveloping her own before moving up to cradle her cheek. You swallowed a lump in your throat as your thumb smoothed across her skin. She looked up into your eyes, hers wide like a rabbit and blinking back tears as they welled. "What have they done to you?" You breathed out gently, eyebrows furrowed, your other hand intertwined with hers and a tear rolled down her cheek, dripping onto the blanket. 

"Y/n." Johanna called out and, carefully, you climbed into the small bed beside her and cradled her in your arms before pressing a kiss to her wet cheek. Your hand rubbed over her, now, bald head, no brown hair to play with anymore, as silent tears soaked your shirt. 

Johanna breathed out heavy, shaky breaths, her fingers dancing with your own as she listened to the sound of your breathing and your steady heartbeat; all with her eyes finally closed. You were alive, alive and well and breathing, she hadn't lost you too:

"I love you."

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Finnick Odair x Reader!Gale’s Sister plzzz

Finnick Odair x Hawthorne!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in District 13 has been nothing but a living hell. Your boyfriend makes it more bearable for you. Now, your brother on the other hand...

Warnings/Tags: Finnick Odair x Reader Established relationship (romantic), Gale Hawthorne x Reader (Platonic),

A/N: Requests are open! PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed this story and want to see more like it!

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Gale had been miserable every second you spent with your boyfriend, Finnick. The PDA and the looks you gave each other made him crazy.

His older sister should not date so soon after all of that trauma. Gale told himself that he just didn't want his sister to date any guy. But, deep down he knew it was most likely due to the fact that he was still on love with Katniss.

You walked down the hall, hands clasped with Finnick's. The two of you were separate very little. Not that there was anywhere to go if you did separate.

The base was extremely cramped. So many people had escaped the grasp of the Capitol. So many refugees.

"Your brother isn't going to kill me?" Finnick asked. He was only half joking. He knew Gale was good with a bow, and well, the looks Gale gave Finnick made Finnick's heart almost stop.

"No, or at least I asked him not to." Finnick gave you a gentle shove. He knew you were most likely joking.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," you say and take a seat at your usual table with a few of the other people from your district and make shift friend group.

"Yn," Gale says getting your attention, "Katniss and I were cleared to go outside for hunting. Maybe you would like to join us tomorrow?" Gale asked. He couldn't bear to be out there either her alone anymore. It was quite obvious she would never love him back. She loved Peeta.

"Someone has to show you how it's done," you say attempting to get a little crack of laughter out of Gale's stone cold soul.

He was like a snowman. Ice cold.

Gale used to have life in him. But once he lost Katniss you lost Gale. He wasn't the same without his best friend.

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Finnick's head was buried in I'm the crook of your neck. It was finally lights out and he couldn't wait to cuddle up next to you for the night.

Even though the whole situation really did suck, at least he had you. Even if your brother wanted him dead.

"Goodnight my love," you whisper as Finnick begins to doze off for the night.

His breathes are soft as he whispers, "I love you to sweetheart."

His head is reburied in the crook of your neck, and you feel his soft breaths tickle your neck. He looked so peaceful like this

Half asleep without a care in the world. His soft locks of hair framed his face with utter perfection. He looked beautiful all the time, but words couldn't describe how he looked when he was sleeping.

He looked peaceful.

[praxidikegal]

So in this AU, where Snow decided to fight against the Capitol. How did that happen? What happened to him that had him go "Wait...maybe this isn't the way to go. We should leave for now."

I'm so sorry for not answering sooner.

You see, in this au the ending never happened, Coryo never lied and Lucy Gray accepted him yada yada they travelled and ended up in 13. When they were found they presented themselves to 13 as runaways (himself a trained peacekeeper assigned to district 12 from district 2) Though, they were relatively safe and stable and he was able to climb to power and took back what was "stolen" from his family, Coryo does not want to stay down there forever. He hates the lack of opulence, luxury and life. He also holds a grudge against the Capitol for his "downfall".

In 13, he holds a different name along with Lucy Gray and he wants his name back and his family name's old glory back and of course he wants to get back to Tigris and Grandma'am (tho, grandma'am croaked before they meet again). He hates that he is in hiding, he hates that he is hidden and as president there, He cares little about the people in 13 but Lucy Gray does so he does his best to make the place better for her and his kids (of course himself, he is ambitious and wants some kind of privilege no matter how small in 13) so he's in semi-in contact with the rebels and the Capitol themselves, exchanging goods with them and accepts refugees due to 13's little supplies and population. Then the pox outbreak happens and it was when his son, Orpheus Sage, almost died that he can no longer bear it and so he had 13 join the rebellion fully. After the war was won, he was elected as president of Panem (and all the things it entails) and moved his family to the Capitol.

I hope this sound coherent and not a bumbling mess

Aidoneus Thorne, president of district 13 A.K.A. Coriolanus I'm-only-nice-to-my-family-Snow.

[incorrect-hunger-games-quotes]

Finnick: Where is the yogurt? I thought you went to the store to get it???

Annie: *mumbles*

Finnick: what???

Annie: it was on the top shelf and I couldn't reach it!

[annabethwarriorprincess]

The bulk of the Snow family fortune had also been invested in munitions — but in District 13. Their sprawling complex, blocks and blocks of factories and research facilities, had been bombed to dust. District 13 had been nuked, and the entire area still emitted unlivable levels of radiation. The center of the Capitol’s military manufacturing had shifted to District 2 and fallen right into the Plinths’ laps. When news of District 13’s demise had reached the Capitol, Coriolanus’s grandmother had publicly brushed it off, saying it was fortunate that they had plenty of other assets. But they didn’t.

You know Coryo absolutely Shat His Pants when he learned that not only was District 13 still out there,

They Still Have The Nuclear Weapons his family Fortune paid for.

[catindabag]

Part 2 of “What they’re actually doing” in my TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

Here’s [Part 1]

What D13’s mole people and mole leaders think President Ravinstill is doing inside his office:

What the crazy old man is actually doing:

What Billy Taupe thinks Lucy Gray is doing without him:

What the rainbow bird is actually doing:

What Tigris thinks Coryo and Sejanus are doing every weekend:

What they’re actually doing:

What Strabo Plinth and the Grandma’am think Coryo and Sejanus are doing inside their new bedroom after the SnowPlinth Royal Wedding:

What our two newlyweds were actually doing:

What Alma Coin thinks President Sejanus Plinth-Snow and his “First Lady” Coryo are doing inside the Presidential Palace:

What Grandpa Seji Pie and Grandpa Snow Bae are actually doing:

[wardrobeoftime]

The Hunger Games + Costumes

Finnick Odair's light grey suit in Mockingjay - Part 02.

// requested by anonymous

[oh-my-damn]

I just want everyone to remember that Katniss Everdeen would have been labelled a terrorist if Panem had won and were able to tell the story.

I just want you all to know and understand that Suzanne Collins wrote the book based on inspiration she took from real life conflicts.

I just want you all to know that Israel is essentially Panem. And that District 12 and 13 are essentially Palestine.

Katniss Everdeen would be labelled a Hamas Terrorist by your narrow-minded standards. To her people, she is a savior. To the opposition, she is a terrorist.

Do not ever forget that you would have labelled Katniss Everdeen, one of the greatest female heroes we have seen in modern literature, a terrorist, if you were from or supported Panem.

[issacharmastersdp18]

This entire scene? CINEMA GOLD.

People often view it simply as Coriolanus threatening Katniss.

That’s not entirely wrong.

HOWEVER…

This is a warning.

A preview.

Coriolanus has seen war.

He’s reasonably certain that the rebels imagine an idealistically short conflict. But he knows. He knows exactly what the reality looks like.

And it scares him. For the very survival of humanity first and foremost, like he and Peeta discuss in one of the best deleted scenes ever. And also because he loves having power. His power is meaningless if all that’s left is a ton of dirt and millions of corpses.

Every single scene of Donald Sutherland in this series, alone, is worth the price of admission. And they warrant more attention from fans.

[showmethesneer]

Now admittedly, I haven't watched the video essay yet, but i saw some fan theory circulating that Lucy Gray Baird is President Coin...

What in the flavoured fuck do you mean?

Do i think she escaped and survived Snow? Absolutely. Not even a question. Do i think she stumbled upon District 13 in her post-mockingjay massacre wandering? I definitely thought about it. It seems likely.

Do i think the music-in-her-veins nomadic performer who couldn't keep her head down at the reaping for five minutes without causing a scene... lived for 60 years in joyless, super militaristic, underground society with no fucking sunlight and no fun? And also became the leader of said lifeless civilization and continued to rule it as such? And then suggested another fucking Hunger Games after the Hunger Games were destroyed?! You must be fucking high.

I know it's cute to think about all the ways in which Lucy Gray and Coriolanus were each other's fucked up little origin stories, and how President Coin is literally the other side of Snow's coin. But Alma Coin is not Lucy Gray. That is literally fucking absurd.

[jillsvalentinex]

Thea Greene was already well known within her district. At the early age of ten, she was known as 'the heart of district four'. Not only was she liked among her peers for her angelic personality, her angelic voice was what made her a mini celebrity. Every weekend the district would go out to her family's bar and watch her perform. It was the only thing that made them forget about the dreadful Hunger Games, and although District four was grouped in with the other career districts, that didn't mean the district wanted to be constantly reminded of them, and young Thea saw the gloom take over the people. 

The blonde always had a love for music as her mother and father owned a bar where people could perform to entertain the guests. It was her source of happiness, her salvation. It only became more of a need when she began performing. The sounds of the cheers and guests clapping was somewhat overwhelming, but the feeling that came with it was wonderful, almost addicting like some sort of drug. Her parents weren't initially fond of their youngest child risking their life by refusing to get any type of training for the Hunger Games since they didn't want to lose her, but they soon came to terms with it once she began helping at the bar. Her brother, Jace, on the other hand, wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to learn a few tips if he would eventually get picked to participate in the games. 

The two were polar opposites, the only thing connecting them together was their family and similar appearance. Jace was known as the typical boy from district four; knew how to fish, how to swim really well, and trained for the Hunger games. Thea was known as the delicate performer; a die hard music lover, helped people carry heavy bags in the streets and spent her days swimming in the ocean. 

Even when the Greene's suffered the loss of their parents, it seemed life never stopped for the two siblings. Thea kept the two up-float with the bar, and even when he turned nineteen, Jace kept training, building up his strength in order to help out his younger sister in any way he could. 

The moon shone through the clouds trying to cover it up in the sky. A soft gust of wind passed by, sending a shiver down Thea's back as she was locking up the bar for the night. Once saying goodbye to her friend and co-worker, Annie, she turned around and began walking back to her house while getting showered with praise by numerous audience members from the bar.  

"Amazing performance as always, Miss Greene!" An older man, seemingly around his mid 60's with greying hair and a few wrinkles on his face, called out as the blonde walked by. 

She turned her head over her shoulder, showing a bright smile on her face as she gave him a nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Mr Morgenthau!" She said before she turned her body around to face the wrinkled man. "How's your grandson? He doing alright?" She asked. 

"Oh, he's doing just fine. He's ready for the games tomorrow, I hear." 

Thea stopped in her tracks, her eyes slightly widening in surprise. "He's volunteering?" She asked, earning a curt nod from Morgenthau. She then flashed a bright smile as she began to turn back around to continue walking. "Well, lets hope he wins." She then waved goodbye before she continued walking through the dimly lit pathways to her house.

It wasn't long until Thea arrived in front of her house. It was cramped in between a row of houses, looking identical to the rest with its smooth walls that were painted white and the stone roof. The lights seemed to be off with the curtains drawn from the inside. She stepped forward, unlocking the white door and stepping inside, switching the light switch on beside the door. "I'm home!" She called out to see if there would be any response and for a few seconds, there was only silence until she heard loud, rapid footsteps coming down the stairs. A loud thud came shortly afterwards and as the blonde was just hanging up her jacket, she turned her head to her left, watching a fairly tall boy with messy blonde hair flap his arms up in the air.

"Jesus, where the hell have you been? It's past curfew." He said as he began walking towards her, and into the kitchen. 

Thea rolled her eyes once she finished hanging her coat up and followed her brother into the kitchen where she watched him cook up some fish. "I was working at the bar. And don't use that curfew shit on me, you and I both know that only worked when mom and dad were here." 

Jace turned his head over his shoulder, sending a quick glare to his younger sister before turning back around, chopping off the head of the large fish. Thea turned away quickly once hearing the loud thud of a butcher knife slam down on the wooden table. "The reaping is tomorrow, Thea-" 

"Yeah, which is why I decided to go down to the bar. The district deserves at least a bit of good entertainment before they watch their loved ones possibly get picked to go into the Hunger Games and watch them die." Thea argued, cutting her brother off before he could finish his sentence. 

"And who said it has to be you to give them that?" Jace asked as he continued cutting up the fish.

"I did, the people did. If I stopped performing at the bar when mom and dad died, we'd be on the streets. The amount of people who come to the bar because I'm there is the reason why we have money. At least act like you're grateful." 

Jace seemed to stop suddenly, his right hand that held the sharp butcher knife resting on the edge of the kitchen counter. A harsh sigh escaped Jace's mouth, his shoulders dropping in defeat. "I am grateful." He shook his head before continuing, "I just don't like the thought of my little sister going out at night to perform for a crowd mostly full of old men." He stated before he went back to chopping up fish. 

"well, when you put it like that, I understand what you're getting at." Said Thea as she walked forward, leaning on one of the kitchen counters beside her brother. "But it isn't like that. If you actually come down to the family bar, your worries would be put to rest. I promise you, all the audience does is cheer and clap after a performance. So stop the worry flurry and make me some food." She then patted Jace's shoulder before pulling herself off the kitchen counter, earning a quiet chuckle from him before he turned back to the fish. 

Sleeping was always difficult for Thea, even at an early age. It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark, she has walked through the darkest of alleyways and not once has she ever been afraid, but it was rather the silence that came with it as she'd lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find even the littlest of noise that her mind could focus on. It would get extra bad after a night of performing. The amount of whiplash she'd get after a night full of music, and cheers, and laughter, to when it ends is overwhelming to say the least. She wanted it to be loud, but not so loud that it would overwhelm her, but she didn't want it to be quiet to the point where she'd be focusing on her own breathing just so her mind wouldn't wander. 

She'd often result to the little spinning nightlight in her room. When on, it would light up the entire room and it would slowly spin around. On top of it was a picture of her, Jace, and their parents standing on the beach with bright smiles on their face that would cast onto the ceiling, spinning slowly as the device would turn.  It sent out the sound of twinkling stars which would usually send the girl off to sleep in no time. With her head rested on her arms that were behind her head as she laid down on her bed, she stared up to the ceiling, watching the picture of her family spin around slowly with the accompanying sound of twinkling entering her ears. 

She closed her eyes, listening to the twinkling sounds that went around the room. A soft smile rose on her face as her mind wandered off, imagining the sight of multiple stars sparkling in front of her. 

The world around her almost seemed peaceful. Her mind was free from the worry of getting chosen at the upcoming reaping, some girl from the training academy would probably volunteer like Morgenthau's grandson, she thought. She'd no longer have to worry about the possibility of getting chosen, she's already eighteen which is the oldest you can be to get chosen, so all she had to do is pray that she wouldn't get chosen, or even better some girl volunteers and she'd have a peaceful life like her brother. 

Everything will be perfect . . .