#spoiler: it was inspired by peeta getting taken by the capitol

[flowersfortheghost]

OH MY FUCKING GOD RHE IDEA I JUST HAD FOR MY GHOSTFLOWER FAKE DATING AU DJNSKZ

so like its already heavily inspired by hunger games but GOD I CAN ADD TO THAT IN THE BEST AND ANGSTIEST (is that even a word?) WAY POSSIBLE

[witchthewriter]

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

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

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

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

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

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

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:    

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

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・And she drowned in her own sadness 

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

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

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

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

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

・And you were lucky enough to be her assistant. 

・Learning the art of healing wasn’t easy

・But the opportunity was too good to let pass by 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・It was a conscious effort to be curteous 

・And Ms Everdeen pushed you toward Johanna

・Call it a mother’s intuition 

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

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

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

・You even inspired her to go to the therapy appointments 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔  

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

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

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

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

You Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖

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

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Acts of Service and Quality Time. 

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

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

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

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

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

・So it took time - 

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

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

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

・She wasn’t so rough

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

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

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

・Johanna needs people to know that you’re taken

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

・SHE LOVES TO TEASE

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

[sassybibliophileforever]

The Hunger Games short story

So , this is the first thing I have ever written..

This is a short story written from the perspective of President Snow.( WARNING: includes minor spoilers for The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes and major spoilers for The Hunger Games Trilogy!).

Read on :)

President Coriolanus Snow wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, not even noticing or caring about the bright red spots of fresh blood that stained it. He had gotten used to seeing blood on his handkerchief, had grown accustomed to the sores in his mouth- it was a very small price to pay for the power and position he had always desired. He thought Grandma’am would surely have been proud of him today, knowing he had restored glory to the name of Snow. He refused to think about his cousin Tigris – an apple fallen far from the tree- who had disgraced the family’s name. He glanced sideways and caught sight of the girl who had been like an incessant bug he had not been able to get rid of no matter how hard he tried. Katniss, the girl on fire, hand in hand with her ‘lover’ roamed around the hall greeting people as a star of the party should. Snow could sense her unease through the fake smile she kept plastered on her face. He had disliked the girl from the moment she had volunteered to take her sister’s place in The Hunger Games. The girl reminded him of Lucy Gray- another girl from District 12 who had been nothing more than a hindrance in his path- who had made him realise that he should not trust anyone enough to love them. Snow hated Peeta too– the sweet boy who just could not harm anyone- albeit less than Katniss. Snow’s dislike had only grown as the 74Th Hunger Games proceeded. Katniss slowly morphed into a mixture of all the things he hated. She looked like Lucy Gray, came from a District which had left him with nothing but bad memories. She had defied the Capitol and by extension, him, at every point in the Games. Snow knew she had to die the moment she sang that song- the song that reminded him of Lucy Gray. She was a dangerous little girl who had to be kept in check lest she inspire bravery and defiance in the people of the Districts. He had to do something about her – before he lost everything he had.

                                         ****

“Make sure he suffers, make sure he regrets ever fighting for that stupid little girl on fire. Make him a weapon that will break Katniss Everdeen’s heart and body”, said Snow. Ignoring the screams in the background, he straightened the white rose in his front pocket and left the room in which Peeta Mellark was being kept. Just when he thought he had taken care of Katniss and all the arrogant victors, just when he was so close to getting rid of this nuisance -the victory had been snatched away from him. But he had gotten Peeta at least- he will have to do. He would be the weapon that destroyed the Mockingjay. The mockingjays were a species he had loathed right from the moment he had first seen them – in the woods beyond district 12. They were an unnatural species who shouldn’t exist and yet had proved impossible to eliminate- just like Katniss. The 75Th Hunger Games were supposed to be a cleanser- they were supposed to remove the most powerful people in the districts and show them that nobody who defied the Capitol was safe. Things did not go as planned and now he had a rebellion to crush. He would do it though- he would do anything and everything to crush Katniss Everdeen and District 13- he would not spare either this time.

                                         ****

Hands tied behind a cold, metal pole, standing below the balcony of his own mansion, waiting to be shot in the heart was not the way Coriolanus had thought he would die. The situation was so far from anything he could have ever imagined that a cold laugh escaped his mouth. He thought of the things he could have done- things he should have done. He should have been more clever, more observant. He should have killed Katniss and Peeta when he had the chance. He should not have been so blindsided by his hatred for The Mockingjay that he could not see what District Thirteen’s President Alma Coin had been planning. His only regrets were that he could not keep this power that he had acquired by countless lies and betrayals, for a longer time. He was not a simpering fool who spent his last moments regretting what he had done in his life. He looked up and caught Katniss’s gaze, reminding her of their conversation – that he had not killed Katniss’s sister Prim. He started laughing when the arrow Katniss had released from her bow hit Coin in the chest. He laughed as he took joy in the fact that he had managed to take revenge from at least one of his enemies. He was still laughing as the frenzied crowd swarmed around him and crushed his aging body under their feet.