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nebulablakemurphy · 9 months

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 21)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

They try something new, in the form of Prim visiting Peeta with Y/N. Katniss and Haymitch watching from the viewing window. Things are going well…until they’re not. The news of Peeta’s family sends him spiraling. Yelling and cursing Katniss, saying it’s her fault that Snow bombed twelve. That she’s a threat. Telling Prim to kill her.

“Peeta, what you’re saying isn’t real.” Prim says, in a whisper. Withdrawing from the edge of his bed.

“She’s a monster, Prim!” Peeta insists, the angry vein pulsing in his neck.

“Peeta,” Y/N calls his attention back to her. “You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you, I’m here.”

“She’ll kill you too. She’ll kill all of us. She’s a mutt, the Capitol created to destroy us!”

Nothing settles him after that. The doctor has to use a tranquilizer for the first time in days.

Y/N excuses herself to the opposite side of the viewing glass. Catching Katniss’ gaze, holding it as she moves closer. “It’s good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?”

Katniss says nothing, catapulting herself into her mentor’s arms.

“I’m here,” Y/N assures her. “I’ll be here.”

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Haymitch escorts Katniss’ to the Nut in District Two. Y/N hangs back in Thirteen, with the kids and Peeta. Cashmere is sent to stand in for her best friend, which Katniss seems to appreciate, allowing her to weigh in on dialogue for the propo to sway the loyalists.

“Plutarch wrote a speech for you.” Haymitch tells Katniss, as they get into place near the tunnel left for civilians to escape, after the bombs were launched to bury the Nut and all the weapons inside.

The suggestion was Gale’s.

“Killing isn’t personal, Katniss. I figured you of all people would understand that.”

That’s what he told her the night before. Only she doesn’t agree, “killing is always personal.”

Cashmere takes the paper from his hands, reading it thoroughly. “She’s not saying this, they’ll tear her apart.”

“I never said it was a good speech,” Haymitch fires back. “Look, Katniss, you have to remember that you’re talking to everyone. Not just the people in the districts, but the Capitol, survivors from Two. You want them to lay their weapons down, so you might want to experiment with a little sensitivity.”

Katniss nods, though it isn’t her strong suit. “This is Katniss Everdeen, speaking to all the loyalists, from the heart of District Two-”

She is cut short by the train behind her, screeching to a halt.

Boggs wants to get her back, away from the tracks and the people who will soon emerge. But Katniss will hear none of it, especially after shots are fired. Ending up with a bullet in her own gear and unconscious all the way back to Thirteen.

Y/N finds them upon return. “What happened?” She asks Haymitch.

“Bruised ribs, bruised lung.” Haymitch runs a hand over his face. “It’s my fault. Shouldn’t have let her go.”

“Haymitch, you know there’s no way we could’ve stopped her.” Y/N sighs.

“No, but she’s more likely to listen to you than me.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Y/N swallows.

“How are things? How are the kids?”

“They’re good, they missed you though.” I missed you.

“And Peeta?”

“They showed him the propo, he has real memories of Katniss.” The one’s the Capitol couldn’t taint because they didn’t own them. “He wants to see her.”

“You think that’s a good idea?” Haymitch wonders, feeling his wife reach for his hand.

“I know he’s in there. We can’t give up, there has to be a way.”

“No one’s giving up,” Haymitch assures her. “When Katniss is cleared to leave medical, we’ll ask her to see him. Tell her that he wants to see her. I think that’s progress in itself.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nods.

“Come ‘ere.” Haymitch pulls her against his chest, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. “We didn’t come this far, just to come this far.”

Again she nods, fisting the fabric of his uniform in her hands. Somehow he makes it hurt less.

No one could carry this burden alone, instead they learned to shoulder it together. To trade off when the other was weak, they learned to be two halves of a whole. Trying to pull away from that now seems impossible; excruciating at the very least.

Only when she is there, resting safely against his beating heart, Haymitch can breathe again. “I love you, Y/N.” More than you will ever know.

“I love you too.”

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Days pass, Finnick and Annie get married. It’s beautiful, everything they deserve. They’re glowing; so in love.

Daisy squeals her distaste during the ceremony, until Y/N manages to quiet her with milk.

“I hear ya, kid.” Johanna adds, under her breath.

At the reception everyone dances. Not Johanna. She doesn’t understand how these people can prance around while the world is going to shit. Brooding until little hands pull her to the dance floor. Everest and Arista Abernathy always do get the best of her. Just like everyone else, she was begrudgingly wrapped around their fingers from the day they met..

“Let me go.” Johanna finally demands, with a smile.

Cashmere is their next victim, any and all bystanders are fair game.

Katniss narrowly escapes; finding Johanna among the crowd.

“You saw Peeta, didn’t you?” The victor of District Seven asks. “Did you tell him hi for me? We’re old friends, you know. We had adjoining cells in the Capitol, we’re very familiar with each other’s screams.”

“I’m going to kill Snow.” Katniss says; her tone is cool, calculated. Watching Prim take Daisy from Y/N, so she too can join the crowd. She knows that if she dies, to end all of this, it will be worth it. Prim will have her mother and her former mentors to get her through. She would be taken care of. “Nothing good is safe while he’s alive, and I can’t make another speech about it. No more cameras, no more propos, no more games. He needs to see my eyes when I kill him.”

Johanna’s scowl tips up into a grin, “now you’re talking.”

“I need to find a way to the Capitol while everyone is looking the other way.”

“I hear the medics talking, they’re shipping supplies to the front lines from hanger two, around midnight tonight. Medicine, painkillers, I was gonna go steal some for myself, but I guess I could just stay here and cover for you.” Johanna turns to looks at her dead in the eyes. “Anyone can kill anyone, Katniss. Even a president. You just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself.”

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When Katniss disappears that night and crops up later with troops in the Capitol, Haymitch wishes he could say he’s surprised. But Katniss is who she is and he expects nothing less.

Coin can’t bring her back now. Instead she shoots for plan B, deploying the ‘star squad’ to join her. “It’ll be perfectly safe, you’ll be days behind the main troops. This is just to rally continued support and to document our journey to victory, spearheaded by familiar faces. I’d greatly appreciate if one or both of you could be there. Peeta is being deployed soon as well.”

“Peeta?” Y/N stammers, “Peeta can’t be anywhere near Katniss, let alone a war zone. There are too many triggers.”

“Dr. Aurelius has assured me that you’ve made leaps and bounds together, aiding in Peeta’s recovery. I’m sure that he would benefit from having you there.” President Coin gives Y/N a pointed look.

“I need to discuss this with Haymitch, in private.” Y/N insists, before her husband has a chance to wring the other woman’s necklace.

“Of course.” Alma nods, “I hate to spring this on you, but we are pressed for time. I’ll need your answer by tonight.”

Part 22

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incorrect-hunger-games-quotes · 1 year

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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!

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lvstcd · 5 months

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no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 2]

A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese <3 happy birthday bbg

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)

SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she watches as president snow makes the announcement about the quarter quell, causing chaos for all victors in each district.

GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

oc - original character(s)

EDITED BUT THERE COULD STILL MISTAKES THAT I MISSED :0 LINKS FOR OUTFITS AND HAIRSTYLES ARE IN THERE IF YOURE INTERESTED.

lower case intended

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"THE male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district."

rhys freezes, her heart sinking to her stomach as her mother cries out in heartbreak, gripping onto rhys' father, "no! no, this isn't fair. my baby." rhys ignores her parents and stands up, running out of the victors mansion and through victors village, running until she cant anymore, stopping and dropping to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lets out ragged sobs, struggling to breathe properly as she starts to panic, gripping at the grass on the ground to try to surround herself.

an hour or so later, rhys finally calms down and is able to catch her breath. she stands up shakily, walking back home, her cheeks red and tear stained. she hears finnick yelling from inside his home as she walks up her stairs, stepping inside her house. her mother immediately rushes to her and embraces her, brushing her hair. she hugs her mom tightly, too tired to cry anymore. she pulls away, walking away from her mom and climbing up the stairs to go to her room. she crawls on top of her bed and lays in a ball, her tired eyes staring at the wall. she closes her eyes, falling asleep.

she awakes the next morning, climbing out of bed and taking a hot bath. she shuts the water off, sitting there, before slowly sliding under the water, submerging herself. her mother knocks on the door, reminding her that she needs to get ready. rhys sits up, wiping the water off of her face and washing herself before climbing out of the water and drying off.

she throws on a denim jumpsuit with a heart shape cut out on the back, her pale skin showing. she throws her hair in a loose ponytail and slides on her boots, walking out of the house and towards the centre hall with the peace keepers, mags, finnick, and annie behind her. she stands beside annie, looking down at the ground as the announcer smiles and announces the quarter quell with an over enthusiastic voice.

"the female tribute is..." theres a long pause as the announcer grabs a peice of paper, opening it and smiling, "annie cresta." rhys looks up, looking at finnick. she watches his eyes widen and can physically see his heart break as annie lets out a strangled sob.

rhys looks between the both of them, "i volunteer as tribute." she states loud enough for everyone to hear her. she can feel finnick's eyes on her while she looks at annie, nodding at her. annie looks at rhys with wide and surprised eyes. rhys takes her place, standing there, while the announcer grabs a piece of paper for the male tributes.

"and now for the male tributes. the male tribute for the the third quarter quell is.." rhys stares at the ground, her fingers fiddling with the rings that she is wearing.

"finnick odair." rhys doesn't look up, but she can hear annie's sobs from beside her. they turn around and walk into the building, leaving the outside world. they're immediately brought to the train to head to the capitol. rhys sits down at the table, watching the world moving in a fast pace as they speed towards the capitol. suddenly, rhys feels a presence behind her.

"why'd you do it?" she looks up, seeing finnick standing there, "we haven't spoken in years. why did you volunteer for annie?" rhys lets out a breath, looking down at her pant leg, fiddling with it.

"because," she starts, "i see the way you look at her. if she dies, you wouldn't be able to live without her." she looks up at him, standing up, "if i die, you'll be perfectly fine." she walks away, leaving finnick standing speechless as she walks to her room, laying on her bed in a ball, drowning in her thoughts.

the next morning, they arrive to the capitol. rhys walks off of the train, finnick following behind her as he watches her every move, scared to say something. they walk in and are lead to their districts room. mags smiles at rhys, giving her a small kiss on the forehead. rhys smiles, "hi, mags," and hugs mags tightly, staring at the ground as she does so. she sits on the couch, finnick awkwardly sitting a few spots away from her.

"you don't wear your necklace anymore." he points out in a whisper. rhys looks at him and looks down at her chest, nodding. she hasn't worn the necklace in years. finnick had gifted it to her after they both won the games, inside was a picture of them as kids. after finnick had mentored annie and fell in love with her, rhys stopped wearing it. there was no point in wearing something that had no meaning anymore. not after he brushed her to the back burner and stopped thinking of her existence entirely.

they start immediately talking about rhys and finnick making allies out there in the arena. they go through every victor, when zephyr marley and peeta mellark pop up on the screen. rhys gasps, tears in her eyes, "no." finnick looks at her, confused.

"what?" he asks quietly, watching her. "s-she.. she can't be in the quarter quell she just won last year." finnick looks at her confused, "is that zephyr? your cousin that used to visit when we were kids?" rhys stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, nodding.

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"i'm going to miss you so much, zeph." rhys says softly, looking at her little cousin. zephyr smiles sadly, wrapping her arms around rhys, "i'm going to miss you, too." rhys pulls away, wiping a tear, "i got something for you to think of me when you go back to district twelve." rhys smiles, pulling a pin out of her back pocket and pinning it to zephyrs shirt.

"what is it?" zephyr asks, looking up at her. "a mockingjay," rhys smiles at her, "i saw it at the market and immediately thought of you." rhys brushes a strand of zephyrs long black hair out of her face. zephyr hugs rhys tightly again, "i'll see you soon." rhys giggles, "see you soon, zeph."

zephyrs and rhys' mother watch them, smiling, "look at them. our yin and yang."

rhys watches zephyr on the screen, the mockingjay pin pinned into her shirt, a fake smile plastered on her lips.

the next day, rhys and finnick are being styles for the grand entrance for all the victors. rhys is dressed in a blue wrangled dress with her hair in a braided half updo. she stands outside of her buggy, ignoring finnick's presence as he spots zephyr, walking over to her.

"zephyr marley. rhys' little cousin, right?" he smiles at her, flaunting his charm. zephyr glances at him, her face emotionless as she looks at him, "you must be finnick odair. the infamous capitol playboy. how do i pay for the pleasure of your company?" finnick stares at her, his eyebrows furrowing at the distaste on zephyrs tongue.

rhys turns around, seeing zephyr, "zeph!" she yells, jogging towards zephyr and attacking her in a hug, her arms tightly wrapped around zephyrs body. she pulls away, a smile on her lips. zephyr smiles at her, "hi, yang." she smiles brightly, completely ignoring finnick's presence behind him. "you look beautiful." rhys gasps, looking at her dress and hair.

zephyr's wearing a beautiful black dress with her hair in a braided half updo with metal accents. zephyr gasps as she looks at rhys' dress, her eyes widening, "rhys, you look stunning." rhys goes to speak but haymitch comes over, "ah, there's the capitols sweetheart." he smiles at rhys, hugging her softly.

"you two know eachother?" zephyr asks, looking between the two of them. haymitch laughs, "oh yes, miss girl on fire, we do. during your hunger games last year, this girl right here became a sponsor to help you throughout your games. she ultimately saved you and peeta with all the gifts she sent to you." rhys looks at zephyr as zephyrs jaw slightly drops.

"rhys.. that was you? it wasn't haymitch this entire time?" rhys shakes her head no, "no, zeph. it was me. i knew what you were getting into. and i knew that i needed to do my best to help you." zephyr sends her a sad smile, wrapping her arms around rhys tightly,

"thank you." she whispers into rhys' hair, kissing her cheek softly. rhys smiles as zephyr pulls away and sees peeta mellark walking over. "you must be peeta." rhys smiles, holding out her hand for him to shake, "im rhys. rhys marley."

peeta smiles, "zephyr's big cousin right? the youngest victor ever?" rhys nods, shaking his hand, "that's me." all of the sudden, all of the stylists start to urge everyone to their buggies, the grand entrance about to begin. "i'll see you after." rhys whispers, sending a nod to zephyr and peeta before walking over to her buggy, finnick climbing on, offering to lend a hand to rhys to climb on. ignoring him, rhys climbs in.

"why are you acting like this?" finnick asks her softly, a hurt expression on his face, "i am still the finnick you know and grew up with." rhys doesn't look at him, her eyes focused on the buggy infront of them, "you're different. i don't recognize you." she says in a soft voice, ignoring finnick's eyes on her. he lets out a soft scoff, looking away from her as the buggies start to move.

"i don't recognize you either, rhys."

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mxdnights0 · 3 months

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Literally anything with Johanna please !!! I want her to be happy so badly 🥺❤️

Hi! Sorry it took so long, I've been really busy with uni and things. I have a lot of Johanna headcanons, so I'll do those for now!!

Johanna Mason Headcanons

♫↬ She's a lesbian for sure ♫↬ she listens to rock/punkrock/screamo music when she's training/working out/chopping wood ♫↬ she's really good at building things, she even built a treehouse for finnick and annie's kid ♫↬ johanna’s favourite holiday was Xmas. since she lost her family, she doesn’t celebrate it as much. ♫↬ she's terrified to get too close to anyone considering the fact that her entire family was killed. she needs a lot of assurance to know that someone will stay, but she will never admit it. ♫↬ she's a really hard person to read. you don't know what she's thinking a lot of the time. ♫↬ she's extremely protective once she does get close. ♫↬ she wanted a family, but she was always afraid she would pass her trauma onto them so she never tried to find anyone. ♫↬ katniss and johanna roommate era turned into them being best friends and having hour long phonecalls at least once a week ♫↬ she gives me very aromantic vibes, the only person i ship her with is annie cresta post-rebellion ♫↬ she also uses she/they pronouns probably ♫↬ she loves spicy food too

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lady-corrine · 3 months

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*playing taboo, the word is victor*

Annie: okay, what am i?

Finnick: beautiful!

Annie: more serious

Finnick: gorgeous

Annie: something I-

Finnick: the love of my life-

Johanna: can you play the game instead of being a simp for one fucking minute, Finnick?!!

#this is how it usually goes and johanna is sick of it (although she finds them endearing secretly)#odesta #finnick x annie #finnick odair #annie cresta #johanna mason #thg #the hunger games #incorrect quotes

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mydarllinglover · 5 months

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Playing Favourites || One

That dreaded time had come, once again, Reaping Day, for the 69th year in a row.

Cove wasn't worried, she wasn't a career, even if her name managed to be picked, someone would volunteer for her, right? They'd have to.

It wasn't often that District 4 had volunteers, but considering Cove had dropped out the academy, she had high hopes someone was willing to take her spot.

"Where've you been, girl?" Cove's father asked, as she walked through the front door, wringing out her wet hair.

"Decided to take an early morning swim, burn off my nerves." She huffed, making her way towards the bathroom. "Peacemakers are here, by the way."

"Already?" He asked.

"Yeah, Dad, not long now." She sighed

"It won't be the same, it can't." He muttered to himself. "I can't lose her too."

"It won't, there's a 6 in what? 10 thousand?" Cove shrugged, coming up with a random estimate of 12-18 year olds in her district, out of the 100 thousand population. "I'll be fine, I promise. 'Sides, its the last one, then we're free."

She didn't really believe these odds, but she had to keep a front for her father, he had been broken since the incident, that had happened three years ago, where she had lost her brother, and her mother, only a week apart.

She remembered it, well, it wasn't something that was exactly hard to forget, both had happened right in front of her very eyes.

Her brother being brutally massacred, when he had made it so far into his games, all he had to do was beat those four tributes, and he would've been home, but the second he accidently shown vulnerability, he helped that kid, his story was over, just like that, her parents and herself were gathered around the TV as it happened, sobbing and yelling, trying to wake up from the nightmare.

Her mothers pain had turned to anger, she had been petitioning and striking all around the district, for a stop to the games, and on the same day, the following week, her mother was hung, for the whole district to see, as a warning, the games would never end, and rebellions would be diminished.

But it wasn't just her family, that she had lost to the Hunger Games, her friend from school, Finnick Odair, the sensation that he was, had been reaped and won his games, at only fourteen, the youngest ever, he was loved by the Capital, and since winning, and moving to the Victor Village, he had no time for his life from before, no time for her. They had hardly seen each other, his first year, and she couldn't move past the images of him taking those other children's lives' on repeat, in her head.

After her brother, Finnick had taken all measures possible, to avoid the girl, a notable memory, had been a few months after the games, she was working in Shrimps Café, the boy had walked in, and as soon as he layed eyes on her, before either could blink, he was back out the door, she had never seen him in there, since.

She wondered if he felt guilty, since becoming a Mentor, knowing that these people's lives were in his hands, and it was up to him whether they died or became murderers, maybe that's why he had gone out of his way to avoid her, for three whole years, knowing the pain he had caused her and her father, for he had been there too, when her mother was hung, she had spotted him, that day, in the crowd.

Once the seawater had been rinsed out of Cove's hair, she reluctantly got dressed for the Reaping.

She had chosen a pale blue silk dress, that complemented her well, throwing an crocheted off-white sweater over the top.

She did her best to tame her wild blonde curls, but being drenched in saltwater, and bleached from the sun, over the years, hadn't been the best thing for her hair, so she brushed through them with her hands, untangling any knots, letting her hair stay down, to air dry.

She then sprayed her mothers perfume along her body, letting the scent bring back warm memories of the woman, she only ever wore it on special occasions, or reaping day.

Cove sat down on her bed, hugging her stuffed shark to her chest, the one she had since she was a child, as she waited for the time to pass.

The 69th Hunger Games, all those children that have died, for something they had no hand in, it made Cove feel sick at the thought, her brother was one of them, and now, another unlucky twenty three, would be joining him and all the others.

When enough time had passed, Cove placed down her stuffed shark, getting up from her bed, and leaving her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Dad...It's time." She tried to keep her voice steady, as she leaned against the door frame of their living room, he hadn't moved since she first entered the house. "Daddy, it'll be okay."

"I can't lose you, too." He began to sob. It was the same, every year, since her brothers passing.

Cove holding her father together, as if it were him being sent to his death, each year.

"We're going to be late, it's okay, here, Grap was kind enough to sneak me this." She handed her father a small vile, morphling, she was willing to try anything, to keep her father from causing a scene, or even his death, to this day, they still had eyes on them, after what her mother had done to their reputation. "It'll make you feel better, I promise."

Her fathers red rimmed eyes fell on her, and then her outstretched hand.

He sighed as he took it, unstopping it, and downing the lot.

Cove held her fathers hand tightly, as they walked down to the Square, outside the justice building, together, ignoring the onlookers, and the whispers, from the other residents of district 4.

Cove had worked hard, over the years, to make a name for herself, not the girl who's brother died during the games, or the daughter of the hanged and widowed.

She made friends with every tradesperson in district 4, she took on as much jobs as she could, and even doing volunteer work, for others. Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, she sang in the Tavern for the people, she loved singing, and apparently, others liked her voice, too, as she always seemed to have good feedback.

Though, Cove was popular with the community, her father had become a hermit, since the passing, he rarely left the house, he was a shell of the man he once was, no one in their district held any respect for him, especially after what he had let his wife do, and then with how his wife had passed.

Begrudgingly, she kissed her fathers cheek, letting go, and pointing him in the direction of where he should stand, in the crowd, as she lined up behind the other children.

"Name?" One of the registerers asked.

"Cove, Cove Tippet." She answered, holding out her right index finger.

The man took hold of her hand, pricking her finger with the little machine, then placing it down, clocking her into the Panem records, once again.

Once she had been processed, Cove made her way to stand with the other 18 year old girls in her district.

"Feel sorry for everyone else" Tampa Riverbank scoffed, beside Cove. "Only one of us here has to be sacrificed, for us lot to go home safe and never have to worry about this, again."

"Well, may the odds be ever in our favour." Cove put on a posh accent, mocking one of the Capitols many motto's, causing a snicker and scoff's from the girls around her.

"Can you see that one, over in the 16's" Another girl had turned around, to ask the two. "Lil redhead."

They followed where she was nodding at, spotting her.

"That's Annie." Cove replied. "Annie Cresta, I think, she's like two years below us, in school."

"Look at her crying and sobbing." Tampa rolled her eyes. "Like, hello, we all have a chance of dying, or surviving."

"Who's the careers, this year?" Cove asked her.

"Uhm... I'm not actually sure, I haven't heard anything."

"If Tampa's not heard anything, good luck."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She turned on the girl next to her.

"Come on, you know everything that goes on, around here, You're the biggest gossip in the district."

"Shush, here come the victors." The same girl from in front of them, hissed.

All their attention turned to the stage, watching closely as the previous Victors of District 4 walked it

Mags Flanagan was the only female tribute of their district, that was still alive, winning in the 11th games, having the first ever Victory Tour, Adrian Mississippi, he had won a few decades ago, he was a lean balding man, he mostly kept to himself, no one really saw him around the district, Cove could remember her father telling her once, that his games had been before the second quarter-quell and he never truly seemed to come to.

Max Pompano, had been a couple of years after, she'd spoken to him a few times, though he could come off blunt, and a lil strange, he had always been polite. Oscar Shan, who had won a good ten years ago, had been one of Finnick's mentors, along with Mags, she had been grateful to him, for saving her friend, even if their friendship was no more.

Then, Finnick Odair took to the stage.

Hushes and whispers could be heard all over the square, Cove was pretty sure she had seen someone's mother faint, when he gave a wave to the crowd.

The girls around her giggled and nudged each other, but she had tuned them all out, her face was blank, as she strayed away from him, as he took his seat.

"Now, now, settle down." The Mayor of district 4 called.

The whole of the district faded into silence, as he spoke.

Cove was still in her own world, as he continued his annual speech, about the Hunger Games, the dark times and the importance of the morals Panem now had.

"And now, our escort, all the way from the Capital, Remus Tacita."

A brightly dressed, and eccentric Man walked the stage, he was dressed in all shades of blue, and wore a wig, that looked as though it was supposed to be representing waves, Cove guessed this was him trying to support the district.

"Welcome, Welcome, everyone, to the 69th Annual Hunger Games, as always, it is an huge honour to be here, once again, and may the odds be ever in your favour" Not even a whisper was heard, in the silence that followed.

"Very well then, now is the time to pick one very brave young man and woman, to compete, this year, ladies first, of course."

The man trotted to the large bowl, containing the name of every girl between the ages of 12 and 18 in the district.

Remus dipped his hand in, digging around for a certain piece of paper, before pulling it out, and holding it high for everyone to see.

He then walked back towards the mic.

Tampa yanked a hold of Cove's hand, squeezing it tightly, with her eyes scrunched up shut, as they waited.

"... This years female tribute is.... Cove Tippet."

Cove clapped her hands, not hearing what he had said, until she realised she was the only one.

"Why's everyone looking at me, who was picked?" She asked Tampa, who was staring at her in horror.

"Cove, it was you." The girl from in front, hissed at her.

"What, no." She shook her head.

"Cove? Cove Tippet, come on up here."

She had heard him, now, the other girls moved out of the way, for her, as a peacekeeper marched forward, ready to escort her.

"Go, Cove" Tampa shoved her forward, into the path up to the stage.

She struggled to find her footing, as he legs visibly shook.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Remus encouraged her forward.

Cove's face had paled incredibly, some wondered if she was going to throw up, or pass out.

With everyone's eyes on her, and the Camera's pointed in her direction, broadcasting all over Panem.

She walked forward, much like a deer, learning how to walk for the very first time.

Cove stared at the stage, as she got closer, it was the last place her mother had stood, alive. And it was where her brother had also been sentenced to his death.

She wondered what thoughts were going through her fathers mind, right now.

As she stood in front of the stage, frozen, not being able to get any closer, Remus let out a bored sigh, to the people, jogging down the stairs, taking a hold of Cove's arm, as if he was helping her, but she could feel the force of him dragging her onto the stage.

"You know what I have just realised." Remus spoke into the mic, as she stood beside him, looking shell-shocked. "Your brother competed, a few years ago, didn't he?" The man grinned.

Cove's head slowly turned to look at him, her mouth was slightly opened.

"Well, let's hope you have some more luck." He laughed. "Right then, moving on, now, time to pick our male tribute." He left Cove's side to go to the other glass bowl, picking out another name, her ally, or her competition. "Lake Osborne!"

Another 18 year old.

She knew him, and they barely interacted with each other, but when they had, it wasn't always pleasant.

Lake fist bumped the air as he grinned widely, practically skipping onto the stage, the polar opposite of Cove.

The mayor took the spot of Remus, as he said aloud the Treaty or Treason, to the district.

"Your tributes of District 4, Lake Osborne and Cove Tippet, you may shake hands." Remus cheered, as he went back to the mic.

Cove still hadn't moved, her eyes hadn't strayed from her father, in the crowd, until she felt the boy grab her hand, yanking it towards his mouth, as he kissed the back of it.

"Get a hold of yourself." He muttered in disgust, as she blinked at him.

They were then ushered inside the Justice building, one of the fanciest places in the whole of the district, where they would get an hour to say goodbye to their loved ones.

Apart from her father, Cove would be rather surprised if she had any other visitors, and she was only allowed 5 minutes with her only other living parent.

But as time kept ticking on, not a single soul had shown up, not until there was only ten minutes left.

"Manta?" Cove stood up, spotting the owner of shrimps Café, and the tavern, a middle aged woman who she had grown to love a lot. "What are you doing here? Where's my father?"

"Honey." She sighed, taking a seat, urging the girl to, as well. "We tried talking him into coming here, we did, but he couldn't, the poor fella couldn't even speak, it's just too much for him, right now."

"What?" her brows furrowed, as her lip started to pout. "He's not coming? He won't come say goodbye to me?"

"He wants to." Manta brought her into a tight hug, cradling the girl. "I know he does, but he's scared it will be his final goodbye."

"It will." Cove sobbed.

"No! Don't you say that." Manta pulled her off, glaring at her. "You still owe me shows and shifts, don't you dare say that, you're coming back home, even if I gotta drag you back here."

"I-I can't survive this, look at me! I'm not a fighter, or a survivalist."

"Look at what you already have survived, my dear, you are a fighter, and you can survive, you will survive. And whilst you're at it, make amends with that lover of yours, when you're both trapped up in the capital."

"Who? What lover?" Cove shook her head.

"The blond boy, Mr Odair, don't think I don't know about your two's history." The older woman rolled her eyes. "I see everything that goes on around here."

"We're not even friends."

"Well, its universal knowledge about how well he's loved. He's your key to winning, so do whatever you gotta, to win him back over, you got it?"

"Time's up." A peacemaker called through the door.

"You get your ass back here, girl." Manta told her, placing something in her hand, as she was escorted out of the fancy room.

"Look after my father, please, Manta!" Cove called after her. "Please!"

Once the door had closed, again, and she had only 5 minutes left, Cove sat back down with a heavy heart.

She opened her palm, where Manta had placed something in it, inside her hand, was a small seashell, attached to some tight elastic rope, aside it sat a small note.

For when you're missing home, give it a lil listen- Ma

Cove brought the shell to her ear, hearing the sounds of waves, and the wind, the noises that would always remind her of her district.

That must be her token, that every tribute is allowed to bring with them.

She quickly put it on over her head.

And then she was being transported to the awaiting train to the Capitol.

Where her and Lake was made to stand in the doorway, letting the cameras get a good look of their new tributes of District 4.

"Smile." She felt a pinch in her back, as Lake muttered to her, with the side of his mouth.

Cove listened, smiling for the cameras, waving excitedly, as she bid them goodbye.

#finnick x you #finnick imagine #finnick x oc #thg finnick #finnick fanfic #hunger games finnick #finnick x reader #finnick odair smut #finnick odair headcannons #finnick odair #finnick x y/n #annie cresta #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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cabotwife · 3 months

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Play the Game (main characters)

masterlist

side characters

Johanna Mason - District 7

Johanna Mason of District 7, the lumber district, won the 71st Hunger Games. she pretended to be weak and afraid, letting the other players kill each other off before she entered and finished the games.

- Finnick Odair's best friend

- Clarisse La Rue's mentor

- was reaped at 16, is 17/18 now

- possible love interest for Y/n Odair

Finnick Odair - District 4

Finnick Odair of District 4, the fishing district, won the 65th Hunger Games. he was extremely loved by the watchers of this game, so he got a plentiful number of sponsors. he used his skills with the trident to win his games.

- Johanna Mason's best friend

- y/n Odair and Percy Jackson's older brother

- semi-mentor of y/n Odair

- boyfriend of Annie Cresta

- was reaped at 14, is 21 now

Percy Jackson - District 4

Percy Jackson of District 4, the fishing district. Percy got taken in by Finnick and y/n Odair's mother when he was 6 after his mother had fallen to a peacekeeper.

- best fisher in District 4. he has a way with the fish

- younger brother of y/n and Finnick Odair

- he's 14

Y/n Odair - District 4

Y/n Odair of District 4, the fishing district, is the female tribute for her district in the 72nd Hunger Games.

- older sister of Percy Jackson

- younger sister of Finnick Odair

- mentoree to Mags Flanagan

- she's 16

Clarisse La Rue - District 7

Clarisse La Rue of District 7, the lumber district, is the female tribute for her district for in the 73rd Hunger games.

- mentoree of Johanna Mason

- volunteers for the games, which shocked everyone

- she's 16

- possible love interest for Y/n Odair

Luke Castellan - District 2

Luke Castellan of District 2, the weaponry district, was the male career tribute for his district in the 69th games. he won his games by being upfrontedly violent and smart, killing other careers first before going for the other tributes.

- best swordsman in his district

- won his games in record time, to the dismay of the capitol

- won his games at 16, is 19 now

Annabeth Chase - District 2

Annabeth Chase of District 2, the weaponry district, is the adoptive younger sister of Luke Castellan. she is currently beging trained in The Academy.

- she's 14

Grover Underwood - District 10

Grover Underwood of District 10, the livestock district. a child of nature, one with the creatures of Panem.

- he's 15

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moonslesbology · 1 year

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no because finnick saying that annie grew on him when katniss asked if he always loved her basically tells me “no it wasn’t her who grew on me, I grew on her”

this is me adoring the idea of finnick basically having a small crush on annie when he’s little and her being annoyed at him until after her games when the only person who can get her out of an episode is finnick

it wasn’t annie who grew on finnick, finnick grew on annie and helped her grow

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danisbrainrot · 2 months

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katniss everdeen x reader not going to say this is an au where finnick lives because he survived the mutts? he and annie are raising their son in district 4? suzanne collins confirmed this herself?

it had been almost five years since the war, so, to celebrate, everyone had gathered at katniss' house. you were reflecting on life before and during the rebellion—what had started as traumatic memories, ended in laughter and silly stories as everyone proceeded to get drunker.

finnick was telling a story about how he and annie's first kiss was incredibly awkward—garnering laughter from johanna, peeta and haymitch. katniss however rolled her eyes, taking a large sip from her glass. "wait until you hear how our first kiss," she chuckles, grabbing a hold of your hand and winking at you.

you raise an eyebrow in confusion, "i'm interested to hear about this as well," you reply, katniss sits up straighter, mimicking your expression. "because how i remember it, you kissed me in the meadow while the mockingjays sang above us. it was very romantic," peeta glances between you and katniss, trying to work out when that happened.

katniss snorts, "that was our second kiss. our first was when you got drunk and cornered me in some alley and confessed your feelings," the room goes silent except for johanna's quiet laughter; you stare at katniss indignantly.

"that sounds exactly like something you'd do," johanna teases. you put your hand up, signalling for her to be quiet.

shaking your head in disbelief, you let go of katniss' hand. "that didn't happen," you scoff, before turning to face your friend, "and that isn't something i'd do, because i didn't do it," johanna rolls her eyes and mouths 'sure' before sipping from her glass again.

katniss shakes her head, "of course, you don't remember that, you were drunk," she states plainly—almost suspiciously too plain for katniss.

the conversation went back and forth for some time before peeta finally piped up. "katniss is right, it was behind the bakery. i saw it all," he confirms.

your eyes narrowed at the blonde, "you were holding that piece of information for quite some time," you reply suspiciously.

"he's not lying, he's the worst liar in the world," katniss jokes, receiving chuckles from haymitch and finnick—both men knowing just how good of a liar peeta was.

in the end, after some debate, you concede and agree with katniss' story, assuming that was the true events of your first kiss—even if you don't remember it.

once everyone had left later that night, you went to bed early while katniss cleaned up after the gathering. it's dark when she creeps through your room; she pulls your waist closer to her before snuggling into your side and burying her head into the crook of your neck.

you sigh contentedly, embracing the warmth she brought. "they're all gone now, you don't have to pretend that's how our first kiss happened anymore," you mutter.

"i swear that's how it happened," she mumbles against your neck, kissing down it softly. you're still not convinced, wondering how you both remembered two entirely different first kisses. you refused to believe you'd ever been that drunk.

"finnick put you up to it, didn't he? to try and get back at me for teaching his son to swear?" you ask, turning to face katniss and staring deeply into her beautiful blue eyes.

she shakes her head softly, chuckling lightly, "no, he didn't," she promises. you sigh, snuggling into katniss' chest. eventually her heartbeat and warm arms lull you into a deep sleep.

it isn't until the morning when johanna comes in laughing hysterically and hands katniss some money do you find out that everyone was in on it. it was a prank to see how stubborn you were—how long you'd be adamant that you were right. finnick had come up with it, to get back at you for teaching his son those words; katniss had lied to your face about it last night.

you'd put up a good fight, but not long enough for anyone but katniss to win. she knew you so well that she got the exact time you'd give up fighting her and let her win. you didn't know if it meant she was romantic or you were predictable—you'd like to think the first one.

you no longer felt bad about teaching finnick's son swear words—in fact, you were already coming up with a few more colourful phrases to teach him.

#katniss x reader #katniss everdeen #annie cresta #finnick odair #peeta mellark #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #thg #thg series #fluff #fanfic #blurb #wlw #dani's fics <3

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