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Between Tridents and Knives-Finnick Odair

Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: As training starts they bicker over who they want as ally’s and earning Katniss and Peetas trust.

WC: 2,944

C/W: Mentions of Snow selling their bodies and implied smut.

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Fawn sat at the table eating breakfast, accompanied by Librae, Nava, and Finnick. She slowly took bites of the District Four bread that sat in a basket on the table.

They tasted of home to her, to look over and see Finnicks green eyes.

It made her imagine sitting in Finnicks kitchen, well now theirs. Fawn had her own house in the victors village but they had both lived in Finnicks. He had lived there for a few years prior. The house was lived in and had more personality than Fawns.

Sitting in the light blue painted kitchen with big windows looking over the beach and ocean next to their house. The sound of the water crashing into the rocks and sand. The salty water air floats through the house from the open windows.

The taste of the bread Finnick had made in the morning.

But that was far from the truth. They sat in the apartment floors only used once a year to hold two teenagers for a few weeks before they got slaughtered.

"Should we take any guidance going in today?" Finnick broke the silence looking over at the other male victor from 4 acting as the mentor.

"Figure out your guy's pick for allies. I believe Haymitch Abernathy wanted to speak with you two?" Librae wouldn't look at them. Fawna and Finnick weren't close with him but it was still a reminder of home for them.

"Great advice," Fawn rolled her eyes as she finished off her piece of bread.

"Do you two really need my help with combat training and advice?" Librae picked up his head and looked at her. She had a scowl on her face, her golden brown bangs hanging in her face.

"No we don't, right Fawn?" Finnick looked over at his lover.

"We don't, but ally suggestions would help." Fawn hummed looking over at Finnick.

"Here, let's get ready for training." Finick took a swig of his water glass standing up, taking Fawns hand and leading her back to the bedroom.

On the bed the training uniforms sat folded with the black shoes resting on top for them.

Fawn picked hers up holding the black tank top with the silver straps then the black capri pants with the metallic at the bottom.

"Could be worse," Fawn sighed, changing from her sleep wear. Finnick watched but stepped over touching Fawns bare waist as she clipped the black bra on that the tank covered.

"Maybe we have time for something quick?" Finnick whispered in her ear pressing his body against hers.

"No, not right now." Fawn sighed, stepping away from his grip to finish sliding on her capri pants. The both had an odd relationship when it came to intimacy and sometimes physical touch.

After Snow began selling Fawns body after she won and the victory tour things became harder.

She would pretty much have no choice but to just shut up and have sex with the men and women who paid Snow.

She would try to avoid Finnicks touches sometimes when she couldn't handle the touches.

It would send her back to some dimmed over the top capitol house bedroom. A soft yellow glow on her body as she faked her orgasms and pretended she gave two shits about the people.

So when Finnick and Fawn had their occasional scheduled sexual intimacy night it wasn't the same. Fawn began ignoring the feelings attached to it. Kind of just leaving it to part of the going through the motions part of her day.

It took Finnick about a month to notice that Fawn was just stiff. The way she would lay back on the bed, her eyes clamped shut. She didn't even moan as Finnick thrusted his pelvis in and out.

That's when her tears began, she couldn't feel anything but sad and humiliated. Finnick stopped immediately pulling out of her. He laid next to her and began hushing her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I'm sorry," Fawn sobbed, not even opening her eyes and just rubbing away the tears. She cuddled into his bare chest as he held her.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Fawn." Finnicks voice was quiet as he held her small, muscular body. She was shaking as she curled in on herself, relaxing more into him as her tears tired her out, "I'm here love."

Fawn stayed quiet, her eyes shut as she fell asleep, her head on Finnick's chest. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling, her eyelashes delicately resting on her cheeks, her soft pink lips pulled into a straight line.

Fawn stood in the elevator heading down to the training center. They weren't completely sure why but maybe it was about the unspoken elephant in the room.

The rebellion.

There had been uprisings in four ever since the victory tour for Katniss and Peeta.

The door opened to the elevator and Haymitch stood against the wall facing the elevator looking at the pair.

He motioned for them to follow him, Finnick took Fawns hand and they followed him down a long hallway. Going somewhere secluded, something needed to be said to the two. They rounded a corner and into a dark room, Haymitch shut the door and stood in front of it.

"So why're we here? Are we just going to be killed now?" Fawn copped an attitude losing a bit of patience.

"No, we actually need you two alive." Haymitch stood close his voice barely a whisper, "District 13 is still a place. Plutarch is behind it all. We've had a plan working for years and this quell was set up to get the victors out of the arena and take you to 13. But we need Katniss, she's what sparked the rebellion, she's the symbol of hope." Haymitch explained, "We need to keep her alive but I also made a deal with her that I'd keep Peeta alive. So now the mentors are setting up an alliance. You two, Wiress and Beetee, and Johanna and Blight. Others know of it but you guys are the main key to it. To keep Katniss from turning on you guys you need to protect Peeta."

"This sounds like a terrible plan." Fawn began.

"Fawn, just listen, this is plausible." Finnick squeezed her hand.

After they made their deal with Haymitch they walked into the training center. Not even all the tributes were here. The morphlings sat at the painting station painting pink swirls on each other's faces, Beetee and Wiress were trying to start a fire, Katniss and Peeta at the knot tying station, and Johanna was on a training platform working with an axe. Fawn swallowed hard. Was she really going to let Finnick die for Katniss? She knew she had to protect Finnick coming into this game, she didn't trust Katniss there was just something about her.

"Where do we wanna start," Finnick asked, putting his arm around the small of her back.

"I'm going to freshen up on my knife skills." Fawn stepped away from Finnick and walked over to the table of throwing knives. She picked one up tossing it around in her hand. She walked over to the small screen selecting hologram targets. She stood on the sensor grabbing a handful of knives in her left hand.

The first orange hologram ran towards her and Fawn sent a knife barreling into the chest. The next one appeared moving behind other hologram targets, Fawn watched for a moment before picking the right time and sent a knife into the head of the hologram.

She threw a few more before two holograms came running. Fawn watched as they intersected and sent one knife going through both of them.

She sighed, setting the rest of the knives on the table and walking over to where Finnick was at the knot tying station.

"Wanting to show off already, hun?" Finnick didn't miss a beat as he tied a few knots that could create a net.

"I said I'm just freshening up on my skills." Fawn rolled her eyes.

"Let me show you the best knot to know in the arena." Finnick smirked, grabbing another rope off the wall. Fawn didn't work with ropes much at home really that was more Finnicks job.

Fawn crossed her arms watching him as he began tying a noose.

"For once don't look at me, look at the knot." Finnick chuckled, wrapping the rope around itself.

"Fin," Fawn went to grab his wrist but he slipped it around his neck and tightened it.

"You know, then just." He pretended to hang himself.

"Wow, you're so funny I'm laughing so hard." Fawn stood there with a straight face shifting her weight.

"Do you wanna take me for a walk?" Finnick held the rope out to Fawn. She smirked and grabbed it as she began prancing around the training area. A shit eating grin ran across her face as the other victors looked at her as she dragged around Finnick. He also had a smile across his face. Cashmere and Gloss stood in a corner by the spears glaring at them.

"Can I pet your dog?" Johanna walked over to the two of them as Fawn walked in front of where all the game makers watched them.

"He bites," Fawn giggled.

"Only bites you," Finnick took the noose off his neck and leaned into Fawn.

"Shut up," Fawn shoved Finnick.

Later on Fawn sat with Wiress and Beetee as they talked about the force field in front of the game makers.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year," Fawn looked at the two. But everyone came over to watch Katniss shoot as she was in one of the interactive areas.

"Damn," Johanna walked over to where Finnick and Fawn stood.

"Didn't know she was that good," Fawn breathed out.

"She did manage to pull an 11 last year for a training score," Finnick looked down at her. As she finished, Wiress began clapping and Katniss turned to see everyone watching her.

"So, Fawn and Finnick, who do you guys want as allies?"Lysis asked. Of course Nava, Atala, and Lysis were oblivious to what was really going on.

"Beetee, Wiress, and Johanna." Fawn didn't miss a beat as she took another bite of the rice and gravy that they served for dinner.

"What about Katniss and Peeta?" Nava asked.

"I want them but Fawn isn't sure yet," Finnick smiled at the two stylists. Fawn sometimes got impatient with them and their pure ignorance and almost capitol stupidity. But she also valued them as people too her were just looking out for her best self interest.

"I think it would be wonderful, the capital's star crossed couples allied together." Atala smiled, taking some fruit from a plate in the center of the table.

"Yeah something like that," Fawn huffed. Finnick gently squeezed her thigh, in the end once the gong would go off to start the games. It didn't matter because they were going to protect Katniss and Peeta and get out of the damned arena and this damned country.

The second day of training they'd decided would be for talking with others to build a foundation for their plan.

Finnick put an arm around Fawns waist as they rode down the elevator to go to the training center. The doors opened and they stepped out walking down the hall to the training center.

"Let's play nice today," Finnick smirked looking down at Fawn as they came in the doors to the training center.

"Shut up," she shoved him gently around everyone that was there yesterday.

"Why don't you go talk to Katniss?" Finnick smirked looking at Fawn.

"Why? Can't you go talk to her and I'll talk to Peeta?" Fawn crossed her arms tilting her head slightly looking at him. She wasn't really good at girl talk. She tried her best, being surrounded by capitol people made it easier for her.

"Because you can do girl talk, I can't." Finnick turned on his heels and walked over to Peeta at the painting station leaving Fawn standing alone in the middle of the training area.

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly walked over to where Katniss was shooting targets with her bow. To Fawn she hadn't yet realized if she couldn't get Katniss to trust her before the games she could turn around and kill Fawn and Finnick.

"Girl on fire," Fawn came up behind her, Fawns voice riddled with enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Odair," Katniss set her bow down and turned looking at Fawn. The nickname Katniss just used, of course to taunt her. Made butterflies flap through Fawns stomach, they wanted to marry so badly. They were getting around to finally getting engaged and doing it in District Four. Then the Quarter Quell was announced, Fawn was hoping if they made it to District 13 they could marry there.

"Can I offer you some tips with a knife? Knowing your way around one can do you some good? Maybe you can show me how to set a snare, I saw the ones you set in the last games." Fawn crossed her arms looking up at the taller girl.

"Sure," Katniss grabbed a few knives from the wrack of weapons. Fawn grabbed a few and Katniss stepped out of the way. Fawn positioned herself in the middle, as she decided to use the targets like they were others coming at her. She threw about five knives before stepping away. Katniss knew how successful Clove had been with throwing knives last year, now this was Fawns speciality.

"Here it's your turn," Fawn stepped away and let Katniss step up, "Square your shoulders to your target, there's a few ways you can hold your knife, the way I hold it is like this." Fawn stood next to Katniss and grabbed a knife grabbing it by the handle and like you would a hammer. She then sent it flying into a target's chest.

"Why don't you give it a shot?" Fawn tried to offer a smile to Katniss but it faltered. Katniss stood like how Fawn did and gripped the knife and threw it, sending it into a target's leg.

"Well that's a good start you'd at least injure them?" Fawn shrugged as she continued helping Katniss. After about half an hour Katniss was showing her how to set snares.

"Fawn come here," Finnick waved Fawn over as she practiced starting a fire with two sticks. Fawn rolled her eyes, she got up and walked over to Finnick. He grabbed a trident off a wrack and handed another to Fawn.

"I know my way around one of these," Fawn looked at the glorified spear. She had worked with these at home spearing fish and Finnick had shown her some things with one.

"Oh do you now?" Finnick smirked, moving impossibly closer to her, his breath running over her cheek and he winked kissing her cheek, "Fine then show me."

"Fuck you Finnick." Fawn rolled her eyes as he got off the small platform in the training area. Fawn readied herself with one and stabbed into the air spinning herself around; she couldn't imagine how silly she may be looked stabbing things that aren't there.

"So you know your way down but your form was wrong honey." Finnick got up onto the platform.

"I'll kill you right here," Fawn chuckled dryly as she set the trident back on the rack, "I can use one if I need Finnick, I'm not an expert like you."

Fawn walked over back to the fire starting area where Beetee and Wiress sat trying to start a fire.

"Hello my dear," Beetee smiled at her. Beetee was always more than happy to talk with Fawn at victor events. He was somewhat a father figure t0 her, she was a younger victor and he took it upon himself to be there for her.

"Hey," Fawn sat down by them, Wiress ran a gentle hand over her honey brown hair, "Yeah I needed a bit of a length change." Last victor event Fawn had longer hair that she would wear in low space buns usually.

"I like it," Wiress nodded.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled, "Here Beetee if you move your hands down more and faster you should have more luck starting a fire."

"A little brute forth," Wiress smiled.

"Is always helpful," Beetee chuckled, "Thank you darling."

"By the corner of the table." Wiress looked up at where the game makers sat. Fawn had learned how Wiress functioned, after her games she had gone a little mentally unstable. But she was so smart and always found a way to get her point across.

"Plutarch?" Fawn looked over at the two. Beetee lifted his glasses up looking at what Wiress was saying.

"No next to him," Wiress pointed.

"Force field," Beetee smirked. It stunned Fawn how smart they were. How smart most people from district three were. She remembers how shocked she was last year when the boy from district three was able to wire the tribute platforms back into bombs.

"How can you tell?" Fawn furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's shimmering on the top left hand side." Beetee gently moved Fawns head to where she could better see it.

"Do you see it now?" Fawn nodded looking at it.

"It's like glass." She observed.

"A barrier between us and them." Wiress hummed.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year during her training." Fawn bit her lip re telling the story she had heard multiple times.

"It's electro magnetic." Beetee said, setting his glasses back on after staring it down, "There's always a flaw in the system."

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