Katniss And Peeta - Tumblr Posts
“I hate the way The Hunger Games ended with Katniss forced into a typical domestic life … she shouldn’t have ended up with Peeta … it would have been more feminist if she didn’t end up with anybody”
like okay President Snow I didn’t know you were active on social media
Pt 2 of peeta and katniss at high school
Prim: are you sure you don't like peeta
Katniss: (goes red) I'm sure
Later that day (from peetas perspective as he and Gail are friends)
Gail: can you belive it i-
Katniss: Gail
Gail: what is it katniss I was talking
Katniss: I want to brake up
Gail: no no no no
(They start shouting)
Gail: how could you say this katniss I love you how can you be so selfish
Gail: no I won't brake up with you
Katniss: It isn't about you Gail
Katniss: I can't do this any more I can't pretend I love you
Gail: glimmer was right I deserve better
Katniss: glimmer what has that snake got to do with this
Gail: there you go making it all about you again
(Glimmer approaches Gail)
Glimmer: how dare you call me that
Gail: see what you've done now
(Gail slaps katniss)
Gail: didn't your hag of a mother ever teach you any manners
(Katniss gets angry)
Katniss: how dare you
Me: that's it Gail you need to leave
(Mage comes to see katniss and witnesses Gail hitting her)
Mage: how could you do this gail
Katniss: (steps forward)it one thing to insult me but to insult my family is another
For one minute I think she will full on strangle him
Mage: KATNISS calm down
We all turn to face her
Glimmer takes the opportunity to leap on katniss
Katniss turns around just in time to punch her straight in the nose
Glimmer: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Gail she hit me
She wails as she falls to the ground
Katniss glares at her then kicks her
Gail turns to katniss
Gail: how dare you lay hands on my gf
We all look shocked
Katniss: your gf
Katniss: I was your gf like 5 minutes ago
Gail: are you saying I cheated on you
Gail punches katniss
Me: yes that exactly what she's saying
Gail punches her again on the temple any normal person would have gone down but not katniss
She removed her backpack and jumper to reveal a plain green t-shirt
Katniss: if your so strong fight me
Mage: please can everyone calm down
Gail: fine
As soon as the word left his mouth she kicked him round the temple and he crumpled under the impact
Katniss:(laughs softly)
I have never loved her so much before this moment
Katniss: that felt good
She simply picked up her things and walked away leaving me and mage to stare at the space she was standing in with our jaw on the floor
P2 of katniss and peeta at high school katnisses point of view
Peeta in front of mirror
Katniss out of breathfrom running: peeta!
Peeta: hi katniss um I was just wondering if um you would come on a dat-
Peetas mum: hurry up peeta or you'll be late to school
Peeta: coming
At school
Me: peeta!
Peeta: yes oh hi katniss
Me: will you go on a date with me with me
Peeta: wot
Me:you heard me will you go on a date with you with me
Peeta: (stairs)
Me: so?
OMG he looks so cute
Peeta: ye-
Gail: what no you can't ask him I'm your boyfriend remember
Wtf
Prim appears: um last time you two talked she better yo ass after she told you she broke up with you for cheating
Gail: yes but it was just a joke wasn't it babe
Oh yeah like cheating on me, arrogant ass
Me: no it wasn't
Gail looks hurt, good
Prim: that's what you get for cheating
Peeta: go away you piece of shit
How long have the whole school been watching us
Gail storms of
Peeta: as I was saying, yes I would love to go on a date with you katniss
School: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
So much for privacy
Pt 3
The date
Me: prim!
Prim: yea
Me: what do I wear
Prim: where are you going
Me: on a date
Prim: WHAT
Prim: with who
Me: peeta
I blush
Prim: since when
Me: since yesterday
Prim: where are you going
Me: a walk
Prim: where
Me: through the woods
Prim: where your hunting stuff
On the date
From peetas perspective
There she is
Looking as sexy as ever
Katniss: hi
Me: hi
What do you do know
Katniss grabs my hand
Katniss: I want to show you something
We walk for absolutely fucking ages
We stumbled through the last of the trees
When you read multiple fanfics of the same couple. It feels like they’re soulmates who find each other in every universe, no matter the circumstances.
This is an awesome take. The district that never quite played the capital's games by the rules, and seeing the whole progression of changes their actions caused due to the capital deing unable to predict what they'd do.
Lucy gray brought the entertainment elements to win people over.
Haymitch brought the rebellion by using their own weapons (the forcefield and whatever else we find out from his story) against them.
Katniss and Petta combined both of these elements and that is what finally brought it all down.
It makes sense to chose the previous district 12 victors when their stories add more context to why Katniss and Petta's games were so revolutionary.
I’m actually compelled by this prequel announcement because it makes a lot of sense to me to finish the stories of all four District 12 victors.
People of tumblr
I'm trying to find a art piece with peeta and Katniss and primrose flowers which has two parts help me find the wonderful art and artists
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Katniss post-Mockingjay grips onto anything living with both hands. She cultivates a garden sprawled across several of the Victors' Village yards so that she and her loved ones never have to go hungry again full of herbs, greens, vegetables, and all sorts of flowers for Peeta.
(Not roses. Never roses. The primroses are the only roses allowed. She spots some, once, and uproots them to give to some transplant from another district. Even these plants she cannot kill.)
In the sterile, sparse courtyard of the Village, she plants an orchard of fruit and nut trees. Peeta jokes that it is her second forest. She responds by shooting a rabbit for dinner from their bedroom window.
(Hunting is different. It is a necessary kind of killing in the aftermath of a war that leaves resources sparse during rebuilding. Katniss is a good hunter. She knows that if she is responsible, there will be enough game to continue on through the years. She tries not to think about how the Capitol treated the districts the same way.)
She gets two chickens. Then, a few more. Soon, a tiny army follows her whenever she enters the yard. They love Peeta especially, thanks to the baking scraps he slips them when he thinks Katniss isn't looking. Haymitch guffaws from his porch, watching Katniss with her parade of teeny chicks peeping after her.
(He shuts up a little after she gives him his first few geese.)
Gradually, some goats, a cow or two, and a handful of sheep join the menagerie. Peeta comes home with a fragile little puppy he finds going through the bakery's garbage for scraps that Katniss refuses to love until she's sure he will live, nursing the puppy to health all the same. Turns out, he's excellent at herding and protecting the animals, and that ugly little mutt becomes the most fierce protector of his pack.
(The goats are the hardest of all to agree to adopt. Every time she looks at them, she sees Prim's goat with its blue ribbon. The first bite of goat cheese makes her choke.)
And then, when one day, she looks around her, and she finds a thriving, noisy, life-giving patch of Eden where the Capitol's perfectly manicured, ornamental, plastic hell once stood, and she breathes in the clean mountain air and digs her hands into rich, good earth, she thinks about Peeta. She thinks about how he makes bread like the loaves he threw her, but now the dried fruits and nuts come from trees and plants she grows. She thinks about how they got tipsy on dandelion wine on their most recent anniversary, and neither of them thought about mutts, or Snow, or Prim that day. She thinks about every good thing she's ever seen and how she sees more and more every year, and she thinks about how maybe, maybe now it's safe enough to bring another kind of new life into the world.
(And maybe she names her first baby girl Eden. Maybe with that baby, the world starts anew.)
@allabop heres the first one!!!
hey guys, I think it’s about time we make a Finnicklives! AU PMJ support group.
Writers, I’m begging.
I need annoying older brother Finnick, who always somehow has the best relationship advice when you need it (and we all know Katniss will eventually need it). Just imagine the phone calls. Honestly, Finnick would be Everlark’s unofficial couples therapist, and he’d be great at it.
Anyways, if anyone knows of any good Finnicklives! PMJ fics or would like to write one, please send me the recs/ links! I would love to read them! (And I can also make a master list if anyone would be interested) :)
THIS
suzanne collins fucking produced a masterpiece. i'm reading hunger games for the millionth time and EVERY TIME i fall more in love with it.
i'm kicking my feet over the fact that katniss already had a little crush on peeta before the hunger games started and she didn't even realise it. like — during the parade, she holds onto him because he's so strong and solid as rock and then he smiles at her and tells her fire suits her and she has to stop herself from getting butterflies!!!!! i fucking love them. katniss is one of the best written characters EVER and i am FOREVER a simp for peeta mellark.
i could talk about hunger games for HOURS. favourite "he fell first but she fell harder" trope. gale can choke
have a good day everyone:)
I most certainly WILL write a mile long text once I finish reading The Hunger Games about its bazillion critics on capitalism, race, and so on and there's nothing anyone can say or do to convince me otherwise
Gale and Revolutionary Hate
Okay, it's been a while since I last spoke about THG but I'll give it a try because I've been thinking a lot about this matter.
It's been a while since I saw someone on TikTok defending Gale because, if I remember correctly, he was somewhat of a true revolutionary. The person meant that Gale not only believed in the Revolution but also thought violence was justified for it and although I don't disagree with it - I do think violence is justified in the face of oppression - I think this person forgot a crucial part of what is needed in a Revolution: organizing.
When Marx first brought up the idea of hatred as fuel for the Revolution, what he meant wasn't scorching and annihilating the enemies but using the hatred (born out of indignation for our oppression) as motivation to organize. Organization means being able to get together, form a community, and with that be capable of resisting capitalistic oppression.
And that's exactly what is lacking in Gale.
Don't get me wrong, there is a tremendous anti-violence message in Hunger Games - although I attribute it more to the trauma Katniss goes through because of it (which is warranted) than any ideological point Collins could be trying to make. And that message is definitely not one to pass when the motives of the Revolution are fair but anyhow, the point is: message or no message, I still believe Gale isn't a good example of a revolutionary.
That's because Gale, although filled with an appropriate amount of hatred to fuel a Revolution, lacks another essential aspect of a revolutionary, one Che Guevara puts quite well: "The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality."
That's because love is the thing that should be at the core of your hatred. Otherwise, we fall into a trap: in our hatred and need to destroy our enemies, we forget why we're fighting in the first place - the people who are oppressed by this enemy.
So the fact that Gale is willing to go so far as to explode the people out of the mountain on District 2, that he'd bomb the Capital with no care for the people who are there on the side of the revolution but unable to get to the other side of the fight, is what makes him a bad revolutionary.
Because his hatred isn't filled with the notion of community, he sees anyone who doesn't rebel loudly and proudly as an enemy, which simply isn't true. Not everyone will help the Revolution by making a fuss, or by fighting, not everyone can do that. Gale's unwillingness to understand so shows that his hatred isn't founded in any idea of community between the oppressed or love for the people he's a part of but actually is founded in personal offense of the Capital against him and the people he cares about.
Although that's a valid sentiment if your motivations are wrong, so will your actions.
And that's why I think Prim (in the films) and Peeta are the closest thing to a good revolutionary we've got there:
Prim understands there's a reason for violence, which she doesn't partake in not because she thinks it is wrong but simply because it's not her. More than that, Prim's capacity to empathize isn't blurred by her need to survive like Katniss's (understandably so, of course) so she is able to see the people who become collateral damage with kindness and openness that lack in Gale, for example.
Peeta is the same: he understands the necessity of violence but he won't partake in it unless it's the only way (which reminds me of Fidel Castro's quote: "Revolutionaries didn't choose armed struggle as the best path, it's the path the oppressors imposed on the people. And so the people only have two choices: to suffer or to fight"). Peeta chooses to be kind but his violence stems from the hatred this very kindness creates.
So no, I don't think Gale is a good revolutionary regardless of how The Hunger Games was written.
I really like how this is structured by the way lol (:
Look i get when people say:
"ugh i hate when people talk about TEAM GALE OR TEAM PEETA, because that wasn't the point of the hunger games."
But you can enjoy the love story of Katniss and Peeta, while also comprehending the deeper meaning of it all.
Silly teenage-girl-ness does NOT mean shallowness.
New Fic
So recently started a fic on Wattpad called " The Capitals Angel" .
Its based on an OC named Verity and basically tells her story and how she does in the games and continues to after Mockjay part 1 and 2. Her love interest in Finnick Odair, there's more info on that in the actual fic/book.
My Wattpad is Cristinaawritess
So basically I was just seeing if anyone was interested or wanted me to also post it on here.
Finnick Odair x reader
And I fell to the ground… I couldn't discerned the environment around me as my eyes could barely stay open due to the sun's rays.
Not far from where I lay helpless, there was the body of the tribute from the second district, without his head.
The fight had been to the death and that feeling of numbness, caused by I don't know what, hadn't helped me at all. I don't even know how I managed to raise my sword, since I was on my knees in front of him partially unable to breathe, and manage to complete a blow that managed to decapitate him.
Before entering the arena I would never have considered myself capable of carrying out such an atrocious action, but once you’re inside you can't wait to leave, but in my case dying was not allowed: my family is waiting for me at home, the last wish of a little girl from the seventh district was “Please, live your life for me too”, and lastly I promised someone that I would come back for him.
15 days ago
“Don't you dare leave me alone, there, without you. I'm begging you, darling. I can't live without you anymore.” My hand caresses his cheek; he is sitting in a chair with his arms around my waist.
“Finnick, you were a wonderful experience…”
“You were everything, you are everything.” His hands caress my back; I approach his lips and kiss them.
“I'll do anything for you, Y/n. My sweet girl, my sweet Y/n…”
“But please, not that… I don't want you to do that kind of things, Finn. Please, I wouldn’t forgive myself if you give yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you, neither your body. You’re gold… they don't deserve you.”
“And I don't deserve you, my love. I don't deserve you..."
“Don’t say shit… instead take me, Finn. Take me in your arms until the sun rises…”
“I was wanting for it for all this time, Y/n…”
We moved to the bed where we remained until the next day, the day we would have to separate without the certainty of being able to see each other again.
He was lying on his back and I was with my head on his chest.
“I think I love, Y/n.” I didn't react to those words; I didn't move an inch. I couldn't say I loved him because tomorrow I won't wake up knowing that he will be by my side but knowing that tomorrow will be either a goodbye or a see you later...
“Finnick…” I whisper softly and with a trembling voice.
“It's okay, honey. I said I think I love you… I'm not sure, yet.” His little laugh penetrated my heart… «I do love you» this was all I wanted to tell him but I wasn't brave enough.
Before it was too late, they took me from the arena and I was brought back to the Capitol, fresh as a rose: they had washed and restored every single remnant of the island, as if those 15 days had never happened.
My head stopped spinning, my eyes could see clearly again, my belly was intact again...
“We're here,” a woman informed me.
I stood up and felt neither fatigue nor pain, yet my right leg was torn until a few hours ago.
When the door of the plane opened, I almost rushed down, looking only for those sea green eyes that have encouraged me several times even from afar.
We had landed right on the roof of the building where I had been staying in the days before the Hunger Games.
As soon as I looked out of the plane's steps, a voice shouted my name.
“Yn!”
I turned towards his voice and saw him: a Greek God, breathtakingly beautiful, looking only in my direction.
I started running, feeling the need to throw myself into his arms.
How I missed… my mentor. Even if within a few days he had become something more and I had only understood it in the arena, when at the end of my strength his gifts fell from the sky, always accompanied by a note: “you're doing great, honey. ” “Keep fighting, sweet girl.” “Survive, baby.”
Every time I've got his messages I couldn't help but smile like a child.
Finally the meters separated us disappeared and I was finally in the safest place I could wish for: in the arms of Finnick Odair.
“Thanks, Finnick. You saved my life..." I whispered against his chest: his hands were one around my hips and the other immersed in my hair.
“No, you saved my life by winning that fucking game. How could I live without you?” He said leaving a kiss on my forehead. I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes: beautiful but a little shiny.
“Finnick…”
“Yes, honey?” His hand moves to my check.
“I'm glad you're here.”
“Always, baby. I will always be by your side from now on, Y/n, I promise.”
Our embrace melted after a while, his hand took hold of mine and we went inside.
“Would you like to spend the night with me?” He said hesitantly, his confidence had disappeared: and he was only acting like that because he didn't want to force me to do anything.
“Of course, I wanna be with you tonight and the days after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that… forever, Finnick.” A dazzling smile lit up his face: his lips placed a kiss on my hand which he held tightly in his.
“I love you, Y/n. You don't know how much.” My heart melted and I pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms around him. But he, with incredible speed, lifted me off my feet, placing my legs around his hips.
“You're coming into my room tonight, little girl.” Whisper in my ear “You want this, right?” I nodded. There was nowhere else I wanted to be but with him…
So I was carried into his room.
“Would you like me to kiss you?” He wisher and all I knew was that all my body was going on fire.
“Finnick, I'm yours, do to me what you want, I love you.” And this was the phrase of affirmation that man, as beautiful as the sun, needed to free himself from all that tension that he had to endure in those long days.
His lips ran down on my neck licking and sucking it. His hands reached up and unhooked my bra from over the sweatshirt I was wearing. My hands slid under his shirt, lifting it up, revealing his defined muscles.
“Do you like what you're seeing?” My response was only a muffled moan which, however, made him more excited.
While he continued to kiss my neck, he pressed me against the wall, I couldn't breathe: my desire for him was palpable and he was eager to have... me.
I took off my shirt and he threw away my bra, taking one breast in his hand: he squeezed it and rubbed his finger against the already swollen nipple.
Our mouths were one inside the other, and with his tongue he was devouring me: he sucked my lower lip, bit it and I tried to keep up with him but it was useless... I wasn't on his level.
Suddenly from the wall I found myself lying on the bed with Finnick pulling down my pants... caressing every inch of skin that he discovered little by little.
Once the trousers were off, he threw them across the room. He returned to my lips, careful to make his cock touch, hard, against my vagina.
I started lifting my pelvis moving it left and right, feeling his erection getting bigger and bigger.
“Careful, darling…” Finnick grunted, lifting his head and my movements became faster.
A guttural moan escaped him from those lips on which I rushed to devour them. His fingers reached the elastic of the panty and snapped it.
“Beg me…” And I wasn't even able to breathe let alone talking.
“Finnick, I want you, please…” with his palm he rubbed me underneath and I opened my legs more. I wanted every single part of my body.
He walked away from me, undid his belt, and took off his pants and boxers. He came back on me, leaving a nice mark on my collarbone as I raised my pelvis to touch his member.
“Stay down, Y/n.”
“Finnick…” his name was like a prayer, a cry addressed to him to speed up the process… but he didn't seem to care about my inability to hold back any longer. I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks and he was making me suffer before satisfying me, filling me up.
His cock moved away from the center of my legs and Finnick positioned himself right there.
“Let's see..." his finger traced a vertical line from bottom to top. "How wet you are, good girl." His head lowered and the contact of his hot tongue against my wetness made a cry escape my mouth...
“Yes, baby, let me hear you…” he said making me vibrate. He pinched my clit with his teeth and my hand dipped into his hair, pushing him closer and closer.
After exploring the entire area with his tongue, he began to make circular movements: fast, insatiable.
“Finnick…”
Between various moans and whispers of his name, I felt his finger entering me.
“Honey, you're so tight…” he said this time raising his head.
“I love it…” he smirked and started to move his finger up and down, curling it. Meanwhile, with the other hand he took care of the clit: rubbing and pinching it.
“More…” I wishered.
“As you want.” He put his middle finger to his lips. “Will you do it for me?” I nodded and took him between my lips, sliding my tongue along the length of him.
“Nice technique, love.” He smirked and finally I had two fingers of him in me.
I could easily come if he will keep going like that…
“Fin, please, I’m… close.” Another prayer came out of my lips. He just smiled and, finally, removed his fingers and brought his cock against my entrance.
It was so big, so bulky. I wasn't even sure if I could have him in me.
“Tell me to stop if it's too much painful…”
I wasn't scared at all, even if that was my first time and he knew it, all that I wanted was him.
Finally I felt his length in me, he entered slowly and his movements were the softest. As my walls adapted to his presence, he increased the intensity of the movements and I began to accompany them with my hips. And just when we reached a certain speed, my body contracted with numerous shocks and I came between moans and crying of his name.
As soon as my juice wet his member I saw a sparkle in his eyes and his movements became harder, more violent. My fingers gripped his back and I screamed his name over and over again. We both moaned and my legs trembled, but he didn't seem to get tired, in fact his movements, accompanied by the squirm due to the fact that I had come, were more and more violent but I didn't want him to stop, on the contrary...
Suddenly he exploded inside me, making me arch my back and fall my head onto the bed; filling me with him.
He fell on top of me, still inside me.
Our breaths were ragged and both our bodies were hot, quivering.
We didn't say a word until we were clear again.
Yes he slipped out from inside me and dropped onto the bed. His hand slipped underneath me and turned me onto my side.
“Are you okay?” He asked me gently and in a way that I just adored.
“I feel epic.” He laughed and that sound was all I needed to be happy.
“I love you, Finnick Odair.”
“I love you too, my loudest girl.”
Just One Date
Finnick x reader!
A/N: I honestly REALLY like this prompt and felt like it could work for Finnick! It's a bit too sudden, but I think that's kind of the charm of this whole idea, sudden, unexcpected but exciting ;) I might make a part two cause I think I built too good of a background for reader (at least in my mind) so please let me know how you like it!
Warning: a bit of swearing and mention of killing if you squint
Prompt: “I need just one date.”
“You think you can woo me with just one date?”
“Absolutely.”
➷ ➷ ➷ ➷
It has been years since the perfectly arranged hell for Finnick Odair had started. But who would have thought about it? That the Capitol's sweetheart, the youngest victor who stole thousands of hearts across the whole country, now suffered in the wealthiest part of Panem? Unimaginable. To be drowned in gold and washed in blessings, to wake up every day and have his plate filled with food and enough water to drink and bathe in, even for the whole day if he wanted but hate every single minute of it.
And though it was hard to grasp, that was Finnick Odair's case. Because Finnick dreaded every upcoming moment of his life since he was brought from his games as the victor, the survivor. The bloodthirsty drive to live, once warming his heart that followed him through each step in the arena, has now subsided, trapped by an iron fist of fear and desperation.
He could vaguely remember the first time those feelings had settled in, spreading through his veins like poison as he left his firts customer's bedroom, making him loathe every breath taken in and out by his body ever since. That's when he knew he would have thrown everything beautiful about his victorious survival just so he could live again. But that just wasn't the case for Finnick Odair, it simply wasn't his fate. And while his life was partially in his hands, he mostly felt like the blood of whatever part of himself he had killed was preventing him from moving on, from fighting. Maybe he grew tired of it. Maybe he thought he had enough of fighting for his whole lifetime.
He watched from afar, how fond the Capitol had become of District 12's star-crossed lovers, Katniss and Peeta. And for the first time ever since he was 16, something had awakened in him, a hope, that maybe this could be the end of his show. That maybe the citizens of Capitol had found someone else to watch and obsess about and he could finally be free. But that thing, that hope, was killed before it could even be aflame.
As he turned around from the glamorous couple, his eyes fell on the darkened blue ones, hidden like snakes in the snow made of white hair. The disgust, the abomination, the darkness screaming nothing but death brought Finnick to the harsh reality, once his gaze was met with Snow's. He was never getting out of this train. Not alive.
Until the spark inside him ignited again.
It was the meeting of the previous victors, one to which the new love-struck victors were not invited, yet they still happened to be the centre of its talks. Thankfully, the space was filled with only the comfort of people Finnick had known for a while and who had known him. There was a certain silent alliance the victors had built over the years. As he passed the familiar faces, sending polite smiles here and there, he caught a face that was very unfamiliar to him. You were new there, you have won only two years prior to Katniss and Peeta, the 72nd hunger games, which happened to be the opposite of the 74th year's sensation.
Finnick could remember meeting you in the Capitol, you're terrified tearfilled eyes meeting his, billions of questions behind them making his stomach turn there and then. But now you seemed just stiff, your guard high up. He would even go to the lenghts of saying you had an intimidating aura around you.
You could feel his stare burning your skin, so you turned around to face him, your mouth shaping into a genuine smile as soon as you saw him, your eyes sparkling in recognition. That's what he was talking about. All that pressuring shell fell right apart when you smiled or opened your mouth, earning you tons of sponsors back in your games. When you sent him your smile through your tears back then, Finnick could feel the butterflies rummaging through his guts. "Who are you staring at, Finnick Odair," Johanna's low voice beisde his ear made Finnick jump. "Johanna," he groaned, rolling his eyes as his right hand fell on his heart.
"The deceitful seemed to have caught you're eye, hm?" That was your nickname. The deceitful victor. Finnick remembered the talks once your games were over. You were called two-faced, a liar, and while some of the Capitol's people found this feature of yours absolutely unacceptable, others found it intruiging. After all it was thanks to your deceit, that you had won.
"They just seem rather... lost," he hummed, shrugging it off and turning to face Johanna fully. "Didn't expect you to come here,"
"Neither did I myself," she snapped back, looking behind her. "Blight dragged me here," Her piercing eyes slowly turned back, burning a hole in Finnick's face, the sole proof of the little affection the woman had towards him. "Charming. Make sure to say hi from me," Finnick grinned as Johanna scoffed, placing her hand on her hip and rolling her eyes dramatically. He could only nod, leaving the victor from the 7th District be as he made his way through the party again.
"They just did it right," one of the men in the group behind Finnick stated loudly, alcohol audible on his tongue by the volume of his voice. "Getting Capitol into their story, creating a perfect ballad except both of them survived to live the happily ever after," Finnick stopped in his tracks, the glass full of liquid spilling a bit on the grass under him, as he halted too quickly, not entirely sober either. He groaned as some of the drink got on his shoes but it didn't stop him from listening closely. "Do you get it? They are not harrassed by Snow or anyone, except the Capitol's undying obssession. They just continued to live in District 12, leaving as if nothing happened, as if they haven't just dismissed the whole history of the hunger games," a woman shrieked. Finnick smirked. Imagine leaving like nothing happened. That would be nice.
"That would be nice," another boy voiced the same thought. "To leave and spend your life with someone like that. They survive the games with you so you have someone to lean on, support, love, Capitol doesn't bother you that much, just to see what you already do naturally, it's-"
Freedom, was the word on Finnick's tongue. He didn't hear the rest of the sentence as it was drowned out by the sound of Finnick's blood flowing, his heart beating out of his chest as his eyes widened. Freedom, support, protection- no more abuse, no more hell, just peace. Finally, a bit of peace for Finnick Odair. His head spinned, his stomach turning from the sudden imagination, a certain heat spreading through his body, coming from his chest. The flame burned, burned in his eyes as he looked around, his eyes falling on you.
You were perfect. Capitol didn't have an exact opinion on you which was hurting your reputation as one of the victors. You could use some of those blessings Finnick was showered with daily. And he could use you. As his freedom.
His fast loud steps made you turn just before he stopped inches away from you, his feet rocking him back and forth for a while until he stabilised himself. You smirked as you thought about whether he was drunk, wanting to talk with you, but you were sure he had to be when his words hit your ears.
"Come on a date with me,"
You couldn't help but let out a loud snort, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth, the noise still audible. "What the fuck," your eyes landed back on his, the dark browns burning like two coals. "You're serious?" you stopped laughing, your eyes widening at him. "Yes," he nodded, falling silent again, waiting for your answer. "Why?" was another question that slipped out of your mind. You seemed to have caught him off guard, his right leg now tapping nervously. It was a good question. He didn't know himself, why, he just knew he was drunk enough to come up with such idea and sober enough to make it work. But he didn't think of you're answer taking so long. And you partially enjoyed it, finally seeing that confident Finnick Odair uneasy, his state suddenly depending on your answer. It made you wonder what was in it for him.
"Why not?" he finally spoke, voice raspy.
"Why yes?" you retorted back, making him roll his eyes. "We barely know each other, and correct me if I'm wrong, but this is actually about fifth time in our lives we even acknowledged each other,"
"So? Please, Y/n. I need just one date," he groaned, taking a step closer, you refusing to back away. It was always games, everywhere you went, the play never stopped.
"You think you can woo me with just one date?" you lifted your eyebrow in disbelief.
"Absolutely."
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Just One Date pt.2
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A/N: Hi guys! You absolutely loved the first part of this and I cannot express how happy that makes me :D I am so thankful for every reblog, like and comment! Here's the awaited part 2, I really hope you'll like it! Should there be a part 3?
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Warning: !spoilers if you haven't read the first part!, slight hint of drugs and swear words
Special mentions: @merromimo , @justtrying2getby
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Cameras.
There were cameras everywhere as soon as you stepped out of the train. The citizens of Capitol had grouped around the station as if your arrival was worth looking at, and they certainly hadn't missed the show. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw the dark voids of lenses taking you in. They recorded your every step, which eventually led to tripping and falling off the last two stairs. They also manage to eternalise the way you landed into a pair of strong arms, the chuckle the person holding you made, and when you looked up, you saw the broad shoulders of Finnick Odair, covering you from the broadcast.
"Watch your step, honey," he whispered with a sly smirk, making you look up. Anger took over your previous shock. You knew you could easily be the talk of the Capitol. And you couldn't care less about their shenanigans as long as you had the promise of peace. Because you knew they couldn't hurt you any more than they had already done. They couldn't hurt you any more than your own district already did. But you didn't expect it from any of the victors. Not from Finnick Odair. Though the question making you go crazy at that moment was, what did you really expect?
You didn't expect of Finnick Odair to even glance your way, ever since you saw him in the Capitol after your games. Why he was there, you don't know. He acknowledged you a few times you happened to be at the same party in Capitol. You never expected him to approach you alone. Let alone, ask you on a date. And then bring the whole nation to come and watch your downfall. No, no matter what you had done in the past and how much you had come to despise your life, you would never allow anyone to drag you down like this. You had your pride to keep that for yourself.
And that pride led you to a small dimly lit room, somewhere near the station. Your memories were blurred by the red that kept colouring your sight, your chest rising up and down rapidly, with your loud huffs of air that fell on the face in front of you. He barely breathed as you held a small knife to his throat, his hands up in surrender, but that smile, that smirk on his face, you couldn't wipe it away even with a dagger threatening his thread of life to be cut. He was a victor too, after all, but you refused to step away now. "When you approached me," you started, still panting. "I thought you confused me with someone else. When you asked me out on a date, I thought you had to be totally wasted,"
"But you came-" Finnick hissed, making you push the cold metal against his neck even more, shutting him up. "I came because I never expected you to be so out of your fucking mind!" you retorted, your voice louder. The truth was, you didn't know why you came. You thought he might really have taken an interest in you. Was it that bad? To finally be able to escape your life in your district? No more spitting on you on the streets, no more threats, no more surviving. But as the seconds went by, you were more and more convinced that was the life you deserved.
Meanwhile, Finnick was panicking inside. This was not how he imagined it to be, your dagger on his throat, the cold metal slowly grazing his dead skin cells before it could dig into his nerves and veins. He was so caught up in himself, so naive, thinking you would just roll with all of this. Now he thought you might stab him. Your guard was up, the smile from before was gone, it was replaced by anger, fury and... fear. You were scared. So was he. He could play on that.
"I'm not out of my mind, sugar, you don't have to worry about that. And you don't have to worry about them," he nodded towards the locked door. "They won't hurt you anymore," His eyes softened as he spoke. If you could just play this with him, they will hurt neither of you.
Your eyes widened. "I'm not... I'm not worried about them," you relaxed your grip. And you noticed; Finnick did not take advantage of that. Then you let him go completely and he bent down, caressing his sore throat. "You have a nice grip," he nodded.
But you stayed silent, watching him warily. "I swear, I won't hurt you," he extended his arms to you. You blinked a few times before your muscles relaxed. You haven't heard that sentence in 2 years. How refreshing, to have someone say that. But at what cost. "What do you want then?" you asked, still not letting him close enough. He smiled, gently. "You remember Katniss and Peeta?"
"The new victors?"
"Yes. I know how they survived this. We can do that too," he spoke softly, each word a seed in your heart, setting it ablaze. "How?" you asked too eagerly. "We will become star-crossed lovers ourselves," You gulped.
"Trust me."
He took your hand, opening the door to the outside. There were people on the sunlit streets, your hand in his soon enough catching their attention. You looked around, noticing their curious glances, the lifted eyebrows, faces of amusement. They wanted this.
Finnick spun you to face him, placing his palms firmly against your cheeks. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes," you whispered, and with that, he pulled you in. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, his lips tasting sugar and ocean salt at the same time. They created a taste you could never forget.
And if there was one thing you had to give to Finnick Odair, it was his charm. He did keep his word. He wooed you with just one date.
And that's how you happened to end up here. It took a few weeks, a few meetings, a bunch of interviews and you stood in one of the rooms in one of Capitol's mansions, the party downstairs at its peak. It took you a few kisses too, but you didn't dare to admit that it was your favorite part.
A subtle knock on your door made you turn around as you tried to finish zipping up your dress. "Come in," you said, immediately smiling when you met Finnick's dark brown eyes. "Ready?" he asked, but you hesitated. "I don't know, I mean, what if they-"
"Hey, no what ifs, it's too late for that anyway," he came closer, placing his hands on your hips. "We'll just grab you a few drinks and you'll see how fast you'll relax," his warm breath tickled your ear as he turned your back to him, finishing your zip. "Finnick!" you hissed back instead of thank you, turning away to hide the redness on your cheeks. "I'm kidding! Just keep close to me and I'm sure you'll have the time of your life,"
"Yeah, can't wait for that," you mumbled as he gasped dramatically, your hand already in his, dragging you out and to the party.
As always, your entrance brought all the attention to you. It was like as soon as you started to appear with Finnick, his beams seemed to shine out of you too. He switched his grasp from your hand to your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, looking forward as if none of them existed. And everything seemed fine, until people actually started approaching you. You were terrified, unable to count how many times Finnick had to nudge you to relax before you could deprive his arm of any blood flow. Soon enough he was handing you a pink drink he fetched from the waiter, making you relax with every sip.
"Sleepless pills," one of the colorful guests smiled at you.
"Huh?" you managed to say back.
"It's a new pill from Capitol! Why sleep when you can eat this and stay up all night? Without feeling tired?" the woman squealed together with the man next to her. You looked up at Finnick to exchange shocked glances before you excused yourself, your head spinning, Finnick following you right after. "This is sick," you stated, leaning against one of the tables for support.
"I'm trying to catch at least a few hours of sleep every night and they are creating pills to avoid it?" you couldn't believe the words you had just heard.
"Don't mind them, Y/n, you know they will never know what it is like," Finnick caressed your back gently, but his words and alcohol only made you angrier.
"I think I need a minute," you breathed heavily, looking away from Finnick and down to the floor. "Should I get you water or something?" you heard him say, his words coming in muffled. You dragged yourself to the wall near you, sliding down your back and onto the floor.
"I will get you-" you couldn't hear the rest, looking up and watching as Finnick's black suit disappeared in the crowd of walking rainbows. Then everything went dark.
When Finnick came back with water, you weren't there. In fact, you completely disappeared out of the hall. He looked around in panic, your name slipping down his tongue. He was ready to shout it at the crowd, maybe they noticed something while sipping the purple liquid...
Your drink was pink.
Finnick's face turned pale with realisation. And then he was shoving his way through the guests and out of the hall.
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