My translation and analysis of the first trailer is here.
Hereās a general key for the kind of analysis I like to do:
JP: Official Japanese Dialogue
EN: Official English Dialogue
TR: My Translation (usually more literal and thus more stilted than the official English version. Iām not using natural-sounding English in order to stick as close to the Japanese versions of the lines as possible for the purpose of analysis)
Notes: things I found interesting, grammatical points, extra thoughts, etc.
One last note: media doesnāt exist in a vacuum. Every work of art must be viewed through the cultural lens of the people who made it. Kingdom Hearts, for all its ties to Disney, is still very much a Japanese game, so it should be analyzed in light of that.
With that in mind, letās continue.
There was only really dialogue at the beginning of the trailer, and they didn't have captions for the Japanese version, so I listened and transcribed it myself. Instead of breaking it down by each line, I'm just going to include it all together:
EN The structure of this world is incredibly complex. At first, there were no manifestations of what we know as light and darkness. But our arrival here brought these concepts with usāthe darkness given physical form only after we defined it.
TR The construction/makeup/framework/organization/pattern/structure of this world is very complex/complicated/intricate. The embodiment/realization/materialization of light and darkness that we define didnāt exist. But, by that thing that defines it coming to this world, in this world too, the darkness that we define appeared/became visible/became embodied/materialized.
Notes: At first I thought Strelitzia was the character saying these lines, but then I saw people discussing it and wondering if it might actually be Ava. There is a character shown wearing a black coat while these lines are being spoken, and the silhouette very much looks like a girl or woman:
In all the other footage we've seen of Strelitzia, she has been wearing her normal outfit, so I agree this could be someone else. I went back to the first KH4 trailer where Strelitzia is confirmed to be speaking, and her voice does sound higher pitched and ācutesierā to me for lack of a better description than the person speaking here, and when I watched a little bit of Back Cover in Japanese, I did think Avaās voice matched the the person speaking here a little better, but Iād have to listen multiple times to really make up my mind.
Anyway, continuing on.
The Japanese word translated as āstructureā in the official English version, kÅzÅ, can also be translated as āconstruction, makeup, framework, organization, pattern.ā Screenshot is from the app imiwa?
I thought this was interesting because one of Soraās new abilities, Build, is related to, well, building and constructing things. And I thought the wording for this sentence was really interesting in both languages as well, because to me it kinda sounds like Quadratum is artificially constructed by an outside force? I mean we don't go around talking about the āstructureā of our world. So this perhaps ties into the Unreality concept, and it makes me wonder who or what created Quadratum if I'm right about this.
A word that repeats several times in this dialogue is tÄgi, ādefinition,ā and the speaker continually uses this word to emphasize that the people who came from the main Kingdom Hearts universe (I presume that's who she means, anyway) define the light and darkness and brought this darkness into being in Quadratum. In the official English version, this single word and its verb are translated as āwhat we know,ā āthese concepts,ā and ādefined.ā I just always think back to that Shakespeare quote from Hamlet that showed up in the Versus 13 trailer, āThere is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.ā It sounds like thoughts are powerful enough to create things in Quadratum, at least from the outsiders coming from the main KH universe. It also reminds me of that island in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader where your nightmares come true. Your mind makes it real and all that Matrix references yay.
I also wonder if both the denizens of Quadratum and the outsiders believe it's the outsidersā responsibility to fix this if Quadratum was peaceful before, and I wonder who the first person from the main KH universe was who was sent to Quadratum. Probably the Master of Mastersā¦
I see black feathers and instantly think Sephiroth?? Lol. But I think this is the Master of Masters.
Another important word in the dialogue is gugenka, or āembodiment, realization, materializationā according to imiwa? I also found a Japanese source that talked about the meaning and usage of the word, and they define it as āgiving concrete, tangible form to ideas/concepts/thoughts or ideals.ā So, darkness becoming concrete in Quadratum. Now, one of the kanji in gugenka, ē¾, also appears at the very end of the dialogue in the word awareta. Awareta is the past tense of awareru, which means āto appear, to come in sight, to become visible, to come out, to embody, to materialize.ā So these words are conceptually linked in Japanese, and the official English version translates them as āmanifestationā and āphysical form.ā
That about covers the linguistic nerdery lol. Time to cover some other details I noticed:
I'm pretty sure the person (presumably a girl) in this image is perched on top of the 104 building above the Scramble Crossing.
The Darksides look freakier than ever, I mean this would be horrifying to run across in real life lol.
Also, Soraās combat in this first battle is giving me serious Spider-Man vibes:
Heās got a watch now!
This screenshot just looked really cool:
POV: You're a Heartless, and you're about to get your ass handed to you by a very angry 16 year-old who can move ridiculously fast:
Also, I lied, I have one last bit of linguistic nerdery: is that the writing system for Quadratum in that ad in the background? š
Continuing on. Sora: gets thrown through a window, manages to turn it into a handspring and land on his feet. Also, the Spider-Man vibes continue:
Strelitzia looks downright stunning, seriously she has never looked so gorgeous, and other people are speculating and I would agree that this is Sigurd, looking very out of place in the modern setting and also like a pompous ass lol:
I think this is a Dark Road character based on the buzz I've been seeing on Twitter, probably Vali, and then Luxord:
More footage of Donald and Goofy running into Hades lol:
And then Young Xehanort offering Sora a broken umbrella:
My friends and I were joking about how that conversation might've gone if Sora was in full sass mode:
Sora: I must be in hell after all, since you're here. That's the cheapest umbrella Iāve ever seen, and it's broken.
Xehanort: It's the thought that counts, Sora.
(heheh geddit because thoughts become real in Quadratum hehāI'll see myself out now)
Anyway, moving on. Soraās flexibility in these screenshots is sending me. Also, a new Keyblade? Moana world confirmed? Lilo and Stitch world? Elemental?
Soraās shoes are glowing yellow here, I'm guessing this is some kind of form change:
The guy screaming in the background is sending me. He's just like me fr. Also, once again, Sora runs towards the danger to protect other people, he's such a good person. A hero, if you will:
This part also gave me Spider-Man vibes. Also, I noticed they are still not letting Sora talk. He's using battle grunts etc., but we still haven't heard a single word of dialogue from him for this game. Interestingā¦
As always a wonderful analysis, thank you so much ā¤ļø
This part here however:
"I just always think back to that Shakespeare quote from Hamlet that showed up in the Versus 13 trailer, āThere is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.ā It sounds like thoughts are powerful enough to create things in Quadratum, at least from the outsiders coming from the main KH universe. It also reminds me of that island in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader where your nightmares come true. Your mind makes it real and all that Matrix references yay."
It inevitably reminded me of a little tagline that has been used in the KH3 Orchestra trailer (and what has led many to believe Sora would say it the same way he speaks about "Is this for real or not" and the "many worlds") but has since been dropped and never mentioned again:
I assumed it has just lost it's original meaning since a lot of KH3 (and leading up to it) seems to have been rewritten, dropped and cropped like the Key to Return Hearts, but who knows, maybe this kind of manifesting dreams, Good and Bad might make an appearance.
By every metric that Westeros uses to break people, Sansa should have shattered. Public humiliation. Prolonged captivity. Psychological abuse. Sexual threats. Isolation from everyone she loved. Being used as a political object by multiple grown men. Watching her family die and being forced to smile through it. And yetā¦ she doesnāt go mad. She doesnāt turn cruel for crueltyās sake. She doesnāt dissociate into delusion. What she does instead is adapt. Thatās the part people miss. Sansaās survival isnāt loud or cathartic, so fandom underrates it. But psychologically? Itās astonishing.
She learns when to speak, when to stay silent, when to perform softness as armor. She learns how power actually works not through swords but through perception, patience, and timing. She keeps her inner self intact by splitting it from the mask she has to wear. Thatās not weakness. Thatās a trauma response that works. And crucially: she never stops being capable of empathy. Thatās the miracle.
Characters who endure far less often come out harder, crueler, or more detached. Sansa comes out clearer. More observant. More discerning. Still capable of care, but no longer naĆÆve about the cost of trust. The fact that Sansa keeps her mind, her sense of self, and her moral compass in a world actively trying to destroy all three?
People love Targaryen women because they come packaged with everything that looks empowering on the surface: dragons, spectacle, dominance, that whole āexceptional bloodlineā mythology. Visenya is the perfect example she rides a dragon, wields a sword, stands beside conquest and violence, and sheās called a āfeminist icon.ā Butā¦ feminist for what exactly? Sheās not dismantling patriarchy and not challenging the system. Sheās actively helping build and enforce a system that is just as hierarchical and violent as any other.
But because her power is visible and aggressive, people reads it as empowerment. Itās power that looks good on screen and feels satisfying to support.
Now compare that to Alicent. Her power is quieter, more grounded, and honestly more historically accurate she works through court politics / (not military), trying to protect her kids. And sheās called āmisogynisticā or āanti-woman.ā Why? Because itās not flashy. Itās not dragon-backed. It doesnāt give that same illusion of being above the system it shows what it actually looks like to live inside it.
Thatās where the āselective feminismā comes in. Itās not about supporting women as a class or understanding how women being victims of the system. Itās about supporting women who feel exceptional, who look powerful in a way thatās easy to romanticize and women who can be turned into icons.
And Targaryen women fit that perfectly! Theyāre written as exceptional visually, politically. So people gravitates toward them and builds this idea that they represent female empowerment, while other women like Alicent, Sansa, and Catelyn get dismissed or villainized for working differently.
Thereās also a deeper layer where this intersects with Valyrian exceptionalism. The way Targaryens are writing (silver hair, dragons, ācloser to gods than menā) feeds into this idea that they are inherently more worthy of admiration. So when people say they support āfeminist characters,ā but itās almost always Targaryen women, it starts to look less like feminism and more like a preference for a specific type of woman: powerful, and aesthetically idealized.
Meanwhile, women who donāt fit that mold who are more historically accurate, political, maternal, restrained, or just not written as āmythicā donāt get the same support. Their actions are judged more harshly and theyāre denied the same complexity.
So yeah, it ends up creating this weird fandom dynamic where: Visenya can enforce conquest and still be called feminist BUT Alicent demanding power for herself & her children is framed as internalized misogyny. Itās not about feminism anymore Itās about which version of female power people find more appealing to project onto.
Summary: Annie knows sheās too broken and difficult to love. But during her Victory Tour, Finnick comforts her after a flashback, and she realizes heās harboring a secret of his own. 1486 words. Angst, Trauma, PTSD, Flashbacks, Past Blood/Violence, Hurt/Comfort.
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Annie knew she was too broken and difficult to love.
The crazy girl. The Career who couldn't stomach killing. The Victor whoād lost her mind.
She was an embarrassment, a failure. Usually the Victor was paraded around Panem six months after their win, but surely Snow had given up on showing her off when the smell of someoneās cologne in the crowd reminded her of her District partner Barryās, and suddenly she wasnāt onstage with Caeser Flickerman anymore, she was back in the Arena, and Barryās head wasnāt on his shoulders anymore, and blood flooded the ground and then the Arena, she had to swim through so much blood to winā
She was screaming and thrashing before she realized the curtains were drawn and Finnickās hands were on her shoulders, tapping back and forth, left and right in some sort of grounding ritual. She blinked through blurry eyes at her mentor. She expected him to be irritated, frustrated, exasperated. That was all people were towards her these days. Why donāt you just snap out of it and go back to who you were before. Or if you canāt, why canāt you stuff it all down and pretend youāre fine?
How could she explain that she could never go back to being that person. She couldnāt even pretend. The flashbacks were too much, too overwhelming. She lived in a different world than the rest of them.
So yes, she expected eyerolling and scolding from Finnick about her outburst during her Victory Tour. Maybe, if she was lucky, he and Mags would push for her to be quietly tucked away in the Victorās Village back in District 4 and left aloneā
What she didnāt expect was empathy and compassion. The look in his sea-green eyes took her breath away. Were thoseā¦were those tears in them?
Were those tears for her?
He gently led her away from prying eyes and to her dressing room to where they could at least pretend to have some privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her so close it took her breath away.
Strange, how a few tears and a hug could completely shift her perspective. It struck her that Finnick mustāve watched Barry die, too. That heād lived through his own games. Maybe he knew a little of the hell she was living through. Maybe she wasnāt so alone.
Maybeā¦maybe she'd misjudged him. He was a year older than her and popular with the ladiesā¦and the gentlemen of Panem. She figured he was another shallow playboy banking on his good looks and breaking hearts left and right.
But heād been good to her during her games. Heād kept her alive. Sent her gifts. She remembered one in particular after Barry had died. A bowl of Cioppino seafood stew from home, made with crabs, clams, shrimp, scallops, and mussels. The rich tomato and wine sauce and hunk of piping hot sourdough bread had lifted her spirits a little and lingered on her tongue. That simple act of kindness had kept her from killing herself, had encouraged her onwards long enough to live, to win.
And now Finnick was holding her close, grounding her and keeping her in the present. She put her arms around him too and forced herself to take deep breaths to match his, to stay here with him.
He had a pleasant scent. Saltwater and sea breezes. She felt safe with him.
She felt him melt in her embrace. Funny, that she of all people could have that effect on anyone, let alone him. But she decided not to question it and just let the moment carry her away, like she was a piece of driftwood floating on the ocean.
āWhatever you saw wasnāt real, Annie,ā Finnick said softly. āIt happened in the past. Itās over now.ā
She nodded and leaned against his shoulder. āI know that, in my head. I know everyone thinks I'm crazy, but Iāmā¦Iām not as crazy as I seem. But then something happens, and itās like Iām somewhere else.ā
He pulled away a little and searched her face. āWeāll play a game, then. Real or not real. Anytime you arenāt sure if what you're seeing is real or not, you can ask me.ā
She nodded again. āThank you, Finnick. Thatās very kind. I know I'm notā¦the easiest person to be around, what with all my flashbacks and outbursts and laughing fits, so it means a lot that you wouldāā
āAnnie,ā he said softly, tenderly tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, and her mouth went dry and her heart raced andā
A knock sounded on the door, and a moment later, Mags hobbled in. She took one look at the two of them and shot Finnick a warning look.
The change in Finnick was instantaneous. He plastered on a mask of an expression, cool and charming and suave. āGlad youāre feeling better, Annie. Just keep doing those bilateral stimulation techniques and deep breathing exercises like I showed you, and youāll be feeling back to normal in no time. Heck, you might even be able to finish tonightās interview. Whaddya say, sweetheart?ā
Annie nodded, but she felt strangelyā¦hurt as her hair and makeup team buzzed around her to touch her up and make her presentable for public consumption again. She wanted to ask Finnick if this was real or not. It didn't feel real.
But then she thought better of it. People never masked for no reason. They only masked when they had something desperate and vulnerable they wanted to hide. Something they couldn't bear to have hurt or broken. The least she could do was let him keep his mask on.
She wasnāt nearly as good at hiding her emotions. Her hair stylist Leo tugged too hard on the tangles in her hair with his comb, and she made a pained noise. He rolled his eyes and snapped at her, but to her surprise, anger blazed in Finnickās eyes. He cranked up the charm and calmly told Leo not to speak to her that way, and Leo apologized. He actually apologized, and Annie had her second shocking realization of the night, like a bolt of lightning striking the sea.
Finnick had secrets of his own. He had a vulnerability. The playboy might be a player, though she was beginning to question that narrative, too, and either way, he certainly still had a heart.
She thought of the tears in his eyes, of how heād reacted to her returning his hug, of the tender way heād said her name, of him sticking up for her just now.
Crazy Annie Cresta was his vulnerability.
The revelation startled her, made her heart stop and head swim in flurries and eddies.
Why me? You should have chosen someone else. You could have anyone you want. I'm just a broken husk of a person, a shell of my former self. Iām too difficult to love. Loving me would be signing yourself up for a lifetime of pain.
And yet, when she met his eyes in the mirror, she knew he did. She didnāt have to ask him real or not real to know the truth.
She sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do as her team put the finishing touches on her appearance. This was so sudden and unexpected and yet had been creeping up on her for a long time.
Finnick Odair was in love with her. She wondered when it had happened. During her games? Sometime afterwards? Or had it snuck up on him, too, and ambushed him out of the blue?
If nothing else, she would keep his secret for him. Yes, this had to be kept secret. The Capitol might use it against them otherwise. Maybe that was what Magās warning look had been about. She was trying to keep them both safe.
As safe as they could be in this hellish existence, anyway.
Annie would pretend she didnāt know, for his sake. Sheād get good at pretendingāshe lived in a pretend world as it was, after all. The restā¦including whatever it was she might be feelingā¦sheād figure out later.
It was her turn to mask. The sooner she got this interview over with, the sooner the Capitol might give her some peace and quiet, finally. She plastered on a smile and stood. āIām ready,ā she said to her team, to Mags, to Finnick, and returned to the stage and Caeser Flickerman with a confidence she didn't quite understand.
Perhaps Finnickās secret was starting to work its magic.
She was too broken and difficult to love, yes, and yet someone loved her anyway. The Capitol could take her sanity, her friends, even her life, but it could never take Finnickās love away from her.
And with that thought, she could face another night, another morning, another day.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story is dedicated to my friend @scoobysnack1107, whose birthday is today. Happy birthday, Liv š„³ š š Thank you so much for all the wonderful years of friendship and great memories ā¤ļø
I first read the original Hunger Games trilogy back in high school at the urging of my sister and loved it then, same with seeing the movies when they came out. And with Sunrise on the Reaping coming out this year, I got back into the series and read Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and then SOTR. Itās been great to revisit this series, and since Liv loves Odesta, I wanted to write a fic about the two of them for her birthday. I really like both characters and am curious about how they fell in love and how they navigated their relationship as they tried to keep it a secret.
Also, the descriptions for the Cioppino stew are from here. I wanted a stew that could feasibly live on in District 4 and might feel like comfort food for Annie after what happened to her district partner.
Summary: Annie knows sheās too broken and difficult to love. But during her Victory Tour, Finnick comforts her after a flashback, and she realizes heās harboring a secret of his own. 1486 words. Angst, Trauma, PTSD, Flashbacks, Past Blood/Violence, Hurt/Comfort.
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Annie knew she was too broken and difficult to love.
The crazy girl. The Career who couldn't stomach killing. The Victor whoād lost her mind.
She was an embarrassment, a failure. Usually the Victor was paraded around Panem six months after their win, but surely Snow had given up on showing her off when the smell of someoneās cologne in the crowd reminded her of her District partner Barryās, and suddenly she wasnāt onstage with Caeser Flickerman anymore, she was back in the Arena, and Barryās head wasnāt on his shoulders anymore, and blood flooded the ground and then the Arena, she had to swim through so much blood to winā
She was screaming and thrashing before she realized the curtains were drawn and Finnickās hands were on her shoulders, tapping back and forth, left and right in some sort of grounding ritual. She blinked through blurry eyes at her mentor. She expected him to be irritated, frustrated, exasperated. That was all people were towards her these days. Why donāt you just snap out of it and go back to who you were before. Or if you canāt, why canāt you stuff it all down and pretend youāre fine?
How could she explain that she could never go back to being that person. She couldnāt even pretend. The flashbacks were too much, too overwhelming. She lived in a different world than the rest of them.
So yes, she expected eyerolling and scolding from Finnick about her outburst during her Victory Tour. Maybe, if she was lucky, he and Mags would push for her to be quietly tucked away in the Victorās Village back in District 4 and left aloneā
What she didnāt expect was empathy and compassion. The look in his sea-green eyes took her breath away. Were thoseā¦were those tears in them?
Were those tears for her?
He gently led her away from prying eyes and to her dressing room to where they could at least pretend to have some privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her so close it took her breath away.
Strange, how a few tears and a hug could completely shift her perspective. It struck her that Finnick mustāve watched Barry die, too. That heād lived through his own games. Maybe he knew a little of the hell she was living through. Maybe she wasnāt so alone.
Maybeā¦maybe she'd misjudged him. He was a year older than her and popular with the ladiesā¦and the gentlemen of Panem. She figured he was another shallow playboy banking on his good looks and breaking hearts left and right.
But heād been good to her during her games. Heād kept her alive. Sent her gifts. She remembered one in particular after Barry had died. A bowl of Cioppino seafood stew from home, made with crabs, clams, shrimp, scallops, and mussels. The rich tomato and wine sauce and hunk of piping hot sourdough bread had lifted her spirits a little and lingered on her tongue. That simple act of kindness had kept her from killing herself, had encouraged her onwards long enough to live, to win.
And now Finnick was holding her close, grounding her and keeping her in the present. She put her arms around him too and forced herself to take deep breaths to match his, to stay here with him.
He had a pleasant scent. Saltwater and sea breezes. She felt safe with him.
She felt him melt in her embrace. Funny, that she of all people could have that effect on anyone, let alone him. But she decided not to question it and just let the moment carry her away, like she was a piece of driftwood floating on the ocean.
āWhatever you saw wasnāt real, Annie,ā Finnick said softly. āIt happened in the past. Itās over now.ā
She nodded and leaned against his shoulder. āI know that, in my head. I know everyone thinks I'm crazy, but Iāmā¦Iām not as crazy as I seem. But then something happens, and itās like Iām somewhere else.ā
He pulled away a little and searched her face. āWeāll play a game, then. Real or not real. Anytime you arenāt sure if what you're seeing is real or not, you can ask me.ā
She nodded again. āThank you, Finnick. Thatās very kind. I know I'm notā¦the easiest person to be around, what with all my flashbacks and outbursts and laughing fits, so it means a lot that you wouldāā
āAnnie,ā he said softly, tenderly tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, and her mouth went dry and her heart raced andā
A knock sounded on the door, and a moment later, Mags hobbled in. She took one look at the two of them and shot Finnick a warning look.
The change in Finnick was instantaneous. He plastered on a mask of an expression, cool and charming and suave. āGlad youāre feeling better, Annie. Just keep doing those bilateral stimulation techniques and deep breathing exercises like I showed you, and youāll be feeling back to normal in no time. Heck, you might even be able to finish tonightās interview. Whaddya say, sweetheart?ā
Annie nodded, but she felt strangelyā¦hurt as her hair and makeup team buzzed around her to touch her up and make her presentable for public consumption again. She wanted to ask Finnick if this was real or not. It didn't feel real.
But then she thought better of it. People never masked for no reason. They only masked when they had something desperate and vulnerable they wanted to hide. Something they couldn't bear to have hurt or broken. The least she could do was let him keep his mask on.
She wasnāt nearly as good at hiding her emotions. Her hair stylist Leo tugged too hard on the tangles in her hair with his comb, and she made a pained noise. He rolled his eyes and snapped at her, but to her surprise, anger blazed in Finnickās eyes. He cranked up the charm and calmly told Leo not to speak to her that way, and Leo apologized. He actually apologized, and Annie had her second shocking realization of the night, like a bolt of lightning striking the sea.
Finnick had secrets of his own. He had a vulnerability. The playboy might be a player, though she was beginning to question that narrative, too, and either way, he certainly still had a heart.
She thought of the tears in his eyes, of how heād reacted to her returning his hug, of the tender way heād said her name, of him sticking up for her just now.
Crazy Annie Cresta was his vulnerability.
The revelation startled her, made her heart stop and head swim in flurries and eddies.
Why me? You should have chosen someone else. You could have anyone you want. I'm just a broken husk of a person, a shell of my former self. Iām too difficult to love. Loving me would be signing yourself up for a lifetime of pain.
And yet, when she met his eyes in the mirror, she knew he did. She didnāt have to ask him real or not real to know the truth.
She sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do as her team put the finishing touches on her appearance. This was so sudden and unexpected and yet had been creeping up on her for a long time.
Finnick Odair was in love with her. She wondered when it had happened. During her games? Sometime afterwards? Or had it snuck up on him, too, and ambushed him out of the blue?
If nothing else, she would keep his secret for him. Yes, this had to be kept secret. The Capitol might use it against them otherwise. Maybe that was what Magās warning look had been about. She was trying to keep them both safe.
As safe as they could be in this hellish existence, anyway.
Annie would pretend she didnāt know, for his sake. Sheād get good at pretendingāshe lived in a pretend world as it was, after all. The restā¦including whatever it was she might be feelingā¦sheād figure out later.
It was her turn to mask. The sooner she got this interview over with, the sooner the Capitol might give her some peace and quiet, finally. She plastered on a smile and stood. āIām ready,ā she said to her team, to Mags, to Finnick, and returned to the stage and Caeser Flickerman with a confidence she didn't quite understand.
Perhaps Finnickās secret was starting to work its magic.
She was too broken and difficult to love, yes, and yet someone loved her anyway. The Capitol could take her sanity, her friends, even her life, but it could never take Finnickās love away from her.
And with that thought, she could face another night, another morning, another day.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story is dedicated to my friend @scoobysnack1107, whose birthday is today. Happy birthday, Liv š„³ š š Thank you so much for all the wonderful years of friendship and great memories ā¤ļø
I first read the original Hunger Games trilogy back in high school at the urging of my sister and loved it then, same with seeing the movies when they came out. And with Sunrise on the Reaping coming out this year, I got back into the series and read Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and then SOTR. Itās been great to revisit this series, and since Liv loves Odesta, I wanted to write a fic about the two of them for her birthday. I really like both characters and am curious about how they fell in love and how they navigated their relationship as they tried to keep it a secret.
Also, the descriptions for the Cioppino stew are from here. I wanted a stew that could feasibly live on in District 4 and might feel like comfort food for Annie after what happened to her district partner.
If I had a nickel for every time my favorite nerd spent 100+ years to find and bring back their 'inspiration', I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Ive come up with the phrase "blorbo-in-law" which is a fictional character who isn't, like, YOUR blorbo from YOUR shows but it is your mutual's blorbo who you nevertheless have developed strong opinions about due to long term dash exposure
