#mockinggirlonfire

[triidentis]

"That’s the last time we do that."

Oh God, Finnick thought.

                                             --oh god

His memories of the last few hours distorted, but are tinged with something wrong. What had happened? What had happened. The blank tabulate of his mind made panic well up like a maelstrom in his chest. What had happened?

Had he--

                                             --oh god

It wasn't that it was Katniss, but the slimy, slick feeling in his belly. He knew that feeling, was familiar with that feelings, because sometimes and some nights there was a little something extra in his drink and he decided not to mention because--what was the point?

And he woke up with holes in his memories. And he couldn't remember what had happened, and Katniss was looking at him with some dark emotion twisted in her eyes and--oh god.

Play it smooth, Finnick. Your only defense is charm, is your flippant uncaring. Use it like a shield, just like you always have.

The smile, forced and half-grimace, twisted up his mouth as he leaned at one hip.

         "Do what, Katniss?"

[finnickohere]

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9. Your muse putting out cookies and milk for Santa

Finnick took out the cookies, sneaking one into his mouth with a sly grin, that he hoped no one saw. As the rebellion ended, and peace finally entrusted the victors, they’d still all stayed remotely close to one another, and due to the lack of privacy in 13, they tended to wander into each other’s house at will. Peeta and Katniss rested on the Odair’s right, the Mellark’s being the least keen to knocking, and Johanna on his left.

Applauding himself for his stealth he pulled out a cup, and poured a glass of milk, balancing the cup on top of the plate like a street artist until he’d made his way to the living room, where of course, privacy was even more sparse. Finnick mentally cussed, as Katniss materialized knowing that the sight of Finnick, his entire hulking form, holding Christmas cookies and milk for Santa didn’t exactly scream ‘I’m a man’. Regardless, he played it off. Well, at least he thought he did.

"hey girl on fire, these are uh…. for my son, you know." Finnick bit his lower lip, his smile still shining through. He could basically feel Katniss rolling her eyes, or at least hear the chime of her laughter at actual twelve year old Finnick Odair, but he didn’t care.

"Well I guess we know who’s getting coal for Christmas."

[finnickohere]

"I owe you."

Finnick rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips as he pulled his trident from the deranged ape that had just tried to maul their mockingjay. The entire arena was a death trap, and every hour, every wedge, brought on some new force hell bent on killing the victors, not that death was anything new to the games. 

"Consider it payback for not shooting an arrow through my head." He joked, bustling his way through the damp forest, praying that their hour was over. In honesty, he was pretty thankful. For her skepticism, Katniss was actually a pretty trusting person. Finnick’s mere size scared off most others, and he could tell she was wary of him at first, and with Finnick’s generally reckless attitude she could have easily taken him down, and yet, here he stood.

From behind, he could sense something making its way through the underbrush, something unhuman to say the least, and in one swipe, and a powerful throw, his trident soared, impaling another ape before Katniss could pull out her a bow.

Finnick grinned, his Cheshire cat smile making its appearance as he added, “Okay now you owe me.”

[aspecialsomebody]

"Finn said that I could trust you. I'm Annie."

[thisispeeta-mellark]

mockinggirlonfire started following you

"Katniss...is there something I can do for you..?" 

[theyoungodair-blog]

mockinggirlonfire has crossed district four

    Was it even so? His fathers once ally, his mothers long lost friend? The woman Kieran always admired from the true stories Annie always told him about? Although he'd only met her once when he could barely even walk, it couldn't be. But the dark hair and the olive skin only proved otherwise.

                   "-- Katniss?"