#notmadjustbroken

[victorious-seeder]

          "-- My Daughter would be 6 today. Depressing really, thinking about home when you know there's a big chance you could die."

[triidentis]

Touching the spot lightly, she frowns. It felt so wrong for them to claim what wasn't theirs. Instead of anger or jealously, though, Annie only felt love and compassion. Everything he did was for her, and she could only love him more for it. So instead of his lips or his neck, she kisses him where she knows they don't. His forehead, his nose, the tips of his fingers, his palm. Light brushes of her lips leaving invisible reminders that she's there--that she'll always be there. {couldn't resist}

He shuddered beneath her touch. Not from her touch, but knowing what she must see. The marks left on him by the Capitol, the proof of their ownership of him. A dog made to heel each and every time they snapped his fingers.

Never mind that he did it for something noble. To protect her, to keep her in District Four and out of prying and grasping hands. To protect Mags, and to protect District Four—the family that was more like a collection of strangers to him, but to whom he still felt a sense of obligation.

it didn’t matter.

                                                                                               He wanted to rage. He wanted                                                                                               to howl. He didn’t want to sit                                                                                                 nice and play Golden Boy. His                                                                                               lust for their pain was enough                                                                                               to shock even his and Finnick                                                                                               had been born to kill.

But Annie. Finnick didn’t want Annie to look at him as anything less than a man. And he shouldn’t ashamed that she knew, that she had touched and seen each inch of scar tissue wrapped around his heart. He’d seen her worst, too, and had only loved the more for it.

Yet—

The shame, so thick and hot in his gut. He kept his eyes on the horizon line, were the sun spilled molten gold on the dark waves beyond.

She kissed his nose—he told himself that will always been Annie’s. His forehead—hers as well. His fingertips—hers. His palms—hers. Every piece of himself, he would give to her, every piece that the Capitol hadn’t yet touched, kept in her safekeeping.

He wanted to wear her brand on him like a second skin, an armor, wanted her to imprint herself into his pores until he couldn’t inhale without catching the scent of her hair in the morning.

                  An impossibility that haunted his waking moments.                       The knowledge that he could never simply be Annie’s.

He turned his head, forehead coasting along the curvature of her arm, and rested his nose in the crock of her elbow, wishing she could chase away the demons.

But it was enough the she was just there.

[triidentis]

"Don’t make me beg.” { take it as you'd like hahaha }

          "No."

His voice was husky, low, a rough baritone that Capitol would not have recognized. They only knew Finnick Odair of the smooth, dulcet tones. They didn't know how his voice sounded like, raw with needs and desires.

Annie did.

His fingers went to the small of her back, where her spine dipped. His attention, laser-focused, was on her mouth. The smile the crept up his lips was far different from the ones he treated the Capitol with, but it was just as lethal.

         "Maybe I like hearing you beg."

[unseenmockingjay]

x { i had to }

"Hi.. Annie right? Nice to me-" The green plant with the bright red ribbon above the two stranger caught Katniss’ eye, she let out a huff as she looked at Annie again. "I’m sorry.." Katniss placed both hands on Annie’s cheek as she pulled her face towards her’s and planted a kiss on her lips.

[becauseiinventedit]

Aaaaand that concludes out contest! :D First, I'd like to thank you all for participating--and, of course, for following. It means a lot to me. I could go on, BUT I'm pretty sure you'd rather I tell who won, right? :')

Before I do, let's have a round of applause for all the lovely people who entered:

whiskeymitch

askfinnickodairr

unfortunate-sentimental-streak

fromdistrict12thegirlonfire

notmadjustbroken

withacandletolight

district8sknifegirl

Go follow those people, they're fabulous! <3 And now, for the answer to the question: To whom does Beetee say my URL in CF? Let's see: 

❝There’s a long pause while we all digest Beetee’s plan. It seems a bit fantastical to me, impossible even. But why? I’ve set thousands of snares. Isn’t this just a larger snare with a more scientific component? Could it work? How can we even question it, we tributes trained to gather fish and lumber and coal? What do we know about harnessing power from the sky?

Peeta takes a stab at it. “Will that wire really be able to conduct that much power, Beetee? It looks so fragile, like it would just burn up.”

“Oh, it will. But not until the current has passed through it. It will act something like a fuse, in fact. Except the electricity will travel along it,” says Beetee.

“How do you know?” asks Johanna, clearly not convinced.

“Because I invented it,” says Beetee, as if slightly surprised.❞

Yes, my friends, Beetee says my URL--"Because I invented it"--to Johanna Mason! Which means are winners are whiskeymitch, unfortunate-sentimental-streak, and fromdistrict12thegirlonfire! Congrats, you guys! And to those who didn't win, keep your chins up--another contest when I hit 200 followers is forthcoming! Again, thank you all for entering, and even those who didn't enter, thank you for following. Ily you all. <3

[becauseiinventedit]

◙ {throws into your box even though we've never interacted}

❝In my head, I’ve called her Wiress.

                 More than once.❞

For every ◙ I get, my character will blurt out a painfully embarrassing thought they've had about yours or a character of your choosing.

[triidentis]

"Did I ever matter?" { insert feels here }

Did she ever matter?

His fingers moved through her hair, pressed to her temples. He wasn't entirely gentle. Finnick wasn't often mad at Annie, but sometimes--

          "Don't you know why I fight?"

She had to known, didn't she? Annie understood him better than himself most days. She was the chest he kept his heart in. Didn't she knew that there was no point in protecting anything, saving Panem, if she wasn't in it? The world had no value to him bereft of Annie Cresta.

          "If it comes down to you or letting everything burn--I'll light the match myself."

[finnickohere]

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7. A passionate kiss.

"Mark me down as the luckiest man in the world."