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[insanevictor]

Who did this?

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She had hoped that makeup would cover it, that she would be able to hidethe bruise that now nicely framed her eye but it just wasn’t possible. She haddone her best with the limited knowledge she had but it didn’t seem to havehelped. It was still visible and she couldn’t ask for help covering it up orpeople would ask questions. Annie didn’t want people asking questions.

For most of the day she had walked with her head down, making sure notto look at anyone. But when it came to Finnick, she couldn’t hide it.

Telling him the truth would make him mad, and lying to him wouldn’t helptheir relationship so when he asked about it, she didn’t have an answer. Shejust stood, opening and closing her mouth in the hopes that some words mightform a sentence and she might be able to respond. Eventually she did.

“It doesn’t matter Finnick, it isn’t that bad.”

[dilabrys]

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Another year another batch of tributes to be brought to their cull. The process didn't get easier, despite the other Mentor's assuring. As the train came to a halt, she dragged herself out of bed, putting on her clothes from her district, the offer to wear clothing to blend in with the rest of the capitol, but she preferred her own clothing, from home. She made her way off the train while the tributes were being escourted to meet with their stylists. She looked around the platform for any familiar Mentors, figuring she would have to wait until the train for 12 showed up, as the friend she'd made a year prior's Tribute had won. She made her way down the platform and caught a glint of blond. She quickened her pace, practically running towards him. "Finnick!" She called out. 

"What are you doing here? Where's... Where's what's her name? I thought she was taking your place?"

[madlittlemermaid-blog]

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They say every girl dreams of her wedding day, long for the exciting moments leading up to it but not Annie, not anymore. That’s not to say marrying her beloved Finnick wasn’t something that would fill her with an unbelievable amount of joy, it was just difficult to imagine such a happy event through the darkness in her mind, the chaos that now surrounded them. 

As the day dawned on them, it was more mesmerizing than she could have ever pictured but one single thing had her captivated from the second her eyes clasped it. Not the dress Katniss had so kindly lent her, not Autumn wonderland around them nor the hundreds of eyes silently gawking at the pair but Finnick Odair, how she had been lucky enough to have his love? she would never know but what she did know, she wouldn’t be the same person without him.

As her hand fell from his face leaving droplets of saltwater on his lips, Annie couldn’t control the scarlet blush that reddened her cheeks. Her Finnick, always so sweet and kind, even on their wedding day in front of so many she felt like it was just the two of them. “One kiss and you’ll be my husband.” She whispered in disbelief, as if needing him to confirm it.

[dilabrys]

@saintelmcsfire Mentoring, the unwelcome and nauseating duty of a victor. Of course, she knew this going into the games, but quickly forgot it shortly following. It’d been a few years doing this, escorting tributes only a couple of years shy of her own age to compete for each others untimely demise. This year was already going horribly. One tribute already gone and the other not doing well. If Haymitch, the mentor from District 12 had taught her anything, it’s that alcohol works like a numbing agent and boy, could she use it now. Someone had entered, demanding the attention of everyone in the room, suddenly. Johanna no longer had to look in the direction of the entrant. She placed the glass before her, and roller her eyes. “Don’t even start pretty boy, as I see it, it’s still one to one.”

[madlittlemermaid-blog]

Can I kiss you?

As her hand fell from his face leaving droplets of saltwater on his lips, Annie couldn’t control the scarlet blush that reddened her cheeks. Her Finnick, always so sweet and kind, even on their wedding day in front of so many she felt like it was just the two of them. “One kiss and you’ll be my husband.” 

[anniecr3sta-blog]

“I want to feel it kick.”

“Then stop fuzzing around and just put your hand on my belly, silly.”

[cverthelcve-blog]

“Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” ((100% finnick would say))

SEND ME A BAD PICK-UP LINE || Accepting

a small laugh left annie’s lips && she let the sound wash over her for a moment. it was far too RARE that a genuine sound like that filled the air, but it was getting easier with him around. ❝ is this your way of asking me                                    out on a date, finnick odair? ❞

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[cruentiia]

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                                                                    “Seriously?” 

The words were shouted at the screen as she watched her last tribute get impaled. They were followed by her throwing her hands up in frustration. The tributes she was given were pathetic this year, they hadn’t stood a chance and she didn’t know why the hell they volunteered in the first place. There was only so much she could do as a mentor, only so many sponsors she could get them, only so many tips she had to give. They hadn’t even made it to the final five. Pathetic for District Two. Shameful.

“Jesus, I need a drink. I’m too sober for this,” She muttered, getting up from her spot on the couch in the Mentor’s lounge to head for the door. Not watching where she was going, though, she basically smacked right into Finnick Odair, leaving her stumbling. “Watch it, fishboy.”