#thg mags

[theknifegirlfromdistricttwo]

Friendly reminder that Mags had to watch all 75 reapings over the course of her life but died just shy of being able to see them end

[softestaries]

is there anything more devastating that mags hiding a hysterical little boy dressed in seashells from the cameras? if so why is it killer squirrels and beetee's heart breaking into fragments so small it can never be fixed?

[dove-like-the-bird]

😭😭😭

THE ABSOLUTE MOTHER OF THE TRIBUTES LIKE SHE'S SO SWEET AND ALSO POOR HAYMITCH

[you-askedforthis]

I’m obsessively thinking about what if Peeta’s name had been drawn and Haymitch volunteered (assuming Haymitch’s name wasn’t on both the slips).

Haymitch on the chariot ride with his sweetheart again…

Haymitch making alliances during training…

Haymitch trying to protect Mags and Wiress…

Then Beetee and Haymitch finish what Haymitch started with Ampert. They finally break the machine.

Snow would have crashed the fuck out at the idea of a District 12 rascal outsmarting him.

[shyjusticewarrior]

In the 11th games, Mags wanted to protect her district partner. In the 75th games, she finally got to.

[st4rgir222]

More on my characterization of Finnick Odair (aka a little shit) and Mags Flanagan… because this is my blog and Yes I must scream

Canonically we know that Mags is half of Finnick’s family, per Johanna in Catching Fire. Clearly she’s a maternal figure, enter whatever head-canon you prefer about this! What I say next fits.

Mags let that boy be a bratty fourteen year old/general teenage boy. Unapologetically. She saw fifty-three Victors before him, all after her mind you, that likely all grew up too quickly by nature of their situation. District 4 then gets the youngest Victor in the history of the Games, she’s not letting that happen to him in way she Can control.

Is she a push over? For a time, but how could you not?? He adores her, I’m sure he always did. Probably because maybe for the first time in his life someone actually treated him like a kid. Is she honest with him about his position in this grand Capitol Game that ends after his Hunger Games? Yes. Both can be true. She can remind him to mind his manners and still let him be a boy.

Idk just reminder that by our own modern standards, every District in Panem would be in poverty. Some just more than others. Reminder that D4 was in the rebel plot, and I doubt it was ever just Mags and Finnick “in” on the third quarter quell plot.

[cheriladycl01]

Show me em Sweetheart - Haymitch Abernathy x Reader Kinktober 2025

Plot: You and Haymitch are purely there for each other as the result of your traumas, but he can’t lie he does love your tits around him while he’s nursing a whiskey.

Warnings: trauma bond, kids dying (mentioned because of the universe I’m writing about) sex, tit job etc Minors DNI

If anything you and Haymitch were the perfect example of a trauma bond.

He’d won the gruelling 50th games where there was twice as many children reaped and still only 1 victor. Haymitch was that victor.

You won the 55th games and after that you became a mentor. Your saw him every year and saw him loose himself more and more each year the more he watched the kids he sent from 12 die.

Each year you’d gotten closer to talking to him until it hit the 60th games where you’d gotten your first candidate through and winning the games. You’d talked to him at the after party where one thing led to another and you’d ended up back at his hotel room that night and in his bed.

After that you’d sneak to 12 on the back of a wheat train and go to his home in the Victors Village. You didn’t care about Snow finding out as you didn’t really have anything left to loose as he’d taken everything from both you and Haymitch already. You only warmed each others beds for the mere convenience and feeling of being close to someone.

So that’s why you were here now in front of him. You’d snuck out right after you’d heard the news that you’d be reaped once again in the 75th anniversary. You knew it would be you as all the other female victors were dead. Haymitch had a chance but it was 50/50.

You were on your knees in front of him holding your tits either side of his cock that you’d just had in your mouth trying to get more lubricated so it slid between your cleavage a little easier.

“Fuck you know how to make a man feel good don’t you darling?” He asks looking down at you pushing his messy blonde hair back with his free hand that wasn’t nursing his drink.

“Well this might be the last time I can” you grin but there’s a hint of sadness but you don’t let it ruin the moment.

“Fuck keep doing that” he moans thrusting his hips up a little before taking a swig off the whiskey that was in his iced glass. His head gently leaned back before his hand fell to your cheek.

“You know, Katniss came to me earlier and practically begged me to take Peeta’s place” he says and you sigh, leaning into his hand that’s still on your cheek.

“Stop, let’s not talk about that” you say speeding up your movements before you lick the red and leaking tip of his cock that your tits are squishing like a vice.

“Alright, just thought I’d prewarn you” he sighs taking another sip before his head falls back a moan coming from his lips.

“That’s it, fuck all of this is worth it. The sneaking around, the lying. I’d do anything to stay right where I am now. Fuck you have a great pair of tits” he groans as he move his hips at the same time your moving your body up and down. You want to reach down inveteeen your legs so badly to release the pressure that’s making you shift from knee to knee just to have some kind of feeling rather than feeling nothing.

“It’s a shame really, I bet in another lifetime it’s you and me” he sighs before he puts his glass down on the chairs side table as he moves to hold your tits around him so that you can have a hand snake its way down into your underwear.

You start to rub your clit still moving up and down, it was actually perfect for if you were to ride your fingers in that motion to please both you and Haymitch. So you slip your fingers into your own dripping core knowing that the movement will be more than enough to get you both to a release.

You lean your free arm onto him for support as your thighs start to burn from the movement of bouncing up and down but the rewards are far greater than you’d expect. You’re squirting all over his wooden floorboards and he’s coming all over your tits the hot white ropes covering you nipples and chest. His fingers immediately go for it swiping a bit up to place across your lips. You lick them, with a thankful nod.

“Now you can ride me” he grins.

“Why do I have to do all the work” you frown at him crossing your arms a little annoyed at this.

“Well sweetheart, you for sure do it better than I do, don’t ya? So why don’t you get that sweet ass up here and do what your best at while I sit back and enjoy” he smirks and you shake your head but don’t stop standing and climbing to straddle him on the old and creaky arm chair he was posted in.

“Really?” You ask.

“Anything else is far to intimate in my … professional opinion. And you said strictly that this was just us being there for each other as friends” he says putting his hands up in defence as if a gun was being held in his face.

“Fine” you huff out before lining yourself up with him. His top was at your entrance as you move him hips down letting yourself swallow around him. Yours walls tight around his cock where he can feel every dip and dive of them and you can feel the long vein up his cock.

You hands take a solid grip on his shoulders before moving your hips up and down and in a circular motion getting a nice rhythm going that has Haymitch gripping onto your hips and pistoning his own up into you.

You clamp your mouth down on his neck trying to be as quiet as possible. If the peace keepers heard you and decided to investigate you wouldn’t be surprised if they killed you on the stop in front of Haymitch. Or maybe they wouldn’t as they then wouldn’t have a female for your District this year.

“Fuck” you breathily moan out as you feel him reach spots you didn’t even know you had let alone how possible they were to reach.

Shortly after you’re clamping down around him with a large shudder and holding yourself close to him as he empties himself inside you.

You pull yourself off him standing up with a long sight as your feel the lack of him inside you.

“Well I guess I’ll see you in the Capitol” you say getting off him, taking a flannel you’d wet earlier to make cleaning yourself off a little quicker.

“Yes you will” he says, pulling himself back into his pants before downing the rest of his liquor chucking it back his hair falling onto the back of his neck before he raises the glass in mock cheers to you.

“Maybe we’ll have one last rendezvous” he grins before sulking off into his house.

[writes-too-much]

This is exactly why Finnick is Mags' fav person:

I HC she LOVES that Finnick never treats her as frail, old, etc. She's always been his motherly Mentor, not the Old Mags most others are careful to hurt. She lives for it.

Very 'he makes me feel so young' despite everyone else being 'oh, shit, gotta be careful with Granny.'