Cw: anxiety, comments about beauty and youth, mention of death and fighting.
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Read part one and 2 here:
one’ and two’
The Capitol dressing room was alive with activity—stylists flitting around with last-minute touches, assistants holding mirrors, and the faint hum of voices echoing through the halls. You sat in front of the vanity, your reflection staring back at you, looking far more composed than you felt. The shimmering outfit you wore was tailored perfectly, another creation from your stylist that echoed the ocean theme of the parade.
But as you ran your fingers over the fabric, you felt that familiar weight in your chest, the same pressure you’d felt on the train and in the chariot. The Capitol might adore you right now, but you couldn’t shake the knowledge of what came next.
“You’re quiet,” Finnick’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced at him through the mirror. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face. “I’m not used to seeing you this serious. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “Just… trying to figure out how to survive another Capitol spectacle.”
Finnick chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. “It’s just an interview,” he said lightly. “If you survived the parade without tripping, you’ll survive this.”
You gave him a look. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”
He crouched down beside you, so you were at eye level. “You did more than survive the parade. The Capitol loves you. They’ll eat up whatever you give them tonight. All you have to do is flash that smile and pretend you’re not terrified.”
“I wasn’t smiling last night,” you muttered, your fingers tightening on the edge of the vanity. “I was just trying to breathe.”
“And they loved it,” he said, his tone softer now. “Trust me, you’re doing better than you think. Besides, you’ve got me in your corner. That has to count for something.”
It was hard to argue with the confidence in his voice. You glanced down at your lap, where your fingers brushed against the little carved fish he’d given you. It was smooth now from how often you’d held it, a small comfort against the chaos of the Capitol.
Before you could respond, your stylist appeared, fussing over your hair and making sure everything was perfect. Finnick stepped back, giving you space but keeping his sharp eyes on you. As the stylist finished, she placed her hands on your shoulders and smiled at you in the mirror. “You’re ready,” she said, though the words felt more like a command than reassurance.
When they called your name to go onstage, you froze for a moment, the noise from the crowd hitting you like a wall. Finnick must have noticed the hesitation because he stepped close enough to whisper, “Remember what I said—confidence. Even if you have to fake it.”
You nodded, standing up and forcing your legs to move. As you walked toward the stage, Finnick’s voice followed, low and teasing. “Don’t be too dazzling up there. I’d hate to lose the spotlight.”
You rolled your eyes, but his words pulled a reluctant smile from you. Maybe, just maybe, you could do this.
When the bright lights of the stage hit you, the roar of the crowd almost swallowed you whole. Caesar Flickerman’s beaming face greeted you, and you felt your heart pound just as it had in the parade. But you straightened your shoulders, forcing the fear down, and stepped into the spotlight.
The Capitol might have owned the arena, but here—on this stage—you could own them. At least for a little while.
Caesar welcomed you with his usual flair, extending his arms as the crowd roared. “Ladies and gentlemen, from District 4, the tribute who’s been making waves—let’s give them another Capitol welcome!”
The applause was deafening, and you forced a smile as you made your way to the seat beside him. Caesar was a master at his job, his charm and energy a lifeline for anyone who stepped into the spotlight. Still, your heart raced as you sat down, the bright lights making it hard to see past the first row of Capitol citizens.
“So,” Caesar began, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye, “you’ve already captured the Capitol’s attention. The parade last night was one for the books—how did it feel to have all eyes on you?”
You hesitated, gripping the armrest for a moment before answering. “It was… surreal,” you said honestly. “I didn’t expect that kind of reaction. It’s overwhelming, but I’m trying to take it one step at a time.”
Caesar nodded as if he completely understood. “Overwhelming, but you handled it with such grace. And let’s not forget that stunning outfit—you practically stole the show! Tell me, does confidence come naturally to you, or is it something you’ve had to work on?”
A flicker of uncertainty passed through you, but you quickly remembered Finnick’s advice. Be bold. “I think confidence is like swimming,” you said, your tone steady. “Sometimes you dive in headfirst, and sometimes you’re just trying not to drown. Either way, you keep moving.”
The crowd laughed and cheered, clearly entertained, and Caesar’s grin widened. “Well said! You’re already a natural at this. Now, tell me—what’s the secret to standing out in a sea of tributes? How do you make sure you’re remembered?”
You hesitated for just a beat, your eyes scanning the crowd before landing on Finnick, who stood near the edge of the stage, watching. His posture was casual, but there was something in his expression—a hint of pride, maybe—that gave you the courage to push forward. “I think the key is to just… be yourself. People can see through an act, but if you’re genuine, they’ll remember you for that.”
Caesar clapped his hands together, delighted. “Ah, authenticity! A rare quality in the Capitol, wouldn’t you agree?” He gestured to the audience, earning more laughter and applause. “But speaking of authenticity, I’ve heard you’ve got a pretty interesting mentor. What’s it like working with the famous Finnick Odair?”
The crowd erupted in excited murmurs, clearly eager for gossip, and you felt your face heat up. Finnick raised an eyebrow at you from the sidelines, a smirk playing at his lips. You cleared your throat, trying to sound casual. “He’s… helpful,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “He’s given me a lot of advice, and, well, he’s definitely good at keeping things interesting.”
Caesar leaned in, clearly loving the tension. “Interesting, you say? Care to elaborate?”
You shook your head, trying not to laugh. “Let’s just say he’s got a way with words.”
The crowd roared with laughter, and Caesar nodded knowingly. “Oh, we all know that! Finnick’s charm is legendary, after all. But don’t let him hog all the attention—you’re holding your own just fine.”
The rest of the interview went by in a blur of laughter and applause. By the time it was over, you felt a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. As you stepped off the stage, Finnick was waiting for you, arms crossed and that ever-present smirk on his face.
“‘A way with words,’ huh?” he teased, falling into step beside you.
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t get used to the compliments.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said smoothly, leaning in just enough that his voice was a low murmur meant only for you. “I’ve already gotten used to you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you refused to let him see the effect his words had on you. Instead, you quickened your pace, pretending not to notice the satisfied look on his face. The Capitol had their show, but it seemed Finnick had his own game—and whether you liked it or not, you were part of it now.
Repost and likes are very appreciated! Keep in mind that I read All comments and request on my page, so if anyone has ideas or requests for this series let me know.
I will say this series is planned too have at least 10 parts? I want it too end with the reader and finnick in district 13. 
How about flirty Cato and Marvel with a shy reader 👀 Please 🥺
I don’t know these characters as good, so excuse me if this is short or slightly inaccurate! Hope you enjoy :)
Cato:
Cato would take advantage of that and tease you so much
Flirting is a given with him, but your reactions make it so much better
“Looking good today, Y/N” He’s just really blunt about it
“Thanks…” You avert your gaze and start blushing
So Cato just laughs and holds your chin so you look at him
“What, you didn’t like my compliment?” He would smirk at you
“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” You chuckle when you realize what he’s doing
“What is it then?” Knowing you know, he gets all smug
“Stop it…” “But you’re so cute when you blush”
It’s always like this, him complimenting you and flustering you
And then teasing you about being so shy and making you blush
Marvel:
Marvel doesn’t really tease you about it, but he enjoys it
You’re actually adorable when you get all giggly and embarrassed
He would say something nice about you to make you smile
But seeing as you’re so shy, he would get a little cheeky
And comment something that would have you blushing in no time
And sure, he does it on purpose for sure, and laughs
But he doesn’t torture you any further than that
Might make a comment about how you’re cute, but that’s it
Still, he really enjoys how flustered you get
How you smile timidly and look away from him
Blushing and softly pushing him to get him to stop
He loves it, makes his day every time
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Prompt: "Maybe there is someone I love after all" with Johanna Mason / The Hunger Games; hopefully such one's fine :)
Thank you so much for the request! This is my first Johanna writing, so bear with me :P
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
When the arena stopped changing around us and we finally felt safe, we came to a halt. Breathing heavily because of the dash, I glanced at Johanna. She had risked her life to save me. Her eyes refused to meet with mine, perhaps because of the other people present.
“You still think the alliance was stupid, Jo?” I asked her to claim her attention.
We briefly locked eyes, but she didn’t reply. The others might have noticed the tension between her and me, because they walked away with the excuse of exploring the area.
Johanna still didn’t move, standing there motionless as her own elaborate breathing slowed down once she started recovering from the sprint. She was unusually quiet, and I knew something was wrong. I also had an idea of what it was.
“Are you hurt?” I asked her, looking her up and down searching for blood.
“No” Johanna finally spoke up, daring to look into my eyes.
“I thought you said every person to themselves” I reminded her, cocking an eyebrow. “Or did I imagine that?”
“I did say it” Her voice was surprisingly low and timid.
“You did” I teased her, trying to get a reaction out of her. “But I thought you didn’t care about anyone other than yourself, that there was no one you loved. Why try to save me then?”
“Maybe there is someone I love after all” Her glance met with mine, but she didn’t linger.
Astonished that she actually admitted it, I froze in place. Johanna rolled her eyes at me, awkwardly crossing her arms. After a few seconds, I recovered.
“Thank you, Jo” I just said, going in for a hug. To my surprise, she hugged me too.
“Don’t get used to it” Johanna pushed me off her and pointed at me. “I still hate your guts”
“Sure you do” A smile tugged at my lips. “You hate everyone and love no one”
“We have more important things to worry about right now” She started walking, grabbing my arm and tugging at it. “Let’s try to stay alive”
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Dating Clove (Hunger Games) would include? If possible, maybe an AU in which she survives? Like being a victor from a previous game or being persuaded not to volunteer for the 74th
Sorry, but I’m not familiar enough with Clove to write for that character.
Hi!! Can you do a ficlet where you’re Gale Hawthorne’s girlfriend and he comes home from the games :) with fluff
If you don’t mind, I will put this together with the other Gale ficlet request I got since I had an idea and they mix pretty well. Thanks for requesting!
Could you write a ficlet with Gale Hawthorne were he try’s to breakup with the reader because he knows other guys would provide for the reader better?? (no rebellion) I love your writing! 😊
I’m really sorry, nonny, but I’m really not inspired for this one 😔
Hi love your work, I wanted to request a gif reaction with hunger games Where your katness' little brother who got repped in the 75th hunger games by snow Could you get her reaction to getting repped and her reaction to you losing an eye but winning barely please? Have a good day 💜
A gif imagine? Sure, I’ll add it to my writing list, thanks for requesting! :)
