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"Love" ~ Finnick
"Ans" ~ Finnick
"Ann" ~ Finnick & sometimes Mags
"Sweet girl" ~ Mags & Finnick
"The Victor Who Went Mad" ~ Citizens, victors, etc.
"Annie-girl" ~ Finnick

23 Years Old; December 12th

Red Hair, bangs, Blue eyes, 5'1

Straight

Born and raised District Four citizen
Small Unkept House ~ Formerly
Victors Village with Finnick and Mags

Victor ~ 70th Hunger Games

Family & Friends: 
{ Cordelia; Mother †} 
{ Dylan; Father † } 
{ Mags; Mother-like figure } 
{ Finnick; Boyfriend } 
{ Saylor; District Partner † } 
{ Johanna; Friend through Finnick } 

Played by: Stef Dawson

CREATED BY SUZANNE COLLINS



"Finn"  ~ Annie, Mags, Friends
"Finny" ~ Annie 
"The Capitol Darling" ~ Citizens, Victors, Etc
"The Golden Boy" ~ Citizens, Victors, Etc
"Kid" / "Kiddo" ~ Mags

24 Years Old; July 27th

Bronze Hair, Green Eyes, 5'11

Straight

Born and raised District Four Citizen
Victors Village with Mags and Annie

Fisherman
Victor of 65th Hunger Games
Mentor 66th Hunger Games on
Sex Worker (Unwillingly) 

Family and Friends: 
{ Marina; Mother † } 
{ Kai; Father † } 
{ Mags; "Adoptive" mother, Found mother } 
{ Annie; Girlfriend } 
{ Johanna; Best Friend } 

Played by: Sam Claflin

CREATED BY SUZANNE COLLINS



"The Pride of District Four" ~ Citizens, Victors, Etc

79 Years Old; May 6th

Grey Hair, Brown Eyes, 5'1

Straight

Born and Raised District Four Citizen
Victors Village with Annie and Finnick

Victor ~ 11th Hunger Games
Mentor ~ 12th Hunger Games on

Family & Friends: 
{ Mrs. Flanagan; Mother † } 
{ Mr. Flanagan; Father † }
{ Pierre; Husband † } 
{ Finnick; "Adoptive" Son / Found son } 
{ Annie; Daughter-like / Took her in } 
{ Haymitch; Friend / Former Mentee } 

Played By: Lynn Cohen

CREATED BY SUZANNE COLLINS

"Coryo" ~ Tigris, Sejanus
"Gent" ~ District 12 Peacekeepers
"President Snow" ~ People of Panem

83 Years Old; December 27th

White Hair, Pale Blue Eyes, 6'4

Straight

Born Capitol Citizen
District Two ~ During Peacekeeper Training
District Twelve ~ Deployed 

President of Panem
Academy Student ~ Graduated
Mentor ~ Formerly (10th Hunger Games) 
Student Aide ~ Formerly
Peacekeeper - Private ~ Honorably Discharged 
University Student ~ Graduated
Gamemaker intern ~ Formerly

Family & Friends: 
{ Crassus; Father † } 
{ Unnamed; Mother † }
{ Unnamed; Sister † } 
{ Unnamed; Wife }
{ Unnamed; Child } 
{ Unnamed; Granddaughter }
 { Grandma'am; Grandmother † } 
 { Mr. Snow; Grandfather † } 
{ Tigris; Cousin } 
{ Lucy Gray; Situationship † } 
{ Sejanus; Friend † } 

Played by: Donald Sutherland

CREATED BY SUZANNE COLLINS

MORE CHARACTERS COMING SOON!!!


TWS FOR STORY:
Bodies being sold, Death, Rape, Abuse, Suicide, Self Harm, Drug Abuse

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" And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end" ~ Voulez-Vous, ABBA

ANNIE
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APRIL 4TH; 7:15 PM - Victors Village, District Four
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"Ladies and gentlemen." President Snows voice booms over the hologram, his voice filling the living room. "This is the 75th year of the hunger games. And it was written in the charter of the games, that every 25 years there would be a quarter quell, to keep fresh, for every new generation, the memories of those who died, and the uprising against the Capitol." I think its kept fresh enough just the regular Games. "Each quarter quell is distinguished by games of a special significance." One quell the districts had to vote in their tributes. I couldn't imagine that, just being reaped regularly was horrible enough for me. Another year, there was twice the amount of tributes. "And now on this, the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion. We celebrate the third quarter quell." Celebrate? Oh, Panem. Theres nothing to celebrate about sending innocents into their deaths. "As a reminder that the clock of the Capitol will never run out, the male and female tributes will be reaped from those 19 and over."

My heart breaks for all those people. All of them thought they'd escaped the chances of being reaped. Now? They hadn't. They were back in the reaping bowl. I can't decide if it is worse for the 19 year olds, or the older people. The 19 year olds were probably celebrating not having to be in the Games this year. But the older people? They all probably thought it was long over for them. As it was promised to be. But, with Quarter Quells its like theres no rules. The Capitol has no rules to their torture.

I glance over at Mags, who sits on the opposite side of Finnick. I couldn't imagine it being someone like her having to go into the games. Someone her age, with a reputation like her. Mags is safe from it though, as she's a victor like me and Finnick. I shift my head on his shoulder, to look up at him. He looks down in return, giving me a little smile, a hand moving to play with my hair.

I can't decide if him having to train older people, ranging from 19 to possibly 90 years old (Not many people in the districts make it to that age, but theres a chance.) will be worse or better than training those 12-18. I just hope that his tributes don't die in horrible ways, that any of the tributes don't. Some tributes deaths are horrible in some of the games. Like my district partner. But his death wouldn't be one of the worst even if you put all of them against each other. It's horrible to think about. 

Theres three months until more live broadcasted deaths, though. Three months until another Games. Three more months of just me, Finnick, and the beach. And Mags as well. I enjoy all the time I can with Finnick. The Capitol isn't the biggest fan of us together, so we have to keep on the down low outside of District Four and the other victors. Though, they also aren't the biggest fan of me, because of how I coped after my games, because of my trauma. They tend to not have be go to the Capitol unless necessary, so I don't embarrass them, so we don't have to try super hard to hide our love. Finnick is known to 'sleep around' in the Capitol. But I know the truth, its not his choice to. He told me when it started, so I wouldn't think he was cheating on me or betraying me or anything. I could never think he was betraying me or cheating on me though. I know he loves me too much to do that. 

The Capitol chooses victors they find desirable, and force them to sleep with clients. He said that they threatened me if he didn't. It's actually part of how I ended up in my games, but thats another story. So he had to do it, has to do it, I mean. Every few months he goes, sometimes more often if the Capitol chooses. The time he's there for varies. The Capitol finds a different reason to send out why he's there, like a photoshoot or something, but almost all the victors know the real truth. Almost all of them have to do it, or had to for some time. 

Finnicks voice snaps me out of my thoughts, asking me what I wanted for dinner. After most things related to the games, he tries to change the conversation away from it. I never known if he does it for, me, or just both of us. But I appreciate it any way.

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"You and me belong together. This love is all we need" ~ Belong Together, Mark Ambor

ANNIE
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APRIL 5TH: 1:28 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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I have trouble sleeping, like always. I fell asleep for a bit, but then woke back up. Now, I've just been laying here for what feels like forever, on my side, holding the little stuffed turtle Finnick gave me years ago. Around what I guessed was 1 am, I hear noises from Finnick. They were quiet, and barley there, but I heard them. I turn around in bed, looking at his sleeping form. He was definitely having a nightmare. 

He had them a lot, though he didn't know I knew he was still having them, as he doesn't wake up like I do from them. He lets out quiet little whimpers, and little mumbles of unintelligible things. I wish I could take the nightmares away from him. Make them all disappear. I wish I could just take all of his struggles. I just want him to be safe and okay.

I shift some, so I could be laying more against him, it always seemed to help him when I am close to him, when he has nightmares. His body just seems to naturally relax with having me close, just as mine with him. 

I gently kiss his bare chest, where my head now lays. I don't kiss it in the way his clients do. I never kiss him the way they do. All my kisses are full of just pure love and care. He calls them kisses of sunshine. I like kissing random places of him, to show him my love, to show him how I care about him, the REAL him, not the him the Capitol and his clients see. I see the parts of Finnick no one else sees. The parts he'd never want anyone else to see. The scared parts. The upset parts. The parts full of fear. The HUMAN parts. 

I see the real him, he sees the real me. Everyone else saw what the Capitol did to me, he saw what I was before. He loved me through it all. Just as I have with him. 

After a while, my eyes begin to feel heavy again, and I drift asleep.

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"My heart is yours, it's you that I hold on to" ~ Sparks, Coldplay

ANNIE
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APRIL 5TH: 7:03 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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I wake up early in the morning, the waves crashing outside the window. I had shifted off of Finnick again in my sleep, I can never seem to stay still. Once I apparently moved around so much Finnick almost fell off the bed. I apologized about a million times when he told me.

I quietly get out of bed, being careful not to wake Finnick. I then walk across the room, and go into the closet to change. My clothes mostly consists of dresses, skirts, and blouses. I don't like wearing pants unless I have to, I strongly prefer dresses and skirts. I pick out a light blue floral skirt that falls to just below my knees, and a light blue blouse.

Once I'm changed, I leave the closet, making sure Finnick is still asleep. I then go into the bathroom, and brush my teeth and hair. I also put on a bandana that matched my skirt. I love wearing bandanas, I can't explain why. I put on some jewelry that I made out of seashells and thin rope. 

I go downstairs, deciding to make some breakfast for the three of us. We need to go in to town to get more food, but I make do with what we currently have. We are some of the lucky people to have enough money to afford food, due to being Victors. I like to buy food for others as well, but we have to keep it kinda quiet. 

I make pancakes, with some little strawberries I grew on the side. I like growing my own food, if possible. Its something to do to keep my mind off everything, plus getting to go outside and pick them is nice. Mags woke up and came out of her room halfway through me making the pancakes, so she helped me cut the strawberries and such.

Finnick woke up a bit later, to the smell of fresh pancakes. I could tell he was wondering where I went off to and what the smell was, as he came down the stairs in the same clothes he went to bed in, no shirt and some pajama pants. His hair was also messy, not at the state he normally liked it in. I liked when his hair was messy though, but I also just like everything about him.

"Good morning, Finny," I say as he enters the kitchen. I gave him that nickname ages ago, when we were just kids. He probably won't admit it, but I know he loves it. He always gives the same smile and look when I use it. 

"Mornin' Love," He replied, with a little smile. He came closer to me, wrapping one of his hands around my waist with a kiss to my hair, moving the bandana out of the way slightly to do so, his face lingering there for a second. I love when he does that. I also love when he calls me 'love', it just does something to me that I can't explain when he says it to me in his District Four accent. 

"I made Pancakes," I reply, grabbing one of the plates with pancakes and strawberries on it, putting it in front of him. The pancakes I made for him specifically were in the shape of hearts.

He takes a bite, being extra dramatic with his reaction to it. "Ohh my Panemmm," He says, his voice super exaggerated "This is the BEST pancake I've ever had in my entireee life,"

I giggle at his reaction, a big smile on my face, "Its not thattt good, Finn." I say with more giggles

"Oh come on, Ans, Its amazing. Best pancakes ever. And the strawberries? Mm. Delicious. Did you grow them yourself?" He said, the smile on his face growing. He definitely was exaggerating.

"Finn, stop. You're embarrassing" I say, my smile growing more, giggles still falling from my mouth

"Hey, I'm just trying to enjoy the food my lovely girlfriend made." He said, putting his hands in the air, the smile on his face even bigger now. He then looked towards Mags, who was on the other side of the island eating her pancakes. "Mags, aren't these the best pancakes ever?" 

Mags nodded, and signed back 'they're very good, dear.'  Mags speech isn't the best due to her age and some other things, so the three of us learned sign language so we can still communicate without being right up next to her to hear her quiet, garbled words.

"See, Mags agrees," Finnick said, looking back to me

"Okay, okay, Finny, you win. They're really good pancakes." I finally surrender, giggling more. He then pulls me into a little kiss, my eyes flutter closed as they always do when we kiss. The kiss only last a few seconds, but it still holds so much space in my heart. He always manages to make even the tiniest kisses so sweet, enjoyable, and just overall lovely. I love my Finny. His silly exaggerations and all.

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"As long as I gaze on the Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise" - Waterloo Sunset, The Kinks

ANNIE
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APRIL 5TH: 12 PM - Town Square/Market Place, District 4
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Finnick and I decided to go into town to get some more food and such. Its a bit of a walk from the Victors Village as District Four is big and the Victors Village is in a more private area on the beach. The walks very nice though, so I don't mind. The market is connected to the town square, which is located by another section of the beach. It's a very nice place, besides all that goes down in front of the Justice Center. The school Finnick and I attended is also nearby it. Once we get there, Finnick went off to get some food while I looked at some other stuff.

At one of the stands, I find two small-ish pieces of metal, an idea instantly sparks in my head. I give the shopkeeper some money for it, and stick them into my small bag. I also got some stuff to make more hair clips, jewelry and stuff at the same stand.

I also got some items for tea and such at another stand. I make sure to get extra sugar cubes for Finnick, he loves sugar cubes and would even eat them by themselves sometimes. I always found that funny, but I never judged him for it. I eat weird things as well.

I found Finnick at one of the food stands, buying some of the food Mags asked us to buy. I approached him, slipping my hand into his and interlacing our fingers. He seems to recognize its me without even needing to look, his hand also lacing with mine.

We spent a little longer there, just getting all the stuff Mags wanted us to get as well as some additional things before making our way back home. As we are walking, he pulls something out of one of the bags of things he bough, handing it to me. "Got this for you, Love."

It was some of my favorite candy from the sweet shop in town. I hadn't had it in ages though, not since we were younger. I immediately smile, taking it from him. They are little gummies, in the shapes of different sea animals—Sharks, Turtles, Octopuses, and Crabs— each animal is a different flavor. I can't believe he remembered how much I used to like these "Thank you, Finny." Now I'm even more excited for the gift I plan to make him.

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"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings" - Paper Rings, Taylor Swift

ANNIE
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APRIL 8TH: 2 PM - Victors Village, District Four
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It takes me three days to finish Finnicks part of the gift. I had to do it in the rare times we were away from each other. So when he was fishing, showering alone, or something like that. One night I worked on it quietly in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. 

I wanted to wait until I made my part of it to give it to him. But I just couldn't. 

We went down to the beach in the afternoon, I waited until we swam for a while and then went back to shore. We sat in the sand for a little, before I grabbed it from my bag woven by Mags. "Finnyyy" I say, getting his attention

"What is it, love?" He says, looking down at me. Stars above the sea, I just love when he calls me 'love.' It makes me blush every time, even all these years later. I almost forget what I was doing for a second.

"I made you something." I say, holding out the item. Its a little ring, shaped in the shape of a trident. 

"You're holding it as if you're proposing to me, Love." He said, with a little laugh. I can just barley catch the joking tone in his voice. I've never been good at telling if people were joking or not, I don't know why.

"I wish, but you know we can't. I just thought it would be cute to make you." I say, with a little smile. We can't get married or anything while he's still under the grasp of the Capitol. It wouldn't be as pleasing to those who want to buy him if he's married, or even just in a relationship. So we have to keep it all quiet outside of District Four. "You can take it as being a promise ring, I guess." I say, looking down at it, before looking back up at him. I'm nervous. I don't know why. I shift slightly in the sand we are sitting on. 

"I love it, Ans. You made it yourself, you said?" He said, grabbing the ring from me, a smile on his face. "Its perfect." He said, slipping it on his finger, luckily it fit perfectly. He then leaned over and gave me a kiss, his lips soft against mine. I return the kiss back. 

In this moment, its just him and me. No Capitol. No Games. No people wanting to buy him. Just me and him. On the beach, alone. I wish it could be like this forever. Sometimes, I do dream of Finnick, Mags, and I taking one of the boats and sailing far, far away from here. I'm sure there's something else out there. Somewhere. Somewhere without Hunger Games. Somewhere we can be safe and free. Somewhere where we can be married and have kids in peace. Somewhere we can be us. The true us.

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"i keep fighting voices in my mind that say i'm not enough" - You Say, Lauren Daigle

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ANNIE
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APRIL 10TH: 10 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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Today is not a good day. I'm not sure why, it just isn't. 

I've spent most of the morning in bed, because I just can't bring myself to get up. I get like this a lot. Ever since my games. It got better recently, but for some reason I'm like it again today.

Finnick brought me breakfast in bed, and he's also spent most of the morning sitting with me in bed. Keeping me company. Not trying to pressure me to get up or anything. Just sitting with me. It makes me feel bad knowing he knows how to handle stuff when I get like this. I wish I wasn't like this. 

I remember all their names. Everyone from my games. Those that I didn't know before going in, I learned after. They all died so I could live. And for what? I'm sure any one of them would've not been broken like I am after.

The Capitol may have removed the physical scars from the arena, but they can never remove the mental ones.

I've always been known as something. Something normally not good. 

 After my dad died I used to hear them whispering in the school yard, or the town square, "Her dad was an abusive druggy, he helped drive her mom to suicide. He abused her too, up until he took too much and died."  I was ashamed to go anywhere for a while after his death. I didn't have anyone left, so Mags took me in. I began living with her and Finnick, where I still do now. 

Now, it's all "She's the victor who went mad"  or "That girl is crazy, is what she is. No other victor is that way, just her."  Why can't I just be known as me? As Annie. Not the crazy one. Not the mad one. Not the girl whose dad was abusive. Not the girl whose mom killed herself. Just. Annie.

My wrists burn. The memories from what I did years ago come flashing back. The scars down the inside of each of my wrists. 

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"Don't let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off, can be turned on" - Call Your Mom, Noah Kahan

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APRIL 10TH: 10 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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I've spent almost all morning in bed with Annie. She's having one of those days again. I can't say I'm not worried about her.  Because I am. I'm always worried about her. Every waking minute. 

I don't try to force her to get up, or say anything. I know none of that would help. I've done this about a million times before. I know what helps and what doesn't help. 

And right now, that's just sitting here with her. Being there for her. Waiting until she chooses to talk or get up. I'll sit here with her all day if its what she wants. 

I steal glances at her every now and then, making sure she's still okay. She's on her side of the bed, laying on her side with Mr. Turtle in her arms, staring off at nothing. My heart squeezes at the sight. I may be THE Finnick Odair, but I do still worry about my girl.

I wish I could just take everything bad thats happened to her. Make it all mine. She's too sweet and innocent for it all. She's the kindest person anyone could meet. I wish I could be half as good as her.

I look back down at my piece of rope, tying and untying a million knots into it. 

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"My love is mine, all mine." - My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

ANNIE
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APRIL 11TH: 6:30 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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The next day I'm fine again. Back to normal like nothing happened. 

I wake up early, Finnick's still completely asleep next to me. I can tell I moved around a lot in my sleep, as he's near the edge of his side of the bed and the blanket is slightly off of him. I carefully put it back over him, to cover him completely. I didn't want him to get cold.

I quietly get out of bed, change, and do my hair and brush my teeth. After I'm done with that all, I walk over to the desk in the room. Its mainly just full of stuff for me to make jewelry. I grab the stuff to make some jewelry, but instead of sitting in the chair, I decide to sit on the floor next to the desk. I like sitting on the floor, it's nice. 

I make a necklace and a bracelet, glancing up at Finnick every few moments. He's still fast asleep, I just feel like I have to keep looking up at him. I like looking at him, I'd look at him for the rest of my life if I could.

After I finish the bracelet, I begin working on a crown I promised one of the District kids I'd make for them. Lots of the District kids know who I am, they enjoy playing with my hair and stuff. They also like looking at all the seashell jewelry I've made. They are very sweet kids. 

After a while, around 7:40ish, Finnick began to wake up. His arm moves out to find me on the bed, but obviously he wouldn't. He sat up, to see where I was. I know he worries about me sometimes. Especially after yesterday, its expected for him to seem worried when I wasn't next to him in bed.

"Hi." I say, placing my jewelry and stuff to the side, and standing up. I walk over to the bed, climbing onto it and sitting next to Finnick, against his side

"Hi, my love," He says in return, wrapping his arm around me with a kiss to my hair. He lingers there for a second, just like he always does. He says my hair always smells the best, I don't believe that, but he does. 

I cuddle up more against his side, I like being as close to him as possible, and although he probably won't say it, I know he likes it too. 

We sit there like that for a while, just cuddled up in each others presence. We don't need words. We understand each other just fine by just sitting there.

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"You and me, belong together" - You and Me Belong Together, Mark Turns

ANNIE
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APRIL 11TH: 9:30 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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After breakfast, Finnick and I decide to go to the beach while Mags goes out to town and some of the small areas in District Four to see if anyone needs medical help. Mags is the closest thing District Four has to a doctor, everyone goes to her when needed. She also is like everyones mom, Finnick and I were the lucky ones to get to live with her. 

I go back upstairs to our room and change into my swimsuit. Even my swimsuits like a dress. it has a skirt, with shorts underneath. It also has sleeve-like things that go from the end of my shoulder to a bit above my elbow. Mags and I made it together, because I thought it would be something cute. 

After I change and grab my woven bag, I go back down stairs to find Finnick. His swimsuit was downstairs for some reason, so he changed down there. 

We walk together down the boardwalk to the beach. It's one of the only nice things about being a victor in District Four, getting to live on the beach. A private beach, at that. Besides the other victors, but they rarely come out here. 

We set our stuff down a bit up on the beach, so the tide doesn't wash it away. We swim for a while, just messing around as if we were kids again. I miss when we were younger and hadn't been touched by the Games yet. But, I'm just glad to still have Finnick next to me through everything.

After we finish swimming, we go back up to shore, where our stuff is. Finnick sits down, and convinces me to sit in between his legs against his back, I'm very easy to persuade, so I do so. We sit like that for a while, his arms wrapped around me, mine on his. It just feels so right. 

He presses a kiss to my wet hair "I love you," He mumbles into it. 

Everytime I hear those words, it's like it's the first time all again. He always makes me flustered, even all these years later. "I love you," I repeat. I never like saying the 'too', it sounds like I'm being forced to say it back. So I always say the three words 'I love you.' The 'I' included, not just 'love you'. 

I wish we could sit like this together. Not have to worry about the Capitol, or The Hunger Games, or anything like that. Just us together, in peace with no worries. Maybe in whatever universe that is, we'd also be able to get married.

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(No song this chapter) 

ANNIE
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MAY 6TH: 9 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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 The past few weeks have been as good as they can be. Both Finnick and I have had some nightmares, and I've had some of my 'episodes' over that time, but nothing super bad. Not as bad as it used to be. 

It's Mags birthday, she turns eighty today, we're gonna have a dinner tonight to celebrate it. I, maybe with some little help from Finnick, am gonna make shrimp scampi and baked salmon. She likes both of those things, so I wanna do something she likes for it. 

I also made her some new jewelry, made out of a bunch of shells I showed her that she liked. I made her a necklace and anklet. I also decorated her cane for her, made it more fun. Not just the boring color it is. It now has seashells and stuff on it, and it looks similar to the beach. I already gave her that, since obviously she needs it, and she loved it. 

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7:40 PM - Victors Village, District Four
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I spent a while making dinner, Finnick was 'helping me' cook, but really he was just sitting on the counter and occasionally handing me things. He kept making me laugh and almost drop the food though. 

We spent most of the day before this just all three of us hanging out, Mags decided not to go out to town today to see if anyone needed help. We spent some time on the beach, to just have fun and be us. As if the Capitol didn't exist. 

Now, the three of us are all sitting at the dinner table. Due to Mags' deteriorating speech, we all use sign language to talk when she's around, though me and Finnick do also say our words out loud. Mags tells us stories about patients she's treated, some of them are stories we've heard a million times before, some are newer. The moral of the story though: District Four jobs are VERY dangerous. People get hurt from it all the time. 

After we finish eating, I go grab the dessert I made. It was just some of her favorite sweet/dessert like things, Crab Rangoon and Strawberry Shortcake. She tells me I didn't have to do all this, but I just respond saying I wanted to. Because I care about her. I'm more thankful for her than she could ever know. After my parents died, she took me in. She kept me from having to go to the District Group Home. She fed me, housed me, and loved me. So I'm gonna make her birthday special and make things she likes for her. 

At the end of the day, I fall asleep easy, as does Finnick. Today was a good day. A day not tainted or ruined by the Capitol. A day as if the Capitol and what the three of us went through never happened. 

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"Did you not read the (Victor) policy? That defined you as (Capitol) property?" - The Fine Print, The Stupendium

ANNIE
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JUNE 4TH: 11:40 AM - Victors Village, District Four
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A month before the games, a letter arrives, hand delivered by peacekeepers. I know where its from before even looking at it properly. Because of its rose wax seal and the hand delivering. The Capitol. When Finnick flips it over to see who specifically its to, my name is plastered on it in big letters, a capitol wax seal in the corner. Why are they writing me? Normally letters are to Mags or Finnick, not me. I gently take it from him, and open it. I skim it, reading the fancy printed letters. I feel my heart stop. No. It can't be. They can't want this.

'We request that you, Annie Cresta, Victor of the 70th Hunger Games, attend this years Hunger Games, the 75th Annual Games. You will not be mentoring a tribute, but you will attend and stay within the mentor zones with the District Four mentors Mags Flanagan and Finnick Odair.' 

Why? Why do they suddenly want me to come? They've previously avoided me coming at all costs, as they're embarrassed of me for the mental issues they mostly inflicted on me. They made me this way, and they don't want anyone to see me. But now suddenly they want me to go? It makes zero sense. I know theres no getting out of it though. 

Next thing I know I'm on the floor of the entry way struggling to breathe. I gasp for air, my chest feels like its closing in on itself. I feel Finnicks arms wrap around me. Hugging me, not too tight, but enough to make sure I know he's there. "Breathe, love, breathe." He whispers into my ear. I try. I try to breathe. Its hard.

"Shhh.. Come on love, just breathe.." I feel tears falling down my face as I'm still gasping for air. Why can't I just breathe? I try harder to breathe. Finnick begins to play with my hair. It helps, like it always does. My breathing becomes a bit more controlled, but its still not the best. He keeps whispering things to me, words of encouragement, telling me to breathe and such. 

He manages to calm me down, my breathing evens out, though I'm still crying. Finnick gently takes the letter from me, reading it for himself. "Ans.." He said, wrapping his arms around me more. "I'll protect you, okay? It'll be okay. They probably just want you there for press." He said, his hand starting to play with my hair again. "It'll be okay." He whispered again, but it sounds more like he's telling himself that, not me. 

I don't want to go to the Capitol. I can't. I haven't been there since around the time of my games. It was bad. I don't remember it all too well, it was a blur, but what I do remember was really bad. I never want to relive it. And now I may have to? I can't do this. But I know there is no other choice. Whatever the Capitol says you have to do, you have to do it. Or they'll do something about you.

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"I have loved you for a thousand years, I'd love you for a thousand more." - A Thousand Years, James Arthur

ANNIE
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JULY 1ST: 11 PM - Victors Village, District Four
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I wake up Mags, I feel bad for it, but I need her help. I've been having headaches, cramping, nausea, etc., that just won't go away. I just want to make sure it's nothing bad, especially since The Reaping is in three days. I have to go back to the Capitol in three days. Being sick there wouldn't be fun. I don't get Finnick involved, as I don't want him to be worried, plus he just fell asleep.

Mags, despite being sleepy, got up to check me out. She did a physical exam to see if it was a basic stomach bug or something like that. But she didn't seem to think it was that. She decided to have me take a pregnancy test just in case. I've never done one before, or seen one. It's not a common thing to have this stick. The Capitol apparently has them, but just like almost everything they have, the Districts don't. But because we are victors we have access to stuff they don't. 

I do what Mags told me to, and then give it back to her. After she makes me tea, she checks it again. I'm pregnant. Pregnant. By someone who isn't even supposed to be with me. How are we gonna keep this under wraps? It will come out that Finnick's dating me. The Capitol will be so mad. It'll ruin them selling Finnick. Their star amongst their clients. This is bad. It's really bad. They threaten to kill your family if you don't agree to be sold. What will they do now that he's gotten me, a fellow victor who everyone finds mad, pregnant? What will they do to him? I don't want them to hurt him or anything; they've already done enough of that.

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JULY 2ND: 9 AM - Victor's Village, District Four
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The next morning, I know I have to tell him. I barely slept last night, trying to come up with how to tell him. How do you even tell one this? If our situation were different, if we weren't under the hands of the Capitol, it would be easier. I wouldn't be scared. But I am scared. I'm scared for him. For what the Capitol may do. I'm scared for the baby. I'm scared that the Capitol will do something to my baby. Oh, Panem. What if my child gets put into the Games one day? I couldn't handle that. A child of two victors reaped for the games. My Child. Finnick's and my Child. That would be horrible. 

I wait for him to wake up; while I'm waiting, I decide to cook him breakfast. He doesn't always eat breakfast, and honestly, neither do I, but I need something to do while I wait. I make cinnamon rolls, shaping them all into hearts. Once they are done, I put lots of the icing on them; the icing plays a big role in their taste, in my opinion. Soon after I finish, I hear his footsteps moving upstairs before coming down the stairs. He kisses my cheek in greeting before sitting down at one of the chairs at the island. 

I hand him a plate with two heart-shaped cinnamon rolls on it. I think he can tell I'm trying to figure out how to tell him something, because of the way he's looking at me. After a bit, I decide I just need to tell him. "Finnick," I say, actually looking at his eyes, not his nose, hair or something like I usually do as I don't like eye contact much. He looks back at me, also making eye contact. His green eyes staring into mine, he replies "Annie," 

I'm silent for a little, trying to decide what to say. Do I just outright say it? Do I try to make it more memorable? Sweet? I don't know what to do. Due to not being able to decide, I blurt it out before I can even process that I am. "I'm pregnant," My voice is quieter than I mean it too. Almost like I'm scared. But I am. I don't know how he'll react. I know he will be happy, but will he also be mad? Upset? I don't know. He's silent, just staring at me. I can't read his expression like I normally can. Maybe I'm just too scared and overthinking to do so. 

After a moment, he springs up, walking over to me, hugging me. "Thats.. That's amazing Annie. When'd ya find out, Love?" He sounds happy. Genuinely happy. Maybe it is an amazing thing and I'm just overthinking it all. Maybe we'll be able to keep it under wraps for long enough to figure out what to do, so none of us get hurt by the Capitol. "Last night," I finally answer "Late last night. After you went to bed." He hugs me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hair. Maybe everything will be okay. Maybe we will get to have our own family. If only it was in a world without the Capitol and the Games. A world like that would be so much better. But I know a world like that could never exist.

I know I love My Finnick. and our child. This world couldn't change that. 

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