Mockingjay AU: Finnick and Annie renew their vows in District 4.
“President Snow used to…sell me…my body, that is,” Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone. “I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it. I wasn’t the only one, but I was the most popular. And perhaps the most defenceless, because the people I loved were so defenceless.
"Annie is just a poor crazy girl."
"Finnick just was with her because she is crazy."
"Annie is unable to have a relationship with Finnick or have her own autonomy."
"Finnick should stay with Johanna because Annie is crazy."
"Annie is harmless and won her Hunger Games by luck."
"Finnick and Annie were not careers-"
He hastily calls Finnick and Haymitch over and they have a brief but intense conversation that I can see Haymitch isn’t happy with. Plutarch seems to win—Finnick’s pale but nodding his head by the end of it. As Finnick moves to take my seat before the camera, Haymitch tells him, “You don’t have to do this."Yes, I do. If it will help her." Finnick balls up his rope in his hand. “I’m ready.”
"President Snow used to… sell me… my body, that is," Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone. "I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it."
friendly reminder that finnick odair is a precious human being who won the hunger games, mentored the love of his life to victory in another, was forced into prostitution at age 14, survived a quarter quell, and died to insure that no one else would have to go through what he did.
you know, just in case you forgot.
"The more you can distract yourself, the better," he says. "First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then, take mine."I spend the rest of the night on my mattress obsessively making knots […] By morning, my fingers are sore, but I’m still holding on.