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iliveonteaandbooks · 6 months

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☾༓Hold You Close✧.*ೃ༄ Chapter 1: The Reaping ☾༓

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Warnings: Typical Hunger Games violence. For the sake of the story Finnick is sixteen and District 4 is not a Career District.

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" Fin?"

"Hm?"

"Tomorrow's The Reaping." I sighed.

He chuckled, untangling the barnacle covered net.

"Really?" he answered not looking up at me. "I had no idea."

I rolled my eyes. "C'mon Finnick, be serious." I pouted slightly and absentmindedly picked at a barnacle on my own net.

"Sorry love." he said still not looking up at me continuing to twiddle wit the nets.

Our nets were always like this. Tangled, knotted, torn, and covered in barnacles. We blamed it on the capitol for not caring for the districts enough, which was true, but it was really our fault. See, Finnick and I constantly goofed around. We always fished away from everyone else, we never got caught. Or at least we believed so. And really if the peacekeepers or capitol knew, they'd do something by now.

At first we'd be focused. Honestly. We'd actually fish, actually chatting here and there. But then...one of us would decide to mess with the other and from there the boat would tip and we'd both end up in the water laughing and splashing each other, nets tangled over us.

After a successful day of "fishing" we would swim and splash around, not that we didn't already do that all day. It was a different type of fun at this time of day: the sun setting on the horizon, the waves gently hitting our sides, and the sand tickling our feet. I always looked forward to this.

"Tomorrow's The Reaping." I repeated.

Finnick's face fell slightly, and he tried to cover it up with a joke again.

"I heard you the first hundred times, love." he grinned, but noticing your disapproving look, dropped the act, and looked back down at his nets.

"We're only fifteen..." he mumbled.

Finnick suddenly put down his nets, drawing your attention.

"How many times did you put your name in?" he asked looking deep into yours eyes.

"Nineteen times. Why?"

He sighed and went back to his nets. Then it dawned on me.

"Finnick..."

He stayed silent.

"Finnick...Finnick how many times?"

"It doesn't matter." he mumbled.

"Yes it does Finnick. How many times? Answer me." I said firmly.

"Fifty - five." he mumbled.

I gasped, and instantly regretted it. I knew that would make him feel bad.

"Oh Finnick!" I immediately jumped up latching on to his neck, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Oh, Finnick why?!! Why would you do such thing?" I knew why.

"You know why." he mumbled.

"Oh Finnick! I'm so sorry!" I sobbed.

"It'll be ok. We'll be ok."

Finnick's family lived on the poor side of District 4. His family having almost no money and barely enough to buy foods at times. My family wasn't any better, but I only had my mother and grandmother.

Finnick had more people to care for. A drunkard for a father, who waisted most of Finnick's earnings on alcohol. His mother didn't love him. Or any of her children for that matter. Finnick cared for all of them. I don't know how he did it. He had to younger brothers, one of which was an infant, and a little sister. All of them which I had met. They were very sweet and polite, surprisingly, considering the parents they had. I really didn't know how any of them survived. There were six people in the family, and Finnick took care of every single one of them.

"We can run away." he said pushing me slightly away to look into my red and swollen eyes, and wiped a stray tear away.

"Run away?" I chuckled.

"You laugh at me, but I'm serious." he grinned.

I just shook my head.

"Look. We take my siblings, we can take care of them, you always wanted children anyway, and we run to district 12. Beyond that is freedom. Can' t you see it. Just us on the run. Away from this awful life.

"Finnick..." I stroked his cheek gently. Boy, did that man have an imagination.

He sighed. "I know, I know. But it's not impossible.

I smiled at him, mesmerized by his stormy eyes.

"Y/n...whatever happens tomorrow..." but he was cut off by the bells of the city hall. It was time to go.

"Guess we gotta go." i sighed standing up, not really wanting to.

He nodded in agreement.

"What were you gonna say?" I asked.

"Oh nothing. I forgot anyway." he grinned.

"Ok then." you smiled. You didn't believe him. Something was troubling him.

You hugged him goodbye. "See you in the morning. Don't be late!" you scolded jokingly.

He merely chuckled. Waving you off as you headed opposite directions, the sunset almost fully set behind you by now.

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That night I couldn't sleep. Something felt wrong. Like something was going to happen.

Only when I saw the sun begin to rise did I finally fall asleep.

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When I woke up, a dress was already layed out for me. Probably by mother.

It was a beautiful sea green shirt dress that went down to mu knees.

Before putting it on I made sure to wash and then gently put on the dress tying the bow in the back.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, my mother walked in.

She smiled.

"You look more beautiful in that dress than I ever did."

"Thank you." I whispered.

She walked over and gently combed my hair and twisted it into a tight bun.

"Beautiful."

"Thank you mother."

My grandmother walked in as well commenting on my dress and how she remembered my mother in the same dress walking to her first reaping as a little girl. She told that story every year, and I listened patiently every time.

"C'mon Y/n...It's time to go." my mother said, gently pulling me by my arm as we headed to the main district square.

The walk there was silent. Each of us in our own thoughts.

I watched people walk out from their small houses. Little children's faces pale and eyes deep with worry and anxiety. My own emotions began to overflow as my gut began to have a weird feeling, like something was going to happen.

When we walked to the square, which was surrounded by shops and small buildings, most of which were closed due to the 'important' day. Slowly, the residents of District 4 began to trickle in and disperse into the specific, roped of sections.

My mother and grandmother got lost in the crowd of adults as I tried to spot Finnick's messy hair while slowly walking to the 16 year - old females.

The area became more and more cramped as more people trickled in, latecomers ushered to the back of the roped off sections.

As more sixteens gather around me, we merely exchange curt nods, barely knowing each other.

Next to the stage the mayor silently sits with his two sons and wife.

On the other side sit the previous victors of District 4.

As the town clock strikes twelve, the mayor begins reading the speech. It's the same one every year. How Panem rose up from the ashes, the uprising, punishment, blah - blah -blah...

I zoned out, searching for Finnick in the sea of seventeens. He was one year older than me. I spotted him in his sea green pants and white button up. I had to admit, he looked dashing.

He smiled, a blinding white smile, and gave me small wave.

I smiled back and drew my attention back to the now end of the mayor's speech and the reading of the list of the previous victors. In the past sixty four years we had exactly three victors, all three of which were sitting to the right of the stage.

Soon Cressida Cotrell, our District's escort, took the podium.

"Happy Hunger Games, my lovelies! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Her bright and sparkly lilac hair made my head dizzy as she walked back and forth across the stage in the sunlight. She goes on a little about what an honor it is to be there and so on.

I look back at Finnick, and think about his fifty - five names in the glass bowl and how the odds are not on his favor. And I maybe he's thinking the same thing because I notice his face darken slightly. I felt my heart squeeze. I wanted to reassure him. That there were thousands of other slips in the bowl.

It's time for the drawing. "As always: Ladies first!" she chirps and crosses to the glass bowl of girls' names. She reaches in, digs around, and slowly took out a slip of paper. The crowd draws their breath and then you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous.

Cressida Cotrell crosses back to the podium and in a loud, clear voice reads out the slip of paper out of thousands of other ones.

"Y/n Halloran."

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A/N: Hello guys! I had SOOOO much fun writing this and I have more up my sleeve, bare with me, I promise it will get better. Please comment! And let me know if you would like to be on the taglist! Thank you!

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random-xpressions · 4 months

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When you kiss someone's flaws, something very transformational happens, their broken wings heal instantly and they once again soar to heavenly flights. So kiss their flaws first, before you kiss their lips...

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toranekooo · 1 year

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what's the use of my new blush if i turn red when meeting your gaze anyway?!

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dearrevs · 10 months

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HAPPY VALENTINE!

This year I wanted to do something for the date, because I never do nothing for specials events.

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Here are the Finals 10 couples, Thank you so much for the support and love, I enjoyed so much draw each of them.

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madammuffins · 1 year

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hey! For your tmnt love series what are the time frames between each fic? Like the time between the leo cantered fic and the raph cantered fic, etc. And are the released in order of how they meet their s/o? Like chronologically Leo first, then Raph, then Donnie and last Mikey?

Hi! Thank you so much for this excellent question!

The order is:

Leo - who meets s/o on halloween

Raph - who meets s/o the following january

Donnie - who meets s/o that march

Mikey - who (technically meets s/o when they're 18) is official with s/o the following Christmas season

I have them numbered on Wattpad and AO3 sees them as part of a series, where they are also numbered in the corrected order.

That being said if one brother is a favorite the stories were made to be stand-alone. Some things are tying them all together (running gags, updates on characters from the other stories), but you do not have to read them all to understand what is going on, except the final story - Endlessly, Love.

Thank you for asking! Hope this cleared things up!! 🖤

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yourasianchingu · 2 years

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This scene warms my heart. Teh & Oh-Aew are so in love. Teh was so busy, both of them didn't had much time to spend together. But one glimpse of each other and they're happy. Unlike ITSAY Teh was more acceptire towards his feelings & their relationship.