BAD FEELING part. 25
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Note: This chapter contains SMUT. We are all adults so it's okay, but if you are a MINOR, or someone who's name is Elle and has to watch me in the eyes after this day for example, or you simply don't enjoy it, you can skip it. It doesn't change anything for the plot. It begins with the bold "He pins" and it ends with the bold "Kisses you".
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25. The offer
When you wake up two hours later Haymitch is in the shower, using his minutes of hot water per day. You close your eyes, feeling the sheets on your skin. The headache is gone, but you don’t want to get up and face the world right now.
When Haymitch comes to the door, dressed only in a towel around his hips, you watch him with doe eyes. He has a surprisingly fit body for a forty year old who has not done a single physical activity for years except for… worrying, you suppose. His shoulders are strong and firm and while he does not have a six pack, his chest is solid. His arms are shaped and muscular. He has scars all over his body, but you don’t mind, you have yours. It proves he is a fighter, a victor.
Your mouth is watering. He is too handsome for his own good and you think you should celebrate your victory in the trial and suppress your mind from thinking about the people in the mission and your job.
«I say you noticed the toothbrush I sneaked out for you. You are here all the time, it’s only… Hey, like what you see, Sweetheart?» He smirks, noticing your ogling. You giggle and then pout a little when he doesn’t stop.
«Drop the towel and return to bed with me, Sir.» You order. To convince him better, you start to lower the zip in the uniform, slowly revealing your black bra and your underwear. His eyes widen and you just love his reaction.
«The drug in your system…» He begins, but you throw the uniform out of the bed and you practically toss him under you. He won’t be under you for much, you already know.
«Is gone. I’m your Daisy now.» You reassure him with a kiss, and then another, and another one, until you start peppering kisses on his neck and chest.
«My Daisy…» He closes his eyes in complete pleasure under your caresses and for a minute you think you won this contest, but he starts talking again. «If Coin wants me, I have to go.»
«She has to get in line.» Your pout deepens.
«Daisy.» He tries to laugh and to kiss your pout away - the very reason you have one, actually - but now you grow annoyed.
«If you don’t want me you can just tell me.»
«I think you noticed how much I want you, Gorgeous.» It’s your turn to smirk at his confession, «But I have to check on the mission. What if they have news?»
«Nothing happened. Don’t you have a beeping thing? They beep if they need you, and you can’t go in otherwise.» You lean for another peck. «You can just as well stay with me.» You bite his lobe. «I can make you forget. Just a little pause from worrying.»
He closes his eyes again and his hands are roaming through your body now, checking your thighs first and then keading your breasts, your ass, with so much strength you let out a moan. «You are so beautiful.» He whispers. «What did I do to have you?»
«I’m sure your life was full of sins and somebody chose me as the right torture.» You murmur against his ears, and offhanded with a pelvis hit he is obviously on top again.
«The sweetest torture.»
He pins his knees to hover over you, tracing a line of wet kisses against your skin. He nuzzles your breasts and then your shoulders with his callous hands and you trap his thumb into your mouth. You bite him a little, letting him go with an outrageous “pop”.
«Good girls don’t bite.» He reminds you. You look at him with big wide doe eyes, the most innocent look you have.
«And bad girls, sir?» You whisper, and you immediately feel how the word affects him. He’s got a thing for control in bed, he is the one who gives orders. You don’t always follow him blindly.
«Bad girls get punished.» He murmurs in your ear and you gasp in delight when he closes his hands around your neck, adding a bit of pressure. He would never do that without your consent, but you just adore it. He never hurts you, he knows how much he can press.
«Say that you are mine.» He commands, his eyes are almost predatory, he is a wild animal right now. He looks at you like you are a delicious meal and he is about to eat you, to devour you. It’s intoxicating.
«Am I?» You ask, enjoying the weight on your body and the pressure on your throat. «But you don’t want me.»
«Daisy…» He warns you, one of his hands going down between your legs to caress you before daring to give you a spank. «Is this mine?»
«I’m all yours.» You cry out, tears in your eyes from the sensitive spot. «My soul, my body, my lips.»
He smiles, a real smile because your words are real, and he claims your mouth in a passionate and burning kiss, lips crashing onto each other. He frees your neck, kissing it and nuzzling his nose against it for a moment as an apology to your sore skin.
«Good girl.» He praises you, and you let out a moan. You admit you like a lot to be his precious good girl.
He goes down to give attention to your neglected breasts. He kisses the bra’s cleavage with care, cupping and touching them, until he grows bored and decides the brasserie is in the middle of him and his pleasure. He clasps it with a prowess you don’t really want to investigate, tossing it over the bed.
«Do you promise you’ll never wear clothes again?» He begs between kisses over your flesh, and sometimes he bites. He traces circles with his tongue against your nipple.
«Everyone would see me.» You remind him, and immediately his grip tightens. You know your man.
«Never.» He confirms and he finally is on his knees to take proper care of you. He slips a finger in you without any warning, and you just know he is about to rip your panties. You can’t afford it now.
«No! Toss them away.» You order, making him laugh. He chuckles and obeys nonetheless.
«My beautiful, beautiful girl.» He licks and bites and kisses your core and you bite your lip trying not to scream. This man has talent with his tongue. He takes you to the culmination three times and just before the climax he draws back, with a smirk on his infuriating face. The third time you think you’ll have a heart attack. «So delicious, my favourite meal. I would eat you forever.»
«Please, Haymitch…» You beg, and you take his hair in a fist.
«Please what, Princess?» He asks, playing dumb, a satisfied expression painted on him. He has never been so handsome, with his shining blue eyes, naked in his glory and ready for your beatitude.
«Please make me yours.»
He suddenly is in you and dear heavens this is where he belongs. Between your legs, pumping into you like his life depends on it, while you break apart and you suppress a scream against his neck. He is not gentle, you’ll have bruises on your back and your ass because he squeezes too much, but it’s a good squeeze, oh so good, and you are not that kind yourself, scratching his back with your nails like you are a wild animal.
«Let me see you, Sweetheart.» He searches your eyes and when you come with a cry, he follows you with his climax while he kisses you.
You watch him with such fondness he raises an eyebrow.
«What?»
«Nothing.» You dismiss it. «It’s just, even with this mess and the mission and the war, even if our life is in danger… when I look at you I feel like everything will be okay.»
He places a kiss on your shoulder. «Ain’t sure of many things but I’m damn sure I’ll protect you, Gorgeous.»
After the bliss, you lay on the bed again, your hair spread over the pillow and your body… you are not sure you can use your body right now, especially to walk. You have a dumb smile on your face, you already know, and you trace circles around his arm.
«Are you sure you have to go?» You whine a little. You are aware a twenty something year old does not behave like that, this is a spoiled brat behaviour and you have not been raised like this, and yet you want him to stay at your commands. He doesn’t need to go outside, not when his hot girlfriend is willing to do whatever he wants. Other people would kill for something like that, wouldn’t they?
…You are being irrational. You know he can’t. Especially when Coin hates you so much and Katniss is on the loose. She is begging for a reason to ground you again or even banish you, and she grows tired of Haymitch every day a little more.
«Quite sure.» He leans for another kiss while he tries to zip his uniform, which is very hard if you are stopping his hands. «Sweetheart. C’mon.»
«Okay, then I guess I’ll wait for you.» You shrug. You can clean a little, your man is many things but “tidy” is not one of them and you used to be a housekeeper after all. A pretty good one, even.
«Don’t you have a job to do?» He asks, raising an eyebrow.
Not anymore.
«I start tomorrow, they didn’t want any side effects of the drug.» You are assigned to your mother, as an assistant. The thought makes you want to puke, there is a specific reason why you didn’t choose that career and it’s because you don’t like births, or any indication of it. Still you know the herbs and it seemed the logical solution for your lack of job. You can’t have a day or two to think about your career, in District Thirteen. You don’t need a career, you need to be useful to the group.
«Okay, but don’t wait for me. Go to Effie or somewhere else.»
«Maybe.» You can’t even bear to think about it. The corridor between this room and yours is too long.
«Gorgeous, I really don’t mind being used as a stress-relief… in fact, please do it, but would you tell me what’s wrong?»
You don’t look him in the eyes, very busy staring at the grey sheets. It’s humiliating. «I’m scared.»
«Of the guards? Because I talked to them and-» The guards are another thing you don’t want to think about. The guard who dragged you is out there, and the others, the ones with the lizards, are too.
«Of the people. They will look at me and they will know I killed a boy from their home.»
He stops getting dressed and climbs in the bed to cuddle you. Which is rare. «You don’t know that.»
«But I know. If… I never had to deal with this before. I didn’t meet the Capitol guy’s family. Clark’s family was dead when I landed in Thirteen, but here? I can come into the cafeteria and bump into Caius’s mom. And she has every right to hate me. He was a shitty person but he had a mother, he had a father… Maybe brothers and sisters and I killed him. And the kids at school! They will ask questions. They will think I’m not their teacher because I don’t love them anymore.» Your eyes are tearing and your lips are trembling, and you know you are acting like a child but you are weak in front of the man you love. You can bear being weak in front of someone who’ll never use it against you.
Haymitch kisses your cheek and strokes your hair. «Okay then, stay here forever.»
«You are very funny.»
«We can share the toilet, share the bed, share the meals, share the clothes, share the underwear…»
«Haymitch! Gross!» You laugh a little but that fades soon. «I can’t go out. Please don’t make me go out. Just for today.»
«Don’t be a baby. I’ll come with you. To Effie, and then to Finnick because you will want to know how he is when you are in your right mind. I have to go to the nursery anyway, Marjorie wants to talk to me.»
You make a face. «I bet she does.»
«Jealousy is not a good look on you. She confirmed your story with Plutarch, you know?» Oh yeah, she did. She’s the one who lost, so you have to be good with her. The jealousy still stings. She may have lost now, but she has been in his mind for twenty four years. The other woman.
Or, well, you are the other woman.
«Yeah, she is a perfect angel above us all. I saved her life, I can hate her as much as I want.»
He rolls his eyes. «Get dressed.»
«Funny how men usually tell me the contrary.» You deadpan.
«Usually? Am I not the only man who slept with you?» He knows too much. Effie specifically told you one time not to reveal anything, because a mystery is sexier than the truth. And Effie Trinket is always right.
You wrap a lock of hair over your finger. «Doesn’t mean they didn’t try.»
«I really don’t think I want to have this conversation.»
You flash him a smirk but you don’t deny him a kiss when in a blink he’s all over you again. «Oh, jealousy is such a good look on you.»
You manage to go to your room alone, at the end. Haymitch is with President Coin, discussing something you really want to know - because the people you love are still in the Capitol - but you are forbidden to go with him.
«Sweet darling girl!» You are barely in the room when Effie hugs you tight. «I missed you so much! I was so worried!»
She doesn’t look different, because in your mind you know you saw her three days ago.
Time has been weird since this spring. Your Games feel ancient, and yet it didn’t pass a year. You are changed so much so quickly.
«We were so worried.» Portia adds. «And we’re sorry about the school.»
You try not to think about it. If you think about it you start to cry, and you can’t cry right now because Effie would be crushed. You have to protect Effie.
«It’s still better than prison.» You try to smile. Portia takes your hand and you frown, because Effie is the touchy one.
«Listen, I don’t know if you want to do something like that, but I have an offer.» She reveals. She is excited, you sense.
«For me?»
«Yeah, I mean… you have a good eye for looks and fashion, we’ve seen it in the Games and Effie told me you stole a curtain to make a dress, so you can sew. I know you wanted to be a teacher, but now that's not a possibility anymore, if everything goes well and the war ends you can come working with me.»
«With you?» You are well aware you sound like a parrot right now, repeating every word.
«Well, for me, not exactly with me. An internship, six months, and then you can decide if you want to stay with me or to do something with the things you will learn. So?»
You are speechless. You did confess to them you wanted to be a tailor when you were in the Games, but now everything is different. For once, you are not really sure there is going to be a better tomorrow. And Portia is a Capitol citizen, she would want to return there. As much as you like Capitol City - your fellow citizens hate the city, you actually like it - Haymitch won’t ever move out of District Twelve.
«It’s unexpected, I have to… I have to think about it.»
«You have all the time in the world right now. And of course you can stay at my place or’ Effie’s, if… if we still have a place to live, of course.»
Do you want it? Yes. The immediate answer is yes. You want to work, you want to be successful under your name and you want money. You can picture yourself, you have so many ideas, so many dresses you can create and so many styles you will learn. Portia is a genius, your dresses for the Games made you feel like a princess and you are smiling right now.
But Haymitch. He would never say no to you, but he hates Capitol City and with a fair reason. You could never do that to him.
«Thank you, Portia. Really.»
Here, in Effie’s arms chatting with her and Portia, you feel at peace.
It does not last long. After a moment, you hear a scream. You open the door and you see a lot of people in the corridor, looking lost.
When you spot Marjorie you take her wrist to stop her.
«What happened?» You ask her. She’s shaken, upset, she’s so pale she could faint any minute.
You start to worry.
«The Capitol, they bombed, they… they dropped bombs on kids.» She whispers.
You don’t understand. What kind of move is that?! «On kids?»
«Our kids too.»
You freeze as your whole world collapses. «M-my kids? The kids in my class?»
You can see their faces. Some are ten, some are even thirteen, like Prim Everdeen. So grown up. You are so proud of them.
She’s answering you - she doesn’t know more than you do, you know that, you know and you just want someone else but nobody understands a thing now - when a scream breaks the corridor in two.
A woman is screaming loudly, she’s desperate.
And you recognise that voice.
It’s Katniss’s mom, Mrs. Everdeen.
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Part One: What we know
When exactly the rebels in the Capitol began gathering is unknown to us. We know there has been an undercover group “for several years” aiming to overthrow the Capitol (CF, 27). We also learn about Plutarch’s plans during the 10th Anniversary Interview, where Collins mentions that a tribute at the centre of the rebellion had been a plan for at least a decade, and hopes had been centered around candidates such as Finnick (SC).
There is no further information on when the underground group came into being, but we learn about several of their members, including Plutarch, Cinna, Tigris, Cressida, as well as her remaining team. We rightfully can speculate on Portia being included, too.
As this is my favourite element of the series to contemplate on, I have put together a timeline that paraphrases my own thoughts!
Part Two: My own speculation
50 ADD: Haymitch’s Games as the spark for the rebellion
A young intern Gamemaker Plutarch Heavensbee watches the 50th Hunger Games and sees a fallen rebel in the Games. If only he had had a little aid from a powerful hand within. Painted by injustices that the mad king had done to the people within the Capitol, and a belief that democracy serves Panem better, Plutarch begins to think about rebellion in a riddle: How could one end the tyranny?
Late 50s: Plutarch recruits Caesar Flickerman
Among the first people he recruits is Caesar Flickerman, whose feelings on the Capitol have made a 180 ever since he began to work closely with the tributes. As he is close to the tributes and victors, he is the perfect person to recruit and stay in contact with victors, as well as manipulate the viewership to pay close attention to a potential candidate. Over the years, they become close friends.
60s: More allies join the rebellion
Victors such as Haymitch, Beetee, and Lyme begin to join the rebellion. Within the Capitol, Plutarch recruits people such as Tigris to join their forces. They consider an escape to District 13 as their plan begins to take further shape. Most rebels only know of a few allies as to not compromise the mission.
Late 60s: Searching for a Spartacus
As resources grow and a plan becomes realistic, Plutarch begins to look out for potential candidates. Several fail in the arena, and others do not spark a rebellion as he had hoped.
Plutarch establishes himself as a Head Gamemaker to have a stronger influence on future Games and their Gamemakers, as well as becoming a trusted advisor to Snow.
[The events of my fanfiction ‘She smelled like white roses’ take place here, where Plutarch befriends, falls in love with, and recruits Virgilia Snow, the wife of the President]
Early 70s: Reaching out to District 13 and recruiting more allies
Plutarch finds life in District 13, making his plan to escape to 13 even more viable. He also recruits people such as Cressida and Cinna, the latter who is an aspiring designer and promises to jump in on last notice to a potential District.
Cinna’s role in the rebellion is to wait for a potential candidate, and aid in their appearance before the Games. He has prepared several designs for several Districts.
74 ADD, 74th Reaping Day
Katniss’ volunteering brings hope to a stagnant underground movement. Several things are set into motion, including replacing District 12’s stylist with Cinna on very short notice.
74 ADD, Pre-Games
Katniss notes that a Gamemaker keeps watching her and we could assume that this is Plutarch (THG, 7). We also know Plutarch is present during her evaluation at least, as he is the Gamemaker who falls into the punch bowl (CF, 6). Possibly, he also pressed for a high score to give Katniss further attention, under the guise of punishing her. He might even have pressed to include bow and arrow ‘to make the Games more interesting’.
Caesar as a potential ally would have intentionally asked Peeta about a love back home and allowed for Katniss to spin her dress. The interviews work perfectly in the rebellion’s favour.
74 ADD, The 74th Games
I assume that the rebels, specifically Plutarch and Virgilia Snow, convinced Seneca to a rule change. As Plutarch would have been a former Head Gamemaker retired, he might have had a mentorship role over current Head Gamemakers. This, along with President Snow possibly pushing to quench hope at its height, might have moved Seneca to a rule change that was always meant to be temporary.
74 ADD, Post-Games
Katniss excels far beyond what the underground movement might have hoped for. The early waves of rebellion begin and grow fast, leaving the rebellion to try and set into motion Plutarch’s return to Head Gamemaker status—a process aided by someone close to the President; his wife Virgilia.
Shortly after the end of the 74th Games, the plans for the 75th arena’s layout begin.
75 ADD, The Victory Tour and the Quarter Quell announcement
By the time that Katniss arrives at the Capitol for her victory tour, the flames of rebellion have grown ever further. Plutarch only needs to fuel them and get the main part of the rebels to 13.
Many have questioned Plutarch’s words and how far his plans are when he talks to Katniss. His statement that arenas aren’t built in a day is, I think, code in the same way that his statement on the mockingjay watch is.
The arena that isn’t built in a day is the underground movement, wanting to hint at there being powerful allies who have been waiting for her for a while.
Plutarch wanting her as a mentor figure is, I think, his plan B. In my theory, he is currently pursuing the President to change the Quarter Quell but has not yet pushed far enough. If we look at the movies, then the rule change here, too, only happens after the victory tour. Movie!Plutarch would have assumed Katniss to NOT have been in the arena here, too. But that does not mean it wasn’t his hope to have her inside the arena.
75 ADD, Post Quarter Quell announcement
Plans are brought into motion, final arrangements with District 13 are being made. The rebels finally are seeing their plans brought to life.
Cinna begins his design plans for Katniss’ mockingjay suit and hands them to Plutarch shortly before the beginning of the Quarter Quell.
The victors are informed about the final plan of the Quarter Quell right before its start, and only for as much as they need to know. They learn about the bread code and several plans are laid out that Katniss can escape; the lightning tree not being the sole solution. I assume there are several plans as the bread code changes from four days (without Beetee) to three days (with Beetee). It would also be surprising if Plutarch didn’t have a plan B up his sleeves.
Lastly, I take it that the destruction of the arena was not truly that necessary, as hovercrafts get in and out all the time (with or without the help of an inside source). Plutarch might simply have liked the metaphor of a physically destroyed arena.
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