#games time

The moment Finnick stepped a foot into the penthouse, Effie was on him, fussing like a mother hen, making strangled noises and smoothing the creases of his shirt like it was the most important thing in the world.

Haymitch shared a look with Chaff, rolled his eyes and gently but firmly steered her away from the boy. If the other senior victor from Four was to be believed, Finnick was black and blue – and Stella wasn’t prone to exaggeration, except where Brutus was concerned…

“You’re okay, kid?” he asked, a little worried.

He kept a firm hold on Effie’s arm because she looked like she wanted to fly right back to the boy and check him over again. For the most part, Finnick looked fine except for a stitched up gash over his eyebrow that hopefully wouldn’t leave a scar.

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Do you have the time

To listen to me whine

About nothing and everything

All at once

i've lowkey been kinsidering ralsei for a while alongside susie, but ily!! i actually have a ralsei cosplay i've worn to two conventions now, its one of my favs

Praise She Be

Haymitch hadn’t known, before Effie Trinket, that sex could be so addictive.

He had heard all about it, of course. From Chaff, from some of the other older male victors, from a few of the Capitols who had dragged him to their beds willingly or not… But he had never believed it. Never experienced it.

And then she had come along.

From explosive fights to even more explosive trysts against the nearest wall, he had somehow gotten himself hooked to the feeling of sinking into her warmth, to the tiny puffs of breath in his ear, to the moans and the little cries she could never bite back… More than anything, he had gotten hooked to the way she always made everything a struggle, even when she clearly wanted it.

Tequila, Mud & Laughter

There had been far too much tequila involved.

Even Haymitch could admit that. The bar was as dreadful as they came because you could trust Chaff to hunt the worst bar in the whole city in hopes Twelve’s escort wouldn’t found them – joke was on him, she always did manage to figure out where they went – but the liquor was cheap and the people uninterested in the celebrities in their midst, which made it perfect. Perfect enough that they could all let go without fear of consequences.

“One day, they’re gonna kill each other…” Finnick slurred from the chair right next to him. The boy was half-slumped on the table, his green eyes glassy from all the liquor.

“You mean Jo’s gonna bash Trinket’s head in.” Chaff corrected with a snort.

What Best Friends Are For

Effie rolled to her side with a sigh and tugged the sheet higher to cover her body.

“A post orgasm sigh… Is that your way of telling me my performance left a lot to be desired, sweetest?” Seneca mocked behind her.

A glance over her shoulder confirmed he was lounging on his bed like he had no care in the world – and he probably didn’t – naked and very much not hiding under the sheets. Why would he hide, though? There was nothing of his she hadn’t seen years earlier – save for his natural hair color – and it was exactly the same for her.

Abandoning her ridiculous pretence at modesty, she rolled on her back, letting the sheet pool beneath her breasts. “This was a mistake.”

Seneca laughed. “I must be very out of practice with women, then.”

Black And White

Haymitch was doing his very best to lose track of time, to blend every day into the next with the hopeful thought that one day he would stop waking up and have to deal with the hell his life had become since he had won the Second Quarter Quell.

Unfortunately, there were times in the years when it was harder to do that than others. Summer was one of them. Which was why he wasn’t entirely surprised to hear hammering on his door piercing the fog of his hangover that morning. For a second, he contemplated just staying prone where he was – on the couch, it seemed, still wearing his clothes from… three days ago? – making her work for it because… why not? If he had to be miserable for at least a month – it would be closer to two or three if he didn’t leave right after Twelve inevitably lost – he might as well make her just as miserable as he felt. It was only justice, after all.

The decision was taken from him when he heard the front door being forced open – forced because he had anticipated the invasion and had piled in front of it all the trash bags he hadn’t bothered to toss away in weeks.

“Oh, goodness!” a familiar voice shrieked.