#willow everdeen

I like the idea of Tigris somehow reaching out after the revolution, feeling protective of her. She would help her understand more about their family's past and ensure she was better than them. And after that, who knows? Maybe she moves to one of the Districts (if they still exist as we have known them) and lives far away from the Snow legacy.

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- haymitch babysitting the toasties

-haymitch walking in on everlark having sex (they’re 19/20)

- katniss sees her daughter at three slag heap

Ohh I went ahead with the babysitting prompt! SO sweet. Also yes I failed the 'under a 100 word' clause of this. Does anyone mind? I doubt it XD.

"Go on. I got everything covered, girl." Haymitch says, as if it makes her any more confident. The boy takes her hand and gives her that smile, the one that Haymitch knows is probabbly the closest thing to a soft spot Katniss has.

Or one of them. The other is playing on the floor with a wooden deer and stuffed fox. Pretending to not be thoroughly annoyed by this.

They manage to leave, and he turns to the girl stareing at her toys with an inherited scowl. Haymitch thinks that might just be his ticket to surviving this night.

Another short story about teenage Willow Everdeen Mellark, but this time at her home in District 12. She sneaked out to have some fun with her friends at night, and now she must face her parents. But no worries, uncle Haymitch is there to save the day, well kind of. I just wanted to write something about Haymitch being an old uncle/grandpa figure to Katniss and Peeta's daughter. In my mind she can be quite rebellious and impulsive, while still loving her family and wanting to make them proud. But she's also young and wants to have fun. I like thinking that between her and Haymitch there is a special bond, he listens to her and tries his best to guide her. And she trusts him deeply. Also, Willow and her brother (Rye) do get along and love each other, I just didn't develop their relationship that much this time. tw: mentions of underage drinking

The treacherous keys slip from my hands and hit the ground. I curse under my breath. At this pace, there’s no way I’ll get in the house without making any noise. Great. My head’s killing me and now I’ll have to come up with an excuse to explain my night out. I can see my parents’ face already. I think about my brother, biting his tongue, acting like he doesn’t know anything about me sneaking out. He’d never snitch on me, but I know how much he hates secrets. In this family trust is everything, and I respect that. But I just wanted to have some fun with my friends. Is that so wrong?

Under the night sky, I struggle to see the keys, and the drunkenness doesn’t help much. I finally find them and continue on my way, dragging my feet. I'm about to resign myself to the consequences when I notice light coming from Haymitch’s kitchen. Could he be awake at this hour? Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. Curiosity drives me to stealthily approach his window and when I take a peek inside, I jump back startled. Sitting at the table, drinking something hot, is my old uncle Haymitch looking at me without an ounce of surprise. My mind is still somewhat confused, but if one thing’s for sure, is that I’m in trouble. And he knows it too. He points at the door with his thumb and his eyes leave no space for refusal.

As I enter the kitchen, I'm enveloped by the smell of coffee. With his back to me, he's making a second cup. I sit down and place my head on my arms.  

"So, tell me, did you have fun, little one?" he asks handing me the drink.

"How did you know?" I mumble with my eyes closed.

"Your brother called me" I lift my head so fast I get dizzy.

"Hey, you know it’s not his fault. He’s just worried about you. You should be thankful he didn’t tell your parents, honey" and he’s right. I can’t blame Rye for anything. I’m the one who broke the rules.

"What about you? Why didn’t you say anything?"

"I think you’re old enough to fend for yourself. But if they find out, I won’t deny anything, you hear me?" he declares with an accusing finger.

"Thank you Haymitch" I offer him one of those smiles I use to soften him. They always work, even if he denies it.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now drink your coffee and tell me what you’ve been up to over there"

There’s no point in hiding anything to him, he can read my mind without trying. So, I tell him all about the laughs, the dancing, the drinking and the gossip. We keep talking until dawn, and, even though he doesn’t judge me for my juvenile adventures, he asks me to be more responsible next time. Especially with my drinking. At times like this I wonder how his life used to be before I was born. Even if my family tries to be as honest as possible about their past, I know there’re things that are just too hard to explain. I understand that, so I don’t pressure them, but sometimes I can’t help but think about it.

Summary: Willow Everdeen Mellark arrives at the University in the Capitol and meets her roommate, a strange girl with light hair. How will their first encounter go? This is a short AU set roughly 30 years after the events of Mockingjay. It explores Willow's first time at the Capitol, her ideas about its people and the beggining of a friendship, or maybe more. Cassie or Cassandra is an original character with an interesting family history (guess who she is related to). I might turn this into a proper fic one day, but for now this is a glimpse of what could be. With no further ado, enjoy!

On the way to the University, I take in everything around me. Buildings, stores, vehicles, people. Above all, people. The images from home really do not do justice to the riotous aesthetics of the Capitol citizens. An amalgam of colors, fabrics and shapes swirls through the window and I almost get dizzy. But I force myself to keep watching. After all, this is what I wanted right? To experience this unknown world far from my simple District 12.

I stop for a second thinking of my mother. Right now, she's probably hunting in the woods to avoid her thoughts. To avoid any thought about her daughter stuck in the middle of this enormous city, which must have left so many memories marked on her skin.

The driver's voice brings me back to reality, announcing our arrival. I pay and thank him before getting out, coming face to face with the most imposing structure I’ve ever seen. Ancient columns, tall carved gates, and a pristine staircase dominate the entrance, packed with students.

I feel a tickling in my chest as I walk into the crowd. Several heads follow me as I pass, probably noticing that I'm not from around here. Although it is nothing new for districts to send their children to study at the Capitol, the numbers remain low. I wink at them without thinking twice, causing a few blushes, before leaving them behind.

After putting some documents in order, I finally head to what will be my bedroom for the next few years. I wonder if my partner has arrived yet. Will she be from a District like me? That would make the transition easier. Although, challenges never scared me, anyway.

As I get to the last hallway, I see that the door is already open. Looks like I won't be able to choose the bed. Whatever, it's time for the truth. I knock to get her attention, and she quickly turns around. The morning light reflects on her bright hair, and her eyes stay fixed on me. What a strange girl. She stands petrified, her next move undecipherable. Is she scared of me? Maybe Capitol people are as exaggerated as everyone says. Well, Effie is living proof of that, but that's part of her charm. If anything, my experience with my aunt gives me an advantage now. So, I offer her my hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you. You must be my roommate. I'm Willow.”

She blinks a few times, as if waking up. She gets closer to shake my hand and her floral scent reaches my nose. When we touch, I feel her silk like skin. And the coldness of her fingers.

“I’m Cassie. Sorry, I swear I'm not always like this. I'm still getting used to this place and my head is a mess.”

Her voice is sweet, but it doesn’t have the ring I was expecting from a Capitol girl. I take a better look at her clothes and I realize she’s far from those characters I drove by today. Was I mistaken?

“It's okay. I get what you mean. It’s all new to me here. The Capitol's sure bigger than it looks on TV, huh?”

I was waiting for her to boast proudly about everything this city had to offer to its newcomers, like any citizen would do. But it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, ever since I’ve got here, I’ve felt like I'm in a huge labyrinth.”

She looks away, and I notice how she rubs her hands nervously. She reminds me of my brother, when he gets carried away with worry instead of facing his problems. And if there's one thing I'm good at, is at getting him out of his head.

“Well, seems like luck’s on our side.” I say arranging my bags on the empty bed.

“What do you mean?” She asks me with a raised eyebrow.

“If we wanna make it out of the labyrinth, we'll have a better chance together, right?”

Sinopsis: Willow Everdeen Mellark llega a la Universidad en el Capitolio y conoce a su compañera de cuarto, una chica extraña con pelo muy claro. ¿Cómo será su primer encuentro? Este es un AU corto, situado alrededor de 30 años después de los eventos de Sinsajo. Explora la primera vez de Willow en el Capitolio, sus ideas sobre sus ciudadanos y el principio de una amistad, o quizás algo más. Cassie o Cassandra es un personaje original con una historia familiar interesante (adivinen de quién es pariente). Tal vez escriba un fanfic sobre esto algún día, pero por ahora esto es un vistazo de lo que podría ser. Sin más que agregar, ¡que lo disfruten!

En el camino hasta la universidad observo todo a mi alrededor. Los edificios, las tiendas, los autos y las personas. Sobre todo, a las personas. Realmente las imágenes desde casa no le hacen justicia a la alborotada estética que poseen los ciudadanos del Capitolio. Una amalgama de colores, telas y formas se arremolina por la ventanilla y por poco me mareo. Pero me obligo a seguir viendo. Después de todo, esto es lo que quería ¿no? Experimentar este mundo desconocido lejos de mi sencillo Distrito 12.

Me detengo un segundo recordando a mi madre. Ahora mismo seguramente esté pasando el rato en el bosque para no pensar en nada. Para no pensar en su hija metida en el medio de esta enorme ciudad, que tantos recuerdos le habrá dejado marcados en la piel.

La voz del conductor me devuelve a la realidad, anunciando nuestra llegada. Le doy el dinero y las gracias antes de bajar, enfrentándome cara a cara con el edificio más imponente que he visto en mi vida. Columnas antiguas, altos portones tallados, y una escalinata impoluta dominan la entrada, repleta de estudiantes.

Siento un cosquilleo en el pecho mientras me meto entre la multitud. Varias cabezas se quedan fijas en mí al pasar, seguramente notando que no soy de por aquí. Aunque no es una novedad que los distritos manden a sus hijos a estudiar en el Capitolio, los números siguen siendo bajos. Les guiño un ojo sin pensarlo dos veces, provocando algunos sonrojos, antes de seguir mi camino.

Luego de poner en orden algunos documentos, finalmente me dirijo al que será mi dormitorio por los próximos años. Me pregunto si mi compañera ya habrá llegado. ¿Será de un Distrito como yo? Tal vez eso haría más fácil la transición. Aunque, de todos modos, los retos no me asustan.

Al dar la vuelta al último pasillo, veo que la puerta ya está abierta. Parece que no podré escoger la cama. Da igual, es hora de la verdad. Toco la madera con los nudillos para llamar su atención, y rápidamente se da vuelta. La luz de la mañana se refleja en su cabello brillante, y sus ojos se quedan fijos en mí. Que chica extraña. Se queda petrificada, su próximo movimiento indecifrable. ¿Acaso me tiene miedo? Tal vez la gente del Capitolio sí sea tan exagerada como todos dicen. Bueno, Effie es la prueba viviente, pero eso es parte de su encanto. De cualquier forma, mi experiencia con mi tía me da una ventaja ahora. Así que, le ofrezco mi mano.

"Hola, mucho gusto. Debes ser mi compañera de cuarto. Soy Willow."

Parpadea un par de veces, como despertándose. Se acerca para darme la mano y su perfume floral me llega a la nariz. Cuando nos tocamos, noto su piel como de seda. Y el frío de sus dedos.

"Me llamo Cassie. Lo siento, juro que no soy siempre así. Aún me estoy acostumbrando a este lugar y mi cabeza es un caos."

Su voz es dulce, pero no tiene el timbre que esperaba de una chica del Capitolio. Hecho un vistazo a su ropa y me doy cuenta que está muy lejos de esos personajes que vi mientras venía en el auto. ¿Me había equivocado?

"Está bien. Te entiendo perfectamente. Todo es nuevo para mí aquí. El Capitolio es mucho más grande de lo que parece en la tele, ¿eh?"

Estaba esperando que alardeara con orgullo sobre todo lo que esta ciudad tiene para ofrecer a sus visitantes, como cualquier ciudadano haría. Pero eso no pasó.

"Sí, desde que llegué, siento como si estuviera en un laberinto enorme"

Desvía la mirada, y noto como se frota las manos con nerviosismo. Me recuerda a mi hermano, cuando se deja llevar por la preocupación en lugar de enfrentar sus problemas. Y si hay algo en lo que soy buena, es en sacarlo de su cabeza.

"Bueno, parece que la suerte está de nuestro lado." Digo acomodando mis bolsos en la cama vacía.

"¿A qué te refieres?" Me pregunta con una ceja levantada.

"Si queremos salir del laberinto, tendremos más posibilidades juntas, ¿no crees?"

Here is something I came up with while thinking of Katniss and Peeta's daughter. This is my interpretation of what her as a teenage/young adult would think, while swimming in the lake of District 12. She's going through something at the moment and she's trying to relax in a familiar place. I might write a full story one day, I kinda want to now. I have a few ideas for the plot, but not the whole thing yet. I would love to be as faithful as possible to the source material, while exploring interesting and meaningful topics. On a side note, I've seen people say that her name could be Willow, and I like it! It follows the pattern of naming the Everdeens as plants, each one with a significant meaning behind. From what I gathered, willows symbolize rebirth, resilience and survival but also grief, and they tend to be associated with water.