TheHungerGames

Fandom insults

Harry Potter- “Not even a dementor would kiss you.”
Doctor who- “you little dalek!”
Divergent- “you pansycake.”
The hunger games- “go eat nightlock!”
Percy Jackson- “stupid mortal.”
Sherlock- “don’t talk, you will lower the IQ of the hole street.”
Supernatural- “you assbutt.”
Star Wars- “you look like Jabba the Hut.”
The mortal instruments- “stupid mundane.”

Finnick Odair Imagine: The Victors' Crusade

Request: anon

Prompt: You are a Victor, and along with Finnick, the two of you get chosen to compete in the 75th Quarter Quell, but you end up getting captured by Peeta and Johanna.

Pairing: Finnick x Reader  

Warning: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games.

A/N: Yay, my first THG imagine! I hope you all enjoy!

You were sitting on the beach, glad that there was no terror yet. The Quarter Quell, you laughed to yourself. You hadn’t expected that Snow would make sure that to have only Victors in the Games. You knew Snow’s reasoning behind all of this.

Katniss Everdeen. The Girl on Fire. One of the Victors of the 74th annual Hunger Games.

You wanted to hate her. She was the reason why Snow had dragged all of the Victors in the Reaping, although that was not how you ended up here. Yes, Finnick was chosen as the male tribute, but Annie, his best friend since childhood, was chosen.

You’ve known her for so a long time, and she had been affected to much by the Games, it had taken a toll on her sanity. You didn’t want her to suffer, so instead you decided to volunteer, much to Finnick’s dismay. Now, you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but you feel as if Annie shouldn’t have to suffer.

Finnick sat down next to you, “We’ve got to go. Tick tock, it’s a clock. Remember, (y/n)?” He asked, not pulling you close. You didn’t feel anything, but sadness. Knowing the high chance that either you, Finnick, or both wouldn’t be making it out alive. At least Annie would be safe from this nightmare.

“Look, I’ll go gather my things alright.” You said, but before you could get up, Finnick pulled you down into the sand. You were confused, you had to move, before whatever thing was thrown your way.

“Listen, thanks for volunteering for Annie, it means a lot to me.” Finnick said, for the first time, seeming at a loss for words. He was usually pretty eloquent. You smiled. “I just couldn’t imagine her being here. I don’t want her to suffer.”

“I know.” You said, and got up. “I have to get my stuff and then we’ll go, alright, Finnick.” You got up and went for your stuff. You knew how to salvage supplies, and thankfully you had a full pack full.

You were about to sling your backpack over your shoulder, but it wasn’t there anymore. You pulled out your knife from your boot. You should have expected this, anyone would do anything to survive, and you were no exception to the rule.

You heard a shuffle, but that was your mistake, being caught so off guard. Something hit the back of your head, hard. Your vision blurred, and you fell the ground. You reached for your knife, which you had dropped in the sand. You meekly grabbed it, trying to turn around, but you felt a weight on top of you.

A muscular young woman, with dark hair, was sitting on top of you, nearly choking the life out of you. You kneed her and pushed her off of you. You felt something else hit your head once again and you finally collapsed.  

XXX

Finnick got up and went. “I don’t want you to suffer either.” He said to himself as he followed in your footsteps. He noticed your pack, or you weren’t there either. Only a bit of blood on the sand a knife, your dagger. You were skilled with these, they became an extension of you.

“(Y/N)?” He called out. He picked up the knife and sheathed it. “(Y/N)?”

Finnick Odair Imagine: Heavenly Savior

Request: anon

Prompt: Spoilers ahead. The reader is an angel who saves Finnick from being ripped apart by the lizard mutts.

Warning: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own THG.

Pairing: Finnick x Reader

A/N: I hope you all enjoy the imagines that are coming, I’m trying to finish them up! This is told from Finnick’s POV. Also, it mentions Heaven, but I’m not enforcing beliefs on anyone. It’s just for the imagine. Enjoy, loves!

Finnick felt himself being torn apart by these beasts, these mutated, unnatural beasts made by the Capital. Just before he was about to give into the white hot pain, he saw a figure, step in front of his vision and hack at those monsters. Such majestic moves came this young woman. She hacked at the monsters and kicked them.

Blood stained her (y/h/c) hair and her face, but she still had a stone cold expression on her face as she finished killing the last of the lizard mutts. She took Finnick in her arms, her strong infinite, unable to compare to those of men, and flew him away, the gentle sound of her…wings? lulling Finnick to sleep.

XXX

He woke up on a bed, feeling much better. There was no more dry blood in his hair, and no warm sticky feeling on his torso. He saw himself bandaged, repaired, new again, but he was so tired. His headache a bit, but not enough to hurt too bad. He saw someone sit in the chair next to him.

She was beautiful. Striking, yet soft. Natural, yet unnatural. She had a warm smile on her face, yet her eyes still seemed cold. Everything about her seemed to contradict something else.

“Hello, Finnick,” Her voice was as smooth as silk, but it still had an edge to it. Finnick made himself snap out of it. He was about to get up, but she gently pushed him back down onto the bed. Her wings fluttered a little bit, as if they were adjusting themselves.

“Who are you?”

“I’m an angel, a literal one. I came in to save you from those lizard mutts.” Finnick didn’t know what to say. He gave up on any form of hope long ago, as if he could no longer dare to hope, all of it had been diminished in one single blow by Snow. She took his hand in his. “You look sad? Why must humanity always be so sad?” It was more of a question to herself than him, but nonetheless, he answered it.

“We’ve been oppressed, but I’m not sad. I’m shocked.”

“That you were saved. You’re a hero, Finnick Odair, you deserve to be saved.” She said.

“Would I be able to see my friends again?”

“The ones on earth or the ones in Heaven?" She stated, looking at him. A pang of hurt hit Finnick. Why did you have to mention that?

"Both.” He replied, curious to hear what she had to say. She just smiled, as if she was going to reassure of him that all of his friends were safe, which was probably just a lie.

“Your friends here, they’ve defeated Snow. He’s to be executed. I’m sure you’ll see them very soon. Those in Heaven, they’re happy, Finnick. Safe, sound, protected.” She looked at him in the eyes. “Madge says hi. She misses you every single day.”

Finnick felt a lump in his throat. Madge was okay. She was somewhere better, somewhere more deserving of her. “It’s time to go, Finnick. You’re friends are waiting.”

“Wait!”

Before he could call out to the angel again, she was gone.

At least, everyone was safe.

Clato Fanfics: My Recommendations

I write a shit ton of Clato fan fiction, and it’s safe to say that for the better part of two years, I’ve read a shit ton of Clato fan fiction as well. I figured I’d take a quick moment to give a shout out to the best Clato I’ve read over the last twenty-four months.

Yet Death We Fear by Estoma

This is more Cato centric than anything else, but there’s a definite undertone of Clato woven throughout. Make no mistake: with this fic, you’re reading about Cato and Clove as careers. They’re dark and bloodthirsty and the furthest thing from lovey-dovey. But in typical Estoma fashion (check out all of her stuff, she’s wonderful), she keeps our duo perfectly in character, and gives them just the right amount of depth and vulnerability.

The Blood of the Beast by Paper Space

This is second only to Ellenka's Pretty Dresses as my all-time favorite fanfic.  It’s a slow burn and it is frustratingly unfinished, so be forewarned: you’re in it for the long haul with this fic. It hasn’t seen an update in over a year and half. But, God, is it just a masterpiece. Paper Space really makes you feel the emotion behind these characters, and she portrays Cato and Clove in such a dark, crazy, graphic, bloodthirsty light that you can’t take your eyes away from the page, even when you might want to. It’s long, but it’s an absolute must read.

Only For a Moment by Fuhrmanizer

Fuhrmanizer has a plethora of Clato on her profile, and I can recommend pretty much all of it (check out Hunger Games Social Network if you want a good laugh), but this one-shot is probably my favorite. You see a different side of Cato and Clove in this piece; they’re still Careers, and they’re still highly antagonistic people, but they’re also teenagers. She shows a more human side to Cato and Clove. It borders on fluffy, but Fuhrmanizer writes it in a way that’s completely in character. Read this if you want something that will fulfill your shipper heart, without being too graphic/dark. (Also, Fuhrmanizer is an absolutely hysterical writer. And how often do we see humor in Clato fanfics, eh?)

Tell Me A Story by The Girl on Fiendfyre

I have one word to describe this fic, and it's addictive. It’s a High School AU, and as far as those types of AUs go, it’s one of the best that I’ve ever read. Cato and Clove aren’t spectacularly in character or anything, but the convoluted plot makes up for this. If you’re looking for a Gossip-girl-esque, Cato/Glimmer/Clove love triangle, this fic is perfect.

Bedroom Hymns by Ninazadzia (aka yours truly)

C'mon, I’m allowed to do at least some shameless plugging, now aren’t I? Lawl don’t worry, I’m not going to toot my own horn or anything (“omgizzles mah fic is da SHIT!!!!1!!!111eleven!!!”). All I can say is that you’re if you’re in the mood for some graphic-but-not-grody smut, this one-shot is a pretty safe bet.

Alright, that just about wraps this up! Let me know if you all have any recommendations, what you think of these fics, or if you want me to read any of yours!

(If you wind up checking these babies out–which I highly suggest that you do–make sure you say that Nina sent you :D)