Hey guys, I read Mockingjay a few weeks ago and although I adore Peeta, whenever Katniss and Finnick were together, hanging out. I started shipping them then naturally came on this site to see if anyone else shared my enthusiasm. I was pleasantly surprised. I think I've read almost all the fics about them on here. A lot of them involved prostitution… which was the natural path to take in a Peeta-less world but I figured I'd write one with a happier and more humorous note and of course a bit of angst.

I Don't own the characters yadie yadie ya Suzanne Collins does

The first time Katniss saw Finnick Odair, she was eight years old. She had just come home from a hunting trip with her father and the capitol broadcast was playing coverage of the tributes. She remembers thinking he was quite pretty for a boy, she also remembers feeling sorry for him he was fourteen the younger tributes usually had a short lifespan during the games. She didn't linger long on the thought it was best to detach yourself from the games and hope for the best. Katniss tried to avoid the games all together it was vile and unsettling that children were forced to fight each other for entertainment purposes. The games had begun and Katniss did little to stay informed about them, she spent her time with her father learning everything he was willing to teach. And pretend the games didn't exist. She'd catch little snippets of what was going on with the games and she was pleasantly surprised that Finnick was still alive. One day she was on her way out of the house and glanced at the tv witnessing Finnick's expert use of his trident he had just killed two tributes in one swift movement. Her feet were glued to the ground and she finally took an interest in the 65th Hunger games. and she learned a valuable lesson; looks can be deceiving. She hadn't thought the pretty boy would have lasted this long but there he stood lethal and beautiful.

Her mother looked over at her glued in place staring at the television and was curious about her child's sudden interest in the games. Her child was always such a mystery to her, she got along better with her father and at times she was a bit jealous "What are you looking at?" She finally blurted out trying to strike up conversation.

"Nothing" Katniss mumbled as she continued to stare Finnick down.

"Oh come on" her mother said in a playful tone "is it this pretty boy, do you like him?"

Katniss finally looked away from the tv slightly blushing at the question "why would you say that mom?"

"you've just never paid attention to the games before" her mom retorted happily because she finally thinks she can talk to Katniss with something other than hunting.

"I just think, he's a good fighter..for his age" with that she walks away. And leaves the house to go hunting.

As the years went by the pretty boy with the bronze hair and sea foam eyes, eluded katniss. She remembers that spark of hope he had given her when he won the games; the thought that a fourteen year old could survive the thought that he wasn't in a career district made her happy. Shortly after winning his games however she started to hear stories about Finnick Odair, she heard he would take on multiple capitol women as lovers and basically became an unofficial capitol citizen. She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but the pictures and gossip magazines told a different story. Slowly but surely Katniss became disappointed with the Finnick she once thought she knew the Finnick that fought with such fire was nothing more than a lapdog of the capitol, shame.

Life went on and Katniss had more pressing matters to attend to. Her Father's death changed a lot of things for her, although she wasn't the average laid back kid before her father passed, she definitely didn't have as much on her shoulders beforehand. She took on the role of both father and mother for her little sister, Prim. Capitol gossip and pretty green eyes faded from her memory. She was now seventeen, accustomed to her role as breadwinner at the Everdeen household and hunting with Gale in her spare time. Then everything changed when the fire nation attacked!(had to sorry) And when Prim's name was called during the reaping…

The moment Prim's name was called kept replaying in her head. As Effie held up the slip of paper and spat it out in her capitol accent "Primrose Everdeen" it echoed in her head for what seemed like forever but only took a few seconds for her to respond "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" Prim was twelve and she was too sweet there was no way she could survive. There was no guarantee I could either but I had a better shot.

Finnick saw Katniss volunteer for her sister on the television right before he left his lofty apartment to meet a client. "Brave" he thought "too bad she won't survive". He got into a capitol cab and his thoughts drifted to the routine he had become so accustomed to. He'd be invited in say something flirty and that'd be enough the clients already had plans of their own, sometimes he wonders if he has to say anything at all. When snow first sold him he was sixteen, he was angry and scared; occasionally he would take that anger out on the clients they didn't seem to mind. They figured it was a part of the act and often requested for him to be aggressive when they called him back. It was stupid really, often times he found himself feeling sorry for them. Even though they bought him like he was an animal. He would sometimes try to enjoy his sessions, especially with the prettier clients but he still felt a sense of shame and self loathing after. Sometimes he imagined other girls ; he thought of Annie before she went crazy and other girls he had actively sought after before he was sold but nothing seemed to fill the void.

Reviews are welcome I'll try to update ASAP