Hi, all! This is my first Hunger Games fanfic, and I absolutely love the FinnXKatniss pairing. Feel free to review, but do it on your own terms. It kind of ruins some stories when I feel like I'm pressured. So. . All I will say is that I'd love your feedback. Have fun! (hopefully?)
Set before/around the announcement of the Quarter Quell.
"Katniss!" Prim's voice echoed through the large house. Katniss marveled at the sound, still slightly awed by size of this house.
"I'll be up in a second, Prim," Katniss yelled upstairs.
Since moving into the Victor's Village, Katniss's life had taken a complete one-eighty. She had no need to hunt, no need to bargain and sweat at the Hob for her family's well-being. She had very little worries. She had nightmares often, yes. The reoccurring dreams of being in the arena, of starving still surfaced every night. But other than that . . . she was living a relatively calm life. She always had Peeta around the corner, and a slight bit of awkwardness in the air now that the games and Victory Tour were over. In the arena, everything was dependent on their lives. Now. . . it was simply an act. They didn't have to depend on their feelings to survive, or their kisses to get food. Now, they had everything they needed, including their own lives. There was no pressure to be together or the star-crosses lovers.
Peeta was still a bit love-struck, but Katniss was the same as ever. She loved to be out in the woods, with nature surrounding her. Peeta loved to be in a bakery. They saw each other seldom, and it was always a bit awkward the times they were together. Nothing seemed much changed in twelve; everything seemed calm.
Katniss reached Prim's room to see her fumbling with the new television.
"Katniss, I can't quite screw the cable in tight enough in the back. The announcement for the Quarter Quell is supposed to be on in ten minutes." Prim seemed scared, as if the Quell would hold a horror as terrible as only twelve or thirteen year olds.
"I'll fix it," Katniss kneeled behind the TV to tighten the cable to the flat screen (there were a great many perks in becoming a victor; up-to-date technology was one of them). After turning the screw a few times more, a clear picture cam onto the screen of a preppy Capitol sitting behind a desk. He had ridiculous orange-tinted skin, combined with bright yellow hair. Katniss held back an eye roll. While participating in the Hunger Games, she had learned that they truly didn't know much better. "I'm going to run downstairs and grab some bread. Want some?" Prim shook her head, and Katniss pecked her on the cheek before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Taking a quick bite, she sighed. Peeta may not be the outdoorsy type, but damn. That man could cook. Opening the fridge, she heard Prim scream.
"KATNISS! YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"
So. . . that is just a quick chapter to show you my writing style C: What would you guys like to see? I know there's no Finn in this chapter, but I have something planned special. Tell me what you want to see (if you want). Okay! Thanks.