Me Hongies - Recreyo x The Hunger Games

games prep

Author's Notes:

i hope i can trust u guys to know what's going on in the hunger games before reading this, since this is a crossover with freakin PART 2 OF THE TRILOGY??? cause i don't want to explain anything, so go read a wiki or something

Im skipping scenes, so i guess i'll briefly connect for better coherence?

spoilers warning mother lovers

oh by the way total bias towards the book, so it'll be based more on the book than film, and we're going with antag kristine because i like the idea

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"This way, Ms. Everdeen." The tailored man motioned for her to follow. He stopped in front of the study room and waited by the side. It was clear that he had no intention of entering with her.

Katniss' mind raced as she questioned the identity of the visitor, to have paled her mother so much. She opened the heavy wooden doors by the bronze handles, slipped inside, and took a deep breath. But, that proved itself to be a bad decision, as an uncanny scent of cherry blossoms overlaid with blood attacked her senses. Katniss almost staggered as she shut the door behind her and focused on the figure in the room.

She's snuggled in the armchair with a book against the window, and for some reason, more at home than Katniss who's an actual residence. Katniss recognized the young woman, of course. She had seen her before, on broadcasted announcements and during the 74th Hunger Games.

Kristine Fel Snow. She became the president recently, some years prior, when she was reaching twenty. After Coriolanus Snow, her grandfather died of an undisclosed sickness – rumors say otherwise, as fatal illnesses are so very rare in the Capital, or for a man his position, for that matter – and her sister was barely thirteen, Kristine was the only fit candidate to inherit the presidency. Katniss never cared to learn about the details of the events, a change in who's on top brought little to no changes to their lives in District 12.

Kristine turned at the presence of Katniss, a smile spreading from her lips. She climbed up from her nested position and propped herself up straight. "Please," She motioned to the chair across the desk, "Take a seat."

The candle flame flickers with the wind Katniss brought with her. Although the woman appeared innocuous with her chummy attitude, Katniss persisted in her approach to her like she would a snake. A venomous one. With soft, careful steps, eyes locked on the threat, prepared for any sudden attacks.

"So, I think we can save ourselves a lot of hassle by agreeing not to lie to each other, yeah?" Kristine folded the top corner of the page* and set the book aside, finally meeting Katniss' eyes.

Despite her dry throat, her words came out perfectly, "Yes, I think that would save time."

Kristine nodded, pleased with the answer received. She crossed her hands together, "We have a problem... Katniss. You remember when you pulled those poison berries out at the arena?"