She was a capitol elite.
He was the youngest victor in history.
Their friendship was frowned upon, but their love was forbidden.
Extended Summary Inside
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Finnick x OC
Pre- hunger games - Mockingjay
Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. All rights...
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Dear Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch,
I'm sure you've seen the news, but there was another attack on the Capitol. This one was a revolution to bring back the old Panem. The perpetrators were caught and tried, and we're all alive and well. Amara's parents were among them, and she took their life sentence surprisingly well.
Paylor fought with her troops and survived and we're all planning on staying until after her inauguration next week. It's been a long month, but we've also had long lives. We're ready to begin a life away from war and politics. Finnick and Amara have asked Ezra, Johanna, and me to move back to District Four with them, and we accepted.
I would like to open up the shop again, and Ezra, Finnick, and Johanna would like to figure out their lives. Amara found a new manager (her old one was apparently killed in the war. None of us are devastated) who has agreed to help set up a recording booth in Four so she can continue to make music from afar.
Now that they've lifted the restrictions for inter-district travel, we're looking forward to having you over, and I hope you'll come to the wedding. Finnick has already tried and failed to propose to Amara, but we're all hoping it'll be soon. We could use another cause to celebrate.
You'll be happy to hear that Katniss' mother has been training new medical units in the Capitol. Gale has been promoted to a Captain in District Two to help keep order and security.
And I am loving every moment with my son who reminds me every day of his father. We've all suffered so much, but we owe to their memories and to our children to do our best with these lives. I hope you're both finding some peace.
Annie
Annie folded up the paper and slipped it into the envelope along with a small photo Amara had taken of her and Jack. From the corner of the room, she heard Jack stir and let out a small whine, but he was immediately scooped up and cradled.
Annie glanced over to see Amara cooing over Jack while Finnick watched with a content smile on his face.
"I know it's loud here," Amara said softly, "but we're going to leave next week. We're going to stay for the first election of your lifetime and then we're going to hop on a train and go home. You'll get to grow up on the beach. You can surf. You can swim. You can sail. We're going to have so much fun together."
"He'll be spoiled rotten, for sure," Ezra snorted, not bothering to glance up from his book.
"Don't you dare," Annie chastised. "He needs to be a functional member of society."
"But what's the point of having very rich aunts and uncles if they can't spoil their nephew, huh?" Amara asked Jack in a baby voice. "No point at all."
"You could save it for your own kids," Annie pointed out. Amara shook her head and continued to cradle Jack.
