So. I haven’t read the books in months and therefore I have only vague ideas of what’s in character and what’s not, but that didn’t stop me from writing fic for my bbs Finnick and Johanna. Un-beta’d, unpolished, etc. Enjoy!
[Suggested Listening: Turn Off The Lights by Nelly Furtado.]
Five Times Finnick and Johanna Held Hands (And One Time They Couldn't)
1. People always hesitate to touch him at first, probably because of his status as handsome but not so wholesome heartbreaker. He does have quite the reputation, he knows that--he encourages it, even--but the truth is, he hasn’t loved anyone since Annie. He’s not sure if that’s healthy, especially for a guy who’s supposed to be the number one playboy in all of Panem, but it’s true.
So when he and Johanna bump into each other outside the control room and she doesn’t shrink back when he grabs her hand to steady her balance, he smiles. Johanna Mason might be a sassy know-it-all sometimes, he thinks, but she’s always a breath of fresh air.
2. They become co-conspirators, the two of them. And before all of it--the plans, the Quarter Quell, the star-crossed lovers of District 12--there is a handshake.
3. “It’s hard to tell which you have less of, muscles or brains,” Johanna teases, because sometimes it’s just easier to focus on anything but the growing rebellion. “What are you even doing here? Why are you wasting your time on probably pointless strategy with an old friend from District 7 here when you could be partying all night long?”
He looks up from his diagrams, and the lightbulb flickers. “Are you kidding?” Finnick replies. “Nowhere I’d rather be.” He flashes a rueful grin and sighs, because they both know how artificial that was. “But what was that? In the beginning there? Something about muscles?” Johanna nods. “Yeah, okay. How about a contest? Arm wrestling was all the rage while I grew up, and it’s probably more appropriate than full-on grappling right now. Though I’m always available for you, Johanna, just remember that.” He’s flirting, and he assumes it’s just habit until he realizes that he hasn’t felt like this--genuine--for forever. Johanna smiles.
And that’s how Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason sat in a cramped bunker in District 13 at a terrible hour of the morning and arm wrestled until they were too tired to arm wrestle any longer.
4. It’s so dark. It’s so dark in that tunnel, getting ready to break into the Capitol’s headquarters and secure the information they need without getting caught, and Johanna has always been the fierce one who gets through everything on her own, but it’s seriously suffocating her. She’s going to be swallowed up by this endless black. She is.
She’s just decided that she can’t handle it any longer, she’s going to scream if she has to, when Finnick reaches over and takes her hand. And then it’s all okay.
revolution (of rebellion and ferris wheels)
[Suggested Listening: Turn Off The Lights by Nelly Furtado.]
Five Times Finnick and Johanna Held Hands (And One Time They Couldn't)
1. People always hesitate to touch him at first, probably because of his status as handsome but not so wholesome heartbreaker. He does have quite the reputation, he knows that--he encourages it, even--but the truth is, he hasn’t loved anyone since Annie. He’s not sure if that’s healthy, especially for a guy who’s supposed to be the number one playboy in all of Panem, but it’s true.
So when he and Johanna bump into each other outside the control room and she doesn’t shrink back when he grabs her hand to steady her balance, he smiles. Johanna Mason might be a sassy know-it-all sometimes, he thinks, but she’s always a breath of fresh air.
2. They become co-conspirators, the two of them. And before all of it--the plans, the Quarter Quell, the star-crossed lovers of District 12--there is a handshake.
3. “It’s hard to tell which you have less of, muscles or brains,” Johanna teases, because sometimes it’s just easier to focus on anything but the growing rebellion. “What are you even doing here? Why are you wasting your time on probably pointless strategy with an old friend from District 7 here when you could be partying all night long?”
He looks up from his diagrams, and the lightbulb flickers. “Are you kidding?” Finnick replies. “Nowhere I’d rather be.” He flashes a rueful grin and sighs, because they both know how artificial that was. “But what was that? In the beginning there? Something about muscles?” Johanna nods. “Yeah, okay. How about a contest? Arm wrestling was all the rage while I grew up, and it’s probably more appropriate than full-on grappling right now. Though I’m always available for you, Johanna, just remember that.” He’s flirting, and he assumes it’s just habit until he realizes that he hasn’t felt like this--genuine--for forever. Johanna smiles.
And that’s how Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason sat in a cramped bunker in District 13 at a terrible hour of the morning and arm wrestled until they were too tired to arm wrestle any longer.
4. It’s so dark. It’s so dark in that tunnel, getting ready to break into the Capitol’s headquarters and secure the information they need without getting caught, and Johanna has always been the fierce one who gets through everything on her own, but it’s seriously suffocating her. She’s going to be swallowed up by this endless black. She is.
She’s just decided that she can’t handle it any longer, she’s going to scream if she has to, when Finnick reaches over and takes her hand. And then it’s all okay.