"Sometimes I think they reaped you because they knew I would love you." Annie and Finnick's full story, starting with Annie's Reaping and ending after Mockingjay. Annie's POV. Canon. Words:405,819
6★ I loved the end of this story, especially the part where Finnick and Annie got their house together next to the sea with their beautiful children and their many pets… God this book destroyed me.
[This is a Finnick and Annie love story from the moment Annie was reaped till the end of Mockingjay, this narrative strives to remain faithful to the canon storyline as much as possible]
I don't know why I did this to myself. This mentally destroyed me. I don't know how I can continue living normally after this. Out of all the f!cking people, Finnick and Annie deserved their happy ending the most…
"You're my favorite tribute." He mumbles into my hair. I can't help but laugh. "And you're my favorite mentor."
"Thank you for being my friend, Finnick." I murmur. The last thing I hear is his response. "No, Annie. Thank you."
The fact that I started this around a week ago, not realizing I was starting one of the greatest love stories of all time.I've always had a fondness for Finnick and Annie. When reading the Hunger games trilogy for the first time I knew that they were going to be my forever. And since it's been a while since I read the series, I've forgotten many details, but Finnick and Annie lingered in my memory. They are unforgettable. Revisiting their story while rereading the trilogy, and then delving into this, will scar me forever. But I don't care, I loved every freaking second of it. So much.
Who would ever love a mad girl? "Am I mad, Finn?" “You aren't crazy, and you aren't mad. You are Annie and you have been pushed to the furthest limits of what people should have to handle, and you are still here. That makes you strong. Not mad, not crazy, but strong." "I feel mad, though." "You don't want to be like them, Ann. I wouldn't want you to be like them either."
"I miss you when I go away," "I miss you too, Annie. I wish I could go with you."
This story portrayed Annie’s struggles so well. How everyone calls her mad even though she is just going through a lot. She lost her entire family through the Games, and she lost herself in the process. The only thing keeping her grounded was Finnick, the person Snow resented the most. And when she tries to pick up all her broken pieces, attempting to "fix herself," nobody gives her a chance. They label her as "mad" and "not functional," refusing to believe she can get better. It's like they've already decided she's beyond repair, not even allowing her the opportunity to heal.
I wanted to give Annie the biggest hug. I still do. I felt so sad all the moments she left this reality to go live in the world in her mind. Without realizing that what was happening there wasn't real. She doesn't deserve that. No one deserves that…
I hate that I'm The Mad Girl again and he's the sex god of Panem. I want to be Annie and Finnick.
Sometimes I think they reaped you because they knew I would love you."
"Just come back to me." I cry. "I'm always trying to get back to you, Annie."
"I think I loved you from the start." I admit quietly. I cannot remember a moment when I didn't love him anymore, so maybe that moment never existed. "And I will love you until the end”
They are looking for Annie and Annie isn't here. She's still looking for Finnick. Never will anyone love anyone as much as I love him.
Who does Finnick love? I think it's me and I'm so sorry that it is.
Who does Finnick Odair love? Me. And who am I? Annie Cresta. His Annie. Not the Capitol's body to purchase. Not The Mad Girl. Just Annie.
"Surprise: I can't live without you." Finnick says. It comes out as a joke, but I can hear the residual sadness underneath the words. "Surprise: I can't either." I whisper back. "Guess we'll just have to be together forever then, huh?" I smile into his shirt and I don't have to look up to know he's smiling, too. "Looks like it." I respond.
"My name is Annie Cresta." I start slowly. "Everybody says I'm mad. Finnick says I'm not. I think I am."
"Do you want me to go with you?’ "I want you to go everywhere I go."
His eyes are green green green, and I remember when that was the only color I could see.
Thank you for everything you have given me.
"Manning Seadon Odair?"
Maybe Manny's right. We are a family of heroes. I love you, I love you, I love you, Your Annie
It's way too late right now, so I probably will write some more tomorrow but I really wanted to put down all my thoughts already. Thank you if you read this long ass review. It means a lot to me!
Reread Review (January 17-31 2023): I am so glad to be back in my Hunger Games era. It started with seeing a bunch of TikTok’s on my fyp of the series and me desperately wanting to read. However, I genuinely think I enjoyed this book more than I enjoyed the first series. Hence why I went back to reread this instead of the original trilogy. I might still read it again though. Anyways, this book is incredible and because Finnick is my favorite character it has a special meaning to me. I highly highly highly recommend this if you love the Hunger Games.
Original Review (April 8-10 2022): This is by far the most beautiful fanfic I have ever read. This is the kind of prequel/companion novel that the Hunger Games fans deserved. Not The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. This story had me both sobbing and smiling so hard that my face ached. It's description of mental health and love were both so genuine and real. I already had a connection to the characters before reading because I had always loved Finnick in the original series and this depiction of them was just amazing. Reading from the point of view of Annie, someone who has dealt with so much in her life was a totally unique perspective. And the author portrayed her struggles so well. The writing is general was incredible as well. It made me feel so connected to the characters and I loved all the unique scenes. Overall, this is now one of my favorite books and I would highly recommend to anyone who liked the Hunger Games and also doesn't mind their heart getting torn out and put back together over and over and over again.
Side note: This is the first book to really make me cry. I cried for the last two hours that I was reading and I may or may not have woken up in the morning with a headache haha
okay, so, fanfiction has never really been my thing. I just haven’t really been all that into it. BUT, when I re-read the hunger games back in may, I was insatiable. I read all five books, watched all five movies, listened to the soundtracks so much that james newton howard is now my most-played artist on spotify of all time, watched all the press releases, best cast moments, behind the scenes, & interviews, reviews, edit compilations, deep dives into the theology of the series, & so much more on youtube, & just couldn’t stop. I needed more. soooo much more.
so, I turned to fanfiction. I saw a video of a chick on tik tok bawling her eyes out after finishing this fic, & as someone who’s practically allergic to anything that doesn’t have an HEA as well as someone who considers finnick odair the greatest love (& loss) of her life, of course I thought this devastating read was gonna be perfect for me.
&, yes indeed, it was perfect. it felt sooooo canon-compliant, like this is my finnickannie fr. I’ll never be able to re-read catching fire or mockingjay again without thinking of when soul meets body. ugh. it was perfect. so sad & perfect. if “little talks” by of monsters & men were a book, it would be this one.
whether or not you’re into fanfiction, if you like the hunger games, you need to look into this beautiful book!!
DNF @ 62% This could have been great. I really really wanted to love it, but it just dragged A LOT. The author took a lot of time exploring things that were meh and basically zero time exploring the interesting parts so halfway through I just lost interest.
I always have a hard time determining if a book is “good” or “bad” when it manages to be realistic/true to my own experiences enough to trigger a dip in my mental health (I’m okay). It was hard to read, personally, because her mind works in a similarly broken brain to mine and that made it too real at times. For a fanfic, it managed to feel very real and true to canon while also expanding the story and characters. It’s far too long and could be soooo good if it were shortened just to make it a bit more snappy, but the ending had me sobbing (even though we ALL know what happens to Finnick in the end). I don’t think I’ll ever put myself through this one again, but highly recommend if you’re a fan of the hunger games and are searching that high of a new story within that world.
"Here is a question that I am unsure how to answer: When you make a person your home, where do you go when they are gone? What shelters you from the wind and rain? Where do you go at the end of the day when you're exhausted and on the edge of tears?"
So this was absolutely horrific. I don't remember the last time I cried this much for a book, but in the end, I was full-blown sobbing so hard for an hour, it got me a headache. I'm not going to lie and say that it wasn't a little drawn out and it lost me a little during the second half but the portrayal was amazing, the skill with which she writes gut wrenching scenes is admirable though my swollen eyes would want to have a word. I also read the first story which was entirely from Finnick’s POV and liked it so, so much, it's practically canon in my head. The way his slavery was portrayed made me think I never even considered the depths of it. Overall, I'm a mess and I don't want to see a Finnick and Annie fanfic ever again in my life. But everyone should read this one and experience true pain.
A few of the many quotes I liked and sobbed my heart over (including some from Finnick’s story): I got everything I ever wanted. I got everything I asked for. And I realized that truly, all I ever really wanted after all was to be left alone. For people to get away from me. For people to keep their fucking hands off of me. In having my dreams come true, I found a new darkness inside of me, one I didn’t even know existed much less lurked inside of me. I found new depths to horror, and anxiety, and pain. Humiliation. Terror.
I love her, and this is what she gets for it: an empty house and three coffins. I love her, and this is what it brought: night terrors that scrape the skin from her arms, a recession behind her eyes, and emptiness. So much emptiness. In this room, in my chest, in her eyes, in our lives. I’m a body. I’m a curse. I’m a thief. And she’s the one suffering for it.
She’s looking at me— really looking at me. Her green eyes meet mine in the moonlight. I wasn’t sure— I didn’t know. I didn’t know if I’d ever see her eyes again. Relief like I’ve never known washes through me. And then she answers me. “Will you kill me?” My grief bowls me over. It’s violent— it takes my breath away. How did we get here? From me promising her I wouldn’t let her die in that arena— to this? Her begging me to kill her? Her thinking death is her only escape? Me feeling the same? I break down and cry, and she disappears again. I don’t know where she goes. I don’t know if she’ll ever come back. She asked one thing of me— one thing— and I can’t even give that.
I remember thinking: there's nothing he could do that would be worse than being forced to sleep with those people in the Capitol. And then...he killed my mother.
"You are the one I love most," I find myself telling him, and it's true. It's so true I can't stand it sometimes.
"Sometimes I think they reaped you because they knew I would love you."
We are doomed to a life of performances. We put on a show where I'm The Mad Girl and he's a prostitute by choice and no one sees anything odd in the mentor/victor relationship we have. We put on a show where these Capitol people have to tell me what all these things in his home mean and where he takes girl after girl upstairs and where I sit and stare out the window all day. Sometimes I want to call Snow and say "Forgive me for asking, but this isn't a very interesting show is it?". But I know the answer before I ask. It's not supposed to be interesting. I am supposed to disappear as much as I can without actually becoming invisible. Judging by the way people talk about me like I'm not in the room, I have succeeded.
This is what Finnick and I get: we get months of happiness, a month of misery, a few days of sadness, and a lifetime of secrecy.
"I want to be able to call you my wife. I would love to say that. And I'd love to hear you call me your husband. Even if we can only say those things between these walls."
And he's right because I'm not mad and everyone else is wrong wrong wrong because he holds me together and he loves me just as I love him and he is good down to his core.
His lips are warm and the way the girls gossip about sex they always make it sound like something so disrespectful, but I've never felt more respected than I do with his lips on my skin and my heart under his mouth. 😭😭😭😭😭
"It is you I love the most/ Like the storm-swept sailor loves the coast/ Only with you am I whole."
"You're going to have to learn to handle the unfairness of the world, Annie. Because it isn't going to cut you any slack just because you're fragile."
Did you know that the only thing I hate more than you is myself? Did you know that you stole my mind and you stole Finnick's body and you stole Mags' right to die peacefully with her family? Did you know that you destroyed us all? Did you, Snow?
I weep and weep and weep and still I feel like a grave has been dug where my heart used to be.
I once loved a boy so much that I let it drown me.
Who does Finnick love? I think it's me and I'm so sorry that it is.😭😭😭😭
"If I don't ever see you again, know there was nothing that I loved as much as I loved you. Know that I always will love you this way. Know that you saved my life."😭😭😭😭
You slid out of my grasp like water, Finn. Like sand. Like time. Like air. You are no longer with me. I know that, now. No paper swans have flown through my window. Willow. Widow. I have learned to sleep alone. I hate it more than I hate myself.😭😭😭😭
Everyone stares at me when I walk into the large room. Everyone. I want to hide my face against your neck so badly suddenly that the urge leaves me breathless, like I've just been punched in the gut. But when I reach out to take your hand, to pull you to me, you aren't there. No one is there. Did you know that you were all I had? I am completely alone in the world. My sister is dead. My mom is dead. My dad is dead. My brother is dead. Mags is dead. You are dead. I am dead. We are dead. Everything is dead.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
You are gone, and I am still here, and nothing has ever been more painful. This was a mistake that can never, ever be fixed. I will have to deal with the ache of missing you every day. And I am so alone. Was anyone ever more alone than I am? I don't think it's possible. I am alone like no one ever has been before. Devoid of all family, all friends. All purpose, all belonging. There is no purpose to me at all.
...how you took a mad girl and loved loved loved her until she was herself again.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
"He was so much braver and kinder and more beautiful than anyone will ever know. And I will be lost without him for the rest of my life."
I am holding on because there is something I want everyone to know, something I stay alive to teach our son. It's that you can live far past whatever you think will kill you.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
But most of all, I want them to remember you, Finn. You sold yourself and everything you stood for to protect the people you loved. You held me together the many years I knew you. You saved my life. And you died so that everyone would be free to love as you loved. I want people to remember how important all these people were to me, especially you, and then remember that I am still here to write this. I know you are going to be so proud of me when I see you again. And you know what? I think I might be proud of me too.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I'm never recovering from this book. It was the saddest thig i've ever read. I sobbed all of the second half and most of the first. And i enjoyed it.
The way mental health is portrayed is devastatingly accurate and it destroyed me.
"Happy is a permanent state; sad is something that just occurs a lot"
"And who would have guessed that in the end, the worst possible torture would be forced sanity."
Finnick and Annie's love was so beautiful that i cry only thinking that it was cut short. They deserved everything.
"I love everything about you. I love you and it's eating me alive."
"In that moment I'm certain that even if I do feel this way because I'm mad, he's mad too. And when someone else shares your madness, it's not really madness at all."
"Did you know that I've tried to swim back to him? Did you know that I am scared to swim?"
4.5⭐️ perché le fanfiction lunghe vanno giudicate come letteratura alright !!! Sono complete e meritano il voto🥳
Pianti pianti pianti. A parte le varie ripetizioni della mente di Annie che, a un certo punto, erano un po’ tanto tutte uguali e stancanti, e un po’ troppo dirette a farti piangere appositamente con le dediche…
Il resto è stato bellissimo. Avrei voluto più sviluppo della coppia iniziale e più descrizioni dell’arena però (che un altro po’ erano più lunghi i biglietti che Finnick le mandava affianco ai doni degli sponsor ahahaha), visto che ha usato la frase «you crept up on me» che riprende proprio il modo in cui Finnick spiega a Katniss, in Mockingjay, che di Annie non si è innamorato immediatamente. Però qui non sembra ahahah e ci sono molti più capitoli di vuoto con solo PTSD e deliri, che insomma capisco ma fino a un certo punto.
Mi piace però come ha rispettato il canon compliant (non mi ricordavo del dettaglio delle poesie che Finnick dedicava ad Annie e quelle inventate qui sono bellissime🥹) ma anche aggiunto cose, ovviamente fatte apposta per la tragicità tipo la famiglia di Annie che viene uccisa in modo manipolatorio da Snow, il vicino di casa con l’amore non ricambiato e cose del genere. Poteva durare anche 6-7 capitoli in meno, perché nonostante la lunghezza sia quasi un prototipo delle FF tragiche, a volte bastava semplicemente tagliare su cose già dette ahahaha ma vabbè same old story
«You’re my favorite tribute» «And you’re my favorite mentor»🫠🫠
Uno dei lati migliori rappresentati è stato quello dell’intimità tra Finnick e Annie, che arriva col tempo e con calma vista la prostituzione a cui lui è costretto e i traumi anche di lei, con ottime descrizioni— molto romanticone e fade to black 2012 core ahahaha ma meglio così per l’anno e per la tematica, è stato realistico! Scherzavano tra loro e non c’era niente di esagerato o frasi fatte, davvero adorabile. Anche per essere stata scritta in quegli anni di maggior contenimento è, comunque, trattata con delicatezza che non era affatto scontato🙏
Anche il rapporto tra Annie e Johanna, che qui è un’amicizia quasi stile quella con Katniss mi è piaciuto molto, dà il senso dei Victors legati insieme (P.S. personale: non sono d’accordo però con le molte teorie melodrammatiche del fandom sul fatto che quasi ogni victor ha avuto una punizione, cioè, okay per Finnick e Johanna che è canon siano stati costretti a prostituirsi e che Snow abbia fatto uccidere la famiglia di Johanna quando si rifiutata— un altro è citarlo quasi con chiunque ahahah. Mi viene in mente anche la FF “The Actor” di voidshade su Ao3 (che era Easy Tiger su Fanfiction.net) in cui metà capitoli sono alternati con il mentore di Johanna inventato che è costretto alla stessa cosa, cioè, a volte lo trovo un po’ troppo ahahaha non sarebbe smart nemmeno per un villain. Guarda caso in SOTR la punizione per Beetee e Haymitch che hanno davvero fatto qualcosa sono più dirette verso i familiari e senza accordi, non sarebbe sensato ripeterlo su chiunque. Anche la stessa “vendita” di Finnick qua è sottolineata dalla morte della madre e l’ho passata giusto per il percorso con Annie e per quanto promette di stare insieme nonostante quest’obbligazione, ma resto sempre più per il canon in questi casi, senza aggiungere background 😅)
Mi fa morire poi che l’autrice abbia scritto una one shot con il finale felice, l’ha pubblicata nel 2023 cioè ben dieci anni dopo, si sarà sentita in colpa per l’heartbreak causato dai vari commenti e l’ha fatto per compenso AHAHAHAH😮💨. Non che siano tanti poi, tipo 10 a capitolo, però apprezzo che qualcuno l’abbia fatta girare su Tik Tok e che stata conosciuta, probabilmente nel 2012 leggere una FF così lunga dal POV di un personaggio per cui si prova empatia ma non affezione rispetto ad altri —in quanto secondario— non era così scontato, tra Fanfiction.net e i primi anni di Ao3 poi. Però si ho letto anche la one shot in cui finisce tutto per magia dopo circa metà del 3º libro (non credo sia specificato ma è una mia idea), Annie e Finnick crescono insieme il loro bambino e via, felici e contenti😙😙😙. Il fatto che l’autrice abbia scelto di farlo chiamare Manning e che nella versione finale tragica abbia detto che viene visto in modo diverso perché non ha un nome “marino”, come quelli tipici del distretto 4, ma ne è comunque fiera perché significa “son of the hero”….. OHHH PIANTI PIANTI PIANTI😭❤️ che vita potevano avere
È tutto così accurato e soprattutto in character, anche con le relazioni così pure e genuine c’è il rischio di esagerare ma qui loro due sono (per quanto un po’ troppo insta love) spontanei, dolcini e perfetti❤️🩹🌊
Devestation. That is the only way to describe this one. I haven't ugly cried this hard in my life. This fic tells the story of Annie's games and how she fell in love with Finnick, but it also spans all the way to the end of the Hunger Games Trilogy, and we all know where that leads. My life is just depression now, but in the most beautiful way. This fic shattered me. The characterization of Annie is done so well, as well as Finnick and Mags, even Johanna. Seeing how Finnick is able to get through to Annie after her games and how they are able to work through all their problems together, how they build a life despite the threats from the Capitol, despite what Snow makes Finnick do. The poetry, the desperation before the third quarter quell as the seconds tick by. There are just not enough words to describe what this story means to me. It's basically cannon in my mind. I cried so much that I was ill the next day, and I had raw red marks around my eyes.
I wish reviews could be photos so you could just see me sobbing!!
(Jokes aside this was written so well I have fully decided it is canon and part of the hunger games universe, if you told me Suzanne collins wrote this herself [without an editor to cut down length] I would believe you.
Finnick and Annie are now my favorite characters in the hunger games universe PERIOD and I won’t be taking criticism over this.
Gonna start logging fanfics I read bc I’m working on being true to myself. This was devastating bc I haven’t read the hunger games in forever and I forgot that finnick died until halfway through. So that sucked but I liked the rest. Giving this four stars as a fanfic but not as a book (respectfully)
That is the most beautifull fanfiction I ever read. The writing was just *chef kiss* The chemistry between Annie and Finnick was just so amazing ❤️ if anyone like the hunger games, I really recommend to read this <3
Ok ok so I didn’t actually finish this book, but I enjoyed what I did read. It was just too long and I got tired of the writing style, and I’ll be honest my finnick phase just simmered out a little. But what I did read absolutely wrecked me!