Finnick and Peeta: Another Phone Call (From Self’s WIP Hunger Games Fan Fiction AU)

Dear blog readers, just to clear up any confusion: Self writes fan fiction. So she’s going to be putting snippets on this blog occasionally. It is her Super # 1 Stress Buster. She started in November, and now her story’s up to 20 chapters. It’s so much fun, like playing. Wherever she is, whatever she happens to be doing, she is never too tired to churn out another chapter.

She only writes one kind of fan fiction: Hunger Games. And she ships Everlark.

In her AU, Peeta is the sole Victor of his games. He and Finnick are best buds. When Peeta’s home in 12, he and Finnick keep in touch (Oh, and Katniss is married — to Gale. So Peeta has a very solitary existence. So saaaaad! Peeta is self’s Super # 1 Favorite Hunger Games character. She can write him 50 kinds of angst, and it will all be good. Sad, but good)

Since self is in Mendocino, and happens to be learning a lot about ship-building (from the newspaper The Mendocino Beacon, and from chatting with the librarian at the Mendocino Community Library), she gave Finnick a plaything: his very own boat.

Peeta’s kept in touch with Finnick, all through the winter and spring. Finnick is his life-line. Peeta talks about his painting, or the weather, and Finnick talks about fishing and about swimming. They know their lines are tapped, but they still take pleasure in knowing how the other is doing.

In April, Finnick tells Peeta that he’s building himself a boat.

“How big?” Peeta asks.

“As big as I can make it,” Finnick says. “50 feet? I have local help.”

Peeta is happy for him. The last time Finnick was home, he barely got to look at the ocean before he got called back. He’d been home less than a week.

Peeta asks Finnick when he thinks his boat will be ready and Finnick says, probably a year. Then they both fall silent. There are rumors that Snow will have all the Victors — even the non-working ones, even the ones who’ve retired years, decades ago — to spend six months of every year in the Capitol. It’s another humiliating aspect of their lives, that they have so little actual control over their happiness.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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