#but I chose orange just so I could include Finnick

[beneaththeshadows]

Based on that color wheel trend on Twitter last year (it's missing indigo, but let's leave that for part 2)

[thedelicatearcher]

Ok so fun fact abt me is my biggest hobby is making friendship bracelets😭and im not talking eras-tour-beads-and-charms im talking good old embroidery-floss-knotting-until-your-nails-break friendship bracelets. And those are literally just making rows and rows of knots in various patterns and stuff (im sure you can see where im going with this)

FINNICK WOULD LOVE MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS BC NOT ONLY IS IT SOMETHING TO DO WITH HIS HANDS THEYRE PRETTY AS HELL AND HE’D MAKE EVERYONE HE KNOWS WEAR THE ONES HE MAKES FOR THEM‼️‼️‼️

anyways I just wanna sit in silence w him as we make friendship bracelets is that really too much to ask for???

YES!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

finnick has many hobbies that involve working with knots and patterns such as crafting nets as beach beds for his friends, knitting, and making friendship bracelets is also one of them for sure!!!

all of finnick’s bracelets are sea themed. whether it’s from the colors he picks--from example, a mix of pale green and a soft blue representing the algae in the sea. a mix of warm colors symbolizes the loving sunset he admires every day on the beach. he finds a meaning in every color. after making an all-red bracelet, he explained to everyone how it represented a crab. it’s also from the little charms too. he has tons of stars, which he sees as starfish. he has little dolphins too, some anchors, and smiley faces.

he could spend an inhuman amount of hours sitting on the floor, humming sweet melodies as his hands work on the knots. expertly following the familiar patterns, it becomes effortless for him. his mind drifts, relaxed as he focuses on getting the tension in the bracelet just right. if you were to look at him, you would notice his focused frown, legs crossed, tongue sticking out in concentration, surrounded by supplies spread across the floor.

what he loves most about making friendship bracelets is choosing the colors according to the person he has in mind. for mags, he made a lilac and sky blue bracelet with a pattern that had hearts all over it.

for peeta, he carefully chose soft tones of orange and yellow embroidery floss, aiming to capture the essence of the quiet sunset he so admittedly loves. he includes a small sun charm to complement it. finnick smiles like a child as he imagines peeta's face when he explains the meaning of the bracelet to him.

for johanna, he picked the brightest, most colorful neon colors. a mischievous grin spread across his face because he knows she won’t reject the bracelet. he understands johanna won't wear her bracelet when he is not around, but the satisfaction of knowing that she loves him so dearly that she would wear it, even if she hates it, it's enough to him.

he takes great pride in his creations, adoring the sight of the strings on his dearest friends' wrists. his hands may be cramping, but his heart feels full of love for his friends

[innocent-artery]

For Halloween:

Merman!Finnick Odair meeting the reader but like dark merman who drags them down with them into the ocean or like keeps them in a sea cave with only an underwater entrance… idk if this is how to do requests but it’s an idea I’ve had for a few weeks

This is generally how people do requests, you're all good! I believe the term you're looking for might be siren. I am in love with this concept and I hope I did it justice. I made it so that he was the kind of merman that can transform because I really didn't want to write a fish penis. Hope you like it!

Kinktober 28th: Waterlogged

aka siren luring with Finnick Odair

0.6k words

Summary: The handsome siren you've had eyes for finally has you under his spell.

Pairing: Merman!Finnick Odair x gn!reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to the altar is my hips, a spotify playlist by me!

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Your brain felt like it was floating around in the clouds, though in reality this was physically far from true.

You were currently extremely far underwater, hidden in a cave, dangling your legs in the water from the ledge. Warm light flickered from the lamp in the corner, illuminating the walls in a dim orange glow. Finnick had no need of it, of course, his eyes were well adjusted to the darkness of the sea, but as yours were not he took the courtesy of bringing a few items down so that you would be comfortable upon your arrival.

Speaking of Finnick, you jumped a bit when you felt hands creep up from your ankles to your knees, resting there. Looking down you saw the charming smile of the charming man who had brought you down here in the first place. The water was rippling behind him and the soft figure of his tail waved up and down behind him, coming in and out of sight with a glint. His chin rested atop his hand, gazing up at you with eyes that would have pierced your soul if not for the impossibly loving look in them.

"You like it?"

You nodded, hand reaching to find his. "It's perfect."

Finnick's hands slid up and down your thighs a few times before resting them on either side of you, hoisting himself up so that his face was level with yours. "Isn't it? This way, I can have you all to myself."

With Finnick at this proximity, you really couldn't be blamed for kissing him like you did. He responded almost immediately, putting you in that warm, fuzzy place that seemed to consume you whenever you were around him. Everything you saw and felt was eerily soft, fluid almost. His aura was magnetic and he drew you in with his piercing gaze and smooth words. He was mesmerizing, tantalizing, enchanting. Your only hesitancy was in wondering why he chose you.

His eager movements had you holding onto his shoulders, exhilarated. Finnick seemed to engulf you, hovering over you. Somewhere along the line his tail had disappeared and replaced itself with defined, muscular legs that slid against yours as he crawled into a secure position above you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" The question brought a blush to your cheeks- though his hand stroking your hip, dangerously close to where you so desperately needed him could have also contributed.

"Finnick..." You breathed, barely able to form a coherent thought.

"Right here, sweet."

"I need you."

Before the words had even left your mouth, Finnick's hand snaked over the top of your thigh before finding purchase between your legs, slow movements drawing breathy moans from your lips; the sounds were music to Finnick's ears. Your mind felt empty, and yet it was overwhelmed by the feeling of Finnick's mouth on you, roaming your skin and claiming you with soft pricking of skin from his teeth.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me. Just like that, perfect. Just for me, too. All mine." His voice pushed you further and further to the edge, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. "Mine, mine, mine..."

As the waves of pleasure became more intense and your high came barreling closer, you only had one thought:

Finnick was going to be the death of you.

~

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[ellanainthetardis]

Today: a typical Capitol night and a test... Will Haymitch pass?

[ff] or [ao3]

Chapter 44 : Mingling

Haymitch downed the two white pills with a gulp of the plastic bottle of water he had found in the car’s mini-bar, hoping the headache would go away soon. He strongly doubted it, not given that they were on their way to a party where the music would probably be loud and atrocious, but he still hoped.

They had recorded several interviews that day that would be aired later in the week – well, Haymitch had recorded several interviews, Effie had mostly remained backstage and made sure everything went without a hitch – and it had left him exhausted. The effort it took to remain cocky and slightly charming when all he wanted was to shout about the Capitol’s stupidity…

Necessary evil, Effie had promised. He knew there would be more of them. There had been enough shows and parties in the last couple of days to make anyone feel dizzy. There were only three victors left in the city now, including him, everyone else had gone home. One of them was staying for medical reasons – and it went to show that they were very short on the victors front that the Gamemakers were willing to invest in an old man’s health – and the other was a twenty-something puppy from Three who had won a few years earlier and who wasn’t hiding his plan to make the most of the sudden power vacuum.

Raye Adams wanted to be the new Finnick Odair. That was his funeral as far as Haymitch was concerned, he would simply have liked it better if the kid had stopped following him around, hoping to be splashed by his sudden rekindled fame. He wasn’t very fond of the young victor. Too much of an ambitious jerk.

Why, the way he had dismissed Effie the other day, asking her to fetch him another drink as if she was a waitress ready to comply to his every wishes and calling her darling as if he had any right to the pet name… Her reaction had almost made it worth it though. Effie had batted her fake eyelashes once, had looked him up and down and had looped her arms around one of Haymitch’s, loudly thanking providence that she had been assigned to a real victor. That had sent the kid into a quiet offended rage. He had taken exactly one threatening step. Haymitch had glared at him and had told him in a calm detached voice to think long and hard about what he was doing. Raye had left, red in the face and not very happy about being chastised. He had been back though. Haymitch’s spotlight was too tempting for him.

A gentle hand on his arm brought him back to Earth and he stopped staring through the window without really seeing what was happening outside to turn to his escort. She was wearing a blue dress that looked like it was made of running water. It rippled and gleamed under the light, the diamonds around her neck and wrists only adding to the effect. The moss green wig on her head was cut in a wavy short bob, a style that suited her enough that he could almost forget the color.

“We are almost there.” she warned.

“Where are we going tonight?” he asked, not having paid attention earlier when she had laid out the outfit he was supposed to wear. They were matching he realized, although it was subtle. The blue embroideries on his waistcoat were the exact same color as her dress.

She pursed her lips, not pleased by his lack of attention probably. “A birthday party. It won’t be a grand affair and I do not expect any camera. It isn’t a Games event and there shouldn’t be many sponsors. It will be a different crowd than the one you are used to.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Why are we going, then?”

They were usually kept on a schedule. Effie picked and chose the events they attended – he had to attend, really – but he was certain she was given a list of suggestions to begin with. Although, he supposed that the season was over now and official Games events would become few and far in between. It would all be about bringing the legendary Quell victor to private parties now and to official governmental events to give them a certain… flair.

“Because I have known Celeste since infancy and it would be rude of me not to attend.” Effie answered.

He frowned, understanding suddenly dawning on him. “Oh. They’re your friends, those people.”

She hesitated, briefly twisting the iris shaped ring around her finger in an unconscious nervous gesture. “I suppose that is the term one would employ. I would advise against trusting any of them though.”

“Cause I’m usually such a trusting kind of guy.” he taunted.

Her lips stretched into an amused grin before she could school her expression into a disapproving pout. “There won’t be cameras but it will be all over the city before the end of the night that we were here together… And since there is no real reason for you to attend other than escorting me…”

“Okay.” he shrugged.

They hadn’t made a lot of progress on that front. Questions were raised about their relationship but they eluded them out of habit and weren’t quite certain how to just… come out and say it. Haymitch was sick and tired of the empty Center though. The penthouse felt like a prison and he was ready to move out as soon as Effie judged it wise. People were already asking when he was planning on going back to Twelve… He hadn’t yet made it clear he wasn’t.

“There will be alcohol.” she warned as the car slowed down to a stop. She didn’t make a move to open the car door.

He swallowed hard. “Sweetheart…”

She looked down at the sparkly clutch on her knees. “I am not asking you… I know why you drink, Haymitch. I know why you feel you need it. And I understand that the Quell probably made that worse but… When we are in public…”

“I’m gonna try to keep off the stuff.” he cut her off. His face burned with embarrassment and he rubbed his brow. The headache wasn’t gone and he really didn’t want to have this conversation. “I’m not saying I’m gonna make it… Don’t know how long I can make it… But…”

It was too dangerous.  He had come to that conclusion after his stupid stunt with the sleeping pills. When he was drunk, he wasn’t in control and he needed to be in control, all the more so if he was supposed to live in the den amongst the wolves. The sharp memories of withdrawals weren’t an incentive for him to pick a bottle again either. He was only too aware how much of a liability booze was. What if he got addicted again only for Snow to cut his supplies once more? He would die this time around. He was sure of it. And while that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in his book, it would leave Effie and the boy without protection. He was at the point where the thirst was something he could sometimes forget about. He wished for a drink more out of habit than out of need. It wasn’t easy, particularly when nightmares plagued him… But he thought he could hold on some more. And he hoped that, at some point, holding on wouldn’t be so hard anymore.

“I’m gonna try, yeah?” he awkwardly muttered. There was pride in her eyes and it made him even more embarrassed. “We’re gonna be late.”

An amused smile played on her lips. “Well, we wouldn’t be if you would do the gentlemanly thing and run around to open my door.”

He rolled his eyes. “Never gonna happen.”

She let out a theatrical annoyed sigh and opened the door herself. “You are insufferable.”

It was more fond than irritated.

It was refreshing to get out of a car and not be assaulted by flashes, calls of his name and pleas for his signature or his picture. The street was calm, it was a classy residential area where rows of respectable houses were lined up with obsessive preciseness… The house in front of them was full of light, music was drifting out as well as laughter and the occasional happy shriek.

He followed Effie to the front door, feeling out of place.

She didn’t bother ringing the doorbell or knocking – and it was probably wise because he was sure that nobody would have heard it – she made her way inside, holding out the door for him, lifting her eyebrows as it sudden obvious reluctance.

She had said it wasn’t the crowd he was used to… She was right. He was used to fancy expensive Capitol parties, this looked more like what he would have found at one of the clubs in town. People weren’t quite as stiff, the waiters and waitresses in dark uniforms weren’t Avoxes, and while looking just as ridiculous as Capitols always did, those people seemed a little less eager to impress.

He figured out without having to ask Effie that this party wasn’t exactly upper class. At least, not the upper class they were used to. They were certainly rich but they didn’t have the pedigree that went with it.

“Effie! I wasn’t sure you would make it!” a woman with a vivid orange wig screamed. His escort was briefly swallowed by a gaggle of Capitols and he watched, staying a step behind, as they exchanged air kisses and small talk about everyone’s good health. Eventually, orange wig’s eyes fell on him and she stopped mid-sentence to gape, making him even more uncomfortable. He buried his hands in his pockets and winced when the woman stared. “Oh, my goodness!”

Effie was back at his side in a flash, fishing one of his hands directly from his pocket, with a  sheepish smile. “I hope you do not mind, Celeste… I know I RSVP as alone but…”

“You brought Haymitch Abernathy to my birthday party.” Celeste stated bluntly, as if in shock. “I couldn’t even get tickets to the Crowning, it’s almost impossible to get close enough at red carpets and you brought him to my birthday party.”

The three other women who had jumped on Effie seemed equally impressed with his presence and Haymitch didn’t know if he ought to be amused or…

“Haymitch, this is my good friend Celeste Astworth.” Effie introduced them without further ado. “Celeste… I am assuming introductions aren’t necessary.”

Haymitch outstretched the hand Effie wasn’t holding. The woman shook it for far longer than was normal.

He had dealt with that kind of bemused fans before. Most of them were harmless. It wasn’t his favorite thing but he indulged her, hoping not everyone in that house would react the same way. He flashed her a smirk. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Celeste giggled, still shaking his hand.

He glanced at Effie for help but she seemed to find the situation hilarious.

“You will make her party the place to be tonight.” she explained with a grin. “That should warrant quite a few articles in the newspapers. Happy birthday.”

Celeste looked over the moon.

Haymitch thought it was the cheapest birthday present he had ever seen. Trust Effie…

“You mind if I get my hand back?” he joked.

The woman seemed to remember herself and let go of his fingers, flushing a bright shade of red. “My apologies! Oh, Effie, I ought to chide you! If I had known I would have… This was supposed to be a night between friends, you understand...” Those words were directed at Haymitch. “If I had known to expect more distinguished guests…”

“I’m sure everything’s fine, sweetheart.” he told her.

She almost swooned at being called by that pet name.

Effie’s grip became a tad firmer on his hand and she introduced him to the other women without waiting for Celeste to answer. They were a little more composed fortunately.

For a party between friends the house was crowded with people. Effie knew everyone, it seemed, but he quickly lost track of names and faces. He identified a couple of people as regular sponsors but they were in the minority.

Effie’s friends were crazy people but he wasn’t really surprised.

It wasn’t his scene at all and he hung back most of the time, sipping from the alcohol free cocktail Celeste had only been too happy to fetch for him, trying and failing to pretend he belonged in that sea of bright colors and idiotic people. Most people Effie stopped to talk to were in the fashion industry and he was bored out of his mind. She must have realized because she steered him toward a group of men who looked less flamboyant than the others.

She was welcomed with appreciative looks and predatory smiles that made him let go of her hand to place an arm around her shoulders in an instinctive claim. She automatically melt against his chest, not even batting an eyelash at the public display.

She greeted each of them by name far too ridiculous for him to remember them but her attention remained on the one with curly bleached blond hair. “Aspecus, may I entrust Haymitch to you? I am afraid talks of frills and lace bore him.”

Alarmed at the prospect of being left alone with those people, Haymitch tried to protest but she was already gone with a peck on the corner of his lips.

“Who wouldn’t be bored.” the man with purple hair on his left complained before downing his glass. “I swear, Pec, your wife always only invites stylists and models.”

Aspecus – Pec for short, it seemed – gave a helpless shrug. “Her party, her rules. So, not a fan of fashion, Haymitch?”

“Can’t say I care much for it, no.” he snorted.

“I’m surprised you would come to this kind of party…” the third man commented carefully. “It is a far cry from the City Circle. No offense, Pec.”

That one, Haymitch recognized. Maneo, he thought. The name was Gellert Maneo or something like that… He did sponsor sometimes although not every year.

“I guess I’m Effie’s present to the birthday girl.” he admitted.

“Are you?” Pec laughed. “Celeste will certainly be happy with that. She is a great fan of the Games.”

Haymitch tried not to cringe.

“I see.” Maneo said quietly at the same time.

And Haymitch thought maybe he did see, which made him cringe even further. “Not like that.”

“Like what?” purple hair asked, clearly confused by the long look Haymitch and the sponsor were exchanging.

Maneo took a sip of what Haymitch suspected to be whiskey. “So, Sal, what were you saying about the pearl market?”

As it turned out, the men were businessmen. There were plenty of those amongst the sponsors but Haymitch had never really had an opportunity to talk about… business before and it was more interesting than he would have cared to admit. They were still shallow people – he didn’t think he would ever find anyone in the city who wasn’t shallow – but they were more pragmatic than most. They weren’t stupid either and that made it easier for him to eventually relax and enjoy the conversation that, for once, didn’t revolve around fashion, the Games or who was screwing who.

It was plain to see they were surprised he could hold his own in debates. Politics was avoided – probably because it was rude or whatever but since that suited him just fine, it was alright – but Haymitch wasn’t that bad at other topics like literature, philosophy or ancient history.

“There’s not much else to do in Twelve other than read.” he awkwardly answered Sal’s diplomatic enquiries as to where he had gone to school, feeling embarrassed for no good reason. He had no university degree to boost, no degree at all to be honest since he hadn’t even finished high school, but that didn’t mean he was stupid.

All in all, he finally admitted after a whole hour of talking to them that the party wasn’t that bad. Down to Earth people, he could deal with. Still, he was a little surprised when Pec asked if he wanted to have dinner with them the following week – mainly because it sounded like a genuine invitation and not something born out of a need to be seen with the Quell’s victor. He had been wondering why Effie had kept in touch with people who were so obviously beneath her in the food chain, now he was getting a clearer picture. She might not trust them – and that was wise because who could trust anyone in the Capitol? – but they were certainly a nice change from the pompous people they had to deal with on an everyday basis.

“Here you are!” Celeste eventually appeared, wrapping her arms around Pec’s waist. “You are not mingling. Very rude.”

Effie wasn’t far behind her. Her blue eyes studied him and she must have come to the conclusion Haymitch wasn’t in need of a rescue because she flashed him that smug I know better smile. He rolled his eyes at her but didn’t protest when she leaned against his side. If her friends were surprised by their behavior, they didn’t let on.

“You were doing so well by yourself, my love, I did not want to rain on your parade.” Aspecus smoothly replied.

Celeste looked pleased by the compliment but her attention soon settled on the victor. “Are you having fun, Haymitch? I hope my husband and their friends stopped talking shop long enough to make sure you have everything you need…”

“I’m good, thanks.” he answered.

He was rewarded for this small polite act by fingers brushing against his, loosely entwining them together. He looked at Effie, a little surprised to realize she looked content, not quite harried or eager like she usually was at official parties but… relaxed. She still had her bubbly persona on but it was a bit toned down. Probably because there were no sponsors to impress. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that he was just there to serve as a birthday present or because gossip rags would have something to say about her bringing him to a private party… This was something else. She had clearly known those people a long time and she felt comfortable around them. She had brought him on her turf. This was a test of sort, to see if he could fit in her life.

“How am I doing?” he asked in a low voice and with a small unimpressed smirk while the Capitols were having a loud debate about a reality TV show or other.

She probably had expected him to figure it out at some point because she grinned. “You are passing with flying colors.” He shook his head at her and she tilted hers to the side, studying him. “Are you mad? I thought you and Pec might hit it off.” She wrinkled her nose. “He and his friends are a little boring, Celeste always complains about it. I thought they might be to your liking.”

“Cause I’m boring too?” he taunted.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and it was an automatic response to circle her waist with his. There was some staring and he was sure a few pictures were covertly taken but he didn’t really mind. That was the point, wasn’t it?

“Most Capitols would think so.” she hummed as he tightened his hold on her, bringing her even closer.

“And you?” he snorted.

“I know better.” she chuckled, leaning in to whisper in his ear all the not boring things she wanted him to do to her later. It was very hard to keep countenance or to resist dragging her back to the penthouse right then.

“Minx.” he accused in her neck.

“I am sorry to interrupt but I think it is high time for Pec to go fetch the cake in the kitchen and to start singing while I stand here and look surprised.” Celeste cut in with obvious amusement, clearing her throat. “Perhaps, Haymitch, you would be so kind as to help him? If you wouldn’t mind. I trust you can light a few candles without almost burning the house down.”

Pec rolled his eyes. “The match slipped through my fingers once and there was no damage. How long will you keep holding this over my head?”

Celeste’s look clearly indicated it would be a very long time indeed.

Effie dropped her arms and thus he had no choice but to follow Pec, a bit annoyed to have to let go of his escort. Still, the ruse was obvious because he wasn’t two feet away when Celeste loudly squealed. “How did this happen? When did this happen? Is it serious? How serious?! You have to share the gossip, Effie! Oh, this is the best birthday ever!”

All in all, it wasn’t the worst time he had had in the city.

He was startled to realize when they climbed back into the car that he had actually had a good enough time and that he hadn’t thought about the Quell in a couple of hours. The easy friendship between Pec and the others had made him miss Chaff but the dull ache had been eased by their willingness to include him.

He hadn’t quite meant to make plans with them but he had accepted the pressing invitation to get together some time in the following week.

Maybe, he thought as Effie’s head rested against his shoulder, just maybe he could find a place in this city.