#catching fire

[ellecdc]

hi! for a finnick prompt would you be able to do one where him and reader are already together and they are both doing their own thing but in the same room and he wants her attention but reader is still shy so she is lowkey ignoring him and is blushing, you could include lots of kisses from him, idk if that makes sense but i love your writing!

ok I'm sorry I included exactly 0 kisses in this but it's because they were in public and idk about shy!reader but I would simply combust if I participated in PDA. I hope the rest makes up for it though hahaha <3

Finnick Odair x fem!reader who are training for the 75th Hunger Games [613 words]

CW: it is set during the games technically (or at least the lead up) but I stg it's super chill and comedic - hardly any darkness at all, Finnick being a relentless flirt, reader is going Through It, one threat of violence made by reader

It was getting harder and harder to avoid Finnick’s gaze, though you were beginning to suspect that was likely by design. 

It was near impossible to ignore him. No sooner would you move to a different training station was he waltzing over to set up directly across from you; perhaps appearing innocent and nonchalant to the untrained eye, but his unrelenting smirk gave him away.

That was fine…this was fine. You were more or less…accustomed to Finnick, although that was usually behind closed doors, and even then you found yourself a moment's notice away from simply melting into the floorboards. Still, you figured you could probably manage having him stand across the table cutting eyes at you, so long as no one else noticed. 

You looked up from the sample snares in front of you to confirm that no one else had noticed, watching in horror as one half of the lovers from District 12 quickly averted his gaze from you. 

Fuck. 

“You’re supposed to be looking at me, sweetheart. Don’t look at him.” Finnick murmured into your ear, causing you to let out an inelegant - and rather embarrassing - yelp as you quickly spun on the spot; suddenly face to face with your tormentor boyfriend who now had you essentially pinned between the workstation and his frame. 

“Finnick.” You hissed, ignoring the heat in your face and the tightness in your chest as you tried to shove him away. He allowed you to turn back towards the station, but he made no effort to create space between the two of you. 

“Yes, darling?”

“Go away.” You nearly whined, cringing as you watched Johanna snort humourlessly and shake her head at the two of you. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassing you!?” Finnick nearly wailed, causing you to - once again - nervously glance around the room at the other victors.

Tributes? 

Tribute victors?

Victor tributes…

Whatever; lethal fuckers you were going to have to befriend or literally die trying in the next few days. You hardly saw what Finnick’s angle was by harassing you. 

“Babe. I’m offended.” He continued, trailing after you as you tried to move to another station in order to shake him off, though he did have the decency to keep his voice down around the district five and six tributes. Victors? Fuck. “How is loving on my sweet, beautiful girl embarrassing?”

You nearly whimpered as you stomped one of your feet petulantly, bringing one of your hands up to your cheeks to inspect them. And, yup - as you suspected - your face was scorching.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Finnick cooed, and between your embarrassment, the fact that Finnick for a moment sounded truly concerned for your wellbeing, and the stress of being here again, you didn’t realize your mistake in responding “you’re making me blush” until it was too late. 

Finnick - the smug bastard - seemed all too pleased at the news; smile growing impossibly brighter as he stood straighter in his victory. 

“That’s kind of the point, honey.” He all but cheered, raising his hand as though he were going to confirm for himself that your cheeks were, indeed, a furnace.

You quickly - and rather aggressively - swatted his hand away from you. 

“Finnick Odair, you touch me and I’ll have you hanging from the rafters so fucking fast it isn’t funny.” You threatened in a volume you assumed to be quiet, until you realized the gym had fallen silent and you had an audience of twenty two staring intently at the two of you. 

Finnick let out a bark of laughter as you made to storm away, though you didn’t miss how Katniss leaned in to whisper “okay; Beetee, Wiress, Mags, and her” into Peeta’s ear.

[celine-song]

Then we let the people do the rest.

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) dir. Francis Lawrence

[passportforfiction]

Call me stone-hearted but the only time I actually cried in Hunger Games

Your honor, I love him more than words can express.

[charlunday]

In completing the daddy collection, I realized I was missing one very important mom!! Now, it is mended 🐋

Mama Lucy Gray

Mama Katniss

commissions open!

[atefingersdagger]

Blood Rain

(Reposting old Johanna art)

[allisluv]

for totally appropriate and pg reasons....I imagine finnick having reader suck on his fingers when she's too loud..so pg..

flattery will get you nowhere.

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: pre-established relationship, brief mentions of the war, found family trope, nsfw, finnick is such a tease, praise kink, risk of being caught but not really at the same time, petnames, use of the phrase "good girl", finnick has reader suck on his fingers to stay quiet, soft!dom finnick.

word count: 1k

To commemorate the first year since the war ended, Peeta and Katniss invite you, Finnick and the rest of your friend group over for dinner at their new house on the coast. 

Finnick comes out of the bathroom with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. The smell of cologne wafts into the bedroom as he runs a hand through his golden curls. “I’m ready to go if you—” He cuts himself off when he sees you. 

You’re wearing a white dress that stops right above your knees. A golden pendant with Finnick’s initials is draped around your neck. Youre slipping a pair of matching dangly earrings into your lobes when your husband’s voice cuts through the air. You make eye contact with him through the reflection in the mirror and smile. “Hey.” 

Finnick grins and two dimples carve their way into the spot above his lips. He steps up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Jesus Christ, woman, I swear you’re trying to kill me before we even leave the house.”

You laugh as he presses feather-light kisses along the slender column of your throat. “Oi. We can’t be late. Effie will have my head on a platter if I’m not there on time.” 

Finnick groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers trail down the length of your arms. “Do we have to go, angel? Can’t we just stay here?” 

You roll your eyes upwards, but you can feel a hot heat pooling between your thighs. Your voice holds a warning tone as you say, “Finn.” 

He drops his voice an octave, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You know that I would make it worth your while, hm?” 

You weigh up the options in your head. On the one hand, you want nothing more than to stay here and have him take care of you like you desperately need but you know you can’t. “We can’t let them down.”

“Why not?” He kisses the sweet spot behind your ear and grins when you melt into him. 

Fucking smug bastard. 

“Because Katniss and Peeta are expecting us. And it is rude to let them down.” You argue. “I know we’re staying the night but surely you can have some self- control for less than twenty-four hours.”

Finnick pouts. “But you look so pretty in that dress, baby.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Finnick grins. “That’s not what you said the other night when—”

“Oi!”

He laughs. “Alright, I’ll keep my hands to myself… for now.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek and pulls away before taking you by the hand and interlacing your fingers together. “C’mon. Let’s get going.”

Finnick keeps his hand on your thigh all the way from your house to Katniss and Peeta’s. His fingers every so often trail higher, tracing the lining of your underwear innocently before his hand goes back to your thigh and his eyes back to the road.

It’s warm inside of Katniss and Peeta’s house. Annie, Johanna, Beetee, Haymitch and Effie are already at the dinner table as Finnick leads you over to an empty seat, where he sits you down and settles down beside you. His hand falls back to your thigh. 

Dinner passes smoothly. Everyone talks and drinks wine or water and by the time dessert is served, your stomachs are fit to burst. The conversations pass well into the early evening, and eventually, when the tiredness sets in, every one starts to retreat to the guest bedrooms. 

You’re on edge by the time you and Finnick head back to the bedroom. Once the door is locked behind you, you spin on your heel to face him.

Finnick grins. “What’s wrong, angel? You look flushed.” His voice holds mock sympathy and you can tell that he is holding back a laugh. 

“You’re such a dick.” You hiss out, folding your arms over your chest. 

Finnick does laugh this time. “Huh? What’re you talking about, angel?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, mister. What was that, hm? Sliding your hand up my thigh when we were eating our dinner, whispering dirty things in my ear, sitting me in your lap when we were on the sofa?” 

Finnick grins like the cocky bastard he is. 

You glare at him, cheeks burning. “Well?”

“Well, what, baby?”

“You gonna fuck me or what?”

Finnick tsks his tongue but obliges by crossing the room in a few quick strides and guiding you to sit down on the edge of the bed. “So needy,” he chastises. 

“Don’t test me, Finn,” You huff. 

He cuts you off by slotting his lips over your own and swallowing your moans. His hands slip up the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric up over your hips as he makes quick work of ridding yourself of your underwear. He groans into your mouth and his fingers slip under the thin material. “You’re soaked, angel. Can I take these off?” 

You nod but he cocks his head to one side with an arched brow, silently telling you that he wants to hear you say it. You roll your eyes. “Yeah. Take them off.”

Usually, he would make you beg for it or give out to you for being bratty, but if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by, he’s just as needy as you are, if not more. 

He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them to one side carelessly. Slipping his tongue into your mouth once more, he runs his fingers through your folds and he groans. “You really are trying to kill me.”

You moan. “Please.” 

Finnick shushes you gently. “Need you to be quiet, f’me, angel. Think you can do that?” His thumb finds your clit and you whimper. Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, he lifts the same hand and coaxes your lips apart so that you are taking his thumb. He smiles as you suck on his thumb, using his other hand to gather your wetness and increase the pressure and pace of his fingers. “There you are. There’s my good girl. I’m gonna fuck you soon, but you have to show me you’re gonna stay quiet, got it?”

[shinynewmemories]

No but the Hunger Games really said "what do you hate more- the atrocities or the people who commit them against you? Because like it or not there IS a difference. If you hate the people who commit acts of pure evil more than you hate the acts themselves, what will stop you from becoming just like your enemies in your pursuit of justice? What will keep you from commiting those very same acts against THEM when the opportunity arises? And what then? The cycle of pain and suffering will never stop. Round and round it'll go. Nothing will ever change. But. BUT. If you hate the atrocities. If you hate the vile, senseless acts MORE than you hate the people who did them to you. If you are able to see that evil is evil regardless of who does it... The cycle ends with you. No, you may never get justice. But you will never be responsible for making others, even your enemies, suffer the same crimes you have. The atrocities will never be committed by you, never by your hand. And that's the way you change the world. It's the ONLY way" and that's why I am sure it will never stop being one of the most relevant works of fiction ever created

[stephsycamore]

I think the most radical thing the hunger games does is tell young people that the most revolutionary thing you can do is have unconditional love for humanity. Katniss throughout the entire series is guided by a deep sense of compassion for the people around her. It is what causes her to volunteer, to bury rue, to mercy kill cato, its why she tries to save peeta, why finnick telling her to remember who the real enemy is works, and even though her compassion for the larger world falters when peeta is kidnapped, it comes back when she visits hospitals and asks for mercy for other victors and ultimately, it is love and belief in a better humanity that makes her kill coin. Through it all, she maintains an unfaltering belief in the fundemental goodness of humanity, which is diametrically opposed to dr gaul's and snow's worldview. Peeta is even more unwaveringly compassionate

So the series tells young people that the most revolutionary thing you can be is compassionate. Let compassion drive your politics. Let yourself believe in the fundemental goodness of people. And i think that's deeply important in a world that touts the superiority of pure reason or logic, to allow yourself to be guided by something as emotional as compassion. Katniss everdeen tells us that your politics should be rooted in compassion in a world that thinks detatchment or cynicism is intelligence and i think thats v cool

[timelesslords]

thinking about how the hunger games were designed to prove that without society, order, government, someone to rule, we devolve into little more than animals, and how the games themselves prove over and over again that this is not true. We see it in every single game we witness.

Katniss placing flowers around Rue's body in the arena. Thresh sparing Katniss because she was kind to Rue, even though he was making it that much harder for himself to win.

Haymitch going back for Maysilee after hearing her scream even though their alliance had been broken. Haymitch holding her as she dies the same way Katniss did Rue.

Coral's "I can't have killed them all for nothing" when she realizes she's not going home. Lamina cutting down Marcus at great personal risk. And, my favorite moment in tbosas, Reaper collecting the bodies of his fellow tributes, his peers, even the ones who tried to kill him, into a pile. Taking the weapons from their hands. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms in the best approximation of a proper burial he can manage, covering them with the Capitol flag as a makeshift shroud.

The Games bring out the worst in people, yes. But despite the extreme circumstances, despite the exterior pressure of the Capitol, despite the fact that it could mean pain and heartbreak and death, it also shows that people have an enormous capacity for goodness. That even in a situation purposefully designed to make empathy impossible, people can't help but have it anyway.

Snow looks at the Games and all he can see is what's inside himself-- this pure animalistic drive to conquer and defeat. He kills and it feels good and he thinks that everyone else must feel that way too. He doesn't realize (maybe can't realize) that he is the exception, not the rule. He cannot see outside himself, outside his own warped perspective, to realize that the fact that people do show humanity in the games proves his entire worldview wrong.

[ringtoned]

suzanne collins is such a genius... the cultural phenomenon of her series leading to the hanging tree house remixes, mockingjay being milked for two (bad) movies, the capitol-inspired makeup palettes, the halloween costumes, the explosion of the market for dystopia, the butchering of her characters and removal of disabilities, disfiguration, and racial tension + representation to sell more tickets, the extra gale scenes to fuel discourse, and the audience showing up to cinemas to watch what was pretty honestly marketed to them (the jacob vs edwardification of the symbolic love story and also to watch children fight to the death) it's just so ridiculously ironic i would say you can't write this shit, but she did write about it... in The Hunger Games published 2008

[logicalbrina]

what makes Snow such a formidable villain within THG universe is that nothing he does was set in stone. there was no sense of inevitability about his actions and his brutality. Snow had enough perspective of poverty, capital cruelty, district hunger and not to mention his own arena experience’ and yet he actively chose at every moment to stray from natural goodness. its even more terrifying in the sense that he had the ability to care. Snow is not a mindless sociopath, he displays feelings to others such as sejanus, lucy grey and tigris but ultimately he will always choose himself. his ability to betray those he cared about in order yo advance himself makes him so much more than the stereotypical villain who is forced into his actions.

[ellecdc]

If you are still taking finnick request, could you please write something with protective finnick !! Only if you want to of course :)

thanks for the prompt! & thanks to @unstablereader for talking this one out with me <3

Finnick Odair x district four!reader who doesn't swim anymore [1.2k words]

CW: fem!reader, 75th hunger games, quarter quell talk, pre-games, reader has some PTSD that revolves around being completely submerged in water/swimming, someone shoves her into a pool, Finnick threatens murder

It was gimmicky, you could admit that much. A District Four victor who survived her games due to her ability to swim no longer could. 

You supposed it was less that you couldn’t, seeing as the skill was still there. Rather, it was your brain that had decided the water was no longer the safe, fun, and brilliant escape that it used to be.

Sometimes you missed it; you missed it most when Finnick would return from a swim, pink in the cheeks with his eyes bright and smile wide as his curls dripped down into his eyes, and sometimes into yours if he leaned over for a kiss before passing a towel through it. 

Sometimes you missed it on the nights you couldn’t sleep; wishing for the relief of being able to tire your body out without it feeling like torture. 

The water used to feel familiar; like a warm embrace from an old friend welcoming you home after a long day. 

Right now it felt like white hot terror striking down your spine as your hands desperately grasped at nothing around you. 

Finnick had tried to pretend that the itchy feeling in the palms of his hands was simply due to being here again; not as a victor, not as a mentor, not even to see clients, but because he was once again at one of the galas as a tribute to the 75th annual Hunger Games for the 3rd Quarter Quell. 

The thought made him sick to his stomach, let alone the fact that he’d now be facing it once again with you.

It was hard enough back when he was simply your mentor; taking a liking to you yet not having done anything about it at the time since you were, at that point, just another tribute he was sending off to their potentially untimely death.

And then you came back to him.

And then he finally felt brave enough to give the two of you a shot, just to be thrown back into the ring five years later. 

Maybe the two of you still did; if he could just get the fucking Mockingjay to stop looking at him like a threat, he might still stand a chance of getting the two of you out of that arena alive. 

But then he feels his blood run cold at the sound of your scream followed by a crowd murmuring.

Mags - acting once again as District Four mentor - is on him in a second, frantically grabbing at his wrist and pulling him towards the pool along the grounds of the President’s manor where a crowd was quickly growing and one half of the Mockingjay duo was bending over to reach into the splashing water.

Mags shoves him at the same time Finnick’s lips form your name, sprinting into action and jumping into the pool without a second thought to grab for you. 

You hold onto Finnick’s shoulders near painfully as he surfaces the two of you and you let out great, heaving breaths that were broken up by sputtering and sobs.

“You’re okay, you’re alright. I’m sorry, honey. I’m so sorry; you’re okay.” Finnick chants as he holds you close to his chest, keeping as much of your body out of the water as he can while he shares a look with Peeta before his eyes fall on a furious looking Johanna being held back by two peacekeepers. 

“The fuck happened?” He shouts over the nonsense; watching Johanna let some of the fight leave her now that she knew she wasn’t on her own anymore. 

“Thought she was makin’ it up, you know?” The male tribute from District Five that Finnick was quite glad he’d never bothered to learn the name of offers with a flippant shrug of his shoulders. “Thought everyone from District Four could swim.”

“You could have killed her!” Johanna shouts, forcing another sob out of you that has Finnick quickly tucking your head further into his neck before he returns his attention back to your assailant. 

“I wasn’t trying to kill her.” He drawls with a sarcastic smile on his lips. “Besides, the knight in shining armour came to save her, yeah? A happy ending for everyone.” 

Finnick lets out a humourless laugh as he makes his way towards the steps of the pool, never breaking eye contact with the prick. 

“Oh yeah,” he decides aloud, “you’ll be the first to go.” 

And damn the Capitol, damn the games, damn Snow’s party, and damn the Mockingjay; Finnick kept you tucked against his chest the entire way up to the District Four floor of the tribute centre as he rubbed soothing stripes up and down your back. 

“I’m sorry, Finn.”

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart.” He murmurs into your wet hair as he presses a kiss to your head, sitting you against the tub and rubbing your arms before he starts to fill it. “Why on earth would you be sorry?”

You sniffle as you tuck your shaking hands underneath your arms. “I hate this.”

“Honey-”

“You shouldn’t have to protect me.”

Finnick stops dead in his tracks as he turns his entire body towards you. “You are the smartest and loveliest person I have ever met in my life but that is without a doubt the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of someone’s mouth.” 

Stunned, your mouth falls open as you look at your boyfriend as though he’d grown a second or even third head before a disbelieving breath leaves your lips. 

“What?”

“Sweetheart,” Finnick sighs in exasperation, moving towards you on his knees as he pulls your hands out from your sides and begins dotting kisses across your knuckles as you silently will them to stop trembling, “I am the luckiest bastard in all of Panem to get to protect you-”

“But-”

“Just like you protect me. That’s what partners do, yeah?”

You shoot him an unimpressed look that quickly turns forlorn. “How do I protect you?”

Finnick scoffs as if you had said something particularly ridiculous as he turns his attention back towards adding oils and bubbles to your running bath. “Please, sweetheart; give yourself some credit. If it hadn't been for you, I would have killed that guy right then and there with my bare hands." He admits with a smile. 

“You wouldn’t have had to kill him if I wasn’t there.” You sigh.

“Not true.” Finnick argues facetiously. “I hated his face, thought it could use some rearranging.”  

“You’re ridiculous.” You murmur, but Finnick is happy to see a smile - albeit a small one - returning to your face. 

“Yeah?” He asks, smile growing when your eyes meet his and threaten to crinkle at the corners. “Am I insane?”

“Crazy.” You agree, falling for his trap.

“Crazy about you.” 

You let out a disgusted groan as you hide your face in your hands. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.” Finnick chides as he pulls your hands from your face and encourages you to stand. “Now let's get you out of this dress and then get into the bath, hm? I’m exhausted from being the luckiest bastard in all of Panem.”

[flodaya]

#katniss is a victim of the sassy men apocalypse

[sherwood-scribblings]

Thought this was a necessary measure because we all know that surge of clueless thirsty tiktok fans is gonna happen.

[woah this post blew up how,,,,, psa that i have indepth analysis + theories on my feed if you crave more sotr content]

[daydreamer-in-reverie]

Started rereading the Hunger Games series and I feel like it’s so overlooked how in 74th and 75th Hunger Games, we don’t know every Tribute’s names, with Katniss only referring to them by their District numbers but in TBOSAS, we knew every single Tribute by name. We associated them with the clothes they wore on the Reaping Day and Suzanne even goes so far as to describe how they looked, however briefly. We see these Tributes and we’re familiarized with them by the little tidbits provided to the mentors and to Snow and Lucy Gray. But we never get this in the original trilogy.

In two generations, President Snow alienated the Districts from each other so much that Katniss didn’t even care to know all the names of the Tributes sent into the Arena with her, with the exception being those who posed great risk against her safety and those she felt great compassion for (e.g. Cato, Thresh, Rue, Mags, Betee, Wiress etc.). Katniss even went so far as to call the D6 Tributes in the 75th Hunger Games morphlings, for their affinity to imbibe in the drugs that help them forget their own traumas (an incredibly hurtful description, in my own opinion, to be known by the qualities you hate the most about yourself). We never know the real name of the 74th D5 girl, with Katniss only referring to her as Foxface and we don’t even know Marvel’s name until we get to the second book and he was Katniss’ first personal kill. Katniss even kills the D4 girl in the books with the same tracker jacker venom that killed Glimmer and yet still, we don’t know her name. We are so removed from the identity of the other Tributes that we don’t even know what some of them looked like beyond brief descriptions of mangled bodies and dead Tributes in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia.

And, the thing is, Suzanne established the importance of names in the series. Even in real life, we recognize the importance of being named. It is a fundamental aspect of being human. If you’re ever in a perilous situation where a person might be placing your life in danger, we’re told to remind the person that you’re human. “Keep saying your name, how old you are, where you came from. Remind them you are a human being just like them.” Before any propaganda can work against a group of people, refusing to recognize a person’s name is the first step to dehumanization. And just like the people of the Districts, we don’t care enough about the other Tributes to even want to know their names. Their propaganda worked on us, the readers.

In two generations, President Snow completely wiped out any sense of familiarity and camaraderie the Districts may have shared with the other. In two generations, Snow sowed the seeds of distrust and division into the Districts so deeply that even we, the readers, were affected by the effects of Capitol propaganda. In two generations, the Districts ceased to genuinely care about the others beyond the vague sense of injustice they feel for their shared plight. It’s why Career Districts don’t seem to care about killing the other Tributes. How can you care, to show your compassion and humanity, when you can barely see them as people? Yes, they may have been in the Arena with you. Yes, they may have been starved and beaten and forced into labor like you were. Yes, they might be children just like you. Yes, they might be subjected to the same deplorable system that turned you into virtual slaves. But they are not your friends. They are not your allies. They are strange, with different customs and traditions that you have. You do not share the same values. They do not care about you. At the first chance they get, they will kill you with your bare hands and they will do it with alacrity if it meant their survival. There can only be one Victor and it can’t be them. It has to be you.

[brothersnackariahsbitch]

Now when I reread The Hunger Games series, I’m going to be giggling and kicking my feet every time something pops up that I know triggers Snow. Because once you read TBOSAS, you realize it’s literally EVERYTHING. Katniss’s name. Her mockingjay pin. Her singing. Where she’s from. Her falling for a blond boy. Her entire existence is torture for him. We don’t know if Lucy Gray lived or died, but she sure as hell lived on in Snow’s memory. She haunted him until the day he died.