#finnick series

[vivicendium]

i think something that elevates the hunger games franchise is not just the quality of writing but the integrity of it. tbosas isn’t just a cash-grab by suzanne collins in the age of sequels and reboots (though i won’t pretend that didn’t play a part), it’s a character study of the main antagonist with a different structure than the main trilogy. and importantly, it doesn’t just re-hash the same old themes and beats the main trilogy had, it expands on not just the world of the hunger games but the themes as well, it actually has something new to say about the trilogy’s themes about class, capitalism, power, and control, in a way that couldn’t be explored with the main story because the protagonist of that story simply did not have access to the world that’s being explored in tbosas.

i understand the people who call for books/movies to be made about haymitch, finnick, johanna, different years of the games — we love those characters and want to see more of them! i’d kill for a novella on finnick’s days mentoring tributes, or katniss’s parents falling in love. but at the end of the day we probably wouldn’t be very satisfied with those stories being fleshed out if they had absolutely nothing new to say about the world, they’d be enjoyable, but not as interesting and engaging as tbosas has been.

[xoxochb]

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

[ficmenrhot]

Possession and Jealousy /drabble/

TW: slightly suggestive content, hickeys, possessive and jealous behaviours

A/N: OMG thanks everyone for the love on my last posts, maybe getting back into writing was the right thing to do :)

This is not smut BUT let’s talk about how possessive and jealous of a man Finnick Odair can be. Finnick Odair who can’t stand it when your attention is on another man for too long, even if that’s just you listening attentively to them talk. Finnick Odair whose eyes searches for you from the other side of the room to make sure you’re well and happy. Finnick Odair who feels a lump in his throat when he sees another man’s body pressed too closely to yours, even if it’s a close friend of yours or a tribute you’re training. Finnick Odair who grasps on his champagne glass so tightly it nearly shatters in his hands when he sees a hungry Capitol citizen staring you down and making you feel uncomfortable at a party. Finnick Odair who glares at oblivious men to tell them you’re taken and holds your waist to show possession. Finnick Odair who kisses you, well knowing that others are watching. Finnick Odair who loves to leave hickeys and love marks on your neck and collarbone.

“Finnick! Look at what you did to my neck,” you’d whine when you see his attack on your skin in the morning, “fuck- my stylist is going to kill me! You’re not a goddamn vampire.”

You’d throw a pillow at Finnick’s smug and smirking face, him laying on your shared bed, happily being scowled at by you.

“Well I think they make you even hotter, honey,” Finnick would wink at you.

At least now the other men in your life would know that you’re taken and that’s all that matters to him.

[triassictriserratops]

Rewatching Catching Fire (not my fault, they added it to Netflix so my hands were tied)

And I fucking love this face:

Finnick is like "wait, shit, ya'll two are for real? no lie? if it weren't for the baby???"

[darlingsnow0]

mockingjay but instead of finnick just going out and spilling snows secrets the victors do the candy salad trauma dump

“My names finnick, and President snow started prostituting me at fourteen and threatened my whole family, he also poisoned people to become President, oh and I brought gummy sharks”

“my names Haymitch and when I won my games President snow killed my whole family because I accidentally killed the other tribute with a force field when fainting, I brought whiskey”

[aco1yte]

Entire page for Finnick and Johanna because their friendship is important to me . + concepts for Johanna’s games :3

[bruisedboys]

i love ur writing sm 🥹 since we got jealous!finnick can we get jealous!reader and how finnick reacts to it? ❤️

“Baby, come on.” Finnick follows you out of the glass elevator, almost jogging to catch up with your angry march. You speed up pointedly. “What did I do?”

“Nothing, Finnick,” you say sharply, without looking at him. The entire elevator ride was heavy with your silent irritation. You don’t want to talk about it, obviously.

“Well, why are you acting like I did?” Finnick presses.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You— sweetheart.” Finnick snags your wrist and pulls you back. You scowl, annoyed at being pushed around. You struggle in his grip but he only grabs your other wrist, holding you still. It’s times like this that you hate having such a muscular boyfriend.

“Come on,” he says, practically begging with you now. “What’s the matter? I don’t understand why you’re so mad.”

“It’s nothing,” you say through your teeth, still struggling against his grip.

Finnick rolls his eyes and holds you tighter, his fingers digging into your wrists. “Is this about Johanna?”

“What?” You falter in your attempts to escape. It is about Johanna, actually. You’d rather he didn't know that, though. “Why would it be about Johanna?”

Even to your own ears your incredulity sounds fake, your voice a notch too high. Finnick stares at you hard and you look away, burning hot under his gaze. Big mistake.

“So it is about her?” he asks slowly. You can hear the knowing smirk in his voice.

“I don’t—“ you stammer, desperately trying to string together a lie that’s not as embarrassing as the truth. You stare at him and his awful grin for a few seconds, fuming. Then, “Fine, yes, it’s about Johanna. She wouldn’t leave you alone!”

“We talked for ten minutes, honey,” Finnick says, measured to your frantic. “You know she’s just a friend.”

“She called you handsome and then winked at you,” you say, mortified, your act completely forgotten. "What am I supposed to think about that?"

You realise your mistake too late — you’ve given yourself away. You’re about to take it back in an attempt to save yourself from an onslaught of teasing when Finnick laughs.

“So you’re saying I’m not handsome?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Bastard. You hate him, you swear.

“Never mind,” you say bluntly. “Whatever.”

You twist out of his grasp and stalk off. You’re still absolutely rolling in annoyance when you get to yours and Finnick’s shared room. You get as far as the entryway before Finnick’s on you again like a hawk. He grabs you while you're sliding your shoes off and pushes you none too gently against the nearest wall.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Sure you are. You just laughed at me!" You say incredulously, hitting him in the chest.

“Because you’re being silly, darling," Finnick says. Somehow, he makes it sound affectionate. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. "Johanna’s a friend. How can you think I’d ever look at anyone else that way when I have you, hm? I’m yours forever, sweet girl."

You blink at him. What is his problem? He laughs at you for being jealous and then says something as life ruining as that? He’s gonna be the death of you one day.

"You really need to stop saying things like that,” you say weakly.

Finnick tilts his head to the side, a knowing look in his ocean eyes. “Why’s that?”

You glare. “You know why.”

Finnick just laughs. “You’re adorable.”

You’re about to tell him to shut up when he kisses you, too fast for you to see it coming, too lovely for you to stop it. His mouth is warm. He tastes like wine. You forget you’re angry at him. When he’s kissing you like this, you have no reason to be jealous. You guess you never really did.

“I’m sorry,” you say when he pulls away. His kiss has unravelled you. Sucked away all your anger and hot jealousy. “For being so mad at you. S’not your fault.”

"It's okay," Finnick tells you, shrugging. He dips down to kiss you again. You push up on your toes to reciprocate his heat, your hand pushing up to love on the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s pulling back before either of you can get too carried away, a smug smile on his pretty mouth as he says, “Jealousy looks good on you, baby."

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[fclsebnnyodair]

[itsajollyjester]

here’s an Odesta for the first time in months

[kald-dal-art]

More THG Victors fan art because I needed a break from school work.

Just sidenote the reason Mags isn’t wearing some type of uniform in her game is that I headcanon it took 2-3 years after the 10th game they started to give the tributes appropriate clothing instead of having them wear their reaping clothes so yeah :)

[an-old-lady]

Did a new Hunger Games line up, this time Catching Fire era.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

I think- don't mind me if I step onto this soap box real quick. -I think in a way Finnick and Annie may be a representation of what would have happened to Katniss and Peeta if they had won their games separately.

Maybe I'm just an idiot who looks for parallels where there aren't any, but don't you think Katniss would have gone mad eventually? If she'd been alone in her victory, if she'd had to follow the same rules as the other Victors- prostitution, mentoring, being paraded around like a dog on a leash. -mentally she wouldn't have really survived it all, especially not with the guilt of being the only survivor of her games. Meanwhile, Peeta would go along with it all just like Finnick. Allow himself to be a charming stud with endless lovers who paints portraits of a faceless girl who haunts him endlessly. To survive how he can best; by his charms. And they'd find their way to each other. They always do.

It's why I like to think Annie and Katniss become such close friends after the war. I think they see themselves in each other, and there's a deep peace in that for them.

Anyways. Just a thought.

[ficmenrhot]

Hii could u do a smut where reader calls finnick ‘Finny’. Like she moans it out while they’re yk and it absolutely makes him feral. And he’s all like:

“What was that sugar? Say it again.” Etc.

Say it Again

Pairing: Soft dom Finnick x shy fem!reader

Notes: Dom/sub themes, voice kink, praise kink, p in v, slight corruption kink, Finnick Odair is such a munch. Minors DNI

A/N: I haven’t had the motivation to write and I’ve still got a few requests in my drafts, I’m really sorry if they’re yours. Hope I hadn’t lost my touch

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Finnick was your first everything- first relationship, first kiss….the first one to break you in- and quite frankly, he intends to be your last too. He loves how he gets to be the only one to teach you all of these things- to be the person who corrupts your innocence, explores different ways to give you pleasure, and work your body better than you can.

Finnick is always sure to praise you during sex to ensure you’re fully comfortable with him. Sex was never really an intimate or enjoyable thing for him before he had met you, so Finnick wants to make sure you are given the experience he never did. More than anything else, Finnick would like to hear your be more vocal during sex.

Although you occasionally make a few noises here and there, letting out small moans and soft whimpers (because let’s be real, it’s impossible to keep quiet when the Finnick Odair is railing you), you often try to conceal your sounds because you feel a bit insecure about your voice. Unbeknownst to you, Finnick would like nothing more than to hear you moan out his name and to tell him how good he makes you feel. If only you know the ego boost it would give him and how his heart would race at a single comment.

This night, Finnick has you laid out on your shared bed, the mattress soft yet supporting underneath you two as he thrusts deeply into you at a steady pace. His warm mouth is latched onto the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping, sure to leave love marks on your skin as one of his hand reaches for your clit to trace lazy circles. The sex, as usual, is phenomenal and your back is arched in pleasure, legs folded as they hang over his sculpted shoulders.

A few soft whimpers fall from your mouth involuntarily at the undeniable pleasure you’re feeling and you bite down on your bottom lips to control your noises like always. Finnick cocks his head, his mouth momentarily detaching from your neck as his lips form that signature smirk which you are so familiar with. You’re confused as of what Finnick is doing but you’re way too cockdrunk to care. His thick and lengthy cock is pounding into you so well, grazing over your cervix with every thrust and you’re surprised that it isn’t bruised by now.

Finnick grabs a pillow from the side of the bed and swiftly places it under the small of your back as he lifts you up and places you back down with ease. Your mouth falls open and you forget about controlling your volume, a loud moan mixed with a gasp leaving your mouth. The pillow has put you in an even better position, raising your hips slightly so that each of Finnick’s thrust is angled to hit that spongey spot inside of you which makes your toes curl in pleasure and back arch further.

“Hmm honey, you like that, huh?” Finnick teases after seeing your reaction, and you can only nod as you attempt to babble something incoherently.

“F-fuck…Finny, s-so good” you mumble, your mind in a state of haze right now.

Hearing your words and the nickname that just fell out of your mouth, Finnick’s eyes immediately light up and an even bigger smirk replaces the former one on his face. Although you don’t realise in the moment that Finnick has bitten his lips at your comment, you sure can feel his reaction to it as his thick cock pulsates in arousal, causing your warmth to tighten around him, feeling every vein and curve.

“What was that sugar?” Finnick chuckles both smugly and proudly, “say it again for me”

“I-I….”

Only then do you realise what you’ve said and your cheeks immediately turn pink, a flustered look appearing on your face which Finnick finds so, so adorable. You struggle to find the right words to say, only blinking shyly as you attempt to cover your face, but Finnick pulls your hands away as he stares down at you with the same smirk.

“Don’t be shy honey, your whimpers and moans are music to my ears……besides, your voice turns me on so much, you have no idea.”

Finnick whispers into your ears, and you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, ‘butterflies’ Finnick calls them. You blink, not knowing that that is what Finnick feels about the sounds you make, and it makes you feel better.

“Now..I’ll ask you again, sugar, what is it you called me, hmm?”

Finnick hums as he cocks his head with a small teasing smile, waiting for an answer.

“…Finny. I called you Finny..”

“Good girl.”

God save Finnick Odair from the things he is going to do to you.

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A/N: to whoever had requested this, hope this is what you had wanted <3 Once again, all likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated, so are comments!

[xoxochb]

need him like fire needs oxygen (he’s fictional)

[lilmaymayy]

this series gonna get me everytime UGH I LOVE😫

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || CPR & mouth to mouth || fighting, blood & death || flashbacks || swimming & water || choking (not sexually) ||

When you rose out of the tube, you were shocked to be on a platform in the water. You and Finnick obviously had the advantage in this because you were from District 4, but you couldn’t find him at all.

Your eyes searched frantically, heart rate spiking before a loud whistle gains your attention, your head snapping in the direction of the noise. You felt yourself calm down immediately, sighing in relief before the loud blaring of numbers made you look up.

Looking around, you prepare yourself to jump into the water as soon as the clock hits the one. You scoffed when they say ‘may the odds be ever in your favor’, and as soon as the clock blared, you jumped into the water.

It wasn’t hard to get to the pathway of rocks, but when someone jumped on your back and brought you down to the ground. You grunted on impact, quickly turning around and fighting their group. It was the male tribute from District 5, and he was way too heavy for you to push off. Your hands fly toward his face, attempting to scratch and poke at his eyes before his own wrapped around your throat.

You gasped, attempting to get as much oxygen into your lungs as your fingers pushed into his eyes. He screamed out, looking away but putting more force into his grip around your neck. Your eyes rolled back, the lack of oxygen making your throat burn.

You remembered though that this time you weren’t alone. You had Finnick, and with a loud yell of his name, his attention was quickly on you. His eyes quickly searched to find you, because as much as Peeta was important to Katniss and she was important to the rebellion, you were more important to him and he’d save you over Peeta any day.

Finally, he found you. “Y/N!”

When an arrow whizzed into his chest though and the pressure from your throat was released, you gasped as you pushed him off, the first cannon echoing through the arena. He fell into the water as you quickly stood, panting as you stared at Katniss holding the bow and arrow. With a firm nod, she nods back as you quickly run to Finnick, jumping into the water with him. Even then, though, when you heard the cannon you paused before Peeta came back up. You sighed in relief before turning to Finnick who quickly swam over to you, pulling you in for a firm kiss.

You groan as his hand goes around your neck, pulling away so he can angle your face upward. “Are you alright, darling?”

You nodded. “I’m fine, Finnick. Thank you.”

He sighs heavily, nodding before turning back to Katniss. “We need to get away from here!”

His words lead all of you to run through the forest, Finnick’s hand intertwined with yours before you all stopped, panting. Slowly, he gives you small knives that you used for pain points in the body that you had memorized when you wanted to be a healer. Then you realized there was no point when there was technology to do that. He holds you close, heavy breathing turning soft as you listen to the cannons. Finnick laughs as you smile at him, looking at Katniss. “Guess we’re not holding hands anymore.”

She scoffs. “You think that’s funny?”

You scoff back, pointing at the sky. “Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. I don’t care about any of them,” you gesture away from you and Finnick. “Every time I hear that noise, it’s one less person for me to kill.”

She laughs bitterly. “You were doing such a good job of that earlier.”

You stood, shoving her as Finnick pushed Peeta away, trying to get to Katniss as you held a small blade to her throat. “If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hold it over my fucking head later, because I swear to the heavens I’ll fucking kill you. I don’t owe you for saving my life, you did that on your own accord. I would’ve handled it or Finnick, but he was too busy trying to save your fucking boyfriend.”

“Hey! We’re supposed to be allies!” Peeta says, shoving Finnick’s hands off of him as you glared at Katniss.

“Remind your fucking girlfriend of that. Trust is a two way street, and she’s not showing much of a road,” you snap, shoving her back against the tree as you step away. “Don’t fucking hold shit over my head, Everdeen. You might think you’re big and bad for winning your last games, but don’t fucking forget that I won too.”

You slipped your knives into your suit, quickly grabbing Finnick’s hand. “And I killed so much more than you both combined.”

You turned around, walking with Finnick before Peeta walked in front of you both. “Hey. Hey!” He says, making you both pause. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about her, ignore her,” you hear Katniss scoff as you smile at Peeta. “I’m here to get you to trust us, okay? We’re allies.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Peeta,” you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “I trust you.”

He blushed. “Th-Thank you. Let’s keep moving.” Taking the machete he got from Katniss, he walks forward, swinging it around before you see a glint.

The force field. This was the end of the arena.

“Peeta, no!”

You were too late as the blade connected with the border, flinging him backwards as you rushed forward. “Peeta? Peeta!”

“Peeta. Peeta!” Katniss yelled as she ran to his side, stroking his face. “He’s not breathing. He’s not breathing!”

You push her out of the way, Finnick quickly coming behind her. “No! Don’t touch him!” She gets her arrow ready before your lips connect to his, puffing air into his mouth before sitting back on your knees and starting compressions.

“Hey! Pretty boy, wake up!” You grunted, Finnick slapping the bow out of Katniss’ grip and guarding your body with his own.

Katniss crawled over, sobbing softly as her shaky hands trail over his cheek and shoulder. “Peeta. Peeta, please wake up, please.”

You lean down, cursing when you don’t hear his heart before leaning down to breathe into his mouth again. Cursing, you start more compressions as Finnick starts to tug on your arms. “Y/N. Darling, come on-”

“He’s not going to die!” You say quickly, looking at him. “I’m not going to let him die.”

Finnick nods slightly, watching as you lean down to breathe more air into his mouth and pushing a few more times on his chest. You inhale sharply as he gasps for air, sighing in relief as you sit back, exhausted from just that. Leaning into Finnick, he kissed your head firmly, his hand going to your throat and rubbing soothingly. “Good girl, good job darling.”

You both walk away as Katniss and Peeta have their moment, sighing heavily as she walks over. “It’s a dome. We’re at the edge of the arena. No sign of fresh water.”

“Well, it’s gonna get dark soon,” Finnick says and you lean against a tree, rubbing at your throat. The adrenaline from earlier was finally coming down, and your throat felt as though it was swollen closed. “We should set up camp here. We’ll be fine with our bags protected, and each one of us can take watch. I’ll take first watch.”

Katniss laughs mockingly. “Not a chance.”

Finnick scoffs, rubbing his chin. “You see what Y/N did back there? She saved his life. If we wanted either of you dead now, we would’ve done it by now. And trust me, it wouldn’t be that hard.”

“Fin.” You say, your voice coming out hoarse. He turned quickly, all but running over to you as he set the trident down next to you. “You remember that leaf I told you about that can heal surface wounds?”

He nodded. “Yeah, yes. Yes I do.”

“Can you go see if you can find it?”

He nodded, immediately standing. “Of course, darling.”

You closed your eyes, hand slipping into your suit to grab one of the knives as you heard footsteps walking over to you, opening your eyes to see Peeta. “Thank you,” he whispers and you smile slightly at him.

“Don’t mention it. It isn’t listed in my skills that I’m very talented in the healing sector.”

He laughs slightly as he leans on the tree next to you. “I owe you.”

You look over at Finnick who was looking for the purple tinted leaf you showed him just before he went off to his games. “Just keep him safe Peeta,” you look over, smiling slightly. “And I will do the same for her.”

Your games were on the… interesting side. It was inspired by the second Quarter Quell, so when you were put into a garden of poisonous plants, you knew just what to avoid thanks to your skills in healing. This time, they were more lethal though, and as soon as you got to the cornucopia, you grabbed a roll of small knives wrapped in a protective leather case and your significant bag.

The knives were especially made for you, but when you saw the fishing rope hidden in the corner, you grabbed it and threw it over your shoulder. Before being able to grab food, you were yanked back by one of District 2’s career tributes, and as soon as that happened, you threw your weight back to bring you both down to the ground, him right on the edge of the cornucopia and breaking your fall.

You heard the first cannon, gasping as you stood and saw a large pool of blood coming from his skull. It shocked you more than it should’ve, but whenever you heard someone yell out your district, you turned to see the male tribute from District 1 raising a trident at you, one exactly like Finnick’s. “You. I’m going to kill you!”

After that, you ran. You could hear him laughing with other Career Tributes, and it distracted you from looking down and losing your footing. Of course, you had to be the one dumbass that falls off the side of a cliff and rolls down the whole way. You gasped, covering your face to block out dirt and gravel from getting into your eyes and mouth.

When you finally got down, you panted loudly as you looked around, frantically searching for somewhere to hide from the group of Career Tributes. You finally settled on a fallen tree, quickly crawling into the husk as they yelled out for you. “Where is she? Where is she?!”

A girl scoffs. “How the fuck would I know, huh? She’s Finnick’s little fucking girlfriend, you know she has something planned.”

“Why the fuck do you think I want to kill her first?” The District 1 male had a voice you couldn’t forget. “You think I’m an idiot? Just because she didn’t show any skills doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any. Go, we need to find her.”

You hold your breath as you hear them split up, recognizing ten pairs of steps. The alliance wouldn’t last for long, especially with how quick the poisonous garden would kill everyone off. Alliances were always temporary, no matter what, especially in the games.

You stayed in the husk until all you heard was the animals of the arena. Exhaling, you slowly crawled out before making a run for it. You listened for anything signalizing water, the sound of a stream, a trickle of water, anything. It would be difficult to win against a District 4 tribute in water combat, especially when you picked up on it professionally after Finnick killed so many people with it.

When you heard it, it was like music to your ears, running in the direction to see a river leading down to a waterfall. You sigh heavily, finally sitting down to take the rope off your shoulder and throwing it next to you, unwrapping the small knives from their leather case. They were sharp, pointy, expensive - perfect for someone who could die soon so they could sell them off again later.

A loud crack makes you turn around, spinning on your knee to raise two knives from your hands in a protective state, quickly searching for anyone or anything that could’ve made the noise. Your eyes quickly find soft gray eyes, a gasp falling from his lips as he clutched the bag with a large number 3 on it, hands shaking.

You look around, slowly putting down your fists as you look at the bow slung over his shoulders. “You know how to use that bow?”

He looks at it, then nods. “Y-You know how to use those knives?”

You look down at them, nodding. “Yeah. I do.”

He slowly stepped out, closer to you as you slowly set down the knives. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiled as he slowly sat down, taking off the bow and quiver before setting it down. “I’m Code!” He starts unpacking his bag, taking out something wrapped in paper. “I got this loaf of bread…” he says, slowly instigating it. “You’re from District 4?”

You look down, nodding as you start to open your bag, realizing there was no food in yours. He must’ve grabbed it. “Yeah. You’re from 3?”

He nods. “Well, can you fish?” You snorted as he smiled at you, slowly offering it to you. “If you fish for us, I’ll hunt.”

You smiled back, leaning forward and ripping off a piece. “Deal.”

Finnick paused the conversation with Katniss as you started to squirm in your sleep, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he quickly stood and walked over to you. He pressed his hand to your head, your body covered in sweat. It wasn’t too uncommon, especially because you were hot natured, but you never squirmed like this before.

“Y/N? Y/N darling, wake up.”

He jumps back when you wake up with a loud scream, hands flying to his chest as you try to push him off. His hand goes to cover your mouth, the other stroking your hair. “Y/N, quiet!” He whispers loudly, your eyes frantically looking around as he slowly pulls his hand away. “What’s wrong, darling? Bad dream?”

You nodded as silent tears slowly fell down your cheeks, shaky hands reaching up to grab his own. “It was Code, h-he was,” you gasped, Finnick leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your head. “Fin, he’s dead, he’s gone.”

He kissed at your temple, pulling you closer. “You tried, darling. You tried.”

You sobbed into his chest, pulling you closer as he kissed your head. You fixed yourself, sitting in his lap as he held you close, pressing kisses to your head before soft beeping made him look up. Two small capsules floated down, Katniss quickly catching the one that went to her and Finnick taking the one that he had gotten. He opened it, smiling when he saw a salve sent from Haymitch, opening it. “Darling? Can you look up for me?”

You sniffle, looking up as you rubbed at your eyes. He wipes at your face, getting rid of your tears before softly kissing your lips. You tilt your head back as his fingers dipped into the salve, putting a good amount onto your neck.

“Finnick! Finnick, we got water!” Peeta yelled, but your head settled on his shoulder.

“I’ll bring you back some, okay?”

You nodded as you got off, quickly leaning on the tree that he was, your throat already relieving of pain before Finnick ran over with a large last full of water. He pressed it to your lips, tilting your head back as you gulped it down.

“More? Do you need more, darling?”

“Do you mind, Finnick?” You whisper, and he nods quickly, running back to the spout as you sighed heavily. He came back a few more times, helping you drink before you leaned into his chest. “Thank you, Finnick.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your head. “Always, darling.”

You both were falling asleep before you heard Katniss scream out, quickly getting to your feet. “Run! Run, the fog is poison!”

You grabbed Finnick’s hand, pulling him as you grabbed Peeta. “Go, go!” You pushed them, quickly running back to lift up Katniss, dragging her behind you. “You’re not fucking dying, Everdeen.”

Still, Finnick was running back to find you. “Y/N! Y/N-”

“Go! I’m right behind you!” You smiled at him as you supported Katniss. “Go!”

He nods before groaning, quickly running to you both and grabbing Katniss. He supported her on his back as he shoved you, running forward with you as you held his hand.

This was the start of the games, and by heavens names, it would be the worst of them. Even then though, you knew you were going to get Finnick out alive no matter what.

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FINNICK X SHY READER PLS PLS PLS

okay okay here’s a few of my thoughts on finnick x shy!r … as a little treat 😁

finnick odair x shy!fem!reader

finnick odair who always has a hand on your hip, or the small of your back, when you’re in public places because he knows how overwhelming it can get for you. he’ll keep his hand there to let him know he’s with you, and he’s there if you need anything, and if you want to escape and go somewhere quiet he’s more than happy to help you with that.

finnick who lets you cling to him at all times, whenever you want, you can hold onto his arm or hang off his chest like a leech, he doesn’t care. he enjoys it, actually, loves feeling like you trust him enough to know he’ll look after you. he’ll let you play with his fingers when you need to, hook your hands around his elbow when you want him to lead the way. he feeds into your shy clinginess as if it’s his sworn duty to look after you. and, well, he’s pretty certain it is.

finnick who praises you after you attend big events with lots of people, like after a capitol party where you had to plaster a smile on and talk to so many people you didn’t know, dance with strange men, shake hands with important capitol officials, who you knew only wanted to get to you to get to finnick. after all the formalities are over, he’ll find an excuse to leave the party early, then take you to his room and colour you with kisses. between heavy kisses he’ll tell you, “you did so good, sweetheart,” and “you were so brave tonight, baby,” and you think you’d do it a million times over if it means he gonna talk to you like that afterwards.

finnick who has fun teasing you, because you get so, so, shy from the smallest things and he thinks it’s really cute (and it maybe boosts his ego just a little bit). he loves whispering overzealous compliments or dirty jokes in your ear while you’re in public to see your reaction. usually you’ll just get hot in the cheeks and avoid looking him in the eye, but if you’re feeling brave you’ll elbow him in the ribs or step on his foot. he loves hovering over you with a knee between your legs and telling you how pretty you look, loves burying his face in your neck to kiss your sweet spot, loves the way you shiver when he does.

finnick who looks after you the best way you could ever imagine (and more!) he’s so soft on shy!you and it’s just a dream <3