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[sweetsbylia]

cruel world

pairing: finnick o’dair x district12!victor!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of: forced prostitution, violence, and death but not described, established relationship, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, love, honey etc.), one slightly dirty joke, other characters mentioned, usual thg stuff, set in catching fire

a/n: uhhhhh i’ve been writing this for two weeks now, just couldn’t get myself to finish it, it’s here now tho so enjoy!!! ALSO IM THINKING ABOUT MAKING THIS A SERIES WHAT DO WE SAY?? (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 4.6k

finnick o’dair thought that he will never feel worse than when he was reaped for his games, barely at fourteen years old having to fight for his life in an arena with twenty three other kids. when he won his games and had to live with the heavy weight of the lives he took or when he was being sold and used by the capitol ever since he was fifteen.

that all changed when finnick met her. the love of his life with the same fate. a victor that was desirable for capitol’s citizens. a big mistake. he felt horrible whenever she was pulled from his arms to be used by violent, greedy men.

the feeling that beat those was when the quarter quell was announced. finnick he was the only male victor in district four and when mags, his mentor, volunteered as tribute for his friend annie cresta it was even worse.

finnick put on the typical mask of arrogance and pride, smiling into the cameras while his eyes hid fear and worry, his mind begging for his girlfriend not to volunteer, as he watched the screen from the justice building in his district.

“as always ladies first.” effie said into the microphone, cameras pointing at her face as they finally streamed the last of the twelve district. it was different this time, sadder. everyone was confused, heartbroken and angry.

katniss’s name was called and before anyone had the time to process it, the only other remaining female victor immediately raised her hand.

“i volunteer.”

finnick’s vision went black, he suddenly felt nauseous and sick. he didn’t know if he wanted to strangle her or hold her and never let her go. probably both.

the train ride was a lot less calmer than two years ago, when you were reaped at sixteen years old, as a tribute for your district.

the setting was quite familiar, really, haymitch was trying to drink himself into oblivion as always, effie was speaking about manner and being a team, peeta was quiet probably bracing the probability of death more than last year and you were thinking about finnick. what he’s gonna say, what are you gonna say, everything.

you wouldn’t really blame him if he was gonna get mad at you. you would too. you had the chance to not go back, yet you decided you will. although, you knew finnick would do the same in your place, katniss had a family she had to take care of, you had only finnick and friends, that all were going to the arena as well, making you wonder, how could anyone think you’d stay home and just watch? a lot of people would, but not you.

the train finally stopped in the capitol and from the window you saw people on the station, screaming and cheering and waving, greeting you and peeta. you just gave a fake smile, before disappearing behind the curtains again and following after effie to the exit.

deep breaths. in and out. your brain repeated to you, as you walked through the familiar hallway, hand in hand with peeta, showing each other support, through a little gesture.

“they all know each other, have been friends for years which gives you two a disadvantages since y’re newbies, try to make a good impression and allies, that is the most important.” he warned looking straight at you and not at peeta at all.

“but- that makes no sense, getting too close to them will just give them an opportunity to kill us right away.” you argue with your mentor.

“sweetheart, if you two stay alone, they’re gonna hunt y’ down, immediately. say what’cha want but i know these people.”

“how can we even trust them?” you throw your arms defensively, sitting on the chair, in between your blonde friend and effie.

“hey, c’mon…” peeta tried to convince you. of course he thought that your trust issues were valid, but he also understood that if you wanted to live at least after the bloodbath, you’d have to make alliances with some of the other victors.

“it’s not about trust it’s about staying alive.” haymitch gave you a strict, pointed look, ending the debate, placing the empty glass that smelled of whiskey, back at the table.

after the talk with haymitch you both were send to your quarters before your prep teams would call you and discuss the opening ceremony.

the elevator felt too small, too slow and too hot to keep your nerves in check. you knew you wouldn’t be able to calm down until seeing finnick, yet everything around you was making it even more unbearable, the feeling of being pressed together into a little ball, like the walls would close around your body, squishing you together.

“see you later?” your blond district partner’s voice echoed in your ear, taking you out of your thoughts and you give him a brief nod of agreement as an answer. if it was not for him maybe you wouldn’t even notice that the elevator’s door clicked open at your destination.

walking into your room, you slump on the bed, diving back into your restless mind. the room was just so capitol like. modern and luxurious, brightly coloured. a king sized bed places in the very middle of the chamber, a lone painting of the city’s skyline hung on the wall, soft carpet covered the first three feet of a measure from the edge of the bed so coldness of the floor would not be the first thing waking you up in the morning as if to make up for the coldness of the room on it’s own. there was nothing personal, nothing idiosyncratic that would make it imperfect, that would make it human and feel like home.

the swirls of your own brain would maybe swallow you whole if there was not a knock on the door and then a face of your district’s escalator appeared.

“sweetie, be ready in few down at the hall, pleas. also, special someone is waiting for you.” effie smiled, and her eyes held a sparkle of mystery. oh, how much she rooted for you and finnick, how much she rooted for katniss and peeta. she tried to hide it, but you were an observant person and the lessening ignorance from her was just making you like her more but you understood the importance of keeping up a mask.

“thank you, effie.” sparing her a small smile, watching her leave, you walked toward the mirror that decorated one part of the wardrobe’s door. you fixed the mess your two braids had become and tied the bows of ribbon on each side again. it was there to ground you. maybe you were crazy, but that little flashes of colour in the grey and dusty district you grew up in, were giving you hope. hope that not everything was black and white and that there was a way out. you hoped they would work the same in here. to remind you where you’re from, that fighting is a second nature to you.

impatiently stepping, from foot to foot, in the elevator you waited for it to get to zero. you didn’t know why you felt so sick. you did this before. you can do it again, right? maybe if finnick’s fallen, worried face wasn’t the first thing you saw when the elevator let you into the lobby, where prep teams were supposed to pick up their victors in no time, those affirmations would’ve been more affective. just maybe.

puffing out your chest, straightening your back, and walking towards the group of much older and skilled victors with confidence seemed like a good idea second ago, the other second when enobaria pierced through you with her gaze, not so much. you had a deep respect for that woman.

swallowing down you walk up to the other duo standing there. you counted five victors in total, which was not much, but you assumed others were or requested to be escorted from their private rooms. few meters from the career pack, there was no one other than finnick with mags next to him.

finnick chatted with his career co-victors for a while, trying to appear as indifferent and as charming as he always is. there was no way for him and you to be in a public relationship, no. it’s been just a secret between you and your closest friends. you did try to hide it from snow, but he found out in a matter of weeks anyway. surprisingly he let it slide, a thought forming in his head how great of a extortion method this could be for him.

“i won’t look into what you do in private, but for everyone else, you and her have to appear available and willing, mr. o’dair.” snow’s voice ringed in finnick’s head often, killing him from the inside like a parasite.

a good way to describe president snow, who always found ways to hurt and destroy more and more. increasingly often you and finnick found yourselves escorted at the capitol from your districts, to satisfy the greedy clients that simple objectified and violated you, leaving you feel used and dirty.

finnick had a comforting arm around mags’ shoulders, few moments after excusing himself from the conversation with the other careers, waiting for their prep teams. a familiar sounding footsteps echoed through the room, familiar scent lined through the air as you neared him, finnick adverted his eyes from mags’ looking up so he was met with a warm, soft but confident gaze of his lover.

he wanted to run to you, take you into his arms and kiss you senseless. instead he just gave you that warm smile, waiting. he was still upset about earlier events but also incredibly understanding and content to see you alive.

giving a brief nod of acknowledgment to the careers you hurried to hug finnick, while trying to make it look like he wasn’t the love of your life or something.

“finnick.” you breath out loud in relief almost, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his muscular arms envelop you once again after all the long weeks of being out of reach, just relaying on a belief the other one was safe.

“my love…” he whispered softly, almost inaudibly so no one would hear, but you did and that was enough.

he didn’t wanted to pull away from you, almost felt like he physically couldn’t until you did, leaning back, taking away the warmth you provided for the brief moment the embrace lasted.

“hi mags.” you greet mags, the wonderful old lady you’ve grown so much to, finnick’s mentor and the female tribute for district four. she returned your hug, giving you a smile, her gentle motherly hand brushed your cheek.

the next day the training began, you were given your training suits and alongside peeta, you walked into the training room. so similar to how you remembered it. the survival stands, fighting matts and of course simulators, for archery, knife throwing, sword fighting and much else.

you part ways with your district partner, for now, walking around slowly, trying your hardest to smile at the other occupants of the room, but most, just hissed or glared at you, until by the corner of your eye, you caught those crazy geniuses from the third district or whatever haymitch said, struggling to make a fire.

“you should move your hands downward and faster.” you try to advice putting a smile on your face, as you tried unnoticeably take a closer look at the pair, sitting down next to them, watching beetee try again.

“a little brutal force..” wiress gasped as she saw the smoke coming out of the wood.

“is always helpful. thank you.” beetee finished the line for his district partner and smiled at you, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

“by the corner of the table.” the female tribute whispers mysteriously, making you look up at the balcony, the gamemakers watched you from like hawks analysing their preys. you squint your eyes trying to figure out what was wiress talking about, so you ask.

“plutarch?” the head gamemaker had talked to you, at the victor’s party very briefly, few momths ago, but wiress shook her head and beetee seemed to be only remaining from the trio to catch on what his co-victor was talking about.

“force field.”

“how do you know?” you ask curious, scanning the area, but you just didn’t know what to catch onto.

“the shimmering. top left side.” beetee explained lightly turning your head towards the imperfect edge of the figurative border, “you see it?”

you nod along, fascinated by the occurrence. “almost like glass.” you commented.

“it separates them from us.” wiress sighed and you frowned knowingly.

“i know who’s fault that is..”

“electro-magnetic.” beetee stated after analysing the force field for few another seconds.

“how can you tell?” you ask again, confusion settling in your expression a they laughed. “is it obvious or something?” you pout almost as they giggled some more while you were trying to figure pit if there was something you were missing.

“they might as well put a sign there.” wiress laughed some more as beetee tried to explain it to you.

“look around, the holograms, the lights, every once a while, they flicker. why?”

“because the force field is taking up too much energy.” you answer, nodding understandingly, feeling a little better after seeing his pleased smile at your correct answer.

“there’s always a flaw in the system.”

and that made you think for few seconds, just about how true that was, but before you could dive too deep into those waters, by the corner of your eye, you caught mags, making fish hooks. you excuse yourself politely, from the district three victors and made your way towards the eldest mentor and this years tribute.

your gaze scanned over her creations. you knew how to make those, because finnick taught you some time ago, it came in handy a lot, you just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

“volunteering for annie was really brave.” you say standing next to her, giving her a soft encouraging smile.

mags just shook her head, her gentle hand touching your chest, which was your answer. you knew what she meant. that she admired your bravery to volunteer for your best friend instead.

before you had a chance to say anything else, finnick appeared behind you with a trident and a rope in his hand, grinning, like he was having the time of his life.

“you know this is the best knot you can know in the arena.” the blonde said hanging a noose around his neck.

you just gave him an unimpressed look but barely could fight back the smile as you were looking at him, knowing full well that was his only intention beside showing off.

“don’t look at me, look at the knot.” he chuckled as he tried to lecture you, dramatically tugging on the end of the rope, towards you.

“hilarious.” you comment, crossing your arms over your chest, but an amused smile was plastered on your face, reaching your eyes even.

“do you wanna take me for a walk?” finnick cocked his eyebrow, while keeping his tone light, his bronze waves already were a mess after his training, and maybe you even would if it wasn’t for the given circumstances so you just roll your eyes over him coyly, walking past him, for your chosen weapon to train more your skills.

“oh, really?” you heard finnick’s voice call behind you and you just had to smile for yourself before focusing on the task at hand again.

“good news.” haymitch walked into the lounge room of their floor that peeta and you were occupying, stopping right in from of the couch you were sitting on.

“more than half of the tributes want you as their ally.” haymitch said, arms folded over his chest, but what he said, was meant as a praise, he was relieved you made a good impression.

“well they saw her fight.” peeta said, standing next to haymitch, mentioning how you left everyone speechless at the training earlier today after showing your chosen skill in full swing.

“well sweetheart, who’s your pick?” haymitch asked expectantly before muttering under his breath. “beside o’dair of course..”

“i want wiress and beetee.” you say without much thinking, blinking as you saw haymitch’s expression shift ever so slightly.

“johanna calls them nuts and voltes.” your district partner comments, not so sure with your choice of allies.

“well honey, who’s else?” haymitch tried again, his last hopes mirroring in his eyes.

“mags.” you shrug softly almost pouting at the looks you have gotten from your mentor and co-tribute.

haymitch swallowed, hard. looking at peeta who was right now rethinking all his life choices before looking back at you.

“i’ll tell them y’re still makin’ up your mind.” he settled on before walking back towards the elevator.

soon enough the prep teams plugged out their victor, to make them look as significant as attractive and as glorious as they can. you were waxed off of all your additional body hair beside those on your head. they bathed you, scrubbed and soaped up your body with the expensive products that held rich scents of vanilla, strawberries and sweet cakes.

it didn’t take more than hour before cinna walked through the door of the room where you were supposed to wait for him.

“cinna..” you hug him, your hair still wet. he was the first person from the capitol, you ever trusted. he was a great stylist and even greater man. as a stylist for district twelve, he dressed both you and katniss for your games.

breathtaking, mesmerising, magnificent, enchanting and just simply beautiful. all those words could describe the dress you wore. white, wedding like, but incredibly revealing even if they were floor length. that’s how you first would call it, they wanted you to be desirable. you knew why. you knew it was all president snow, teasing, poking and provoking. it was just so him.

“and if i die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.” you watched finnick say on the stage, next to caesar flickerman, and god did it sounded so fake. the audience swooned, some of the other victors beside you made disgusted faces and you, you were the only one in the room, knowing it was real.

flickerman sent him off the stage with a laugh, and called the female tribute from district five on the stage. the victors kept changing and before you could listen more to johanna’s screaming, finnick’s voice stole your attention away.

“break a leg, or whatever you say in twelve.” the typical arrogant smirk decorated his perfect face as he snickered, throwing yet another sugar cube into his mouth, you knew it always did ease his nerves.

“maybe johanna will break his leg.” you mutter adverting your gaze to johanna mason, raging on the podium. when finnick introduced you to her first, you found her hard to trust, but soon enough you got used to her unpredictable, fierce nature. your calmer and rational thinking was a great contrast to your friendship.

the observation earned a chuckle from finnick as he took a little step closer to you, looking at you with his sea green eyes, for a long moment as if complimenting your beauty with just the look on it’s own. finnick had his way with words, there was no discussion about that, but his eyes always spoke for him first.

“see y’ later, honey.” his thumb ever so gently brushed against your chin, as he turned to walk to the other already interviewed victors.

“peeta.” finnick acknowledged your district partner with a brief nod, and he got one back, from the younger blonde.

“finnick.” peeta muttered, walking up to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder briefly before he saw haymitch nearing both of you with effie trying to keep up with him on her dramatically tall heels.

“you know what to do?” haymitch switched gaze between his protégés, before sipping some alcohol from his flask again, to make sure they understood. earning a nod from both you and peeta he sighed, for now leaving it to the fate.

“it’s time.” effie chimmed when your name was called and started lightly pushing you towards the staircase leading up the podium.

“our lovely girl, all the from twelve, doesn’t she look beautiful?” caesar gushed putting a hand over his chest, while holding the microphone in the other. the audience cheered, they loved you here, you were such an interesting victor to the capitol.

“tell us, did you leave a special someone at home? i don’t believe you didn’t.” laugh erupted from the crowd but everyone awaited your answer.

“thank you, caesar. what a..nostalgic feeling to be here again., but i didn’t, really.” you smile sweetly, your eyes searching for a head of bronze waves underneath the podium but the moment of silence flickerman left you was way too short, for you to be successful. and also technically, you weren’t lying. the special someone was there with you.

“unbelievable. such a beautiful young lady. ain’t i right gentlemen.” the crowd cheered once more before caesar asked you other number of questions.

“you did good, now you two should get some rest, the raiting starts early again tomorrow.” haymitch said as he walked with you and peeta to the elevator after introducing you to his friends, seeder and chaff, the victor tributes from district eleven.

you gave a hum in an answer, leaning against the glass wall of the lift while it gone up, not paying attention to the conversation haymitch had with peeta, getting lost in your thoughts once again before johanna’s loud voice pierced through the compressed space.

“care to unzip?” she grinned at peeta which you just rolled your eyes over, until by the corner of your eye you caught familiar tall frame that stepped in just behind johanna. finnick.

“haymitch.” the victor from district four cocked at your mentor, who just gave him a nod, brief annoyance flashing over his expression, just before johanna completely stripped off her clothes having all of the three blond’s eyes on her.

“thanks. lets do it again some time.” she called over her shoulder winking at you, before walking away into the hallway of the seventh floor where her quarters were.

“thank you.” the oldest member of the group answered and finnick threw a smirk at you making you roll your eyes once again, not even noticing haymitch’s judging look thrown into your boyfriend’s direction.

“not tired, o’dair?” your mentor uttered indifferently, looking everywhere around just to not catch your gaze.

“ve got a great stamina.” the younger blond mused while peeta just shifted awkwardly not comfortable in the position between the two older victors.

you just fake coughed lightly into your fist, reminding everyone of your presence so all the male victors around went quiet rather than being scold for the childishness of their arguments.

“twelfth floor.” the voice in the elevator announced and peeta was the first one to get out just to disappear into his bedroom, wanting to leave you and finnick some space, knowing he will talk to you later, but mainly wanting to get away from any other possible drama.

haymitch almost lazily shuffled out, into the hall, drinking the liquor from his flasks once more, before turning his head to look at you, making that disapproving face.

“use protection.” he just muttered before getting lost as well, before you had any chance to yell something back at him.

“are you even allowed to be here?” you turn to finnick, before he led the two of you slowly to the balcony railing, his hand holding yours.

“i didn’t ask.” is your answer from him along with that charming, kind smile of his. finnick leaned against the railing, reaching his free hand out to cup your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

it was more than comforting, to after weeks of loneliness, spent the night in finnick’s warm, loving embrace, his presence always had the charm to keep the nightmares from haunting every minute of your not so peaceful sleep.

the four days went even faster than it did last time. the individual rating was something that went completely around you and your brain wasn’t able to process much of the given informations, when it was occupied by the thoughts of what is gonna happen tomorrow and if you will live to see what happens after tomorrow.

“pst. hey, hey baby.” the familiar gentle voice took you out pf your thoughts and you turned around to see finnick standing at the doorway of your bedroom. for tonight, you had agreed to sleep separately, so you’d be strong and fully rested at the dawn.

“finnick!” leaping into his arms you take the feeling in, as if it was the first and last time, you ever get to feel his love and care.

finnick smiled, holding you close to his chest his arms supporting your weight as he leaned his head down, kissing your lips gently. then again, and again.

“i’ll see you in the mornin’ m’kay, sweet girl? ‘s all gonna be okay.” he gave you a reassuring look pecking your forehead.

“yea, in the morning.” you mumble, just clinging close to him, not being able to say much right now, feeling your insides being tangled in a one knot and squeezed tightly.

“good night, my love.”

“good night, finn.” unwillingly you let him go only comforting thought being that it all, might soon be over.

[sweetsbylia]

haymitch x younger!reader

warnings: fem!d12!victor!reader, WE’RE TALKING LIKE 15-20 YEARS AGE GAP, smut, oral f! a m!receiving, mentions of trauma, alcoholism, fluff, established relationship

a/n: if you’re reading about haymitch in the first place you prolly have daddy issues so i know y’all gon love this hehe

MDNI!!

haymitch abernathy who calls you sweet pet names before you even get introduced properly.

“watch it, sweetheart, you won’t got far if you kill your mentor doll.”

haymitch abernathy who got way too attached to you, during the training week. it was hard not to love the young, pretty and sweet tribute from district twelve.

after they let you into the arena he’s for the first time in years begging sponsors to sent you gifts and he prays you’ll come back to him.

“am so proud of ‘y sweetheart.” haymitch says as he was holding you in his embrace, after you were released from the area.

haymitch abernathy who lets you stay every night at his house in the victor’s village so you wouldn’t be alone when the nightmares come hunt you in the night.

“shh ‘s okay sweet girl, i got you.” he’d reassure you anytime you’d wake up with tears streaming down your flush cheeks.

haymitch has them too, he just doesn’t cry or scream no more, numbing all the feelings with alcohol. but it was devastating watching how the arena changed such innocent sweet little girl.

and no, you weren’t his girlfriend or anything, when he’d hold you in his lap, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back while you cried into his chest, or when at some point you basically started living with him, he’d just pick you up, needing to feel you.

it was hard to not fall for the older victor that was a little (a whole lot) broken, when he treated you so gently.

haymitch abernathy who was blind or wanted to be blind to the hints you were dropping until you’d literally jump at him.

“haymitch.”

“not now, angel. i have…somethin’ very importa-“ haymitch was cut off with your lips smashing into his.

haymitch abernathy who would have that kind of talk with you and i know you what i mean.

“sweetheart you’re too young..” he’d say stroking your thigh gently, to do everything but prove his point.

“am not.” it would be back and forth for hours before he’d eventually give up and fuck you dumb right after.

haymitch abernathy who’d eat you out so good and gently. his lips and to tongue working on your pretty pussy, while his stubble would scratch against the inner parts of your thighs, making you feel so and whiny and loved. he wouldn’t stop until you’re crying and moaning his name like a prayer and your thighs are all shaky.

“shh that’s it, baby.” he’d coo you, making you cum from his tongue alone for the third time tonight.

as much as haymitch abernathy loved giving he loves receiving. the sight of you on your knees, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, lips around his cock, moving your head forward and back, swirling your tongue around his tip and all , was just mesmerising to him and it would never take him too long before he’d come into your mouth, watching you swallow like the good girl you are<3

haymitch abernathy who’d time from time let you drag him out of the house, taking him to the hop. not to buy more liquor, but so you could excitedly jump around like a little bunny, meeting with some of your friends (haymitch’s worse nightmare) would make you even happier and no one around understood if you’re just bad in the head or drugged.

haymitch abernathy who’d go feral seeing you in sundress, after you whined about wanting a cute picking date near the forest and he submitted, you put on smiling st him like an angel sent from the heavens.

“you look so beautiful, sweetheart.” he’d says over and over again just staring.

it did not take much time from the moment you two settled on the grass and you started to talk his ear off until pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you. a kiss turned into a make out and that turned into him bouncing you on his cock, the straps of the dress fallen down to your arms and your cleaved was pushed down to reveal your tits just enough for him to see.

“haymitch..” you moan, holding onto his shoulders tightly, your head rolling back as he hit all those spots inside you.

“shh you’re taking me s’ well, pretty girl.”

haymitch abernathy who tries to protect you as much as he can, even from himself sometimes. you were such sweet baby angel he was so afraid he’ll hurt you one day.

“sweetheart, no.” haymitch said gently, but firmly as he pulled his hand, that was clutching the bottle of brownish liquor, away from your reach.

“but haymitch-” you whine and pout at him. you were sitting on his lap, just existing together which was his favourite thing to do, and you wanted to silent your brain as well.

“jus’ want you to be healthy, pretty girl, you cant ruin yourself like that.”

haymitch abernathy who does get a bit (lot) jealous when he sees you talking to someone else at a capitol party. like you’d laugh at one of finnick odair’s jokes and his are shooting daggers at that man’s back.

“haymitch, ‘s something wrong?”

“you can ask finnick that.” he’d mutter going somewhere for another glass of whiskey.

and finally haymitch abernathy who’d post rebellion actually want to start a family with you since you’d always babble about how cute and adorable babies are.

“what if i drop it?”

“you’re not gonna drop him, haymitch, you’re fine.” you’d comfort him, handing him his firstborn son.

“if she starts crying am crying with her.” two years later he’d welcome his daughter a little less afraid he’ll drop her, but seeing the eyes of his beloved in a tinier form was making him tear up.

“okay, haymitch.”

[sweetsbylia]

haymitch abernathy x pregnant!reader

warnings: pregnancy (obvi), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of smut, MDNI !!

a/n: just a tiny little thought before falling asleep haha

thinking about haymitch abernathy who put a baby inside you and now has to suffer with the consequences <3

like apart from freaking out once you told him, he’s super excited to be a dad even if his first reaction maybe was not so good, he can’t wait!

he’s teased about being a parent figure to katniss and peeta and he does feel that kinda parental responsibility for both of them but this is different, he’s actually part of the process this time!

he did got a black out drunk the day you told him, yes, but he also promised, he’d from now start to try limit himself on the liquor a bit by bit.

after he’s done being sassy and stressy about it, he actually comes to a realisation you’re carrying a child inside you now so he tries to be as helpful as he can, even if most times, he just makes it harder for you. the care is appreciated tho<3 (not by you tho, you scream at him)

“haymitch!” he hears that and he’s running. surprisingly not away but to you, see if you need anything, if everything’s okay.

“if it’s a girl, we should call her whiskey, if boy, then bourbon.”

there was a long silence following that sentence before you gave him a monolog why this is a worse idea than setting snow’s backyard on fire.

“sweetheart you should relax.”

“haymitch, i am not ill, just pregnant.”

“i know baby girl, you say that everyday, but i want you to be safe.” and then he’d kiss your forehead.

after few weeks you’d actually start to get used to his overboard care and just go on with it, meaning ninety percent of house chores was left to haymitch and the only thing you were allowed to do, was to read. (such a sweetheart)

when you start showing and you get all swollen and shi, he’s like so into it, he’s never having his hands off you. it’s so hot and attractive and beautiful to him he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he just stares at you and feels like he finally won something <3

when you two would be having sex, he was so close to finishing in like two seconds, he had to physically stop himself from that. it was hilarious really.

he’ll also offer to give you head whenever you would feel slightly anxious or unwell. he’d be so excited to do it, just standing in front of you and begging for you to let him eat you out.

(this is literally how he looks at you)

[sweetsbylia]

WHEN THE WORLD WAS AT WAR WE KEPT DANCING

warnings: fem!district4!co-mentor!reader, angst, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.) secret!established relationship, no use of y/n as always, hurt/comfort, fluff, crying, usual thg tw like death and violence

summary: finnick is always there to hold you

a/n: guys i have like a ground breaking question, do y’all prefer the smaller font or the one i regularly use ‘cause i can’t decide :( (divider by @anitalenia)

word count: 1.3k

finnick o’dair was your mentor first and when you came back, was so happy. he liked you ever since he saw you at the market in the district four, in your sundress, buying food with the lowest price to feed your family.

he was there for you at all times after you became a victor, wanting to protect you from any ghost of the arena that haunted you. soon enough, love bloomed in between the two of you and there was no way of fighting it.

finnick couldn’t afford a public relationship, not matter how much it hurt him, you two had to keep it a secret between the closest of close friends. he wanted to shout from the top of his lungs that you are the best thing that ever happened to him, but he was more than certain, there would be no more you shortly after.

becoming a mentor, was not an easy task, it came with losses each year, the younger the tributes were, the worse the feeling of guilt and sadness was, but finnick made it less unbearable for you.

this year was exactly the time, when at the reaping you winced your features as the names of the tributes were called by the district four escort, and two children slowly made their way towards her.

a little girl with her hair braided, looked around in fear with teary eyes and no one volunteered for her. you couldn’t really blame anyone, you probably wouldn’t too in the place of a stranger.

finnick hid his pained expression behind the confident, almost cocky mask, shaking the boy’s hand, congratulating him, at getting chosen for an imminent painful death, as if it was such a privilege.

“oh my sweetness, don’t cry, you know there’s nothing we can do.” finnick hushed you, holding your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears strolling down your cheeks as you cried in his arms, the night before the tributes will be released into the arena.

“b-but she’s so..precious.” you pout, looking up at him with desperate wet eyes, begging for him to make it better, to change the undeniable fate of river, the little girl you’ve grown so much to, in the past week. how could you sent her to such cruel death?

“i know, baby, i know.” finnick cooed, kissing your forehead lovingly, trying to comfort you the best he could.

the glasses clinked and you felt sick, nauseous almost, as the bright gowns blinded your poor eyes. sponsors were seated all around the lounge room, drinking, dinning, laughing. celebrating another death of a tribute from lower district.

you stood next to finnick after the brief conversation you had with haymitch abernathy, who was probably the least respected person in the room.

nervously you fidget with the sleeves of your dress, bouncing your knee up and down, not being able to tear your gaze from the big screen that rolled live the happenings in the arena.

finnick saw your anxiety so he gently rubbed your arm as a gesture of comfort remind you that he’s right there with you. the games started about fifteen hours ago, you did not get a blink of an eye shut, making sure your tributes were well and alive.

river was hiding in the trees but she didn’t had any weapon nor food and indigo, the boy, was protecting her, from the branch a little lower clutching a small pocket knife in his hand, eyes sharp, as he maniacally looked around anytime the wind ruffled the grass, just in case it was an enemy.

the hours went by, night crept around and fell over the capitol’s sky line that was visible from the huge windows. the heavy weight of the day downed on you an finnick noticed immediately.

“hey, you should rest. if you want to, we can play it on our tv.” he whispered to you quietly, but all he got was an incoherent mumble as your head rested on his shoulder and pure exhaustion reflected on your features.

“i’m gonna take her upstairs.” finnick said with a false smile to not anyone in particular, but received few nods after excusing himself. the bronze haired boy wrapped his arm around your waist, the other under your knees, picked you up and the carried all the way to the elevator.

when the cabin arrived, with his elbow, finnick pressed the number four, leaning against the glass wall, still holding you tightly to his own body.

“finn..” he heard your weak voice, when your smaller hand tugged on the material of his shirt.

“shh, honey i got you.” he cooed at you, kissing your forehead lightly. here where no one can see you, he could.

“finn, how-”

“they are both okay, sweetheart, just rest, you need it.”

finnick was still holding you, your body was surrounded with his big arms and your legs were tangled together in the soft sheets that didn’t remind him of home what so ever.

his hand was soothingly running up and down your back, wanting to ease any tension you held and his eyes were glued to the screen of the television where caesar flickerman was debating with himself either he preferred last year’s victor or the one before. what a disgusting of a man, finnick thought, his fingers itching for the remote to turn it off, but he did not wanted to miss anything important happening with his tributes. oh, how he wished for the odds to be in their favour.

“how’re they doin’ now?” you ask finnick, taking him out of his thoughts, your voice shaken with sleepiness, as you not so successfully try to open your eyes, rubbing them with the back of your hand, which caused the mascara from yesterday, to smear over your cheeks and eyelids, ruining your always perfect face.

“they’re okay. indigo’s watchin’ over river, he has a knife and some water but they haven’t had anythin’ to eat for so long, sooner or later they’ll have to hunt, go pick some berries or a starvation will take them out.” finnick explained the situation to you, his voice gentle but ragged with exhaustion as he was not yet able to get any of a well deserved sleep.

a sudden wave of calmness washes over you, when you hear that both of the kids are alive, hungry but alive. you nod, once, twice, the motion bunching up the material of finnick’s cotton shirt at the area of his chest and then you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

“everything’s okay m’ love, you can go back to sleep, i’ll wake you up if anythin’ happens.” he calmed you, his voice as smooth as it could get and you did not understand how in such moments was he able to be calm, comforting and still appear so perfect, even if he was so hurt.

if your lover could read minds he’d tell you that you are the only thing holding him grounded, keeping him sane and making him want to be better, be better for you, to keep you sane back.

“i’m so sorry, my sweet girl.” finnick muttered into your hair as he held you in his lap, rubbing your back and thighs soothingly, trying to ease the emotional pain you were going through.

by the noon of the second day, hungry indigo and even hungrier river went to look for some food, hand in hand, they slowly walked through the forest, but before they got a chance to even consider their opinions, careers tracked them down, and unmercifully killed them.

they died holding each other, just the way they saw you and finnick held each other, when no one else was looking, or at least you thought so.

[sweetsbylia]

dad!finnick x reader

warnings: mentions of previous pregnancy, very very very fluffy and cute, finnick and reader with a toddler, post!rebellion, very slight mentions of former violence

a/n: ssksksksks dear god, this is the dream, please and thank you. ALSO thank you so much for the amazing 200+ people on here, love y’all sm <3 there’s also longer finnick fics in the work, im trynna make them as good as i can <3 (divider by @anitalenia)

word count: little short blurb

finnick o’dair never really expected to be a dad. given the panem he knew all his life, he wouldn’t wish that on a child. being sold aroudn the capitol like a prize leaves a mark on a person and he knew, having another person he loves on this world, would bring him only more pain and fear.

it was you who changed his view on all of this, and after the rebellion it was finnick’s first initiative to start a family together.

through your whole pregnancy, he pampered you even more than usually, did every little chore around the house so it would not be a bother to you and that man did his research on everything.

when he first held his daughter, he cried and he was not ashamed to admit it. it was a beautiful sight. he couldn’t decide which one made him feel more love. if seeing you at the altar or this.

when aurelia came into this world, he literally found himself smiling just at a random moment of a day, realising he’s a dad to a beautiful baby girl.

“daddy!” whenever finnick’d hear that little voice squeal, best believe he is running. just like when you’d call him whenever wherever.

“baby do you wanna show daddy what uncle haymitch gave you?” you support your little girl, as she shyly stepped from behind your legs, showing off her new pink ruffly princess dress to her dad.

“sweetheart, you look so pretty.” finnick would say with a melting smile starring at his child like he was about to cry almost.

often, you or the mellarks would host some kind of a dinner family party, always inviting haymitch, effie and johanna along, letting the kids play together.

katniss’s and peeta’s son once kissed aurelia on the cheek and she blushed. everyone at the table found it super adorable, his sister gave an eyeroll but finnick gave that little boy with blond curls a glare.

“finn, they’re kids…”

“so? he’s hitting on my daughter.”

“oh my…” everyone would laugh and eventually the little baker’s son would hear a monologue he did not understood one bit which you found so amusing.

katniss and you tho, were secretly hoping one day your kids would get married. no one dared to say that to finnick tho.

“daddy, ‘v got an owie.” the little girl sniffed, pouting her lip at her father, with teary eyes.

“ow, c’mere, sweetheart. we’ll take care of it.” finnick comforted her, his heart meliting st the sight. it crushed his heart everytime he saw her cry, even if it was something so small as a scratched knee.

finnick would just cherish and love his kid/s with all his heart just as he cares for his wife and he’d just be so soft and loving and sweet with all of them omfg<3

[sweetsbylia]

Could you write a small thing about Haymitch with a partner that is either really really unserious (not dad jokes, like, 2000s brainrot) or incredibly and soberingly serious (rockets backstory from guardians of the galaxy type shit, staring off into space, gets everyone's shit together, whatever)

Tysm

I just think that Haymitch would be in a relationship with a really traditionally pretty, badass tragic woman or just. A thing. Like the movie pans to his partner the fever dream

Idk anywayssss have a good day !!! <3333

haymitch abernathy x serious!reader

warnings: fem!district12!reader, fluff, sarcasm, reader being a little mean…haymitch loves it tho, a mention of alcoholism, swearing

a/n: hi nonnie!! thank you for your request i had so much fun writing this hope you like it<3 (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 368

haymitch abernathy would absolutely love your attitude. like at the reaping effie would babble about manners or comment ignorantly on something and you’d just throw her a look of judgement and disinterest. it made his day fr.

before you two got together he’d always just by the corner of his eye watch how you walk around hob confidenty, how your eyes would glide over the crowd, the food, weapons, everything. haymitch kinda admired your bravery, if not bravery then your insolence.

you were pretty, no discussion. very pretty. but it was hardly noticeable on the first glance given your demeanour but maybe, he thought, just maybe that was your goal. hide who you are with a cold mask. he understood that. more than anyone could actually.

over time he build up some courage, approached you and maybe after the seventh time he tried, you gave him a chance to talk to you longer than few minutes.

it was hard but haymitch was so proud of himself after winning you over and making you his woman<3

whenever he’d call you some sweet nickname you’d give him a deadpan look but he knew you loved it deep down.

“baby, my sweet girl, would you be a darling and get me my jacket from upstairs.”

the disgusted face you gave him was the most adorable thing he ever saw in his life. you did got him his jacket though, which he counted as a marriage proposal basically.

haymitch being a delusional queen<3 (he did got you to marry him so a win is a win)

“you need to fucking stop drowning yourself in alcohol and do something with yourself.” you’d say every time he’d come home from his ‘walk’ black out drunk.

to some it may appear like you were being unemphatic but he knew it was just pure concern and worry.

during the rebellion, in district thirteen, everyone is afraid of you. everyone. katniss respects you, which is admirable.

“haymitch, tell your wife to cooperate-“

“hell nah, i’m scared of her.”

“but-” coin pestered more.

“if you want something from her, go ask yourself.”

“we’re scared too, dude!” boggs exclaimed.

the only time they ever really saw you genuinely smile was when katniss shoot coin <3 (or at peeta’s adorable unfunny jokes, sweet baby angel<3)

[sweetsbylia]

finnick o’dair x girly!reader

warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, thg stuff, smut, oral sex, fingering, etc. MDNI

a/n: hii this is lia, i’m back after year with a new fic and this time my obsession with the hunger games and it’s blond male characters came back so here’s one to my beloved finnick. (divider by @cafekitsune)

MDNI!!

finnick o’dair who would absolutely love buying you cute dresses and jewellery on his ‘trips’ to the capitol or at the marker in the district

watching you try them on or bounce excitedly would make his day and his cock hard

once finnick took the wooden box under your bed full of the sea shells you two collected together and he’d (with the help of mags) make you a pretty necklace outta them

you almost cried when he gifted it to you on your birthday and gave him the best head ever<3

finnick o’dair who wants to have you on his lap all the time. like you’d be just relaxing in the living room, sitting on the couch next to him, embroidering something pretty or drawing whatever and he’d just manhandle you to his lap, while reading a book himself.

“jus’ wanna feel your warmth, sweet girl.”

he’d lie through his teeth while not even moving his gaze away from the page. you go back to your previous activity until you feel his large warm hand rubbing your plush thighs softly, making you look up at him but his expression remained the same as he pretended to read.

you tried to not pay too much attention to how he was making you feel not wanting to be so desperate but as his calloused fingers stroked up your short ruffle skirt just barely brushing against the edges of your pretty pink lacy panties, you tried to squeeze your thighs together already whining.

“finn..”

“shh s’okay, sugar ‘m gon’ take good care of you.” finnick cooed at you and shortly after, he ate you out till you were cumming on his tongue for the fourth time, shaking crying and all.

and yes, finnick o’dair who loves loves loves eating you out. any time of the day, he’d do it. while he’s cooking you dinner, he’d have you sitting on the counter top, kneeling down and dip his head between your thighs. at the private beach of the victor’s village in district four, when you’re too tired or anxious or when you just come to him at the middle of a day tugging at his sleeve, pouting and whining begging for his attention.

“what is it, angel?” finnick asks looking down into your doe eyes, brushing your cheek lightly with his hand.

“finn, ‘r you busy?” you asked him nervously playing with your necklace pouting at him.

“why, baby? y’ need somethin’ pretty girl?” finnick cooed at you, kissing your forehead lightly making you fold almost entirely. he knew all too well what you wanted, that you were needy for him.

“mhmmm..” you mumbled too shy to admit you needed him to fuck you dumb until you’d be crying and not being able to say anything coherent.

and he did

finnick o’dair who watches you in awe as you do you hair and makeup, watching all the pink glitter and brushes and products. he has a great idea of what exactly are you doing since his experiences with the capitol but it still amazes him and he always is like…

“y’re so talented and beautiful, my love.”

as he watches you like you’re his whole world<3

finnick o’dair who lets you put all the pretty decors around the house you found at the market just because he loves making you happy

finnick o’dair who glares at anyone that makes a dirty comment at your outfit or an inappropriate joke about you. you would not be able to count the times you had to to stop him from fighting someone literally. it would not look good with the peacekeepers later so you tried to save you two some trouble. although you found it super hot when he was protective<3

finnick o’dair who is your personal hype man if you’re feeling somewhat insecure or anxious about your appearance.

“my prettiest, sweetest most angelic and beautiful girl in all panem.” finnick says looking at you like a man would look at a painting that captured all he loved like you were an art yourself.

you’d always become blushy and giggly and all that anxiety will be gone. also finnick is ready to prove it to you. he’d fuck you so good and slow and sensual, all night, whispering sweet praises into your ear while bouncing you on his cock.

finnick o’dair who let’s you talk his ear off as you babble about anything and everything while sitting on his lap or near by him as he did some chores around the house

“that’s so darling?” finnick asked after listening to your rant about something ‘so dramatic’ as he had you sitting on his knee for over an hour now.

“yea, and then-”

finnick o’dair who loves coming back home from his early morning swim to the amazing smell of a breakfast that you were preparing wearing nothing but his shirt and a thong.

“good morning, sweetheart.” finnick said gently after wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you’re back!” you exclaimed joyfully jumping into his arms yapping on how you missed him for the twenty minutes ever since you woke up and didn’t saw him.

finnick o’dair who just loves manhandling you. not in a rough way just knowing that he can just pick you up and put you somewhere else by the strength in his arms only made him feel so proud.

“finnick..” you whine as your boyfriend just manhandled you when you tried to help him with the dishes or something.

“nuh-uh, baby, just sit here, relax and wait, sweet cheeks.” finnick said kissing your cheek before going back to his chore.

finnick o’dair who’s favourite part of the beach dates is seeing you in the tiny shiny pink bikiny you always wore, watching you in the sunset with you hair wet from the sea, making you look angelic as ever in his eyes.

finnick o’dair who is physically salivating when he sees you in a cute lingerie set you bought just for him, making him want to devour you whole.

“fuck, doll you look so gorgeous.” finnick would take such precise movements to not rip it in any way, carefully peeling the lower parts off of your pretty pussy, his mouth instantly getting on you, to lap at your wetness with his tongue, run it in between your folds or rub your clit with his thumb while thirsting his fingers into you, while you were moaning out his name.

and finally finnick o’dair who loves you just as you are with every little thing about you, who loves to learn even more about you and finnick o’dair who can’t wait to breed you <3

[sweetsbylia]

nectar of the gods

pairing: finnick o’dair x girly!victor!reader

warnings: fem!hyperfemme!reader, set somewhere before catching fire, jealous!finnick, finn being a little mean but such a sweetness at the same time<3, fluff, smut, oral f!receiving, fingering, sex, praise, slutty clothes hihi, MDNI

a/n: absolutely love the idea of finnick with a girly!reader. i love finnick period tho. if you like this fic you might like this headcannons i wrote for, it will reflect each other slightly as i was writing it at the same time!! <3 btw thank you all for the love on my previous posts, appreciate it sm <3 (divider by @anitalenia )

word count: 2.8k

finnick as his did every day, woke up early. it was maybe seven am, as he propped himself up on his elbows, breathing in the fresh air from the open window. he run a hand through his bronze hair, before looking to his right side, where his girlfriend was still sleeping. she was never an early bird.

finnick couldn’t help but let his lip corners curl up slightly, even in all the mess going on, she was the only thing keeping him sane and in a hope that maybe one day things will be okay.

he did not spare much time grieving before rising up from the bed heading straight to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and changing his sleepwear pants for a swimsuit. as he did every morning, on his way out he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, before walking out of the house, heading towards the private beach of district four’s victor’s village, and straight to the ocean.

not even an hour later you were stirring from your sleep, rubbing your eyes as your hand searched for a warm body next to you. when you learned there was no more finnick you whined already needy for some sweet kisses, cuddles and attention.

accepting, even if unwillingly, that your man is not coming back for some time, you put on your pink fluffy slippers, you once found at a store in the capitol. making your way into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth, untangled your hair into a little less of a rat’s nest more into a presentable hairstyle and did some skincare with the adorable little bottles you always bought from the herbalist woman at the market. surprisingly it worked so much better than the chemicals they made at the capitol.

content with your appearance, you walked back to the bedroom, picking out some of the cute clothes you owned, little skirt and a pink top as you shuffled to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get some fruit for breakfast.

you whined again, after finding out there was only some milk left and little to no breakfast appropriate ingredients. looking up at the clock above the kitchen counter seeing it was almost nine am, you knew finnick would come back soon and you wanted to surprise him because he does sweet things for you all the time.

you took the cute basket from the cabinet under the sink, slipped your pink ballerina flats on and walked out of the house, locking behind yourself, walking towards the market in district four.

it wasn’t far away, you walked out of the victors village through the town, greeting few neighbours, smiling at people all the way to the market.

“well, hello there.” a masculine voice echoed in your ear, as you felt a warm hand on your lower back. you turn around only to see your friend from school that has stuck with you till now.

“rowan! hi!” you say excitedly immediately pulling him into a friendly hug. before winning your games, getting to know finnick and all, you’d call rowan your best friend. you weren’t so close anymore because you both had lives now, or you thought so, but you’d still say he’s a loyal friend to you and you are to him.

“hey, hey. how are you? everything okay?” rowan chuckled lightly, not really wanting to pull away but soon enough, even to his disliking, you did and got stared on your rant.

finnick was finally done with his swimming session for today after two hours almost and on his way back home, after slipping on a shirt, covering his muscular chest, he had an idea to bring you something sweet from the market, knowing you had such a sweet tooth.

he walked from the beach, spending time with his thoughts and letting the late spring warm breeze ruffle his bronze hair. he entered the town, waving at few people he knew and then headed towards the market. finnick knew exactly where to go.

he once was told that maybe he should go see an eye doctor, but he’d swear on his life, that there was his girlfriend standing, in her tiny little cute outfit, smiling as bright as the sun was shining, at a dude he only heard about until now.

finnick raised his eyebrow, just looking at them for a second, his face forming into a slight frown as he heard his lover’s giggle.

finnick was never one to be jealous. apart from being confident in himself, he was even more secure in their love for one another. wanting to be a good parter, he put back the smile on his face, nearing the pair.

“hi, sweetheart.” finnick wrapped his arm around you hips, kissing the crown of your head, while starring daggers into the other man.

before you had any chance to greet your boyfriend, rowan spoke up, “finnick ‘o’dair.” sure of his guess.

“and you are?” finnick said, smiling tightly, trying to appear indifferent but it was not easy when someone else tried to get close to his sweet baby angel that was just too nice for her own good sometimes. finnick was protective because he knew how badly men could hurt her.

“rowan corvel. we’ve been friends since pre school.” he said flashing you a smile, but his eyes were full of envy towards finnick.

“oh really?” finnick mused before looking at you with a confident look, “how come you never mentioned him, baby?”

you gave finnick a confused pout before parting your lips to speak.

“i did-“

“i’m so sorry, riven, we have to go.” finnick said with a mocking apologetic tone, already moving you away, before you had any time to protest.

rowan gave him a dirty look in return before shouting after you. “i will see you around!”

“yeah, you sure will.” finnick muttered with a scoff pretending to not see your perplexity.

“finn, what was that?” you said frowning your features subtly.

“don’t know what y’ talking about.” he said looking somewhere at the road as his arm was still around your hips as he looked over his shoulder, seeing that the dark haired younger man was still staring at them. finnick smiled smugly, tugging you gently closer to his side.

once you both got home, finnick let go of you heading straight to the bathroom.

“finnick.” you whined, following after him, not liking being left ignored, it was just making you more needy.

finnick didn’t stop in his tracks, before he was at the very enter of the bathroom then turned on his heel facing her. he placed a hand on her cheek, taking her chin in his thumb and point finger, lifting her head upwards, his other hand flew to her hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

“what is it, huh sweet girl? you want somethin’ now?”

“i…”

“i didn’t even touch you and y’ already actin’ so dumb fucked, hm?” finnick cooed at you. you just stare up at him with your big bambi eyes, pouting your lips and before had an opportunity to say anything else, he spoke again. “should’ve asked your great friend rowan to fuck you.”

and just like that, he let go of you, closing the door from the bathroom behind himself to take a shower.

you were left standing there dumbfounded and maybe you’d stand there longer if the sound of water didn’t snap you back.

you made your way back to the bedroom, taking your top of letting your breasts bounce back against your chest, then taking your skirt off revealing your lacy pink panties. from the back of your closet you dug out a pink lacy bodysuit, knowing what kind of effect it had on finnick.

you kneeled on the bed, sitting on your heels waiting for your boyfriend to return. not even twenty minutes later finnick came back, wearing just his pants the waistband of his boxers peaking out at his v line.

he gave you a once over, then walked to the edge of the bed, taking your face into his big hand brushing your lower lip with thumb.

“so sweet, angel. think wearing somethin’ slutty will make me give you what you want?”

you whined again, looking up to his sea green eyes, almost wanting to drown in them, pleading him to drown you, to drown with you.

“finn, please don’t be mad at me..” you whimper almost, pathetically trying to rub your thighs together feeling how your wetness was soaking through the thin material.

“oh, baby. shhh i’m not mad at you, ‘s okay c’mere.” finnick cooed before reaching his hands behind you, resting them there, leaning over and kissing you.

it was sweet and soft at first, then his hand moved to you thigh, holding you close and kissing you harder. hot, messy and needy, that’s how it continued while he rubbed you thigh softly moving upwards in such a slow manner it was killing you.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on the bronze waves slightly and whining against mouth.

“aw you want me to fuck you dumb, sweet girl, hm? y’ can ask next time no need to make a scene.”

and with those words he gently pushed you back so you laid down on the bed, into the pink soft sheets, and he parted you legs open, kneeling in between them, as he cupped you with his palm first before circling your clothed pussy over the lace, slowly and gently, feeling with his fingers, how soaked you were, he clicked his tongue.

“you’re dripping, pretty girl and i’ve just touched you.” finnick did wanted to be mean, he was thinking about not touching you at all today, but once he saw your pleading he was powerless.

“finn, please..”

“shh, love, i’ll take care of you, i’m here angel.” finnick said, leaning down and planting soft kisses on your left thigh. his arm wrapped around it holding it in the air as you were a whimpering mess underneath him.

finnick left a trail of sloppy kisses, at the way to your core, marking your inner thigh with hickeys, smiling proudly at his artwork before moving to your right thigh doing the exact same thing. by the time his lips reached your center, you were at the verge of crying out loud.

“shhh i’m here, honey. i’ll make y’ feel so fucking good.” finnick hushed you, his skilled long digits undid the buttons holding the bodysuit, as it opened revealing your slick folds.

finnick leaned down, running his tongue in between them, lapping on your wetness, making you arch your back against the mattress in pleasure. you let out shaky moan, holding onto his muscular arms, you nails scraping the subtly tanned skin of his.

“that’s it darling, you’re doing so good.” finnick said in between eating you out. his tongue teased your entrance and his lips kissed and sucked out your clit making your plush thighs shaky and brain go cloudy.

“finn..i’m-”

“you close, sweet girl? yeah? hold it.” you whined in protest but were left with no choice so you tried to close your thighs around his head which earned you a click of finnick’s tongue, the vibration against your sensitive nerve sending shivers through your entire body.

“finn, please!” you whined, loudly. your eyes shutting close, your mouth falling agape as finnick handled your pretty pussy with such care, it was impossible to not cum any second.

“needy girl. ‘s okay baby, you can come f’me.” finnick muttered kissing your fold gently, guiding you through you orgasm, then lapping up all the sweet juices. he leaned up on his forearms looking down at you, his lips and chin glistening with your essence and his eyes were looking at you like you were perfection itself and that sigh could make you cum right again.

when he leaned down once more dipping his head between your thighs against, you pulled at his hair lightly.

“finn-“

“you can give me one more before i fuck you right, can’t you pretty girl?” finnick asked his skilled tongue already running up your folds as he held your gaze with his.

in fact he spent another hour with his face in your pussy and has got three more orgasms out of you, this exact way, leaving you almost overstimulated just before he rested his arms next to your head, howering above you, one hand suddenly moving to your middle as he rubbed your soft tummy gently.

“you gon’ let me take this off, angel?”

you look up at him, your brain still clouded from the ecstasy you experienced just a second ago, lips parted open, before you only nodded in agreement.

“use your words, sweet girl.” he says, his voice soft and comforting.

“y-yeah, you can take it off.” you babble after few seconds and finnick smiled at you softly, before tugging on the straps, slowly peeling the clothing down from your body, while holding eye contact with you. he loved your eyes, they were so lively and innocent even if they had seen so many terrible things.

once you were stripped naked, he kissed you again on the lips. so softly. so gently. so sweetly. he then kissed your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and then moved to your jaw. finnick trailed his lips down your neck, leaving visible hickeys, when he sucked on the sensitive skin there. your collarbones, your chest your breasts, torso, everything was loved by finnick’s mouth before he got just above your navel, leaving the softest kiss there and then coming right up again, pushing his finger inside you without a warning making you moan and instantly your breath shift.

“can you take me, sweetheart? you can, right? you’re soaking baby.” even in this state, you couldn’t had enough of him, so you nod eagerly, wanting him inside you already.

finnick stopped stretching you for a moment reaching down to unbutton his pants, then tugging his boxers down, enough to free his hard, thick cock, already leaking with pre-cum. he palmed himself few times almost groaning at the sensation so desperately needed.

“finnick..” you whine needfully, impatiently squeezing your thighs together.

“shh i got you, doll.” he cooed again, moving the hand, to your thigh, opening your legs, kneeling between them as he then reached somewhere behind you to grab a pillow, without much effort lifting your hips up and placing the pillow beneath them, he finally lined up his tip with your entrance before slamming his hips against you forcefully.

you moaned arching your back, with the first thrust finnick was already hitting all the sweets spots you wouldn’t even know existed, crying out pathetically as he did it again, before steadying his peace, fast but not harsh, more sensual. your fingers were gripping the sheets tightly as his large hands grabbed on the fat of your hips, pushing your body forward, against himself.

“fuck, darling you’re so tight, god you’re doing so good.” finnick groaned, not slowing down, not in the slightest, fucking any thought in your head out. leaving you wordless and more fucked out the closer to the edge he was getting you again.

“mh finn, c-can fewl you in my tummy..” you babble in between soft moans and cries of pleads for him to take you.

finnick continued to take you on his cock, hitting your g spot all over and over again, feeling you tighten around him as you got closer and closer to your fifth orgasm today.

“finny, i’m gon’, mm-” you pout at him as your eye lids fluttered, your hand reaching for his. finnick laced your fingers with his, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as he fucked you so good, you even forgot your own name.

“me too, angel. ‘s okay, cum f’me. i’m right here with you sweet girl.” finnick cooed, thrusting into you few more times before he stuffed you full with his warm cum, the white creamy liquid streaming down your soft plush thighs.

as you ride from your high, you come with the scream of his name before closing your eyes and breathing heavily, trying to calm down your racing heart, absolutely tired out in the best way possible.

finnick smiled down at you proudly, slowly pulling out before brushing the beads of sweat from your cheek, kissing your forehead lovingly.

“y’ did so good, my love. am so proud of you.” he comforted you before tugging his boxers back up, zipping up his pants and lifting your tired body from the bed into his arms and you held onto him, contently laying against his chest.

“wanna take a bath, sweetheart?”

“yeah.” you nod in agreement smiling at him as well, kissing his cheek.

“aren’t you adorable.” finnick chuckled, kissing your forehead again, before carrying over to the bathroom.

[sweetsbylia]

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME

warnings: angst, alcoholism, mentions of violence and the classic thg stuff, no use of y/n,

summary:

a/n: there’s so little stuff for haymitch and i swear that he was my first hunger games love. he’s just so babygirl i can’t, let’s collectively agree to stop pretending he ain’t fine asfff. anyway enjoy lovelies<3 (divider by @dollywons)

word count: 1.6k

to say that this was what haymitch always wanted would be a lie. maybe not a lie but definitely not the truth to it’s fullest existence.

the truth was always something haymitch struggled with. sometimes he himself got tangled up in the bundle of lies so much, there was no way out. but how do you tell your children that right?

“daddy, are you awake?”

the small voice pierced through haymitch’s ears as he jerked up from his laying position in the armchair in the corner of the living room. he turned his head towards the door, rubbing his eyes and putting down the glass of whiskey that was left with only a cube of melting ice inside.

"huh? oh sweetheart, hey yeah, yeah i'm awake baby, what's going on? c'mere."

the small girl, with her long hair usually braided now looking like a rat’s nest, ran to her dad, climbing on his lap, and looking up at him with her big adorable eyes.

“daddy, i can’t sleep and finnick won’t tell me a story because he’s sleepin’ already..” she complained pouting her lower lip.

she looked so much like his beloved wife, the love of his life, his dearest girl. she was everything and then gave him two beautiful babies, finnick and maelin. finn was a great big brother, he looked a lot like haymitch, similar strong facial features and the deep eyes but he had the smile of his mother. she named him, as a memory after her best friend that passed away during the war. his little sister had the same kind but feisty energy to her, just like her mom, everyone would say.

“s’ that so?” haymitch muttered as he caressed her hair lightly, trying to come up with a reason for his daughter’s sleeping trouble.

“what story do you want me to tell you, hm?”

maelin thought about it for a moment touching her small chin with her point finger before smiling widely, “about mommy!”

there was a sigh leaving her father’s lips before she was met with a nod of agreement.

“okay, princess.”

the little girl squealed happily laying against her dad’s chest, listening intently to every word he said from her favourite story about her mommy she loved so dearly. she never said it out loud, but she loved how her dad spoke about the woman, hoping she’d one day find her price charming that will speak about her the same way.

“almost a decade go, when panem was still unwell, i met a young girl-”

“like me, daddy?”

“yes, like you sweetheart.” haymitch chuckled lightly before continuing.

“how is this fair! careers have great mentors and we get an alcoholic, it’s not a surprise district twelve didn’t have a victor in almost fifteen years.” a female voice echoed in the train as haymitch stumbled into the food car with a glass in his hand, ready to pour more liquor into it and drink himself into oblivion like always.

“tone it down sweetheart, some of us have suffer from migraines.” haymitch said with ironic tone pouring some more of the brownish drink into the glass and then looked to the male tribute next to the young girl that was shouting just a moment ago.

haymitch gave the boy a judging look before opening his mouth one more time, “where’s the ice?” was all he wanted to know.

the boy stared confusedly, too shy to look at his mentor, at some spot on the table just shrugging his shoulders.

haymitch sighed, rolled his eyes and went on the search himself, but spared one more look to the other tribute. he saw her at the reaping of course, she didn’t cry which was the only thing he remembered from the morning.

mentors were not supposed to get attached to the tributes. it was like a silent law, you had to let them into the arena, knowing that they will never come out, only one of them will, and what are the odds, right?

oh he tried, he tried, but it was almost impossible not to be amazed by the eighteen years old girl with a quick wit, sassy attitude and a kind heart. he’d never thought he could love someone again nor that someone would ever love him again.

haymitch didn’t say that to maelin, instead he told her how he had met a young woman from his district near the forest with flowers in her hair and aiming her bow at a tager that she drew on a tree with chalk.

“haymitch, you’re supposed to be on my side.” he’d hear her pout at him, making his heart melt a little but he’d just shake his head at her, taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her forehead.

“my love, i’m always in your side, you just need to be a little nicer to people.” haymitch chuckled lightly, as his love leaned against him.

“they don’t deserve it.” she says, strong headed, her eyes still hypnotising the bow that hung on the wall, her fingers itching to take the iron weapon in her hands and shoot an arrow though some hearts.

“i know, sweetheart, i know.” holding her in his strong embrace, haymitch tried to soothe her.

“daddy can i have a bow like mommy and auntie katniss?” his daughter interrupted him again, excitement shining in her eyes as her father gave a horrified look in return.

“maybe one day, baby girl.” he said giving her an innocent look before moving on with his story hoping she’d forget about it once the land of dreams would take her in.

“daddy how did you know you wanted to marry mommy?”

“i knew right away, sweetness.”

“woah, hello?” haymitch said surprised raising his hands in surrender as he was met with a flying knife just barely missing his face as he entered her room. the knife precisely pierced through the wooden door, staying there.

the quarter quell has been announced, katniss and peeta volunteered for her and haymitch’s place and she was angry. at herself, at the capitol, at snow, everything.

“hey..” she muttered but her eyes looked at him apologetically for the accident. haymitch gave her a look of understanding.

“is it your hidden talent to always put me on the verge of death or a passion you enjoy?” he said with sarcasm lacing his voice as he was met with a scoff in a response.

“we will never know.” she mused trying not to smile but he had the charm to brighten her mood almost always.

“so yeah, i took her on a couple of lovely dates around district twelve, you know to the market, to the town, the forest and to the lake where i asked her to marry me.”

maelin listened intently to her daddy’s words, for the millionth time maybe imagining the romantic scenario that was unfortunately very made up.

“you hang out with capitols now, great.” haymitch grumbled, annoyed as he swirled the liquor in his glass around before chugging it down. it was one of the capitol’s events that victors were forced to attend every once in a few months and haymitch spent the evening glaring at brutus, one of the past victors of district two, because in haymitch’s opinion he was way too touchy with you.

“oh my god, you can’t be serious,” his lover shot him a dirty look untangling some of the trinkets from her hair in front of the mirror.

haymitch just grumbled something not saying anything back, wanting to appear unbothered with bothered his girlfriend just enough to burst.

“you really are jealous of someone like him? i can’t belive you. i thought you knew that i-”

“then marry me, angel.”

“what?”

“be my wife.” haymitch repeated taking her hand into his and pulling a small box from the pocket of his suit jacket.

“we were so happy when we found out you and your brother will be born, i remember it like yesterday when your mom told me the news, we celebrated with all your aunties and uncles.” haymitch continued, brushing his daughter’s hair of her forehead as he noticed her eyes were starting to flutter a little.

“daddy?”

“yes, baby?”

“do you love mommy?”

there was a second of silence and something reflected in haymitch’s eyes. not doubt, not even the slightest, but grief.

“of course, sweetheart, i love your mommy so so much.” the words were secure how ever, and if there was one truth in haymitch’s life it was that he did love her more than anything, that she was the centre of his universe and even after the years, he still felt lost without her.

“then why isn’t she here with us?” maelin pouted her lip again snuggling against her dad’s broad chest.

“you know sweetness, your mommy had to go. she needed to go and become a star so she could watch over you and finn, with uncle finnick so nothing would happen to you two.” haymitch tried to soothe the little girls worries.

“where’s she?!” he shouted at some of the soldiers from district thirteen as he maniacally tried to find his wife in the crowded square.

he heard a scream of his name. he’d recognise the voice anywhere before he could do something, run to her, help her, one of the peacekeeper slit her throat with a knife and then the bombs landed. haymich’s vision went black and so did his entire world.

“i miss her sometimes, daddy. finn said i can’t miss someone i don’t remember but i do.” the little girl said in a much quieter tone now, as if it was a secret.

“oh, you can miss her, baby girl, ‘s okay, i miss her too.”

[sweetsbylia]

finnick o’dair x dolly!reader moodboard

dolly!reader who is from finnick’s home district, a sweet airhead, she’s not naive, but she tries to see the best in people around her, even grumpy middle aged men<3

dolly!reader who is really clingy around finnick, always wanting to be latched in his arm, in his lap or somewhat close to him, lucky for her, her bronze haired boyfriend felt a lot more calmer when he knew you were safe, sound and near to him.

dolly!reader who loves making new jewellery, hair accessories and decorating her clothes with sea shells and pearls.

dolly!reader who is adored in capitol, the other victors love the bubbly girl who’s always kind and sensitive and that means only one thing :(((

dolly!reader who was so hurt by snow, she’s always clinging to finnick, crying in his lap and he comforts her the best he could. his poor sweet angel baby, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words to her.

dolly!reader who has such a big heart it makes finnick’s one ache, how you’d smile at children, pet every animal, help the weaker. he was so so proud of you being his and to be yours <3

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[sweetsbylia]

babydaddy!haymitch abernathy x reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, kept their daughter’s name from my previous fic!!, pet names (sweetheart, baby etc.), few cuss words, haymitch and reader are parents

a/n: hihihi so i took a lil break but i have so many new fics coming up!!

word count: 654

“haymitch you sure you don’t mind watching over her for the day?” you ask him for the millionth time. it’s not like you didn’t trusted him with your daughter, but she was still so little and this would be the first time she’ll be with her daddy only, for so long.

“sweetheart, everything is gon’ be okay. i got it. y’do what y’need to do.” your husband kisses your forehead gently, comforting you, before few minutes later he’s walking you out of the door of your shared home, returning to his baby girl shortly after.

“daddy!” maelin babbled excitedly reaching her arms out towards haymitch, who’s heart just melted like an ice cube left on the sun.

“hi angel, look at you, huh..” he mutters picking her up in his arms, just admiring the small creation of his and his wife’s love, with a warm smile that was forming on his lips.

“fuck..” he swears for the hundredth time in the last four hours, as he was trying to lull his baby to sleep and stop her dramatic cries for her mother.

haymitch didn’t even knew where the time went, when his eyes darted toward the glass windows and the sun seemed visibly lower than he remembered it from when he checked last.

the clock above the counter strikes six thirty pm and you’re still no where to be found, as haymitch prepared the last bottle of milk of the day for his little girl.

and god was he tired. he always admired how you were able to stay on your feet all day, pamper your child, carry a second one, take care of your marriage, the house and yourself, while smiling. never once had he doubted it was not an easy work but holy shit was he now finding out how tough it is to not fall asleep in the middle of a motion.

haymitch hears his daughter’s impatient sounds, as he hurries over to the living room, taking her into his arms and attempting to feed her. more than that, it felt like he was just on a mission to slay a dragon.

“fuckin’ finally..” he huffs laying the bottle on the coffee table in front of him, leaning back against the couch, settling maelin comfortably on his lap, holding her close do she would not fall.

you unlock the door, keeping as quiet as you could when you were welcomed by nothing but silence filling the air of your home. you tiptoe to the living room, from which a soft snoring could be heard and you can’t help but smile at the adorable image of haymitch passed out on the couch, with your baby girl sitting on his lap, smiling contently, making it seem like she was the one watching over him and not the other way around.

“hi baby..” you whisper, taking her into your arms, kissing her soft cheek, giggling with her as she pointed at her daddy, looking drained and ten years older than he did few hours ago.

“did you take care of daddy?” she nods immediately, proud of herself, before absolutely shocking you with a new addition to her vocabulary.

“fuck.”

a gasp left your lips before your eyes shot daggers into oblivious, sleeping haymitch.

“haymitch!” at the scream, he jerks awake immediately jumping onto his feet, head turning from side to side like a mad man, looking for his daughter.

“maelin- oh! baby, fuck, hey love, you’re here.” haymitch sighed relieved going in for a hug, but hearing maelin speak up in your arms made him stop in his tracks.

“fuck!” she repeated after her father, smiling angelically at her parents, unaware of the glare you pierced through her daddy again and that if looks could kill, he’d just drop dead.

“oh.”

“oh?! that’s all?!”

“well, holy shit- i didn’t..”

“shit!” the little girl said again, more and more excited with each cuss word.

“haymitch!”

[sweetsbylia]

DARK PARADISE

warnings: fem!district4!tribute!reader, also dolly!reader, inspired by the cashmere-glimmer theory, angst, finnick gets emotional (my baby:(((), this is also few years pre katniss’s games so finn’s like 19 years old!!, mentions of forced prostitution but not described, death, violence and other thg stuff, cussing, recommend to play let down by radiohead in the background for the whole effect!!

summary: saying finnick’s done it on purpose would perhaps be too cruel, because he didn’t. he wouldn’t. it is a grateful smile you gave him in return, a twist of a knife coated in sugar, the way you rested your head against his broad shoulder hesitatingly but you let it linger like the silence that settled among the common room between the mentee and her mentor who didn’t let her see her entire potential so she wouldn’t have to live the same life he wishes he could escape.

a/n: posting this from my hospital bed because someone (me) clearly doesn’t know her limits lmao. but also i wanted to say that this was little different from what i usually write, a little experiment so i hope you guys like it, even if it’s depressing!!

word count: 2k

dolly!reader moodboard

finnick o’dair often thought about death. it made him feel weak sometimes, because there were people with worse faiths and brighter thoughts. whole families struggling to keep themselves fed, homeless children starving and people working to mere deaths just to get nothing in return. finnick couldn’t help it, whenever the reaping was coming close, whenever he laid in the unmade messy bedsheets his clients left behind themselves, he regretted winning those games. he regretted surviving.

oh he knew. he knew from the moment his eyes landed on you, after your name was called at the reaping. your pretty sundress shined a little brighter than others’, your eyes held more innocence and your smile was sweeter than it should’ve been.

the fist hours of the train ride were quiet. finnick could not bring himself to say anything useful, he just stared at a marmalade stain on the pretty tablecloth, occasionally catching the way your gaze pierced into him with anticipation, fear and restlessness.

“finnick, finnick o’dair.” the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it stopped somewhere around his adored dimples and the tiny scar that decorated his left cheek. “oh, i know.” the quiet mumble left your lips and soon enough was followed by the introduction of your own name, even if your bronze haired mentor had memorised it already, together with that subtle but sparkling smile.

the boy next to you, couldn’t be more different. you were afraid, he was angry. finnick understood that, he didn’t blame him for not speaking what so ever the entire train ride, not even for the broken glass or spilled orange juice, “they’ll handle it, it’s okay.” he’d just say and pretend to not notice the daggers kai starred into him, as if he blamed finnick, but finnick couldn’t blame him.

“welcome to the capitol.” the smile you’d often see on the tv when they were streaming their darling victor made an appearance on finnick’s face when he was exiting the train by your side, waving greeting to the people, gesturing for you, to the same.

it was the dress. it must’ve been the short fucking dress that made the inside of finnick’s chest sting, when he watched the tribute parade from his seat next to mags flanagan, his mentor, his mother figure, someone he held so dearly to his heart.

the fourth carriage made an appearance, kai held his head high, determination clouded all the softness in his eyes, the usually gentle blue orbs resembling a raging storm now, projecting the inner doubts he wasn’t able to hide. no one is ever able to hide. never completely, never for long. in panem, at the reign of president snow, you can hide for twelve years. in the shadow of your older siblings, behind the skirts of your tired mothers, underneath the protective arms of your hard working fathers and then you stand there. face to face with the glass globe filled with the small folded papers, praying it won’t be the one with your name on it the district escort will pick. you pray, you hope until you reach the age of eighteen, the last chance for them to throw you into the abyss of death and then, it’s gone. the anxiety and fear squeezing your chest tight vanishes and the only thing left is anger. anger and grief for those who were chosen and sent to death. kai felt that anger, for his crying mother, saddened father and grieving sister who just lost her greatest protector.

beside the lean boy with dark curls, there was her. you. you surrounded by layers and layers of sparkly pink fabrics and petticoats that cut above your knees, maybe mid thighs. finnick didn’t know, he wasn’t close enough to tell if those were mid thighs or if the material scratched just below the curve of your ass. you were afraid, finnick could tell, and rightfully so, but he also had to admire the little spark you still held, the spark of hope you naively treasured and tried to protect from someone blowing it like a candle on a birthday cake, because that’s how fragile it was.

finnick just then understood entirely what it meant. the subtle glance from president snow, the whispers. the sickness that filled his guts, felt like a poison spreading when the realisation dawned on him, finnick felt like the entire weight of the world was on his shoulders now.

saying he’s done it on purpose would perhaps be too cruel, because he didn’t. he wouldn’t. he possibly couldn’t think of that in his wildest dreams. right? because that would’ve been cruel. or would it? finnick didn’t know and he had no one to talk to about this. he wasn’t a bad person, far from it. so why did it felt like he was?

people say, the only place where they can be free and don’t feel judged, is in their own mind, but what if finnick was his own worst judge? what if he would never find it in him to forgive himself?

“no, like this. y’ would’ve shoot the ground instead.” finnick’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, the subtle movement reminding you of the contact between him and your back, the hair on the back of your neck stood up, your skin tingled and felt warm underneath the pads of his long fingers that were draped around your hip and your arm, tilting it up so the bow would aim on the target and not the hard ground.

your arrow did not hit the bullseye but it didn’t miss, which was a win nonetheless. the smile on your face, brought one to finnick’s as well and this time, it seemed more real and you felt like he meant it. the training days have been draining, you had a very little experience with weapons, combat or anything slightly violent and finnick was close to loosing his mind. guilt, frustration and fear were eating him away, he didn’t know which way to choose, he felt so lost.

kai had always spent a lot of time thinking, in general and also in the past five days. he was always the more reserved type, people might have call him grumpy but truly, in his book, words were just a little overrated. back in district four, he would always find quiet places to think, mostly of what life could’ve been if he lived in a different world, so even here, when just three days such a short time, separated him from fighting for his life in the arena, he found himself on the window ledge, starring outside where the darkness of the night swallowed the huge city, buried deep in thoughts.

“y’ also can’t sleep?” you asked, voice soft and quiet to not disturb his peace if there even was any in the first place.

“mhm.” the hum was maybe the longest answer you heard from him. the last two days you spent most of your time with your mentor and kai, while you nervously talked finnick’s ear off for hours, your district partner had only spoken few words to him, to you none. you understood though. that’s how you were, so understanding and sweet, to finnick it was alluring, he fell love with your kindness, to kai, it was ridiculous, he couldn’t comprehend how you weren’t bitter, why weren’t you angry like he was.

“can i sit with you?”

“no one believes i can do it.” the words leaving your lips hit finnick like a meteorite, the soft, disappointed tone which he didn’t miss was like a salt to a bloody wound and his heart ached. the ratings were just announced, your district partner scored a nine, and you only six.

“i do.” and god did he wanted to. finnick wished he could do everything in his power to bring you back, to save you, but would he really be saving you? that question was the only thing echoing in his head like a broken record over and over again for the past four days. he couldn’t do that to you, not you, you were so pure, you didn’t deserve to be broken and used the way he was. for the first time in his life, finnick felt like the villain. what right did he had to chose if you live or die? he didn’t, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he would’ve rather chose to not make it, to not know how it is to feel so corrupted and self-revulsed.

it is a grateful smile you gave him in return, a twist of a knife coated in sugar, the way you rested your head against his broad shoulder hesitatingly but you let it linger like the silence that settled among the common room between the mentee and her mentor who didn’t let her see her entire potential so she wouldn’t have to live the same life he wishes he could escape.

“you’ll be okay. fight.” finnick’s reassuring words worked like a soothing balm to your worries as you nodded along.

finnick didn’t wanted to be too sentimental, for your sake, he wasn’t supposed to have any kind of attachment to his tributes but he’s just a human, right? bravely, he held back the tears, pretend to cough away the choke in his voice when you hugged him. it was a goodbye.

“thank you, finnick.”

how are people supposed to say goodbye? letting people go was never something finnick was good at. how is he supposed to let go of the girl that made his everyday brighter? the sweet classmate that never forgot to wish him happy birthday, that always shared her treats with him in kindergarten even if he was the shy boy. finnick’s arms trembled when he slowly unwrapped them from your frame, it didn’t felt right and when you stepped into the tube, the feeling came back. he felt like the villain again.

“i’m rooting for you, sweet girl.” and those were the last words you ever heard from finnick o’dair before the tube went up taking you from the iron basement to an open field, a forest is what you saw before the sunlight blinded your eyes. it felt right to say them. to him it did, finnick wanted you to know that there was someone in your corner.

his eyes never left the screen, finnick sat in his lent room and blankly starred at the live streaming video record from the arena, every time your face appeared he shifted on his seat uncomfortably. he was grateful that kai had taken you under his wings, protecting you from everyone else, that smart boy had a lot of chances.

the first day went rather calmly, the blood bath claimed thirteen victims, most of them were the younger kinds from lower districts, finnick’s heart hurt for them and their families but his focus was set on his mentees.

it came by so fast, while you were doing so good, kai had been by your side for almost forty eight hours now, you were even in an alliance with the male tribute from the third district and both tributes from district six. dante, the boy from district one had found your camp and along with other careers attacked you when kai and the boy from three were trying to find something to eat, no one expected it, you didn’t even had a chance to reach for the knife beside your left foot. you scream for kai, dante snickers mocking your voice while he was dangerously nearing you adjusting the sword in his hold before swaying it forward, again and again. your body fell beside your friends’ and when kai returned and it was all over, a single tear rolled down his lightly bruised cheek.

something inside finnick died that moment. maybe it was the little flame that your soul resembled to him, that fragile little flame like a candle on a birthday cake someone had already blown and it was impossible to lit back again. everything went silent when the canon’s sound echoed like a broken record in finnick’s mind.

“i was supposed to save her, mags.” finnick’s cries filled the usually quiet room, he broke down, completely and his mentor’s motherly hug that used to bring him comfort mostly, didn’t even felt like it was there. her kind smile trying to reassure him that he wasn’t the bad guy, that it wasn’t his fault, instead of words, which mags could not give him, didn’t make him believe it. finnick felt so much grief, guilt and hurt, he didn’t thought the tears will ever stop. he killed her. and now he must live with that.

“and the victor of the seventieth annual hunger games is dante cravelle from district one. congratulations.”

[sweetsbylia]

finnick o’dair x fem!reader

warnings: just pure smut, oral m!receiving (at a beach) MDNI !!!

a/n: little idea popped into my head since it’s so sunny outsideee

word count: 332

finnick o’dair who brought you to a beach date at the early afternoon and couldn’t stop starring ever since.

in your tiny cute and skimpy bikiny, finnick watched you sunbathe, swim with him, even attempted to teach you how to surf. it was impossible for him not to get rock hard when your breast bounced in your top when you laughed at something he said or did, when you just laid there on the sand, your skin shining like a diamond whenever the sun’s rays caressed your skin and your hair curled slightly at the ends from the salty sea water.

“fuck, angel. yea y’feel s’ fuckin’ good, sweet girl.” finnick breather out, his big hand was cupping your jawline, guiding your head up and down on his cock, that your soft glossy lips were wrapped around.

you were looking up at him, with your big doe eyes, focusing on his tip, kissing it lovingly, swirling your tongue around his sensitive pink flesh, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as he was closer to coming.

“god, my prettiest girl.” finnick sighed his head rolling back as he was sitting on the sand, his arms holding him up, while you laid between his knees on your tummy.

with your hand stroking the root of his cock, with your lips working on his tip and with that look in your eyes, finnick, even tho his stamina was pretty good, came pretty fast, the white warm, sticky semen spread in your mouth combing with your saliva as you pull away, swallowing and still holding eye contact.

“fuck.” finnick murmured under his unsteady breath, closing his eyes after seeing you swallow to hold himself back from cumming just from by that sight, again.

it didn’t take him long before he pulled you up from your laying position, ready to return the favour right away.

“you did so good, sugar. ‘m so proud of you.”

finnick mumbled before placing kisses on your neck and then making his way lower.

[sweetsbylia]

FROM EDEN

warnings: angel!reader, fluff, haymitch being a softie :((, mention of food and eating??, one tiny mention of the past - nothing graphic, beside that none!!

summary: babbydaddy!haymitch getting turned into a princess by his baby girl

a/n delivering more of daddy!haymitch as requested!!

word count 900

“daddy..” the small pout took haymitch’s focus away from the not so interesting movie he was watching on the television screen as he turned away to face his daughter’s puppy eyes, shifting his position on the balck leather couch he raised his eyebrow lightly.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he smiled at her, he was always so gentle with maelin, he didn’t even had to try that hard, it all came naturally since the very first time he held her and saw the tiny baby hands, with still blinded eyes reaching for him.

“will y’ play princess with me?” haymitch sighed softly, he loved playing with his baby girl, doctor, singer, picnic, he’ll do it, byt getting tons of kids’ makeup on his face, his hair into very odd styles with dozen butterfly clips and tiara hanging from them was one of things he’d rather let you do.

“where’s your mama thought?” he couldn’t say no, not ever but suddenly haymitch became very aware that it’s been some time since he last saw his wife.

“she’s making cookies, please daddy?” in maelin’s eyes, he daddy was the perfect victim, his blonde hair were very princess accurate in her humble opinion and on his paler skin the poorly pigmented eyeshadows and lipglosses showed so greatly.

“m’kay then, sweetheart.” haymitch said, reaching for the remote, pressing the red button to turn it off while his daughter happily smiled. he collected himself from the cushion, picking up mealin into his arms, she squealed, little hands clutching on the fabric of her father’s shirt as he carried her upstairs to her adorable pink room.

the now unmade bed was in the corner, filled with stuffed animals just below the windowsill, white princessy curtains hung from the ceiling to envelop the bed whole, a vase with fresh pink peonies, her mommy’s favourites, decorated the nightstand beside the bed and that soft fuzzy little pink carpet on the floor make the room appear even cosier.

mealin, once she was let down by her father, took his much bigger hand into hers, leading him over to her little beauty corner, consisting of the small wooden table haymitch put togther for her and a chair that was definitely way too small for him and with a quiet, “sit daddy.” she excitedly started rummaging her drawer full of supplies that would help turn her daddy into a true pretty princess.

just like she saw her mommy do, she started off with a moisturiser, which was nothing but a baby cream you put into your old fancy skin care container for her to play with, her little hands smeared the cream over haymitch’s rougher skin, a little bits of the buttery texture getting caught in his unshaven stubble, he squinted in fear of losing his sight when her small fingers so dangerously neared his eyes.

ever so unbothered maelin smiled at her artwork, moving on with her steps, she took a hold of the, in haymitch opinion, very pointy brush and started covering not just her dad’s eyelids with the bright, pink coloured powder of an eyeshadow, then it was used as a blush to ‘match’ and of course she would never forget the glitters. everywhere.

“you look so pretty, daddy.” the little girl giggled as she sat on haymitch’s lap, applying his sparkly pink lipgloss not missing any spot that was within an inch of his mouth area.

“thank you, baby girl.” and maybe if he didn’t look so ridiculous he wohld be flattered but what wouldn’t he do for that little ray of sunshine, joy and love.

the knock on the door followed by the delicious smell took the pair from their little world with, princesses, dragons and elves when you arrived in the doorway, your frame hugged by your (and haymitch’s) favourite flowy white sundress with the lacy detailing in the front, small cherry pattern all over and of course, there was a plate of cherry and vanilla sugar cookies in your hand.

“am i interrupting?” you soft giggle echoes through the room, and both your husband’s and your daughter’s eyes light up.

“mummy! look, i’m making daddy a princess.” maelin babbled, excitedly bouncing on her feet showing your proudly her daddy’s face that was now painted pink all over.

when you crunch down to her and stop to look at your man’s helpless face you just barely recognised the grumpy alcoholic you once met, that thought brought a smile to your face, the teror you both have been too seemed worth it for moments like this, that you will cherish forever, it will continue on for generations and the hunger games will become just a distant history.

“good job, baby. daddy looks beautiful.” you smile at her sweetly seeing how she puffed out her chest proudly and how haymitch gave you a deadpan look when you fixed the silver tiara with the big pink heart gem in the middle that begun to slowly slide off his head.

“i think you shall turn mommy into a princess next, sweetheart.” haymitch suggested not even trying to hide his grin as he took one cookie from the plate you had placed down just moments ago, the sweet taste made him almost hum contently if the sight of his gorgeous wife didn’t already.

“but mama already is a princess.” maelin opposed her father, making you laugh again, before she started munching on one of your created deserts herself.

[sweetsbylia]

haymitch abernathy x sweetheart!reader moodboard

sweetheart!reader who’s greatest difference from angel!reader is that she’s real. she has this small bit of darkness inside her that makes her imperfect, it paints the picture of her in less daydreamy blur of colours and everything around her is brighter, clearer. that makes her presence so, so powerful and it makes haymitch feel alive.

sweetheart!reader comes from the poorer families of district 12, has two older siblings and a cat she calls candy. sweet creature, with a sweet name but sharp claws and closed off personality, “just like you, my love” haymitch would say.

sweetheart!reader who knows every flower by heart, loves to just sit by the forest, stare into the wild nature because the forest was the only thing that seemed uncaged to her, almost free from the long greedy fingers of capitol.

sweetheart!reader who didn’t grew to her mentor right away, it took her almost the whole week to finally warm up to her mentor and when she realised he was the last person she’d see from the outside world before facing the arena, she hugged him. honestly.

no one really expected sweetheart!reader to come back as a victor, but she did, and not so long after her tour, the nightmare just started. it began with one client occasionally, then it became a monthly occurrence, then she was send off to satisfy someone from the capitol every week. after such traumatic experiences, more than once had she caught herself at haymitch’s doorstep, later in his arms which seemed to be the only thing bringing her comfort these days.

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[sweetsbylia]

haymitch abernathy x angel!reader moodboard

angel!reader was a covey girl, she was the kindest soul human could possibly meet, as pure as an angel, at least in his eyes she was.

angel!reader lives somewhere between haymitch abernathy’s dreams and memories, he tends to look for her in the two adorable children she gave him. haymitch sees her in the eyes of his daughter, in the smile of his son, in the little trinkets that still sat on the shelves of their home and that over time became enough for him to keep going.

angel!readerthat was helping haymitch get sober ever since they began living together. “it’s just one drink, sweetheart.” already reaching for the bottle in your hand, he tried to convince you with sweet words. “haymitch, one drink always turns into ten other with you. we should go outside, just busy your mind with something else.”

angel!reader, his sweet sweet wife, his greatest love, his sweetheart. he would’ve moved mountains for her, burn the world for her, but no matter how hard he tried to protect her, her fragile human life slipped through his fingers and haymitch couldn’t save her.

angel!reader was sold by snow, just like many other victors were, her body didn’t felt like hers most times, she felt dirty, used and caged. haymitch was there for her, always held her after those horror nights, but the one that truly understood her, was the boy she called her best friend for many years. after what finnick o’dair had dome for her, how he helped her, haymitch and angel!reader agreed to name their first born son after him, and their daughter carried a name too similar to someone who haymitch had a familiar bond with in his youth. maelin.

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