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anatay004 · 11 months ago

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ꜰɪɴɴɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴅᴀɪʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ (part four)

ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 70ᴛʜ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ — ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ-ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ꜱɴᴏᴡ.

"YOU LOOK ETHEREAL."

Your stylist's voice filled the room, but your mind was too preoccupied with scrutinizing the stranger who stared back at you in the mirror. You didn't recognize yourself underneath all of the makeup and expensive fabric that lingered on your skin. You felt unrecognizable.

Your stylist had outdone himself.

Your hair cascaded down your back in voluminous waves that could've stolen the show on their own. But the dress — that's what made you hold back your breath, it was absolutely beautiful. It resembled a mermaid, an old tale of District Four that was often whispered to children during bedtime stories. It was a white-blue dress that wrapped around your frame perfectly, from top to bottom. It was adorned with bits of crystals and the illusion of scales, albeit it was a little too revealing for your liking, but you supposed it was all part of the show.

"Snow requested the dress himself." Your stylist informed me when he noticed the curious look on your face. You didn't reply right away, too pensive to word a phrase out. If Snow was putting such an effort into your attire, it could only mean he wanted you to outshine the rest of the tributes. Win the sponsors. You supposed he was doing his part of the deal after all.

"It's beautiful." You managed to whisper at last, to which your stylist only chuckled.

"You are beautiful." He corrected, taking a few steps closer to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "The dress is merely an accessory."

"Thank you." You smiled at him, feeling suddenly grateful for his kindness. It wasn't often when you got to come across generous people in the games, but you were lucky to have him.

"Go on," He beckoned you gently out of the room. "People are waiting for you, princess."

You smiled at him before following his instructions and making your way to the carriages. Most of the tributes were already there, waiting by their horses with extravagant attires and spellbound features that made it quite hard for you to not stare. After a few minutes, you eventually glanced over your shoulder in search of Finnick, but an annoyed expression quickly settled over your face when you realized he was talking to Katniss.

A little too close to your liking.

"A mermaid," Peeta's voice suddenly slid into your thoughts and you instinctively turned to face him. He was standing a few feet away from you, offering a harmless smile as he continued, "I didn't know mermaids were part of District Four's contribution to the Capitol."

"That's because you haven't heard about our bedtime stories," You replied, returning your attention back to the horses in front of you. It was more than evident you didn't want to encourage the interaction between the two of you, but Peeta, somehow, chose to ignore it.

"You mean the bedtime stories where the mermaids seduced the sailors who tried to escape District Four and were dragged down to the bottom of the sea."

For a moment, you went quiet as you realized he knew exactly what he was talking about. "How do you know that?" You asked curiously, turning back to face him again.

Peeta simply shrugged. "I did my research."

His answer seemed harmless, but you couldn't help, but narrow your eyes at him. Was he trying to fool you? Manipulate you? Did he know about Snow's plan to eliminate him and Katniss through Finnick and you?

Did he know anything at all?

Or was he simply being nice?

But before you could coherent an answer, he softly added, "You look beautiful, by the way."

You were taken aback by his words, and given by the sheepish look on his face, it showed. But, before you could thank him, Finnick's frame unexpectedly appeared next to you, and, given by the expression on his face, he was not content.

"Peeta." Finnick greeted dryly.

"Finnick." Peeta returned nonchalantly, before offering you another smile and retracing his steps back to his carriage, where Katniss waited.

"What did he want?" Finnick asked suddenly, once Peeta was out of your line of vision.

"He asked about the old mermaid tales from back home." You explained, trying to ignore the evident brittleness in his voice.

"Oh, yeah?" Finnick scoffed, and you noticed a visible tick in his jaw when you looked up to meet his gaze. "Then why are you blushing?"

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words quickly froze on the tip of your tongue when you felt the heat in your face.

"Tributes, you may now board your carriages."

"Didn't know lover boy made you nervous." Finnick taunted, examining your face very carefully as if he almost wanted to catch every single expression that flitted across your features in that minute.

"He doesn't." You argued back, but your words were merely just words to Finnick. And he remained awfully quiet when you eventually climbed inside the carriage and went on with the show.

The elevator ride to the fifth floor of the training center was painfully awkward. After the tribute parade had ended, you were instructed to go back to your floor to rest for the night. What you didn't expect, however, was to be stuck in the elevator with no other than the lovers from District Twelve, Haymitch Abernathy, and a very pissed Finnick Odair standing right behind you.

The tribute parade was a success on your part. With your attire and Finnick's charm, the crowd went wild in your presence. You'd stolen the show, as your stylist had stated. Hence the reason you supposed Katniss was glaring at you from the far end corner of the elevator.

You knew she was not content. Snow had succeeded in taking the spotlight off the lovers from District Twelve by placing you and Finnick in the games. And, by the funny look on Haymitch's face, you were almost certain he was well aware of what was happening.

"Nice job out there, kids." Haymitch congratulated, breaking the straining silence in the elevator. You threw him a faint smile over your shoulder but didn't reply, afraid that you might just ruin the fleeting moment of peace.

Until Finnick decided to open his mouth.

"Thanks," Finnick replied, but you were quick to register the general air of boredom in his tone. "I found your presence quite heartwarming, considering the obvious."

"What's the obvious?" Peeta suddenly challenged.

"He doesn't mean anything — " You began, stretching your hand back to grab Finnick's arm in silent indication for him to shut up.

" — You know what's the obvious." Finnick continued, ignoring your gesture.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Guys, let's just calm down, okay?" Haymich interjected, raising his hands in defeat. "It's been a long day for everyone, maybe it would be better to cool down and leave it at that, alright?"

You agreed and, unconsciously, turned to look at Peeta, hoping to see a much calmer demeanor on him. But, to your surprise, he was already looking at you — examining you, as if he almost wanted to piece something together. You blinked, caught off guard, before snapping your eyes to the side.

Sheepishly.

Finnick scoffed behind you.

"Whatever you say," Finnick responded as the elevator's door parted. You made to take a step forward and exit the insufferable elevator quickly, but your muscles faltered when Finnick placed a hand behind your back as he blurted out. "Wanna join me in the shower?"

You almost stumbled forward when you heard the words roll out of Finnick's mouth. He'd done it on purpose for Peeta to hear, you were certain, but it didn't make the matter any less flustering. And you silently glared at him, trying to stifle the flush that tinged the skin of your cheeks as you made your way out the elevator.

But Finnick only smirked, dimples creasing the side of his cheeks as he followed behind.

At least, he'd made you flush harder than Peeta.

"You're a child."

"Because I embarrassed you in front of lover boy?" Finnick quipped once you'd both stepped inside your shared floor in the building. Your mouth fell almost agape at his accusation — you looked at him incredibly. Because you couldn't believe him, of all people, could even possibly question the love you'd for him.

After everything you'd both been through. After everything you��d planned on sacrificing for him. It was infuriating, it made your blood boil and you couldn't help, but clench your jaw tightly. "Would you stop that?"

"It was just an observation," He argued, dismissing the frosty look you threw at him. "It's not my fault you can't be discreet."

You scoffed. "You're crazy."

"Am I?" Finnick questioned, tilting his head to look at you squarely in the face. You were standing a few feet from each other, inhaling the suffocating tension that lingered inside the room. "Because I could've sworn you look at Peeta strangely in the same way you look at me."

You wanted to open your mouth and argue against his stupid point. Highlighting that it was almost impossible for you to look at anyone else in the same loving way you looked at him. That no one could ever compare to Finnick, that your love for him was not something finite — but rather eternal, something that was necessary for you to survive; like air to your lungs.

But you didn't none of that.

The anger that retaliated in the pit of your stomach made you bite back your tongue. For some reason, you didn't feel like fueling his enormous ego. So, instead, you crossed your arms over your chest and lowly spat, "Well, you did break up with me."

That made his jaw tick.

"Last time I checked," You added, taking a few deliberate steps towards his frame. "I can look at whoever I want in whatever way I damn want. So, sleep with that in mind, Finnick."

You made to walk away, but his fingers latched onto your wrist before you could even take another step forward. And, within a blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the nearest wall, and your arms were pinned to your sides.

"You're a liar." Finnick expressed, holding you in place as his lips parted to expose his perfect teeth. "A terrible one, actually.”

"Am I?" You challenged, lifting your head to meet his gaze evenly. He was right, of course, you were a terrible liar, but you didn't feel like losing this fight without pushing down his bottoms.

"I can bet on it."

"Get over yourself."

"You're so pretty when you talk back." Finnick grinned, leaning forward until the tip of his nose was brushing against yours. You swallowed hard at the short proximity between your faces, his breath pressed against your flushed skin shamelessly; hot and unapologetic. He took a moment to take you in, to scrutinize you whole — from head to toes, until you practically felt naked under his gaze. "So pretty..."

Your breath stilled in your throat when his hands traveled down to your hips, slowly anchoring themselves on your skin. You opened your mouth to protest, but your words died down when he brushed his lips over yours — very faintly. Parting his mouth just enough so he could taste the shaky breaths rushing out your lungs.

"Join me in the shower." He suddenly repeated.

Your head got love-struck as you tried to coherent an answer. His lips were tempting, the grip on your hips felt worshiping, and the desperate crack in his voice sounded almost like an altar. You should've said no, pushed him away, and walked away. You should've ignored the addicting feeling that sank in your stomach, the adrenaline that pumped in your blood, and the heat between your legs.

But you, somehow, couldn't.

So, you ended up joining Finnick in the shower.

And you don't remember exactly how you got there or how you got undressed. But you remember being pressed against the wall as his hand gripped the back of your thigh and hooked your leg around his waist. As the water cascaded down your naked bodies and washed away the moans that ricocheted off the walls of the room.

You remember his hips rolling against yours and your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered his name. And, it was at that moment, when you belatedly realized something. It didn't matter how much he pushed you away or how badly you wanted to forget about him — you would always run back to each other.

Whether you like to admit it or not.

To say you were confused the next day was an understatement. You were trapped, swallowed whole by an enigma that felt far from being elucidated. You thought something had finally knitted together after sleeping with Finnick, but — to your disbelief, it wasn't necessarily the case.

You woke up alone that morning to Mags shaking you awake for breakfast. And, after you'd blinked the bleariness away, you subconsciously turned to Finnick's side; only to find it empty and cold. You'd asked Magd about him, but she was as perplexed as you were and you decided not to push the matter. But, it wasn't until you were beckoned to the training center that evening that you eventually saw him.

He was chatting with Katniss across the room.

You watched him silently as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks. You supposed he was trying to get something out of her — a secret, perhaps, or anything that could benefit you both. But there was just something about the way that he boyishly smiled at her that made you tense.

So, you decided to look away.

You'd been specifically instructed to search for allies by Mags. Given the circumstances and the obvious disadvantages at hand, your chances of survival were higher if you stuck with a few of the tributes for a few days inside the arena.

You hated the idea, but you decided not to argue against her indications. So, you scanned the different stations in the training center and paid close attention to the tributes inside the room. You weren't overwhelmed by your choices, except for maybe Johanna, whom you had a friendship with prior to the games and were more than sure would be your ally, but you supposed you'd to start somewhere else too.

So, you decided to walk over to the knot-tying station. You were good with knots, after growing up in District Four, you'd learn to make fishing nets and other traps commonly used in the area. And you were so deep in thought, forming loops at the end of ropes when someone approached you from behind.

"Hi." Peeta smiled, establishing a comfortable distance between you.

"Hi." You returned, a little quiet when you turned to face him.

"You look like you could use a friend." He expressed, walking over to the knot-tying station to accommodate himself next to you. He seemed rather clueless when he took a rope in his hand and you couldn't help, but feel a little bad for him. So, despite your better judgment, you leaned a little closer to guide him.

"We're not friends." You reminded him, before taking his hand and guiding his fingers around the ropes, until he was crossing two and forming a decent half-knot. "There."

"That's not what I remember." He argued, before examining the knot quietly with a smile.

"What?" You asked, completely confused.

"I remember, you know?" He elaborated, and your shoulders slumped in realization. "The night at the Capitol, when Snow threw that ridiculous party in our honor to celebrate our victory. I remember you, standing there alone in the corner of the room. You were dressed in the prettiest shade of orange I've ever seen before and I remember thinking, 'How could a girl like her be possibly alone tonight' because you were like a beam of light across the room."

"Peeta..." You began, as your chest tightened with his words, but he dismissed you.

"But then you came back from the mansion somewhere after midnight. After you'd been gone for what felt like hours — and you were crying, face damped with tears that you’d tried so hard to clean as Finnick trailed behind you. But you looked like you wanted to hide, so, I asked you to dance and you took my hand without hesitation."

You faltered at his words, remembering the scene vividly. It’d happened after you’d discovered Finnick with another woman; before you’d even known that he was forced into prostitution by President Snow. When you’d thought that he’d betrayed you just for fun and Peeta’s arms had seemed like the safest shelter. When you’d dance with him for the rest of the night and he’d rubbed your back in silent comfort when you shook from anger.

When he’d the best thing at the party.

"I remember," Peeta repeated, examining your features very carefully as if he almost wanted to elucidate something in his head. “So, yeah, I think it's safe to say we're friends, (Y/N)."

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words never managed to escape your mouth. And, when you’d finally coherent something, Peeta’s face hardened as he looked past your shoulder at something — someone. “Just think about it.” He offered, before smiling at you and tracing his steps back to Katniss.

You didn't need to be a genius to know Finnick was standing right behind you. If looks could have killed, you’d been three feet underground. But, in that moment, despite you knowing better — you couldn't take your eyes off Peeta Mellark.

(A/N)

So, Finnick Odair x reader x Peeta Mellark…maybe? I’ll love to read your thoughts on it, comments are very much appreciated in this blog.

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