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I'm Seraph! I'm 18 and my pronouns are she/her
I'm a college student who hates law! (learning paralegal studies) I'm a huge loser who likes to draw, loves to study other religions, and has an odd obsession with angels and religious motifs...
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when the thought of a finnick odair prequal makes me ill but I desperately want people to understand how upsetting this man's life was. I'm sick of people looking at his capitol persona in catching fire and seeing that as the basis of his character. rather than the man who worked tirelessly for the rebellion, who gave his life for the cause, the man who cried constantly for months when his love was taken, who held her hand and never let go when she came back, the man who had multiple suicide references in the books. Finnick Odair lived and died tragically
Would you write for finnick x reader established relationship? but Peeta and Katniss think it’s all for show (kind of how Finnick saw them originally)
during the 75th games overnight as the poison fog comes through reader gets swallowed up and they loose sight of her, but have to keep moving. Of course they loose Mags, and maybe the canon goes off (for another tribute) and finnick is tangibly heartbroken thinking it’s her.
The next day she wanders onto the beach with Johanna and the rest, having survived by hiding in the waterways.
Lovely happy ending lovers reunion moment💘
thanks for your request! I've had this more or less done for a few days but I'm not sure how I feel about it...hopefully I did an okay job, but I figured I might as well post it. thanks to @unstablereader for parsing this out with me <3
Finnick Odair x victor!reader during the 75th Hunger Games [1.4k words]
CW: fem!reader, blood rain, mention of death, reader goes into a bit of shock, Finnick handles it expertly, Johanna being the problematic queen that she is
Finnick tried really hard not to act as petulant as he felt, but between his stress, his grief, and the fucking heat, he was sure he was failing in his feat.
“She’s probably fine, yeah?” Peeta (stupidly) tried, shooting a nervous glance between Finnick who was brooding near the water's edge and Katniss who was pouting near the tree line. “She won her own games; she can hold her own.”
“I just don’t understand what the point of having a look-out was if you were going to lose an entire woman.” Finnick finally shouts then, holding his hands out in front of him helplessly.
“The point of a look-out was to look out for threats, not babysit your girlfriend.” Katniss all but sneered in return.
“Oh? And what exactly do you call what I’ve been doing for you and your husband these past few days then, hm?”
“I don’t need nor did I ask to be babysat!”
“Well, someone smarter than you begged to differ, yeah? I’m inclined to agree.” Finnick spat before making to stand.
“...nanny of the year award after this…” Finnick muttered to himself as he stalked back up to the tree line to get another drink of water. He’d been sick with worry after hearing a second canon after they lost Mags in the fog, and there’d been no signs of you since. He thought he might actually call the whole plan off if your face lit up the sky tonight.
The sound of trees rustling and a grunt had all three tributes standing at the ready with their weapons drawn, watching the tree line and waiting for the cause of the noise to show itself.
“Oh Johanna…” the unmistakable sound of your (rather disappointed) voice rang out. “Be nice to her.”
Johanna let out a frustrated shriek as they watched her appear from the trees and all but shove what looked to be Wiress towards the water.
“Yes! Yes! We all know, Nuts! Tick tock, tick tock. Get to the water!”
“Johanna!” You barked.
Finnick’s lips formed your name before he was rushing across the beach to you; barely sparing a moment to look you over before his trident was dropped into the sand, freeing his arms to loop around your middle and lift you into the air.
“Fucking finally,” Johanna sighed in obvious relief as she finally pushed Wiress into the saltwater, “someone with a vocabulary of more than four words.”
“Beetee and I have a vocabulary of more than five words…” You replied, though your argument was someone lost in Finnick’s chest where he had your face shielded.
“Unless you plan on offing her, Odair, you might want to let your girlfriend breathe.” Johanna called.
“Babe what the fuck?” He hissed as he pulled you away from him, only then registering the fact that you were covered head to toe in…blood? “What the fuck!?”
“Before you get mad; it’s not my blood, and look who I found!” You placated quickly, gesturing to the three tributes you’d shown up with.
“What were you thinking, Y/N!?” He asked you then, shaking you gently by the shoulders. “What happened!?”
“I’m sorry!” You nearly keened, looking very contrite. “I was just so thirsty and so I figured while everyone slept I’d go look for water. I heard what sounded like rain so I went running, and the next thing I knew I couldn’t see a damn thing!”
“She didn’t so much as find us as she actually slammed directly into Nuts over here.” Johanna translated for Finnick.
“Sorry Wiress.” You offered the woman sheepishly who simply waved as she continued her little clock song in turn.
“What happened to all of you?” Peeta asked then, suddenly directly behind Finnick and alerting him to the fact that all of you were covered in the crimson mess.
“What happened, Mellark,” Johanna hissed as she made to stalk over, completely ignoring the way Katniss’ bow was locked and loaded and pointing at her in the very next second, “was that your darling wife wanted Nuts and Bolts over here, so what did I do? I got her Nuts and Bolts! Then this one had the brilliant idea of wandering off when she was supposed to be with you idiots, and the three of you - fearsome victors that you are - let her! And where’s my thanks, huh? Who’s running through the sand to come find me?”
Finnick had the decency to offer her a guilty look, but she offered him an unimpressed smirk and fluttered her eyes in a half eye roll before she turned her glare back towards District Twelve’s lovebirds.
“Couldn’t even celebrate the rain and finally having access to water because it was fucking blood!” She continued, now directing her ire to the sky.
“It rained blood?” Peeta murmured quietly then.
“So much blood...” You answered solemnly; hair cracking when you nodded due to the semi-dried substance coating it as you stared unseeingly at the trees with a haunted expression on your face.
“Let’s get you washed off then, hm?” Finnick asked as he directed you towards the waters edge, though he kept Johanna’s eye contact as he said it.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re just dying to see what I look like underneath all of this, Odair.”
“Nothing we haven’t already seen, right Peeta?” Finnick tried for levity as he shot the kid a wink, only for Katniss to scowl and elbow him in the ribs.
Finnick didn’t miss the way you shivered as you got into the water which concerned him seeing as the water was hardly cool enough to be of any relief in this scorching heat.
“Peeta! Can you bring us water, please?”
“You guys have water!?” Johanna screeched.
“Katniss, can you bring some water to Johanna?” Finnick heard Peeta ask, earning him a petulant “do I have to?” in return.
“She brought you Wiress and Beetee.” Peeta countered, causing his girlfriend - wife? - to glower before doing what she was asked.
“You doing okay, lovely girl?” Finnick asked as he massaged some of the dried blood from your body, keeping his voice calm even though your sluggish movements and the lack of colour in your lips was causing him great concern.
“I’m kind of cold, Finn.” You slurred.
“Cold?” Peeta asked incredulously as he showed up with one of Mags’ woven baskets filled with water.
Finnick hummed in response as he accepted the water from him, holding it up to your lips as he helped you take a drink. “I think she might be in shock.” He explained evenly.
“She’s in shock? What do we do?” He started, words speeding up as he directed his concern at you.
“Well, we’re going to start with not doing that.” Finnick muttered in reference to his quickly mounting panic. “She’s alright, right honey?”
You hummed in agreement, though you were looking at Finnick with a furrow in your brows.
“You’re alright.” He repeated, both for your benefit and his own. “I’ve got you now, yeah? We’re okay when we’re together.”
Tears quickly pooled in your eyes before they escaped the corners of your eyes, painting a rather macabre picture through the blood still stuck to your face.
“M’sorry, Finn.”
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N.” Finnick murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Just stay with me, okay? No more wandering off; I need you here with me.”
“I’m here.” You murmured, arm rising slowly to trail a finger over the bridge of his nose. “I’m here.”
“Told you it was real.” Peeta muttered to Katniss then, an inelegant snort from Johanna startling both of them when they realized she was out of the water and standing at their side.
“The two of you really are dumber than you look.” She taunted.
“I’ll take the first watch.” Finnick shouted before any infighting could start, shooting Katniss a halfhearted glare. “Everybody else rest up.”
“Can I stay up with you, Finnick?” You murmured, still looking rather dazed as you half floated in the salty water in Finnick’s arms.
You’d probably be the first to fall asleep, but Finnick didn’t bother telling you that. He simply agreed, pressing another kiss to your head before he continued washing you off.
hey guys btw haymitch sent katniss and finnick bread from district 4 when they were grieving mags in catching fire just like mags sent haymitch and maysilee ham hock soup from district 12 when they were grieving.
Finnick Odair x hijacked!reader who asks what's real or not real [2k words]
summary: a District Thirteen reunion story heavily inspired by the brilliant @ervotica's fic 'a life of our own' & @/ilguna's 'hijacked'! Reader was tortured much like Peeta was into fearing Finnick, finding her playing the game 'real or not real'
CW: fem!reader, discussion of past torture [not described], reader tortured into believing Finnick did abhorrent and disgusting things to her [not described], medical personnel acting as villains sort of, hurt/comfort, hopeful/open ending
Finnick drummed his fingers against the paperback book that he brought with him to your hospital room every day which acted as nothing more than a glorified prop.
Routine was a word that came to dictate much of Finnick’s life recently; stability. Ritualized schedules were the norm in District Thirteen. But more importantly, routine, stability, and ritualized schedules were deemed necessary and important to your recovery.
Thus, Finnick drummed his fingers against the paperback book - the same paperback book - that he brought with him to your hospital room every day - at the exact same time - which acted as nothing more than a glorified prop.
He’d been following more or less the same routine ever since you’d been rescued from the Capitol a few weeks ago, though Finnick could admit visiting you felt slightly better now than it had in the beginning.
The beginning had been nothing short of heartbreaking for him. The beginning had been nothing short of torturous for you.
There’d been a hunch in place of hard evidence that the lot of you were being tortured in the Capitol, though to what extent no one knew. And absolutely no one was prepared for what awaited them by the time the three of you were safe in District Thirteen.
Peeta had promptly tried to off Katniss which was very off brand of him; Johanna’s head had been shaved, she was emaciated, and had a plethora of evidence of gruesome physical torture, and you…
You weren’t filled with the same loathing, hatred, and disgust that Peeta seemed to carry for Katniss. No, you were completely and utterly terrified.
Medics had to sedate you when Finnick rushed into the room upon hearing of your arrival because you’d thrown yourself against the wall so violently you’d split your head open, then nearly ripped your nails clean off your fingers in your desperation to open a locked door in an attempt to escape from him. And if that hadn’t been devastating enough, the sounds of your guttural screams and desperate cries caused by him still haunted many of Finnick’s nightmares.
Finnick had been hesitant to return to you after that; he didn’t want to ever cause you that much distress again.
Haymitch tried to reason with him; Finnick wasn’t the one causing you this much distress, it was the Capitol. The medics tried to reason with him; it was to be considered exposure therapy, they hoped that - over time - as you regained some familiarity and comfort with him and worked through your memories and trauma with the doctors that you’d start to remember.
He reluctantly agreed. So, he was horrified when, the first day he returned, you’d been strapped down to your bed in preparation for his meeting.
“This is sick!” He’d shouted at the medics as he gestured at your current state. “This isn’t exposure therapy, this is torture!”
“Mr. Odair, the hope is that once she begins to realize there’s no need to fight or run, we’ll be able to take the restraints off.” One of them explained in a bored manner.
“Fuck whatever you’re hoping for! You’re torturing her; she’s not going to feel any safer here than she did in the Capitol!”
They’d tried calling after him, but he simply looked over at you and offered a pathetic “I’m sorry, honey” that you probably hadn’t heard over your own desperate wails before he fled.
The next day he returned, you hadn’t been strapped down, but you had been heavily medicated with some kind of sedative before his arrival. He swallowed around the bile in his throat as he took a seat in one of the chairs, pretended to read his book and tried his hardest to ignore the extremely wary and haunted gaze that stayed glued to his side for the entirety of his visit.
The third visit went much the same, except about halfway through his scheduled ‘visit’, he noticed that your eyes seemed to fall extremely heavy.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” He murmured quietly, though you would have thought he’d screamed at you with the way you bodily flinched and your eyes snapped open.
He just continued watching you as you fought to convince your heart to return to its normal tempo, slowly, cautiously nodding your head yes to his question when you seemed to realize he was earnest in his question.
“Would you like me to leave so you can get some rest?”
Your brows furrowed ever so subtly, eyes darting across his face as you searched for any hidden meaning or potential threat.
You must not have found one.
“Please.” You whispered, and - though it was still but a whisper - it was the first time he had heard your voice since the Quarter Quell that wasn’t shrieking and sobbing in fear, causing a lump to form in his throat.
“Okay, honey, I’ll go.” He whispered back, smiling at you through tears as he stood and swiftly left the room, hardly closing the door fully behind him before he let out a sob.
Over the weeks, you began finding your own routine and schedule outside of the time you spent working with doctors and medics. You were hardly ever seen without your journal on your person, and one of your doctors explained to Finnick that you were beginning to compile notes to differentiate between things you knew, things that you didn’t know, and what was real or not real. Many times, Finnick could find you working in your journal when he arrived, and though you still managed to keep a concerned eye on him at any given point and your body never fully relaxed while he was there, he was grateful you were becoming more or less accustomed to his company.
And then one day he showed up to your room to find one wall completely transformed into a giant drawing board. The board was divided into two equal sides; one side was labelled REAL and one side was labelled NOT REAL. The only thing that had been written down so far was on the NOT REAL side, which read “Finnick did not set you up and leave you there to die.”
“She’s been struggling to sleep without the aid of sedatives; she wakes up quite violently from nightmares, struggling to differentiate between what is real and what is not, even when we’re standing right there in front of her.” One of the medics told him. “We tried once to have her look through her journal, but she threw it across the room and told us to get away from her. We thought maybe having a very large visualization in front of her in her own writing would be helpful to tether her to reality upon waking.”
And that seemed all well in good, but Finnick found himself sick over some of the things the Capitol had convinced you he was guilty of more than once.
But, if this is what you needed, if this was helping you, Finnick would stomach it, no questions asked.
So, Finnick drummed his fingers against the paperback book that he brought with him to your hospital room every day which acted as nothing more than a glorified prop.
He knocked twice gently on your door before stepping inside, watching as you stepped quickly away from the board and hid the marker and eraser behind your back as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, watching Finnick as though you were waiting for him to attack.
“Hi, honey.” He greeted quietly, nodding politely at you before he pulled out his chair and took his place, flipping his book open to an arbitrary page as he pretended to read.
You didn’t move; your feet seemed to be glued to the spot as you watched Finnick pretend to not be watching you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had missed your gaze, quite selfishly, and found that while the atmosphere wasn’t exactly relaxed, he was happy enough just to have your eyes on him again.
Finnick wasn’t sure how much time had passed before you ended up breaking the silence.
“F…Finnick?” You asked, barely above a whisper; question so quiet that Finnick was sure if he hadn’t only been pretending to read, he would have missed it entirely.
You sounded as though you were trying his name out for size, just to see how it felt on your tongue. Finnick missed the days when you used to squeal his name in laughter, or groan his name in frustration, or call his name in excitement. But even though it came out cautious and stilted, he didn’t think he’d ever heard as pretty a sound as the sound of his name falling from your lips.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He asked eagerly, fighting to keep his tone, face, and body language calm as he saved his ‘place’ with a finger and leaned forward in his chair, resting his knees on his elbows.
You swallowed thickly and fiddled with the marker in your hands as you stole yourself to speak. “Can I ask you something?”
He wanted to be an ass; he wanted to say ‘you just asked me two things’, he wanted to whoop and holler at finally having an actual conversation with you after weeks of finally having you back, yet not really having you back at all.
Instead, all he said was “of course.”
You cleared your throat before gaining the courage to ask what he heard as “you love me; real, or not real?”
Finnick wasn’t sure an answer had ever come to him so fast. “Real.”
You seemed somewhat surprised by his answer even though it was clearly the answer you’d been expecting. After a few moments, you simply nodded at him before turning back to your drawing board’s REAL side.
Finnick loved me you wrote, adding bullet points underneath it...
He told me so
He acts like it
Gut feeling
...is what you cited as proof to this revelation. Finnick wanted to weep. A gut feeling; you were still in there, somewhere. There was still a version of you that knew deep down that Finnick loved you.
“It’s not quite right, honey.” He offered softly, fighting the urge to smile when you turned at his interruption, yet didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice as you often did. You simply looked at him in confusion.
“Do you mind if I make a minor adjustment?” He asked as he carefully placed his book on your empty bed and slowly stood, holding his hands out in ask.
You looked between him and the marker and eraser in your hands before holding them out for him; an invitation.
Finnick smiled at you as he slowly walked towards you, hyper focused on remaining as unthreatening as possible as he gently took the items from you, careful not to touch you unnecessarily.
He moved to the REAL side of the board, using the edge of the eraser to remove the d from the end of loved and replacing it with an s. The sentence now - properly - read Finnick loves me.
“There, now it’s perfect.” He offered you with another smile as he held the items back out to you, gently placing them in your hands when you held them open for him before he turned back towards his chair, retrieved his book, and sat back down.
Your eyes stayed glued on the correction he made to your board as the marker and eraser hovered uselessly midair; moments dragging on before your arms finally lowered to your sides.
Finnick didn’t bother pretending to read, so when you turned to look at him - face full of confusion, curiosity, concern, and what looked to be devastation - you found him already looking at you.
“Still?” You asked, voice cracking painfully as a heavy tear fell down your face.
And if Finnick thought that no answer had ever come faster to him before, he was sorely mistaken.
I really adore the moment in Catching Fire where Katniss and Finnick prank Peeta while he's sleeping. Not only because it's a moment of Katniss being goofy and pranking her crush like the kid she forgets she is but because Finnick is twenty four and acting like the kid he never got to be.
I love going back in time and seeing my slow shift from Peeta Mellark to Finnick Odair, it truly is comical.
Actually I lied, there was nothing slow about this descent. From August first to...
... August 18th. Okay. LMAOOOO.
I mean, can you blame me? One of the most interesting/complex characters in THG Trilogy, an unnecessary death in war, one of the most perfect representations of male victims I've ever seen, and (imo) perfectly cast in the movies with an AMAZING performance by Sam Claflin.
Don’t get me wrong I loved the sunrise on the reaping book - but what of my problems with in it is how Haymitch is down play himself so much that people think he is stupid (which he is not!!!! And we know it)
I saw this on x
And I’m like throughout the whole trilogy he was known for how damn smart he was, but when he literally exposing himself in his own story (and with no filters mind you) people think he is dumb.
I bed to differ.
The Haymitch we knew is drowning in his own griff and bitterness, closed of emotionally and willingly cutting himself from the world - except those he could not shake off - because he fears risking anyone else in his life.
Sunrise Haymitch have so much emotional intelligence, he can read people in an instant, he can see people beyond stereotypes and where they are from, he catches up on the explosive beetee showed him really quickly, he is very detail oriented, damn he even understand and appreciate fashion in way we didn’t knew he was capable of.
The only thing he was lacking (if you can call it that) is the experience with playing the games, which he learn how to play over the years.
He was 16, even the smartest people were stupid at 16 😂
He compared himself to Lenore dove because she is more educated and actively participated in intellectual activities, doesn’t makes him any less smart.
People don’t compare him to Effie when she is/was in university (Effie is NOT stupid too, you need to be hella smart and capable to to what she did in uni and as an escort, and her only “advantage” on Haymitch is the experience she has)
Also the point of view and how much you share matters - he shared his daily insecurities comparing him to Lenore dove, a character that was painted to be smart and intelligent and passionate and his reason to fight - of course he would see her as more then him.
To me, Haymitch is still one of the smartest characters in the series and always will be
I'm rewatching TBOSBAS because I wanna put a good review on my Letterboxd, and everytime I watch the scene of Reaper giving the dead tributes a proper burial I get chills. The way Dill is his breaking point, and how he even challenges the capitol.
The fact he uses the capitol flag to cover them is even better. Its almost saying “You did this, not me, not us. You drove us to killing for survival, but see? We can be civil. Unlike you.”
The tribute that was made out to be the most vicious, the most violent. With a name like Reaper — ended up being the most compassionate.
Unlike most interpretations of the Grim Reaper, he wasn't the one who took their lives. Instead, in his own way, he gave them a proper burial and helped them “move on” almost.
Dr Gaul taught that all humans, when desperate and wild, were rabid creatures. How their humanity can be stripped away for pure selfishness. But Reaper is the direct dichotomy to that statement.
And its ironic how in the movie. While he's screaming “are you gonna punish me now??” Gaul comes on to interrupt him.
Reaper might be a fav of mine now not even gonna lie
I would like to thank my mom, and my dad, and my grandma and grandpa, and those narrating YouTube shorts for introducing me back to tumblr. And I’d also like to thank Finnick Odair, and Iron Man, and Jesus, and FedEx.
how they initially sing Daisy Bell just to mock Zooble only to progressively pay more attention to each other to where by the end they fully focus on having fun with each other is AHDHSHAUXDDCCISHBDBXJ
