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Made a fic… Finnick x reader. Second fic I’ve ever made, be gentle but please do give feedback❤️❤️❤️

Also my ao3 is DoomedByFiction so it’ll be posted soon probably mwah

‘Not as Bad as I Thought’ (work in progress title)

1/?? Chapters, will also go on ao3 soon

She sat on an empty beach, pulling up handfuls of sand, the sensation of the grains was calming as it sifts through her fingers.

Waves crashed harshly against the rocks under the pier. The sounds of seamen making an early return from their excursion.

While observing the darkened sky, she was interrupted by a voice that she could only describe as honeyed.

“Trying to get a shower from the rain?” He remarked.

Turning her head to see who had injected themselves into her thoughts, only to find Finnick Odair, in all his glory.

Her past-mentor, who seemed to find her just about anywhere she went.

He continued, “I’ll admit, it is a good idea.” He paused, breaking his serious expression with a smirk. “Well, if you didn’t have an amazing shower back at your house.”

“Do you need something, Finnick?” She shot back. His presence was irritating when she was trying to have some peace and quiet.

“For you to not catch a cold, sweetheart.” He explained, running his hand through his bronze curls.

“It’s not cold.” She huffed.

“It will be when it’s raining,” Finnick advised. Continuing with a smirk, “Mags wants to see you, c’mon.” He reiterates, already turned and heading back towards the town.

Only at the mention of the elderly woman did her ears perk up, deciding that she would follow him.

“Wait up—”

She ran towards him, not expecting him to turn back to wait for her. Resulting in her bumping into him.

“oof.” The noise was expelled from her as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

She backed away, enough that it was a regular distance, mumbling an apology.

He lifted her chin, leaning in. “If you wanted a reason to touch me, sweetheart. You could’ve just asked.” His breath tickled her cheek.

She flushed as he laughed, feigning his innocence. “Joking, joking.” He held his hands up.

He had always been like this, unapologetically flirty or just touchy.

He had mentored her alongside Mags for the 66th hunger games, playing a huge part in how she won. He had taught her everything he knew despite her trying to refuse his help.

She thought he couldn’t teach her anything since they were both fifteen. (Even though he did win his games at fourteen.)

Now, after five years of co-mentoring and living just across the road from each other in Victor’s Village, he still couldn’t get a hint that she didn’t like him. Even if the little stunt he’d just pulled was making her think stupid thoughts.

The walk back to the village was quick and uneventful. Although she did seek a few glances his way, though she’d never admit such.

Just as the two stepped into the gates of the closed off village, did she decide to break the silence. “So… what did Mags want?” She inquired.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Uh huh.” He glanced over with a smirk.

A light drizzle of rain starts.

“So you lied to me?” She deadpans, crossing her arm over her chest in a defensive manner.

He stops, looking her over as she looks annoyed. “She could want you. You just wouldn’t have known, since you were waiting to be soaked by the rain.”

“I’m going home.” She exasperated, turning on her heals to walk across the street to her own home.

“Wait-“ He caught her shoulder before she could escape him.

He sighs, “Just come inside.” He pleaded softly, like he’d finally dropped his Capitol mask for once.

Everything inside her was screaming at her to just leave, but something about his tone made her pause. “Ok.. fine.” She conceded with hesitation.

Once he got her inside, he walked away from her, leaving her standing by the door.

After a moment of awkward silence of her eyeing up his place, a towel was thrown into her chest.

“Heads up!” He shouts, although the towel had already hit me squarely in the chest.

She looked at him unamused, “Not really how you use that expression.” She deadpanned, picking the towel off the floor.

He was towelling his hair, looking very smug for someone who had just committed towel assault. “It’s ok, you’re fine.” He declared.

“Who said I am?”

“Me.”

A beat passes.

“If you aren’t though… I’ll just have to make some hot chocolate to make it up.”

“Is that how you fix all your problems?” She

still hadn’t left the door mat.

“Depends. So… hot chocolate with or without cinnamon?”

He stares at her until she finally agrees and takes off her shoes, following him begrudgingly to the kitchen.

“Welcome into my humble abode.” He gestured theatrically to his kitchen.

“Nothing about you is humble, Finnick.” She said with a small smile from his theatrics.

“There’s that smile.”

“I wasn’t—“

He cut her off, “You were.”

She gave up on defending herself when he placed two mugs of hot chocolate onto the counter. Making a tsk noise and slapping her hand when she reached for one.

“They aren’t done yet.”

So she waits, watching him putting whipped cream, cinnamon and various other ingredients.

“Here you go, sweetheart. Careful, it’s hot.” He cautioned while handing one of the mugs to her.

“That’s usually how hot chocolate works.”

“You’d be surprised.”

She laughed a bit, then took a sip.

Finnick smirked and waited for her input on his masterpiece.

“So, do you love it or do you love it?”

“It’s good.” She smiled despite wanting to hate him, she just couldn’t find a reason to.

After a while of light conversation he decided to ask, “Do you have plans for the next… I don’t know.. three or four hours?”

She placed her empty mug back on the counter, “What? Why?” She questioned him, confused on why he’d want her over that long.

He lets out a breath, laughing almost nervously. “Well I was planning to have a dinner with Mags tonight, and I kinda sorta forget to make the bread.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Well, I’m not the best at making bread, and you’re not that bad at making bread.”

“You’re trying to make me make you bread.” She said unamused.

“Yes?”

She huffed, but got up to help him find the ingredients.

“Oh, thank you. You’re an angel.” He thanked in the most serious tone she’d ever heard from him.

And for once, she didn’t find him as annoying as before.

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HELLLOOOOOO!!! I’ve never posted on here before but I really wanna write fanfic about like the hunger games characters x reader! I hope someone responds to give me an idea, or even tell me how to use tumblr better lmao!

(Also Twd if possible. Prompts appreciated!)