so high school - rafe cameron x afab! reader blurb
warnings - fluff
word count: 278
“truth, dare, spin bottles, you know how to ball I know aristotle”
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you sat in the golf cart, clutching your book tightly as you watched your boyfriend of one year, rafe, golf with his friends topper and kelce. it was a breezy but warm summer day, and you thanked the heavens that you had worn a skort.
as much as you loved hanging out with rafe, you can’t help but feel boredom looming over you. it was a nice gesture to invite you to golf, but unfortunately you don’t play as much as they do. as the friend group continue throughout the course, the bright green grass and sunny skies provided nice scenery for you to prop open your book and begin reading.
your relationship with rafe was picture perfect, him always surprising and spoiling you with gifts, carrying your bags, and him helping you build your own little library.
he truly was the best.
as you progressed through the book, you felt the driver's seat of the golf cart sink and the engine start, knowing that rafe was done playing for the day. you put a bookmark in between the pages and smiled up at rafe.
"hey, how was golf?" you ask, his forehead has a light sheen of sweat due to the summer heat, and you watched him wipe it off with a towel perched on the driving wheel.
"it was fun, you know, you should really start golfing with me again. I heard it prevents eye strain," he teases. you playfully roll your eyes and rafe lightly chuckles as you quip back, "it's not really my thing, plus, that's what makes us such a good match anyways," you shrug, "you know how to ball, I know aristotle."
Hey yall sorry, had a busy busy weekend. I promise to have the next chapters to Paper Talks out sometime during the week. This school work is eating at me already and the first week just ended lol Just tryna find the balance between a small business, school, and my silly little hobbies, rn but I swear I'll have those out soon. ALSO started writing a part two to the Finnick fan fic I wrote awhile back. No one asked for it but my soul need it ngl. OVERALL currently working on
Ours- Finnick X Reader
Part 2 angst Paper talks- Coriolanus X Reader
Part 2 Fluff Paper Talks- Coriolanus X Reader
ALSO FOR THE PEOPLE SENDING IN REQUESTS, I only have one request atm and I am brainstorming it. I really like the idea and I will answer it once I'm done writing that :)
I hope yall have love and light in your lives mwah mwah
Paper Talks || Young! Coriolanus Snow X Plinth! Reader pt. 1
TLDR: You knew that people would try to gain your attention and trust because of your families status but Coriolanus always seemed to go above and beyond the usual hallway waves. Are his feelings true and genuine or is he just as shallow as the rest?
Warnings: Capital people talk, reader is a little bratty, She/Her pronouns reader
A/N: This is part ONE of THREE planned stories. So basically I got requests for this same parring of Snow X Plinth! reader and one wanted angst the other wanted fluff so this is the set up story to those two. The story will break off and diverge from this point and you'll get to choose the ending you want. Will they fall in love or will it burn to pieces? YOU CHOOSE!
Based on THIS ask
Word Count: 2.1 k
Taglist: @simpovereveryone
The academy was rather boring most days. Constant busy work 24/7 about things I already knew just didn't ever seem to rub me the right way. What was the point in this education if it felt like you were never actually LEARNING anything? I sighed tapping my pencil ever so slightly against my desk while I listened to Highbottom ramble about whatever painfully vague topic he wanted to yap about today. That man drank so much I swear, not only could you smell the liquor off of him but you could see it, like a weird mystifying haze around him and in his eyes. He must've been mixing something in his cup because liquor doesn't do that much damage. I, honestly, needed whatever he was having to get through this lesson.
Finally, like a saving grace, the bell rang and we were excused from the lecture hall. A few people waved and smiled while I walked through the halls and I did the same back. While I was from the districts, the capital people still seemed to treat me fairly, to my face that is, because of one thing and one thing only, my last name.
Plinth.
We were new money and we sure had a ton of it. An ever-looming fear of mine is that people don't actually like me but just want to get closer to me so they can get a piece of my family's fortune. Easily, I can see why people would want to get closer to me. It didn't help when my last year in the academy came and my father announced there would be a "Plinth Prize", a scholarship of sorts that would help other students pay for university. My father is a very charitable man for offering up a chunk of our wealth to others but it made me a lot more paranoid at school. What if people were just trying to get closer to me so I'd put a good word into my dad? The thought caused a deep sinking feeling of anxiety to sit in the pit of my stomach. Shaking my head, I dusted away the emotions, grabbed my food and tried to find a spot to sit in the cafeteria.
Looking over the area, I saw the broad stocky build and curly brown hair of a boy sitting alone at a 4 person table. Oh, Sej... Sej is my twin brother, obviously not identical twin but he was my twin. I placed my food onto the table with a 'plop' and eagerly sat down to eat.
"Sejanus"
"Y/N"
We both nodded and continued to eat. It was a weird sibling thing we did. Hello's get boring when you have to say them all the time so we just say each other's names then move on. I started absolutely demolishing my sandwich. Words can not describe how delicious a sandwich is after having to listen to Highbottom's intoxicated rants for hours on end. That's when I noticed something, Sej wasn't eating. His eyes were distracted, focused on something behind me. I cocked my brow up in confusion before slowly turning my head to see what he was looking at.
I don't know when he got there but the tall, lanky frame of a man clad in our school uniform was walking to where we were sat and promptly stood at the edge of our table. Curls so blond they were almost white framed his face with a smirk painted across it. His eyes switched between the two of us slowly as if they were slithering inside of his head. Coriolanus Snow. I don't think I've ever actually talked to him before but we did share a class. Sej smiled and said hi to him and he nodded back before asking,
"Is that seat taken?" his head motioned to the seats beside us and I was about to say 'yes' but I couldn't beat the enthusiastic nods and "Oh no it's absolutely free please come sit down," from my brother.
I watched dumbfounded while he reached over and slightly pulled out the chair next to him for Coriolanus. The blond man ignored this, the fabric of his sleeve touching my hair every so slightly while he slid behind to take the seat next to me. That pissed me off, just a little. I hate when people touch my hair. Spend so long to make it look presentable and then people go in and mess with it UGH. My brothers smile faded slightly before it perked back up again as he excitedly started to strike up a conversation with Coriolanus who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of me. I felt his gaze burning my skin like thousands of little coals. Who knows what kind of comments he might have been making in his head. I looked back down at my sandwich and started to eat it again, but a lot slower.
Sejanus and Coriolanus went back and forth with some banter, clearly, Sej was a lot more interested than Coriolanus was. I felt kind of sad for my brother at times. I don't think he realized how easily people could use us. He trusted too freely and it seemed like he really liked Coriolanus. While other students would try to be kind to us to our faces, that didn't stop them from laughing at us behind our backs. I've only overheard their snickers and chuckles about how we were 'dirty district' twice but that was twice too many. Sej couldn't see through the plastic personas. He leaned over the table, directing his full energy and attention to holding this conversation with Coriolanus who wasn't even holding eye contact with him. He was cut off mid-ramble when Coriolanus spoke.
"Sejanus... you never told me you had a sister"
Oh god, I've been noticed. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION.
"Actually, she's my twin sister. I assumed you would've already known she-"
"I think I have a class with her... Y/N right?"
Why were they talking about me like I wasn't right there? Sejanus was about to open his mouth again when Snow tapped my shoulder, forcing my attention to him. I got to get a better look at his face up close now and I couldn't deny the absolute gravitational pull those blue eyes had. Silently, I swam into the oceans of those blue eyes. I knew I had to get out before I drowned. I swallowed hard and nodded.
"Y/N. Y/N Plinth. And you are... Coriolanus?"
"Please, call me Corio." His smirk turned to a cheesy smile and he tipped his head slightly, extending his hand out for me to shake. I looked down at his hand and then back up at him while I nervously took it and shook it. His hands were as cold as icicles. The feeling almost made me shiver. He gave my hand a squeeze when I tried to pull away like he was trying to keep me there. I did not like that one bit. When he finally released my hand he didn't take his eyes off of me once.
"Sure, Corio..." I mumbled out before trying to return to my almost-finished sandwich. Sej took that as his opportunity to continue blabbering on to Coriolanus.
~
The passing days started to notice a frequently rising increase in Coriolanus Snow bombarding my days. He started to become one of those faces that would wave at me in the hallways but he always wanted to stop and talk and compliment my appearance. Just the other day he moved seats in our shared class to sit next to me, conveniently on the day we had to start a group project with our "table partner". I didn't like how he seemed to be infecting every inch of my life. Sejanus even started to invite him to the mansion so they could hang out and I'd have to see those icy blue eyes cross my vision whenever I went downstairs for a snack and of course, he had to talk to me.
A part of me wants to believe how that Corio was genuine and was trying to be our friend but I couldn't help the impending sense of doom I felt whenever I thought about opening up to him. Today was unlike the others. To start, when Sej and I walked to school together, Coriolanus crossed our path and walked with us. His body hung close to mine as he and Sejanus talked over my head. Corio kept trying to drag me into their conversation but I was trying to minimize the amount of Snow that was being left on my person. When I made it to my first class that's when I noticed a white rose placed on the side of my bag. It must've been from Corio. He must've slipped it in my bad while we were walking this morning. I'm just a girl! I couldn't help the way my face lit up bright red with a blush from this action.
Just as my face felt hot so did my temper. I couldn't let myself get distracted here. I knew what he really wanted, right? I twirled the stem of the rose between my fingers, carefully trying to avoid the thorns, and watched how pretty it looked spinning. Humming softly, I closed my eyes and watched as the rest of the day went by fast.
~
Corio and I sat sitting next to each other in the library trying to study for class. He started insisting on these study dates after we had that first group assignment together. I don't understand why he felt the need to sit there and explain all the questions to me. I knew what he was talking about. The fabric of our pants touched each other lightly as it was the one barrier that stopped our knees from touching. Coriolanus continued to ramble on about the question we were on and was explaining the steps to solve it for the 100th time and I was starting to get seriously bored. With a heavy sigh, I pulled my paper closer to me and started to solve the problems at a lot faster of a speed than we were going at. I had done about 4 questions by the time he was done explaining that one to me and that's when he realized, he had pretty much been talking to the air.
"Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?"
He spoke, leaning ever so closer to me. He started snapping his fingers in from of my face and I felt this anger start to boil in me.
"Darling, I'm trying to show you how to solve this."
Finally, when he placed his hand on my thigh and I heard the word 'Darling' escape his lips did I snap. My head shot up and I looked over at him, shooting daggers in his direction. I hissed under my breath,
"Corio, do you think I'm stupid? I know what you want "Darling, " I let the darling roll off my tongue sarcastically and mockingly. "and it's not me. You're not sly Snow, I know you're flirting with me and I suggest you scurry along here before I put in a bad word to my father about how this boy in my class can't seem to leave me alone in peace to do my school work. Are we clear?"
Coriolanus took a step back, his mouth agape from the shock of what was just said to him. He took a sharp inhale before a smirk spread on his face, similar to the one he had the first day he sat next to Sejanus and I. There was a plan behind that smile I just knew it.
"That is where you're wrong I'm afraid. I love your feist though Ms. Plinth, simply another challenge, and don't forget, Snow always lands on top."
His body glided so elegantly through the air as he stood up from his seat next to me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and leaned down to look over my shoulder, leaning down so close I could feel his breath against my neck. If my heart was beating any faster it might have turned into an engine an raced out of my chest.
"By the way Y/N... the answer is 3 not 67, I can't even process how you'd make that kind of mistake but if you ever need help with math, let me know. I'm sure you would've gotten it right if you were listening."
He whispered in my ear before standing up and leaving the room. The whole interaction caused a shiver to go down my spine in shock before the anger came rushing back into my veins. Who does this man think he is? And what a cringy tag line, "Snow always lands on top"? please. We will just have to see about that one.
Had my first day of my second on-campus semester of college. It was kinda mid ngl. I hope I make a lot more friends this semester. I feel like that's one thing no one tells you about college, specifically a community college, is how hard it is to make friends. My outfit got complimented twice today and someone said I was pretty and that made me happy! Anyways finnick fic comin soon, sorry i've been SLACKING
Sorry I haven't posted fan fiction in awhile yall, I started my own jewellery business to help pay for the college stuff ima need next semester but I'll be back on the grind soon! might post a short little Finnick story tonight or tomorrow tho, i love love love that man.
Please send in more requests!
ALSO LOWKEY WANNA WRITE SOME MIKE SCHMIT STUFF but thats just my silly little josh hutcherson simp voice speaking~
Yall I gotta start watching Billy The Kid cuz the hold that TOM BLYTH in a COWBOY HAT has on me is insane. I need him so bad. Need him spiritually, biblically, physically. Yall. He got me soundin like Big and Rich the way im tryna
SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOYYYYY
... sorry
I need to watch it tho, for the plot. just the plot...
NEED. WISHLIST. MY BIRTHDAY COMIN UP YALL PLEASEEEEEEE
Can't you see the Starlight? || Finnick Odair X Reader
"Look at you worrying to much about things you can't change, you'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way"
Getting dragged to a capital party to satisfy your mothers wishes could not have gone any better when you get asked to dance with the capital darling, Finnick Odair.
Warnings: Fluffy, mentions of death, kissing, dancing, fem! reader, alcohol mentioned, Finnick getting humbled A LOT
Word Count: 4.7K
A/N: I knowwwww I know yall have been asking for more Coriolanus Snow content but I needed some Finnick fluff in my life I love him so much. Might write more parts to this if yall like it :D
The music was so loud I swear I would be able to hear it ringing in my ears for the next days to come. Everyone was dressed to the nines and other girls scurried past me in large, sparkling, extravagant gowns shaped like cupcakes. Awkwardly, I stood there watching the people dance and talk.
This was my first time going to a capital party. My mother decided I spent enough time locked in my room and decided to drag me along to the party.
She had barged in that morning and said, "Y/N it is not normal for a girl your age to have no other friends other than her dog. You're in university. You should be in the club but instead your here. I'm sorry Sweetheart but that is just sad." I understood where she was coming from. It's not even that I don't like being outside, I love it actually. I love going on walks and watching the birds in the trees or even reading in the park and watching the leaves fall. All of that stuff is so much fun. The thing I don't like is the constant judgment from the other people in the capital. My family used to be incredibly wealthy, so much so my father had a hand in a big part of the economy of all of Panem. He was also deeply tied to political affairs in Panem, often having meetings with President Snow. My mother said they went to school together. But when my father died suddenly and mysteriously, our business had plummeted. My mother, bless her soul, tried to step up and handle things but our financial status had gone down significantly.
In all truth, we weren't doing well at all and the pretentious shallowness of the other capital citizens only viewed you as the numbers in your bank account. My mom could barely pay the tuition for the University I'm attending. I felt like an imposter at this party. I know these people think less of me and it's so uncomfortable. It's not even the stares, it's more the lack thereof. I wasn't perceived at all because the other people at this party didn't think I was worth their time. I played with the fabric of my silk red dress awkwardly while I watched my mom chatter with another woman her age at a table across from where I was. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and pretended to be anywhere else.
Suddenly, I was pulled out of my daze by a hand on my left shoulder and someone's breath on my right. I jumped and turned around, my gaze being met with the most marvelous pair of sea-green eyes. The man took a step back.
"I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" he chuckled.
I didn't respond, just gave him a confused, almost disgusted glace. He scoffed a little and let a smirk run across his face while extending his hand out.
"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance Ms..." He looked at me with curious eyes, wanting me to finish his sentence. Cautiously, I reached my hand out to meet his, never breaking eye contact.
"Y/N, Y/N L/N."
He shook my hand shortly and firmly. His smirk turned into a charming smile, exposing his charmingly crooked white teeth and dimples. I squinted my eyes at him, examining his face. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, he looked so familiar. His smile started to fade, I think he was a little offended by my glares.
"I'm sorry but do I know you from somewhere?"
A loud laugh left his mouth.
"I'd be more surprised if you didn't haha, do the Hunger Games ring a bell?"
"Gasp... Peeta Mellark?!"
Excitement started to rush through my veins. My eyes lit up and I started to get all giddy. I loved Katniss and Peeta's games. They just finished last week actually. It was really the only one I tuned into and actually paid attention to, I was too invested, enthralled even with their romance. God, I was such a sucker for romance. Peeta looks so different in real life. A lot taller actually. Blond as ever though.
"I- no... Finnick. Finnick Odair." He looked at me a little offended and confused. Now this was awkward. I calmed myself down and shook my head.
"Hmm, I can't say they do Mr. Odair." I glanced around and noticed the number of eyes that were on us, "Though from the amount of girls around here who look like they want to tear you apart, I'm going to assume you're famous or something."
"Ha, well I guess you can put it that way, what a way to humble someone Ms. Y/N... Anyways, I came to ask you a simple question, may I have this dance?" He bent at the waist slightly like a prince, his hand reached out for mine waiting for me to accept it, his stunningly green eyes never leaving mine. What a charmer. I laughed a little and looked around again. There was still a few eyes on us but just as many people were enjoying themselves. Something about the joy buzzing off of the other people just gave me this sudden urge to do something I was always taught not to do; let a stranger who just seemed to have the sharpest jawline, dimples, boosted ego, and the absolute deepest sea green eyes take me by the hand and lead me somewhere with even more strangers in a strange place. I'd say the stranger-danger aspect of it all was worrying but the pros of, "ooooo hot man" seemed to outweigh that.
"Well Mr. Odair, it's between that or sitting here for more painstakingly long minutes so I guess I'll dance with you," flirtatious sarcasm was dripping from my voice but I shot him back a smirk like the one he was giving me. I placed my hand into his and took mental note of how big and rough his hands were compared to mine. In one swift movement, he stood up straight again and interlocked his arm with mine.
"I'll make it worth your while," He joked and I rolled my eyes in response. For being an outdoor event, the area felt so claustrophobic with the amount of people around. The heat radiating off of everyone was unbearable, the aroma was sticky. Finnick held my arm close to him, afraid to lose me in the crowd. I could feel my face getting hot and I couldn't tell if I was flustered from the sudden male attention or if the heat was getting to me. Soon enough, we reached a small clearing, just big enough for the two of us and I felt Finnick let go of my arm and spin me around so now I was facing him. The way he was looking at me made me feel all warm and gooshy, ugh I hated it. With half-lidded eyes and that smirk that was starting to become oh so familiar, he placed one of his hands on the small of my back, pulling me close to him, and the other interlocking with my hand, extending them outwards.
I tried to pull every amount of falsified confidence out of the depths of my soul when I placed my other hand to meet his shoulder. In theory, this should've gone smoothly but I was so nervous my hand was shaking on the way up, none of my fake confidence could cover that one up. He started laughing and I cringed so hard. I looked down at the ground and my legs wobbled a little when I felt my posture start to slip in these heels. I wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of nothingness.
"Oh Ms. Y/N... you sure have a lot of bark for a girl who can't even stand up straight. My presence must be too intoxicating for you to handle."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. And you sure have a lot of confidence for a 'Famous' man I didn't even recognize."
"Ouch, dear let's hold off on that one, now please..." his hand lifted off the small of my back and I felt his fingers under my chin, lifting it to look at him.
"Look at me when I talk to you, it's rude not to"
His hand returned to my back and I stared at him flabbergasted. This man had such a hold on me, literally and figuratively, and I had just met him. This was crazy.
"Oh you're dangerous Mr. Odair," I whispered a little too loud for my liking. He heard it and started to laugh again. God that laugh was like the best sound I've ever heard.
"Trust me darling, I'm a daydream. Now, are we gonna start dancing or are you just going to sit here and stare at me while I get lost in your eyes."
Oh, this absolute weenie. Now I knew I was blushing. His facial expression was the embodiment of pride. It was like he was so accomplished in getting me so flustered. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening sank upon me and so did the remembrance that I didn't know how to dance. Smiling awkwardly at him I started to try and uncomfortably sway our bodies in an off-rhythm pace. His mouth formed an 'O' shape of realization like he just read my mind.
"Just follow my lead,"
He started to move his feet and I followed along one step behind him. I was fumbling over my self a lot but he whispered little encouragements into my ear over the party music. Soon enough, I was working in perfect rhythm alongside him and things started to get a little more fun.
"Look at you, good girl. You caught on so fast,"
Oh god, how can someone be so charming? His presence was almost intoxicating. I turned my head again to avoid eye contact. If I stared into those green eyes for a moment longer I would surely fall into the depths of them and never be able to get out.
"Don't get shy now, darling. Come on," he teased before pulling me closer. My chest was pressed up against him and my eyes widened. Looking up at him slowly, I simply hit him with a shining smile. "Who me? Shy? Never, I'm clearly the most outgoing and social girl out there, that's exactly why I was standing at that table by myself for so long," I joked sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. The song changed and blasted through the speaker and played yet another slow dance song. I groaned and his ears perked up. He swooped in to take that as an oppertunity to ask,
"Are you bored yet?"
"Do you want the honest answer or the delusional one?"
"I'd rather us start our relationship with honesty so I'll go with the first option."
I swear, did this man ever stop smiling?
"Relationship? You're talking crazy Mr. Odair... but to be honest, I'm a little bored... Just a little."
He chuckled a little and continued to lead our bodies elegantly across the dance floor.
"How about we get out of here after this song? There's a lake a short walk down from here, we can go watch the stars."
"Oh Mr. Odair, you better not be trying to murder me... it's okay you don't have to drop everything for me. Clearly, you're enjoying the party."
"Don't worry... You can trust me and it's less that I'm enjoying the party and more that I'm enjoying you"
"You tease~"
"And without giving away too many details... You'd be doing me a favor getting me out of here," he spoke with a changed demeanor, a slightly grim and sad one at that. I brushed it off and nodded.
"So it's a deal?"
"Deal."
He smiled and then pulled away from me, lifting my hand. I understood the assignment and did a little spin, feeling my dress float a little around me. I giggled and spun back into his arms. While my dancing was still quite stiff, I felt so happy. He pulled me close and we helplessly gazed into each others eyes. The song ended and the music dwindled and he pulled away, smiling uncontrollably.
"Stop looking at me like that~ you're giving me the creeps," I teased and giggled, playfully hitting his slightly exposed chest from the V-neck of his white flowy top. He threw his head back laughing before extending his hand out to me again for the second time that night.
"Creeps? I'm sure you mean "Oh Finnick, stop killing me with that beautifully charming, elegant, and stunning smile"'
I huffed and rolled my eyes.
"Are we heading out now?"
"After you."
Words just seemed to roll right off his tongue like honey dripping off a warm spoon, shockingly sweet and smooth. His eyes never left mine. Ever. His hand reached for mine once more and we interlocked fingers while I started to try and find a path off the dance floor. Once we were free from the sweaty dance floor, I turned to Finnick with wide eyes ready for him to lead us down this 'short walk to the lake'. He gladly accepted this task and we walked out the gates of the capital party, not caring if anyone saw us.
As soon as we stepped out of the area I paused for a moment to take a deep breath in. "Oh man I swear it is so hard to breathe in there"
"Oh absolutely. Especially over the heavy perfumes that smell so strong yet can't cover the smell of B.O." Finnick laughed.
"Eww when you put it like that it makes it seem so much worse"
"Oh, but it is that bad let's just be honest here. Like I said earlier, I want this relationship to be started on a foundation of honesty, though, I do love a good secret."
I scrunched my face at his comment and laughed, interlocking my fingers with his again as we looked up ahead of the night in front of us.
"The lake is right down that way," he pointed off to the distance to where we were met with a little stone and dirt path leading. Logically thinking, now was really the time I should be using stranger danger logic. Good thing I wasn't thinking. I grabbed onto Finnick's arm and he started to walk me down the moonlit path. The misty coolness of the nighttime felt so nice on my skin while I cooled off from the party but the warmth of Finnick's arm against my body felt even better. The sound of the music from the party started to get fainter and fainter in the distance.
"So Mr. Odair,"
"Please, just call me Finnick, we aren't around all those fancy people anymore. We can drop the formalities."
"Hmm okay Finnick," I liked the way his name rolled off my tongue and from the way Finnick was grinning and the path in front of us, I think he liked it too. "Where are you from?"
"Wow... you really don't know anything about me huh?" He asked, genuinely so shocked.
"Oh I'm sorry famous-capital-man. How dare I not know how lucky I am to bask in your glory," I rolled my eyes at him.
"Ah that's- that's not what I mean... It's refreshing in a way. It's like with you my reputation doesn't precede me." His tone was open. Honest. He spoke slowly in his last words as if he was searching deep within that beautiful brain of his to pick the right words to say. I didn't respond. On one hand, I was very flattered to see him be so honest. On the other, that sentence was setting off a few more red flags in my mind. What could his reputation be that he finds it enlightening that I don't know who he is? Either way, I brushed off that idea. Finnick seemed like an honest man.
Now that we were alone with just the two of us it felt like his whole demeanor had changed. Inside the gates of the capital party, it felt like he was masking himself a little. It was like he was playing a character, a charming playboy who only had one goal but here, he was still charming but in a different way. His presence reminded me of sitting on the warm sand of a beach watching as the ocean waves crashed into the shore. It draws you in, gives you warmth, and is stunning to look at. I hadn't realized that I had been standing there in silence, lost in my own thoughts, for longer than was comfortable until he continued.
"I'm actually from District 4," He said with a soft smile, a little different from the smirk that usually rested on his face but a lot cuter.
"Really? District 4... So do you like fishing?" Dumb question. I felt the instant cringe rattle my bones after I let those words out. He didn't make a big deal out of it at all though. He laughed a little, "Yeah actually, I don't get around to doing it anymore but I was very good at fishing when I was younger. I'm quite talented with a net."
I feel like there's a joke I'm missing here. I didn't have much more time to psychoanalyze the man because soon enough, we made it to the lake. The moonlight reflected down upon the lake allowing for the beautiful ripples of the water to be seen. The moonlight also shined down on us, being the only source of light in the darkness of this twilight hour. I took a moment to bask in its tranquil beauty as I watched the fireflies dance through the tall grass like little stars that had just dropped down to earth.
"Here it is..." the words left his lips softly and I could feel his eyes staring at my face, trying to read my expression but I was too busy being astonished by the beauty of nature.
"I have lived here my whole life and I have never even heard of or seen this place before..."
He took my hand and led me down to a little clearing in the grass, right above the shore of the lake where we sat down and continued to look around. His head hung down and he looked at his lap, laughing a little before saying, "You must not get out much, huh? Why? I mean, you must have money, why don't you leave and have fun more often?"
"Eh it's not as simple as that, I just... I really can't stand the environment or the attitudes of the people in the capital. They can always find a way to dehumanize another person. After my father passed, my family lost a significant amount of our income and we practically became invisible to the others in the capital. When other people treat you as lesser than or inhuman and like they can do whatever they want to you it's disheartening. The shallowness of other people gets to me too. How am I ever supposed to make friends if they don't care to get to know me? My family just keeps getting hit with trouble after trouble I'm just... I don't know."
I felt a little pathetic rambling on to Finnick. I'm sure he wasn't ready for that kind of trauma dump. My fingers tangled with the hem of my dress and I looked down, examining how my nail polish had chipped at some point during the night. Finnick was silent for a moment. I started to feel even more embarrassed. I didn't need to give him that much information. I was about to open my mouth again to talk about something else but he beat me to it.
"Y/N... Honestly, I understand that on so many levels. Especially as a person who isn't from here but always has to be here for business, I understand fully what you mean but, not everyone is like that and in a way, you're sort of doing the same thing if you're generalizing other capital people like that too... Not to say that you're at fault or anything though but... think about it this way. The way they act is because they were raised that way, truly if you hadn't gone through what you went through you would end up the same way they are,"
His words made me flinch. The idea of being just as shallow as them scared me, deeply. He looked at me, laughed a little, and continued.
"I know I know... This is kind of a hard thing to say, I mean, it's easier to say than to do but, every barrier we cross is another lesson learned. The things we go through turn us into the people we are today and it's our job as people to be people, good people. There is a lot of bad in this world, the least we can do is try to make light with the small things we do. If you spend your whole life worrying too much about the things you can't change, you'll spend your life too stuck in the past and miserable. I was dealt a pretty shitty hand in life but I'm trying to make the best of what I was given and hey, my shitty ass circumstances led me here, with you right now and that seems pretty cool to me"
My heart skipped a beat and I moved my head up to look at Finnick. He was now laying on his back staring up at the sky, head turning to make eye contact with me. I swear this man had a way of reading just the deepest parts of my soul. Deep green eyes met my own and I saw a glimmer, a shine in his eyes that hadn't been there before. A warm smile tugged at the corners of my lips and we sat in silence for a moment, just staring deep into each other's eyes.
"I'd have to agree with you on that one Finnick..." I whispered. He chuckled then turned back to look at the sky.
"Y/N... come join me, the stars are beautiful tonight," He said and patted the ground next to him, ushering me closer. I followed and lay right beside him looking up at the twinkling stars. Normally you can never see the stars so clearly in the capital because of the amount of air and light pollution was so dense but right now, they were shining bright. Maybe things just looked brighter with Finnick next to me. I looked back at Finnick's face, he seemed lost in thought, staring up at the stars.
"Don't you see the starlight? Isn't it crazy to think about how something so far can still be seen be seen by us here? They shine so brightly so that they can bring joy to the rest of the universe. I want to make a change in the world that significant one day. Do something so great that it will bring great joy to everyone for years to come... like even when I die I will be happy knowing there will be happiness after me because of me... I don't know maybe I'm just unrealistically daydreaming right now," Finnick rambled on so confidently but pulled back on that last line. I turned onto my side to look at him, hand coming to stroke the side of his face.
"I- I think you can do it... you're meant for something greater than this Finnick I can feel it..." earnestly, I spoke. While I had just met the man I could just feel this energy radiating off of him. "Sorry if this is sort of sudden but, you have such a pull to you Finnick... You seem to make everything feel like magic when I'm around you. I'm so enchanted by the life you bring to the room and it's actually insane to me. I have been having a great time tonight and I know I wouldn't have had the tiniest bit of enjoyment if I didn't get to meet you tonight. Finnick, you shine brighter than the whole sky and I'm sure you'll make the whole world feel your warmth too."
Finnick didn't speak, maybe I word vomited a little there but I meant every word I said. I swear I could see tears welling up in his troubled eyes before he closed them hard and started to speak. "Truly... those are the kindest words anyone has ever said to me y/n. You don't have any idea how much your sincerity means to me. Thank you" He propped himself up on his elbow to turn to me too. I can't describe what took over me when he finally opened his eyes again. With piercing green eyes and just the hint of a smile on his handsome face, I subconsciously started to lean forward and to my surprise, he was mirroring my actions. It happened so fast, his warm lips were on mine and his free hand found its way to my cheek. The moment was magical, our lips moving in a rhythmic pattern. He pulled away slowly and looked deeply into my eyes while we took a moment to catch our breaths.
"Finnick..."
"Yeah?"
"I think I like you... a lot." My face grew more red with embarrassment while my eyes searched his face for a response. He smiled at me, lips slightly parted before he leaned back in, kissing me a little harsher, lips burning with passion. He lightly placed me on to my back and we continued to share this moment of innocent intimacy while he hovered over me. My fingers tangled in his soft, blond hair and his weight pressed against my body, one of his hands on my face, keeping me close to him, and the other propping himself up. I knew I had to stop myself before this went too far but I really didn't want to. I wanted this night, this moment, to go on forever. Unfortunately, that decision was made for me when he pulled away and looked down on me. The gold shark tooth necklace he was wearing dangled down in front of my face. He smiled again at me. "We should head back to the party now before it gets too late... It'll be more fun I promise," he leaned down to kiss my forehead then came back up, "They play faster-paced music at the end of the night because that's when all the old people go home. You know they might have a heart attack once the bass kicks in," We shared a laugh and he leaned closer to me again, he nuzzled his face into the nook of my neck and placed a soft kiss on my collarbone that sent shivers down my spine. Goosebumps pricked at my skin and his breath tickled as it brushed against my my ear before he whispered, "I like you too y/n... a lot."
I was a blushing mess at this point. He kissed my cheek before sitting back up. He hit me with that charming smile and I pathetically tried to cover my face with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and stopped me.
"No no none of that, I like seeing how flustered you are it's kind of funny."
"Oh boo you asshole," I joked, sitting up and playfully punching his arm. He laughed hard and stood up to his feet, extending his hand out to help me up. Taking his offer, he helped me onto my feet.
With arms linked, we walked away from the lakeside shore and back to the capital party. My eyes searched the room to see if my mom had noticed I left and from the looks of the third empty glass of liquor on the table she was at and the way her eyes were lit up while she continued to chat with the other women her age, she didn't notice a thing. Finnick's hand squeezed mine tightly and gave me a reassuring smile and we walked back onto the dance floor.
By the end of the night, I couldn't tell if it was the intoxicating spirit of Finnick or the amount of times I had spun around the dance floor but I was so dizzy. I could barely think straight but there was only one thing on my mind.
BOTH ARE FLUFFS and I'm working on the Finnick one first, almost done actually. IT WILL BE DROPPING TOMORROW!! I'm having a blast writing it so far.
The Corio one is going to be a lot different from the Tolerate It series, mostly because of the shift in power dynamic and it's so much lighter and playful
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You don't remember anything. You don't remember who you were. All you know is one person, Finnick Odair. You remember the Capitol showing photos of you two, photos of a wedding you two had, photos of him kissing you. But, there were also photos of him attempting to hurt you, to kill you. Why would he do that? You don't attempt to kill people you love, right? The doctor from the Capitol said that he was a killer. You couldn't believe it, how could you fall in love with a killer?
You wake up confused and angry in an unknown hospital. A new doctor is tending to you, she's young, no younger than fourteen. She told you her name, speaking in a voice so soft you could barely hear it. Prim. Such a beautiful name, why did that sound so familiar? You look around, this place was not your hospital room in the Capitol. Where were you?
Finnick rushed through the hallways in the hospital wing. You were here! The mission was successful and they've brought back the remaining victors from the Capitol underground to District Thirteen. He was worried sick about you. Every night that you've been away from his arms was another night he spent sleepless. His eyebags were a dark gray, and his face sunken. Katniss was concerned for his wellbeing, but he didn't care, he just wanted to know if you were alive. He saw your profile hung up by your door upon entering your room, your photo...what have they done to you? You don't look like yourself anymore. His anxiety spiked as he entered your hospital room, you were sleeping. "I had to sedate her, she became too aggressive" Prim said, holding a needle in her hands. You? Aggressive? "Prim, what did they do to her?" Finnick's voice becomes shaky, eyes filled with tears. What if the Capitol citizens used you like they used him? "I don't know, Finnick, but the Capitol did something to mess with her brain, she doesn't know who she is." Prim softly spoke.
Finnick had to step out of the room after Prim said those words. All your memories with each other, erased. He was devastated, and almost had to be sent to one of the hospital beds himself. Thankfully, Katniss saw him and helped him calm down.
It was midnight, Finnick couldn't sleep. You were so close but so far from him. He overheard Prim and Katniss earlier, saying that the sedation wore off and that you were awake again. He kicked his blanket off and walked to your hospital room. He still wanted to see you, he wanted to help you remember. Hell, he would even stay next to you until you regained all your memories, no matter how long it took. He caught a glimpse of you through the tiny window before entering your room. You were awake, sitting down and staring at the wall.
You flinch as you hear your door slam shut. Finnick entered your room and sat down next to you. You were scared. Do the doctors know that the person trying to kill you is in the same room as you right now? Your hands shake as he smiles at you, was this the last thing you were gonna see before you die?
You were weak, but somehow, you had enough strength to stand up. Finnick stood up as well, and stalked closer. He called your name out, and you screamed before your impulses took over, grabbing a metal tray from your table and hitting him over his head. He fell down, blood dripping from his hairline. He called your name out again, and again, sounding like a chant. He was taunting you. Every time he would call out your name you would hit him again, each time harder than the last. Your breathing became erratic, tears flow down your cheeks, his blood staining your gown. It was too much. The world began to spin, and the last thing you see before collapsing was a girl with long, brown hair and Prim standing over you.
Finnick woke up with a headache. He touched the crown of his head and felt multiple bandages wrapped around it. As he begins to wake up, he remembers how you hurt him. How you hit him harder every time he pleaded your name. You would never do that to someone, even in the Games you used non-violent tactics to win. His head perks up as he hears someone enter the room. "She's been hijacked," Plutarch states, "I'm guessing the Captiol rewired her brain to attack you. I'm sorry, Finnick, I know you loved her." Finnick wanted to speak, but his head hurt so much he couldn't. You were just an empty shell.
A couple of days pass, Finnick still gets headaches from time to time, but he takes morphling to numb the pain. He decides to visit you again. He knew this time you would actually murder him, but he's willing to risk it. He eavesdrops from the other patients in the hospital wing; you were transferred to a more socially isolated room. That broke his heart. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault at all. You loved talking to other people, you wanted to know their stories. That's how you two got close in the first place. You were the first tribute to ever ask him to tell you the stories about his Game. It brought back haunting memories for Finnick, yes, but you truly wanted to listen to him, and he could sense that. So he did. He opened up to you, you were the only person that knew what the Capitol citizens did to him after his Game.
He roamed around the hallways of the hospital wing, and stumbled upon the isolation rooms. There, he saw you. You were inside a padded room, soundproof, with a window close to the door. Your hospital gown discarded, now in place a white jumpsuit. On top of that, you were restrained to the bed. As Finnick saw you violently thrash against your restraints, he wanted to take revenge to the people who did this to you. He wanted to take revenge on the Capitol.
Even though Finnick was still recovering, he chose to volunteer for Katniss's squadron. He put on his tactile gear before boarding the plane to the Capitol. As the plane landed and the squadron began making base, Finnick only thought of you. Alongside his weapons, he brought a photo of you two, from your wedding. He caressed the photo, your smile outshining the sun, eyes twinkling like the starry night. You are the only person keeping him afloat in this world. He smiled. When the rebellion ends, and Panem is free, you two would finally have the future that you've always talked about. Living a quiet life, away from the pesky Capitol citizens who invade Finnick's privacy every chance that they get, away from him being pulled every year to mentor children in a death game they have no chance of winning, finally being able to have children without the fear of them being Reaped. But, with your mental state, would you two ever get that future? Finnick stays optimistic, as it was recently reported by President Coin that Peeta, who had been hijacked alongside you, has been making progress, and became aware that he was hijacked by the Capitol. He's been remembering bits and pieces, and Finnick hopes you're remembering as well.
The sewer was damp, sticky, and smelled disgusting. Finnick had been watching over Peeta, noticing how he's slowly becoming accustomed to Katniss again. Finnick hoped you were progressing the same back in District Thirteen. He hears growling a distance away. His eyes widen as he sees the creatures. They look unnatural and uncanny. He quickly wakes up the rest of the squadron and they all run the opposite direction.
The sewers were like a maze, they were all struggling to outrun the mutts. They were terrifying creatures made to kill. He can't help but think earlier, when Katniss compared Peeta to a mutt, and wondered if the rest of the squadron thought the same way about you. Why wouldn't they? Katniss and Prim both saw the way you attacked him. It was obvious you weren't the same person anymore.
The squadron finds themselves in an aqueduct, all falling into the water. Katniss fires her arrows, as Finnick stabs the mutts with his trident. When Katniss and Finnick climb up the ladder, Finnick slips off one of the steps, and falls in.
He screams for help, for mercy. This was it. He feels the mutts' teeth sink into him, and he cries out. His last thoughts; you. How he was never going to see you again, how, now, your perception of him was someone he wasn't.
Finnick's life flashes before his eyes. He has memories from when he was born, his parents, fishing as a child, getting Reaped for the Hunger Games, his victory, what the Capitol did to him afterwards, meeting you, mentoring you, how he was the first person you went to when you won your Game, getting married to each other. He started getting glimpses of his future, the future that no longer was possible now. He sees two kids, a boy and a girl, playing catch with you two. He sees you, aged, you look as beautiful as ever with smile lines and wrinkles adorning your face. He gets one last flash-forward where you two are in bed, old and pruny, holding each other as you both prepare to go into the next life.
