FINNICK ODAIR, DISTRICT 4, WINNER OF THE SIXTY-FITH HUNGER GAMES

[...] but it was too late. He was already a good fighter with the spears and knives he had found in the Cornucopia. When he received a silver parachute with a trident—which may be the most expensive gift I've ever seen given in the arena—it was all over. District 4's industry is fishing. He'd been on boats his whole life. The trident was a natural, deadly extension of his arm. He wove a net out of some kind of vine he found, used it to entangle his opponents so he could spear them with the trident, and within a matter of days the crown was his.

When I say I love Finnick Odair, know I’m not talking about sexy, sugar-cube eating, Finnick Odair. I am talking about the unstable, knot-tying, running through District 13 pant-less, in love with a poor mad girl back home, FINNICK ODAIR.

Annie Cresta

guys who kneel down when talking to kids<3

The ending they deserved :(

bait / hook / line / sinker

music to my ears | finnick o’dair ♆

cw ; smut, with a hint of sadness at the start

note ; annie doesn’t exsist in this & you are saying what katniss said in the beginning instead of her saying it ( i’m sry if it’s confusing )

the cannon goes off 3 times. finnick snickers, “well i guess we’re not holding hands anymore.” you snap, “you think that’s funny?” he responds without a care, “every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. i dont care about any of them.” you cock an eyebrow, “good to hear.” you know finnick could care less about you, he only cares about mags and winning because he doesn’t want to be in this arena again, who does? you pick up your sword and start to walk to the beach to find something to eat.

you yell for finnick to come here, and he does, shockingly. he groans and says, “are you dying?” and you respond with annoyance, “no, i’m not. sadly.” he starts to walk away as you throw a pebble at him, “i got us food, come eat.” he sluggishly walks back over and sits down with his knees to his chest seeing that you got fish and oysters. you hand him one of each. he takes it thanking you. “y’know i could’ve gotten food..” you sigh, “it’s fine i needed something to do anyways. i’m bored out of my mind.” he laughs with sarcasm, “how could you be bored? you’re having so much fun aren’t you? fighting for your life for a second time?” you chuckle back and shake your head, “i’m living the dream.”

he smiles and eats the food you have presented him with. he questions, “why are you always so.. i don’t know uhm- what’s the word for it..” you respond, “rude? cocky? abrasive?” he shakes his head with concern, “no.. not at all. i was going to say benevolent.. thoughtful and considerate.” you blink a few times quickly looking at him like he’s insane. “what?” you’re flabbergasted at his kind words. “you’re always so nice to me, like getting me food when i’m kind of the opposite towards you. and i’m sorry for that..” he has a heart? finnick o’dair has a heart? especially towards you? “i didn’t know you thought about me like that, thank you finnick, that’s very kind of you.” you smile, fiddling with the necklace tightly tucked into your wetsuit.

he questions, “what is that?” you reply, “it’s a necklace my father gave me, before he had passed. it’s a picture of him and i. if i ever lost it i don’t know what i would do.” you open the circle shaped locket and show finnick. “that’s sweet, i’m sorry for your loss.” a calloused yet gentle hand is on your shoulder with a thumb moving back and forth to soothe it. “thank you.. he’s the reason why i volunteered, why i’m still pushing through.” a tear wells up in your eye eventually rolling down your cheek. he stays silent as his hand is now missing from your shoulder. he does care about you, he just doesn’t know how to show it. he doesn’t know who he can trust either.

time passes and dusk arrives. the crew, you, finnick, johanna, peeta, mags, and katniss are all exhausted from today. ranging from the monkeys, the fog, the blood rain, and the cornucopia spinning around as you hung on for dear life, you all need rest, but you can’t risk all sleeping at once, so you take shifts. the first to take shift is johanna. she keeps guard of everyone and their supplies with an axe in her hand. next up on the list is you. you absolutely do not want to keep guard, but you have no choice, and finnick notices this. his hand goes for your wrist as you groggily stand up and rub your eyes. “i can cover for you, it’s alright.” you look at him with protesting eyes, “no finnick, you need rest.” “and so do you, you’ve barely been sleeping.” he bickers back. you tug your hand away from his grip and take hold of your sword and you push him back so he’s back to sitting down.

he scoffs at this and grabs his trident and gives it a quick spin before pulling you close by the waist, “i swear if you don’t sit down.” you giggle while bolting to the water throwing down your sword. he follows by throwing his trident and diving in after you. he asks, “a few minutes ago you were “sooooo tired” but now you’re full of energy? where is this coming from?” he laughs with the moonlight reflecting onto him, making his skin glow. you take his perfection in for once and realize how beautiful he is. from his toned arms to his captivating smile. how could you ever hate him? you don’t know how it was even possible. at this point he’s snapping in your face, “hellooooooo? are you there?” you snap back into reality and shake your head, “sorry, i zoned out.” “yeah right on my lips.” he says furrowing his eyebrows with a smirk. you protest, “no, what are you talking about?” you smile looking into the water with a shade of rose coloring your cheeks.

his pointer finger and thumb hook onto your chin, “i’m not dumb i hope you know that.” you can’t look away now and you feel the heat growing on your face. “maybe i was looking, who knows?” you smirk knowing what you’re getting yourself into. he grins, “i know. i know what you’re thinking and i know how you feel.” he scoops you up into his arms and you squeal as the your wet hair sticks to your neck and some spots on your face as he walks out of the water with you. he places you down gently into the sand and he sits down with his back pressed up against a tree as he pats his damp thigh signaling for you to come sit down. you nervously straddle him and he holds your hips firmly in place and his lips move towards your ear, “this is what you wanted right? for me to fuck you? for me to put you in your place?” his whisper sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps up your arms. his hands move up and down your sides slowly as his kisses go up and down your neck. you use his hair to direct his lips to yours and the first kiss from him is absolute heaven. your tongue creeps it’s way into his mouth and you both moan at the sweet sensation.

you feel the tent in his tight outfit growing and pushing up against your sensitive cunt. you move upwards at the electric feeling and he pulls you right back down and you whimper at this. his grip tightens on your hips at your sounds, “the way you whimper and moan is music to my ears.” you love the way he dirty talks to you, the way he praises you. but you want even more. “finnick.. please.” “please what? what do you want hm?” you moan out, “to touch me. please.” his hands wander your body, “but where hun? where do you want me to touch you? here?” a finger glides over your bud and you lightly shake at his sensitive yet powerful touch. you nod profusely when he circles your clothed cunt. his hand reaches for your back searching for the zipper of your outfit. he finds it and yanks it downwards like there’s no tomorrow.

you’re now all on display for him. your chest out and all. a hand glides over each of your breasts and he massages them gently. you moan out, “oh god- finnick you -fuck..- know how to make me feel so good.” his smirk grows larger at your words. but just a few seconds later, he stops. you look at him with lust in your eyes, begging him to continue. he then slowly removes his outfit, now putting his perfect body on display. before you know it he’s lining himself up with your entrance. you slowly sink down onto him and you screw your eyes shut in pure pleasure. finnicks head dips back as you take him in. “oh- god.. you’re so - mfgh - tight..” his hands have a tight grip on your waist as your bouncing up and down on him. your walls engulf his thick length, just perfectly. “it’s like your pussy was made for my cock. i fill you up so perfectly don’t i?” he’s whispering this right into your ear and your head falls onto his shoulder and you moan into his ear, “yes.. i need more finnick.. please.” his tongue pokes at his cheek, “greedy girls don’t get what they want, and you want this right?” his hand has a tight grip on your jaw forcing you to look at him. “yes please. i need you so bad.”

the only sounds filling your ears is the salty waves crashing on the shore, your skin slapping against his, and his occasional moans and grunts. “you take me so well, you’re such a good girl.” the feeling in your stomach is growing bigger and bigger by the second from his praises and him hitting your sweet spot over and over. “m’ so close finnick.. please don’t stop.” his hand moves down to your bud and rubs it in circles that drive you insane. at the sensation of his touch, you hit your peak and finally orgasm. your pace slows down as this happens, because if you went any faster you would be crazy overstimulated. with a few more thrusts, he’s coating your walls and moaning, “ah- fuck! -oh my god.” he eventually slows down too and you slowly pull off of him. he’s giving you the sweetest kisses while stroking your hair and holding you close. “m’ so proud of you.. you did so good.” you hold him tight and your fingers run through his sweat dampened hair. “thank you, you did good too finnick.” you smile at him knowing this wont be the last time you do this.

I love this part in Catching fire, it had to be drawn!

I'm rereading The Hunger Games rn and i read that scene in the second book where Finnick tells Katniss to scare Peeta with their cream and i was like huh that's a pretty weird scene right it doesn't really fit the tone of the Hunger Games. But then i finished the book and after reading how Finnick was crying about Peeta it just hit me, like.

Finnick had to give up his entire childhood due to the games. As being the youngest victor at 14 he was obviously traumatized for life. And then a few years later he has to sell his body to the Capital. And then he gets in the 75th HG and he sees these two kids, man. These two 17 year olds fresh off the 74th game. So of COURSE he helps Haymitch so he could form an alliance with these kids because these are kids around the same age he had to sell himself to survive. And of COURSE he sticks with them. We even see him and Johanna try to talk to them after the "If it werent for the baby" statement before the peacekeepers held them back. The first time he sees Katniss he immediatly acts all sarcastic and jokey with her.

They're on the beach just him and these kids and they're so scared and traumatized so he acts all goofy and silly so they can atleast laugh a little bit even if there's danger up ahead.

We see Katniss on that beach acting like a child again for a few minutes even if most of her life she had to be the adult. We just see something that a normal 17 year old would do.

And he promises himself to protect them but he couldn't protect Peeta and he's so sorry and he feels so guilty because he couldn't prevent his fate :(

I know it's like obvious but man it hit me so hard 😭

Katniss Everdeen is such a well - written character, like it's actually perfection. And she is literally the epitome of the teenage girl experience, why?. Because she's so clueless about her own abilities, and I'm not talking about like bow and arrow or singing.

Both Gale and Peeta throughout the series mentioned to her that she has no clue "the effect she has on people" which is 100% correct. She doesn't. In catching fire when Finnick and the other tributes were risking their lives for Peeta and herself, she immediately assumed that it was Peeta, that Peeta was the person their willing to give up their lives for, believing that he's what the rebellion needs. Don't get me wrong, that was somewhat true and he is extremely, almost unbelievably likeable. But it's the fact that after all that's happened, people seeing her actions as defiance against the capitol, being the "girl on fire", it never crossed her mind once that she's probably the one they want to keep on their side.

A matter a fact. I personally believe that it's not until, Mockingjay, when she realizes Coin might want her dead once all the districts are united. When Boggs admits that Coin feels threatened by her, because she has influence. Only then do i believe that Katniss Everdeen started to recognize her power, her position, and the effect that she does indeed have on people.

THG + once again, random shit I found on Pinterest

(+ my own post bc I made it w finnick in mind and I do what I want🤩)

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*all creds to the og posters of the text!!!!

Me fighting the most diabolical, heinous, toe-curling, back arching, leg twitching urge to scream when my favourite male is on screen:

u know that parent with their baby at the beach meme (i think one of them is chris hemsworth?) that’s grandma mags/auntie annie swaddling finnick’s kid in a towel and kissing their forehead and then pan over to auntie johanna swinging finnick’s other kid around like an axe by the leg

my god you’re so right

annie is the sweetest of them all. she keeps little odair swaddled in blankets from her own childhood, cleaned in the ocean multiple times before giving it to finnick. she knows exactly how to tuck the pieces, encouraged by mags, and she holds the baby so delicately in all the right places.

mags, a little more weathered from old age, seems slightly more careless. but she isn’t, she’s just more experienced. she holds baby odair in some positions that look unfortunate, like draping the baby along her forearm with their stomach resting against her skin, but baby odair knocks out and instantly squashes any concerns finnick might have had.

and then johanna … god finnick barely trusts johanna at all. he doesn’t let johanna hold baby odair with an adult odair supervising until the kid is at least 15 months, able to hold their own head up and finally getting the hang of walking. and if baby odair wasn’t giggling and smiling in a way that looked so similar to their dad, then finnick would probably pass out looking at the way johanna is holding them. one hand wrapped around the foot, the other dangling loosely in the air, just like his kid is. it’s dangerous, finnick doesn’t have to be told that it’s dangerous, but johanna quickly flips the kid right side up and then the laughter that finnick hears calms his heart.

he's so ugh he's so jsjnfjfjsjdjjd i cant even explain it. look at him—

Post-revolution Annie just posts random videos of Finnick and their son on the internet and they always go viral because people have only ever seen Finnick as playboy extraordinare and now they see Finnick being a dumbass father who's trying his best and it's very endearing and 90% of the time the camera pans out to an unimpressed Johanna or Katniss and it's great

annie is so interesting to me the way she's introduced to both the audience and katniss as an insane girl who needs constant care and is too far gone to be in the arena

that perspective is based on seeing her reliving her worst experience, seeing the love of her life get reaped again and then being reaped herself again

and how other victors see her, again at her worst. they view her as a stereotype of a mentally ill person, a babbling mess who needs coddling

but then katniss meets her and is taken aback by how normal she is, how really similar she is to katniss herself. she holds conversations, is conscious of her place and herself.

she has moment where she's clearly having a flashback or dissociating but thats very standard for victors she's just not as good as masking it or pushing it down as the others

her trauma is very visible and even other victors judge her for it but she's just dealing with it the same as them

and katniss never judges someone for something others see them as weak for, she befriends annie and doesn't see her as less for her outward struggle

it's such a nuisance's representation of a mentally ill person and is a great example how of society views people with outward facing symptoms