promise to salivation.

pairings.finnick odair x fem!reader

about.finnick has been saving you ever since you’ve known him, but he can’t help you this time.

warnings. murder, does not follow original plot, foul language?

ricky rocks. this is kind of an L fic because it’s short, but i missed writing for bae.

“you were always the best. killing your brother like that on screen with no hesitation… indeed a performance, one of the best ever seen,” snow sat across from you, his voice calm and precise full of awe. “beautiful.”

he looked off, as if reminiscing about you on screen with blood coating your face and soaking your clothes from days on days of barbarism.

you clenched your jaw, pressing the tip of your tongue into the inside of your cheek as he spoke. your eyes meet the gravel ground of the greenhouse, thinking back to the hot nights and days that were filled with fear and no thoughts but to survive and kill.

your brother kept you safe for as long as he could, that was a mistake. you wish he would have ditched you, to fend for yourself, but he stuck by your side like a leech, ultimately leading to his death.

him or you, and he wanted it to be you.

“i always thought you were so brilliant, even at such a young age,” you were twelve, he was seventeen. you were too young, you had life left to live, therefore you did not deserve to die. “and you grew up… wonderfully.”

“stop,” you shook your head, shook the memories and red images from your mind, “stop talking.”

he did. he leaned back, watching you think. watching you struggle within your own head to come back to reality, to find yourself again. he found it amusing, watching your skin crawl from where you sat.

“he’d be so proud of you, rafe,” he smiled at the visible sudden stiffness in your body. “everything you’ve came to be.”

“don’t say say his name,” you shoved yourself up, hauling towards his seat. “you do not get to say his name.”

he shifts and you swear you see a look of uncomfortableness strike his eyes, looking you up and down, observing the anger that radiated off your skin. you wanted to kill him, you wanted him to feel pain.

“he is dead because of you. you don’t get to say his name when you don’t know what he went through, what i went through,” you were leaned over him, clenching your fists, clenching around a blade.

you wanted to kill him. you were going to kill him.

you pulled the silver knife from your sleeve, pushing it to his throat, “i want you to feel it.”

he smiled beneath the pain, his fine white teeth staining with red as blood seeped up from his throat, looking up to you, daring, not believing that you’d do it, “oh, y/n, if you couldn’t do it then, you can’t do it now.”

“watch me.”

**

he knew.

you didn’t know how but it seemed the moment you walked out of that greenhouse, his eyes were on you and he was tracking you down as you tried your best to get away from the scene, unnoticed—which didn’t work out.

“what’d he say to you?”

“does it matter?”

his body was practically shoved against yours as you tried your best to keep walking, hopefully toward an exit. but he was making it difficult, he always did, but you couldn’t blame him; you were a walking hazard when mad, especially now after the rebellion had fully absorbed panem.

everything was off and the sudden break from routine and fear of the capitol eyes watching you; it was weird and you couldn’t help but be weary of something bad happening.

“no,” he mumbled, grabbing onto your forearm to slow you and pull you away from other onlooking eyes, “but i would like to know what led to you having blood on your hand.”

you clenched your jaw hard as he now had your hand pulled up, showing the crimson colored liquid staining your hand. an aching feeling overcoming every part of your body as the look on finnick’s face begun to get to you, “don’t.”

“don’t what?” his voice was low, his eyes beginning to haunt you with a look asking you something that he wasn’t going to speak aloud; what have you done?

he couldn’t protect you from this. what you had just done, was not something to come back from. he couldn’t understand why. all you had to do was wait, just wait and the whole situation would have taken care of itself.

“he was going to die anyways,” you pulled your wrist from his grip, continuing to walk away, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

“it wasn’t your job to do it,” but of course, he strides after you. “it was planned, y/n, coin is not going to-”

“let me have this, finnick,” you turned fast to face him with anger still built up and ready to spill, “the only thing they’re going to be mad about is the fact that they didn’t get a show like they’re always fucking given. including coin.”

“she’ll have your head.”

“she’ll stay away from me. coin is just as bad as snow, and you know it.”

he stayed silent, his eyes wandering from your face as he thought. you were right. the bombing at the capitol gates single handedly showed that coin was as power hungry as snow and it didn’t matter if it costed lives.

“i can’t save you from this.”

“i don’t need you to saveme, finnick.”

lie. you both knew it.

since the day you met finnick he had been saving your ass, even if you didn’t need it.

many times from snow trying to profit off your body, many times in the eyes of aggressive capitol people and lurking faces, many times within the arena, and during the rebellion.

he kept watchful eyes on you ever since your youthful face replaced his prideful accomplishment of youngest winning victor of the hunger games.

“look, even if snow’s life ended the same, his killing was meant for a crowd,” his voice was a whisper as he pushed you slowly inside and against a wall. “it was going to be coin’s big introduction with katniss doing what she does best. you took that away, if she is anything like snow, you know that won’t go unpunished.”

“what’re you trying to say?”

“you need to leave.”

“then let go.”

he internally winced, wishing he could do more for you other than amp up your fight or flight reflexes. he didn’t want to leave you hanging, leave you to their jaws.

“finn,” you yanked at his sleeve lightly, “you need to let me go.”

his body hovered over you, seeming so out of it—drunk. his aroma was throwing you off, you just had to get away, because if you didn’t now, you probably wouldn’t anytime soon.

“promise me something then.”

you exhaled, blinking up through your lashes, “what?”

“live long enough to let me save you at least one more time?”

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@transias@cc13723things@thehuntress09@demigirl-with-problems

I think I Wanna Marry You…

One shot #55

Summary: the Quarter Quell takes a toll on everyone, but especially on lovers…

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader  (the reader is referred to as female for the purpose of sticking with the themes but it is not concretely finnick x female!reader)

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, reader throws a vase so I guess violence

Finnick it’s about to start!” You shout from the sitting room anxiously, watching the symbol of the Capitol float on the screen, hugging a pillow to your chest tightly.

Ever since the fateful year his name was called on that stage, your stomach carried a knot the size of your head whenever you heard the Panem anthem, especially when the time came for the annual hellfest. Yours had once been called too, you were the victor of the games directly following Finnicks. the two of you had met in victors village and fallen in love, though no one really knew about it.

“Did I miss anything yet?” He asks, sitting down next to you and pulling you in towards him. You snuggle up to him, holding onto him for dear life. 

“Nothing yet. The reaping hasn’t started yet.” You murmur, biting at your lip. He tugs at your chin gently, pulling it up to look at him.

“Hey. It will be ok. I promise. We’ve both been called already, we’ve both been through this. They can’t do it to us again, ok?” He assures you.

“Finnick we agreed not to lie to each other. We both know that Snow never keeps a promise. Nothing is set in stone with him.” You sigh, a stray tear rolling down your face. 

“I know… I just can’t stand to see you upset.” He sighs, rubbing it away with his thumb. 

You nuzzle up close as possible to him in response, watching as president Snow starts his yearly speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of The Hunger Games and it was written in the charter of The Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against The Capitol.” Snow begins, addressing the nation with a voice meant to invoke a fear like no other.

“Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance. And now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the 3rd Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of The Capitol.” Both you and Finnick hold each other even tighter at the thinly veiled threat, staring at the screen, unable to look away.

“On this, the 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female Tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district.” He finally announces and you let out a loud cry, burying yourself in Finnick’s arms as he stares onward, completely taken aback by the words coming out of the snakes mouth.

Your staggered sobs continue as Snow’s voice does too. “Victors shall present themselves on Reaping Day-regardless of age, state of health or situation.” He says and both you and Finnick know that at least one of those things was an attack on at least two other past victors from district 4.

“No… no no no no NO!” You sob. “He can’t do this to us again! he can’t!” You murmur, throwing a vase off the coffee table and at the nearest wall.

Finnick holds you tighter, saying nothing at all, clearly in shock. 

“I-I can’t do it… I can’t do it again, I can’t do it if you’re there, I can’t fight these people or kill anyone again.” You cry, your lip trembling in a mix of anger and fear.

“I know. Me neither. But we will find a way! We will get through this somehow, I know it baby.” He says into your hair, stroking it soothingly. 

You knew he was hopeful for the uprising coming, you were too but there was no way it would come soon enough to save you from the arena. They were still preparing, no one was going to be ready to protect the victors and risk coming out of the shadows so soon. If they did, it would be an instant death sentence. No, you knew that at least one of you, if not both of you were fated to die in that arena this time around.

“Hey, hey, don’t go thinking about it too hard alright sweetheart? We’ll be ok, there’s still 2 other female victors from our district, you aren’t the only one.” He promises with a forced smile.

“But you are.” You whimper sadly, looking into his eyes with your glassy sad ones.

“And I will do whatever it takes to get out of there and back to you. But you have to trust me right? We both have to believe it. We will both be safe my love, no matter what, I promise.” He says soothingly, placing a delicate lasting kiss on your forehead as you nod quietly with a sigh.

“Finnick, I can’t bear the idea of going in there and killing our friends. We’ve known these people for years, they’ve lived through the absolutely traumatic games just like we have. Why is he doing this?” You ask quietly, playing with his fingers.

“Because he’s a snake. Because he’s scared and wants to gain control on the rebellion but doesn’t know how. Because he’s pure evil.” Finnick answers bitterly, staring at the Capitol symbol in spite.

The two of you lay curled up with each other quietly for a while, taking in the horror show that was just unleashed on you.

“Let’s get married. It doesn’t have to be anything public, just for us. I just want to be us, you and me forever. No games, no death, no destruction, no public stunt. Just concrete love between two people. Between us.” Finnick says suddenly, holding your hands in his own carefully.

You giggle in disbelief, glancing up to see his expression, only to find he is dead serious. 

“You’re serious? Not public, not a play for the games… just us?” You say hopefully and he nods with a smile, beaming at your soft voice. “Ok, let’s do it. Let’s get married. Before the reaping, before anymore of this chaos.” You agree, giggling louder as he grins in the small victory, pulling you tightly to him and hugging you tightly from behind.

“Right now?” You ask, grinning gleefully at him as he nods, the smile on his own face growing.

“And when we both survive this, because we will, we’ll have such a fabulous party even the Capitol will be jealous. We deserve it honey.” He promises, kissing your knuckle.

You both get up, going into his room to change. You kept most of your clothes there, rarely spending time in your own house other than to check in on your family.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. Does this make us crazy?” You ask, still smiling.

“Maybe, but there’s no shame in that.” He says and you can hear the smirk in his voice as you pull on your finest clothes. Both of you had fairly rich looking clothes, mostly meant for public appearances. Heaven forbid you ever leave a hair out of place in the eye of Panem.

Once you’re both changed, the two of you go together hand in hand to the center of the district, quickly finding someone you trusted and knew was an officiant. Weddings weren’t uncommon in the District but still, on a day such as this, every district was clouded with a certain bleakness. This made it shocking to your friend when you had told him you intended to celebrate your love for each other in the face of such imminent danger. Still, he agreed and walked with you down by the water, where the two of you were joined in marriage.

There was no other people around really and it wasn’t the warmest of days but neither of you would’ve had it any other way than being with the person you most loved in the place you both so loved, feet wading in the water as you shared your first kiss as a married couple.

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Reaping day…

The love celebrations had ensued for a few days but as reaping day approached, your glee slowly faded into fear and anxiety. Finally it was there and you couldn’t help but be relieved it was finally going to be over with, despite knowing it was only the beginning.

Your districts name puller was much less flamboyant than some such as Effie Trinket, often opting to wear minimal makeup though it was still bright. She also chose to wear more muted, pastel colours. The one similarity was the ridiculous wig resting on her head, a vibrant shade of blue, probably to represent the water for District 4. 

‘How clever’ you thought to yourself sarcastically, more bitter now than you had been when the announcement was first made.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of District 4 it is my great pleasure to choose your tributes for this years very special Hunger Games.” She announces in her own over the top Capitol accent. 

“We will start with the gentlemen.” She states and really you’re more surprised than anything else.

You watch her anticlimactic pull from the bowl, watching the single slip that would ruin your life for good get plucked up and read out loud.

“Finnick Odair.” It reads, as expected but that doesn’t stop tears from streaming down your cheeks, watching sadly as he walks up to the stage, calm and masked as possible, avoiding your eyes.

You had both decided it would be best to act more stoic and not give the cameras the satisfaction of seeing you get emotional over each other. You refused to truly give into their hunger for a romance to shake things up, opting to be less entertainment skits for them and more for each other.

“And now for the ladies, how exciting!!” The chirpy woman trills and you have to disagree.

“Annie Cresta!” She announces and you turn a sympathetic glance to the redhead next to you. She has clear tears in her eyes as she starts to messily cry, making her way to the stage. You want so badly to volunteer, to stop her flow of tears and save the poor mad girl from the cruel fate awaiting her but you had promised Finnick if your name wasn’t called, you wouldn’t do anything selfless. And the two of you never broke your promises.

Still, Annie was a sweet girl, you knew this. The games had messed up her head more than they had anyone else’s. Her name even being in the draw at all hardly seemed fair but neither did anything the Capitol did. 

Annie begrudgingly climbed the stairs to stand beside Finnick but then came along Mags, who was almost too selfless for her own good. She quickly volunteered for the girl, who fell into a heap of sobs of gratitude, tightly hugging the older woman with affection. Mags’ smile alone made you want to volunteer on the spot but you resisted that urge.

The woman on the stage announced the volunteer and you tuned out the rest of her speech, choosing to instead stare down Finnick with love eyes until she finished. She asked for applause but to District 4′s credit, not one citizen clapped even a little. The bright woman awkwardly moved on.

You waited until the square was starting to clear a bit to fully make your way to the visitors station to say goodbye but you gasped in surprise to see Finnick with a slightly busted lip and being dragged to the train.

“Stop! Let me go, I get a goodbye for godsake!” He shouts, trying to fight out of the Peacekeeper grip but they keep pulling, unphased by his argument. When he finally catches your shocked eyes in the crowd, he fights even harder, even more desperately.

“I LOVE YOU! I WILL WIN THIS FOR YOU Y/N!” He shouts, desperately needing you to hear. You nod franticly to prove you do and he shouts a goodbye your way, followed by another I love you as he’s thrown onto the train along with Mags and the chipper Capitol announcer.

“I love you too… Goodbye Finnick.” You whisper as the train rapidly pulls away, your eyes welling with tears as it takes away your favorite person, not knowing whether it would dare to bring him back again.

Hey guys! I’m gonna start writing actual fanfic soon(note it’s gonna be really crappy probs) but I wanted to know what you guys wanted to see me do? If you have any prompts, story ideas, characters, fandoms, pairings, sortings, or anything else you want me to do just send me an ask please! I would be more than happy to have a few people give me a push in the right direction.

Here are some fandoms I’ll be posted about. I’ll post characters next.

Fandoms:

Freaks and Geeks

Hunger Games

The Maze Runner

Harry Potter

The Fault in our Stars

Divergent

Teen Wolf

Criminal Minds

Hamilton

Wicked

5sos

And Glee

Are You Coming To The Tree?

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x reader

Request: I had some anxious Peeta in mind, where he is scared of losing you the second time you two have to go into the hunger games, so he constantly buries his head into your neck, touches your hand, and just wants to be with you the whole time? @starshippermoon

Tagging:@bitchwhytho@music-of-melody@shadowhuntyi@avada-kedavra-bitch-187

You know what’s coming before the peacekeepers are at the door. It’s just been announced that the Quarter Quell requires the victors to go into the arena once more, and while Peeta stands a chance to stay out of the arena with Haymitch as the other male victor of District 12, you know you’re not as lucky.

“You have a chance,” he says but what chance is that? President Snow allowed for you to move to District 12 as a favor to the people of Panem. They were all too engrossed with the star-crossed lovers that had met last year when Peeta and Katniss joined the games. You and Peeta had met with him being a tribute and you being a mentor, and the rest was history. They came out victoriously when it was announced that a District could win together, and you were allowed to leave your home in District 4 to be with Peeta and to keep the people of Panem happy, but now you would have to go back.

“Peeta, I can’t let Annie go into that arena again. And I’m definitely not about to let Mags go in. It’ll be me and Finnick, you know this.” He knows it. But it’s human to want to protect the people you love. And that’s the very reason you rush over to Haymitch’s house.

“If Peeta is picked—”

“I’ll volunteer. No worries, pumpkin.” You’re well aware that you’re asking him to volunteer himself to be killed but what can you do? Peeta can’t die.

“Thank you.” On your way out, you spot Gale on the steps to Katniss’ house. Once again, the girl he loves will be entering the arena and this time, she might not make it out alive. For a horrible second, you realize that you could be the reason for that, but you hope someone else will take care of that for you. In the distance, you see the peacekeepers meant to take you to the train station. Much too fast you’re back in District 4 and when Mags is chosen, you volunteer as tribute. You see the relief in Finnick’s eyes when he realizes that he won’t have to watch the love of his life be slaughtered, and the pity when he realizes that you just might.

“We’ll make him pay for this.” You want to tell Finnick that it’s cruel to make promises that you can’t keep but instead, you simply nod. You don’t doubt that Snow did this to send a message that no one is safe from the Hunger Games but it doesn’t matter. You still find yourself in the arena while Snow is sitting comfortably in his mansion. You still struggle to keep Peeta alive for even the first five hours while everyone starts killing while Snow gets to tuck his granddaughter into bed once the festivities are finished in the Capitol. You don’t care about making him pay, you care about the boy sitting right next to you, clasping your hand with his as you run away from all the horrible things happening behind you.

“We have to keep moving,” he says, pulling you with him but moving is pointless without water. You need to find water first but you don’t have the heart to tell him that. So, you keep moving and Katniss takes the rear end with her bow and arrows. Finnick eventually finds you too, and you’re so relieved to see him alive that you instantly pull him in for a hug.

“Hey,” he says, hugging you tightly. So many unsaid things are said between the two of you through the hug, but you both keep quiet as you return to Peeta’s side. You and Finnick said your goodbyes on the train, and you won’t open up that box now. Peeta lives. That’s the agreement and no one questions it.

“We need water,” Katniss says, and you agree. Once again, Peeta’s hand finds yours in an act of comfort, you’re too weak to resist. At nighttime, your thoughts are consumed by your need for water and when you see the sponsor gift float through the sky, you might actually weep from pure joy. You recognize the tap immediately and get a hole ready in a tree.

“Here,” you whisper, letting the others drink first. Relief floods your entire body as the lukewarm water fills your mouth. That night Finnick takes the first watch, and Peeta and you snuggle up under the cover of a low tree. You’re both sweating as the tropical night increases the humidity in the air, but neither of you is willing to let go of the other. A pattern that repeats itself over the next few days as the group grows with Johanna, Beetee, and Wiress. You always find a way to touch each other, and you find that you don’t mind showing affection in front of the others as much as you thought you would. The need increases even more after the Jabberjays. You run into the forest after Finnick and Katniss, only to find yourself trapped in there for what feels like an eternity. Haymitch’s screams fill your head despite your attempt to keep the sound out by covering your ears.

“Y/N,” you hear someone say softly, but you can’t move.

“You need to get up. We’ll go down to the water,” the voice says again, and this time you recognize it. Peeta is trying to get you to look at him, but you just can’t. He doesn’t leave your side after that. Not when Beetee comes up with his idea to use the tree hit by lightning, not when it’s time to lay out the wire. And you’re forever thankful to have him by your side.

“Whatever happens tonight, I love you. You know that, right?” You caress his cheek as your heart slowly breaks apart. There’s no way all of you make it out of this arena, and you know you’re not only fighting the others to keep Peeta alive. You’re fighting Peeta too because he wants you to be the victor. But you can’t return to your home without him. He still has his family, you don’t. All you have is Peeta.

“I love you too.” He pulls you in and kisses you gently. It’s not enough though. Tomorrow you might all be dead. So, you deepen the kiss, tasting the salt coating his skin. His mouth moves in familiar patterns, and you ache for home with him.

“Forgive me for interrupting, but we need to get this wire laid out,” Johanna says, not looking sorry at all. She gives a little smirk as you and Peeta take a step back, but he’s quick to grab your hand. Nothing pains you more than being the one to knock him unconscious.

“Get his tracker,” you order Johanna, keeping an eye out for whoever ruined the wire. You’re not sure what happens next. Enobaria strikes you and starts dragging you away from Peeta while you’re screaming for Johanna to stay with Peeta. Next, there is a huge explosion that disorients you for a brief second, then a hovercraft appears in the sky, and you just about make out Peeta’s figure being lifted out of the arena alongside Katniss and someone else.

“We’ll get him out, Y/N.”

“Promise me, Haymitch. Swear you’ll get him out before me.” He stays quiet for a little while, but you’re not letting this go. He needs to swear it.

“Alright. If it comes to it, I swear we’ll get him out first.” He fidgets in his seat, but you’re satisfied. You know what you’re asking of him, but he owes you this.

“But we’re coming back for you.” This time, you’re the one that keeps quiet.

You watch as the hovercraft disappears and as the first peacekeepers arrive. There’s no time for them to return for the rest of you, but you find your peace in the fact that Peeta made it out alive. You even smile as the first peacekeeper smacks you right across the face.

“Come get me, Snow.”