#finnick odair aesthetic

[whillywisp]

Part 2 of Finnick being the most amazing dad/doting husband because I'm sure this is just therapy for my darlings with daddy issues and, well, issues🌱

Warnings: a little long, a little angstier today, implied mention of what happened to finnick. But still as fluffy as yesterday.

Part 1 ☁︎

If Finnick was caring and terrified during the pregnancy, multiply that by ten thousand and that's him postpartum. This man was convinced the very air his family breathed was out to get them. He refused to sleep because he was scared something would happen if he dared to get some rest but after you very gently (you yelled) explained to him that he cannot stay up for three nights straight because no Finnick the baby doesn't need to be held twenty five-eight please for the love of god get some damn sleep, he finally got some rest.

Recovering from pregnancy is a whole other nightmare but he made it bearable. Finnick's favourite thing in the entire world, as previously stated, was taking care of you. So you know he was at your beck and call round the clock. He helped you shower, helped you move around, stayed up with you during night time feedings so you wouldn't feel alone. He cooked every meal and made sure you had everything needed within an arm's reach. Sometimes you were so overcome with love for him that you would tug him close and pepper his face with kisses because where on earth would you find someone as gentle and caring and loving in this miserable world as this angel right here? Nowhere thank you.

But it was seeing him with her that had you convinced you saved a country in your last life (well, in this life and while it was group effort—) to be able to witness something so pure and gentle.

Finnick held his little girl like he she was made of the finest glass and would disappear if he so much as breathed too loud near her. His wide eyes traced every movement, every twitch of a muscle, every breath your baby took. If her little hand curling around his made his pretty eyes gloss over, you absolutely saw it and you made sure to tease him about, for which you were met with embarassed smiles but no denials. He wasn't ashamed of loving his family and least of all his baby girl.

But every spring came stained grey from winter's shadow, still lingering around the corner as if seeking spring's warmth too. And Finnick's past, to him, felt a bit like that.

What happened to Finnick was not a secret he carried in his pocket folded up with a list of names who still bragged of their contribution to his survival or hidden behind forced smiles anymore. What happened to Finnick was public and while he is as not at all at fault for it, humiliation and self-hatred didn't have a mind of its own and regardless of the circumstances and the people that were at fault for everything, he still blamed himself, he still dreaded the day his baby, his entire world, found out what happened. And he told you about it of course.

"What if...what if she hates me?"

You looked up from the book you had been reading, glancing at him where he lay on his back. Your daughter, now nine months old, fast asleep on his chest and your voice a little incredulous as you whisper back. "I'm not sure if you noticed but she worships the ground you walk on."

The smile he gives you is forlorn and pressed into the top of your daughter's head. He blinked, looking away from you and in the blink of an eye you had dropped your book, uncaring where it landed and gently craddled his face in your hands, wiping away tears that stained his emrald green eyes.

"Angel—"

"I don't want her to find out," he sniffed, tightening his arms around your daughter, taking a shuddering breath before continuing. "I do-don't want her to find out. She'll hate me. She'll think I'm so weak. I was so weak."

You sighed, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead before wiping away tears that escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Rage and grief burned in your heart with vengeance and you wished, not for the first time, the need to rip those wealthy capitolites to shreds with your bare hands, to make these vile people disappear, praying they'd take the pain they inflicted on him away with them.

But instead you used the same hands and pulled him close, letting him cry into your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and your daughter, whispering quietly but firmly to him. "Finnick Odair, those years of you life were bleak. Those years of your life were harsh. And you were a lot of things during them: broken, hurt, abused. But you weren't weak. You survived, you made sure to survive because you knew you needed to survive to be free. That was your way of winning. And if we raise this baby right, she'll love you regardless, hell even more, when she finds out. I love you and I agree with you on just about everything. But this, this I refuse to because the man i married, the boy I fell for, is a survivor."

He peered at you through wet lashes, sniffling softly as he pressed a kiss to your chest and then the top of your daughter's head: his quiet way of saying 'I love you. Thank you for being my light.' You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, tightening your arms around your family.

You weren't lying when you said your daughter worshipped the ground he walked on. He was her hero. She followed him around the house since the minute she started crawling, screamed for him every morning and only calmed down when he picked her up and out of crib and in the most Finnick fashion, loved you in her gentle ways. She got that from me, he would say smugly as you had to eat another fistful of mushed baby food because of course your daughter picked that her way to show her love for you after having seen Finnick feed you fruit earlier. You would glare at him over her little sprout hair, identical to the one his hair was tied into on her highness' orders, your heart threatening to explode in your chest from the sheer amount of love it was filled with.

Your daughter was not only growing up to be the most precious child in the world, but she was also terrifyingly bright and understanding, even at such an young age. On days she noticed Finnick's need to be quiet or when he was too overwhelmed by everything, you noticed her making a conscious effort to stay quiet and keep her noises to a minimum. If Finnick needed time alone, she wouldn't bother him but spent her time with you, telling you about how daddy needs his quiet time and you had to hold onto the cushion behind you on the couch to hold back from crying, completely baffled at and extremely grateful that you both were raising an angel like her. But you weren't all that surprised when you thought about it a little more deeply. She was, after all, her daddy's little girl.

The day she starts kindergarten feels like the most emotional episode of the worst soap opera possible because you woke up to them...crying. And saying their goodbyes as he tearfully packed her lunch and did her hair, as if she was off to war. And it took quite a while to coax them both out of the house because I love you both but we cannot be late on the first day you guys please. But on the walk to kindergarten it was peaceful and full of laughter, because they could both pretend this was just their morning walk.

But of course, the tears were back when the gates closed with the promise of keeping them separated for three hours.

"What if she gets hungry and can't open the lunch box?"

You frowned looking up at him, shaking your head. You both were standing outside the gates to the school along with other worried parents, some taking a break from said worrying to side eye you both, something you had learned to tune out years ago.

"Finnick, she showed us she can open the lunch box just fine before we left home."

"But what if she can't here?" He insisted, looking down at you like you were the insane one for not considering that scenario. You sighed, grabbing his hand and tugging him away from the gates, trying to ease his worries.

"I promise you if she needs help with that, she will ask her teacher," you smiled at him, pecking his lips gently to stop him when he opens his mouth to voice another bizarre worry. "She'll be fine. She's our kid, she'll be perfectly fine."

He cracked a small smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you both start walking back, giving in with a small chuckle. "Yeah, okay. Maybe we should get a puppy to keep us busy now since she wants to do all grown up things go to scho..."

You look up at him as he suddenly trails off, confused as you catch him staring at something thoughtfully in the distance and follow his gaze to freeze against him slightly. In the distance, still as grey and imposing as ever, was the abandoned building which once held District 4's career academy. Strange feelings that always came with seeing it, both good and bad and nostalgic, make you tighten your grip on his hand and his around your shoulders.

Less than a decade ago, only a few metres and a small canal away from the kindergarten that your daughter now attended, children like her were being trained to kill, you and Finnick being a part of them. The thought of that still makes your blood run cold but the relief that rushed in right after, knowing your baby would never have to do that, is enough to let go of another hour of the countless you had spent in there, training to survive a system bigger than the arena could ever be.

You took a deep breath, forcing to maintain your light tone as you forced both of you to continue moving. "Heard they're building another school there, to keep the spirits of learning still alive and all that."

He smiled, kissing the top of your head fondly. "And I assume you want to help out in that?" The cheeky smile you had given him was answer enough but for him, it was like a sigh of relief, of brighter days no longer stained with gloom of his past.

People and places had changed to accomodate this new change, this everlasting spring, and maybe he was looking forward to letting his soul do the same too.

A/N: i agree this might've gone slightly offtopic in certain places but bare with me. I can't decide if want this to be the end or write more. But I hope you enjoyed this regardless of these things. All my love 🌱

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x gn!reader #writing #fanfiction #hunger games #finnick imagine #finnick odair #moonfm #finnick odair x male reader #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair aesthetic #finnick odair x you

[fqiryspit]

cold tables

finnick odair x female reader ; cw: finger fucking

he didn't even have the audacity to take your pants off as your sitting upright with your legs spread wide on the cold meeting table, only unzipped and unbutton pants with your panties pushed over to the side

his fingers are inside of you. his. finnicks fingers move in and out of you, slow but so detailed that its making your back arch off the edge of the table

"do you?"

"hm?"

"do you like my fingers inside you?" he asks again, looking you right in the eye as a smirk stretches his lips. he wasn't asking out of nervousness or inexperienced (anything but that) he was mocking you, knowing how you're going in and out of it every time his fingers move in and out of you

"mhm" you whine out, he moves closer, lips almost touching yours

"lay back, right now" he whispers softly yet authoritative. not needing to raise his voice or put any filter on it, not when he's like this at least.

you do as he says, moving down as your long sleeve shirt isn't enough to help with the coldness of the table, fuck you shouldn't even be in here.

his free hand rests above your head as he looks at you, moving down to get a better view of your face when he starts to curl his fingers.

you moan and his mouth slightly opens with a hint of a smile, his thumb lays on your clit, moving it until you bite your lip so hard it bleeds

"keep lookin' at me, don't wanna miss this, baby" he whispers again, speeding up his fingers as you realize he means he doesn't wanna miss the look on your face as you come

he lightly shh's you when your whines crack out of your throat a little too loud, your chest rises and falls rapidly as his fingers move with a consistent speed, you came all over them with a sharp whimper, he leans down and kisses you, both your lips and his dripping fingers being the warmest thing in this room you kiss him deeper as your frozen nose buries in his, with hot breaths leaving them with sharp whines coating them.

#im sorry but i needed to write this #like i horribly needed to write this #finnick odair aesthetic #finnick odair smut #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fluff #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #catching fire #mockingjay #thg incorrect quotes #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x y/n #the hunger games

[inkluvs]

the way plants turn towards you like you’re the sun <3

#^ that line is part of a poem i wrote if u wanna see it x #ok ok imagine thunderstorms w finnick #finnick odair #ivy’s moodboard #moodboard #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair aesthetic

[venuslore]

🪩 — moodboards ; send a character + a trope, colour and/or aesthetic for a moodboard !

hmm ok finnick odair with a coastal aesthetic <3

— @inkluvs

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee's 1k celly ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ the gallery ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #ivy ᰔ #finnick odair ᰔ #finnick odair moodboard #finnick odair #finnick odair aesthetic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine

[cauliflowertree]

growing up as finnick’s sister.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ “do you have any secrets worth my time?” *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#finnick odair #finnick odair x sister!reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair moodboard #finnick odair aesthetic #hunger games moodboard #hunger games movie #hunger games aesthetic #ocean aesthetic #district 4 #aesthetic moodboard #ocean moodboard #fishing moodboard #*.゜｡:+.゜｡* fern’s moodboards

[jasmineaxd]

The aesthetic of Finnick Odair 🔱

(Pics from Pinterest)

#hunger games #hg #aesthetic #finnick odair #finnick odair aesthetic #annie cresta #finnick and annie #finnick x annie #sam claflin #all time favourite #my favourite #favourite character #pinterest #finnick should have lived #finnick deserved better #district 4

[booksaesthesic]

-finnick odair aesthetic-

#booklr #bookblr #aesthetic #book aesthetic #character aesthetic #book characters #characters #finnick odair #finnick odair aesthetic #hunger games aesthetic #hunger games #suzanne collins #Spotify

[piastrisluvr]

messy finnick odair headers || like or reblog if you save.

#finnick odair #finnick odair header #the hunger games #finnick odair aesthetic #the hunger games headers #twitter headers #headers aesthetic #headers twitter #messy headers #messy header #messy header aesthetic #messy finnick odair header #piastrisluvrs headers

[desireve]

cinnamon girl ¡ finnick o’dair.

summary : since secrets started you couldn’t get enough of Finnick.

Oh you were is so much danger. That night signed you for the most heart-burning chapter of your life, not that you didn’t like it, but tainting your reputation for Finnick O’dair, you never thought you will fall this low. 

But you did, you fell so hard that you find yourself entering a hotel room, disguised in funky glasses and a hat, a far cry from the vibrant soul that normally graced Panem's lavish gatherings. Just with a lot of money.

As you stepped into the room, expecting nothing but a bed and the men you did all of this for. That evening, thought, the room smelled of sugar and cinnamon and the comforting smell smashed all your senses.

Faced to the window, Finnick awaited you, his charming smile lighting up the room. Under the Panem sunset, his smile mirrored the warmth of freshly baked pastries. Yet, it was the pastries arranged on the nightstand that got your attention, making your mouth water involuntarily.

"Hey, darling," Finnick greeted, approaching you and playfully eying the funky accessories. "All this effort to see me? You've really put in some work," he joked, removing the accessories and placing them on the bed. Your response was a smile, accompanied by a gentle sigh as his hand brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "If it's to see you... and those," you gestured towards the cinnamon pastries, "last night, you mentioned craving them, so..." his words trailed off, Finnick all proud and charming, you playfully tapped his shoulder. "You know how to charm O’dair ."

Finnick's gaze dripped with love, sweet as sugar and intense as honey. "You're doing it again," you whispered, shifting to take a pastry in your hand taking a gentle bite off that incredible brioche, still perfectly warm.

"Doing what?" he asked innocently raising an eyebrow and taking a seat beside you on the bed. Finnick, a master of words, charm, and love, knew how to make you flustered. "Admiring you is a crime now?"

"Everything we're doing is," you whispered challengingly, locking eyes with him. He grinned, tracing your cheek with his fingertips, and you met his gaze, the taste of cinnamon lingering on your lips. "But we like a little challenge, don't we?" he whispered, searching your eyes for echoes of love and approval.

Oh, he found them. You admired the blonde curls falling with meticulous grace, the eyes compared to the sea he so often spoke of, and the dimples craved in his cheeks, forming a smile that melted you, very.

"We do," you whispered, gently tracing your fingertips in his hand, that rested on the bed. Your touch traced his knuckles, and as you gazed at each other, the silence hung between you. The sugary feeling of the pastries lingered on your lips, you were ready to be spoke about them, but before you could, his lips met yours.

This time, it was Finnick whose mouth watered. Your dreamy gaze made every secret gathering, every risk taken, worthwhile. He was a madman, and you loved him for it.

The kiss wasn't a mere repetition of the last one. It kindled warmth under your skin, painted your cheeks in shades of red, and unfolded slowly as both of you smiled like fools. Fingers finally interlocked on the bed, hands gently caressing the nape of your neck, eyes closed, and chests dangerously close. It was passion, but in an endearing, almost foolish way.

Under the sun's burn, the beautiful man before you shone, delightful. The kiss ended, but the warmth lingered as your foreheads gently touched. Breaths synced, light heaving, and heartbeats synchronised, marking hearts finally happy to interlock again after nurturing them with so much love.

Finnick looked at you, still searching for your recovered breath, eyes glossy, and cheeks tinted with a delicate pink. He licked his lips gently. "Very sugary, darling." A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and his hand slid from your neck to your waist. "Oh, shut up."

sorry for the ones who don’t like cinnamon 🤭 I love my babies, lana del Rey reference 😩

#finnick x you #the hunger games #agnst #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #the hunger games imagine #thg series #x reader #female reader #thg finnick #soft aesthetic #cinnamon girl #lana del rey #writing for fun #writing for myself #creative writing

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Finnick Odair x Reader

This idea came from : @sakuraazharuno

**

"I volunteer," you screamed.

You weren't going to let Annie go. You couldn't . You join Finnick up on the stage.

He gives her a sad smile he knew she would volunteer.

You were freaking out. Absoltely losing it.

You had mascara running down your face. You should be socializing and getting sponsors, but you were crying in the bathroom.

You were terrified. You would either have to, watch Finnick die, kill him. Kill yourself, have him kill you, or watch him lose you.

You walked out to find him. He was talking to the girl on fire.

"Do you want a sugar cube? I know there for the horses, but they have their whole lives. We have a few weeks," he says offering her ons.

She gives his a disgusted look, he eats it himself.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your tear stained face hidden in his neck.

"Hey baby," he says smiling.

Katniss looks even more disgusted, a stupid capitol lover. Upset that he would die, he would, not her.

Finnick turns you around and walks you back somewhere private. You both end up in your shared room.

"What's wrong baby," he softly coos at you.

"We aren't going to live," you cry into his chest.

He softly soothes you.

"I don't want to tell you this," he softly whispers the plan in your ear

"You don't know it, kay," he says.

You nod in agreement.

"I love baby," you say.

"Hey, you know I love you," he says plopping a sugar cube in your mouth.

You smile as you bite down.

"That was my last one," he says in a mock pout. His lips dive down to meet yours, taking some of the precious sugar with him.

"Rude," you playfully shove him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You question

Finnick sighs, "Haymitch thought it might upset you, that I would be willing to die to get Katniss out,"

Your face drops , "I'm not letting that happen." You state and hug him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he hides his face in your neck.

You might die. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. And, fuck Panem. If Finnick dies, than you can't live. If Katniss had to die for him to live....

You couldn't think like that, but if it came down to it... could you let him sacrifice himself?

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick smut #peeta and finnick #finnick x y/n #thg finnick #finnick x reader #Thg #thg moments #stranger things 4 #thg fanart #thg incorrect quotes #thg #katniss everdeen #gale hawthorne #peeta mellark #thg katniss #thg aesthetic #thg movies #thg fandom #catching fire #the hunger games

[lucy-gray1075]

finnick x reader on valentine’s day !!

#sorry this is late yall #finnick odair #the hunger games #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick moodboard #finnick odair moodboard #finnick imagine #finnick odair fanfic #thg finnick #finnick odair fluff #finnick x you #valentines day #valentines #heart shaped #valentines gifts #valentines aesthetic #vday #finnick odair headcanon #the hunger games finnick #hunger games finnick #finnick x annie #finnick #finnick odair headcanons #finnick odair fanfiction #thg finnick x reader #finnick x oc #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x annie cresta

[whillywisp]

Hi i have thoughts. Listen. I'm well aware that canonically, District 4 is sunny and warm and my worst nightmare (i hate summer and heat I'm sorry) but i like to imagine that District 4 is cold and under a near constant cover of clouds and rain (yeah yeah don't come at me for this i live in a city like this myself its not just because of Twilight i hate that series but the aesthetic is very similar to where i am from.)

So. Headcanons? On Finnick's aesthetic if he was from anywhere like that:

Dark gloomy days; fishing boats roaring to life over the sound of the waves; cold water lapping at his feet as he contemplates the ways his life has changed; Annie's red hair his guiding light on the dark beach, a pile of seashells at their cold feet; the silver of his trident as bright as the thunder and lightening in the grey sky; meadows hidden in the woods lining the cliffs; cliff diving into the ocean on the verge of a seastorm; Mags' brush through his bronze hair; the fog that blurs everything in sight during the early hours of the day when he steps into the woods behind victor's village barefoot; the salt in his hair; the crisp cold of the wind chilling his sea soaked skin; the green of his eyes as bright as the tall, lush trees that overlooks the entire district; the waves crashing at the foot of the cliffs his new house sits on, white as snow as they break.

The smell of bleach and sterilizer still lingers in the air of his new room, in every breath he takes, his face pressed into his forearm where it rests on the windowsill as he watches the rain like he always did on quiet days home from the career academy. Just now, everything is different.

He's fourteen, a victor and even the rain of his home can't blanket him in it's safety anymore. His tears join them instead as he lets himself breathe.

#finnick odair #the hunger games #thg #headcanons #i love projecting on my comfort characters #annie cresta #Finnick Odair aesthetic #moonfm

[feywild-meadows]

mags flanagan - ‘It was obvious she didn't volunteer because she thought she could win, she did it to save Annie Cresta’

#mags flanagan #the hunger games #thg #catching fire #hunger games #thg mags #the hunger games mags #hunger games mags #finnick odair #aesthetic #moodboard #moodboards #edit #edits #aesthetics #Annie cresta

[katnissmellarkkk]

Victors of The Hunger Games at the age that they won.

Haymitch / Finnick / Annie / Johanna / Katniss / Peeta

#I feel like Joanna’s may confuse people so lemme remind yall that she won by pretending to be super innocent and helpless #like she was like ‘I’m just a girl’ and then at the end she took out the leftover tributes who had already been fighting the whole time #while she hid away #thg #hunger games #Peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #finnick odair #everlark #Odesta #Annie Cresta #Johanna Mason #aesthetics #myaesthetics

[lunar-years]

just close your eyes, the sun is going down

Part 6/?? of my favorite ships + taylor swift songs | Finnick Odair x Annie Cresta

#is this an obvious song choice yes but is it the best choice for them? absolutely #my moodboards #hunger games aesthetic #finnick odair #annie cresta #finnick x annie #odesta #the hunger games #thg #hg #katie's favorite ships x favorite taylor swift songs #ship post #Katie’s ships & songs

[cauliflowertree]

movie star!finnick odair

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ “want a sugar cube?” *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#i’m not sure about this #finnick odair #finnick odair aesthetic #finnick odair moodboard #hunger games moodboard #hunger games aesthetic #movie star!finnick #aesthetic moodboard #*.゜｡:+.゜｡* fern’s moodboards