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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Annie_Cresta/Finnick_Odair
  Character:
      Finnick_Odair, Annie_Cresta, President_Snow
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Past_Rape/Non-con, Past_Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Angst_and_Feels, Angst
      with_a_Happy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-02 Words: 1825
****** Sugar Pink Bubblegum Bitch or I Can Be Your Whore ******
by Lillian_Williams
Summary
     a piece of triggering POV finnick work that i typed up after
     rewatching the 2nd movie
     talking about his time in service to the capital and his descent into
     depression and addiction and his salvation through connecting with
     annie
     sexually triggering read at your own risk <3
Notes
     The titles as usual are both songs
     1 Marina and the diamonds
     2 in this moment
Finnick had always been fond of his face, his physical features where his best
asset
It took him place
Made him friends
Brought him attention
Yes he had many amiable qualities that sat below the surface but few actually
attempted to get close enough to find them
----
It wasn't until after his bloody victory in the hunger games that he learned to
loath his body
-----
The first time he was sold by the capital...it was to an older woman
She was pretty enough for a human that was adorned ad nauseum
She was gentle enough for a child molester she smelled of expired perfume and
plastic. Her breath reeked of the pink concoction Capitalists used to assist
their gorging. He didn't enjoy it but by the time of the quarter quell this
first encounter had become so benall by comparison that he all but forgot about
the middle aged woman and her purple eyelashes.
The first time it hurt was when he was sold to an assistant game maker.
A young sadistic man who like to see Finn tied up. Knowing Finnick came from
district 4 the man made him bring his own rope. Made him carry his own binding
to the stuffy room he would be bound in. Mercer was his name he liked to hurt
finnick but he took pride in never leaving marks. Always covering his blunt
instruments of sadism with some sickeningly pedestrian item like socks or a
hand towel.
The first time it really felt like rape was shortly after his 16th birthday.
The man was a personal friend of Snows. In return for Finnicks sodomistic
virginity he had donated a green house 4X the size of any living quarters from
finnicks home district. There was no prep, the fore play was rough, his beard
scratched against finnicks boyish unblemished flesh. The man came hard with a
boorish grunt and left finnick on the bed to bleed. On the end table next to
finnick sat an oddly ornate tea set and a glass bowel of sugar cubes.
That's what the capital needed him to be
Sugar, something sweet, and common, something easily devoured that would
dissolve on the tongues of even the must undeserving recipients.
Finnick would be lying if he said that a split didn't develop that night.
Between the person finnick was and the person he would inevitably need to be to
survive.
The capital needed sugar but finnick a man of the ocean was made of salt and
brine.
This was his secret. Not his love for Annie or his grotesque sexual history but
the fact that he was bitter and lethal in large dosages.
The capital needed a sweetener and he would be that. And every time a client
called him by some sickening, degrading pet name it only added a grain to the
mountain of sodium that made up his insides.
Finnick understood that to survive he would have to be come more caustic than
his environment.
He would be the capitals little poisoned cake. Something beautiful and decadent
to sink ones teeth into. But something that would corrode your insides if you
took to much.
This was his security. He became so sweet on the outside he made people sick.
Even people with professional sweet tooths could not handle him for long. For
every ounce of oceanic rage that he possessed he met it with equal measure of
sweetness until he became a walking cavity. Rotted from the inside out. A
porcelain coating hiding a decaying interior
finnick would also be lying if he said there weren't times that he enjoyed it,
times when he gave himself over to the sensation of a not so sadistic partner. 
Even with the trauma of his first anal encounter he learned to enjoy the
vulnerable sensation of being filled by another human being
after the first time he couldn't get it up for a woman the capital started
prescribing him pills. A little blue pill he was required to take an hour
before any sexual encounter. Gender not withstanding 
he hated the way the medication made him portray feeling he did not posses. He
had no issue feigning attraction with his smile and his words but the capital
forcing his limbs to profess enjoyment when he felt almost nothing but
revolution...this was a whole new kind of violation.
once he was bought for a whole weekend by a district 2 peace maker. Who liked
to use his whip. It was a whole day before they found him. Face in the pillows
legs still splayed open, scabrous gashes seeping red through the caked on blood
from the week previous. He was in hospital for a week. Neck cricked, head
throbbing from laying on his stomach so long. Finnick was done with hospitals
but the capital insisted on skin graphs; wouldn't want their pretty boy to go
home with scars.
that was when the morphling treatments started. and oh what a delicious torment
that was. yes, it freed him momentarily from his torment but he knew if he let
himself sink into that painless abyss he would lose what value he had to the
capital...it would destroy his appearance he would lose his charm as the
caustic drug slowly ate way at his brain. despite the aches and hallucinations
that came with the withdrawals finnick resorted to using a banal anti-
inflammatory  to quell the throbbing pain of his lash mark, the nerve damage
now hidden under fresh unblemished skin.
after a month of rest from his service to the capital he returned to the
rotating door of clients the capital sold him to. 
then came a man. a grey eyed man who called him beautiful and left no painful
stone unturned. he stroked his skin and clawed his flesh. ran his fingers
through finnicks hair and smashed his face into brick walls. he called him
beautiful and made him bleed for it. he made finnick pleasure him and he broke
his nose for fighting back. he called him beautiful, stroked his neck and made
his world go black. this man with the grey eyes haunted finnick he was not
ridiculously adorned like many others he looked more human and that made him
all the more monstrous. this simple looking dead eyed man had gotten under
finnicks skin. and for that he welcomed oblivion. he requested morphling for
his pain and was delivered a supply addicts back home would have genuinely
killed for. finnick let himself fall headlong into the deathly shroud of the
chemical opiate watching with sickening delight as his body withered in front
of him. skin yellowing as the drug overtook his system.
one morning he awoke to the smell of roses and blood. Snow. his eye snapped
open. and then immediately squinted shut the room was caustically white and
garishly bright. where was he. these didn't feel like his sheets...these felt
the same as the bed he lay in after the peace maker had sliced him open. he was
in the hospital again. 
"good morning finnick. the treatment for morphling damage is very
expensive...the money for which had to be taken out of the funds for your
district...tsk tsk..."
finnick pried his eyes open. his district like most was subject to abject
poverty on a good day, but with the menial amount of capital funds rescinded
the state of his home town would be nothing short of dire.
"don't let it happen again finnick." he drawled holding a hand mirror up to
finnicks newly restored face. not only was all indication of drug addiction
wiped from his face but simple distinguishing marks he had gathered through his
life had been eradicated. his skin was inhumanly perfect so much so that it
almost seemed to glow, like the way light reflects off of plastic. dropping the
mirror on finnicks stomach Snow strolled from the room leaving finnick in the
hollow roaring silence of his hospital bed.
along with literally sucking up to every rich Capitalist that snow needed to
manipulate finnick was also now required to mentor other district 4 tributes.
that's how he met annie. finnick was hyper-vigilant but annie cresta the quiet
but strange victor of the 70th reaping snuck up on him. they didn't talk much
most of their interchanges were though simple sweet actions or prolonged
glances. 
the first time they joined was in their home district on some forgotten stretch
of beach. it was annie who made the first move. at first finnick found himself
halted by visions of grotesque mistreatments'. annie being another soul haunted
by innumerable demons gently drew finnick back to the present holding him
sweetly against her chest. the metronomeic  sound of her heart beat lulling
finnick down from the sharp peeks of his trauma. annie empathized with finnicks
pain but longed for him none the less. resuming her original course she handled
his limbs like some precious piece of glass. winding her limbs around his as
lightly as vine on a tree. she caressed him and kissed him like he was the most
wondrous thing she had ever laid her hands on. he melted into her loving touch.
she drew out his passion with the same degree of tenderness. lapping at skin
like the ocean laps at the shore. he wasnt on any medication he didnt need it.
she wanted him and he genuinely wanted her. in a way he thought he would never
be permitted. he yearned to met his body to hers and craved the closeness that
at the hands of others had brought him so much pain. finnick submitted to the
gentle hands of his red haired lover trusting her to handle him in a way others
hadn't. the two of them came together on that beach limbs entwined with a
yearning fervency and as the waves of finnick climax crashed onto the shores of
his nervous system he came undone a little. not from himself but from the
rotten creature the capital had turned him into. annies delicate pryings had
rended him...even if only a little...further from that piece of himself that he
wished death upon. and as her walls closed around him he felt infinitesimal
fragments of himself pull back together. there was someone on this planet who
wouldn't hurt him. who could bring hims not just pleasure but release and joy,
comfort and safety someone he could trust to cradle him in his times of
crumbling. someone he could reciprocate this gift for. finnick never spent much
time thinking on love. there was little room for it in the society the capital
had constructed. but whatever other cultures called it...all he knew was he
felt happy in a place that the capital couldn't touch.
he would play along. but he would never be theirs again. someone else had laid
claim to finnick odair and he willingly gave him self over to her
 
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