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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Remember me [F.O]

Finnick Odair x female! reader

Summary: President Snow hates the reader for some reason. The eyes and ears of the government are everywhere and Finnick fears you will be harmed. It's the two of you against the president's hatred, or the three of you?

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: none

A/N: Finnick’s fic yay! I hope you’ all like this. This fic it’s finished but is in spanish so if you want to read the whole thing just let me know. As always, english not my mother language so please let me know if something’s wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A bun in the oven

My breathing pauses as I glance at the alarm clock resting on the stool. It reads two-thirty in the morning and I hold back a snort of exasperation.

I don't want to stir too much as Finnick is clinging to my waist like a koala. I can feel his breath on my neck and his oh-so-possessive grip on my hips. I must get up. I can't take it anymore

I gently remove Finnick's hands so he doesn't wake up, but suddenly he does and looks up at me. His sleepy eyes glaze over and he takes my hand as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asks startled. I smile at him to let him know he has nothing to worry about.

“Relax. I have to go to the bathroom”

He nods and lets go of me, not entirely convinced.

“Don't spend too long”

I get up and grab the robe that's on a chair inside the room. I look at Finnick and notice how he's trying to fall asleep again, but he can't. He’s tense on the bed and closes his eyes only because he has to. I put on my robe and leave the room.

Ever since we started living together in the Capitol, Finnick has been surly as hell; and I don't blame him. He knows better than anyone what you're up against being in the Capitol with no chance of returning to the District. We can't go back to district four for the simple fact that we are mentors for the kids who every year go up against each other in the games. Finnick is scared because he knows that, if either of us messes something up, Snow would know how to remedy it.

Here we are helpless, kneeling at the mercy of President Snow with no way to escape. We are bound hand and foot

Finnick is scared; I can tell by the way he tries to spend most of his time with me and the way he acts like a rabid dog when anyone from the Capitol tries to engage me in conversation. I notice it, in these moments, when he can't stand me leaving him alone and taking too long to make an appearance. Especially now that we are in a house that Snow has given us as a gift.

I go into the bathroom and lean against the sink, lift my face and look in the mirror. Stress has done its thing leaving big dark circles under my eyes and small freckles on my cheeks; my lips are slightly chapped and my skin has lost a tone. I turn on the water faucet and soak my face as if the liquid could dilute the mask of doom this place has put on me.

I do the necessary and wash my hands, look at myself in the mirror again and bring a hand to my belly; there, where my child is growing. I frown worriedly whether I should tell Finnick or not, fearing he might get more hysterical than he already is.

I walk out of the room and am surprised to see Finnick standing in the middle of the room bare-chested and in his crumpled sleep pants. His fists are tense and he clenches his jaw.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Finnick...”

“I clearly told you not to be late, you've been out of bed for over twenty minutes!” He comes up to me and grabs my shoulders hurting me. I let out a yelp and Finnick ignores it too angry to realize what he was doing.

“I was in the bathroom, Finnick. I didn't even leave this room”

He walks away as he tousles his hair; then I understand he's not angry, but worried. He turns his back to me and places his hands on his hips.

“Don't you understand? We can't stay away from each other for so long," he mumbles, knowing that they might be watching us.

“Really, you're overreacting, Finnick. I was just...”

“I don't care what you did!” he shouts and turns to me “It's the fact that you don't understand the seriousness of the situation!”

We stand in silence for a moment weighing what's going on. Finnick denies and walks over to me, grabs me by the shoulders this time gently and lowers his voice to a whisper

“Please, (Y/N), this is not a joke. We are not in a safe place”

“And when have we ever been?”I shout, too loud for anyone watching us to hear “Come on Finnick! We live in a place where they force little boys to kill each other for the fame and glory the Capitol can give them. This place is not unsafe, the world is”

“I'm talking about here, about this house” he says with a growing concern in his face- (Y/N), are you aware that we have entered the lion's den? For God's sake, we can't even go back to our District anymore.

“There would be no point in doing so, we would still come back every year to be mentors and watch our tributes die. There's nothing we can do, Finnick. Face it, Snow won”

I plop down on the couch leaving Finnick standing in place without saying anything. I tighten my arms over my stomach and lean back a little.

“I can't take it anymore, okay? I can't stand being with you all the time," I say. He looks at me sadly, "I love you. I really do, but this is getting on top of me. It doesn't matter if I'm with you or not, Snow will know the perfect time to attack.”

Finnick looks at me for the thousandth time and walks over. He gets down on his knees in front of me and takes my hands.

“That won't happen as long as I'm by your side, (Y/N). I know it's annoying and irritating that I'm glued to you all day, but it's the only way I have to protect you, do you understand? I can't let them hurt you. You are the only beautiful thing in my life and I don't want that to end because if that happens.... I would be nothing”

His clear eyes crystallize and his lips pucker holding back tears. I caress his face and begin to cry unable to hold back the secret that has been eating away at me. I close my eyes and my tears gain strength.

“Finnick..." I say and look at him. He squeezes my hand and a tear makes its way down his right cheek “I'm pregnant.”

I can notice his grimace of surprise only a few seconds after I let out the news. Finnick looks down, still squeezing my hand and then hides in my belly. I cry even harder and squeeze him against me.

“I'm sorry” I say” I'm sorry, I know this isn't the ideal time for this and I know....

Finnick's lips land on my robe in my stomach area stopping my speech. He begins to caress my belly and his tears wet my legs. Finnick was kissing his son with such fervor that it hurts.

“It's going to be okay," he assures us in a whisper. He looks at me and I notice the reddish hue in his eyes and nose “We'll be fine. Now there will be no one to stop me from my purpose. I will fight for you. I will give my life for you," he swears. And I believe him.

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liptonsbabe · 3 years ago

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I was wondering if you can do a request with Finnick Odair and my oc/me (Hannah). You don’t have to use my name, but it’s Hannah if you do. So here’s some backstory. So Hannah’s father is a district 1 victor of the hunger games, her mother is a stylist and her father lived in the capital now due to district 1’s privileges. Hannah was born and raised in the capital, but was taunt by her parents to be anti hunger games, due to her father being in the games and seeingnn the horrors along with being traumatized by seeing them when she was 8. So her and finnick met while her mother was his stylist in the games. They became friends and caught feelings when they were 16. She was one of the only person who knew the truth about his “many lovers” and she was there to help him through it. They started dating when they were 19 and when they were 21 (just after the 72nd games), they were able to sneak Hannah back on the train with them into district 4. The capital tried to get her back, but since this was great publicity and stuff, they just left it because it wasn’t as important and they could also profit off their relationship, as well as also continuing to see finnick. So I was thinking you can write something pretty recently after Hannah arrived to district 4, so maybe at first people don’t really like her because she’s privileged and from the capital, so maybe finnick tries to reassure her. And maybe you can do some cute things where they have a romantic walk along the docks and maybe it can end with them playing in the water after Hannah fell in.

I just thought it’d be something cute

We Remain [F.O]

Finnick Odair x reader

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Snow's a motherf*cker so yeah, he did awful things to Finnick

A/N: Very first request! hope you like it hun. My box are still open for request! English not my mother language so please let me know if something's wrong. Enjoy!

"So, what are you doing here?" Finnick sat down next to you on the thick warm sand startling you by his sudden arrival. You had been sitting on the shore of the beach for a couple of hours now and Finnick kept watching you from the dock not wanting to interrumpt your thoughts.

He knew you were not comfortable in his district. You told him how much you loved the ocean, seeing the sun reflected on the water in the mornings and the beautiful view from the lookout point, yet there was something that didn't make you feel at home.

You slumped your shoulders as Finnick slipped his arm over them giving you a small smile. Your eyes focused on the calm, deep blue sea in front of you. The sun was about to set creating strange shapes in the remaining waves and you kept your gaze fixed on them trying to find them some form.

Finnick sighed pressing you against him. Your body trembled from the closeness which made him smile. Finnick was damn cocky and he loved the effect he had on you. He kissed your hair waiting for his question to be answered. You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

"I...I was thinking."

"About what?"

"About home. I mean...in everything that was left behind."

Finnick nodded thinking you must miss your district terribly. You were born and raised in the capitol thanks to your father winning his games, but your home was always district one. Even if you never saw district one in your life, the stories your parents told about it created in your mind a sense of having a place where you truly belonged.

Your parents raised you to hate the hunger games. It wasn't a tradition, it was a massacre, a terrifying event that disgusted them and they didn't want you to grow up believing that taking children to the reaping every year and watching them die in a bloodbath was what was meant to happen, so, at their peril, your parents managed to get your name out of the urn every year to save your life permanently.

Then, when your mother became the stylist for the winner of the 65th hunger games everything became easier. You met Finnick and he became a protective shield against the capitol. He was only fourteen when he won the games so Finnick spent most of his time at your house in the company of your father. Then in the following years Finnick became a mentor to the new tributes and your father was always by his side creating between the two of you a very strong bond.

Sometimes, when he spent the nights at your house he escaped from his bedroom and went to yours just to talk sitting in your bed while you were eating snacks. You told him about district one and how much you would like to visit there someday and he told you how wonderful district four was and how he spent his evenings before he was the brightest star in Panem. Almost every night you met to talk and when he turned sixteen he stopped knocking at your door.

At first you didn't understand why he stopped visiting. No calls, no texts, no explanations why he didn't come to your house anymore. Until one day, as you were taking a walk downtown you heard the insidious gossips around him.

"Did you enjoy your night with Finnick Odair?" a woman asked another as they enjoyed a warm evening at the diner. Your footsteps stopped behind them feeling your heart skip a beat as you heard Finnick's name on her red lips. The woman let out a giggle waving her open hand next to her face trying to cover her blush.

"He's amazing! Oh my god, dear, it's... it's splendid. Really, he's worth it."

"What does he want in return?" the other woman asked. You felt your face turn green with disgust.

"Secrets. A very good one. One that will trace your path to the stars..."

You walked away from there as fast as you could avoiding remembering the words of those two women. For god's sake, Finnick was only sixteen, he was a kid and he was leading an adult life. It was disgusting. You came home with tears in your eyes and your breath hitching. Your mother squeezed your shoulders but you couldn't speak, you were too confused for that. You mumbled something your mother didn't understand and you ran off to your room not noticing that Finnick had met with your father that afternoon and was watching you from the open door of your dad's office.

Tears streamed down your face as you closed the door. You were speechless. Finnick had left you aside after sharing so many late night talks in his company, so many smiles and so many dreams only to lead a life like the rest of the people in the capitol. The glory and the power had finally brought out the worst in him and you couldn't hate the capitol any more than you already did.

You heard a couple of knocks on your door followed by a "(Y/N), are you okay?" from Finnick's voice. Your cries subsided waiting for him to leave, but that didn't happen, instead he persisted until he heard a response from you.

"I'm fine" you replied with a broken voice. You imagined Finnick frowning.

"Are you sure?" he asked. You listened as he tried to turn the doorknob, but you had locked it in "I saw you coming. I was talking with your dad about some stuff and i thought something had happened to you, may I come in?"

"No!" you replied. Your tears threatening to come out again "I'm-I'm fine, okay? I don't need you. Go away."

Finnick was silent for a moment, nevertheless, he kept trying to turn the knob

"(Y/N) let me in."

"didn't you hear me? I want you to leave. Now."

"Not until you open the door."

"You'll stay there, then"

"If that's what i have to do..."

You walked to your bed sitting on it crying silently. Your heart was aching. Deep down you felt something was going on between you and Finnick, something that went beyond the friendship you both proclaimed, but the blindfold had fallen off your eyes as you listened to those women talk about Finnick like he was a piece of meat. You didn't know what was going on, you didn't understand it either and Finnick was just there playing innocent. Finnick turned the knob one more time.

"Well, this makes me think you don't trust me enough like I thought you did."

Crying gave way to annoyance to that point. You jumped to your feet, glancing towards the door imagining Finnick's contracted face on the other side

"Look who's saying it."

"I don't understand."

"Stop pretending, Finnick"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to be pretending" His voice sounded so calm it made you rage. You walked over to the door "I just want to know what happened so I can help you. That's what friends do, isn't it?

"So we're friends now? After you left without explanation we're friends? We're friends even though you didn't tell me what the hell were you doing with your oh-so-many-lovers?"

Finnick was silent for a long time making you think he just left, but then you heard a deep sigh and the creak of the wood as he leaned his body against the door

"So you know it."

You frowned, opening the door with a smash taking him by surprise. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and pent up anger. Finnick had never seen you so upset

"So you know it, that's all you're going to say?"

"I can explain"

"Then it's true. What I heard..."

"No, no" he denied walking into your room closing it with his foot. You walked backwards trying to get away from him. Finnick knew about the rumors about him in the capitol, he never cared what they were saying about him, but he did care about what you had heard and how you might miunderstand it "It's true. What you said..."

"You're sixteen, for God's sake!" you shouted, disgusted "How-how can you...?"

"It's not how you're imagining it. They're making me do it."

"Yeah, right."

"It's true" Finnick answered approaching you and caressing your cheeks. He connected his eyes with yours and you managed to see a crystalline layer in them "It's true, (Y/N)"

"What?" you asked, horrified. Finnick closed his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded "But how? who?"

"President Snow."

"Why?"

"He'll kill my family if I don't do what he asks."

Your mind went blank. Finnick opened his eyes pearly with tears.

"But, you don't have a family."

Finnick smiled.

"You are my family" Your heart raced "Ever since my games...you and your parents became an important part of my life. You've given me a home, a place where I know I'm welcome, a place where i know all of you don't care what I am, but what I was before I was a victor and what's left of me since then. Snow threatened to harm you and your parents."

"Really?"

"Really. He knows how important you are for me" His breath collided against your lips in a stormy closeness "There is no one I care more about. That's why I had to accept. It's not easy for me, I hate what I became, but I had no choice (Y/N), I swear"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Finnick took a few steps away, ducking his eyes.

"I was too embarrassed. I still am. At some point I would have told you, of course, but I wasn't... I wasn't ready, I'm still not."

"Finnick..."

"I'm sorry for disappointing you."

He tried to leave your room but you stopped him squeezing him in a tight embrace that take your breath away. Finnick squeezed your body tightly lifting your feet off the floor.

"You didn't have to" you whispered. He denied

"I have to and I will. I'm not going to let them hurt you or your parents. What happens to me doesn't matter as long as you're safe."

"God, Finnick, I love you so much."

You broke apart instantly, you were so embarrassed by what you had just said and Finnick were shocked in surprise. Your cheeks grew hot and you were about to run away if it wasn't for Finnick's lips that pressed against yours in a small kiss. Finnick smiled

"I love you too."

Even after you confessed to each other you couldn't have a romantic relationship, at least not in public. Finnick had to continue obeying Snow's orders and you tried not to interfere to damage him even more, so the only ones who knew about you were your parents and Maggs, Finnick's old friend.

He came back to visit you at night in your room, you talked about anything that came to your mind (except about Finnick's many lovers) and, one night, he told you every secret he knew.

"Why are you telling me all this?" you asked him, watching your intertwined hands. You were both nineteen at the time and the secrets Finnick had obtained were too many. He smiled

"No one lives forever" he replied "Someday the advantage I have against Snow will turn against me and if that ever happens I need someone else to tell the truth for me"

"That's not going to happen"

He shrugged his shoulders

"You never know"

When Finnick saw the opportunity to leave the capitol after the hunger games where the tributes from district twelve put on a show and unleashed the wrath of President Snow, he didn't hesitate twice in proposing to take you with him to district four.

He put together a plan to hide you on the train until you passed district three where you were out of the president's reach. You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but your parents encouraged you to run away saying it was the safest place you could be. You were still unsure about it because you knew that your parents' lives would be in danger if Snow found out, however, your father assured you that they would be fine, the capitol wouldn't touch them and you could leave with Finnick and start a new life. You accepted then, sneaking onto the train that left for district four the next morning.

Of course, Snow was informed of your scape weeks later when you and Finnick managed to successfully settle in a house away from the victors' village. Neither of you wanted to live under the government roof and Finnick took a small place near the coast, where you received an unwelcome letter from the president asking you to return immediately to the capitol before the consequences became severe. Finnick replied for you, saying in a single paragraph that he didn't agree with that.

"I have a mind full of secrets. It doesn't suit you for me to become an open book. (Y/N) won't come back and neither will I."

Snow calmed down. Finnick seemed very pleased by that and things calmed down a bit. But there, in the utter calm of the sea, you still felt something was missing.

Finnick rubbed your arms as the sun went down and the moon appeared. The days in district four were too hot and the nights too cold, it was hard to get used to the change, even more so when no one in the district seemed to feel comfortable with your presence.

You could tell by the looks of the women on the shore and the angry faces of the fishermen. For them you were an intruder, a privileged one who had never had to suffer what their children did every year during the reaping cause your father, being a victor, had saved your ass. To them you were a coward, a disgrace and a pest who shouldn't have made it all the way to district four.

Finnick kissed your temple enjoying the silence of the newly arrived night. You sighed thinking about how much Finnick lost when he met you. His freedom, his decision about his body, the affection of the people in his district, his home in the village and so many other things you didn't want to remember. Finnick clicked his tongue, rubbing your arms again.

"Stop thinking, love."

"I can't. This all feels like a dream, a very... devastating one."

"You know what people think or don't think about us is something you can't change."

"Yes, but I would like to show them that I am more than they think, I am more than the daughter of someone who survived the hell of the games. Let them know that my presence doesn't represent a mockery to their dead children in the arena, that I am not a bad person."

"And you're not. Give them time. They're not bad either. They are against the system just like us, at some point they will realize we are on their side. Don't worry about it, I won't let anyone minimize you or make you feel bad. I'm going to protect you, okay? That's what we do, protect each other."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Now come on sweetie, let's take a walk" Finnick lifted you up easily taking your hand to walk across the sand. Finnick's hand against yours brought you security and a relief you couldn't explain. As you walked you rested your head on his shoulder and he hugged you close to him "We'll be fine, (Y/N), just... trust me"

"As always."

"Fair enough."

Then Finnick pulled your hand into the cold water of the sea splashing you in the face. You played back at him and the two of you ended up having a little fight in the middle of the sea. Finnick reached over, grabbed you around the waist and brushed your lips together.

"We'll be fine," he said. You nodded

"We'll be fine."

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