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BAD FEELING
HELLO! The lack of Haymitch content makes me wanna cry so I decided to step in. English is not my first language so please have mercy ✌️
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1. Bad feeling
Life in District 12 is nowhere to be great, but there are few aspects that make life easier. You can grow plants in the garden, if you have it. People are nice, mostly they threat you with kindness, even Peacekeepers. You are always nice to everyone, and nobody has been a problem. Your adoptive mother, Holly, taught you to stay out of problems and riots and focus to become a great part of the community instead. You are so grateful towards her that you would do anything to make her happy, not to mention it isn’t hard to act kind.
You are quite happy with your life. A part from the fact that you are always hungry - quite a habit, but at the age of twenty four you are strong and ready to work a lot.
You are a great babysitter for the children of the district, when the mothers have to work after the pregnancy you step in line and take care of their babies. You clean the houses of the Major, of the Peacekeepers and the Victors - which is one, by the way, but always pay in time. You want to become a teacher, but you have to wait a year or so to try the test again. You failed. Yes, big time, big tears, but you got back to work and have faith for the future.
At the age of 24 you look nice, you think. Raven hair, hazel eyes, not really tall, you are content with your physical aspect. You aren't married, though. You never had any suitors, your family being miners and you being… busy. You are gentle, but never open. To boyfriends, to new possibilities.
Oh, and you are utterly in love with the kinda-old-man you are working for. But that is just a little detail.
Life in the District is a routine, and you like it.
Yes, you are happy. The kind of happiness who leads you to sing while you are cleaning, at least until your surly boss yells at you to stop.
You were happy. Until you watched the television.
After the 74th edition of the Hunger Games everything changed in the district and, I think, in the Capitol too. For the first time in ages a girl and a boy from our home won, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. And for the first time ever, two kids. They managed to stay alive declaring their love for each other. You were really happy at first, because you have known Katniss and Peeta since they were kids. And for the food they provided with the victory too, you have to be honest. After several months, though, you can sense something is wrong. Everybody, including your boss, is nervous. Well, more nervous and skittish - and drunk - than usual. Katniss and Peeta are always around Haymitch’s house, never together - which is weird since they are supposed to be a couple - and they talk with a low voice, usually in the garden where the geese are. You stay out of the way, not wanting any of that business. You are here to clean the mess, tidy up the rowdyness he calls home and settle a way of living that’s tolerable. One time you opened the door and Capitol men were there, looking for Haymitch (who was in bed, drunk as hell). They were terrifying, and you practically hide until they were gone.
It happens in a brief moment. You are cleaning Haymitch’s house, the biggest house you’ve ever seen, and the television is on. It’s almost mandatory to watch the television during programs like these, because Snow wants every citizen to know the news. You expect to see the same statement, like every year. “And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.”
Not this time, tho. President Snow, seated in his white luxurious chair with his devious blue eyes and white hair, pronounces these words: “This edition of the Hunger Games is the 75th Quarter Quell, a glorified year. For the 75th Hunger Games it is therefore decreed that this year the various districts of Panem will offer up, in tribute, a man and a woman from the age of eighteen to the age of thirty to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol.”
From 18 to 30. And you are twenty-four.
You can barely register what you’ve seen that you feel your legs abandoning you, and you faint.
You wake up in someone's arms, confused and horrified.
«Let's get you on the couch, sweetheart.»
Haymitch. You are surprised he is sober enough to acknowledge you are there, even if not enough to catch you before the fall.
You feel so stupid. You fainted. But then again, you were sure you escaped the torture of the Hunger Games the minute you turned nineteen.
He trembles to the couch and you are so grateful for him.
Haymitch Abernathy. The man who pays you to keep his house - his life - in order and clean. The old grumpy man who sometimes makes you laugh, but most of the times shut his door because he’s too drunk to be seen by anyone, let alone a young girl. He’s never violent towards you, but you can see he is very scared of the possibility.
Six months before you were struggling with your job, wanting something more to feed your family. You were just have been rejected from the teacher test, and very sadly began to ask anyone for work. After two or three men who mentioned in hilarious tones the kind of jobs you definitely didn't want, Haymitch stepped up and just looked at you.
«How do you feel about geese?» Was the only, very odd question.
«They are fine.» You lied. You hated geese, they were filthy animals who liked to bite. But you needed a job that didn't require a lack of clothes.
And it was Haymitch, everybody knew him from the district and even if he wasn’t so beloved he was respected. A victor at fifteen, now forty one, despite his drinking problem made him look older, dark circles under his grey eyes and a weird long haircut for his dirty blonde hair. Still pretty handsome in a rough way, in a very rough way, in a “I need a shower for days and maybe a new shirt” way.
«Here's the deal: you clean my home, I'll give you money. You stay out of my way, and never wake me when I'm drunk. Understood?And I say that for you. Deal?»
«Yes sir.»
«Deal.»
Six months later you are on his couch, as pale as a ghost.
«Your geese.» you mumble. It doesn't really make sense, but the first thought is that if you are on Capitol and Haymitch is your mentor nobody will feed the birds from hell, as you lovingly call them.
«My what? I'm the one who's drunk, right?» He seems worried, in spite of his inebriation.
«Right.» You agree. You have to adjust a little. Not to mention, he is the one who can give you money, and it’s for the best if you don’t act like you lost your mind. «I was just thinking… I better go. I’ll come back later for the bottles.»
«Darling.» He stops me, just for a brief moment, without smiling. «They won’t pick you.»
You smile right back at him, but you can’t help to have a bad feeling about that.
The day of the reaping you are standing over your bad, unable to put your dress on. You clearly remember the fear of the Games, of the names, of the voice of frickin’ Effie Trinket. You were never paralysed, tho, not like this. Maybe because you were younger and reckless, maybe because something in your head always told you the name wasn’t gonna be you.
Daisy Pinecone. It wasn’t even your real name, Holly just picked it when you were little because it reminded her of a fairytale, and adoptive parents can decide their children’s names.
“You sound stupid, Daisy. There are a lot of young people in the district, it’s not gonna be you”. You immediately feel guilty about the thought, because even if it’s not you, it’s going to be your friend, colleague or school mate.
These games are so fucked up. You could never say that out loud, but this is the reality everybody thinks. If only someone could gather them together, maybe… the districts are more than the Capitol City. They provide food, minerals, Panem would starve in a week.
You shake your head, it’s nonsense. They already tried, and this is the whole point of the Hunger Games, a punishment. But it’s not unfair.
Holly helps you with the hair, making a simple braid with daisies in it, that you think it’s nearly too in brand for someone who won’t be picked, but you can’t bet against the odds, and in the worst possibility it’s great for publicity.
Holly is a wreck, but it’s always sad at this time of the year. She’s the midwife of District 12, she knows every child in this place, and every year she watches someone she loves who’s going to get murdered. Something like this led Haymitch to perpetual drunkenness.
You wish you could say a word to comfort her, but nothing comes out from your mouth. You can’t make promises. You have to thank her for everything, she literally saw you being born and then, when your mother died, she decided to adopt you.
She pats your shoulder, and you give her a brief smile.
The street to the place is full of people with nice dresses and a scared expression of their faces. You take your seat, as you realise you have weird thoughts, like that you are grateful because you don’t have a dog that could miss you, or worse, a child.
Effie Trinket is approaching in a bright pink dress, pink skin and a violet wig, and you almost feel bad for the names you called her during the previous nights. You begin to like Effie, she always smiles at you when she visits Haymitch, unlike the other people from Capitol. And right now you could swear that she’s shaking despite the smile she puts on her face. You saw her with Katniss and Peeta, the way she pats their head and caresses their cheek it’s not faking, she actually cares about them. She may be a brainwashed Capitol starlet, but she is a kind hearted one.
Haymitch arrives, drunker than usual - every year is worse, but this year it’s different, after the awards at Capitol everybody thought he would’ve act presentable - and so Katniss and Peeta.
Your heart skips a beat. “Your name is there only once”, you keep repeating to yourself.
Effie stays five minutes with her hand in the bowl, reluctant to pick a string of paper. After what it feels to be an eternity, she says a name.
No - not a name.
Your name.
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First off congrats on 200!!! I feel like it hasn’t been that long since 100 followers.
💍 I would like to request something with the victors ie Johanna, Finnick, Haymitch (gloss, Enobaria, cashmere, Cecelia, Mags if you want) before the quarter quell. Reader is a victor from District 8 and their talent is crocheting so they go around crocheting little animals for the other victors. Could you write something about what animal Reader would give the victors and their reaction? 😁
ooooo i love this so much!!
i think you would crochet johanna a black cat. its her spirit animal like if i cracked her soul open, that's what i would expect to see.
finnick would love a blue whale or a starfish. i think theyre his favorite animals and he would give them designated spots on his bed.
you would make katniss a copy of buttercup and she scoffs, pretends to hate it, but sleeps with it in her arms every night.
i feel like peeta would really appreciate a koala or maybe a sloth. don't ask me why because i dont have a clue, its just a gut feeling.
haymitch would recieve a grizzly bear with a bottle of alcohol in its hand. he fucking loves it
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—𓆩[in our next life || EPILOGUE]𓆪—
𓆩[masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪
𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.7K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - that I know of, there is none! maybe besides cursing(?) but it's pure fluff, just let me know if you think i should add anything!
Ten years later…
This would be the second rope being tied around your wrist, to the same man. Things were different now; the games were over, Finnick built you that house on the river bank, and you had a son this time too.
Your dress was similar to the one you had before, especially because Cinna designed this one too, but this time, it was much smaller than the ballgown you had before. It was still poofy, yes, but this time it was lined with pearls taken from your first dress in strands of gold. Your hair was pulled into your preferred style, a flower crown of white camellias, pearls stranded in your hair as well.
You probably loved this more than your first outfit, a white bouquet in your hands as well. You were going to cry even more this time, you were sure of it. When someone knocks, you turn with a quick confirmation for them to come in, Katniss peeking her head inside. “Someone wants to see you…”
You giggled as your son ran in, gasping loudly. “Momma, you look so pweety!”
You laughed at his childish dialect, smoothing down the front of your dress. “Yeah? You think papa will like it?���
He nods his head vigorously. “Yeah! And if he doesn’t, he’s crazy!”
You giggled, offering your empty hand. “Wanna walk mommy down the aisle?”
He continues to nod, running over. “Momma, I’m glad you’re getting remarried. That bracelet is dirty.”
You laughed, nodding with him. “Is it baby? Well good thing papa’s getting me another one, right?”
“Yeah!”
You named your son Atlas, and for heaven's sake, he came out exactly like Finnick. Golden hair and bright sea blue eyes, a perfect smile and the freckles you loved since you were a child.
He takes your hand, leading you out the room as Katniss follows behind. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”
You smiled back at her, giggling. “Thank you, Katniss.”
You walked out the back door, stepping down the steps of the large wrap around porch Finnick had built himself. The second you stepped into the meadow of different kinds of wildflowers, all of the memories came flooding back.
“Finnick, we’re not supposed to be here!”
You whisper yelled at him as he dragged you to the edge of District 4, laughing.
“So? Come on, we’re almost there!” He pulls you harder, groaning. “Y/N, don’t be a scaredy-cat!”
You groaned. “My mother will kill me.”
He snorts. “Fuck your mother.”
You gasped, slapping his bicep before he sharply tugs you forward, a gasp falling from your lips before you screamed out as you both began rolling down the hill. His hand keeps your face in his neck as he laughs, your arms wrapping around him as his other hand holds your side.
You finally get to the bottom, Finnick laughing like the funniest thing in the world just happened as you sit on his chest, looking down at your grass stained dress. The Reaping would happen in a few days, and your mother had just bought you this dress. She would kill you if you came home like this.
“Finnick, my dress is all dirty!” You whine as he sits up.
“You’re so over dramatic, darling. We can clean it when we get back, look at all the flowers,” he says, smiling as he picks one and puts it behind your ear. “I know they’re your favorite.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as you picked one and tucked it behind his ear. “My favorite wildflower, Finnick. Not my favorite in general.”
He laughed, clearing his throat. “My apologies, your majesty, your favorite wildflower. Is there any way you could possibly forgive me?”
You giggle, humming. “I mean… I guess so,” you say, making him grin before you boop his nose. “But it’s gonna cost you.”
He starts to blush, but hums. “Oh yeah? What?”
You purse your lips, letting out a soft ‘hmph’ as you fix yourself on Finnick’s lap. “Well, if I’m your highness, that means I’m queen, right?”
He purses his lips in response, nodding. “Yes, it does.”
“Well then, you can be my knight. To protect me and stay with me for the rest of my life. Sounds good?”
He smiled widely, nodding. “Sounds good. I’ll be your knight, Y/N?”
You put up your hand, offering your pinky. “Promise?”
He smiled, nodding as he wrapped his pinky around yours before pushing his hand up. “Lock it.”
You do, watching as he kissed your overlapping thumbs before doing the same. “You can’t break it now, Finnick!”
He nods before smirking. “Y’know, we just shared saliva.”
Your brow ruffled. “No we didn’t.”
“You kissed after me,” he teased, chuckling. “That means you got some of my saliva in your mouth.”
You blushed madly, quickly wiping your lips. “Finnick! Don’t say that!”
He laughed as he pressed his face into your neck. “Oh come on! Knights and queens belong together.”
You purse your lips. “No, kings and queens belong together.”
“Knights and queens make better pairs,” he says immediately before humming. “Y/N, I want to do something.”
Your brow ruffled. “Okay?”
He shook his head. “With you. If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop and I will, I promise, but I’ve been wanting to do it with you for a while.”
You nodded. “Okay, I will. What is it, Finnick?”
He blushed madly, cheeks turning a bright red as he looked away. “C-Can you close your eyes?”
You do, closing them tightly before something soft lands on your lips. You don’t realize it at first, but Finnick was kissing you. Your lifelong crush was kissing you.
You don’t open your eyes until he pulls away, slowly finding his eyes as he swallows. “W-Was that okay?”
You look at him confused. “Did you just kiss me, Finnick?”
He looked away, mumbling under his breath. “Yeah, yeah I did,” he was blushing madly. “I just… I‘ve been wanting to do it for a while and-”
You pressed your lips to his before he could even finish, holding his cheeks before pulling away. It was soft and quick, but that’s all you really needed. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you rub them softly, clearing your throat. “I uhm… you don’t have to ask next time.”
He starts to smile. “So I can kiss you whenever I want?”
You shove him. “Of course not, dummy! We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend!”
His smile falls. “Why not?”
Your brow furrowed. “You… you want to be?”
“Yeah, I do,” he says quickly, fixing the flower over your ear. “I want to love you until the end of time.”
“Forever?” You ask and he nods.
“And when we meet again in our next life.”
You inhaled shakily as you stood at the end of the white carpet rolled out between the chairs of people, only the most significant you truly wanted to come. Finnick stood on the dock, hands ringing together nervously before he saw you. His jaw drops as he stares, Cinna grinning as he stands between him and where you were going to stand.
Mags had sadly died a few months before Atlas was born, peacefully with you and Finnick by her side. Of course you were heartbroken, but you also knew you would meet again in your next life.
The drums started to play as Atlas tugged on your hand making you look down at him.
“Mama, are you okay? Daddy’s crying.”
You look at Finnick who, sure enough, had tears rolling down his cheeks before he wiped at them.
“Yes baby,” you whisper, your own eyes filling with tears. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m amazing, I’m so, so happy.”
“Well, come on!”
You laughed as he tugged you down the aisle, waving at everyone as Haymitch and Effie grin at you. You smiled widely at them, wiping at your cheeks as you finally got to the dock where the drums stopped.
Atlas ran around you both, running to Cinna who sighed loudly.
“And at last, the day has finally come,” he says, announcing it to everyone here. “Where the King and Queen of Panem are getting married again.”
You can feel the rope being wrapped around you both, your hand holding one end as you stare up at Finnick who leaned his forehead against yours. Cinna continues to speak as Finnick takes the other end, Katniss and Peeta stepping forward to do the same thing they did the first time, but this time, they cut off the previous rope from your wrists before melting the second one around again.
“I have a gift for you both,” Cinna says as the rope stays wrapped around you both, slowly taking a box from his pocket before opening it. “To add onto your rings.”
You gasped as he took out two more rings, one a thinner band with a pearl on it made for Finnick while the other was a vine-shaped gold with a pearl on it as well. He slips them both onto your fingers as you look up at Finnick, eyes watering as he sighed. “I fucking love you, Y/N Odair. I love you so much.”
You giggled, stroking his cheek. “I love you, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and in our next life.”
He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Until the end of time and in our next life, darling.”
“Give her a real kiss, Finnick!” Effie shouts, Atlas groaning in disgust as Finnick pulls his hand from the rope, both of his strong palms resting on your jaw as he pulls you closer, kissing you passionately.
You could taste the slight saltiness from the tears, but you groaned against his lips as you pulled him closer, lower. Everyone cheers as Atlas groans once again.
“Stop being nasty!”
You giggle as you pull away, smiling up at him again. “I love you too, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and when we meet in our next life.”
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This is the last chapter, omg. With a heavy heart, this is (kinda) the end! I will start taking requests for Finnick in this universe, the link to request is in at the top! Don't be shy my loves!
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 ||𝐇.𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲
summary : Haymitch finds solace in a friendship with young (Y/N). Now Haymitch is outside, watching. (Y/N) is in the Arena, fighting.
song inspo: "There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair" - The Great War by Taylor Swift
pairing : Haymitch Abernathy x fem!reader (platonic)
word count : 1.8 k
contains : angst, hurt no comfort, betrayal, found family trope, violence, some gore, death, this story is set way before Katniss and Peeta's games. Also, first time writing for this character so probably a bit OC Haymitch hahaha.
a/n : Here you have my first moodboard !!! I wanted to try and capture the vibes of the story in three images and I'm pretty proud of myself. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story :) PD: shoutout to @sarahisslytherin for being so supportive everytime I have a crisis hahaha. Comments are always appreciated 🩷
“I think it’s time I have another dose of that medicine they've sent'' she said as a cue for him to get up from his spot and hand her the remedy inside the metallic jar. (Y/N) had been sick for a day and a half and, even though it was the boy's fault that they had encountered the monster that had bitten her, she wasn’t holding it against him. She knew she could trust him ; at the end of the day, the male tribute from her district had made an alliance with her and she had been doing everything in her power so that he didn’t die. He stood up and handed her the jar.
Haymitch had awoken suddenly after falling asleep on the couch while watching the games in the room designated to the mentors. The constant worry was affecting his sleep schedule and his appetite detrimentally. Not for the boy, no ; he didn’t give a shit about that brat who had skipped all the training sessions and had dismissed his mentor every time he tried to give them valuable advice. He was anxiously picking his lips for her, for (Y/N).
People thought Haymitch had met her after the Reaping, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Ever since (Y/N) was little, she roamed the District streets in solitude, as her mother had died and her father was extremely neglectful towards her. A younger Haymitch had recently become the District 12's victor and was beginning to develop a certain addiction to alcohol when, one cold afternoon, he encountered a young child by the gates of Victors Village.
Her sparkly eyes caught his tired gaze and a stare contest began. "I don't have time for this bullshit" he crankly thought while looking away. She asked him his name and that if that big house was his. He turned around and wondered whether he should engage in a conversation with the child who obviously had no better place to be at. He noticed the kid was underfed and didn't wear any winter clothes. The heart that had stopped beating after surviving the Hunger games came back to life , like a phoenix being reborn from its ashes. From that day on a very special bond was created between the two unfortunate souls. He was still very grumpy and had a little problem with drinking, but (Y/N) made him want to do better. She was incredibly smart and her sarcasm was one of the very few things that made the former tribute laugh. Their talks and dinners were a secret to the rest of the world ; he couldn't risk hurting the girl he had grown to love as a daughter.
He soon discovered her birthday was the day after the Reaping. This year she would turn 19 and the panic the Reaping used to cause her would finally end. Just one more year of not getting chosen and she could live a peaceful life, just like she had always dreamed of. The latter year Haymitch had been talking about taking her in as his daughter, as her father had also passed away. But before that could happen, the most disgustingly ironic thing happened.
"(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)"
One day, she only needed one more day. But it seemed useless to whine about something that would not change anyway. The other tribute was a boy nobody really talked to, so neither she nor Haymitch had any idea of what to expect from him. To say that the mentor was devastated was an understatement. But he could not show it, his face impassible as ever instead.
He was there for every meltdown before the dozens of events, for every doubt she could have about how to make it out of the Arena alive, for every nightmare about what fate had planned for her. Haymitch observed with a worried frown how nobody approached (Y/N) during training week ; she was very astute but her mentor had stressed the importance of making alliances in order to have more chances to survive, and seeing how she was going to be all alone out there compressed his chest with acute pain.
He did everything in his power to prepare her for the multiple dangers she could be facing out there. Still, Haymitch’s mind couldn’t help but explore the darkest scenarios ; optimism was never one of his qualities. In the end, the apathetic boy from 12 decided to make an effort at the end of training season and he turned out to be a magnificent and stealthy climber ; he also started to get close to (Y/N) and they decided to team up. The change of attitude shocked Haymitch but since (Y/N) was much more calm and focused, he didn't put too much thought into it.
The District 12 mentor stared at the bright screen in front of him and watched how (Y/N) was sound asleep. The last 3 hours had been pretty dull on their part of the prefabricated habitat : he had gone out to collect some wood and after he had returned, he lit a fire and offered to watch out for any intruders while she slept.
Suddenly, Haymitch noticed how the young male had started pacing back and forth in a nervous manner. His instinct of suspecting of everything anyone does kicked in very quickly. The tribute started sobbing heavily as he wielded the dagger he had managed to obtain from the cornucopia a few days earlier. His shaky hands lifted the weapon in the air and, with all the strength the teenager possessed, he stabbed her.
The blade of his dagger penetrated her back with disturbing ease. He felt as if someone had put him on autopilot and, despite (Y/N) turning to feebly try to defend herself from the unexpected attack, he kept her still against the cold ground and continued to inflict the fatal wounds.
Her shuddering screams reached her assailant's ears like a distant echo. On the television, however, (Y/N)'s last words were perfectly understandable. His name. She was screaming his name. Haymitch couldn't quite detect whether the screams were a conscious call as a hurried form of farewell or a primal instinct in search of comfort triggered by a delusional pain that caused her to abandon all logic or coherent thought. If he had to bet, he would go for the second option, considering how quickly she was bleeding to death and the panicked expression on her face as she realized her life was rapidly coming to an end.
The stabs were becoming significantly weaker and that could only mean that the adrenaline rush that had originally enabled him to act in favor of his secret plan had slowly faded, only to leave him stranded in the tragic reality he had created. The screams stopped quite quickly, as she was choking on her own blood. The lack of cries caught the attention of the aggressor, who looked down and saw how (Y/N) breathed out for the last time. His shirt was a crimson mess. However, nothing could compare with the bloody puddle that was coming out of her body.
Leaving no time to mourn or process the scene in front of him, the Careers appeared and found the violent scene already over. Without an ounce of remorse or repulse, one of the District 1 tributes made their way towards the paralyzed teen and the corpse.
“There’s no time to waste. Give us her supplies, we’ll take them to our hidden spot in the skirts of the mountain. Meanwhile, you must go to the Cornucopia and bring some more food and weapons. You’ll join us later” The commanding voice of the male tribute intimidated the boy from 12 who obediently began to hand them what used to be (Y/N)’s : the matching axes, the food she had collected and had determined to be safe to consume, the medicine that was supposed to help her heal from the bites of the venomous creature.
Haymitch beheld the horrific scene shown on the gigantic TV totally disassociated from reality ; he couldn’t move but the uneasiness crawling up his skin created a tight and uncomfortable feeling that he urgently needed to shake off. How could the boy be so stupid, so naive ? The Careers would kill him after he had completed the tasks they had ordered him to do; he was just a pawn in their master plan to win that hellish competition.
The camera pointed towards the interior of the cave where the body of the young woman laid still. Haymitch could barely recognize the corpse; that could not be the girl that brought light back to his life after living in the dark for so long or the young adult who respected him but also held him accountable when he messed up. No, that was not her. His brain could not assimilate the idea of her dying in such a vile and miserable way. That scum, poor excuse of a man would regret breaking his word, backstabbing his daughter like only a coward would.
He wished him a slow, painful and sanguinolent death. Actually, he wished he could have entered that damned Arena and done the job himself ; if you want something done right do it yourself, right? After a couple of seconds, the sound of the canyon and the image of (Y/N) projected in the sky appeared on the TV and as fast as they came, they disappeared from the screens, moving on to something much more entertaining for the expecting audience.
He quickly excused himself from the room before anyone could begin to notice the grief in his expression. In the quietness of his private room, he started wailing and throwing everything in his way around, tearing all his belongings to pieces as a way to channelize his pain. After a while, he stopped only to approach the drinks cabinet provided by the generous Capitol, and he poured himself one of the many drinks he would have that night and the days to follow.
His heart began to develop another stone wall around itself, but this time it would never ever be destroyed, not like (Y/N) had managed to all those years ago. This time he would drown all his sorrow and any kind of emotion in all the types of liquors he could find. He would close himself to the world ; nobody would carve him open again, nobody would get so close to the real version of himself. He vowed then and there to abandon all hope and just let the years go by until the arrival of his final day.
He exited the room only to sit on the balcony floor. While staring at the night sky, he felt a tear rolling down his left cheek ; after releasing a shaky breath, he raised the glass that contained his numbing remedy and murmured :
" 'till we meet again, sweetheart"
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Chapter One
Summary: Your 18th birthday came by like a flash, it was your last year until you could stop putting your name in the reaping and work in the coal mine. Everything was going smooth, until your name got pulled from the cup as the female tribute for the 69th annual Hunger Games.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,596
You stare out of the window of your family's little run down shack. It wasn't the best, the wooden floors creaked each time you or your siblings walked, the windows would barely close making it colder at night, and you could hear your parents arguing from the too thin walls. You were the oldest of three younger siblings; Fern, eight. Glenn, fourteen, and Grayson, sixteen. Today marked your eighteenth birthday which always fell on July 4th, or more specifically Reaping Day. You were nervous, as always, but giddy, if you could just get through the dreaded afternoon then you would be in the clear and start your early shift at the coal mine with your father.
You glance at the worn down clock at reside in your makeshift living room, it was four hours before two in the afternoon, when the escort for District Twelve would pick the names from the reaping bowl. You hadn't expected to survive this long, though you'd always hope you would. There was something in the air that made it seem like this year it would be different, like a good different, the type of different like you didn't have to fear for your life every year and the type of different where you didn't have to rely on a slip of paper to decide your future.
You pulled yourself off of the window seal and made your way down to the bedroom where you sleep with your siblings. Outfits, which were only used for special occasions such as these, were set on your bed. A nice blue dress that reminded you of the sky on clear days, the same for Fern and matching shirts and pants for Glenn and Grayson.
After bathing in the lukewarm water your mother left out for you, you pulled on your dress and helped Glenn button his shirt.
Your mind wandered towards the reaping and if, which it was a rare chance, you would get picked, you would have to deal with...Haymitch Abernathy. Even thinking about him made you cringe. You've seen him around the hob, drinking his days away at the makeshift bar and at sometimes you felt bad for him but you've seen his drunken outbursts and the way he treated people. You shook your head and glanced at the clock, an hour passed since you got dressed. The front door swung open and your father, who got the day off since it was a "federal" holiday, walked in. Fern squealed and raced into his arms, a protective feeling and wave of anxiety rushed through you as you realized that one day, little eight year old Fern would turn twelve and have to put her name in the reaping bowl.
You took a deep breath, she would have four more years until then, you had nothing to worry about.
Your father gave you a smile and you noticed he had something behind his back. Fern tried to look behind him but he gently pushed her away and walked over to you. "I heard it was someone's birthday," he said, pulling his arms in front of him and held a black and white puppy. You gasped "No way!" you exclaimed, you picked the puppy up and she instantly started licking your cheeks, "Did you talk to mom about this?" you asked, holding the pup close.
"Of course I did, stop worrying so much," he said, scratching the puppy behind her ears.
"Where'd you find her?" Glenn asked, coming into the hall.
"A co-worker had pups and gave them to whoever wanted em'" he explained.
Your mother walked in, wiping her hands on her apron, she smiled at her husband and her eyes landed on the puppy that was in your arms. Although she looked happy for you, you could tell she wasn't happy with the extra mouth to feed.
"Your cake is in the oven, I was thinking we could have it after the reaping," you mother said, kissing your forehead. You nodded "Yeah, that's fine," you said. Your mother nodded "Right, well, what are you going to name your puppy?" She asked and you shrugged "I dunno...I gotta think about it first."
Fern pouted and stomped her foot "I wanna puppy!" she whined and your father tutted "Fern, we don't act like that, the puppy is (y/n)s gift, not yours." Fern huffed but didn't say more.
You walked into your room and set the puppy on your bed and tried to conjure up some names.
You're mind wander back to the song your parents would sing you and your brothers at night, way before Fern was alive.
"How about Willow?" you asked the pup, it's tail wagged, possibly indicating that she liked it.
"Maybe when you're older you can go out hunting we me and dad," you told her.
Every Saturday and Sunday you and your father would go out and hunt, so you could illegally sell it in the Hob and your mother could fix food for the week.
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Hours passed and hugged your parents, brothers and Fern as you made your way towards the square where the reaping would take place. Fern, like every year, starts crying and holds onto you as your mother tries to get her off. You promise her you're going to be okay and make your way towards the huge group of other young women waiting their fate.
The escort, a young woman named Robin Daebreik, has been District Twelves escort for at least three years. According to the peacekeepers you regular hangout with in the hob, she is an incredibly strict and like you, can't stand Haymitch.
"Welcome, to the 69th annual Hunger Games," she began, her capital accent ran across the square, her bright colored red wig and too much makeup made her stand out between the emaciated children that stood in front of her.
You looked over towards the stage, usually the mentor, ergo Haymitch, would stand near the mayor. You spotted him, his messy dirty blonde hair was unkept and greasy and you cringed at the thought of being near him.
"As always, we will start with the girls," she walked over to the reaping bowl, put her hand in and pulled out a white slip of paper. You could hear and see the girls around you freeze and whimper in fear. Friends and sisters alike grabbed onto each others hands. You froze to and your breath felt like it was caught in your throat.
She opened the slip and her pursued lips let out nine words that you never once in your eighteen years of living would hear.
"The female tribute for District Twelve is (y/n) Nightingale."
You froze for what seemed like forever before you forced your legs to move in between the other girls. Robin gave you a smile and motioned for you to come up onto the stage of the Justice Building. You could hear your mother cries from the back of the crowd and you could spot Glenn and Grayson looking horrified as they stared at you.
You glanced back at Haymitch, who caught your eye and smirked, you rolled your eyes and faced forward, waiting for Robin Daebreik to announce the male tribute.
"Now, for the boys," Robin continued once the crowd calmed down.
She put her hand in the boys reaping bowl and pulled out a single white paper, she unraveled it and said "The male tribute from District Twelve is Rowan Novak." You looked towards Grayson, you could tell he was about to raise his hand to volunteer as tribute, but you quickly shook your head, he had to take care of them and take over your place when you and your father went hunting during the weekends.
Grayson stayed down and Rowan, whos lightly tanned skin shone and his dark brown curly hair was unkept like he didn't mind brushing it at least for this "occasion" and his green eyes held a twinge of mischief.
"Well then," Robin giggled "Lets give it up for District Twelves tributes!" she exclaimed. Your mother was still sobbing in the back of the crowd and no one clapped. You and Rowan were escorted into the Justice Building and were held in separate rooms. The door opened and Grayson quickly walked over to you, his eyes were saddened and he looked grief-stricken, like you were already dead.
"Listen to me," you began, "you're going to have to step up, okay?" Grayson nodded "I-I will, but, what are you going to do?" he asked "You've never killed someone before," he finished. You put your arms on his shoulders "I'm going to be okay, alright?" he nodded and a Peacekeeper took him away and your parents, Fern, and Glenn replaced him. Your mother wailed and pulled you into a hug, her tears were soaking your dress and Fern whimpered from behind your father's leg.
"I'm going to be okay, Ma," you tell her, hugging her back. She sniffed and pulled away "You don't know that," she whispered "This isn't fair, we were supposed to go back home and eat your cake," she hiccupped out. Your father gently pulled her away and into his arms. You bent down to hug Fern and when your mom and her both left, your eyes filled with tears as your father pulled you into a safe, warm hug. He shushed you and you felt safe for a few moments until a Peacekeeper took him away.
After the door slammed shut, you looked around, you were alone, and absolutely terrified for what the future held.
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The Lucky One I
prologue - next chapter
YEARS HAD PASSED AND NOTHING ABOUT FINNICK ODAIR REALLY CHANGED, ALWAYS REMAINING THE KID WITH CUTS ON HIS HANDS AND HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE. Though, he was always annoyed at Eleanor for taking longer shifts than necessary at St Magdalene Rossetti and exhausting herself to an unneeded extent. That was his only complain, though Eleanor didn't care though. She preferred the serenity of a doctor's office over the dead silence of a house. Yes, she was only seventeen, but doctors in District 4 were a rarity, not to mention the teenager had been learning all you can about anatomy since she was eight.
She had decided that her potential future as a doctor was much more plausible than becoming a career, fully leaving the academy after Finnick's games just two years prior. Though both Annie and Finnick were annoyed at Eleanor, they both understood why she made her choice.
So, instead she traded her knives and spears for needles and a pair of surgical gloves, content with a life of service to her community. Every year she watched as innocent children were saved in reapings, and while she couldn't save them from the games, she could save them from the grief and guilt.
Eleanor Eves, District 4's local sweetheart, was nothing short than a gentle being with a softness for children, flowers, and her best friends, Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. If she wasn't working in St Magdalene Rossetti, she was always seen with them, mostly her and Annie tackling Finnick whenever they had a chance.
There wasn't a single bone in her body that allowed Eleanor the ability to take a life.
Breathing in heavily, Eleanor rubbed her eyes as she opened the door for Mr Ives, an older man with greying hair but warm eyes. Everyone knew of his unlucky streak down at the docks, always managing to cut his hands with the knives he weaved through the scales of fish caught at sea.
Mr Ives, a man who seemed to have a streak for always cutting his hand whenever he cut the fish, seemed overtly fond of the brunette for her sweetness. Men from The Quay had brought him in just fifteen minutes before and he had adamantly insisted only Eleanor stitch up his cut. He had known her since she began working properly and trusted her to work on his wounds after she had expertly patched him up after a nasty cut on his hand, something her mother's unsteady hands struggled to do. At the time, the thirteen year old was figuring out the busy environment of a doctor's office, and watched as her mother struggled to steady her hand over Mr Ives' bleeding wound. Eleanor had logically gone and took the instruments off her mother, patching him up quickly and without many words. Ever since then, it was always Eleanor who helped him.
"You know Sweetheart, you have a real talent," Mr Ives had remarked, wincing as Eleanor injected the Morphling into his arm. She unwrapped the cloth that had been tied over the cut, immediately wiping away any of the excess blood. She grabbed onto the thread, tying it to the needle, before exhaling as she began sewing up the cut.
Eleanor gave him a small smile. "Believe me I wouldn't be this good if you didn't get injured this much, Mr Ives." She laughed apologising as she saw him wince slightly from the sight of the needle. "How's Martha and the baby?"
He gave a laugh. "The little lady's getting proper done with the kid, I'll tell you that." Mr Ives was a sweet man, Eleanor always thought so. He had always given her family extra fish whenever he could spare some. He was eternally grateful for her mother helping his wife get through a nasty case of the flu two winters prior and by association, was in debt to Eleanor. "She keeps demanding I wash in the garden since she pukes whenever I'm near her after my shifts."
Eleanor shook her head. "She is seven months along now and fish does smell bad when it's on you." Eleanor ignored the playful glare Mr Ives gave her. She decided on changing the topic. "Do you guys have any name ideas?"
"None Sweetheart." He shook his head with a laugh. "Wanted to call her Eleri and Martha nearly throttled me. She said that name made her feel sick as a fish." She laughed as he rolled his eyes, mimicking Martha's thick District 4 accent with a shake of his head. Martha Ives had come from The Cove, a region seemingly alienated from the rest of District 4. Their accents stood out like sore thumbs and Martha's was thick and rich, something Mr Ives adored.
Eleanor grinned, finally finishing off the stitches. She finally cut away at the thread, patting down on the stitches before pulling out a bandage. She wrapped it carefully around the hand, finally nodding up at him as she finished. "There, you better go home now." She told the man with an authoritative tone. There was a hint of playfulness in her voice as she instructed him. "No fishing for at least a week. Keep the stitches dry and come back in about a week. Mary'll remove them then." She pulled Mr Ives into a hug, laughing as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Sweetheart you are an absolute gem!" He laughed. He reached into his pocket, trying to pull out any spare change he had, only for Eleanor to shake her head at him. "Oh come off it, it's the least I can do."
She shook her head adamantly. "Policy is policy, Mr Ives. We don't care about money here, we aren't struggling for it at all. Now go, I don't want to see you until Martha has the baby."
He kissed her on the cheek once more, getting up and leaving the room. Eleanor sighed heavily, grabbing the cup of water which sat on the desk and taking a sip. She yawned, rubbing her eyes slightly. Then, she finally heard his voice and sobered up, blinking quickly to wash away any feelings of exhaustion.
Finnick Odair despised the days where Eleanor worked longer than necessary. Sometimes, his hatred took the literal form of him storming into St Magdalene Rossetti, just like today. As much as he tried convincing her otherwise, often using the excuse that he misses her way too much, Eleanor always found herself spending most her days cooped up with foolish men who injured themselves down on the docks. It wasn't a bad job per say, just tedious with how frequently the same men came back constantly.
As Finnick walked in, Eleanor exhaled heavily.
There were several ways in which Finnick Odair could be here:
A. He's injured.
B. He helped someone get here injured.
or
C. He simply wanted to annoy her.
Most the time, well at least nowadays, C was always the most logical and most likely explanation. "I swear to god, Finnick, you better not be injured again!" Eleanor raged as she walked around the room, pulling out bandaids and gauzes. She could already hear his choked laughs, rolling her eyes as she finally got off the ground. Finnick was stood in the centre of the room, holding a bouquet of tulips, scratching his head with a bashful smile. Her eyes softened, a blush already brewing on her cheeks. "Flowers?"
"Tulips," He grinned as she finally stood next to him, Finnick moving to smell the tulips and sighing breathlessly. He watched with fond eyes as she grinned at the bouquet, clearly not expecting the gesture. "My favourite which should be your favourite."
Eleanor grinned, a small blush already coating her cheeks. She couldn't help the way her heart fluttered as she took the tulips, holding them up to her nose and smelling them with a sigh. She wondered if flowers meant anything to Finnick, and if so, did they mean anything because he was giving them to her?
"Flirt with me when I'm not working, Odair." She rolled her eyes as he audibly groaned, quickly moving to grab a vase from the window. She gave the flowers one last smell, placing them in the empty vase and turning to see Finnick simply grinning at her. She gave an exhausted smile, hoping her cheeks weren't obviously red. She hoped she could just pass them off as a small sunburn if they were. "Seriously, why are you here?"
"Can't a guy miss his best girl?" He gave a lopsided grin, bouncing from one foot to the other.
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Bother Annie, I'm sure she's not busy." She sighed, placing the bandaids down on the desk. She could feel Finnick's eyes on her, those stupid sea green eyes fixed on her figure as she finally took off her scrubs. "Don't tell me, you can't find her."
He nodded. "She's a good hider." Finnick scratched the back of his head with a bashful grin, watching Eleanor with a warm gaze.
"We always did beat you at hide and seek."
Finnick's eyebrows furrowed at Eleanor. "You mean, Annie, always beat me. You just followed her." He gave a laugh as Eleanor pushed him a way, scoffing in offence. Finally though, he held his hand out to her, looking at the clock momentarily before deciding for the both of them what they'd do next. "Come on, you're taking a break. Tell Ida and Margaret you're clocking out. You need a break."
Eleanor shook her head. "No, I've only got," she paused, looking at the clock before counting in her head. "four more hours." But it seemed as though Finnick wasn't having it, grabbing onto Eleanor and dragging her out, much to her protests. It seemed as though both Ida and Margaret were elated seeing the pair, waving Eleanor off with grins. "Finnick!"
Finnick grinned back at her, practically skipping alongside her. "You've been working all day! Have some fun!"
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FINNICK HEADCANONS .ᐟ
finnick odair x fem!reader
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𓇼 finnick odair who snorts with tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes when he laughs too hard. when you two share jokes and bring up funny moments you had together.
𖦹 finnick odair who loves flustering you with pickup lines and snarky comments, but covers his face with the palms of his hands when you get him back. behind those hands is a pretty, dimpled smile and blushed cheeks that scream 'i love you.'
𓇼 finnick odair who finds comfort in holding your hand. tracing little shapes on your knuckles with his calloused yet soft fingertips.
𖦹 finnick odair who bought you a surfboard that matches with his for your birthday. he customized it to fit you, with little drawings of pearls and sea stars that remind him of you along it. when not in use, it's on full display in your shared bedroom as your prized possession.
𓇼 finnick odair who loves play fighting with you. who lets you jump on him, giggling, and every now and then knock him down. who lets you straddle over him and playfully punch his shoulder. it makes him happy to see you having fun, not to mention he has fun too, laughing and manhandling you off of him.
𖦹 finnick odair who always wants you there with him when he's taking a bath or shower. he finds comfort in water itself, so it's only fitting that he gets to have his pretty girl with him. he always finds a way to make it fun when you two bathe, sitting on opposite ends of the tub and shaping little creatures out of the bubbles.
𓇼 finnick odair who can't even pretend he doesn't like it when you wear his clothes. it makes his heart swoop when he sees you walking around in one of his tee-shirts, especially when in public.
𖦹 finnick odair who randomly picks you up to kiss your lips whenever he wants. you two could be in a meeting in thirteen and he'll wrap your legs around his waist to get as much of your lips as he wants. it causes glares from haymitch and coin, but does he really care if you're right there with him?
𓇼 finnick odair who will always be there to be a shoulder to cry on. more than that, even. he'll comfort you until the end of time. finnick will always and forever be there to support you, help you after your nightmares, to kiss your forehead with passion and wrap has arms around your shaking body, acting as a shield from whatever horrors were brought by the capitol.
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Other victors find out you and Johanna are dating 😭
finnick would lowkey be like "i told you so" while annie comes up with ship names for the two of you. peetas congratulating you and katniss just doesn't give a damn LMAO 😭 cashmere would lowkey be super sweet about it but gloss would throw in a smart comment and she'd have to whack him in the ribs for being so rude. beetee and wiress will give in depth timelines for how long they think you're gonna last. haymitch doesnt care but he says something along the lines of "lets go lesbians" to show that he supports you HAHAHAHAH 😭
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𓆩[in our next life || III]𓆪
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.6K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and other foul language || no smut this chapter || mentions of wanting children || Finnick gets a little frustrated, but it doesn't last very long || you and Katniss have a talk || mentions of forced prostitution || baby names inspired by water || pregnancy test || eating shared candies if that makes sense || you and Finnick cry together, this chapter is really more fluffy and you and Finnick are just loving each other || (All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)
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When the interview with Caesar was over, you collapsed into Finnick’s arms, sobbing. You didn’t care who saw, it didn’t matter who saw. As much as you needed Finnick in one area of your relationship, you needed him even more emotionally.
“You did good, darling, so good,” he whispered into your hair, fixing himself to sit down on the floor as your fluffy dress pooled around your sitting form. “Look at me, darling, you did so good.”
You inhale, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. His thumb rubs your chin, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. “I love you, Y/N. Every part of you, forever and always.”
You exhaled, nodding. “I love you, Finnick. Every part of you, until the end of time.”
You hear footsteps as you lay against Finnick’s chest, his fingers drawing patterns against your bare upper back. You probably looked insane as you looked up, tears staining your perfect makeup, but when you saw Peeta and Katniss, you smiled. Your arms wrapped around Finnick’s shoulders as he pulled you closer, inhaling as Katniss paused.
“Smile, Katniss,” you say, exhaling. “It helps them believe you.”
You saw her fists relax as you nodded at her. She nods back, a slight smile developing on her lips before you giggled. “Wider, honey. If I can’t stop these games, maybe you can, Mockingjay.”
Her brow ruffled as Cinna ran over. “Y/N, darling, your makeup! Come on, we need to fix it.”
Finnick sighed. “Cinna-”
“Of course, Cinna,” you smiled as you stood, stepping off of Finnick. “Will you come with me?”
He nods as you grab onto the edge of his shirt, his other quickly taking both of your shaking hands into his own. You smiled at Peeta and Katniss, mouthing ‘smile’ at them as Cinna took you down to the salon to fix your makeup. “I like the blue, Cinna, put more of it please.”
He smiled, nodding as he does as you say. Finnick’s lips stay pressed to your skin, anywhere from your shoulder to the back of your hand. He watched the interviews of Peeta and Katniss, gasping when Peeta pulled the same trick he did. “Guess everyone has baby fever, don’t they?”
You hum. “I hope so. Maybe the more babies we make, the more they’ll want to shut down the games.”
“I wish that was how it worked, Y/N,” Cinna whispers, smiling sadly. “What names were you thinking?”
You purse your lips, pausing. “Finnick, of course,” you say, making him laugh as Finnick squeezed your hand before sighing. “I’ve always loved the name Nautilus. Or Atlantis.”
Finnick smiled. “I like those.”
You laughed before Cinna turned you back into the mirror. “You like?”
You smiled, nodding when you saw how beautiful the makeup looked. “I love Cinna.”
He grins. “Perfect. Now go, you’re going to be late!”
You quickly get out of the chair as Finnick grabs your hand, quickly leading you down to the stage so you both can raise your hands together. You grab the person’s hand next to you, grinning as you raise your arms before Caesar announces, “And we will see them at the wedding of Panem’s Prince and Princess, Finnick and Y/N!”
Your mind was hazy as you went back to the room, leaning on Finnick for support with his hand in yours as you both stood in the elevator. It was quiet on the way up, his hand softly stroking your hair as you squeezed the other. “Fin?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Can you go get me a pregnancy test?”
He pauses as the doors open, walking in with you. “Why?”
“You made me think,” you whispered, sitting on the couch. “I just want to take one.”
Finnick scoffed. “Why if you think we’re going to die?”
You pause, looking at his form; his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps bulge, jaw clenched and eyes glaring down at the floor. “Fin, come on,” you say, sitting next to him to pull him down to the couch. “It was for effect, Finnick.”
“No, no it wasn’t,” he says, looking over at you, gaze softening. “You don’t think I will protect you? I promise you, I swear to you, I will get you out of that arena alive.”
You smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know you will, Fin,” you whisper, sighing. You let your fingers curl into his golden hair, softly brushing your nose to his. “I will do the same for you, and you know it.”
“You don’t have to protect me,” he says immediately. “It’s been my job to protect you since you were born. I’ve always, always protected you. Remember when we were little and that fucking asshole kept untying your nets and I fucking pummeled his ass? And then-”
“I couldn’t protect you when you were Reaped, Fin,” you say, remembering when his name was drawn and you fought against Peacekeepers to get to him. You ran onto the stage, ignoring the scolding of your mother and jumped into his arms, sobbing until you were dragged away from him.
“Finnick! Finnick, don’t go!” You wailed. He had just turned fourteen, you still eleven and unable to understand the point of the Reapings and what you were feeling.
“Y/N, go, please,” he whispers into your ear, his hands still at his sides. “Go before someone kills you.”
“No! No, I'm not leaving you! Finnick, please, please don’t go. Don’t leave me, you promised,” you sobbed into his shoulder, arms around his torso. “You promised.”
His hands twitch as they slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’ll come back. I promise you.”
And he did. He did come back, but two years later, you went too when you were fifteen. And then, you came back.
Even then, nothing was the same as when you came back. After being sold by Snow, you and Finnick’s relationship was broken. You both blamed the suffering and traumas of the other on yourselves, and because of that, you stayed apart for about a month. It was even more torture than the literal torture of Snow, and when you both saw each other again, you never let the other go since then.
“Let me protect you now.”
He inhaled shakily as you pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We’ll protect each other, Y/N,” he says, kissing you again. “I swear on it.”
You smiled as he paused. “I’ll get you that test.”
You nodded, thankful as he opens the door, and when you don’t hear it close, you look over the couch. When you see Katniss standing there, Finnick’s arms crossed as he raised a brow. “Can I help you?”
“I want to speak with Y/N,” she says before Cinna comes into view.
“Finnick, darling, the rings are done.”
You jump over the couch, still in your long flowy dress. “Cinna! Let me see!”
“Ah!” Finnick says immediately, pushing you away. “No, you can’t see until tomorrow.”
You pouted, whining. “Fin, come on!”
He laughs, pushing you back slightly. “Go. Katniss, come in, Cinna, walk with me.”
You pout as he walks over, kissing your lips. “Get changed, darling. I’m sure it’s hard for you to walk around in that.”
You giggled, brushing your lips against his again. “I love you.”
He stroked your head. “I love you more.”
Finnick walks out, leaving the door open for Katniss to walk in. You hummed as she slowly closed the door. “Where’s Peeta?”
“Speaking with Effie and Haymitch.”
“Oh? So you’re here alone?” You giggled as you walked toward your room, looking back. “Can you untie my dress for me?”
Your words make her inhale, but she steps forward to let her nimble fingers tug at the satin string that tied up your dress. Easily, she gets it undone, and you let it fall from your form and step out of the dress and corset. She gasped as you walked toward the closet, basically completely nude besides your lacy panties that did little to nothing to cover you up. You pull on one of Finnick’s oversized shirts, opting to not wear bottoms as you come out and sit on your bed.
“Well? What can I do for you, Katniss?”
“What is up with you and Finnick?”
You raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“You’re the Prince and Princess!” She yelled, covering her mouth soon after. “You both just… you, especially, you’re like… like-”
“Undeniably attractive?” You say, outstretching your leg with a giggle before leaning back on your hands. “Sexy? The epitome of lust?”
Her face falls. “I’m leaving.”
You laughed. “I’m playing! What’s your question again, Kat? Kitty Kat? Can I call you that or-”
“Why are you so self absorbed? Princess like?”
You giggle. “I was in the public’s eye since Finnick’s games. I was his girlfriend, Katniss, and when I was reaped two years later, we suffered the same fate over again,” your smile disappears. “Finnick and I’s lives are not everything you see on TV, Katniss. Even if you didn’t watch our show.”
She grimaced. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You’re lucky you survived with Peeta, Katniss. Lucky that Snow wants you dead.”
She glared. “How is that lucky?”
You don’t look away from her, slowly hiking up your shirt. “Because it’s better than him wanting you alive,” you said, showing her a mark on your upper thigh that Cinna always covered with makeup. “Do you know what this is, Katniss?”
She pauses, but shakes her head.
“This is the mark of the people sold by Snow,” you say, pressing on it. It disappears for a few seconds, but comes back. “Only some know what it is. It’s impossible to take off, I have scars to prove it,” you say, pressing on it again to see the faded scar before it comes back. “Your games weren’t even a year ago. If Snow loved you like he did me and Finnick instead of wanting you dead,” you stand, walking in front of her to force her back against the wall. “Then you would’ve gone through the same things as us and come out just as twisted. Maybe worse.”
She inhaled, choosing to stay quiet as your fingers slowly stroked her hair. “You’re beautiful, Katniss,” you say. “And I’m glad you didn’t suffer like us. We do what we have to to survive, Katniss, and if being a whore in both the light of a camera reluctantly and behind closed doors willingly, then so be it.”
You hear the door open, stepping back. “I’m sorry- I am.”
“I don’t need your apologies, Everdeen,” you say, sitting back on the bed as Finnick walks in. “I need you to do two things for me,” you raise a finger. “One, I need you to be my maid of honor. The girls who get pregnant together, stay together. It’s good for popularity.” You raise your second finger. “Two, I need you to end these fucking games. For all of our sakes.”
Finnick pops a candy into his mouth, tapping your chin making you look up at him. He holds your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting the candy slide into your mouth. You smiled, cherry flavor popping into your senses before you pulled away. “My favorite.”
He smiles. “Good thing I have more then,” he says. “Can I have another kiss?”
You giggle, nodding as you pull him on top of you.
“I’m leaving,” Katniss says immediately, turning around before you hum against Finnick’s lips.
“Oh! Wait!” You say as Finnick quickly got off, moving the bag he got before collapsing onto the bed. You go to your dresser, pulling out the box that Cinna had given you after the interview with a gift for the person you chose to be your maid of honor. As much as you wanted it to be Mags, you didn’t want to bring her out to the Capitol to watch you go back into an arena you only wanted to escape.
You took it out, ignoring the two boxes that held your matching gold bracelets before closing the drawer. Turning, you hand her the box. “For you and Peeta. Matching. I want you to be my maid of honor and Peeta to be Finnick’s best man. It works out that way.”
She slowly takes it, gasping when she opens it. She slowly takes out the necklace, cascading pearls wrapped in gold rope chains to cover her entire chest like a throwing net. She grabs the other, a thick rope chain with pearls studding each intertwined link for Peeta. “This looks-”
“Expensive? It is. Do you know how hard it is to get pure gold these days? Everyone wants those new carbon things but no, I want the classics,” you smiled as you went to the bed, quickly crawling over Finnick’s legs to sit on his lap. You push the candy around your mouth, covering it in your spit before leaning down, watching his mouth lull open obediently and let the cherry flavored candy fall into his mouth. You giggled, lulling out your tongue to lick at his own before looking over at Katniss. “Get to the estate at around nine in the morning. Finnick and I will be there earlier, but you know it’s bad luck when a groom sees his bride. Cinna’s assistants will begin dressing you when you get there.”
Katniss nods. “Okay, I will uhm… we’ll be there, all of us.”
You smile. “Sounds good. Make sure Haymitch and Effie wear black! If I see one speck of color, she’s leaving.”
Katniss laughs slightly. “Okay. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
You look up, smiling at her. “See you tomorrow, Katniss.”
With that, she leaves as a loud crack makes you look down at Finnick who chews on the candy. He grinned, his tongue stained pink as you kissed his lips. You groaned as he pulled your hips into his own, rutting them softly into yours before his hands squeezed your sides. “You gonna take that test?”
You almost forgot about it, but you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” He whispers, hands stroking your side as you inhale shakily.
“Yes.”
He lifts you up, taking you to the restroom, slowly setting you down onto the ground. You go to the toilet, sighing as you slowly pull down your pants and opening up the test. Quickly, you do your business, clean yourself off and wash your hands before tapping on Finnick’s shoulder.
You whimper into his back, rubbing his arms. “Fin, I’m scared.”
He turns around, stroking your cheeks. “It’s okay to be scared, darling. Just remember I’m here and I’m here to help you, to protect you, to save you.”
You sobbed into his hands, gasping as the timer Finnick must have set and quickly grabbing the test. You inhaled shakily, the words Negative not registering in your mind.
“Y/N, honey?”
“I really wanted it to be true, Fin,” you whisper, your eyes burning almost as though there were no more tears left to cry. “I really wanted to be pregnant with your baby.”
A choked sob fell from Finnick’s mouth, his arms immediately pulling you into his chest as you both crumbled to the ground. You sobbed into his chest, his hands pulling you into his lap as you rubbed his shoulders and he rubbed your back. “We’re going to get out of there alive, my darling. I promise.”
This time, you believed him. Looking up, you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”
“I love you, Y/N L/N. Forever and always.”
“And when we meet in our next life.”
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only angel
FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!READER
note: takes place during the third quarter quell!
summary: through your alliance with katniss, you and finnick rekindle some buried feelings.
wc: 3.5k
tw: cursing, the different death traps within the arena
only angel (2)
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Haymitch’s voice was sharp as he led Katniss and Peeta through the list of their new competition.
Your face lit up the screen, a smile as you took your place next to Brutus, your district-mate. Who you’d soon need to kill.
“Y/N L/N. District Two.”
“In the Capitol, they call her the angel,” Haymitch laughed, taking a swig from his flask after pointing to you.
“She looks harmless,” Peeta commented, noting your smaller-build as compared to other victors, especially Brutus.
“Trust me, she isn’t,” Haymitch shook his head, walking to the other side of the screen.
“The angel of death. One of the youngest Victors ever, winning the 68th games at 15. A Capitol favorite, but very different than the rest of the careers.”
Katniss and Peeta looked at each other in confusion. Considering you were from Two, you would’ve been a key member of a career pack.
Haymitch noted their expressions and continued, “she killed her career pack the first night. It was three versus one, very gruesome. But the Capitol loves her, and she’ll likely get lots of sponsors. The other careers will be hesitant to ally with her, including Brutus, who she publicly hates. Try not to make an enemy of her, she’s extremely well-trained in combat, especially with swords. Highest kill count the games had seen in years, around ten tributes.”
It was common that Career packs turned on each other as the games progressed, but to kill off the whole pack in one night was almost unheard of.
Katniss and Peeta remembered your games, they remembered watching as you slit your district-mate’s throat, and when you broke another’s neck while sitting on their shoulders. They remembered watching you in the final moments, taking out both tributes from Eleven with one sword, going through both their abdomens. You always put on a show for the Capitol citizen’s, killing the other contestants in the most gruesome ways possible.
And they knew that they definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of one of your death tricks.
“Why would we ally with her if she’s just going to kill us the first night, like she did her other games?” Katniss’ voice was hard and her lips were pressed in a straight line.
“Don’t we have that threat anyways? From all the other tributes as well?” Peeta asked Katniss, trying to get her more accustomed to the idea of an ally.
“The other Careers will steer clear of her, I recommend finding a way to get her on your side. The last thing you want is the Careers and the Angel hunting you.”
Katniss and Peeta both made a note to introduce themselves tomorrow during the parade, wanting to asses the angel of death themselves.
You scoffed looking down at your outfit, a thin, short bodycon dress that was golden, and a long flowing black and gold cape that reached the floor.
You had on knee-high boots, adding to the obvious sexual-appeal of your outfit. You would’ve killed your stylist on sight if it weren’t for the many other tributes and people around.
And of course, she had strapped you into a set of golden wings, always playing into the sardonic nickname you had been given all those years ago.
The sponsors loved it however, and you knew exactly how to play into the palms of their hands.
Brutus was in a matching get-up — without the wings, of course—, flexing his arms, waiting for a response from you. You hated him, and made it very well known.
You turned away, refusing to give a reaction. God, you detested your district. The only thing good that ever came out of the games for you was the money, which helped you and your family greatly, but you found your fellow Victor incompetent and selfish.
Your somewhat blissful bubble of isolation was broken when Finnick approached you, the two tributes from Twelve trailing him.
You rolled your eyes, rather dramatically, and stepped down from the Chariot, not missing the obvious ways the two men’s eyes raked up and down your very exposed body.
“I’ll make note of those stares when I decide to kill you,” you smile, earring a chuckle from Katniss. At least someone found it funny; you didn’t.
“And this is Y/N, my lovely friend,” Finnick announced, snaking an arm around you.
You and Finnick had a short-lived relationship a few years back, after you had won your games. He had won his very young, just like you had, and the two of you bonded over the shared trauma.
Snow had destined you to the same unwilling fate as Finnick, selling your body and pride to anyone interested in the Capitol.
Your brief love story ended after a rather bitter fight, you and Finnick throwing around baseless accusations.
You hadn’t talked to Finnick in over three years, other than the surface-level and small-talk conversations you shared at various parties and Victor events.
“Hardly a friend, but you know,” you smiled, pushing Finnick’s arm off your body.
If he was hurt by your action, he didn’t respond, and ushered for Peeta and Katniss to introduce themselves.
Finally, Peeta broke the tension.
“I’m Peeta, and this is Katniss,”
You recognized them, but honestly didn’t care. You knew Katniss could be a strategic killer but Peeta really didn’t have any skills other than his strength, and you figured he’d be an easy target.
“If we were under different circumstances, I’d say it’s nice to meet you. But I don’t think I should say that to someone I’ll be killing in a few days,” you laughed, the sickly-sweet one that you faked for the Capitol citizens. They loved you, more than they loved the star-crossed lovers. And you were not about to let two teenagers forget their place. 
Katniss’s face was hard, but Peeta broke an awkward laugh, eyes averting your gaze. Finnick was still smiling, trying hard to keep himself from laughing at your depreciating jokes.
You suddenly pointed to Katniss, a fire burning beneath your eyes.
“You’re the one who killed my Cato,” your voice was hard, almost… emotional?
Peeta’s eyes widening, remembering the boy from Two who almost killed them both. The boy you likely poured hours of training and dedication into.
“It was him or Peeta,” Katniss speaks, refusing to break your intense eye-contact.
You cock your head to the side, silently challenging her.
Cato was a strong warrior, fierce and powerful. You had high hopes he would win, unrelenting confidence in him. You mentored him the way Enobaria had mentored you… made him into a friend.
Looking back, you knew you had become too attached to the boy, but he was your shot of proving to everyone that you still had it in you. To not discount you.
Only other mentors would know the pain of becoming close with a tribute and then watching them die.
You didn’t respond to her, instead pursed your lips and held back a scoff, knowing he would’ve won if it weren’t for the Capitol’s adoration of the lovers from Twelve.
“I apologize for her crudeness. The games bring out her nasty side,” Finnick smiles, hiding a wince when you lodge your elbow into his ribs.
“Tiny but mighty!” He squeaks out, hand rubbing over where you just jammed him.
With one final rake over your unsuspecting body, Katniss grabbed Peeta and ushered him away. Much to your dismay, Finnick stayed next to you.
“I’m making us allies, Y/N. At least act a little civilized!” Finnick’s voice was low but stern, earning a scoff from you as a response.
“You think I’m going to fight alongside you?” You wonder aloud, narrowed eyes barring into his.
He looks slightly taken aback, eyes widening before he composes himself once again.
“Fine. I’ll see you later,” he brushes you off, walking away to his own Chariot.
You had your own friends in this game. Johanna, and… well that was really all. And you knew Johanna would want to work alongside Finnick as well.
You determined it wouldn’t be the end of the world, it would give you the ability to ensure that he wouldn’t be killed.
But that meant that you’d have to kill him in the end, right? There was only one winner, and you didn’t want to have to turn on your friends like you did the other Careers in your games.
The next day, during training, Katniss approached you alone.
She watched from behind as you practiced with Johanna, a sword in each hand blocking her repeated swings with her axe.
“No lover boy?” You asked, turning around and the swords lowering to your sides.
Johanna smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was one of the few who you didn’t dish out attitude to.
“Wanted to get to know you myself, Angel of death,” Katniss spoke, voice steady and unwavering.
You lightly tilted your head to the side, smirking at her use of your infamous nickname.
“Well here I am! An Angel in the flesh. What can I do for you, girl on fire?”
“If you teach me some of your combat tricks, I can teach you how to use a bow?”
You quirked a brow at her offer, Johanna stifling a laugh behind you.
“I know how to shoot a bow and arrow,” you replied. Katniss’s face didn’t falter, but she stayed silent for a moment before responding.
“Not like I do.”
You finally gave in, letting her instruct you how to properly pull the string back and which eye was most ideal for accuracy.
You worked with Katniss and found her company rather enjoyable. According to Enobaria, Katniss reminded her of you. Stubborn and combatant.
She was funny, usually without meaning to be, and as much as you hated to admit, your craftsmanship with the bow did increase. Even after just a few practices with her.
In the second day of training, you were teaching her how to effectively wield a knife, and where the best places to aim for were.
A few other tributes had gathered around to watch before you scared them off, mock-lunging at them from your spot on the mat.
“Making friends, are we?” Finnick’s voice cut through the sounds of Katniss’s grunts as you pinned her to the ground, snatching the blade from her hand.
You rolled your eyes and stood up, sticking out your hand for Katniss to take.
“Better than you, yes,” you smiled, hauling Katniss’s body up off the ground.
Katniss thanked you for the help and then excused herself, slinking back over to where Peeta stood with Mags.
“Finally taking my advice, it seems,” Finnick triumphantly smiled, watching you scowl.
“She wouldn’t make a bad accomplice,” you answer back, though slightly abashed.
“Mhm. Looks like we’re gonna be on the same team,” he picks his trident off the wall of weapons and you gesture for the mat you had just stepped off.
“Wanna go a round?”
You watched with annoyance as Cashmere and Gloss stood with Ceaser, fake crocodile tears down both their faces.
You agreed with all they were saying, but you couldn’t stand the faux-ness of everyone around you. You knew in a few moments it would be your turn, and you’d have to get up on that stage and act like the sweet little girl they all remembered you as. But you had changed, and all because of their stupid games.
“Everyone, please welcome our favorite angel, Y/N L/N of District Two!”
You plastered a grin on your face as you waltzed out, a large sun-inspired headpiece catching the attention of the audience.
Your halo, as they all would say.
You waved, laughing at every joke Ceasar cracked.
“We are so glad to have our Capitol’s Angel back, aren’t we everyone?!” Ceasar’s stark-white smile was bright and you mimicked it, blushing as the crowd cheered your name.
“Now, Y/N, it’s been seven years since you won your games. How do you think this time it will be different?”
You knew it was coming, the questions about your game. You hated speaking about it, but it was all a part of winning.
“Different? Oh, Ceasar, we both know this won’t be the last time you’re gonna see me!” You giggled, the crowd roaring with excitement over your confidence.
His laugh boomed through the auditorium and you smiled, having him eat right out of your palm.
He complimented your hair piece, noting that it was the perfect halo for the perfect Angel. You smiled, feigned innocence. Anything to get you sponsors.
“Our sweet Y/N, I don’t know how we’re going to let you go!”
“Well, you don’t have to!” You smiled again, the audience awe-ing.
“You all have been so gracious to me, so wonderful. I couldn’t have possibly been given a better life if it weren’t for you all,” you gestured out to the audience.
“You flatter us,”
“No, no. Just know that I’m not going by choice. And I would chose to stay with you all if I had the option.”
You shed a stray forced tear from your face, slightly smudging the makeup your prep-team had spent hours doing.
The audience loved it, continuing to play into your sweet facade.
How ironic. A sweet innocent angel who turns into a brutal murderer.
They roared as you stood up and gave them a small bow, before joining Brutus and the siblings up in the stands. The three of them offered you glares, knowing you had out-done them in sponsorships.
You watched impatiently as the other districts rolled in, holding in a gag when Finnick professed his love to a girl back in the districts.
The idea of him having a girl waiting back in Four caused your stomach to begin to hurt. How did he find someone else when your nights were spent alone in a cold bed?
You were jealous, though you wouldn’t admit it out loud. You were too stubborn for your own good.
You knew it wasn’t true though, just a ruse for possible sponsors and sympathy. You had done the same.
Finally, after Peeta had stepped down from the stage, you were all allowed to retreat back to your floors.
You laid in bed that night, every possible scenario wracking your mind. These weren’t gonna be like your games. There was no way.
These competitors, they were ruthless and driven, just like you. They had won once, just like you.
How the hell were you going to win this?
The first thing you noticed as you were brought to the surface was how hot it was. Blazing sun beating down onto your covered skin.
You didn’t let yourself focus on for long, and you looked to each side, Johanna on your left and the male tribute from Six on your right.
Johanna nodded to you, and you returned the gesture. She had snuck to your room last night and told you the plan. Haymitch had pitched it to her before the interviews, and your only job was to keep Katniss safe until Plutarch and Coin could retrieve all of you.
You took in your surroundings, lots of water — you were an excellent swimmer, you’d be fine —, a large cornucopia in the middle (easy enough if you’re fast), and dense forests with sand. The sand left a bad taste in your mouth, reminding you of your games, which had been in a desert.
You never wanted to see sand again in your life.
But you’d push through it, the idea of being rescued by Thirteen and finally getting to live in peace resonated in your mind, you knew who the real enemy was.
The sound of the familiar gong sounded out, and you dove into the water, moving your limbs as fast as you could.
You were small, but damn, you were fast.
You reached the Cornucopia in record time, lunging for your two swords, and then throwing a belt of knives around your body.
You turned, knife quickly entering the abdomen of the girl of Eight.
Gloss grinned at you from behind the girl, and you scowled back, running back down the middle to get to the sand.
You found Wiress in the middle of the rocks, and tugged her with you, finding Johanna and Beetee a little ways away.
“Let’s get as far as we can,” Johanna announced, axe glistening in her hand.
The four of you walked for what felt like hours, Beetee and Wiress whispering about something relating to technology that you didn’t care about.
Finally, once nightfall neared, you set up camp. Wiress and Beetee offered to stay up, and you and Johanna had no problem allowing that, drifting off to sleep against a tree.
The next day came quickly, the four of you trying to gain more ground and hopefully find Finnick, Katniss, and Peeta.
You had watched Mags’s name flash across the sky last night and felt your heart-strings tug, wishing you could console Finnick.
The landscape was vast and there was lots of vegetation, your sword becoming very useful to get through the thick plants.
You and Johanna walked behind the two tech-savvy’s, silence as the two of you tried your hardest not to trip.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” you groaned, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
Johanna hummed, but before she could respond, the sound of rain echoed around your bodies.
You cried in happiness, opening your mouth to take in the water.
As soon as the first drop hit your tongue you knew, eyes widening in realization.
“It’s blood! Run!” You screamed, tugging Beetee as you barreled to the ground, running through a thick fog of blood.
Who’s — you didn’t want to know.
You stumbled around in the dark, blood coating your entire body. You were choking on it, coughing and sputtering, not caring anymore if Beetee and Wiress were following.
Your foot caught on a root, and you went tumbling down, one sword being thrown to a side, out of your view.
The belt of knives sat snug around your waist, your other sword still in your palm.
You shrieked as you fell, Johanna’s voice distant as she called your name.
You hit a tree, back bracing most of the impact. You groaned, slightly pushing yourself up off the ground.
A hand gripped your bicep, tugging you off the ground. You weren’t entirely sure who it was, but they shoved your other sword back into your hand, and gave you a push forwards, encouraging you to keep moving forwards.
You obliged, using one sword as a brim to keep the blood rain from your eyes.
“Y/N! Y/N!”
You now could hear Johanna more clearly, her hands grabbing you and pulling you into the sand, Beetee trailing out after you.
Johanna repeatedly slapped your back, helping you cough out all the blood. You were gagging on the air, a hand on Johanna’s shoulder to steady yourself.
She pulled you towards the beach, helping you sit down in the water.
“Tick tock, tick tock,” Wiress mumbled behind you two, wandering around on the sand.
“Nuts,” Johanna shook her head, cleaning off her face as you did the same.
You winced as you moved down to clean your legs, a large gash across your thigh.
“Ouch,” Johanna commented, noting the blood pouring out the wound.
“Guess I sliced it when I fell,” you bit your lip as you tried to clean the wound, using the sleeve of your top.
“Y/N! Johanna!”
Your head snapped up at the sound of Finnick’s voice, a relieved smile spreading across your face.
You ignored the pain searing through your leg as you rushed to him, hands wrapping around his torso.
He stumbled back in shock, but quickly wrapped his arms around you, asking what was wrong.
“Oh, Finn, I’m sorry about Mags,”
You pulled back to look at his face, eyes softening over the clear sleep-deprivation.
As you went to take a step backwards, you winced, Finnick’s hands on your biceps to keep you from toppling backwards.
“What happened?” He asked, eyes scouring your whole body.
You would’ve answered if you had the strength, but you fell forwards, straight into his chest, losing conscious.
Johanna helped Finnick prop you against the tree, and Katniss went to retrieve water while Peeta tried to fish for something to eat.
Finnick tried his hardest to clean the wound while you slept, prying all the information out of Johanna that she could.
You awoke to Katniss pouring water over your leg, grunting as you sat up, eyes screwing shut in pain.
“Thank you,” you breathed out, Katniss nodding before walking away to Peeta.
“You had me so worried,” Finnick shook his head, eyes not leaving your face.
“Just a cut, Finn. I’m alright,” you assure him, eyes soft as they meet his own.
“I’m sorry, by the way,” you add on, turning slightly so you’re facing him.
He shakes his head but you continue, “for all those awful things I said to you…. It wasn’t right.”
You knew this was being broadcasted for all the Districts to see, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that he knew how much you regretted your harsh words.
His hand comes up to cup your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I’m sorry too, I said things I shouldn’t have.”
“We both did,” you lightly laugh, pulling a small smile from Finnick.
“I missed you,” he whispers, “you really scared me earlier. Thought I had lost you,”
You shook your head, leaning into his hand that still cupped your face.
“Could never lose me. Not now,”
You flutter your eyes closed as his lips meet yours. Your hands tangle around his neck and into his hair, both his hands on your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
All the unhatched feelings and emotions, the words the two of you wished to declare to each other, were poured into this kiss.
It was slow, passionate. Picking right up where you left off those years ago.
“Alright, love birds! Time to hunt!” Johanna exclaims, the two of you pulling a part. A light blush dots your cheeks and Finnick is wearing one of his stupid shit-eating grins.
Finnick stands quickly, helping you up. The pain is mostly gone, just a light sting as you all make your way back to the Cornucopia.
And you know then, that you’d die for him. Over and over. You’d lose these games, lose the war. Just to ensure that he’d live.
**
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a hunger games fic where there’s tension between reader and haymitch but he feels conflicted because of the age gap i don’t know lots of pining and angst so i can go insane
Drunk on You
Haymitch Abernathy x fem!reader
WC: 4k
CW: Drinking/being drunk; mentions of death and blood; age gap (legal and consensual- reader is 21)
A/n: Thank you for the request!! I'm so sorry this took so long. I have been in a writing rut and also very busy, but I hope you enjoy this! I know I sure did.
You’d been lucky enough to avoid mentoring the first two years after your games- your first year by claiming insanity and the second merely because of the abundance of victors in your district. But the Capitol, and Snow, were ravenous for the return of their Angel- the sweet, innocent girl they painted you to be despite the blood they knew was on your hands.
And while the nightmares of your games were as fresh in your mind as the day they started, you persisted nonetheless. You couldn’t afford to let anyone else die at your hands, even if the cost to you was great.
So the day of the reaping you stood by Mags’ side- four’s other mentor this year- as you watched kids be chosen to be sent off to their deaths like pigs for slaughter.
The girl, someone you barely recognized but knew you’d gone to school with, looked strong. Like a potential competitor. She was tall enough, fairly lean, and the definition in her arms was obvious. Her age- eighteen- was a benefit too.
Whatever her name was (you’d been too anxious to pay attention), would be your mentee this year while Mags took the boy.
The boy.
Finnick Odair.
And while the age difference between you two was large- almost 7 years exactly- you guys were close. Like sibling-level close. It took everything in your power to not let the tears brimming at your waterline spill.
The aftermath was a flurry of rushed goodbyes, heated whispers, and your begging Mags to just help you make it through the games.
Though every instinct screamed at you to put all your efforts into Finnick’s survival, your mind knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. The girl, your mentee, may not have meant something to you, but she certainly meant something to someone. And she deserved life just as much as Finnick.
It didn’t make it any easier though.
And in the nights, when the nightmares and fears came creeping in, you turned to drink.
That’s how you met Haymitch.
Haymitch Abernathy. Blonde, 31, borderline alcoholic, victor of the second quarter quell. And your new drinking buddy.
Apparently.
When you get to the bar in the Tribute Center the first night it’s totally empty except for a few Capitol stragglers giggling in a corner booth.
You take a seat at the actual bar and order from the bartender- a brunette avox who couldn’t be much older than you. You’re sure to be extra polite as you accept your drink and take a sip of the strong concoction. It burns and you know it’ll fuck you up just enough to take the sting off the emotions squeezing your heart.
“Drinking alone? Seem a bit young to be doing that, sweetheart,” a voice interrupts from beside you.
You turn to find Haymitch Abernathy standing next to you, his appearance a little disheveled, but still obviously very handsome.
“Not sure you’re the one to be making judgements, Abernathy. You even sober right now?”
He smirks at you a little, “only buzzed for now. Care for some company?”
You scan the blonde suspiciously and decide he’s basically harmless, “fine, but you buy the next round.”
The District 12 victor lets out a chuckle and slides onto a stool beside you, “thought you had more money than you knew what to do with, four.”
“So do you,” you remind him with a shake of your head, “anyhow, it’s not about the money. It’s about the principle. You’re supposed to be a gentleman.”
Haymitch doesn’t reward you with an answer, instead turning to the bartender and ordering two glasses of whiskey.
“What brings you to the bar so early in the games?”
“Wanted to fully reacquaint myself with the tribute center,” you huff dryly, “I’ve missed it sooooo dearly.”
“You’ll get used to it pretty damn fast. Especially now that the Capitol’s got its claws back on you, you won’t be able to escape it.”
He takes a sip of his drink thoughtfully, “I mean, their angel has made her return.”
A scoff escapes you in spite of yourself and Haymitch smirks.
“What would they think if they knew you were getting wasted with the Capitol’s most disappointing victor? Your reputation would be ruined.”
“Then maybe I should stick around you a little longer, Twelve. Let some of your bad energy rub off on me. Maybe even have them catch me leaving your room.”
Haymitch chokes on his drink and you smirk.
“What?! Catch you leaving my room like, like we?”
“Had sex,” you tease, “goodness Abernathy, I didn’t pin you for a prude.”
He rolls his eyes at you and huffs cockily, “me, a prude? Babydoll back where I come from I have a reputation. I’m just shocked that the Capitol’s perfect little angel could be so naughty.”
It’s your turn to choke when he sends you a wink, and you try to cover it with a cough.
“Looks can be deceiving, Abernathy.”
*****
You’re not sure if it’s the booze or the blaring music that’s giving you a headache. Or maybe it’s the relentless stares and unwanted approaches by dimwitted Capitol folks. Regardless, you want to be anywhere but here right about now.
A party. Celebrating. The arrival of tributes. The arrival of doomed children.
It makes you sick.
You forget someone is yapping away in your ear until they’re suddenly interrupted by your savior.
Haymitch.
“I’m sure the story you’re telling is lovely, really, but unfortunately we’re being pulled away for important mentor business,” he shares calmly, barely suppressing a smirk.
“Oh, oh. Yes, of course,” the blue-haired person before you chatters, “I’ll have to catch you another time.”
Haymitch, thankfully, is already pulling you away before they can make you answer.
The blonde pulls you through the crowd, hands intertwined, and you can’t help but shiver. You figure it must be the evening chill in the air.
You seem to be walking forever, further and further away from the party until the voices and music are a faint hum. He’s hidden the two of you away in one of the President’s many flourishing gardens. One that, surprisingly, doesn’t have a rose in sight.
When Haymitch finally comes to a halt you look at him and smile, eyes darting between his face and your joined hands, “what was all that for?”
He looks at you disbelievingly, “I was saving you.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him, “who said I needed saving?”
“The poor glass in your hand that you nearly squeezed to death.”
You once over the glass full of some colorful drink in your hand and shrug noncommittally, throwing it back and then setting the empty glass on the wall.
“I think you just wanted time alone with me, Abernathy. Seems like an awfully convoluted plan….showing up to the Capitol party, stealing me away so dramatically….”
He releases your hand and leans back against the wall, “don’t flatter yourself. I’m here for the free booze. I only brought you here out of the goodness of my heart.”
A scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes.
“Anyhow, you owe me now- for saving you. And for missing out on free drinks because of it.”
“Let me guess, with more booze?”
“How else?”
“I don’t know… a meal, a simple favor…. My friendship?”
Haymitch winces and taked a large gulp of his drink, “don’t think the last would be much of a reward.”
You go to slap his arm but he stops you, his hand grabbing yours.
“You’ve got wicked fast reflexes,” you choke out, trying to suppress the gasp that escapes your lips.
“I’m a victor, remember?”
When you look up at him, his smile seems to briefly vanish, replaced with something much darker.
You take his drink and finish it while squeezing his other hand.
*****
“You clean up nice.”
Haymitch looks more than disgruntled to be stuffed into a fancy suit and you can barely suppress your laughter.
“Shut up,” he grumbles under his breath.
It reeks of booze.
“What? I’m just saying it’s nice that you’ve changed up the homeless look.”
The blonde eyes you with a glare, “And I see they’ve stuffed you into another ridiculous costume.”
Haymitch is right. You do look ridiculous, and you’re not even the one on stage tonight. The white, feathery dress made for you was certainly intended to represent your angel persona. You think you look more like a white duck.
“I suppose it’s better than usual,” you scoff, flattening out a few ruffled feathers, “though it itches like crazy.”
You begin to fidget with your dress again as the group of mentors slowly gather in their assigned seats near the front of the auditorium. The shrill voices of an excited audience echo loudly throughout the room as you step inside. You prepare for the stares and whispers, donning your mask and armor bravely.
Still, your hands shake. Your body’s thrown back in time to your games. You can remember clear as day standing up on that stage as Cesar talked and prodded, guiding you right into the role that had already been decided.
Sweet. Innocent. Lovely. An angel.
You’d fallen for the trap, mistaking the net for a lifeboat.
And had you ever really escaped it?
The knots in your stomach are answer enough, and the seat soon before you is a welcome reassurance for your wobbly legs.
Somehow, you’ve ended up between Mags and Haymitch. The former smiles at you warmly, nodding in a way that is inexplicably reassuring. Deep down, you know that she’s telling you that Finnick will be okay. That you’ll be okay.
And when a hand lands on your knee, you’re doubly reassured.
“Stop tapping your foot, it’s even making me anxious,” Haymitch grumbles.
You still, turning to look at him apologetically.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just… weird being back. I feel like I’m back in my own games, being in this room again. I hate it.”
Haymitch shifts a little and you see him reveal a small golden flask in his hand.
“Want a drink?”
As tempting as it sounds, you shake your head, “I think I’d puke if I drank. And I want to be present anyway. Ready for anything.”
Your eyes flit to his hand still on your knee and you recall the pleasing warmth as he held yours those few weeks ago. Carefully, you reach out and intertwine your fingers, resting your clasped hands between you. At first he stiffens, and you think he’s going to pull away. But then, he doesn’t.
And the flask disappears into his pocket, unused.
*****
The blare of the horn through the speakers nearly sends you into a meltdown on the spot. It feels so deeply real to you, even though you’re miles away from the games. Your eyes are trained on your tribute as she sprints forward towards the cornucopia, and towards her potential death. Still, she’s technically a career, so you have hope that she’ll survive the bloodbath.
Your eyes stray to Finnick too and your stomach rumbles in worry. But you know that he’s strong and determined, so you try to relax.
Like usual, the bloodbath is ruthless and you can barely stomach it. It’s worse too because you have a stake in the outcome. Not just your own life or strangers’ lives, but someone you’ve trained, someone you care about.
It doesn’t register with you that the death of strangers might actually affect you more than you realize. In particular, the two tributes from twelve. They’re struck down quickly, as they often are, and your heart twists. While the death of children is certainly part of the cause, it’s the image of Haymitch that really pains you. Another year, another loss, and you wonder how he bears it. You suppose he doesn’t.
Hence, the booze.
Once the initial craziness of the bloodbath calms down and you’re sure that both your tribute and Finnick are safe, you go on a hunt for Haymitch.
It doesn’t take you long if you follow the trail of beer.
Not literally, of course, but the bar is certainly the right place to start. Haymitch is slumped over on a stool and your heart breaks a little.
“Drinking alone?” you say quietly.
The blonde looks at you unimpressed and you’re immediately taken aback by the pain swimming behind his eyes.
“Care if I join you?”
He hums noncommittally and you don’t take that as an outward no. After you take a seat you order a drink and sip silently for a few moments.
“I’m sorry about your tributes.”
Haymitch shrugs, “I knew they were never gonna make it.”
“But it can still hurt,” you remind him.
Haymitch scoffs a little, “I don’t care. I barely knew the kids.”
You study his face and can tell that he actually does. Of course, you don’t say that. Instead, you reach out and grab his hand. This time, he doesn’t even flinch as he grips yours back.
“Let’s go somewhere quieter.”
You drag him along to the fourth floor suite and bring him inside.
“I’ve entered enemy territory,” the blonde says gruffly.
You smirk at him and hold up a bottle of whiskey, “what about now?”
He smiles a little and you pour a drink for each of you before settling on the couch next to him so that your knee is touching his thigh- so you’re fully facing him.
“You know, you don’t have to pretend to be strong,” you tell him softly.
“I’m not pretending, I’m fine.”
Haymitch turns his head away and you hear a small sniffle.
“Sweetheart,” you coo.
You grab his chin and gently turn his face towards you. He looks embarrassed and teary eyed and you stroke your thumb over his cheek. Haymitch’s eyes flutter shut and you think it’s a rather pretty sight.
“It’s okay,” you whisper very softly.
When Haymitch opens his eyes you’re inches apart, and your heart stutters in your chest.
You both lean slightly closer, your breaths mingling.
“Haymitch…”
He abruptly pulls back.
“I think I need another drink.”
*****
You suppose you’re glad it was quick. Hopefully pretty painless. No chance to be afraid or to bleed out slowly.
But it also happened so fast. One second your tribute was breathing, and now she’s gone. You’d had such high hopes for her, and now she was dead. Was it your fault?
Was there something you could’ve done to warn her? To prepare her better?
You feel even more guilty because you’re sort of relieved that she’s dead. Not because you wanted her to die, but because it means Finnick is one step closer to getting out of the arena. Back home to District Four where he is relatively safe- or at least in your dome of protection.
When the guilt subsides, it’s replaced by numbness. That’s all you feel.
You understand now why Haymitch drinks. It provides some semblance of warmth when all you feel inside is coldness and emptiness.
Knocking. You hear knocking.
You stumble to the door, bottle in hand, and there he stands.
“Haymitch!”
You lunge towards him and he catches you, gripping your waist firmly. If you were sober, you would’ve been able to suppress the shudder that runs through your body from his touch.
“Want a drink?” you slur, your boozy breath blowing in his face.
He shakes his head at you and you shrug, “more for me then.”
You lift the bottle neck to your mouth but he stops you, gripping your wrist gently.
“I think you’ve had enough, sweetheart.”
A loud laugh escapes your lips and Haymitch shushes you, shuffling the both of you inside and closing the door, “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just funny- you telling me I’ve had too much to drink. Hilaaaaarrious!”
“Well I have a better tolerance.”
You shuffle back and topple over the couch arm, sending Haymitch down on top of you.
“Oooooops… sorrrrryyyyy” you giggle.
The blonde pushes himself up off of you and sets the bottle down on the side table.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Haymitch asks softly, more kind than you’ve ever heard him before.
You sober up a little at the question and scoff, “Of course I’m not fine. My tribute just bled out on
television in front of millions of people.”
“I-I’m sorry,” he mutters gruffly.
“Why? What was it you said? You barely even knew your tributes…It’s not like I did either. Why should I care? Or be torn up?”
“Because you’re a better person than me,” Haymitch adds gently, “Because you wear your heart on your sleeve and care so deeply about people.”
He grips your knee and smiles at you sadly.
“Well I’m done with caring,” you slur, “It only hurts more. I like your way- drink yourself to death.”
You lunge towards the bottle behind him and he reaches out, stopping you again by grabbing your hips and pulling you against him. Surprisingly, he doesn’t let go when he pulls you away from the bottle. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, hugging you.
“What’re you doing?” you mumble into his chest.
“Giving you a hug, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
He scoffs exasperatedly, “I can stop.”
“NONONO don’t! Don’t.”
You shift back a little to look him in the eyes, “It’s… nice. You’re…nice.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me nice before.”
You look at the blonde softly, infatuated by his face- the stubble across his chin, his piercing eyes, his lips…
By some unknown force, you’re pulled to his lips. You reach out and close your eyes, pressing your lips to his. For a moment, he reciprocates, his mouth melting against yours. But then he pulls away, “Stop, stop. You’re drunk.”
“So? You’re always drunk and I don’t stop you from doing things you want,” you remind him.
“I don’t- you’re. Even then, it doesn’t matter. You’re too young and I-”
Haymitch stands abruptly and leaves, abandoning you on the couch, alone.
*****
Finnick’s return to the Capitol should be more joyous than you currently feel. You’re beyond relieved that he’s back and safe, within arms reach. In fact, you haven’t let him out of your sight in days and you think he’s starting to get annoyed by you.
Still, something continues to burden your mind or, rather, someone.
You haven’t seen Haymitch since you drunkenly tried to kiss him a few days ago. Though you were incredibly wasted, his words still ring in your mind clear as day- “you’re too young.”
It’s more painful than flat out rejection, really. Him not having feelings is one thing, but the knowledge that he potentially does and still won’t let you in hurts much more. What-ifs haunt you constantly, and the memory of the look on his face when he pulled away slowly rips your heart to shreds.
Now there’s only an evening left until you’re set to return home to District Four, only one night until you won’t see Haymitch again until…well you’re not sure how long it will be.
“You know, I’m the one that should be moping about,” a voice says.
You look up to see Finnick staring at you from the doorway, a knowing look on his face.
“I’m not moping…I’m just tired,” you say.
It is true, but so is Finnick’s statement. Not that you’ll tell him that.
He quirks an eyebrow at you and walks into the room, plopping down on your bed, “Such a bullshit response. Come up with a better excuse if you’re going to lie.”
“I’m not lying I-”
You shut up as he looks at you unimpressed.
“Come on, I can read you like a book. What’s wrong?”
You sigh and look down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.
“Nothing I- I kissed Haymitch,” you murmur.
“What’d you say? I can barely hear you.”
“I kissed Haymitch,” you say more boldly.
Finnick’s eyes widen, and it would be comical if it were any other situation, “Abernathy? You kissed Haymitch Abernathy?”
“Yes, Abernathy. Is there any other Haymitch?”
Finnick shakes his head in disbelief, “I owe Mags five dollars.”
“Excuse me?”
“Mags told me she thought you two liked each other. But I didn’t believe her, so we bet on it. Guess I can’t be that mad though.”
“Well it doesn’t matter, we’re not together or anything.”
Finnick looks at you intently, “why not?”
You sigh and pause for a moment, “Because he said I was too young.”
“That’s such bullshit,” the blonde scoffs, “you’re only like, what, ten years younger? Anyhow, you’re an adult who can make her own decisions.”
You shrug your shoulders and sigh, “I just wish I never would’ve done anything. I was drunk and stupid and now he won’t talk to me.”
A pillow gets thrown at your face and you wince, scowling at Finnick, “what was that for?”
“Drunk you was smarter than sober you. She acted on her feelings. Now you’re just sitting around moping.”
“I-”
Finnick looks at you seriously, “Don’t waste your chance. We both know life is too short to have regrets.”
You stand up quickly and kiss Finnick on the cheek, “when did you get so smart little bro?”
He only rolls his eyes at your endearment and shoves you out the door.
Your hand shakes as you hold it up to the twelfth floor door. It’s ridiculous, really, how you’re more nervous to confess your feelings than you were to fight in the games.
You take a deep breath and finally knock stiffly.
There’s momentary silence and you think maybe Haymitch is asleep or not there. But then you hear shuffling from the other side and the door is yanked open- “Wha-?”
Haymitch freezes at the sight of you, his likely nasty reply hanging off of his lips.
“What are you doing here?” he asks more calmly.
“I-I came to apologize.”
Then, you shake your head, “that’s a lie. I’m not here to apologize because I’m not sorry for what I did… for kissing you. I’m only sorry you left too soon and I was too drunk for us to talk about it.”
Haymitch stands in the doorway still and only stares at you dumbfounded.
“Can-can I come in?”
Finally the blonde nods and steps aside, welcoming you into his space. It’s slightly messy and you suppose he hasn’t left the suite in days, not that you blame him or mind.
You find a seat on the couch, comfortably separate from Haymitch on the other end.
“Haymitch-”
“I’m sorry,” he interrupts.
“What?”
“I’m sorry. For walking out on you. It wasn’t the right thing to do. I-I panicked and you were drunk and…and I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time.”
You stare at him softly and your heart beats in your chest, “So you did feel something.”
Haymitch runs his hand through his hair exasperatedly, “Fuck, of course I did. I mean, you’re smart, funny, and beautiful, how could I not?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look down at your hands awkwardly… “but you think I’m too young. You said that.”
He sighs, “I-I did. And I meant it. I still do. You’re young, you still have a life to live. You deserve to be with someone young and put together and better…”
You scoff gently, “Did you ever think to ask me what I think I deserve? Why do you get to decide for me?”
Haymitch’s mouth opens and closes silently like a fish.
“Maybe what I want- maybe what I deserve- is a kind, handsome guy who might be a little rough around the edges, but who is gooey and sweet on the inside. What then?”
“But I’m a drunk and fucked up and…”
You reach out and grip his hand tightly, “I don’t think I’ve seen you touch a drink in days. And also, look who you’re talking to. I don’t exactly handle my trauma well either. I’m a victor too, remember?”
You shuffle closer to him, “Please don’t push me away, please-”
Before you can finish your response you’re cut off as Haymitch moves forward and pulls you into him, kissing you passionately.
You melt into his touch and sigh, finally being rewarded with what you’ve been craving for weeks.
He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, panting softly, “you know, you’re right. I haven’t drank in days because I found something better. I got drunk on you instead.”
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Jabberjays | Johanna Mason
Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (District4!Finnick's sister!reader)
Summary: During the attack of the Jabberjays Katniss is introduced to a whole different Johanna.
Warning/s: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the quarter quell, jabberjays, panic, screaming, weapons, you know typical hunger games stuff, also this is more like a short blurb but yeah, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: I always wanted to write something about the Jabberjay attack so I absolutely loved the request! Also I made the reader Finnick's sister, I hope that's okay. Hope you enjoy!!
Request -> hi! i have a request for johanna!! could u do one where fem!reader and her are in a relationship that’s not secret just private (like only finnick knows) but something happens in the arena where johanna gets worried about r & finnick and katniss have a talk like johanna and katniss did in the movie abt annie? sry if that was too long or didn’t make sense! ty <33
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Johanna just went into the thick forest to get some water with the spile that Haymitch send them so that they don't die of dehydration. She was regretting it now.
Katniss, Peeta, Beetee, your brother Finnick and you were on the beach. You were sitting with Katniss on the dry sand as you anxiously waited for Johanna to return from the forest as you stated at the hole in the sand that Johanna's ax made.
Thankfully, you thought to yourself, she took it with her.
Everything was relatively peaceful, too peaceful even. You didn't like it one bit. Something was coming. The game makers wouldn't allow the things to be so peaceful for so long. You were soon proven right as you heard the ear piercing scream that only seemed to shake through you.
"Johanna!" Your voice screamed back, every bit of common sense leaving you as you bolted towards the sound of Johanna's bloody-like screams.
You left your knives on the beach, along with the rest of your team that were screaming your name, confused from your actions as they tried to keep up with you. You were in a vulnerable place as you waved your hands around, trying to keep the thick leaves, that were swang down blocking your vision, away from your face as you ran still screaming Johanna's name as much as she screamed yours.
"Johanna!" You shouted as you reached the center of the forest where Johanna's screams were.
You were moving around in the circle, trying to determine where exactly her voice was coming from. After a while it hit you as you realized that her screams were coming from above. High in the trees. Then you saw the jabberjays flopping their little wings in the air, swaying the leaves of the trees and you knew that you fell right in the Capitol's trap.
"Y/N!" Finnick's muffled voice came towards you and you quickly turned towards him. Katniss, Beetee and Peeta were there with him, looking extremely concerned.
But why were they not coming closer?
The painful sounds of Johanna's screaming was messing with your head, panick gripping onto each and every fragment of your mind and body.
Why were they not coming over? Why aren't they helping? Why are they just standing there?!
Your felt your arms moving up, your hands gripping your head to try and kill the ever racing thoughts and the continuous mocking of the jabberjays. Then, as your eyes frantically searched the area, you spotted Johanna. Her eyes full of concern only reserved for her close friends and her love.
Then, the next thing that happened just confused you even more. Finnick grabbed her arm quickly, stopping her as she moved forward towards you, ax in her hand. She twisted her arm, releasing her arm from Finnick's grip as she yelled at him while he talked to her about something that you didn't hear. Her expression changed from concerned to utterly horrified.
"Y/N!" You heard Johanna's muffled, concerned voice mixing with the imitation of the screaming that the jabberjays provided.
You didn't think, the constant screaming was too much. You ran towards her, but came to a stop when your body hit something invisible. The force field. You started banging your hands against the force field trying to ignore the looks of pity and concern from your lover, brother and allies. You didn't want to except this.
The screaming intensified as the birds got closer to you, and you found yourself sliding onto the ground, screaming bloody murder just so you could tone down the sound of Johanna's and Finnick's torturous screams. Johanna was taping on the force field shouting at you something that you didn't understand.
That's how Johanna found herself banging her ax forcefully against the force field, trying to break it. Finnick next to her, hitting the force field with his trident, his eyes full of concern as he watched his baby sister's torture.
The new hour began and Katniss watched the scene in front of her not believing the state that Johanna was in. The hurried movements with her ax, the horrified expression on her face, her eyes full of concern. She cared about someone here. She actually, genuinely, cared about someone here.
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"Y/N!" Johanna's voice reached your ears, tearing through the ringing in them as you swayed back and forth on the ground. "The hour is up! You okay! It's over! I'm here!"
After you finally came to your senses enough to look at her, you immediately wrapped your arms around her as tightly as you possibly could, not letting go.
"Johanna," You gasped through neverending sobs as your body shook against hers. "You're all right."
"We're both alright." She answered you with the softest voice Katniss ever heard.
Later on you all gathered at the beach once again. Peeta and Beetee went of a bit further away on the beach, looking for some food. Johanna and you settled down on the edge of the beach away from the rest of the team, but still in their eyesight, and finally Katniss and Finnick sat down, learning against the trees.
"Are they together?" Katniss asked Finnick, breaking the silence. "Johanna and Y/N?"
"Yes." Finnick answered immediately, his sea-green eyes snapped to look at her gray ones. "They didn't really keep it a secret, it was private. Only Mags, Annie, Haymitch and I knew really. They wanted to keep it in the close circle of friends."
"I've never seen Johanna act like that before," Katniss quietly murmured as she processed this new information that Finnick told her. "It was quite terrifying."
"Yeah, well," Finnick couldn't help himself as he chuckled playfully at her confession. "Johanna loves her so much. It is terrifying, honestly." He, however, continued on a more serious note. "Y/N won her games a year before Johanna. She helped her when she was going through tough times after she went out of the arena. Johanna lost her family. Y/N is the only thing that she lives for, now. She said it herself when I gave her, correction," Finnick held his finger up in the air, noting that he expressed himself wrongly. "Tried, key word tried, to give her I'm-her-older-protective-brother-so-you-better-not-hurt-her speach."
"And how did that turn out?" Katniss couldn't help but to ask, given how Johanna was she knew that his answer was going to be good.
"Oh, she smacked me across the head." Finnick smiled and Katniss found herself laughing at his answer just like she expected to.
Finnick and Katniss gazed to the couple that was still knee deep in the water, arms wrapped around each other as you sat in between Johanna's legs, your back leaning against her front.
"I'm glad that they have each other," Katniss spoke her thoughts out loud. "Even though they are so different they just seem to fit so well with one another."
"Definitely."
"What the hell are you two gossiping about?" Johanna called out causing you to giggle softly as you spoke.
"Yeah! And why the hell didn't you invite us?!"
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Glimpse of Us
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summary: routine became something finnick cherished. but course, the capitol must ruin everything, including his love. but he will still find a way to get her back.
finnick odair x fem!reader
content warnings for the whole story: descriptions of death, torture, starvation, and everything described in The Hunger Games, mentions of suicidal thoughts, implications of S/A
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Chapter III
You couldn't sleep and Finnick was trying his hardest to get you to sleep, even if it was for a little while.
"Come on angel...you've gotta sleep, you need energy for tomorrow" he says as he strokes your hair.
You've always had trouble sleeping, ever since you won your games. Nightmares were something that came with winning, but Finnick was always there to console you. No matter how long it took, he was always there.
When he finally got you to sleep, he held you for a little while longer before slowly pulling away.
He went to the living room and sat in the dark. His mind was racing. What if you get hurt in the arena? What if you die? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the soft swish of the door open.
He thought you had woken up, but when he turned his head he saw Haymitch.
"Haymitch. What brings you by?"
"Just came to drop this off.." he says as he holds up a gold bangle.
Haymitch tosses it to Finnick and he catches it with ease. "Put it on before you go in tomorrow, then show it to Katniss, she'll know that you guys are allies."
Finnick quirks an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"
Haymitch shrugs, "We'll only be able to see tomorrow"
"About tomorrow..." he says, spinning the bangle around his finger, "This whole plan. Are you sure it's gonna work?"
"About 90% sure it'll work"
"Can you promise me something?"
Haymitch nods, "Sure"
"If anything goes wrong, you save her. Get Katniss, get Peeta, get whoever else you need to and save her. Leave me if it comes down to it."
Finnick watches as Haymitch hesitates, "Promise me Haymitch or I won't protect Katniss and Peeta." he says in a low threatening tone.
Haymitch puts his hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. I promise."
After Haymitch leaves, Finnick returns to you, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.
🌊 .·:*¨🌊🐚🌊¨*:·. 🌊
The next morning, you both woke up at the same time and decided to stay in eachothers arms for as long as possible.
Neither of you wanted to get up, you both knew what it meant if you did.
Finnick kisses the top of your forehead. He could feel the heat of your skin against his, the soft thrum of your heartbeat. For a brief second, he allowed himself to pretend that everything was normal, that this wasn’t the last morning he might spend with you. He knew it wasn’t possible, but he wanted to hold onto that feeling of peace for just a little longer.
It was only when the silence grew unbearable, when the weight of what was coming came crashing down.
Finnick pulled away just enough to look at you. Your eyes were wide, searching his face as if to find an answer, a reassurance he wasn’t sure he had.
"Finnick... I..." you started, but the words faltered on your lips. He could see the fear in your eyes. The same fear that he saw in your eyes when he mentored you.
"Don’t," he whispered, gently cupping your face in his hands. "You don’t have to say it. I know."
You swallowed hard, but your gaze never left his. Finnick felt his heart crack a little more as he saw the vulnerability in your eyes. He planted his lips on yours, "We’re going to make it through this," he said firmly, more to himself than to you. He didn’t know if he believed it, but he had to say it. For you. For both of you.
You nodded slowly, he could tell you didn’t believe it either, but you were trying for his sake.
He kissed you gently again, as if trying to imprint that feeling of safety into you for the storm that would come. "I’ll never leave you. Not now. Not ever."
For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just held each other, that was until you heard the high pitched voice of Lyssandra call out for both of you.
"Guess it's time.." he says in an annoyed tone.
You both get up from the bed. Finnick pulls you close, cups you face and gazes into your eyes, kissing you one last time before letting you go. "I'll see you soon." ***
"I'll see you soon tadpole."
Finnick watched as Kael gave you a big bear hug before being ushered onto the hovercraft with the other boys. He could see that you were nervous, well of course you were, you were basically being sent to your death. But Finnick knew that Kael would protect you in the arena.
Your voice trembled as you spoke, pulling him from his thoughts. "Any last advice?"
Finnick takes a step close and give you a tight hug, "Stick with Kael and stay alive."
He pulled away from you reluctantly, his hands lingering on your arms for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. "Stay alive," he repeated, his voice breaking slightly.
You nodded, though Finnick could see the uncertainty in your eyes. He wanted to say more, but the hovercraft’s engines roared louder, drowning out everything else.
As he watched you board the hovercraft, he wanted nothing more than to pull you back into his arms where you would be safe.
But he couldn't.
He could only hope that you would survive and make it back to him.
***
Finnick blinks a few times as he adjusts to the light of the arena. Looking around him he noticed that the cornucopia was in the middle of a lake and so was everyone's starting podiums.
"Let the 75th Hunger Games begins. May the odds be ever in your favor."
He looks around frantically for you but can't figure out where you are. Wherever you were, he needed to find you, Katniss, and Peeta fast.
"Ten."
Finnick’s heart pounded as the countdown began. He scanned the expanse desperately, his eyes darting from one podium to the next.
"Nine."
Where were you? Were you close by or on the opposite side? His chest tightened at the thought of you being too far away, out of reach before the bloodbath began. He had to find you. You had to survive. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you didn't.
"Eight."
Finnick’s hands tightened balled into fists. He felt the anxiety again. The same anxiety he felt when he was fourteen.
"Seven."
His gaze landed on Katniss, a few podiums to his left. Her face was set in determination, her body tense like a coiled spring. He knew it would be easy to get to her
"Six."
Where were you? His jaw clenched as frustration and panic built in his chest. He should’ve been able to spot you by now, to gauge how far you were and what he needed to do to get to you. The lake wasn’t large, but it felt infinite when you weren’t within his sight.
"Five."
His mind raced with possibilities. Would you run for the Cornucopia? No, that wasn’t your style. You’d likely stay back, wait for the chaos to thin out before making a move. But this was different. What was smart in your first games wouldn't be as smart now.
"Four."
Finnick reminded himself that you're strong. Stronger than you gave yourself credit for.
"Three."
His muscles tensed. He could already hear the splashes of water, the frantic scrambles of tributes who’d dive in as soon as the cannon sounded. He could picture the chaos, the blood, the screams. It was always the same, no matter the arena.
"Two."
Finnick took a deep breath and locked his eyes on a trident. If he couldn’t see you now, he’d find you once he got to the center. He had to. He’d promised himself that much. He’d protect you, no matter what it cost him.
"One."
The cannon sounded, and Finnick leaped into the water, the world exploding into chaos around him. His only thought, his only focus, was finding you before it was too late.
It wasn't long before he reached the center. He grabed his trident and after a quick encounter with Katniss that would establish the alliance, he was quick to make the first kill of the District 5 male that tried to run up on him and Katniss and after that was taken care of he went to the other side to look for you and Peeta.
He calls out your name and then sees you standing on the strip of rocks with a spear in hand as you look into the water. He calls out your name again.
Your head snaps up, "Finnick! It's Peeta!"
Finnick holds up his hand, "Just wait there! I'm gonna go get Katniss!"
He doesn't take long to come back with Katniss.
"He's there!" you say as you point to Peeta fighting a tribute in the water.
Finnick hands you his trident and immediately dives into the water. As he swims to Peeta, he panics when a cannon goes off and a body floats up to the surface.
But once he sees Peeat pop his head out he lets out a sigh of relief, one that he's sure everyone shared.
Once he has Peeta, you all start making your way to the jungle, the one place you all think you'll be safe.
Finnick takes your hand, holding it with a firm grip and runs behind Katniss and Peeta.
The four of you pushed deeper into the jungle, the thick canopy above shielding you from the blistering sun. Finnick’s mind raced as he scanned your surroundings.
"Okay, hold up. Hold up!"
Now in the middle of the jungle you all stop and crouch down, trying to desperatelt cath your breaths.
Finnick puts his hand over yours and squeezes it, a silent way of asking if you're okay, when you nod Finnick relaxes a bit.
"God it's hot. We gotta find fresh water." Peeta says, panting slightly.
Before anyone can respond, the cannon fires three times. Three more tributes are gone.
"Well I guess we're not holding hands anymore." Finnick says as he laughs.
He watches as you shoot him a 'shut up' look, silently scolding him for what he said.
Katniss glares at him. “You think that's funny?” she snaps, her voice icy and accusatory.
“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s like music to my ears,” he says smoothly. “I don’t care about any of them.”
He feels you nudge his shoulder and watches as you shake your head.
“Good to hear,” Katniss bites back, her expression hardening as she draws her machete with a metallic scrape.
"Wanna face the Career Pack alone? What would Haymitch say?"
"Haymitch isn't here."
You and Peeta exchange a look and Finnick watches as you both start to get up.
"Let's keep moving." Peeta says as he gets up.
You get up as well, but Finnick and Katniss don't. They stay crouched on the ground, glaring at eachother.
"Finnick." you say in a firm, yet soft tone.
Finnick finally stops glaring at Katniss, "Right...okay."
As you all start to traverse through the jungle, Finnick could feel the tension between the two of you.
"Did you have to say something earlier?" you say in a hushed tone.
Finnick scoffs under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, come on. I’m the one who kept everyone alive so far. I grabbed the trident, took out a tribute, and got Peeta out of the water, didn’t I? Forgive me for cracking a joke.”
You stop walking for a split second before catching up to him again. “It’s not about the joke,” you mutter, your voice quiet but firm. “It’s about the way you said it. You sounded like you didn’t care.”
Finnick’s steps falter, and he glances at you, his expression softening just slightly. “I care,” he murmurs, his tone barely audible. “You know I do.”
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, your annoyance fading but not entirely gone. “Then show it. Because if she thinks she can’t trust you, this whole thing isn't gonna last long and then the plan will be out the window."
Before he could even think of responding, the sound of Katniss screaming cuts through the air, and before anyone could even react, Peeta goes flying off the force field and crashes into everyone.
Finnick groans, "Are you okay?"
You nod but then start hitting his shoulder and pointing to Katniss.
"He's not breathing. He's not breathing! He's not breathing- Peeta!"
Finnick dashes towards the two and pushes Katniss off of Peeta to start CPR.
You see Katniss go to reach for her machete, her movements quick and defensive, but before she can strike, you call out sharply, “Katniss, stop!”
Her hand freezes in mid-air, fingers gripping the hilt of her machete, eyes wild with confusion and fear. The tension in the air is suffocating, and for a moment, everything stands still.
"Come on Peeta. Come on."
A painful silence hangs in the air as Finnick continues, his heart hammering in his chest. The seconds stretch out like an eternity, every beat of his pulse ringing in his ears.
Then, finally, finally a shudder runs through Peeta’s body. Finnick’s breath hitches, and he shifts, leaning in closer as Peeta coughs, sputters, and gasps for air, his chest heaving as life returns to him.
"Peeta?" Katniss breathes, her voice soft with disbelief as she touches his shoulder gently. "Peeta oh my god”
Finnick takes a step back and you take a step closer to him.
You both watch as Katniss kisses and as she pulls Peeta into a tight embrace.
"It's real." you whisper.
Finnick looks down at you for a spilt second and then back at Katniss and Peeta.
It defineitely is real.
🌊 .·:*¨🌊🐚🌊¨*:·. 🌊
After walking for a bit longer, the group stops as Katniss climbs up a tree.
You step closer to Finnick and reach out for his hand.
You look flushed, the heat and dehydration was catching up to you.
"You okay angel?" he says in a gentle tone.
"Yeah... just had a little déjà vu back there.”
Finnick tilts his head, brows furrowing as he watches you, “Déjà vu? What do you mean?”
You stay quiet for a moment, "When you were giving Peeta CPR...it reminded me of what happened in my games." you whisper, looking down at the ground.
Finnick frowns, he knows exactly what you're talking about.
***
He was sitting in a lavish Capitol viewing party, surrounded by jeering, laughing citizens who are oblivious to the weight of the lives being traded for their amusement. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as the Games unfold in front of him.
You and Kael were safe, you were both deep in the forest, away from all the other tributes. The cameras were constantly following the two of you, you were both already deemed Capitol favorites.
“Oh, aren’t they just adorable together?” one woman gushed, her hair a shock of neon pink feathers. “Kael is such a protector. Did you see how he looked at her when she almost tripped over that root?”
The party goers continued to comment and make remarks while the cameras continued to follow you both as you forged for something to eat.
He was already thinking of how if neither of you found anything, he could just persude one of these partygoers to send you bread, soup, anything to keep you alive.
He watched as you picked a few berries and examined them, he could tell that you weren't sure if they were safe to eat, but you still set them down onto a small leaf ontop of a rock.
He watched as you turned your back to try to find some more...but then he saw a tribute. He felt his heart stop. Kael was no where near you, so if this tribute attacked, you would have to fight on your own.
But instead of going after you, he watched as they lunged for the berries and as they ate all of them.
The tribute had collapsed almost immediately. The camera zoomed in on their lifeless body, the effects of the poison quick and deadly.
He watched as you turned around and froze. Your face twisted in horror, your hands were shaking violently. You realized what had happened. You hadn’t meant for this.
Without hesitation, you dropped to you knees beside the fallen tribute, desperately pressing your hands to their chest, trying to revive them, trying to save them.
But it was too late.
He wanted to turn away, to block out the sight of you cradling the body in your arms, your face streaked with tears as you whispered frantic apologies.
“Oh, she’s so sweet,” one Capitol woman remarked, her hand pressed to her chest, her voice high with faux sympathy. “She never meant to do that. She was just trying to help. Poor thing.”
The women around him murmur in agreement, calling you “sweet” and “innocent". “She doesn’t belong here,” one woman says, tsking as she crosses her legs. “Such a delicate thing. She’ll never survive, not with that soft heart of hers.”
He wanted to tell them to shut up as they all continued to make comments. But he couldn't. All he could do was hope that you come out of this alive.
***
"The force field. It's a dome, we're at the edge of the arena." Katniss says as she adjusts her bow. "I couldn't find any signs of fresh water."
Everyone shares a look of disappointment. It was now hotter than before, almost too unbarable.
"It's gonna get dark soon." Finnick says, "We'll be safe with our backs protected. We should set up camp."
"We can take turns sleeping" you say.
Finnick nods, "I'll take first watch."
"Not a chance." Katniss scoffs.
He scoffs and stands up.
"Honey. That thing I did for Peeta back there? It's called saving his life."
"If I wanted to kill either of you, I would've done it by now."
"Finnick.." you say as a warning.
He starts walking away but you tug on his arm.
"Finn. Come on. Stop acting like this."
"Like what?
"Like you don't care!"
He gazes at you as you put your hand on his cheek.
"Finn. I know you care. More than anyone I know you care." you whisper. "But they don't." you say as you motion to Katniss and Peeta.
"I know.." he whispers, "But you know I can't just break this whole act."
You nod, "I know...I just- I don't want Katniss to not trust us."
He puts his hand on you cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he gazes into you eyes. “I’ll try,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “For you. But it’s not gonna be easy.”
“I’m not asking for perfect,” you whisper back, your voice soft yet firm. “Just… don’t make them think you’re the enemy. We need them as much as they need us.”
His lips twitch into a faint smile, “Alright, angel. I’ll behave. For now.”
You let out a small, relieved sigh and drop your hand from his arm, giving him a nod. Finnick straightens, his gaze briefly flickering to Katniss and Peeta, who are both watching the two of you from a distance. Katniss still looks wary, her hand resting on her bow, while Peeta’s expression is one of observation, as if he’s trying to piece together what's going on between you and Finnick.
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It's not long before nightfall hits. Finnick and Katniss are the only two awake as you and Peeta try to rest.
He keeps his gaze locked on you as you sleep next to him, admiring how pretty you look under the moonlight of the arena. Then he looks over at Katniss.
"How's Peeta?"
"He's okay I think. Dehydrated like the rest of us." Katniss says as she looks over to you, "How's she?"
Finnick sighs, "She's fine, just like you said, dehydrated. I just hope she doesn't get sick." he says as he runs his hand through your hair.
"You really care about her, don't you?"
Finnick look at Katniss, who has a look of skepticism on her face. He nods, "Course I do."
Before Katniss can say anything back, the anthem starts playing causing you and Peeta to wake up.
You all look up and watch as the holograms of the fallen tributes appear on the screen. You and Finnick share a sigh of relief when you don't see anyone that's apart of the plan up on the screen.
Except for Seeder and Cecelia.
Finnick watches as you tear up when you see Cecelia up on the screen.
"Her kids Finny..." you say as your voice breaks, "Her kids...they’re all alone…"
He's quick to put his hand against your cheek to console you, "I know angel. I know." he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. Your forehead rests against his shoulder, your quiet sobs muffled by the crook of his neck.
“It’s not fair,” you whisper, your voice trembling.
“I know,” he says, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. “It’s never been fair. But that’s why we have the plan, angel. To make sure it ends.” he says so quietly that only you can hear, letting you go from his arms.
Once the holograms finish, Katniss says she counted eight. Sixteen tributes are still out there.
The familar sound of the chiming of a sponsor gift fills the air.
Katniss walks over to it and Finnick follows her.
When Katniss realizes its a spile, she goes over to a tree and using a rock she taps it into the tree. The minute water starts trickling out of the tube, everyone starts to drink from it.
Before you can even move, Finnick comes up to your side with a leaf full of water.
"Finn..I could've gotten it myself.."
He smiles, "But I wanted to get it for you. Here, drink" he says as he brings up the leaf to your lips.
He watches as you drink from it, "Better? Do you want more?"
"I'm fine, I don't need anymore, this is enough."
He nods and places a hand on your cheek, "Come on, let's get you back to sleep."
A few minutes pass and you're sound asleep next to Finnick again, he idly runs his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion.
Only when you hear the banging of what sounds like a gong do you wake up.
"What's going on?" you say sleepily.
"I don't know.." Finnick says, looking around.
"I counted 12." Katniss says.
"For midnight?" Finnick says, continuing to stroke your hair.
"Or for the number of Districts"
You then all hear and see a huge strike of lighting hit a tree in the distance multiple times.
You all look at it puzzled by what it meant.
Finnick sighs, "Well..if you're not gonna sleep, I will" he says to Katniss as he moves to lay down with you.
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You were lying on Finnick's chest as he holds you close. Both of you were fast asleep. Hearing the distance sounds of the waves coming from the beach made it feel like you were both back home.
That you were both back in four in the comfort of your house.
But the ugly reality came crashing down when you were both awoken by Katniss' screams of pain.
A/N: AND THAT ENDS DAY ONE OF THE GAMES!!!!!! i hope u guys enjoyed! next chapter will be filled with more finnick and angel moments I PROMISE. also if u guys have any questions or just wanna like chat my asks/requests are open! i don't have school AT ALL this week so i will be able to respond to a lot more than usual!
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