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Her?

Finnick Odair x reader (kinda)

Summary: Just Finnick watching the mysterious victor in 4.

Word Count: .6k

Waves crashed, the morning after a storm was the perfect time to go to the beach. Shells on the sand, large waves, and clear skies to see the sunrise. Finnick jogged over a dune, only holding a towel as he scanned the shore for the perfect place to set it before going for his usual swim. He spotted someone else’s belongings and already knew who they belonged to before looking out at the water to see her.

She sat elegantly on her surfboard out past the sandbar. It was the perfect morning for a surf but every morning was a good surf, Finnick had seen her out in the water nearly every day, only missing when it was raining. 

There were only three things he truly knew about her, she had won the 63rd games, she surfed, and she lived alone in the house at the end of the village. After his win, she had been the only person who did not welcome him to the victor village or say anything to him for that matter. He had asked others about her, but all they said was that when she arrived, it was the middle of the night, so nobody helped her move in. By the time they realized she was there, she had already disappeared into the darkness that seemed to linger around the house. Nobody ever came in or out other than her, they all assumed the worst of her family and didn’t ask, everyone copes differently after the games and if she chose to be alone what could they do about it?

He had seen her a few times outside the village, in the market, or at a party she was forced to go to by President Snow but she stayed away from any victor or anybody for that matter. Nobody seemed to acknowledge her at all, like she didn’t exist and it seemed like she wanted it exactly like that. Mags had been her mentor for her games and apparently the only person in 4 she had ever spoken to, unfortunately, Mags couldn’t tell Finnick about her. Even if she could, he would bet Mags wouldn’t share without her consent. She was pure mystery and he wanted to figure her out for some reason.

He watched her effortlessly paddle to get ahead of a wave and then stand up to ride it back to the shore. He could surf but it was clear she was on a different level. She shook her hair out as she carried her board towards where her bag sat, clear she had been in the water for a while already.

“Hey!” He called out, for the first time, why was he talking to her? He never did this, he probably looked like a stupid little boy right now. He had seen her every morning for this long and never said a thing, he was being so stupid.

Her head turned toward him slowly as she slung the bag over her shoulder, a subtle jut of her chin in response sent a shock through his body. She responded to him, she responded to him. He wasn’t sure what else she would do but he knew he was worthy of something from the one person he knew nothing of. 

By the time he came to, she was already walking in the other direction, down the beach closer to where her house sat. Finnick vowed to himself he would get to know the mysterious girl at the end of the street, even if she chose to be alone he didn’t think anyone deserved to not have someone to rely on.

(might make this more than one part if you guys like it)

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Hiii !!! Is it okay if I leave a small request¿¿My birthday is pretty soon, and I was thinkingggg,

Finnick remembers her bday in 13th and organizes a small reunion with their friends? Something really small and cozy? :>

And maybe she wasn't even expecting it, or didn't even remember it was her big day due to all of the stressful situations of lately?

Just a thought🪼

Ahhh today is actually my birthday so I'm obsessed with this. I didn't add anybody else (other than being mentioned) because it just felt more intimate that way. Enjoy !!! xo:)

A Quick Reminder

Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Finnick makes sure you know you’re loved.

Word Count: .8k

She trudged through the halls, heavy feet slamming against the metal floors of District 13 as she went. She had been preparing weapons all day for the upcoming surge on the Capitol. She just wanted to lie down, but when Finnick left a note asking her so kindly to meet him in the cafeteria after she finished, how could she say no? He had been bothering her all day and was confused why anything he had to say right now couldn’t have been said earlier or later when they would both be getting in bed.

She entered to only see a few people, she spotted Finnick sitting at a round table with a few little boxes and any frustration just melted away.

“Hey,” She sighed, sinking into a seat and finally getting weight off her feet. His spaced-out eyes immediately gained that twinkle back. 

“Hey, I’m glad you came I know how tired you are,” 

“It is very difficult to say no to you. What’s all this?” She looked at the boxes. He looked a little confused, cocking his head so slightly as if asking how she didn’t know.

“It’s..it’s your birthday my love.” He said it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to him it was.

“It is?” She swiveled her head around looking to see if anything on the walls or TV screens said the date. She ran her hands over her face with a sigh. “They’ve been trapping me in the artillery so much I forgot what it’s like to have downtime, apparently enough to make me forget my damn birthday.” 

“Well luckily you have me or it would’ve passed you right by” He reached to the seat next to him picking up a small plate with two cookies on it. “Look it’s not a cake but it was the dessert they had here tonight and I wanted you to have something,” He picked up a thick toothpick and lit the top on fire with a lighter. “Make a wish,” He held it over the cookies trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this honestly was.

Y/n paused and then blew out the small flame. She picked up the cookies and handed one to Finnick so they could share. 

“What are in the other boxes?” She finished her cookie.

“Your gifts”

“Gifts? There’s not any shops around down here.” She laughed at him.

“They’re from multiple people,” He pointed out the three that sat in front of her. “That one is from Katniss and her sister, that one is from Beetee, and that one on the end is from Katniss’s stylist or escort. Effie, I think her name is, when she heard it was your birthday she insisted on giving you something.”

“None from you?” She said jokingly reaching for the first box. 

“You’ll have to wait for mine,” He said with a small smile.

She ripped open the box to see two jars, one of cooking herbs, and the other of some sort of healing ointment. The next one was kinda big in comparison to the other two. She opened the top to see a table light in the shape of the first letter of her name.

“He told me to tell you to press that button on the back” Finnick pointed to a spot on the back near the bottom, she clicked it and it shot to life glowing a dim shade of her favorite color. Beetee had a talent for remembering things like that, like a dad. “I have no clue how he made that down here but it’s nice.” Finnick stared in awe at it. 

She grabbed the last one from the escort from 12. Y/n had only spoken to her in passing a few times but she seemed like a lovely lady, as lovely as someone from the Capitol could be. Tissue paper wrinkled as a little hat came into view, it looked handmade.

“I think she made this” She fawned, running fingers over the stitching. “I’ll make sure tomorrow to find the time to thank all of them.” She spoke more to herself than him as she packed the little gifts back up.

“They all apologize for not giving these to you in person, they’re just about as busy as you, throwing themselves into their respective projects for this whole revolution thing.” He reached into his pocket pulling out the smallest of all the presents, just a small basic box. 

He slid it across the table to her. She popped the top to see a perfect little ring sitting inside. Her eyes shot up to him.

“Don’t go crazy, I’m not proposing yet. This is just my promise that I will. I’ve had that for a while to the point it isn’t enough to be your engagement ring anymore so consider this your promise ring.” He gave her a genuine smile of love.

“You’re too good for me,” She shuffled around the table to sit next to him. “I love you,” She gave him a light kiss.

“I love you more” He returned the kiss. “You deserve the world.”

“Happy Birthday my love.” He said as he helped her back to their room with the boxes.

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Hiii how are u??

Do u mind if I make a lil finnick fic request? :>

Soo, I was watching the 3rd movie and I swearrr, it breaks my heart seeing him so depressed, sooo what if we got lucky and we got out of the arena with him, would his mood be any better with his lover by his side in district 13?? 👀

I just wanna keep him some company:(( he's so sad and aloneee.

And please make it all cute and fluffyyy, I'm a sucker for fluff istg (tho you last fic was soo good the angst was on point and it made me cry so much omg)

Love u pookie, byebyeee♡♡

HII, I'm doing alright how are you? It's so hard watching poor Finnick in Mockingjay (sam claflin, the actor you are) so I hope this is what you were looking for xo :)

In Good Company

Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: He doesn’t miss the world above ground when he has you.

Word Count: .9k

Y/n sat across the table from Finnick in the dim cafeteria, which had mostly emptied out due to it being so late. Finnick had been injured in the arena when the ceiling blew, so he was slow to do things, but it didn’t bother Y/n the slightest. She had been lucky to be far enough away from the tree that she didn’t get caught in the explosion, and she was happy to be his chaperone

“You don’t have to babysit me at every meal, I can eat without supervision,” Finnick grumbled, scooping another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

“We have had nearly every meal together for the past seven years. Why do you suddenly have a problem?” Y/n cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Plus, it’s not like I have anywhere else to go down here.”

“I should have saved them.” This was the third time in the past 48 hours he had brought them up, Peeta and Johanna. He blamed himself for not saving them before the Capitol got them. His head dropped to his hands.

“Will you quit beating yourself up? It makes it hard to stay attracted to you when all you’ve done since coming down here is bathe in your guilt.” She joked, but then switched to a more serious tone. “It’s not your fault, Finn, it isn’t anybody's fault.” She reached across the table, lowering his hands off his face and holding them in hers. “And if they had been killed, we would’ve heard so, there’s hope.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He turned his head slightly to kiss her knuckles. “I understand how rough it must be to see me like this.”

“Rough doesn’t even begin to cover it. You were more lively in the arena when we thought we were both going to die.” He let out a small laugh at her.

The next few days passed better than usual. Finnick had a little more pep in his step, staying close to Y/n because they only knew each other down there. Other than Katniss and Beetee, everyone was a stranger, but they were trying to make the best of it.

“You’re going to break my legs.” Finnick laughed from his wheelchair. It was the middle of the night, and neither of them could sleep, so Y/n stole him from his room, and they rode around the empty halls.

“I just love pushing you around, honey.” She wheeled him through the corridors, making sound effects around every corner. 

“I can walk just fine.”

“But that’s less fun.” She leaned down, pouting in his peripheral vision. He laughed, trying to cover it as a scoff. “You can admit you’re having a little fun; this is better than rotting in a bed you can’t sleep in.”

“I can agree this is better than that.” He reached the wheels spinning the chair around to face her, grabbed her waist gently, coaxing her into his lap, and continued down the hall. “Maybe I just needed you to join me though.”

Every night they couldn’t sleep they found some other adventure to get stuck in. Everything from exploring where they keep their weapons to finding the food stash and taking the good stuff, it was the small things that kept them afloat in the vast sea of suffering surrounding them. They had each other to make sure the smile never faded beyond repair.

“I want to ask President Coin if we can go above ground. There's no light above ground, so we should be able to watch a real sunset. Oh! Or maybe we star gaze?” Y/n just talked, shoveling her dinner into her mouth. She and Finnick sat alone at a small table while life bustled around them.

Finnick just stared at her with adoration; he was so entranced with her in any situation, his love could find something to look forward to. It was one of the many things he loved most about her; sometimes, he’d slip into a bad place, and she would be the only person to pull him out.

“That would be nice.” He replied softly.

“You are healed enough to climb up there right?” She looked up at him making sure.

“Yeah, I should be good.”

“Amazing, maybe after this I’ll go find Katniss and see if she can get me in with madame.”

Without fault, she did; three days later, Y/n was opening the hatch to the outside world.

“Never thought I would miss fresh air.” She said, helping Finnick out into the fading light. “Let’s hurry so we can catch the sunset.” She walked quickly out, trying to find a clearing in the trees, when she did in fact stumble upon it, the perfect place. Like it was meant for them, she and Finnick stood on the edge of a cliff facing west as the sun danced on the horizon. She beamed, clearly happy with the place she found. 

“You got it?” Finnick asked, watching Y/n pull out a large blanket and unfold it on the patch of grass.

“Yep,” She stood up looking at him and gesturing to the blanket silently asking if he liked the spot as much as she did.

“Perfect.” He sat down first, leaning back on his hands. Y/n sat down next to him and stretched her neck up to kiss him before turning her head to rest it on his shoulder. He stared down at her like he was memorizing every shade of color in her eyes as the setting sun perfectly framed her. He couldn’t imagine the world without her; she was his world.

“The view is breathtaking,” She murmured after a long period of quiet.”

“It really is,” He cooed back, never taking his eyes off her.

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Gone For Good

Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: You’re living without him post rebellion and you see nothing but him in your dreams…

Word Count: .4k

Note: Please leave me some requests. I am running out of ideas to write about.

The waves crash with rhythmic sounds, sand brushes beneath her hands, and the warm sun tickles her skin. She looks over and he’s there; bronze curls brushed back from the wind, perfect teeth gleaming in one of his breathtaking smiles, sea-foam eyes meeting hers with the same love as always. Without thinking, she started leaning in, he matches, but right before contact is made between their lips, she shoots up in bed. He’s not real, none of it is.

Six long months without Finnick were worse than anyone knew. She didn’t even talk to anyone anymore for fear someone would bring him up. Everyone knew how in love they were; they were going to get married when they both made it out, but he didn’t, so here she was in a pitch black bedroom all by herself.

Those same dreams were plaguing her, but to her horror, they were getting more and more vague with each passing night. None of them were particularly nightmarish; they were all pleasant settings with ideal conditions, but with more time passing, it was more like her holding onto anything she should remember. She used to be able to count all his freckles in these dreams, but they all started to blur after the first few weeks. Next, his sweet voice went, her subconscious couldn’t replicate his sound anymore. Now she couldn’t touch him, forgetting what his hands felt like against her skin. 

The waves crash with rhythmic sounds, sand brushes beneath her hands, and the warm sun tickles her skin. She looks over and he’s not there; no curls, no smile, no eyes staring into hers. Just the spot she would eternally save for him next to her in the sand on the beach he so adored in 4. 

A year in, and the dreams were nothing more than passing memories in the morning now. She would never admit it, and the guilt was eating her alive that she could only remember his striking features anymore, but it made her feel freer; she didn’t see him as a stranger on the street anymore, and she could do normal errands without thinking of him at every moment. Of course, she thought of him often, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore; this is what he would have wanted for her, she thought. That spot on the sand would always be for him, but she sat on the train on the way to District 12 to see Katniss and Peeta for the first time in a year, and she felt content with how her life was going to go.

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Won't Let You

Johanna Mason x reader

please send me johanna requests i want to write so much with her

Summary: The announcement of the Quarter Quell.

Word Count: .6k

Johanna sat in the living room of her dark victor home. She’d usually be sharpening an axe, but it was late spring at this point, and she had no use for chopped wood. The blinds were drawn as she sat in silence. Maybe she could read a book? Or maybe go on a walk? Before she acted on any thoughts, though the door pushed open, the crinkling of bags followed.

“There were way too many people at the market. I'm never going again on a weekend.” Y/n complained as she walked through the house setting all the stuff down in the kitchen.

“Did you get the stew I wanted?” Johanna called to her, not leaving where she was lying on the couch.

“No, I forgot.”

“What?” Johanna sat up from her spot.

“I’m kidding, it's the only thing you ever want of course I got it.” 

Both Y/n and Johanna had defied President Snow after their win causing both of them to lose everything. Everything except each other. Y/n was the only person that didn’t think Johanna was insane after her win and something about Y/n drew Johanna in, even though she didn’t want to admit it.

“What have you been up to all morning?” Y/n came in and leaned against the doorframe. “Moping around like usual?”

“This is not moping around. I’m relaxing.” For some reason, Johanna would never be mad when Y/n said something like that like she would be if anybody else said it. 

Y/n cocked an eyebrow and opened her mouth to say something back but their TV set flashed to life with that Capitol TV logo. She immediately stood rigid as Snow’s face was shown. The two women weren’t stupid; they knew it was the Quarter Quell, and both had a sinking feeling this was the announcement of whatever sick twist they were adding. 

“..and the tributes for this year's games will be picked from the existing victor's pool.”

Johanna didn’t even let it finish before kicking the table over, everything on it crashing to the floor.

“Bullshit!” She started to yell.

Y/n fell back against the doorframe. She couldn’t have heard that right. Her throat ran dry as she gasped for air, her legs felt weak, her hearing was fading in and out, not hearing most of the words Johanna was yelling. They were taking this in very different ways.

“Hey,” Johanna caught Y/n’s shoulders snapping her out of her daze. Her voice was still harsh but carried worry. She couldn’t stop from spiraling.

“I can’t go back.” She mumbled, over and over.

“Get a hold of yourself, sit down, quit getting worked up.” Y/n let Johanna take her to the couch.

“I’m alright.” Y/n finally choked out.

“You’re not. Can you let someone take care of you for once?” Johanna spat but not in an angry way. She threw a blanket at Y/n as she sank into a chair across the room. 

The silence was deafening. Not like the silence Johanna had been sitting in before, there were no curious thoughts on how to spend the day or friendly banter between them. Just agonizingly heavy silence.

“I can’t go back in the arena,” Y/n said after a while. It was an unspoken thing between them. Johanna had the kindness to not pry but she heard the rumors of how brutal Y/n’s game had been, and based on her reaction to this Quarter Quell she didn’t need to see proof.

“I won’t let you,” Johanna responded, probably quicker than her rational brain could catch up.

“But if my name gets picked-”

“I just said I won’t let you, don’t you listen?” Y/n scoffed at Johanna.

“You are the last person that would volunteer for anybody.”

“Well, I’m not as heartless as you think I am. I think this whole thing is absolute shit and I shouldn’t have to consider volunteering for you but whatever. I can tell you're not in shape to be in the games. You'd die immediately, then what would I do?”

“I don’t think you’re heartless Johanna.”

And for some reason, Johanna wasn’t angry anymore; she felt normal for the first time since she was a child. Just one sentence nobody had said to her in years.

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For Real

Finnick Odair x reader

She/her pronouns, use of Y/n

Summary: In the arena with Finnick and Y/n (slight Katniss pov)

Word Count: 1.2k

The sun was rising. Finnick, Katniss, and Peeta finally made it to the shore, monkey mutts trapped behind them. They had a breather before they heard voices, they hid behind plants until Finnick spotted Y/n, Johanna, Beetee, and Wiress stumbling out of the jungle.

“Y/n! Johanna!” Finnick, discarding his trident, sprinted down the beach.

“Finnick!” Y/n shouted back waving before suddenly doubling over and throwing up in the treeline. 

“Blood rain!” Johanna started yelling while the other two headed into the water. “We thought it was water and were in there gagging on it!” She pointed at Y/n, finally standing up, wiping her mouth, still covered in the thick, red substance. Finnick ran to her side, disregarding the blood, and helped her to the water. 

Katniss watched them as Johanna continued yelling. Haymitch told them that  Finnick and Y/n were the first “star-crossed lovers”, they won within a few years of one another and got very close very quickly. She thought it was all bullshit. Another ploy by Snow to try and make victors look good, she thought it was sickening that even in the arena they were keeping up the ridiculous act. 

Y/n sat in the water while Finnick helped get as much blood out of her hair as he could. There was a silence between them, Finnick had just told her what happened to Mags and what they went through the night prior, hell clearly. They met the others on the beach and Beetee began to explain his plan.

They all were at the cornucopia, gathering what was left for their trek to the tree at dusk when suddenly Wiress stopped talking. Everyone’s heads snapped where she had been sitting just to see Gloss from District 1 pulling a knife out of her neck. Katniss shot an arrow making quick work of him while Y/n threw her spear hitting Cashmere in the chest and she stumbled back into the water. Right then the ground beneath them began to spin. Without any support, Y/n slipped hitting her back on the rocks, before she got her bearings back a strong arm swooped her up, and she immediately recognized Finnick holding her against his body as his trident was shoved into the rocks.

“Hold on!” He yelled over the roaring gears. Both her arms locked around his shoulders ignoring the splitting pain between her shoulder blades. Finally, the world stopped spinning and the six of them found each other and made it back to dry land.

Eventually, they were all sitting on the beach, Y/n was letting Finnick wash off the scratches on her back with fresh water he got from the spile letting out a hiss every time the water made contact with the raw skin. 

“I know I’m sorry.” He cooed gently, rubbing his hands up and down her arms after every scratch was clean.

Suddenly there were shrill screams and Katniss sprinted into the trees yelling for her sister. Finnick was the first to follow and the others followed. He finally caught up to her in a clearing.

“Are you alright?” Before she could respond a scream rang out that shot Finnick to his core. He shouted and started running.

“Finnick! It’s not real, it's jabberjays.” She grabbed his shoulder as birds started to swarm.

“How do you think they got that? Jabberjays copy.” He grabbed his head in his hands 

Katniss started trying to take out the birds with her bow but there were too many of them. They started running when they began swooping down at them. Both were swatting around their heads as they made it around a tree and spotted everyone else. They sprinted toward the group but neither stopped until Katniss ran straight into the invisible force keeping them separate. 

Katniss was balled on the forest floor while Peeta yelled at her it was all okay, even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. Y/n stayed standing, never leaving Finnick’s panicked eyes. She tried to stay looking calm but having no idea what he was hearing was making her freak out a bit. 

The longest hour of any of their lives passed, by then Finnick had fallen to his knees and Y/n immediately slid to his side.

“It’s okay I’m here.” Her shaking arms wrapped around him. He wasn’t crying or screaming, he was silent and to her, that was scarier. Johanna started yelling more toward the Capitol and how sick this all was, secretly Y/n knew she was only doing it so they’d take the cameras off them even for just a moment.

His arms finally wrapped back around her, even in a moment like this he was still cautious of her injuries, making sure not to place his hands on her open wounds. They sat there for what seemed like forever.

“Let me take you back to the beach” She whispered into his damp hair. He started to stand on his own. Y/n wrapped an arm around his center as support and then hobbled back toward the sound of the waves. Peeta was still trying to get Katniss up but right now neither of them could care, her eyes never leaving Finnick, like if she looked away he would disappear. 

They sat on the bank where when the waves crashed it hit their ankles in silence for a while until the sun began to hit the horizon, they were going to have to leave soon and start their plan.

“You should wash off, you’re covered in dirt.” She turned to Finnick. He nodded, walking into the water. Before he got too far though Y/n kicked up her foot just enough to splash his back. He turned his head around to see her suppressing a smile.

“Not funny” 

“Didn’t say it was.” She responded fast. Her chin quivered more as it became more difficult to hide the smile. She kicked her foot again, this time a few drops hitting him in the face. Her hand covered her mouth as she snickered.

Katniss sat against a log a few feet down the beach as she watched Finnick run at Y/n, pick her up, and throw her into the deeper water before swimming after her. It was the first time in a while she heard a scream of joy rather than pain or fear. How could they be having fun in a moment like this?

Johanna, who had stayed with her while the boys went to find something small to eat, noticed Katniss watching.

“You need to get a grip,” Katniss whipped her head around. 

“What are you talking about?”

Johanna let out a laugh. “You think nobody notices the way you constantly watch those two? You’re the only person to look at that and think it’s anything but stupid love.” She gestured to them, still splashing each other with water like children. “You thinking that’s fake is the real entertainment here. I think they’re the only two lunatics that could find any sort of sick joy in this place, and that proves enough to me.” She shook her head, going back to cleaning her axe.

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Stars in her eyes

Finnick Odair x Reader

She/her pronouns used, use of Y/n

Content warning: SA mention in part 3

Summary: Five times Finnick saw the stars in her eyes and one time she saw the waves in his.

Word Count: 3.1k (got carried away)

She stepped off the train in District 4, the victor of the 66th games, Y/n. Peacekeepers led her to a small room in their justice building. It was cold and quiet, goosebumps forming on her exposed arms. It was her victory tour, 12 districts in 13 days, facing the families of other children she killed or watched be killed, spewing off dumb speeches about how she would serve the Capitol as their victor. All bullshit. 

On the train ride from District 5 Y/n had asked if she could see the ocean during her time in 4, it had been the only thing she actually asked for since officially winning and they told her no, that there would be no time. 

Her boots thumped against the floorboards as she carried herself to the window, the early morning sun slightly warming her. She watched peacekeepers start to set up the stages outside, preparing to host her to give yet another ridiculous two-minute speech her escort wrote. She was used to the routine by now, she arrived in whatever district early morning, waited for nearly half the day alone in whatever room they’d hold her in, give her speech, and off to the next place. No room for anything else. 

The sound of the door behind her opening tore her attention away from outside, standing there was a boy her age wearing a white linen set of clothes and flashing an overly eager smile. She immediately recognized him as the winner from last year, Finnick Odair.

“Welcome to District 4 Y/n.” Finnick strolled over like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Is there anything I can get for you? I know you’re here for a short time but I’d still like for your time to be nice.” Finnick sank into a chair a few feet away from her.

“Unless you can bring the ocean to my view out this window I think I’m fine.”

“You want to see the sea?” He seemed surprised.

“I’ve never seen it before, thought I would have time but apparently I don’t”

“Why don’t I take you? You’re our special guest. It would be rude for me to not accommodate your only request” Bronze curls bounced as he was already headed for the door. Finnick poked his head out the door, making sure nobody was outside. “All the peacekeepers are setting up your stage plus it’s not far, we’ll be back before anyone knows you’re gone.” He flashed another smile, this one a bit more genuine than the first one. Y/n followed him out skeptical, sneaking past what few people were left in the justice building. He was right it was less than ten minutes of walking, comfortable silence between them the whole time. 

They reached a dune and Y/n was almost scared to walk on it. Finnick laughed at her, in an enduring way, before taking her hand and helping her over the top of it. She stopped in her tracks as the water finally came into view. The slightly chilly breeze caught in her styled hair. It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

“See it’s nothing that great, just water and-” Finnick cut himself as he turned to Y/n, her eyes were huge and her jaw was slightly open. He felt a sense of warmth growing through him that he got to be the only person to witness how taken she was by something he saw every day. It was as if there were stars in her eyes.

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The next year, Y/n sat in the lavish area given to mentors so they could watch the games. She wasn’t even watching. Her kids were already dead; two kids she had gone to school with were gone. 

“Y/n?” A soft voice came from behind her. Finnick Odair. The boy from 4 that showed her the ocean. They had spoken briefly when they both first arrived in the Capitol as mentors but other than that Y/n had kept to herself. 

“Hey” She didn’t even turn around, just stared down at her lap, the action on the giant television illuminating the area around them.

“Let me take you out of here, I think you’ve watched enough today.” He placed a hand on her shoulder so lightly she wasn't positive it was there. She just nodded, standing up and letting him guide her up to the roof of the tribute building. A warm breeze hitting her face seemingly snapped her out of the daze she had been in before. “They always say your first year as a mentor is the worst but I don’t think it ever gets better,” Finnick said as he slid down a nearby wall.

“You really know how to cheer someone up.” Y/n said in a sarcastic tone and then joined him, sitting down next to him.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” He closed his eyes.

“I didn’t think it ever would, it would be more shocking if it were to.” She brought her legs to her chest. An effortless silence engulfed them, a nice contrast to the constant destruction she had been watching all day. After a few minutes, she spoke up again, softly, like she was scared to startle Finnick. “Can you see the stars in your district?”

“If I walk far enough down the beach, yeah, I don’t do it often though. Can you?” He opened his eyes to see Y/n staring up at the sky, not a single star in sight due to the obscene amount of light the Capitol gave off. 

“Sometimes, it depends on where I am. I wish I could see them here with all the tall buildings but who am I kidding?” She dropped her head. “Thanks for getting me out of there by the way,” Her neck turned to make eye contact with Finnick. “You’re the only person that I’ve felt cares about me as a human being.”

“Yeah…of course.” His voice came out so softly. He started getting that warm feeling again, realizing he’d never have to look at the night sky again with how many stars he saw in her eyes.

—

Time passed, and Y/n became more valuable to the Capitol as she got older, growing out of her “childish” look and into the regal way she now carried herself. The people loved her personality, and constantly asked to attend parties and red carpet events for nothing more than for obsessive Capitol citizens to hear her voice, she didn’t realize how lucky that outcome was. She adored her district but for the past three months had been forced to live in the Capitol, constantly fitted for the next outfit for the next event for the next camera appearance and it was her hell. However bad it was though every time she had time she and Finnick found something to escape to.

It was late, much later than she usually stayed up. She was washing out a mug in her sink when she heard the faintest knock. Wouldn’t have been heard if she wasn’t five feet away from the door. She quietly walked over and peeked through the peephole and her breath hitched in her throat at who stood there. She threw the door open to see him, Finnick.

Finnick looked like a lost puppy, his clothes were disheveled, his eyes were red-rimmed, looked like a gust of wind would blow him over, and he smelled of booze but she could tell he wasn’t intoxicated…he just left a party.

“Finnick?” Y/n helped him inside and, in the process noticing the numerous bruises on his body his clothes did a poor job of covering. “What happened to you?”

“I needed to see someone I know.” His voice cracked as he hobbled to her couch. “You’re the only person I thought of.”

She got him a glass of water and sat with him. “I appreciate you thinking of me, however, that doesn’t answer my question.” She said softly. “If you don’t want to tell me-” He cut her off.

“I’ve been avoiding telling you why I’m in the Capitol all the time for a while now and I can’t keep it from you anymore.” It was true she had asked a few times previously but he would always brush it off or come up with some stupid excuse. “Snow sells my body, to anybody with enough money” He spoke with so much venom in his words that Y/n had never seen any of these sides of him. “For the past four years, I’ve been passed around and I’m reaching a point where I'm losing myself.” His head dropped and she could see tears falling from his eyes. “I’m used up, dirty.”

“Finnick,” She didn’t even know where to start, never in a million years would she have guessed he was going through this. “There is nothing wrong with you, you’re perfect. The people here are disgusting for their behavior toward you.” Her voice whispered, afraid if she spoke louder she’d lose control of her anger. “I’m so sorry you’ve been fighting this by yourself but please know you have me, I will always be here to tell you exactly what an amazing man you are if you ever lose that.” She planted a soft kiss on the side of his head.

Finnick looked up, tears still slipping down his cheeks but looking at her he knew in a vast ocean of uncertainty and fighting efforts that he would always feel comfort and security in the stars in her eyes. That they would never burn out.

—

After that night they were beyond comfort to one another. Their long-term friendship blossomed into a relationship built on understanding and trust like nothing else. They became support systems for one another in a world of people using them for superficial things. 

They were living as carefree as they could, Y/n had moved into Finnick’s Victor home in 4 after a while and besides the constant calls between them back to the Capitol or her going back to her district to visit, they found a good routine. They fell into rhythm with ease but in Panem, nothing can be good for too long.

Y/n was chopping vegetables for dinner when she heard the announcement that for the Quarter Quell, all the tributes would be picked from the existing victor pool. 

Everything was silent for a moment, she couldn’t tell if what she heard was correct. It wasn’t until Finnick screamed her name through the house that she snapped out of it. He burst into the kitchen and it was another moment of silence. Neither wanting to say it, neither wanting to admit out loud that even though the chances of both being reaped were low the chance of neither of them was even lower. 

The knife clunked into the cutting board as she blinked out of her daze. “Finnick.” It was fear, pure fear in her voice.

“I know.”

Two weeks later Y/n and Finnick stood on a train platform, she had to go home for the reaping. “I love you,” She said, staring up at him.

“I love you too” Was all he said, bringing her into a hug. Nothing else needed to be said.

She wasn’t reaped, some other unfortunate woman had to go back into the arena and for just a moment she thought she would be lucky, that the odds might actually be in her favor for once, until she watched Finnick’s name get pulled out of that bowl. Watched him take his place on that stage as the male tribute for District 4.

Y/n paced, she paced the roof of the tribute building biting off nearly all her nails. After the news of Finnick getting reaped, she begged to be the mentor for her district so she could see him again. She was so lost in her head she barely heard the door open and shut.

“Y/n” Finnick's suave voice cut through the thoughts. She immediately ran into his arms. “Promise me you won’t watch.” That was all he said. 

“What?” She looked up at him.

“Just trust me, do not watch please.” She trusted him more than anything so she just nodded her head. “Now will you please look at me like this isn’t the last time you’ll ever see me” She gave her an ever-charming smile causing her to return one. There they were, the stars were still there, reminding Finnick that nothing could go wrong looking into them. That even in those darkest moments where there seemed to be no light he could always find the stars in his love’s eyes.

—

Months. He had been suffering for months. The moment Finnick found out Y/n had been taken by the Capitol rather than kept safe before the rebellion began she trashed the room they had given him. After that, he became a shell of the man he was before.

Months. She had been suffering for months. The moment she was taken to the Capitol, the torture had begun, and she didn’t even know why. She had stayed good to the promise and didn’t watch the Games, so she missed the entire rebellion beginning. Other than her torturers, the only sounds she would hear were the sounds of Johanna and Peeta going through the same things.

Y/n’s eyes opened to unfamiliar light beating down on her, the smell of rubbing alcohol and pennies attacked her nose, after so long with sensory deprivation it was overwhelming and she immediately panicked. Shaking and trying to get the wires off her. She only stopped when the door flung open to reveal the only person she thought about each day there. Finnick.

He rushed to her side, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up from the bed. Her body naturally wrapped around him.

“I thought I was never going to see you again,” She whispered against his lips before pressing hers against them. The entire interaction was hysterical, just the two of them, they missed each other, and how they could never be apart anymore. Eventually, once they both calmed down, Mumbling how much Finnick explained everything to her, from where they were in District 13 to the riots in the districts. 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.” Finnick's head was in his hands as he sat in a chair at her bedside.

“Finnick, it’s not your fault.”

The days were alright and some nights were worse than others until they took the meds away from her. Y/n’s head was always spinning, she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. Finnick realized this quickly, and by helping every time she didn’t know what was real and what was placed in her head by the Capitol she would ask him if it was real or not real and he would tell her the truth.

They began to fall into a routine during her recovery, he’d bring her breakfast, they’d eat together, he’d push her around 13 in a wheelchair, he’d attend meetings with others while she stayed in her hospital room to read, then they’d just talk until he had to go to dinner. The moment she was well enough to go to the cafeteria though she went with him. Until one day President Coin asked to have a meeting with them.

They sat waiting for a few minutes until the woman with Plutarch hot on her heels walked in sitting across from them.

“I’m glad you two have decided to speak with me.” Coin began, giving a smile that was clearly forced. Y/n wanted to tell her she left very little room to say no, but she bit her tongue. “With our Mockingjay being injured, we haven’t had much to give in the way of our thriving here in 13, we want to show the districts and the Capitol we’re not going down. So with thought and rumors of you two speaking of getting married, we’d like to film it, it shows the world Y/n is still on our side, no torture could destroy that.” Silence. All the air was sucked out of the room but Coin and Plutarch stared at them like it was a reasonable request.

“This is ridiculous-” Y/n started but Finnick interrupted her.

“She means this is something we would need to think about. Can we get back to you tomorrow?” He gave them one of his camera-ready lopsided smiles. They agreed, and Finnick walked Y/n back to her room.

“There’s rumors of us getting married?” Y/n sat in her bed as Finnick paced around.

“I made a joke to Johanna and I guess someone overheard and took it seriously.”

“They want to turn us into a stupid propo because they can’t use Katniss, Coin didn’t even use her name. It was “Mockingjay”, they don’t care about any of us, we’re being used just like it was in the Capitol.” Y/n was getting more angry, her face flushing.

“And we can’t say no.” Both of them said in unison, both stopping to look at each other, eyes locking to say everything they couldn’t out loud. 

“What if we do it,” Finnick started slowly. “But we only let them record us putting the rings on, they get their propo and we get our moment.”

“You want to get married?” Y/n’s voice was quiet and innocent, all the anger was gone.

“To you? Of course, I do.” Finnick gave her a smile, a real one. “If you do too I say in this world there’s no better time than the present. This is less than ideal but when we get out of here we can have a real ceremony, this can make due for right now. I just want you there.”

The next day they gave Coin their answer with their condition. Lucky for them Coin agreed and three weeks later Y/n walked down the aisle.

The boy who showed her the ocean stood in front of her in a perfect suit. The boy that would never lie. The man who deserved the world. The man who would do anything for her. The man who had crashing waves in his eyes that would always remind her of that moment, the moment she knew her life was changed.

The girl who found joy in such small things stood in front of him in the most radiant dress. The girl who longed to touch every inch of the world. The woman who knew the real him and loved him endlessly. The woman who would always forgive him. The woman with stars in her eyes that would always remind him of that moment, the moment he knew his life was changed.

It all faded away. Cameras, people, music, all of it. They were the only two on Earth as she leaned in and kissed him like two puzzle pieces that were never meant to be pulled apart.

Oh, how she wished she could've stayed here forever…