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motelofmermaids · 5 months

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Okay. Buy dad!Finnick was the absolute cutest thing…. But what if they had a girl? I never see anyone write Finn as a girl dad.

he’d most definitely be a girl dad!

here are some headcanons of finnick odair with his daughter.

༄ finnick was well prepared for braiding his daughter’s hair, having years of practice of braiding yours. she’d always run up to him with her long and tangled hair, “daddy, daddy! braid, please.” and finnick would sit her down and tell her jokes as he detangled her hair and styled it so she’d sit still.

❦ finnick introduced his daughter to the sea, to the beach. he told her about his love for it, how it was the same love he had for you. he shared his experiences, his fishing stories, taught her about marine life. “oh! and this,” finnick said, picking up a dried starfish on the way home, “is a starfish, it’s a gift for you—from the ocean.” and his daughter knew she loved the beach and the sea for as long as she lived.

༄ finnick loved tea parties and dressing up for pretend fashion shows. he’d hover around as you and your daughter sat on the floor, sipping on tea and eating small snacks you had made. he’d ask “how does it taste?” and “is the tea warm enough?” and you’d roll your eyes, giggling out a, “you know you can join, finn.” and he’d smile wide and run so fast to plop down in between you and his daughter—it looked like it hurt.

❦ finnick enjoyed telling his daughter bedtime stories. he’d sit at the edge of her bed as you’d gently stroke her cheek as she fell asleep. he’d make up stories about a fish princess, or his daughter riding on a dolphin’s back to save the day. his ideas were endless, and sometimes you’d quirk a surprised eyebrow at him because he always had a new story to tell.

༄ finnick is a protective father. not in the way he was protective of you when the freedom of the districts didn’t exist and the games still occurred. he’s protective in a way that when his teenage daughter would bring home a boy, he’d politely interrogate him. not in a ‘what are your intentions with my daughter?’ way, but more so in a way that he wanted to know that this guy was enough to make her smile, comfortable, and safe.

❦ finnick odair who cried at his daughter’s wedding because just yesterday she was his little girl. he’d be in the back with her and you, fixing up her dress and telling her how beautiful she looked. and your daughter would say, “much thanks to the both of you, i am the creation of two of the most beautiful and strongest people.” and you’d start to tear up, because you and finnick fought so hard, fought for the liberation to have a life like this; to have a daughter like her.

#kel’s anon show 📺#finnick odair #finnick odair as a dad #this is kind of like ‘if finnick odair was a dad and a husband’#finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader

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soursonnets · 5 months

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thinking about dad!finnick......

this may be controversial, but personally finnick gives off such boy dad vibes. not saying he wouldn't be over the moon for a little girl! but imagine finnick's little mini-me. he'd have the same grin, the same sea-salt ridden dirty blonde hair, but he has your laugh and your eyes. he also has your wit and your ability to get finnick to do whatever you wanted to. imagine you and finnick taking your boy to the beach where you lay on a towel, reading and trying to tan, but also swooning at how finnick and your baby boy come up to you every couple minutes with a new shell, which they get rewarded with a kiss for. and by the time you have to go, your son tired himself out so you and finnick carry him home :(

might write a full fledged fic about this idk.... (i'm ovulating)

#finnick odair #dad!finnick #dad!finnick odair #the hunger games #post mockingjay #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair blurb #finnick odair fluff

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stevenrogered · 6 months

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now that the hunger games is popular again with the new movie out, ive realized there are a whole crop of fans who don't know/forgot these incredible fan made videos exist. they were huge in the fandom at the time for how good they were

haymitch's games:

youtube

the story of finnick and annie:

youtube

#the hunger games #thg #haymitch abernathy #finnick odair #annie cresta #me posting about thg like its 2013 and what of it lol #there are 2 more with young katniss and her dad and katniss/rue too!#av #i remember watching these so many times lol

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hyperfixationstati0n · 1 month

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finnick odair being a sweetheart during your pregnancy hcs?

I LOVE THIS also this is post war happy ending type shit

Finnick Odair who goes into shock finding out you’re pregnant. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, frozen in place. But then he snaps out of it and gets just SO giddy.

Finnick Odair who starts decorating/building your baby’s nursery mere weeks after finding out. No matter how much you tell him you guys have time he’s just super eager to get things going!!

Finnick Odair who will make sure you have every single one of your cravings, however weird they may be to him. He’s leaving the house at 3 am because you were craving something so bad and he’s not going to let you not have it.

Finnick Odair who stays up at night, long after you’ve fallen asleep, thinking about all his fears about being a father. He doesn’t want you to see his insecurities-he just wants you to focus on your own feelings and the baby. He’s so excited to be a dad but he’s scared about everything that could go wrong.

Finnick Odair who falls in love with you even more when you start to show (as if that’s even possible). He loves seeing your bump grow every month, and every month that does pass he gets more and more secure in how his little family is growing.

Finnick Odair who doesn’t care about the gender. like at all. He just wants a family and that’s already being fulfilled, so as long as the baby’s healthy he’s happy.

Finnick Odair who-as i’ve said before-teaches his kids how to swim. He’s thinking about it before youve even give birth lol.

Finnick Odair who doesn’t let you lift a finger while you’re pregnant. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible. He probably comes off as a little overbearing/overprotective, but it comes from a place of love.

And when your baby does get there he’s in awe and constantly smiling :)

#dad finnick odair #finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick odair headcanons #the hunger games #thg #finnick odair x reader

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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Headcanons on father!Finnick PLEASEEEEE

before your child is born, he's extremely doting during the pregnancy. on you, and your baby. he's always talking to the little one, reading books, playing music, everything. he makes sure he's taking care of both of you, doing whatever you need and want just to make sure you're comfortable.

doesn't have a preference for a boy or a girl, and he would be a great parent for both. but he is a Girl Dad. i can't explain it, but he screams Girl Dad. and he would practice doing your hair (if you have any) to prepare for doing his little girl's hair. and is always calling you two "my girls". always.

cries during the birth. like sobs whenever he gets to hold his baby for the first time.

during the night, if your baby is having trouble sleeping, he's up before you even hear the first cry. he's kissing your head, telling you to go back to sleep, and he's in the nursery, rocking them back to sleep, singing lullabies that he remembers from childhood.

speaking of, he decorates the fuck out of the nursery. in contact with as many capitol designers that he knows, getting the most specific objects created and custom made paint colors. he goes all out for the room that he hopes to spend loads of time in.

fatherhood just looks so good on him. he has a certain glow to his skin when he's holding your kid on one arm, and flipping pancakes with the other. even whenever your baby projectile vomits, or spits up, or absolutely ruins a diaper, he's still beaming from within.

as your child starts to grow up, he mourns more and more. he takes pictures 24/7, and gets really into scrapbooking, to document as many moments as possible.

it's usually pictures of you in there. photos of you breastfeeding, when he told you you looked incredible even though you hadn't done anything to your hair in days. photos of your baby mid-crawl, just a blur of motion. then mid-walk, another blur of motion and a gummy smile. photos of you and your child sitting on the beach together, matching swimsuits and matching hats that finnick's apart of. eventually, you have to take the camera away from him to get photos of him in there too.

pictures of finnick helping your kid blow out their 2nd birthday candles. pictures of finnick teaching your kid the alphabet with a brightly colored book. photos of finnick in the ocean, holding your baby as they start to learn the motions of swimming.

there's so much clutter in the scrapbook, and even more clutter of photos around the house, that you and finnick don't know what to do whenever another one comes along.

#dad!finnick odair #dad!finnick #finnicksworld!#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick odair #celeste writes thg

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swiftieblyth · 2 days

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Odair’s Miracle

Warnings- pregnant reader, husband!finnick, typical hunger games let me know what else:)

Y/N was sitting on the couch, hands running along her seven month bump as Finnick was scattering around the house trying to baby proof it. You didn’t really need to have it baby proofed quit yet, but it’s Finnick’s way of distracting himself from the Quoter Quell announcement that’s about to come.

“Finnick!” Y/N called.

“Has it started?” He asked, running in.

“No.” Y/N breathed, hands on her bump, tears in her eyes.

Finnick softened as he saw the tears. “Hey, don’t cry.” He let out, walking over and getting on his knees in front of her. “Tell me what’s wrong love.”

“I’m scared.” Y/N let out. “We don’t know what Snow’s gonna do. Finn, neither of us can go back. I can’t handle that.”

“I know. I know.” He let out grabbing her hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “Who said anything about us going back?”

“Finny, why else would you be baby proofing the house?”

“You know me so well,” Finnick sighed, looking down.

“I’m scared Finn.”

“I know honey,” Finnick let out, getting up and sitting down next to you. “Come on. Let’s cuddle.”

“I’m so scared Finny,” Y/N let out as Finnick wrapped her arms around her. “I just want to raise our baby in peace.”

“ai know honey, I know.” Finnick cooed, wrapping his arms under her bump and holding it up. She let out a light moan that made him smile. “That feel good my love?”

“Never stop.” She smiled.

“Of course Mama.”

“How do you always know how to put a smile on my face?”

“Cause you’re my girl.” He let out, kissing her head.

Music chimed from the TV, indicating it was about to start. You and Finnick both held your breathes as President Snow appeared on the screen.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Citizens or Panem. This is the 75 year of the Hunger Games. When the charter of the Games was written, it was dedicated that every 25 years there would be a quarter Quell. To make fresh for each new generation the memory of those killed by the rebellion against the Capital. The Quarter Quell was reserved for the games of special significance. On the 25 anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for every Capital citizen, each year District was required to send twice the Tributes to the arena. And now, on the 75 anniversary of the rebellion, we honor our third Quarter Quell, as bestowed to us, by the signers of the Treaty of Treason. ‘As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capital, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped.’ Are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each District.”

That was it. You just felt your heart stop. Your whole world was destroying all around you. “No!” You cried, hands on your bump. “NO!”

“Honey, I need you to breathe.” Finnick let out, voice shaky as he tried not to cry. “Breathe.”

“Finny, our baby!”

“I know. I know, honey. But the baby needs you to breathe. Can you do that for me and the baby Mama?”

“I can’t go back.”

“You won’t. No one will let you.” He explained. “Honey, you know someone will volunteer if your name gets picked. No one will send you in pregnant.”

“Finny, you can’t go back there.”

“Honey, if they call my name, I have no choice.”

“But our baby.”

“Our baby will be fine.”

“I won’t be. I can’t do this without you Finny.”

“Honey,” Finnick sighed, wiping a tear away. “If I go back, and I don’t make it, you’re going to have to do it without me.”

🔱🔱🔱

“The male tribute from district 4 is Finnick Odair!”

Finnick bit down his tears, as he smiled his charming smile. Y/N felt her heart brake as her husband got called to go back, she didn’t even notice the tears falling down her face.

“And the female tribute from district 4 is Y/N L/N-Odair!”

Everyone gasped when Y/N’s name was called, tears coming to Finnick’s eyes. Mags quickly raised her hand and pointed for her to go. Y/N broke down into a sob as Mags hugged her.

Finnick watched, tears slowly falling down his cheeks as Mags hugged his crying, pregnant wife. Knowing that he couldn’t wrap her up in a hug.

🔱🔱🔱

Finnick had convinced everyone to let Y/N go to the capital with him and Mags so Y/N wouldn’t be left alone. Though she would have been safe with his sister, Annie, back at their beach house in 4, Finnick knew Y/N wouldn’t be able to handle not being with him in the Capital.

Y/N was currently sitting on the train on the way to the capital, crying in the arms of her loving husband.

“It’s okay, honey.” Finnick breathed, kissing her head. “I’m right here.”

“But, Finny, you could die.”

“We don’t know that honey. Let me worry about it. You don’t need to be worrying right now. Our baby doesn’t need their Mommy worrying about their Daddy.”

“How could I not worry about you though?” Y/N asked, resting her head on his chest as she sat in his lap.

“Please don’t. For me please don’t.”

“But I love you so much.”

“I know honey. And I love you too. Which is why I dont want you worrying. To keep you and the baby healthy.”

“Please don’t die on me.” Y/N cried, voice breaking as she shook in his arms.

Finnick’s heart broke as he held her close to him. Kissing her head he said, “I know honey. I know. I’m going to do my best.”

🔱🔱🔱

Y/N was standing while Finnick and Mags was getting ready to mount up. The baby was kicking as Y/N subconsciously ran her hand along her bump, deep in thought.

“Honey,” Finnick called, kissing her head as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “We’ve talked about this. What’s on that pretty little mind of yours honey?”

“You know what,” Y/N let out, turning to looked at him. “Us. The baby. I’m just so scared.”

“I know honey, I know. But everything’s going to be okay, yeah?”

“How can you say that?” Y/N asked, looking up at him. Little did she know that her husband just signed up to be part of the rebel group.

“Just trust me on this, okay?” He asked, wiping a tear. “You trust me right?” She nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought pretty girl.” He smiled kissing her head. “Now don’t worry, okay.”

“Okay.” Y/N breathed. “I like this look on you.”

“Yeah?” Finnick smiled, looking down at his wife.

“Yeah.” She smiled, placing a hand on his bare chest. “I like seeing your abbs. They’re hot.”

“Thank you my love.” Finnick smiled, putting a hand on her bump, feeling the baby as they frantically moved, frowning a bit. “Baby’s really active arnt they?”

“Yeah. They’re nervous about their daddy.”

Finnick bit down and kissed them bump. “Hey, baby. It’s Daddy. I’m going to be okay. But I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take care of your Mommy for me while I’m gone. I won’t be gone for long, but take care of her while I am, okay? Can you do that for me sweetness?” Finnick smiled, and got back up. “Go sit with Mags and get some rest, okay honey? I need to go talk to some people.”

“Okay.”

🔱🔱🔱

“Katniss,” Finnick called, walking up to her.

“Hello, Finnick.”

“Do you want a sugar cube? I mean, it’s supposed to be for the horses, but… I mean, who cares about them, right? They got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I… Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it.”

“No thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday. I bet your wife likes it.”

“She does.” Finnick smiled, at the mention of his wife. “You look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?”

“I outgrew them.”

“You certainly did. Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you… You could’ve made it out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted.”

“Well, I don’t like jewels and I have more money than I need, so… What did you do with all your wealth, anyway?”

“I haven’t dealt in anything as common as money in years.”

“Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”

“With secrets. What about you, Girl on Fire? Any secrets worth my time?”

“I’m an open book. Everybody always seems to know my secrets before I know them myself.”

“Unfortunately, I think that’s true.” Finnick let out.

“Finnick,” Y/N let out, waddling a little as she made her way to Finnick. “Don’t torment this sweet girl. She’s gone through enough.”

“I’m not honey,” Finnick explained, wrapping an arm around her. “Just chatting. What about you? I thought I told you to rest?”

“I missed you.”

Finnick hummed and smiled down at her. “Honey, this is Katniss Everdeen, Katniss, this is my wife, Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled, sticking out her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Katniss smiled, shaking her hand. “Congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you. I just wish it was in better times.”

“Yes, well, you’re not due for another two months so we have time.” Finnick let out.

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mzannthropy · 3 months

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You know how it's been suggested that Walker Scobell would make a good young Finnick Odair, and how Sam Claflin said he'd agree to play Finnick's dad in a prequel--or take my idea of Sam as older Finnick who survived and Walker as his son?

They both also like to touch their nose during interviews. [x] [x]

#sam claflin #walker scobell #finnick odair #they should play father and son #they're 22 yrs apart which would make sam a young dad #but there have been smaller gaps between actors playing parent and child #mypost

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wreywrites · 7 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 3: The Crown

Chapter 16

After Caesar and his camera crew leave, Mags, Finnick, and I sit down for lunch. My eating guidelines are substantially more flexible even since lunch yesterday, so I have an entire bowl of lamb stew, two cheese biscuits, and a handful of strawberries. Finnick finds this amusing.

We spend the afternoon watching the rebroadcast of this morning’s interview. And by “we” I mean “Mags and Finnick.” I fall asleep shortly after we talk about eating whale.

When I wake up, a highlight reel is playing. I spend several seconds trying to figure out which Games it is before realizing these are my Games. From now on, I will be among the near-constant replays of Hunger Games past. Next year, when two more kids from Four are living here and they decide to stay up and talk strategy late into the night, it will be my Games playing quietly in the background.

The second thing I notice is that I am no longer sitting on the sofa, but laying down, and my head is in someone’s lap. A rather disconcerting turn of events, if I do say so myself. Even worse, it is most definitely Finnick’s lap. I spend a few seconds trying to decide if it would be more awkward to sit up and apologize or sit up and pretend it never happened. I settle for option three, which is to do nothing. So I watch myself in the Hunger Games.

I must have been asleep for quite a while, because they have a feed of the arena on one side of the screen, and the other side is showing the friends and family interviews. Zalea is hunting, trying to sneak close enough to the buffalo herd to pick one off, and on the other side of the screen, a man and woman who can only be Tychus’s parents are talking about how proud they are of him and how they know he will win.

One of my legs is asleep, but I am not going to move. I think I would rather die than admit I am awake and have to face the consequences of whatever actions led me to this point. Except the next interview is my father.

I sit straight up.

“Well good morning,” Finnick says.

I can hear him smiling, but I don’t care. I haven’t seen Dad for a month and a half. And I know this is him from over two weeks ago, but it is still him. He looks tired. He probably stayed up late and got up even earlier than normal to watch me for as long as possible, to make sure I was doing alright. I hope Mako’s parents made sure he was eating.

“What can I say about Annie that you all don’t already know?” Dad says. “She’s strong and smart and resourceful. She can take care of herself, that’s for sure. And she won’t take any grief from anyone.” He laughs. “Just ask her fishing crew about that.”

“We will,” Phineas Worley, who has done the friends and family interviews in Four for as long as I can remember, laughs as well. He sobers quickly though, and says, “I’d like to ask for your thoughts on Mako Silther as well.”

“What thoughts?” my father asks. “Anything specific, or…?”

Phineas shakes his head.

My father thinks for a moment, then says, “It’s a real shame that they both went. Though, I’m not sure it would have been any better if only one of them did. Guess then there’d be a chance they’d both live to see the end of the Games, instead of the certainty that one of them won’t. But I am… I’m actually kind of glad that Mako’s in there with Annie. They have each other, which means they each have someone they trust unfailingly, someone whose back they want to watch and whose back they’ll watch without question.”

Phineas nods. “If you could say anything to Annie right now, what would it be?”

Dad smiles. “That I love her. More than she will ever know or understand, more than anything else. And that I know she can win, because she’s my Tiger Shark.”

The interview switches to the parents of the boy from Twelve. Zalea, wearing her poncho, is creeping closer to the herd. And I am crying.

Finnick silently puts an arm around my shoulders. I know he is trying to help, but somehow it makes it worse. I am sobbing now.

“I miss him so much! And I didn’t realize it until I saw him and I-” I turn and bury my head in Finnick’s shoulder. “I just want to go home.”

He says nothing, but turns so he can wrap his other arm around me as well.

“I just want to go home and go back to my life and forget all of this! Forget Elsie and Merritt and Stitch and Zalea and-” I am sobbing so hard I can’t catch my breath. “And- and- I just want their eyes to go away! And the sounds!” This is ridiculous. I know this is ridiculous, but I can’t stop. Maybe if I say everything that is trapped in my head, it’ll go away. “I can hear them all the time! The sound of that arrow sticking in Merritt, and Mako’s head hitting the ground, and Taffeta choking when I stab her, and the cannons! The cannons never stop, and they are always looking at me and I can’t look away!” And I must be out of things to say, because now I am silent.

Finnick rests his chin on top of my head. We sit like this for long seconds. I am still wracked with sobs. And I can hear the sounds.

“Please say something. I don’t want to hear them,” I whimper. “Please just talk to me.”

He takes a deep breath. “I killed the girl from Four. I killed a lot of people, but she’s the one that haunts me. Her name was Leena. There were only three of us left. We broke off the alliance at six. The rest of us killed each other off. And then it was only us and Circe from Two. I couldn’t find her. But I did find Leena. She was catching fish. I came up behind her, and when she turned around I just… killed her. And then Circe jumped out and attacked me. If I’d waited two more minutes, Circe would have killed Leena for me. But how could I have known that?” He pauses. “We’ve all done things, seen things we wish we hadn’t. Ask any victor, even the ones who act tough, even the ones who volunteered. At some point, we all crack. It’s learning to live with it that’s the trick. And that’s what you, I, all of us, have to remember. We did what we did to survive, and now we’re living with the consequences of our actions, but we are living.”

And then I hear Coral’s voice. “I’d tell her that I miss her every day. Her laugh, her confidence, her tallness and intimidating-ness that I use to push through crowds because I am very small. I miss her, and I can’t wait to see her soon, because I know I will.”

I sniffle and unbury my face to look at the screen. Coral and Jade are sitting on a bench at the pier where we used to have diving contests. Phineas is sitting on one of the deck chairs that are community property as long as you leave them somewhere on the pier or the beach nearby and in good condition.

Jade nods. “And I’d say… I’d say thank you for always being there for me. She saved my life when we were little, and I thank her for that all the time, but now I just wish I could tell her how much I appreciate her being my friend. Not only did she save my life, she made it better every day.”

The screen cuts to a boy who reminds me of Zalea. Maybe a brother or cousin.

I sniffle again. “How can I go back to them? I’m not the person they remember. I’m not the Annie that left District Four.”

“I don’t think they’ll expect you to be,” Finnick says. “They’ll just be glad you came home at all, and I’m sure they’ll be there for you no matter what.”

“How do I explain to them what changed me? I don’t want this to be their burden too.”

“Annie. Those two are loyal to a fault. Do you know how much they sent me to get you those binoculars?”

I stare at him.

“A lot,” he says. “It was a lot.”

“They sponsored me?”

Finnick laughs. “They’re your best friends. I’d have been worried if they didn’t send you anything. Though that one bordered on the obscene. Besides, pretty much all of Four was sponsoring you. How do you think I got all those cream cheese rolls? The most expensive bread item available, I might add.”

I laugh a little. It sets off a fit of hiccups. “Probably because I told Caesar they were my favorite.”

“Probably,” Finnick laughs. “But everything was expensive this year. It was absolutely insane by the end. Water cost an arm and a leg. Iodine drops were worth my weight in gold.”

“I’m not sure I believe that.”

“Okay, not quite that much, but… let’s just say you were extremely lucky to get those. And they got even more expensive after.”

“Well, I’m glad Titus Vickers liked me enough to pay for it. Actually, I’m glad Cassia liked me enough to talk Titus into paying for it.”

“The mouths of babes, and all that.”

“What does that even mean?”

He shrugs. “No idea. Mags used to say it all the time though, when she was mentoring me.”

That reminds me, “Where is Mags?”

“Napping the way normal people do—in her room,” he grins slyly. “Should I be concerned about how long you were awake before you moved?”

I feel my cheeks turn pink.

“Or maybe I should tell Gloss. Warn him that you, like every other girl, have grown weary of him and fallen in love with me instead.”

“Why?” My face is very red now, if how hot I feel is any indication. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what? Delightful and endearing? Not sure, I’ve always been this way.”

“And have you always been this humble?”

“No, I’ve worked very hard to become the most humble person in Panem.”

I snort.

We watch Taffeta’s twin brothers, who are perhaps seven, talk about how they want to be like her when they are older. Then the boy from Three’s friends talk about the invention they were working on when he was reaped and how they are holding off work on it until he comes home. Tychus’s teacher is talking about what an intelligent and promising young man he is when I lean against Finnick’s shoulder and say, “Thank you.”

He glances at me. “For what?”

“Everything.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Casca, Marius, and the Preps arrive during the interview with Mako’s friend Perrin. It is time to go home. But first, they must dress me one last time, so the Capitol can see their golden girl in all her glory before she leaves. They put me in a lacy white blouse and (shockingly) a sea-green skirt, curl my hair and top it with my crown, and strap the six-inch heels on my feet, and that is it. We say our goodbyes in the elevator, then Mags, Finnick, and I walk outside and get in the car. It takes us to the train station, where a camera follows us as we leave the car and get on the train. At one of the cameramen’s prompting, I wave from the door of the train car until it closes and we start moving.

I drop into one of the plushy armchairs. I am so tired. Across from me, Finnick lays on his stomach on the couch, one arm hanging off the edge. Mags sits in one of the other armchairs, produces a long piece of string from one of her pockets, and begins tying it into an intricate knot.

Finnick is asleep within seconds. I make a mental note to tease him about it later, and then I wake up to Mags telling me we will be in the train station in Four in ten minutes. Finnick is still sleeping. Mags tries to wake him gently, but he still jumps upright. From her reaction, this must be a common occurrence. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve never seen him sleep before. Maybe he wakes up like that every time.

I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. Mags fixes my hair and adjusts my crown while I smooth out my clothes. The train is slowing down. Finnick pinches the bridge of his nose, runs his fingers through his hair, and stretches until his shoulders pop.

Outside I see familiar scenery. I remember leaving six weeks ago, knowing that I might never see Four again, but knowing there was a chance, if I was smart. And now I am back.

“There will be cameras,” Finnick says as the train crawls into the station.

“What am I supposed to do?”

He shrugs. “They’re just broadcasting you getting home. Nobody has ever been composed for it. I just don’t want you to be surprised.”

The train stops. I am shaking.

Mags checks to make sure I am still wearing my necklace, then opens the door. It is evening in Four and I can tell the sunset will be beautiful tonight. I step onto the platform. There is a small crowd there, all cheering for me, but I pay them no heed. There is only one person I want to see right now, and he is front and center of the crowd. I run into my father’s waiting arms.

“I’m so happy to see you, Annie,” he says, holding me tight.

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motelofmermaids · 5 months

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based off of this request! (I have never written something like this before, so i hope y’all enjoy!)

what i would imagine finnick odair like as a dad.

༄ after the first few months of bringing your son home, it was stressful. there was no doubt that you and finnick had your moments where you wanted to scream into a pillow and wander off to a week long slumber. but when finnick would be sitting in a chair, gently rubbing his pinky finger up and down your baby’s nose to calm him down, you’d be awake as if you’ve never missed a single moment of sleep. you could watch him forever, and finnick would look up at you with a proud smile that he got the once screaming baby to fall asleep.

❥ around the age of three, finnick would start taking him to the beach to collect seashells and play in the water. you’d bring extra blankets and little snacks you made—you ate the scraps in the kitchen, because you couldn’t help yourself, you were a lot more hungry with the constant chaos of moving. your son had made you more active than you could have ever thought, despite the fact you’ve been in the hunger games twice. instead of saving yourself, though, you and finnick had the responsibility of saving your toddler… especially when finnick one time found him up on the wardrobe in his room, crying and unable to get down.

༄ by the age of seven, finnick introduced him to fishing. he gifted a small trident to him on his fifth birthday, but you thought that was a little too soon for a kid to handle a weapon like that. with his own trident, finnick would be in the water with him. “aim right there! you can do it, take it easy now,” he’d say, like the proud father he’s become. sometimes you couldn’t help the little giggles that came out when finnick would say the most dad thing you’ve ever heard. he’s even started making the jokes. “finnick… that joke doesn’t even make sense,” you’d laugh out with a hand over your mouth. to which your over enthusiastic son would say, “but dad’s funny! he’s the funniest man alive!” and you and finnick would smile at each other with a look of ‘i love you.’

❥ “i can’t believe we made someone like him,” you started, head resting on finnick’s shoulder as you watched your 10 year old son sleep. “we made the best versions of ourself into him,” finnick whispered out, thumb gently caressing your hand. “i’m so glad he will never get to experience what we did, he’s allowed to be,” you mumbled with a wobble in your voice, “free.”

༄ when your teenager brought his first significant other home, you and finnick were more than delighted to make a feast. finnick wouldn’t pry, but he’d still be a dad. he’d ask questions, crack a few jokes here and there—which he’s improved quite a bit over the years. he’d hold your hand all throughout dinner, give his son little winks here and there. he’d offer privacy to the young couple to see the stars on the beach with a bottle of wine, to which you kicked his leg under the table because ‘he’s too young.’

❥ when you and finnick were in your sixties, waiting for your son to arrive later in the evening, you’d look back on all the memory albums you’ve created. “i’m so proud of the man he turned into,” finnick would say, “i’m so proud of the person we raised.” you gently nodded, fingers gently brushing over the photos. “i don’t think i could have ever done it without you… you grounded me. you turned me into a good person,” you sighed. reminiscing on the life before snow had died, you hated it. that you were just a kid turned into a cold-blooded murderer. “hey, hey…,” finnick repositioned to look at you, “we might’ve not been able to be free, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t good. we fought, and we gave our son the best life imaginable.” you nodded, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. he was right, your son is living the best life he possibly could, due to the both of you.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #maybe i’d want children if finnick was the father!#this is kind of like ‘if finnick odair was a dad AND a husband’#kel’s anon show 📺

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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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VICTORS SPOILS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

warnings: obsession, following/stalking, creepy behaviour, naive/younger reader, age gap, (reader is 19 and finnick's around 25), non-con touching and kissing, manipulation, bj mentions/insinuations, sex mentions, prostitution mentions, finnick lowkey preying on you - descriptions of brown reader (i was self indulgent since i’m indian 😁) condescending/nit picking mother and pushy parents!

summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!! HERES A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU ❤️GUESS WHO MADE HER OWN LITTLE HEADER GAHH!! i tried my bestttt - ive been away for a littleeee!! sorry babes <33 it was like 3am and i cooked this up in my head before opening my brewing pot (notes app) and jotting it down - NOT PROOFREAD

the hall was so loud.

they always were at capitol parties. your mother and father always dragged you along, stating that a young lady should be getting out, meeting people, friends, becoming well versed and established in the capitol. and that they wouldn’t always be here. “you need to learn to be alone, fend for yourself and stand your ground. how are you gonna do that if you’re always trying to keep to yourself dear?” your mother sweetly smiled as she looked over you, “i think you still have time to change that dress, not the most flattering sweetie.”

you scoffed as she walked away ever so elegantly. you looked over yourself in the mirror, the green dress was gorgeous, to you at least. but the blue dress your mother had chosen was breath-taking, as much as you hated to agree with her opinion. so you bit your tongue and put the chosen dress on.

mother knows best right?

the sun was setting with an especially beautiful array of colours to which you figured no one would really notice you were gone if they were all focused on something else. there was probably a screen upstairs which you could watch something on. a few things to eat and drink then you’d head up there.

finnick was glancing over to you the whole night. you’d worn blue, and he’d taken it as an ode to him. you hadn’t looked over at him yet but your leaving of the party seemed like an invitation to him to finally introduce himself.

as you settled down on the plush couch you felt all your tensions melt away. but finnick wouldn’t leave you alone for long. “i’m sorry i didn’t know this was occupied.” finnick looked sad and you had no clue why, so being as nice as you are had you opening the room in invitation to him. “no, no! i just wanted to get away from the party. you’re welcome to sit with me finnick.” it felt odd to you for some reason, calling him by his name as if he was a friend. you’d only ever seen him through screens and from afar yet he looked as amazing as always.

“are you sure?” you nodded and smiled, moving down the couch to make room for him. he sat down, respectful of your space. he looked drained and you felt the same way. “tired of the party?” you asked as he smiled and nodded, “a lot of people asking a lot of questions.” you spoke, “everyone has something to say or ask. my dad told me he got three men asking for my hand. we haven’t even been here for two hours. it’s like being in a room with vultures. and if i do accept i’ll just be, nothing. someone stuck to the side of some ugly guy who just wants a pretty face.” you didn’t know what it was about him but you felt as if you could tell him anything.

and he sat, and listened. nodding his head and adding it where appropriate. it felt, nice. having someone actually listen to what you said rather than just asking what you were wearing. he was nothing like what you expected. you’d heard the whispers. that he was a playboy, he was with and had been with multiple women and men over the years. and that he liked it, the gifts, the people, the uhm, other aspects.

“but you, i’m sure you have people to meet, scope out.” you wanted to curl up and die as soon as the words left your mouth. “no! oh my god, i do not mean it like that. you- i- you should not feel ashamed of what you like. i am so sorry- i didn’t mean to imply-” god would you stop droning on? finnick pressed his lips into a thin line, “hey it’s okay. you’re fine. in all honestly, i know everyone has mis-conceptions of me.” you took his place in attentive listening as he explained the truth.

the threats, the people pawing at him, him being sold from fourteen.

you were crying. it all sounded unbelievable and unbearable for someone to go through at such a young age, his life was ruined all because he was pretty, desirable. no child should even have to think of such things let alone experience them. and rather than you comforting him, he was sitting with his arms around you. he was too good to be true.

“i- no i’m so sorry that happened to you finnick. i had no clue, no one does. you are such an amazing person, from the little time i’ve known you. you don’t deserve any of this. how could you get away from this? we could- we could expose snow we could-” finnick cut you off with teary eyes, “there’s nothing we can do. trust me, if there was i would have tried. but i think, if i got married perhaps. i’d have a reason to stay away from the captiol. we’d live in district four, in peace.”

the idea was pretty decent, you’d give him that. and you couldn’t help your heart running a little faster at the prospect of potentially marrying him. you were already fast friends, at least you’d marry a friend? even if he potentially loved someone else or you loved another.

“what if- if you married me?”

he’d hoped you’d say that.

“you’d do that for me? seriously?” finnick faked shock as you nodded, “we’re friends, i’d much rather marry you than anyone else here to be honest. we could be happy.” you smiled as he wiped away his last tear. “y/n, that’s an amazing idea.”

your wedding was marvellous.

your parents pushed out buck after buck, no expense spared for their little girl. as if they actually cared for you. your wedding dress was white and pristine, courtesy of snow. your brown hair in curls and your brown skin glistening. but you added blue accents for finnick, or you thought you did. it’s not like he pushed for you to wear the things he bought by incessantly reminding the makeup artists and helpers that you were marrying the finnick odair, his wife deserved nothing but the best.

you stood infront of a friend, smiling, happy to be marrying a kind soul.

he stood in front of the object of his affection, his desire and love.

in the first few weeks you were undeniably happy, finnick was as sweet as ever and respected you. it was your best outcome. but overtime you seemed to notice changes in his behaviour. when you’d want to go out into town for dinner he’d always have an excuse up his sleeve.

“there’s roadworks towards your favourite restaurant honey. maybe another time?”

“apparently they’re all booked out, maybe in a few weeks time?”

“wouldn’t you rather have a home-cooked meal? i made your favourite sweetheart.”

it began to annoy after the sixth time. “it can’t always be busy can it? we use to go all the time, and it’s not like they’d refuse you finnick. what’s going on?”

“i give you everything you could ever want. why the hell do you want to go out so much? am i not enough? are you- are you seeing someone?” finnick slumped in his seat.

your eyes widened as you rushed over to him, settling on your knees as your hands were placed on his thighs, “finnick how could you say such a thing? i would never do that to you. i swear there’s nothing going on, i just, i’m bored. i’d like to go out with you, explore your district with you, meet new people with you.” finnicks eyes burnt into yours. this is certainly not how he first wanted to see you on your knees, but at least you were whining.

“yeah? you like me? you promise there’s nothing going on?” you nodded dumbly, “yes yes! nothing i promise.” finnick looked down at your hands in his lap, “how do i know you’re not lying?” your hands were on his knees as you straightened your back, coming closer to his eye level, “i promise finnick. you are my husband, i’m with you. i’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

finnick was fighting off every muscle in his cheeks to not start grinning whilst the sad look on his face was breaking your heart, “yeah? anything?” oh this was going to be good. your cheeks were flushed as you heard the words come of out his mouth, “undo my belt sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.” wavering hands hovered over his belt buckle as finnick relaxed into his seat, it couldn’t get better than this right?

wrong.

every time you asked to go out, to meet a friend, to go to the capitol he’d always sulk. and the night would end with you on your knees, him on his to make you forget, or the two of you tangled in sheets.

finnick was finally happy, he had the girl of his dreams after such a long period of sadness, of exploitation and terror. fake smiles and lingering eyes.

he finally got something out of the games.

and his gift?

the victors spoils.

#dark!finnick odair x reader #dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair x fem!reader #hunger games x reader

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sepheray · 3 months

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Finnick Odair who, no matter how long it will take him, will find you the prettiest seashell to bring home to you from the beach.

Finnick Odair whose dream date is either a midnight swim or a sailboat ride at sunset

Finnick Odair who wakes up earlier than most, pressing kisses to the side of your face as you sleep, giving you a quietly sweet goodbye before he goes for his morning swim

Finnick Odair who kisses you softly; gently; tenderly. He shows you the delicate love he was never shown.

Finnick Odair who would kill to be a girl dad. He wants to teach her to swim. He wants to plait her hair that is the familiar golden caramel shade of his own.

Finnick Odair who tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day simply because he doesn’t want you to forget.

Finnick Odair who either creates or has specially made a ring made out of freshwater pearls and sea crystals to propose to you with.

Finnick Odair who is constantly reminding you to do the simple things that you forget to do. Like take your jewellery off before showering or going to bed, or making sure to put sun cream on when you’re sat on your beloved beach.

Finnick Odair who loves you the same way he loves the ocean, and the same way he loves sharks, and sea shells, and starfish and golden sand and the sun.

#sepheray #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #thg finnick #finnick x you #finnick imagine #sephmatchups #the hunger games

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hyperfixationstati0n · 3 months

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Finnick Odair definitely teaches his kids how to swim when and if you have any. he loves seeing the joy on their little face when they finally get the hang of it (and he’s probably even more happy because now he has a swimming buddy)

And if you’re the type of person who isn’t a huge swimmer (i’m projecting) he’ll also show your babies how to find pearls and shows them what type of shells you like, and every time the two of them go out they come back with little gifts for you <3

#the hunger games #thg #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair headcanons #dad finnick odair #finnick odair blurb #finnick x reader #thg finnick

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murdrdocs · 5 months

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ugh god that little beach piece u just wrote for the baby odair was so good and cute but now i’m wondering if finnick has an extremely complex web of who to call if he needs babysitting….. tier lists upon tier lists that shift depending on the context/who’s available/what age they are….

i think peeta and katniss would be upper 1/3 all rounders due to them not being menaces with kids. gale isn’t allowed in the same district as the babies tho. prim is too young he would think but def a welcomed cousin(?) if katniss is chosen for auntie duty

he’s so biased for his district 4 victor friends and his own family (barring his partner cause that’s not babysitting in that case that’s just their baby)

maybe beetee n wiress as a duo? i also want to suggest glimmer n cashmere as a surpisingly high option…. the kids probably think enobaria looks cool but finnick would pass out if her teeth were near his kids sadly

the funny thing is, he has actual lists. like there's a binder with full tier lists and profiles and pros and cons. finnick is so serious about babysitting duty, and he rarely ever needs one. but there's times, instances where both his partner and him have something to do, so out comes the binder and he has glasses perched on his nose and a cup of tea and he gets to planning.

the top of the list is peeta, katniss, of course. peeta and katniss have two sweet kids of their own, peeta is responsible, the odair's love katniss. it's finnick's top choice often. but if it takes too much to get to twelve, there's a family in the victors village that finnick trusts. one of his fellow victors settled down, had three kids, and they're friends with the odair's so he'll just walk his kids down there and drop them off. also, mags is little odair's grandmother so she's totally allowed to babysit. the first option, actually, but finnick doesn't like to bother her so he goes the mellark-everdeen family.

gale isn't even considered. finnick doesn't trust him. just a vibe. and prim is entirely too young. not that finnick doesn't trust her, he just thinks she would get overwhelmed by his kids hyper attitude and constant needs.

then he has the "dire situation" category. other tributes from other districts that he would trust maybe. cashmere is high up there. finnick overheard her talking about how she wishes to have kids one day while he was in the capitol and he picked up a maternal vibe from her so she's an option. but enobaria is totally not there. at least, she wasn't. but the kids must've gotten ahold of the binder because one day finnick goes to check it, and scribbled in red crayon is 'enobra'.

#finnicksworld!#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #dad!finnick #finnick odair #celeste writes thg

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miserablebl00d · 1 month

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dad!finnick odair testing his daughter's boyfriend to see how well he knows her. If he could answer these questions about you when you were their age then he expects his daughter's boyfriend to do the same.

Finnick odair who won't allow his daughter to settle for any less than a man that loves her how much he loves you

(let's hope people can actually understand this cause I used the word he and she A LOT 😭🫣😞)

#finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair

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swiftieblyth · 16 hours

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Odair’s Miracle

Warnings- pregnant reader, husband!finnick, typical hunger games let me know what else:)

“They’re still making up their mind,” Haymitch explained the other tributes in a rebel meeting. “She wants only Wiress and Beetee and Mags, and he’s gonna do whatever she wants.”

“Mags and I are a picked deal, she has to understand that.” Finnick protested.

“She’s the girl on fire, she’s not going to care. But if you all keep each other safe, and those two safe until we can get you out, then she might trust you enough to be allies. Finnick and Mags, you stay with them, Johanna you stick with Wiress and Beetee.”

“Haymitch!” Finnick called, running up to him as everyone started to leave. “We need to talk.”

“We do indeed. Not just about Y/N.”

“We gotta keep her safe, Haymitch. She isn’t safe here.”

“Son, you think I don’t know that? Your wife is like a daughter to me. You and I would both gladly die to keep her and that baby safe.”

“I know. So what are we gonna do?”

“I’ve been talking with 13. They have doctors there that will be able to take care of Y/N and the baby. Help with the delivery as well. I’m making sure they have everything you two will need. Dippers, bottles, pacifiers, everything.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. As soon as we break you all out we’re all going to 13 and she’s going to go make sure the baby’s okay.”

“No,”

“No? What do you mean no?”

“I want her on the first plane there as soon as possible.” Finnick ordered. “I want her there before the games end. Before they start if that’s possible. The longer she’s here the more danger she’s in. I want to know she’s in 13 and her and the baby are safe while I’m in the games. She doesn’t know anything right now, but she’ll listen to you Haymitch. You’re like her dad. If you get her on that plane she’s gonna go. And I need her and the baby safe.”

Haymitch smiled at how demanding Finnick was about Y/N and the baby’s safety. “Of course. The night before the games, while everyone’s asleep, I’ll get her on a plane back. If anyone asks, she’s going back to 4 to be with your sister during the games.”

“Thank you.”

🔱🔱🔱

“Darling, I’m back.” Finnick called, as he walked into their hotel suite.

“Finny,” Y/N called from the bed.

“Is everything okay, my love?” Finnick asked, as he walked in to the bedroom.

“I just missed you.” Y/N explained. “And so did the baby.”

“Well, I missed you both two.” He smiled, getting undressed. “How was your evening honey?” He asked, getting in bed.

“It was good. I ate dinner and then came to bed. How was your night? Do you have any allies.”

“Yeah, I have some.” He sighed, snuggling up to her, lying his head on her chest, close to the bump as he placed his big hand on it.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, raking her figures through his hair. “I know that sigh, what’s wrong?”

“Katniss only wants Mags, and Peeta’s just gonna do what ever she wants. But she doesn’t seem to understand that Mags and I our a group. A packed deal.”

“I know. I’m sorry honey. But you have to give her some grace. She’s just a kid. You have to remind that.”

“I know.” He breathed. The baby kicked, maligning him smile. “Hi, baby.” He smiled, kissing where the baby kissed, and running his hand along the bump. “We love you.”

“We certainly do.” Y/N smiled.

🔱🔱🔱

“Finnick,” Caesar let out, holding the mic, while Finnick smiled at the audience. “I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody. A somebody that might even be pregnant with your baby?”

“Yes,” Finnick smiled. “That’s the one. My beautiful wife, Y/N.”

“Now, I have never seen you cry before, Finnick. That was until your wife got called into the reaping. I think we all got scared when we saw how pregnant she was. Are you worried about the pregnancy at all? About the chance that you might not get to meet your baby?”

“Well, don’t say that, Caesar.” Finnick chuckled, putting on a show for everyone. “Of course Im going to get out, and go back home and to my wife. Be there for her throughout the rest of her pregnancy, and while she’s in labor. I’m going to meet my baby.”

“Of course you are.” Caesar let out. “But just in case you don’t, do you have anything you want to say?”

“My love,” Finnick started, looking in the camera. “You have my heart for all eternity and if… If I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips, and our baby.”

🔱🔱🔱

“Finny!” Y/N cried as Finnick walked into his dressing room, closing the door. “Finny, I love you so much!”

“I love you more, honey,” he let out, wrapping her in a tight hug. “You and the baby.”

“Please don’t die in there.” Y/N begged.

“I won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Finnick went to answer, but there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” He asked, walking to it.

“You know.” Haymitch called.

Finnick sighed and opened the door. “I thought we had more time.” He whispered.

“It’s now or later.” Haymitch replied, then he walked in.

“ Bubba!” Y/N smelled as Haymitch entered the room.

“Hey, kid,” Haymitch smiled, hugging her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I haven’t seen you science the tour came to 4, how are you?”

“As good as I can be under these circumstances. How about you? How are you and the baby.”

“We’re also good, under the circumstances.”

“Darling,” Finnick sighed, walking up to her. “We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, fear washing over her face as she put her hands protectively around the bump.

“Darling, there’s a rebel plan going on. We’re going to escape out of the arena and fly out to 13.”

“What?” Y/N gasped, tears coming to her face.

“It’s to dangerous to go into more explanation, but Haymitch is going to take yih to a plane. I need to know you’re safe in 13 before I go into the games tomorrow.”

“What? But, what about you?”

“I’ll be there soon, honey,” Finnick explained, cupping her face. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. This is to keep you and the baby safe. You know Haymitch and I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you and the baby.”

“I know. But I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know. But it will be okay.” He explained, kissing her lips, one hand on her face, as the other went to her baby bump.

“Here,” she let out, slipping off her sea shell ring that matched his shark tooth necklace. Wear this for me.”

“I will,” he let out, taking it, and putting it in his pocket. “It won’t fit in my fingers, but I’ll have my dresser tie it to a string for a necklace. You take mine, okay.” He said, taking his necklace off, and putting it around her neck.

“I love you,” Y/N cried, hugging him as best she could with the bump.

“I love you,” Finnick let out, kissing her head.

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