A Wished For Future

A Wished For Future 🔱🩵

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader.

The sound of waves lapping gently against the shore echoed in the distance as the sun bathed the world in a golden glow. The large house by the water, once a sanctuary in a world of chaos, was now filled with the warmth of a family’s love and the echoes of laughter. Six years had passed since the end of the games, a time of darkness that seemed like a distant memory now.

In the living room, the air was filled with joy as Finnick chased his son, Atlantis, around the room. The boy's small legs moved as fast as they could, his laughter ringing through the house. His bright eyes sparkled with the thrill of the chase, and Finnick’s heart swelled with love as he pretended to struggle to catch him.

Y/N stood in the archway, her two-year-old daughter, Clarity, nestled in her arms. A soft smile graced her lips as she watched her two boys play. She looked down at Clarity, who was watching the scene with wide eyes. “Aren’t they just being silly?” Y/N giggled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face.

Clarity let out a small, delighted squeal, her tiny hands clapping together. The sound caught Atlantis’s attention, and he changed direction, running straight for his mother. “Mamma!” he giggled, his little feet pounding against the wooden floor as he made his way to her.

Y/N knelt down, wrapping one arm around Atlantis as he reached her, pulling both of her children close. Finnick came up behind them, placing a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the life they had built together.

“You know,” Finnick said softly, his voice filled with emotion, “everything I did… everything I went through, was to get to you. To get to this.” His words were a quiet echo of those of his father to his mother, they hold a love that had once resonated with him in a different time—a time when he had fought not just for his own survival, but for the hope of a future filled with love.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know,” she whispered. “And I’m so glad you did.”

The world outside may have been unpredictable, but within these walls, they had found their sanctuary. They had found peace. And as the laughter of their children filled the room, it was clear that every struggle, every hardship, had led them to this moment—a moment where love was the only thing that mattered.

In that small house by the water, the past was just a memory, and the future was a bright, beautiful canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of their love. Together, they had overcome the darkness, and together, they would continue to build a life full of light, laughter, and endless love.

This was the future they had both wished for and now they have it and can't wait to see where it takes them.

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Apocalypse Chaos 🧟‍♀️💚 (Part 1)

10K × Fem!Reader (TW: Swearing)

The apocalypse was chaos, a relentless storm of violence and uncertainty that never seemed to end. Y/N wasn’t having any of it today. The group had pulled off the road to rest, and she found herself kicking rocks around the dusty clearing, trying to release some of the frustration that had been building up inside her.

10K sat in the tray of the truck they’d been driving for the past couple of days, carefully cleaning his gun. He watched her with quiet interest, his fingers methodically wiping down the weapon as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The others had gone ahead to scout the area, leaving the two of them behind to watch Murphy, who was dozing in the back seat.

"God, how I hate the apocalypse," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with annoyance. She let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "I was in the army, you know? I had a good life going for me. Then it all went to shit after the apocalypse started."

10K knew Y/N was older than him—she had to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, while he was only about 19. But in the world they lived in now, age didn’t seem to matter much. What did it mean to be an adult when everyone was just trying to survive?

"It can’t be that bad," he said, his voice soft and uncertain, almost as if he were testing the waters.

Y/N turned to him with a look of horror, her eyes blazing. "You don’t understand," she snapped, her anger bubbling to the surface. "You were a kid when all this started. I was an adult—I was a pretty damn good one too! I had my life together. Then everything just… fell apart."

Her voice grew louder, more intense, as she vented her frustrations. She had been strong for so long, but the weight of the apocalypse was bearing down on her, wearing away at her resilience. 10K listened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to say something, to do something that might comfort her, but he was unsure of himself. Y/N was so strong, so capable, and he felt like a kid next to her, despite everything they’d been through.

As she continued to speak, her words became a blur in his mind. He was gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right moment to speak, to do something to make her feel better. His hand tightened around his gun, and he could feel the nervous energy building up inside him. He’d seen her at her best and her worst over the past year, and he admired her more than anyone else in the group. But admiration was different from the feelings that were gnawing at him now.

Without fully realizing what he was doing, 10K slid off the tray of the truck and approached her. His steps were tentative, almost shy, as if he might change his mind at any moment. When he reached her, he hesitated for a split second, his heart in his throat. Then, with a burst of courage that surprised even him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss as gentle and uncertain as the boy who gave it.

Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—10K, sweet, quiet 10K, who she’d watched grow up in the harsh world they lived in. The kiss felt wrong on some level, but at the same time, it wasn’t wrong at all. It felt like a spark in the dark, something bright and hopeful in a world that had lost all light.

10K pulled back, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Are you going to stop now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. She should be angry—she should tell him that this wasn’t right. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her pause. He wasn’t the kid she had known a year ago. He was still young, yes, but he had grown in ways that she hadn’t fully realized until now.

And maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what she needed to remind her that there was still something worth fighting for. Something worth surviving for.

She gave him a small, tentative smile. "Yeah," she said softly, "I’ll stop."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself feel a sliver of hope.

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A Promise Always Kept 🔱🩵 (Part 3)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

As the weeks turned into months, the rebellion's momentum began to accelerate. The districts, inspired by the victories and the courage of those who had already risen, started to rally together with newfound strength and determination. Acts of defiance spread like wildfire, with citizens from all walks of life joining the cause. The rebels grew bolder, staging attacks on Capitol supply lines, sabotaging infrastructure, and spreading messages of hope and resistance.

District 13 became the nerve center of the rebellion. Inside its fortified walls, plans were drawn, alliances were formed, and soldiers were trained. Finnick continued to play a vital role, not just as a mentor and strategist but as a symbol of resilience and hope. His presence was a powerful reminder of what they were fighting for—a future where the Capitol no longer held the whip, where families could live free from fear.

Y/N, alongside Finnick, became more involved in the strategic planning. Her insights into the Capitol’s inner workings, combined with her growing network of informants, proved invaluable. She knew the delicate balance required to keep the rebellion strong while avoiding unnecessary losses. She coordinated with other districts, ensuring that supplies and reinforcements were strategically placed to support the ongoing efforts.

The twins, Aurora and Atlas, grew quickly, their presence a constant source of joy and motivation for their parents. Every time Finnick and Y/N looked into their children’s eyes, they were reminded of the stakes. The world they were fighting to build wasn’t just for them—it was for the next generation, for all the children who deserved to grow up free.

The intensity of the rebellion increased. Infiltrators from District 13, including Y/N, began to smuggle out Capitol citizens who were sympathetic to the rebellion’s cause, slowly building a resistance within the Capitol itself. Finnick led several successful missions into enemy territory, each one bringing them closer to the heart of Snow’s regime. The Capitol’s forces, once thought to be invincible, began to show cracks. Their propaganda no longer held the same sway as before, and even the peacekeepers seemed less resolute in their mission.

Then came the tipping point—the moment the rebellion had been waiting for. District 2, the Capitol’s military stronghold, was finally within reach. Capturing it would be a devastating blow to President Snow’s power. The rebels had been planning for this for months, coordinating a massive assault that would require every ounce of their strength and resolve.

Finnick was chosen to lead a key strike team, his tactical skills and knowledge of the Capitol making him the perfect choice. Y/N, despite her desire to fight alongside him, knew she needed to stay in District 13, coordinating efforts and ensuring their plans would go off without a hitch.

The night before the attack, Finnick and Y/N sat together in their quarters, the weight of what was to come heavy on their minds. They held each other close, the twins sleeping soundly in the next room.

“I wish I could be there with you,” Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with worry.

Finnick kissed her forehead softly. “I know,” he said. “But you’re needed here. You’re the heart of this rebellion, Y/N. I’ll be back, I promise.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Just... be safe. For them. For us.”

“I will,” Finnick promised. “For all of us.”

The next morning, Finnick’s team set out, their faces grim with determination. As they approached District 2, they could see the signs of a city bracing for war—peacekeepers on high alert, barricades blocking the streets, and the faint hum of defensive mechanisms being prepared.

But the rebels were ready. The assault on District 2 was fierce and swift. Explosions rocked the mountainside, sending plumes of smoke into the sky. Finnick led his team through the chaos, navigating the labyrinthine tunnels and bunkers that protected the heart of the Capitol’s military might.

Inside District 13, Y/N worked tirelessly, coordinating the battle from afar. She directed reinforcements, adjusted strategies on the fly, and kept a constant line of communication with the other districts. Her calm, steady presence was a beacon of hope, even as the fighting intensified.

After hours of brutal combat, the rebels finally breached District 2’s defenses. Finnick’s team, having taken out several key positions, helped to turn the tide. With the peacekeepers overwhelmed and the citizens of District 2 rising up in rebellion, the Capitol forces began to crumble. In a matter of days, the last of the Capitol’s strongholds outside the city itself was under rebel control.

The victory was a turning point. With District 2 secured, the path to the Capitol was clear. The rebellion moved quickly, consolidating their forces and preparing for the final push. Y/N and Finnick, now reunited, threw themselves into the preparations. They knew that this was their chance to end it once and for all.

And then, the order came: the march on the Capitol would begin. The combined forces of the rebellion, bolstered by defectors and inspired citizens, surged forward. The Capitol, once an untouchable fortress, was now vulnerable, its defenses weakened, its spirit broken.

Finnick and Y/N fought side by side as the rebels stormed the city. The streets, once filled with the Capitol’s opulence, became a battleground. Finnick’s agility and strength, honed from years of survival, served him well as he took down peacekeepers and cleared a path for the advancing rebels. Y/N, her mind sharp and focused, led her squad with precision, using her knowledge of the Capitol to outmaneuver their enemies.

As they pushed deeper into the city, they could see the signs of a crumbling regime. The citizens, tired of oppression, began to rise up, throwing whatever they could find at the peacekeepers and shouting for freedom. The sound of their voices, crying out for change, filled the air.

Finally, they reached the heart of the Capitol: Snow’s mansion. The grand structure, once a symbol of power and fear, now stood as the last vestige of a dying empire. The rebels surrounded it, their numbers vast and unwavering.

Inside, President Snow was cornered, his back against the wall. The rebellion had come to collect on all the years of suffering he had inflicted. As the rebels closed in, Snow was captured, his reign of terror finally brought to an end.

The cheers of the rebels filled the air as Snow was taken away. The war was over. The Capitol had fallen. The rebellion had won.

Finnick and Y/N, exhausted but triumphant, stood together amidst the crowd, holding hands. They looked out over the city, now free from the shadow of tyranny. The future, once uncertain and bleak, now seemed filled with endless possibilities.

Y/N squeezed Finnick’s hand, a tear of relief and joy slipping down her cheek. “We did it,” she whispered. “It’s over.”

Finnick smiled, pulling her close. “It’s over,” he echoed, his voice full of emotion. “And now, we can finally start living.”

As they stood there, surrounded by their comrades and the echoes of freedom ringing in their ears, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning. The world they had fought so hard to create was finally within reach—a world where their children could grow up free, without fear, without the Capitol’s cruelty.

A world worth fighting for, and one they were ready to build, together.

The rebellion’s victory over the Capitol brought about a wave of change that rippled across Panem. With President Snow captured and the symbols of his regime dismantled, the districts began to rebuild from the ashes of oppression. A sense of hope spread throughout the nation as people embraced the freedom they had long yearned for, despite the challenges that lay ahead.

Y/N and Finnick remained in the Capitol for some time, helping with the transition. The city that had once embodied luxury and excess was now a hub of activity as the rebellion leaders worked tirelessly to establish a new government—one built on justice and equality. Finnick, with his charisma and experience, became a key figure in these efforts, bridging the gap between the districts and the Capitol citizens who were eager to contribute to the new Panem.

Meanwhile, Y/N took on a different role, helping to dismantle the oppressive systems that had upheld Snow's reign for so long. Her unique position—being the granddaughter of the former president—gave her a powerful platform to advocate for reform. She used her influence to push for policies that would heal the wounds of the past and ensure that the horrors of the Hunger Games would never be repeated.

Despite their responsibilities, Finnick and Y/N never lost sight of what was most important to them: their family. The twins, Aurora and Atlas, grew quickly, their laughter and innocent curiosity a constant reminder of why they had fought so hard. Every day brought new milestones—Aurora’s first word, Atlas’s first steps—and each one was a precious moment of joy that brightened even the darkest days of rebuilding.

As the weeks turned into months, the remnants of the old regime slowly faded away. Snow was tried publicly, his crimes laid bare for all of Panem to see. The trial was a cathartic moment for many, a final chapter in the book of pain that had been the Capitol's rule. Snow, once a figure of immense power and fear, now seemed small and weak, his influence reduced to nothing. When the verdict of guilt was pronounced, there was no anger, no bitterness—only a collective sigh of relief.

One evening, after a particularly long day of meetings and planning sessions, Finnick and Y/N returned to their temporary quarters in the Capitol, exhausted but content. The twins were already asleep, their soft breathing filling the quiet room. Y/N sat down heavily on the bed, her thoughts drifting as she stared out the window at the city below.

Finnick joined her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, his voice soft.

Y/N smiled, leaning into his embrace. “Just thinking about how far we’ve come. It still feels like a dream sometimes, you know? That we’re finally free.”

Finnick nodded, his gaze following hers out to the twinkling lights of the Capitol. “It’s a good dream,” he replied. “And one we made real."

She turned to him, her eyes filled with emotion. “We did,” she agreed. “But there’s still so much to do. So many scars to heal.”

Finnick squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll heal them. Together. Panem is stronger than it’s ever been, and so are we.”

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart swelling with both pride and gratitude. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” she said softly. “You’re my strength, Finnick.”

“And you’re mine,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’re a team. Always have been, always will be.”

As the new government took shape, Y/N and Finnick made a decision: they would return to District 4, their home. They had given so much to the rebellion, and now it was time to focus on their family and their community. The idea of returning to the ocean, of raising their children by the water's edge, filled them with a sense of peace and anticipation.

The journey back to District 4 was long but filled with excitement. As they traveled, Finnick shared stories of their home with Aurora and Atlas, painting vivid pictures of the sparkling sea and the smell of salt in the air. Y/N watched him with a smile, her heart full as she imagined the life they would build together in the place that had always held Finnick's heart.

When they finally arrived, District 4 welcomed them with open arms. The community, still reeling from the changes brought by the rebellion, saw in them symbols of hope and renewal. Finnick and Y/N threw themselves into their new life with gusto, helping to rebuild the district and foster a sense of unity and purpose.

The twins thrived in their new environment, their days filled with the simple pleasures of childhood—chasing seagulls on the beach, splashing in the waves, and learning to fish with their father. Finnick taught them how to swim, his laughter ringing out over the water as he guided them through their first strokes. Y/N watched from the shore, her heart full of contentment as she saw her family so happy and free.

Their life in District 4 was peaceful, yet filled with purpose. Finnick continued to work closely with the new government, traveling to the Capitol when needed, but always returning home to his family. Y/N became involved in education, helping to develop programs for the children of the district that emphasized the importance of unity, compassion, and understanding.

As the years passed, Panem continued to heal. The districts, once isolated and distrustful of one another, began to forge new bonds of friendship and cooperation. The Hunger Games were a distant memory, replaced by a shared vision of a brighter future.

Y/N and Finnick often found themselves reflecting on the past—their struggles, their losses, and their victories. But more than anything, they focused on the present, cherishing every moment they had together with their children and their community.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sun dip below the horizon, Y/N leaned her head on Finnick’s shoulder. “Do you ever think about what might have been?” she asked softly.

Finnick wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But then I look at you, at our kids, at all we’ve built... and I know we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “I wouldn’t change a thing,” she whispered.

Finnick kissed the top of her head, his eyes fixed on the glowing horizon. “Neither would I,” he murmured. “Neither would I.”

And as the waves lapped gently at their feet and the stars began to twinkle overhead, they sat together in perfect contentment, knowing that they had not only survived but found a way to thrive, together, in a world they had helped to reshape.

Future Worth Fighting For 🔱🩵 (Part 2)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

TW: Mentions of smut and violence, child birth.

After the rescue from the 75th Hunger Games, Finnick and Y/N found themselves safely in District 13. It was a stark contrast to the luxurious Capitol, but they felt a deep sense of relief in the underground base. They were surrounded by allies, people who wanted to fight for a better future, free from the tyranny of President Snow.

Each day in District 13 was filled with meetings, planning sessions, and training exercises. Y/N and Finnick threw themselves into the work, determined to help in any way they could. The rebellion needed every resource and every bit of strength they could muster. But even in the middle of the hustle and urgency, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the weight of her name dragging her down. Despite her efforts, she could hear the whispers, see the mistrust in some people’s eyes whenever they glanced her way.

At night, when the two of them were finally alone, her fears often bubbled to the surface. One particular night, as Finnick held her close, she spoke her worries aloud.

"Sometimes I feel like I'll never be free of my grandfather's shadow," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. "No matter what I do, I’ll always be a Snow. People will always see me as his granddaughter."

Finnick tightened his arms around her, sensing the depth of her despair. "You are so much more than just a name, Y/N," he said softly. "You’re brave, and you’ve risked so much to fight against everything your grandfather stands for. But if that name makes you feel trapped, we can change that."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and hope. "What do you mean?"

Finnick took her hands in his, his gaze steady and full of love. "Marry me," he said. "Take my name, and leave Snow behind. Be Y/N Odair. We’ll make our own legacy together, one built on love, not fear."

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. She nodded, a smile breaking through the fear. “Yes, Finnick. I would love that. I would love to be your wife.”

In a quiet and private ceremony the next day, surrounded by their closest friends in District 13, Finnick and Y/N were married. The room was small and modest, but it was filled with warmth and love. As they exchanged their vows, they knew that this was the beginning of something new and beautiful, a chance to start fresh, away from the shadows of their pasts.

After the ceremony, they returned to their small room, where Finnick gently closed the door behind them. He looked at Y/N with a mix of love and excitement. “Mrs. Odair,” he whispered, savoring the sound of it.

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at the new name. “I love how that sounds,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was soft and tender at first, but it quickly deepened as they pressed closer together, letting go of all the tension and fear that had built up over the past few months.

They moved together to the bed, where they shared a night of passion, their lovemaking filled with love and relief, a way to affirm their connection in the midst of so much uncertainty. They held each other close, whispering words of love and comfort, finding solace in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Finnick had to prepare for his departure to the Capitol with the rest of the squad. The rebellion needed him, and they both knew this mission was crucial. As he packed his things, Y/N watched him, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew how important this was, but the thought of him going back to the Capitol, back into danger, terrified her.

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

Finnick stopped packing and turned to her, his expression serious and filled with love. “I promise, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. No matter what happens, I’ll find my way back to you.”

They shared one last, lingering kiss before he left, a promise of what was to come. Y/N watched him go with a heavy heart, trying to stay strong.

A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N began to feel unusually tired and nauseous. At first, she brushed it off as stress from the situation, but as the days passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. She decided to visit the medics in District 13 to get checked out, hoping it was just the strain of everything that had been happening.

When the medic gave her the news, Y/N was stunned. She was pregnant. A rush of emotions flooded through her—joy, fear, hope, and anxiety. She hadn’t expected this, especially not now, with Finnick in the Capitol. But as she thought about the tiny life growing inside her, she felt a deep sense of happiness and love.

She knew she had to tell Finnick, but the logistics were complicated with him in the Capitol on a mission. She wrote a letter, pouring her heart out, telling him about the baby, about how much she missed him, and how she couldn’t wait for him to come back so they could start this new chapter together.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N waited anxiously for word from Finnick, hoping he was safe, hoping he would return to her soon. She placed a protective hand over her belly, whispering to her unborn child. “Your daddy is coming back to us,” she said softly. “He promised, and he never breaks his promises.”

As the rebellion moved forward, Y/N held onto that hope, knowing that whatever happened next, she and Finnick were now bound together in a way that went beyond just their love for each other. They were a family, and that gave her the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, until they were all together again.

Weeks passed, and Y/N’s anxiety grew with each day that brought no news of Finnick. She was surrounded by people in District 13 who were kind and supportive, but none could ease the ache of missing her husband or the uncertainty that weighed heavily on her heart. She found herself constantly touching her belly, a small, unconscious gesture of reassurance to herself and her unborn child.

One morning, Y/N was sitting in the mess hall, trying to eat breakfast despite the constant nausea, when she overheard a group of rebels discussing the latest news from the Capitol. Her ears perked up, her heart racing at the mention of a mission that had just returned. She quickly abandoned her food and hurried over to the group, her breath catching in her throat.

“Did they make it back?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Did everyone return safely?”

One of the rebels, a woman named Lyme who had become a friend to Y/N, turned to her with a gentle smile. “They’re just arriving now. I think you should go see for yourself.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She dashed out of the mess hall, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran through the halls toward the entrance where the squad would be coming in. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.

When she reached the entrance, she saw the group of returning soldiers, weary and battle-worn, stepping out of a large transport vehicle. She scanned their faces frantically, searching for the one she longed to see the most. Then, through the crowd, she spotted him—Finnick, looking tired but alive, his hair tousled and face smudged with dirt.

Y/N let out a sob of relief and ran toward him. Finnick turned at the sound, and when he saw her, his face broke into a smile, the kind that reached his eyes and made them shine. He opened his arms just in time to catch her as she flung herself at him, holding her tight as if he never wanted to let go.

“Y/N,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. I’m here, love.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she clung to him, her body shaking with relief. “I was so scared, Finnick,” she whispered. “I was so scared you wouldn’t come back to us.”

Finnick pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Us?"

Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips despite her tears. She took his hand and placed it gently on her belly. “I’m pregnant, Finnick. We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, Finnick just stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and then filling with a joy she had never seen before. “A baby?” he repeated softly, as if testing the word on his tongue. Then his face broke into a radiant grin, and he lifted Y/N off the ground, spinning her around. “A baby! Y/N, that’s… that’s amazing!”

They laughed together, a sound filled with pure happiness that echoed in the hall. Finnick set her down gently and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, passionately, as if trying to pour all his love and relief into that one moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Finnick rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he took in the news. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered. “I’m going to be a dad.

Y/N smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Finnick. And we’re going to be a family.”

The days that followed were a whirlwind of planning and adjusting to the news. Finnick was more attentive than ever, constantly checking on Y/N and making sure she was comfortable. They spent their evenings together, talking about their hopes and dreams for their child, imagining a future where they were all free from the Capitol’s grasp.

As the rebellion pressed on, Finnick and Y/N found solace in each other. Despite the dangers and uncertainties that lay ahead, they held onto their hope and the love that had grown between them. Finnick’s resolve to fight was stronger than ever now that he knew he had a family to protect, a future to build.

One quiet evening, as they lay in their small bunk, Finnick rested his hand on Y/N’s growing belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath his palm. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s going to be just as stubborn as you.”

Finnick chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Well, if they’re anything like you, they’ll be perfect.”

Y/N leaned into him, her heart full. “Do you ever think about what life will be like after all this?” she asked quietly. “After the war, when we’re free?”

Finnick nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. “I think about it all the time. I think about raising our child by the sea, teaching them how to swim, to fish… giving them a life we never had.”

Y/N smiled at the thought, picturing their little family by the ocean, far from the darkness of their pasts. “I like that,” she said softly. “I like that a lot.”

They fell asleep that night wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of the future they would build together. Finnick’s hand never left her belly, a silent promise that he would always be there for her and their child, no matter what.

As the rebellion continued, Finnick fought with renewed strength and determination, knowing that he had a family to come back to. And Y/N, with the love and support of those around her, stayed strong, waiting for the day when they could finally live in peace, free from the shadows of their pasts and the tyranny of President Snow.

With the end of the rebellion approaching and the Capitol’s power waning, Y/N knew that their time would come soon. A time when they could finally be a family, living in a world where their child could grow up free, surrounded by love and happiness.

As the weeks turned into months, Y/N’s belly continued to grow, and with it, the anticipation of meeting their child. Or so they thought—during a routine check-up in District 13's small medical wing, Y/N and Finnick received an unexpected surprise.

“You’re having twins,” the doctor announced with a gentle smile, her voice echoing in the small examination room.

Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively reaching for Finnick’s. “Twins?” she repeated, her voice a mix of awe and shock.

Finnick blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Twins?” he echoed, his eyes darting between the doctor and Y/N. “As in… two babies?”

The doctor chuckled softly at their bewilderment. “Yes, two babies. It’s not uncommon, especially considering your family histories.” She pointed to the small screen displaying the ultrasound image, where two tiny forms could be seen nestled close together. “See here? Two heartbeats. Two little ones growing strong.”

Finnick’s expression shifted from shock to pure, unadulterated joy. He squeezed Y/N’s hand, a broad grin spreading across his face. “Two of them,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “We’re going to have two babies.”

Y/N’s initial surprise quickly melted into excitement. “Two,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her lips as she gazed at the screen. Tears of happiness welled in her eyes. “We’re going to have twins, Finnick.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love. “Two little ones to love and protect,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t be happier.”

The news of the twins seemed to breathe new life into both Finnick and Y/N. Amidst the chaos of the ongoing rebellion, the thought of not one but two babies filled them with a renewed sense of purpose. It was as if the universe had given them a double reason to fight, to survive, and to hope for a better future.

---

As Y/N’s pregnancy progressed, Finnick became more attentive than ever. He was always by her side, whether it was helping her navigate the narrow halls of District 13 or simply holding her hand during their nightly talks about the future. He often spoke to her growing belly, whispering sweet nothings to the twins, promising them a life full of love and happiness.

But the rebellion showed no signs of slowing down. The battles grew fiercer, and the risks increased. Finnick continued to join the other soldiers on missions, his resolve unwavering. Each time he left, Y/N’s heart would clench with fear, but she knew that Finnick was fighting not just for their future but for the future of Panem.

One morning, just before Finnick was set to leave for another mission, Y/N woke up with a sense of urgency. She placed a hand on her belly, feeling the twins shift slightly. “Finnick,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “I need you to promise me something.”

Finnick, who had been lacing up his boots, looked up, concern etching his features. “Anything, love,” he replied, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

Y/N took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “Promise me you’ll come back to us. No matter what happens out there, you’ll come back to me and our babies. They need their father. And I… I need you.”

Finnick’s expression softened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. “I promise, Y/N,” he said firmly. “I’ll always come back to you. To all three of you.”

---

The days dragged on after Finnick left for his mission, each one longer than the last. Y/N kept herself busy helping with the rebellion’s efforts in District 13, but her mind was always with Finnick. She took comfort in the knowledge that he was fighting for them, for their future, but the fear of losing him never fully left her.

A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N was in the middle of a strategy meeting when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. She steadied herself against the table, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.

“Y/N, are you alright?” asked Plutarch, looking at her with concern.

She nodded, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, just… tired, I think. I should probably rest.”

As she made her way back to her quarters, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Her heart raced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Once inside, she sat down on the bed, her hands instinctively moving to her belly. She felt a flutter, then a stronger kick—a reassuring sign that the twins were active and well.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and she gasped. It wasn’t the normal discomfort she’d grown accustomed to; this was something else. Fear gripped her as another wave of pain hit, more intense this time.

She quickly reached for the small intercom by her bed and called for medical assistance. Within minutes, a team of medics arrived and rushed her to the medical wing.

“What’s happening?” Y/N asked, panic rising in her chest. “Are the babies okay?”

The head medic, a kind woman named Dr. Aurelius, gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Y/N. We’re going to check on the babies now. Try to stay calm.”

After a few tense minutes, an ultrasound confirmed what Y/N had feared: she was going into premature labor. “It’s too early,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “They’re not ready yet.”

Dr. Aurelius squeezed her hand. “We’re going to do everything we can, Y/N. The twins are strong, and so are you. Just keep breathing, okay?”

Y/N nodded, her mind racing. She wished more than anything that Finnick were there, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort. But she knew he was out there fighting, and she needed to be strong for their children.

As the hours passed, Y/N fought through the pain, drawing strength from the thought of Finnick and their future together. She kept her focus on the sound of the twins’ heartbeats, steady and strong, echoing in the room like a promise of hope.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first baby was born—a small but fierce little girl with a strong set of lungs. The sound of her cries filled the room, bringing tears of relief to Y/N’s eyes.

A few moments later, her brother followed—a tiny boy with a surprisingly calm demeanor, his little fists clenched as if ready to take on the world. Y/N laughed through her tears, overwhelmed with emotion as the twins were placed in her arms.

“They’re perfect,” she whispered, gazing down at their tiny faces. “Just perfect.”

The medics worked quickly to ensure both babies were healthy, wrapping them in soft blankets and placing them in Y/N’s arms. She held them close, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

“Finnick,” she murmured softly, looking down at their beautiful twins. “We did it. They’re here.”

---

Meanwhile, Finnick was still in the field, completely unaware of the miracle that had just taken place. He fought with a renewed ferocity, driven by the promise he had made to Y/N and the future he was determined to build for their family.

It wasn’t until he returned to District 13 a few days later, exhausted but victorious, that he learned the news. As soon as he stepped off the transport vehicle, he was greeted by a smiling Plutarch, who clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Congratulations, Finnick,” Plutarch said with a broad grin. “You’re a father. To twins.”

Finnick’s heart nearly stopped. “Twins?” he repeated, his voice filled with awe. “Y/N… are they…?”

Plutarch nodded, his smile softening. “They’re all fine, Finnick. Y/N and the babies are in the medical wing. Go see them.”

Without another word, Finnick sprinted through the halls, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. When he burst into the medical wing, he saw Y/N sitting up in bed, holding two tiny bundles in her arms. Her face lit up when she saw him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

“Finnick,” she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Meet our children.”

He approached the bed slowly, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his wife and their newborn twins. “They’re… they’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love as she gazed up at him. “They have your eyes,” she said softly, handing him their daughter.

Finnick took his daughter in his arms, tears filling his eyes as he looked down at her tiny face. “Hello, little one,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’m your daddy.”

The baby girl stared up at him with wide eyes, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb. Finnick felt his heart swell with an indescribable love, a feeling he had never known before.

He then looked at his son, who was cradled in Y/N’s other arm, and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. “And you,” he said softly, his voice filled with wonder. “You’re my son.”

Y/N watched him with a smile, her heart full. “We have a family now, Finnick,” she whispered. “A real family.”

Finnick leaned down to kiss her forehead, his tears mingling with hers. “Yes, we do,” he murmured, Finnick’s words hung in the air, filled with promise and hope. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on their newborn twins. The weight of everything they had been through seemed to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming joy of this new chapter in their lives.

Y/N could see the mixture of relief and love in Finnick's eyes, the way he looked at their children as if he had never seen anything so precious. She knew the horrors he had witnessed, the pain he had endured, and yet here he was, smiling down at their babies with a tenderness she had rarely seen in him.

“They’re so small,” Finnick said softly, still marveling at the tiny life in his arms. “And perfect.”

“They’re strong, just like their father,” Y/N replied with a smile. “And just as beautiful.”

Finnick chuckled, his eyes never leaving the twins. “They get their beauty from their mother,” he insisted, his voice full of affection. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “You’ve given me so much, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could have.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion. She had known love before, but nothing compared to the love she felt now, surrounded by her family. “We’ve given each other everything,” she said softly, leaning into his touch. “A life, a family... a future.”

Finnick nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked back at their children, his heart full to bursting. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you all,” he whispered. “To give you the life you deserve.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “We’ll do it together,” she said. “No matter what comes next, we’ll face it as a family.”

For a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. The rebellion, the Capitol, all of it felt like a distant memory. Here, in this small room, there was only love and hope, and the promise of a future worth fighting for.

They spent the rest of the day together, wrapped in the quiet comfort of their new family. Finnick held his children close, whispering stories of District 4 and all the things he wanted to show them. Y/N watched, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She knew that they had a long road ahead, but for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at peace.

---

As the days passed, Finnick and Y/N settled into their new routine. District 13, though stark and austere, became a safe haven for them—a place where they could start anew, away from the horrors of the past. The twins, whom they named Aurora and Atlas, brought light and laughter into their lives.

Finnick became a doting father, always eager to help with feedings, diaper changes, and even the sleepless nights. He would sing lullabies from his childhood, his deep voice soothing the twins into peaceful slumber. Y/N found herself falling even more in love with him, seeing a side of Finnick she had never seen before—a side so tender and nurturing, it made her heart ache with happiness.

Y/N, too, flourished in her new role as a mother. She found strength she never knew she had, drawing from the love she felt for her children and her husband. The days were long and often exhausting, but they were also filled with moments of pure joy. Each smile, each laugh, each small milestone was a reminder of the love and resilience that had brought them here.

But as much as they cherished their quiet moments together, the reality of the rebellion was never far away. Finnick continued to be involved in the efforts, training new recruits and preparing for the battles that lay ahead. Y/N, too, did what she could, helping with strategy and using her unique position to gather intelligence.

One evening, as they sat together after putting the twins to bed, Finnick spoke softly, his voice filled with resolve. “I know we’ve found some peace here, but there’s still so much to be done,” he said. “The Capitol won’t give up easily, and we need to be ready for whatever comes next.”

Y/N nodded, her expression serious. “I know,” she replied. “But we’ll face it together, just like we always have. For Aurora and Atlas. For the future we want for them.”

Finnick smiled, his heart swelling with pride. “For them,” he agreed. “And for everyone who deserves to be free.”

They sat in silence for a moment, taking comfort in each other’s presence. The road ahead would be long and difficult, but they knew they could face it as long as they had each other. Their love, forged in the fires of hardship and loss, had only grown stronger. And now, with their children by their side, they had more reason than ever to keep fighting.

Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder, her heart full of hope. “Whatever happens,” she murmured, “we’ll make it through. Together.”

Finnick wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “Together,” he echoed, his voice filled with determination. “Always.”

And with that, they faced the future—uncertain but hopeful, ready to fight for the world they wanted for their children, for each other, and for all those who had suffered under the Capitol’s rule. In the heart of the rebellion, amidst the chaos and the struggle, they had found their reason to hope, to love, and to dream of a better tomorrow.

Another long one hope you enjoyed

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Capital Princess 🔱🩵 (Part 1)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

TW: mentions of sex and obviously more of the hunger games situations.

Finnick Odair had been brought to the Capitol many times before. His status as a victor from District 4, with his dazzling looks and charming smile, made him a favourite among the Capitol elite. They relished in parading him around like a prize, a jewel in the Capitol's crown. Each time, Finnick knew exactly what was expected of him: to play his part, to be the object of their desires. It was a role he had grown numb to, a twisted extension of his survival in the arena. But this time, as he was escorted through the opulent halls of the mansion, something felt different.

The mansion was grander than any place he'd ever been, with its towering ceilings, marble floors, and walls lined with rare artefacts. Finnick's senses were overwhelmed by the richness of it all, the wealth and power that oozed from every corner. He could almost taste it in the air. This was not just any mansion; this was the residence of President Snow himself.

As he was led through the corridors, Finnick felt a pang of dread. What did the President want with him now? His stomach churned with anxiety, his thoughts spiralling into dark possibilities. And then, as he rounded a corner, he saw her: Y/N Snow, President Snow's granddaughter. She was beautiful, with a gentle face that seemed out of place in a world filled with cruelty. Her eyes were soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the coldness Finnick had come to associate with the Capitol.

Y/N was around Finnick’s age, and there was an air of innocence about her that made him pause. She smiled at him, a sweet, genuine smile that Finnick hadn’t seen in the Capitol for a long time, if ever. His confusion deepened. What could she possibly want with him? His mind immediately jumped to the obvious conclusion, the one he had been conditioned to expect. This is what he was brought here for... sex. It was always for sex.

But as Y/N approached him, her demeanor was calm, almost serene. "Hello, Finnick," she greeted softly, her voice like a melody that cut through the tension in the room. "I’m so glad you’re here."

Finnick’s wariness remained, his body tense, ready for whatever was coming. “I think I know why I’m here,” he said cautiously, his eyes studying her face for any hint of the Capitol's usual twisted intentions.

To his surprise, she shook her head, her expression earnest. “No, we aren't doing that,” she said gently, her words surprising him. “We are going to have fun.”

Fun. Finnick blinked, trying to comprehend the word in this context. Fun wasn’t a concept he associated with the Capitol or its inhabitants, especially not in the context of these summons. He had expected the worst, prepared himself for the usual demeaning routine. But there was something about the way she spoke, the kindness in her voice, that made him pause. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice cautious, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

Y/N’s smile only widened. “I mean, I thought we could just... enjoy ourselves. Talk, maybe play some games, just... be normal for a little while.”

Normal. It was a word that felt foreign to Finnick, especially in a place like this. He wasn’t sure he even remembered what normal was. But he decided to go along with it, his curiosity piqued by this unexpected turn of events. They spent the evening playing simple games, ones that required nothing more than imagination and laughter. They talked about trivial things, shared stories that had nothing to do with the Hunger Games, with death or survival. For a few hours, it was as if they were just two young people, finding comfort in each other’s company, far away from the dark shadows of their reality.

As the night drew to a close, Finnick couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you bring me here, Y/N? I know what they usually want from me... But you, you’re different. Why?”

She looked at him, her eyes full of sincerity. “Because I wanted to be your friend, Finnick,” she said softly. “I’ve seen you on TV, in the Games, and here in the Capitol... I’ve seen how people use you, treat you like you’re just an object. But you’re not. You’re a person. And I want to know the real you, not just the version they show us.”

Finnick was taken aback by her honesty, her kindness. He wasn’t sure how to respond. He had never been seen this way before, not since he won his Games. He was always the victor, the charmer, the puppet on a string. But here, with Y/N, he felt like just Finnick again, even if only for a moment.

As the weeks went by, Finnick and Y/N continued to meet in secret. It became a refuge for both of them, a way to escape the suffocating expectations that surrounded them. They found themselves confiding in each other, sharing their fears and hopes, their dreams and regrets. Y/N would often ask Finnick about District 4, her eyes lighting up with curiosity every time he spoke about his home.

“Tell me more about District 4,” she urged one evening, her voice filled with genuine interest. “What’s it like there? What are the beautiful things? And... the bad things?”

Finnick took a deep breath, his mind drifting back to the shores of his district. “District 4 is... beautiful, in a way that’s hard to describe,” he began, his voice soft with nostalgia. “The sea is the most beautiful thing. The way the sun sets over the water, turning it all to gold... There’s nothing like it. And the smell of the salt in the air, the feel of the sand between your toes. It’s like the whole place is alive, breathing. The people there, they’re tough, but they’re also... kind, in their own way. They look out for each other. We had to, especially after the Games took so many of us.”

Y/N listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face. “And the bad things?” she asked gently, sensing the pain in his voice.

Finnick hesitated, the memories flooding back in a wave of darkness. “The Games... they took so much from us. From me. Even before I won, I lost so much. And after... the Capitol didn’t let me go. They made sure I remembered who was in control. The peacekeepers, the fear... the way we’re forced to live, always under the Capitol’s thumb. That’s the worst part. The way they strip away your freedom, your dignity.”

Y/N reached out, her hand covering his, a silent offer of comfort. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I hate what my grandfather does. I hate what he makes people like you go through. I wish... I wish there was something I could do to change it.”

Finnick looked at her, his eyes searching her face. “What’s it like, being his granddaughter?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Living in this... palace, surrounded by all this wealth and power?”

Y/N sighed, her expression turning sombre. “It’s not as wonderful as it might seem. It’s like living in a cage, Finnick. Everyone is always watching, always judging. People are so fake with me, always saying what they think I want to hear because of who my grandfather is. I can’t trust anyone. And... I hate knowing that everything I have comes from so much suffering, from people like you who have to live in fear and pain because of him.”

Finnick felt a pang of sympathy for her, realising that in her own way, Y/N was as much a prisoner of the Capitol as he was. “You’re different, Y/N,” he said softly. “I never thought I’d find someone like you here, in the heart of all this.”

They continued to meet, their friendship deepening with each encounter. It wasn’t long before friendship turned into something more. There was a warmth in Y/N’s presence that Finnick found himself drawn to, a lightness that made the darkness of his reality a little more bearable. He found himself looking forward to their secret meetings, the stolen moments where they could just be themselves, away from prying eyes.

As their bond grew stronger, so did their feelings for each other. They began to steal glances, their hands brushing accidentally, sending electric shivers down Finnick’s spine. He knew the risks of what they were doing, of letting his heart get involved. But he couldn’t help it. Y/N was a breath of fresh air in a world that had long since suffocated him.

One evening, as they sat under a blanket of stars in a hidden garden within the mansion grounds, Finnick finally gave in to his feelings. He reached out, gently cupping her face with his hand. “Y/N...” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “I... I think I’m falling for you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She had been waiting to hear those words, fearing them and craving them all at once. “Finnick,” she breathed, her hand covering his. “I feel the same. I’ve tried to fight it, to keep it hidden, but... I can’t anymore.”

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a moment of pure, untainted bliss in a world that seemed intent on tearing them apart. From that night on, they were inseparable, sneaking around the mansion, stealing kisses and sharing whispered confessions. They knew they had to be careful, that if anyone found out, there would be consequences. But for the first time in what felt like forever, Finnick and Y/N felt alive, as if they had found a piece of themselves that had been missing in the darkness. They continued to meet in secret, in hidden corners of the mansion or secluded spots in the lush gardens, their bond growing stronger with every shared smile and stolen kiss.

Finnick had never felt this way before. With Y/N, he wasn’t the Capitol’s puppet, not the charming victor paraded around for entertainment or manipulation. He was just a boy, lost in the eyes of a girl who saw past all of that. She was a sanctuary from the storm that raged both outside and within him. And he knew that she felt the same. In Y/N’s presence, the weight of being President Snow’s granddaughter seemed to lift. She laughed more freely, her smile genuine and unforced, not the polite mask she wore for the rest of the Capitol.

One evening, after a particularly close call with a servant who had nearly caught them together, they found themselves back in their favourite hiding spot—a small, forgotten alcove in the east wing of the mansion, hidden behind a heavy curtain. It was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single candle Y/N had smuggled from her chambers, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Finnick held Y/N close, his arms wrapped around her as they sat on the cold stone floor. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, a steady rhythm that matched his own. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the silence that surrounded them, “do you ever think about... getting away from here? From all of this?”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. “Every day,” she admitted softly. “I dream about it. About what it would be like to just... be free. To not be a Snow, not to be trapped by the Capitol’s expectations. To go somewhere no one knows who we are, where we could just be ourselves.”

Finnick’s heart ached at her words. He knew that feeling all too well. The desire to escape, to be free from the chains that bound them both in different ways. “We could,” he murmured, the idea forming in his mind even as he spoke. “We could find a way to leave, together. We could start over somewhere far away from here.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his suggestion, her breath catching in her throat. “But Finnick,” she began, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and fear, “how could we? My grandfather... he would never let us go. And even if we managed to escape, he would find us. He always finds a way.”

Finnick knew she was right. President Snow was a man who held onto power with an iron grip, and he would never willingly let his granddaughter go, especially not with a victor from the districts. But the thought of leaving, of being free with Y/N, was a light in the darkness, a hope he hadn’t dared to entertain until now. “We’d have to be careful,” he agreed, “but we could plan it out. Find a way to disappear, to make sure no one knows where we’ve gone. I don’t know how yet, but... I can’t stand the thought of you being trapped here forever. Of us being apart.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, and she reached up to cup Finnick’s face in her hands. “I don’t want to be apart from you either,” she whispered. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have—a chance to feel... alive. To be loved for who I am, not for who I’m supposed to be.”

Finnick leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Then we’ll find a way,” he promised, his voice filled with determination. “For us. For our future.

They spent the next few weeks discussing their plans in hushed tones, mapping out potential routes to escape, and talking about places they could go where the Capitol’s reach might not be as strong. It was dangerous, reckless even, but the idea of freedom kept them going, kept their spirits alive in a world that had tried so hard to crush them.

But with every plan they made, the reality of their situation weighed heavily on them. President Snow’s influence was vast, his reach seemingly endless. And Finnick knew that leaving wouldn’t just be a matter of slipping away unnoticed. It would mean breaking free from the Capitol’s grip entirely, something that no one had ever truly done.

One day, as they sat together on a bench in the garden, Y/N turned to Finnick with a serious expression. “Finnick, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began, her voice low and cautious. “Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”

Finnick’s heart skipped a beat, fearing the worst. “What is it?” he asked, his voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his with a resolve he hadn’t seen before. “I want to talk to my grandfather,” she said slowly. “About you. About us.”

Finnick’s eyes widened in shock. “Y/N, that’s too dangerous. If he finds out—”

“He already knows, Finnick,” she interrupted gently, her voice calm. “He’s not a fool. He’s known something was different for a while now. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, the questions he asks. I think... I think he’s testing me. Seeing how far I’ll go. And I need to show him that I’m not afraid, that I’m not going to just sit back and let him dictate my life forever.”

Finnick felt a surge of fear for her. He knew how ruthless Snow could be, how he used fear and manipulation to maintain control. “Y/N, you don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s not someone you can reason with.”

“I know,” she said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “But I have to try. For us. For a chance at a future where we don’t have to hide anymore.”

Finnick nodded slowly, his heart heavy with worry but also filled with admiration for her bravery. “Just promise me you’ll be careful,” he whispered, pulling her close. “Promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

“I promise,” Y/N replied softly, resting her head against his chest. “I won’t lose you, Finnick. Not now. Not ever.”

The next day, Y/N requested a private audience with her grandfather. The tension in the mansion was palpable as she made her way to his study, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this could go horribly wrong, but she also knew she had to take this risk. For Finnick. For herself.

When she entered the study, President Snow was sitting behind his large, imposing desk, a faint smile playing on his lips as he regarded her. “Y/N, my dear,” he greeted, his voice smooth and deceptively warm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I want to talk to you about Finnick Odair,” she began, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides. “I care about him, Grandfather. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I know you don’t approve, but... I can’t help how I feel.”

Snow’s smile faded slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “You’re right, I don’t approve,” he said coldly. “Finnick Odair is a distraction, a toy for the Capitol’s amusement. Nothing more.”

“He’s more than that,” Y/N insisted, her voice gaining strength. “He’s a person, with thoughts and feelings and dreams. Just like you and me. And he deserves to be treated with respect, not as some plaything to be used and discarded.”

Snow’s expression darkened, his gaze icy. “You’re treading on dangerous ground, Y/N,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Remember who you are. Remember where your loyalties lie.”

“My loyalties are to what’s right,” Y/N shot back, her anger flaring. “And what you’re doing to Finnick, to all the victors, is wrong. It’s cruel. And I won’t be a part of it anymore.”

President Snow’s eyes bore into hers, his jaw clenched in anger. “You forget yourself,” he said quietly, a dangerous edge to his voice. “You forget who gives you everything you have, who protects you from the consequences of your own foolishness.”

Y/N took a step forward, her gaze unwavering. “I’m not a child anymore, Grandfather. And I’m not afraid of you. I love Finnick, and I won’t let you take that away from me.”

There was a long, tense silence as Snow regarded her, his face unreadable. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but filled with menace. “You’ve made your choice then,” he said slowly. “But know this, Y/N: there are consequences to defiance. And you will face them.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. “So be it,” she replied firmly. “I’m ready to face whatever comes. As long as I have Finnick by my side.”

Snow’s expression remained cold, calculating. “We shall see,” he murmured, a chilling smile curling at the corners of his lips. “We shall see.”

Y/N left the study, her hands shaking with adrenaline and fear. She knew she had just made a powerful enemy, but she also knew she had done the right thing. And no matter what happened next, she wouldn’t regret it.

Y/N returned to Finnick's side, her resolve hardening with every step she took away from her grandfather's study. She had confronted President Snow and spoken her truth, and though the consequences loomed over her, she felt a sense of freedom she hadn't known before. When she saw Finnick waiting for her in the hidden alcove, the worry in his eyes evident, she couldn’t help but smile despite everything.

“What happened?” Finnick asked, his voice tense with concern as he pulled her into his arms. “Are you alright?”

Y/N nodded, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I told him,” she whispered. “I told him about us, about how I feel. He wasn’t happy, but I don’t care. I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of being afraid.”

Finnick’s arms tightened around her, his heart swelling with a mixture of fear and admiration. “You’re so brave, Y/N,” he murmured. “I just hope... I hope he doesn’t do something to hurt you because of this.”

Y/N pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes filled with determination. “Let him try,” she said fiercely. “I’m not afraid of him anymore. We’ll find a way to be together, Finnick. No matter what.”

But as the days turned into weeks, the reality of their situation weighed heavily on both of them. President Snow had made it clear that he would not tolerate any disobedience, and Y/N knew he would be watching her even more closely now. They had to be more careful than ever, stealing moments together when they could, always aware that the Capitol’s eyes were on them.

Then, the announcement came. The 75th Hunger Games, the third Quarter Quell, would be different from any that had come before. In a cruel twist, the Capitol decreed that the tributes would be chosen from the pool of existing victors, pulling them back into the nightmare they had fought so hard to escape. Finnick’s name was drawn from the pool of District 4 victors, sealing his fate.

Y/N’s heart shattered when she heard the news. The man she loved, the one who had already endured so much, was being sent back into the arena. She could hardly breathe as she watched Finnick’s face on the screen, his usual calm facade masking the turmoil she knew he felt inside. She knew that President Snow had orchestrated this, his way of punishing them both for their defiance.

Y/N managed to find a way to see Finnick before he left for the Capitol, sneaking into his quarters under the cover of night. When he saw her, he pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her as if he might never let go. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t—”

“No,” Finnick interrupted gently, pulling back to look into her eyes. “This isn’t your fault, Y/N. This is Snow. He’s doing this to punish us, to remind us who’s in control. But we can’t let him win. I’m going to go into that arena, and I’m going to fight. Not just for me, but for you. For us.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she cupped his face in her hands, her thumb brushing away the single tear that escaped down his cheek. “Just promise me you’ll come back,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and hope. “Promise me you’ll survive this.”

Finnick leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. “I promise,” he whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes to come back to you.”

As they shared a final, lingering kiss, Y/N knew that their love had become a beacon of hope in a world that was intent on breaking them. No matter what happened, no matter how far apart they were, they would find a way back to each other.

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The 75th Hunger Games began with the fanfare and brutality the Capitol was known for. Finnick entered the arena with a resolve hardened by the promise he made to Y/N. The arena was a nightmare, a maze of dangers designed to test the victors’ endurance and break their spirits. But Finnick fought with everything he had, driven by the thought of Y/N and the future they dreamed of together.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the Capitol, Y/N’s resolve was put to the test. She had been approached by members of the rebellion, people who had seen her defiance against her grandfather and believed she could be an asset to their cause. At first, she had been hesitant, fearing the repercussions of getting involved in something so dangerous. But as she watched the Games unfold, saw the horrors that Finnick and the other tributes were being put through once again, she knew she couldn’t stay silent any longer.

Y/N joined the rebellion, using her position within the Capitol to gather information and help coordinate efforts to undermine the Games. She became a vital part of the underground network, her knowledge of the Capitol’s inner workings proving invaluable. She worked tirelessly, driven by the hope that if they could just bring down President Snow, they might finally have a chance at a life free from the Capitol’s tyranny.

As the Games wore on, the rebellion gained momentum, their ranks swelling with those who had grown tired of living under the Capitol’s oppressive rule. News of their efforts began to spread, and soon, the world was watching as a new hope began to take root.

Then came the moment that would change everything. The rebellion had managed to orchestrate an attack on the arena, a daring move to rescue the remaining tributes and strike a blow against the Capitol. Finnick was among those rescued, and as he was pulled from the arena and brought to safety, his thoughts immediately turned to Y/N.

He was taken to District 13, the hidden stronghold of the rebellion, where he was met with cheers and relief. But all he could think about was finding Y/N, holding her in his arms, and finally being free from the Capitol’s grasp.

When Y/N arrived at District 13, her heart raced with anticipation. She had heard that the rescue mission had been a success, that Finnick was among those saved. As she stepped off the transport, her eyes scanned the crowd, searching desperately for him. And then, she saw him.

Finnick pushed through the crowd, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of pure relief and joy. He reached her in a few long strides, sweeping her into his arms and holding her close, as if he were afraid she might disappear if he let go.

“You’re here,” he breathed, his voice filled with disbelief and wonder. “You’re really here.”

Y/N nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to him. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I told you I’d find a way.”

They held each other tightly, the weight of the past months melting away in each other’s arms. The war was far from over, and there were still battles to be fought. But for now, in this moment, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of hope and resistance in a world that had known only fear and oppression for too long. And as they stood there, surrounded by the flickering lights of District 13, they knew that no matter what came next, they would face it together, side by side, ready to fight for a future where they could finally be free.

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I'll Carry You Home 🔱🩵

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

The arena was a living nightmare, a place where the air was thick with the scent of fear and the distant echoes of the Capitol’s cruelty. The jungle around them was dense, the trees casting long shadows as the sun dipped below the horizon. Finnick’s breathing was shallow, the weight of the day’s horrors pressing down on him as he gently placed Mags against a tree. The old woman sighed softly, her eyes closing in exhaustion. She’d done more than anyone could have asked of her, and now she needed rest.

Finnick’s gaze shifted to you, where you sat a little way off, trying to catch your breath. The two of you exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between you. You nodded, and he made his way over, sitting down beside you. The night was creeping in, the darkness giving you a small measure of privacy from the ever-watching cameras.

“We need to find a way out of here,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

“I know,” Finnick murmured, his eyes scanning the perimeter, looking for any signs of danger. “We can’t stay here much longer.”

You both knew the odds were against you. The Capitol had designed this arena to be a death trap, and only one person was supposed to make it out alive. But Finnick wasn’t going to let that happen—not if he could help it.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke so quietly that even the Capitol’s most advanced technology wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. “There’s a way,” he whispered. “When the time is right, we’ll make our move. We just need to be patient.”

You nodded again, the hope in his voice giving you strength. But it was hard to hold on to that hope in a place like this. You could feel the weight of the Capitol’s eyes on you, waiting for you to slip up, to make a mistake that would cost you your life.

Finnick could sense your doubt. He reached out, his hand finding yours in the dim light. “I’ll carry you home,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. And when this is all over, we’ll have a future. Together.”

His words hung in the air between you, a promise made in the most impossible of circumstances. You wanted to believe him, needed to believe him. But the arena had a way of stripping you of your dreams, replacing them with cold, hard reality.

As the night deepened, Katniss took the first watch, her eyes sharp as she scanned the darkness for any threats. The rest of you settled down to sleep, though rest was elusive in a place like this. The jungle was alive with sounds, each rustle and snap a potential threat.

You lay close to Finnick, his presence a small comfort in the darkness. He was your anchor, the one thing keeping you grounded in a world that had gone mad. As you closed your eyes, his words echoed in your mind, mingling with the lyrics of a song you’d once heard stories about from District 4, before the Games, before the Capitol had torn your world apart.

“But I’ll carry you home, no matter how far, I’ll carry you home, we’ll never be apart. The darkness can’t hold us, the night can’t keep us down. I’ll carry you home, and we’ll make it somehow.”

Finnick’s hand tightened around yours, as if he could sense your thoughts, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely audible. “I promise,” he whispered. “No matter what it takes, I’ll get you out of here. We’ll make it.”

You nodded, your heart heavy but full of resolve. You knew the road ahead would be long and dangerous, but with Finnick by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope. Together, you would face whatever the arena threw at you. Together, you would survive.

And one day, somehow, you would find your way home.

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