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There’s nothing I hate more than the headcannon that Annie names the baby after Finnick or Mags, because she just wouldn’t ?? Her son, in my opinion, was symbolism of Annie being able to pick up the pieces and keep going in life even without the love of her life. Just why would she name her son after what she’s supposed to be moving on from ? Sure, she loves Finnick, but that just seems totally out of character (even if we don’t know her that well), and I know that Finnick would hate it too. He didn’t even like being Finnick Odair himself, why would he pass on that name to his child ? Anyways, just like how Peeta is a symbol of hope and rebirth for Katniss, Annie’s son is a symbol of growth and a new beginning, a flower grown in the crack of a wall, her safety net after falling for so long. I also think Katniss would have lots of respect for Annie after the war, for continuing to go on for her son despite her ongoing depression and grief. After all, she’s known neglect and abandonment when her mother was in her grief period. But then there was Annie, who picked herself up every day and looked at her son and smiled, even if it was killing her, who went on because that’s not only what Finnick wanted, but what she wanted for herself.

Names

Annie’s full name is either Annalise or Anemone, and her middle name is Cove. Annelise Cove Cresta-Odair/ Anemone Cove Cresta-Odair.

Finnick’s middle is either Caldon or Perseus. Don’t ask why I think it just sounds good. Finnick Caldon Cresta-Odair/Finnick Perseus Cresta-Odair? take your pick.

I like the idea of Peeta’s middle name being Patroclus(mainly because of the symbolism) but I don’t think it fits well, so I’m still deciding on what I think fits him. I think his middle name being bread is funny tho. Someone give me suggestions I need it😭

Katniss’s middle name is either Echinacea (like the herb), but she hates it, or Eileen (little bird/ beautiful bird), or just doesn’t have a middle name at all.

Johanna seems like the person not to have a middle name.

Effie’s middle name is Fifi or Cleo. I don’t really know why but I think Cleo fits more. Effie Fifi Trinket/Effie Cleo Trinket.

Mrs. Everdeen’s name is Erica, I found this from another tumblr account and really liked it but I forgot the account😭

Mr. Everdeen’s name is Heath, also got it from that account 😭😭

so what if I cry when I think about Annie’s life post-MJ??

you know how Katniss said Annie would laugh at odd times? Finnick would laugh with her. Not because it’s funny or amusing to him, but Annie’s laughter was quite literally so precious and infectious that he just had to laugh too. And imagine everyone else just joining in because why not?

Family.

Finnick had two siblings. An older sister named Cordelia and a little brother named Mateo. Cordelia was four years older than him, and Mateo was ten years younger than him (four when Finnick was fourteen). He had an obsessive boy mom and his dad was quiet and didn’t talk much.

Annie had three siblings. Her oldest sister, Cora, a younger brother named Arnav, and a little sister named Arabella. (Headcannon came from Where the Soul Meets Body on AO3. READ IT!! Arabella was my own personal headcannon) Cora was five years older than her, Arnav was ten years younger than her, and Arabella was fourteen years younger than her. Her mother died giving birth to Arabella and her father never remarried.

Johanna had one little brother named Cypress, she wasn’t close with her mother, but she was around, and her father was a bit of a drunk, but a functioning one. Annie reminded her of Cypress, which is why she took a liking to her.

I literally just had a thought on this a while ago🤯🤯 During the first few years of their relationship Finnick would constantly be lying to her about the trafficking because he couldn’t fathom the thought of her being hurt by it because it feels like he’s being hurt too.

🔥 🔥 gimme your annie AND your finnick thoughts, whether it’s them together or apart idc

mmm. well.

i simply think that people don’t understand trauma and don’t care to learn about it. I think that’s what all of this boils down to. i think that Annie, although she canonically exhibits symptoms of psychosis, is probably highly functional when she’s at home in her space and able to keep to a routine and a life that makes sense for her. even if she is also experiencing psychosis then. I think she is first and foremost a survivor, and that means that she has created a life for herself where she can do more than survive from day to day, but actually thrive, because basic survival comes naturally to her.

i think that Finnick matured very quickly and is also very capable, and the reason that he completely loses it when Annie is gone is yes, because he loves her, but also because he’s gotten attached to her to an unhealthy level and losing her is also losing his own safety and sense of self. he’s deeply traumatized and she’s become his safe person. he is absolutely obsessive about her safety and that has most likely led to massive issues in their relationship because Annie almost certainly doesn’t want him to go to the lengths that he does to protect her. to some extent, him being that overprotective is him also protecting himself, because he’s poured so much of himself into her that keeping Annie safe is also keeping himself emotionally and psychologically safe. because the physical safety element is a wash.

also we all know I love their relationship and I think it’s very sweet but friends. it is not healthy

🔥 asks

saw a fanfic where finnick and annie divorce. physically not okay.

I love the idea that Finnick was Annie’s mentor, but it just seems so cliche to me, like the whole “stronger, more experienced yet closer off mentor falls in love with weak, doesn’t-have-a-chance-at-survival mentee and does everything he can to save her” is just old and boring. I prefer the headcannon that it was Mags who mentored Annie, instantly took a liking to her, trained her good and everything, and after Annie was crowned victor, she began to spend more and more time with Mags. Now that is where Finnick comes in. I think, when he was a younger victor, after his family died, he moved in with Mags and stayed there for a while, so when Annie begun to come over more and more, that’s when he took notice to her. And Mags, (we love her for this), saw something between them immediately. She played match-maker, and boom, they’re dating. I also feel like the tribute/mentor thing doesn’t really add up, as Finnick said that Annie “crept up on him”, which meant it would take time, but mentors only have their tributes for about a week. Still, he could’ve fallen for her afterwards, but I don’t think it makes much sense to me. Adding on, I’ve seen lots of head cannons that Annie trained and volunteered, which I also love, but I like keeping Annie as the feminine, soft character. That doesn’t make her weak, per say, it means she’s a gentle soul. Yes, I think she killed in the arena, and she did what she had to do to survive, but don’t diminish her purity !! She didn’t play into the Capitol’s games, acting like she was perfectly fine and unaffected, which, in my opinion, is what makes her pure and sets her apart from the other victors. But hey, it’s just a theory, a Hunger Games theory !!

childhood sweethearts odesta will forever have my heart

D4 birth ritual

Headcannon: A week after a baby in Four is born, they are dipped into the ocean (kinda like a christening) and are lowk offered up ig ?? the mother walks the baby into the arms of the mayor (or some1 important) but sometimes the babies just be tossed in if nobody gaf

okay the idea of finnick not knowing he’s gonna be a father is sad but him knowing is even sadder. imagine him trying so hard to get back because he knows it isn’t just Annie waiting for him. imagine him promising Annie he’ll come back for both of them. imagine Finnick being so excited to be a father, only to never meet his child in this lifetime.

thinking about how annie might’ve mentored finnick and mags for the quell

I NEED EVERYONE THATS SEES THIS TO READ THIS FANFIC !! AND AFTERWARDS READ “anchor cast below” (Finnick’s POV) IT WILL RIP YOUR HEART APART !! AND IF YOU WANT A HAPPY ENDING READ “joy” !! ITS ALL APART OF A COLLECTION

Annie Cresta and Mags Flanagan have to be the most tragic characters of the whole series

”line without a hook” and “me and my husband” are odesta songs. like. they were made for finnick and annie.

ok but victors have like nomination events (like emmy’s and stuff) every year. it’s basically like the met gala and those nominations things (i don’t know much name examples) mixed together with categories like “best arena” or “most loved by the capitol” and that’s also where the older victors mainly get to know the recent victor

you guys i love annie and finnick so much it’s not healthy anymore

saw a tumblr post about book-accurate annie as mackenzie foy and my life is forever changed

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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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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