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until the end of time

pairing: finnick odair x f!reader

summary: finnick comforts you after you have a nightmare about being back in the quarter quell.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares (nightmare is in italics), jabberjays, set in district 13 word count: 430

You’re back. 

Somehow, you’re back there, in the Quarter Quell. 

Your whole body trembles like a leaf. You whip your head around, trying to spot him. Finnick. But for now, it looks like you’re all alone. So, you decide to walk. You’re not sure where you're headed, but this is better than staying rooted to the same spot and waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, it seems like everything around you has quieted. The air begins to feel heavy, and you’re struggling to get air into your lungs. 

That’s when it starts. 

The screams.

Your blood runs cold, your stomach dropping. It’s Finnick. It’s him, screaming out your name, and the sound pierces through your heart. Tears instantly pool your eyes, and your breath starts to come out in short gasps.

“Finnick!” you cry, head whipping around. “Finnick!”

You run through the jungle, nearly tripping over the gnarly roots more than once. Somehow you manage to keep your balance as you stumble along, and your search becomes more and more frantic as the seconds pass by without sight of him. 

“Please, stop!” you whimper, pressing your hands to your ears.

It feels like if you run any longer, your legs might buckle out from underneath you. So instead you crumple down to the ground and hunch over, pressing your face in between your knees.

You jolt up, breathing hard. Your hands grip the sheets under you and you twist them with your fingers. Minutes pass before you’re able to get ahold of your bearings and realize that you’re safe. 

That you’re not in the arena.

You’re with Finnick, in District 13. You glance over and see him, already sitting up. Worry creases his eyes, and he reaches out a hand to brush the hair away from your forehead. 

“You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

Tears pool your eyes as you take him in. Unharmed. “You—you were screaming and I couldn’t get to you—”

The second a sob tears from your throat, he’s reaching for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you so that you’re flush against him, and you grip onto him for dear life, burying your face into his bare shoulder.  

“I’m okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Finnick says softly.

You let out a deep, trembling breath and tighten your hold on him. “Promise you’ll stay with me,” you whimper. 

Finnick leans back slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. “I promise. Until the end of time, sweetheart.”

hey!! can i request finnick enamored with a reader who plays hard to get? and she’s desirable like finnick and they met in the capitol after snow tried to push the image of them being king and queen with equal levels of desirability? thanks!

showing my cards ☆ finnick odair x f. reader

summary: never would you let someone like finnick odair into your life, but finnick odair was an exception.

warnings: mentions of sex trafficking, finnick’s trafficking, no use of y/n, poorly written dialogue, capitol issues, first meeting cliche, reader’s hard to get, mentions of alcohol, i dont know if i love this or hate it

1k words

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you’d never liked it easy. whether it was intentional or not, you always found a way to make things harder then they had to be. maybe it was your upbringing, maybe it was just the way you were, but you never found the right person.

even as queen of panem.

it wasn’t anyone’s fault, truly. growing up was about survival. the games and everything after that was about survival. but god, how you wished that you could love someone.

it wasn’t like your life was incomplete without love, but you’d never found that someone to love. it was never…right. always some downside to the person.

it didn’t help that you changed your mind right as someone’s hand found their way into yours, or someone’s lips found their way to your lips. you wanted to live in it, to revel in the feeling of passion someone was giving to you, but it never clicked. and you hated it. it made you feel uncertain.

you never let that uncertainty show though. that’s how you got your title: “the poker faced jewel of panem. never letting her real feelings thorough. so misleading. so mystical. so hard to get.

and you played along. better to let them think you’re a person who leads another on because of no particular reason than to let them see through your facade you’d put on for so many years.

unfortunately, wittiness and mysteriousness can also earn you another title; desirable. and no urge is too nauseating to fulfill in the capitol.

parties, where the drinks tasted like a perfume your stylist had selected for you that evening. dinners, where even outside of a camera’s view, you had to entertain. to put on a performance.

it was at one of these parties, though, where you’d been invited with no certain reason why. the only other victor at this party was the only one in the capitol who was as beloved as you.

it had been four years after your “victory” in the hunger games, so you knew everyone fairly well. you just never got around to introducing yourself to finnick odair. seemed odd enough too, seeing as you were neighbors in district four. he was rarely home, though. a situation you knew all too well.

you decided tonight could be the night. as good as any other capitol party. you waited for when he finally got out of the grasp of a very handsy customer, who looked like she’d been downing glass after glass of alcohol.

you turned around, preparing yourself to walk up to him, only to turn around and be met with the sight of eyes that could make the waters part.

and for a split second, it felt like this was how you were supposed to live. in each other’s presence.

you decided to speak first. “hello, odair.” you say.

“looking for some fresh air tonight?” he asks, walking towards the entrance of the building.

strangely, you already felt comfort in his foreign presence. feelings of an unknown name started to bubble up, and you couldn’t allow that to happen.

“why? trying to get me alone so you can dazzle me into dating you?” you reply, having absolutely no idea where the cold undertone came from.

finnick knew of your repuation, but he also knew that every victor has their role. whether it be the crazy one, or the one with nothing to lose. it was something he knew all too well. but still, hearing your sarcastic remarks and replies made his heart flutter a little more each time. so he kept pushing.

he put a hand on his chest, feigning injury. “ouch,” he says. “seems like someone’s enjoying the party.”

you let out a scoff. “yes, absolutely ecstatic about my being here.” you say, walking ahead of him and outside.

you make your way to a sort of balcony, overlooking a garden in the gorgeous front yard of someone’s mansion. you pitied the person that would have to clean up after this.

finnick walks up next to you, leaning his arms against the railing, mirroring you.

“what is the queen of panem thinking about?” he says, sarcasm and humor delicately laced into his voice.

you turn your head to look at him. you were about to speak, but the sight that was in front of you was jarring.

you knew finnick was gorgeous. it was a known fact throughout panem. but cameras did not do him justice. you never understood why he needed all the fancy lighting the capitol provided. the moonlight cascading down his face and drawing out his features was certainly enough for you, you thought.

remembering the question he had asked god knows how long ago, you brought yourself back to reality. “she thinks about why finnick odair is asking what she thinks about.” you say, turning your head away from him and looking down.

he laughs. “touché.” he says, trailing off.

you can’t help but let out a small laugh. you don’t know why, there’s just something so intimate about the whole interaction.

you decide it’s your turn to ask a question. “how’re you enjoying the party?” you ask.

“party? could’ve sworn it was a funeral with how many people there look like they could’ve witnessed the rebellion.” he says, earning a laugh from you.

finnick swears that making you laugh within the first ten minutes of your meeting is one of his biggest accomplishments. he’d been enamored with you since he’d heard your laugh that night.

you’ve never known what it’s felt like to have someone go this far without making you change your mind, so you let the conversation happen.

you’ve heard of finnick’s reputation. his alleged personality, his habits. you’d never let someone like finnick into your life. but finnick himself could slide.

maybe, just maybe, you’d show your cards for finnick odair.

hii!! really hope you like what i did with the request! i tried to put in every component but i may’ve gone a bit astray! please leave feedback it’s greatly appreciated ☆