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prove me wrong. finnick odair x reader

summary: finnick odair finds you weak and wants you to prove otherwise

warning/s: swearing, mentions of suicide, unedited

slater’s note: i feel like this fandom is dead and that makes me hella sad lolz (i literally watched the movies for the first time yesterday)  

the only reason you were alive.. was because of him.

when you were fourteen your name was pulled from a large glass bowl just like many others before you. you felt the whole world crash around on your shoulders as you had heard your name called and eyes settled on you, wild but filled with relief that it was you and not them.

you couldn’t breathe and you felt your heart pound against your chest so harshly, it was hard to forget. you could feel your ribs crack.

moments after, an eighteen year old boy’s name was called, someone you hadn’t known and forever wished you had never met.

today, you sat on the same train from six years ago feeling like a scared little girl, like fourteen year old you had came alive once again with the call of your name from the escort. your eyes wide with horror and dread before closing with the feeling of content at the idea that now, your time had come, and your luck had finally run out.

your ride to the capitol made you queasy as the male victor drawn from the glass bowl tired his best to talk to you, ask you of your strategy and skills, completely oblivious as to how you survived on the reliance of some other boy who wanted nothing more in life but to die.

the capitol was flooded with people in nice clothing and overdone hair and accessories filled with colors ranging from one end to the other of the color scale. it hurt your head and in return you frowned at the sight of many smiles and sounds of glee you couldn’t return.

you clenched your jaw and fists as the peace keepers pushed you through the commotion with their cold, tense hands. it made you arch away, not enjoying the touch, never enjoying the touch, especially from them.

the games had ruined all human contact for you. it made you a stranger to all those who would enter the arena, even after the first year where you were forced out to the parties and gatherings and fame that was supposed to pull you closer to past victors, but so undoubtedly failed because they all knew you weren’t a true victor.

°•

your stomach filled with knots and before you could even think, you ended up back where you were six years ago only without short hair and naive-innocent eyes that created adoration for sponsors.

you held the same brightness in your eyes now, despite all the death and traumatic moments that laced into your irises of experience—experiences that still haunted your dreams in dark clouds. dreams that more or so we’re nightmares that you attempted to push away at thought.

you had a gold dress wrapped tightly around your waist while strands of look-a-like wheat loosely twirled around your waist with a thin layer of tulle flowed over—in representation to the eleventh district. you sparkled gold specks, making you hard not to be noticed as you walked through the entrance of the arena where all the horses waited with carriages.

hard not to be noticed by him.

“for one thing, they never fail to make you the prettiest girl in the room.”

you clenched your jaw at the sound of his voice, his unmistakable sarcastic tone filled with taunt and something else that made your chest tighten even more so than it already was.

you turned around, eyes meeting finnick odair’s as he had a quirked eyebrow at you, wanting you to say something in return, but almost knew you wouldn’t. you took one look at him before sighing, knowing this would be one long experience and if the games didn't kill you, he probably would himself. 

“it’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning slightly on the wall the two of you stood by, “you almost made it without another look from the capitol, but here they just pull you back in for more.” 

you licked the inside of your cheek, “what do you want?”

“oh nothing,” he grinned, “just making sure i catch up with the capitol’s most hated before they tear you apart out there in the arena.” 

your mind thought of the reason as to why you were the most hated, making your shoulders sink and expression become even more heavy with sorrow than before in remembrance of the male tribute you had been paired with that year; jens and the way he had sacrificed himself right before your eyes moments before you were crowned victor for that years hunger games. 

“you’re going to be the one to kill me, aren't you?” you frowned harder with hurt.

“i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

°•

the training room was filled with many victors practicing and sporting their skills for all to see. it made your head hurt at the sight of so many finding delight in the thought of killing/hurting one another in order to please the capitol.

you swallowed harshly before rubbing the side of your face, deciding where to start first. although you weren’t exactly the capitol’s most hated victor despite finnick’s words, they all still thought so lowly of you with no strength and no skill but the ability to hide real well. 

but overtime, fueled with the anger of people thinking so low of you, and anger that you were actually so undeserving of the victor stand point, you had trained yourself to something your fourteen year-old-self wasn’t. 

“wanna spar?” johanna grinned to you as she came up from behind you holding two swords tightly in her grip. “i promise i won’t hurt you too bad.”

“you sure,” you quirked a brow, taking a hold of the metal material she held out to you before taking a few steps back for some distance. “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

she rolled her eyes, also taking a few steps back, allowing silence and focus to cloud her vision before launching herself at you. she swung her sword causing you to lean backwards, almost falling to your ass from how low she swung. 

you swung back, catching her sword causing a loud metal on metal sound to echo throughout the large room. swing after swing you had proved yourself to not be the girl you were all those years ago that people had watched from their screens with worry and even anger with how easy you got away with winning all because of a boy who was smart and strong and charming and in the end, had no will to live. 

you were no longer weak. 

you had almost caught johanna’s skin many times if it weren’t for her being quicker and more experienced with combat until, finally, the tip of your blade sliced across her cheek, catching her off guard.

 she frowned and just as you were going to take another stab at her, she rolled behind you, making your swing to your side, thinking you'd once catch her off guard with how quick you reacted, but to your failure, you had caught finnick just barely at the tip of his nose. 

you swallowed harshly, taken aback, and after he swallowed his own slight shock, he tipped the blade away from his face with two fingers, smirking, “careful there, sweetheart.” 

you dropped your weapon, clenching your jaw. 

“wouldn’t want to kill the most charming person in the capitol,” johanna rolled her eyes, speaking in a rather low and annoyed tone as she dropped and rolled her shoulders from how tense they felt. “of course, your gonna end up deserving it if you keep getting in the way, finnick,” she bumped shoulders with him before taking ahold of your own sword, walking away.

“you sure know how to fight, girl wonder. where was that at your first games?”

“shut up,” you glared at him, rolling your shoulders, now feeling fired up. 

his eyebrows raised, slightly surprised at your words, “finally standing up for yourself? what happened to you in those six years?”

“just decided i’m done letting people like you shitting on me for something i couldn’t control,” you spat, feeding into his taunt. 

“you let that boy die for you,” he leaned in forward rather fast, catching you off guard with how close his face was to yours. “you let that boy die for you even though you knew you very well you didn’t deserve to win. you’re weak, you always have been, always will be.”

“i was fourteen,” you pushed on, hurt by his words and now completely set off. “he killed himself before i could even process what had happened. you think i wanted to be victor? you think i even wanted to be drawn from that stupid glass bowl in the first place? i wanted to be dead the moment they drew my name.” 

your voice came out fast and choppy filled with anger and offense as you couldn’t even process what nerve he had to call you the things he did, “i am not weak. you know why? because i have put up with people like you for six fucking years. i am not weak.”

“prove me wrong then,” he swiftly gripped your chin, tightly, raising his eyebrows daring you to do something. “prove. me. wrong.”

you jerked your head away from him, glaring at him, not knowing what to do but walk away with your fist tightly gripped, thinking of how you’d have to kill him if you wanted to prove his words wrong. 

°•

you were completely knocked out from the strobe of lightening that flew through katniss’ bow before electrocuting the whole arena. you hadn’t known whether if you were dead the minute you had hit the base of a tree but you figured you were with not being able to move or think or even open your eyes. 

that was until everything in your body so suddenly ached and you were very much aware that you were alive from the pounding headache taking over your mind and your body pressed against the cold metal floor of a jet. 

the jet that whisked away dead bodies. 

you pushed yourself from the floor, groaning and keeping your eyes shut tightly due to the bright fluorescent lights stabbing your sight and increasing your throbbing headache. it was then the questions flooded in. 

what happened? 

why were you on the jet?

was this a dream?

where was finnick?

finnick, the boy you had came to rely on progressively through the short amount of time you had all spent in the games. he had saved you many times and even when you had tried your best to stay as far away from him as you could, wanting nothing to do with him and his taunting till you finally gave in once he had saved you from the hurling axe that had been coming your way from one of the district one victors, tackling you into the water, just barely missing the very sharp blade by an inch. 

you were in a small room before opening the surprisingly unlocked glass door out into a large main hallway, where voices echoed and touched the walls gently. you slowly wandered before reaching fogged doors that prevented you from seeing who hid behind before you heard his voice. 

“i don’t know if she’s ready or not.”

you slowly pulled the knife your had hid in beneath your belt and shirt at hand, holding it tightly as you continued to listen carefully. 

“what do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” another voice spoke lowly and rather irritated. 

“she’s hard to read,” finnick mumbled, “she isn’t exactly an open book, ready to tell me every secret she has.”

“i thought that’s who you were, mister ‘i know everyone’s secrets-”

“what’s going on?” you passed through the doors, taken aback the moment you saw and realized who was all in the room, haymitch and the game keeper and finnick like you had guessed. “why am i here?”

“y/n.” you gripped the knife tightly behind your back as you looked between the men, analyzing each of them fully before you landed on finnick who was leaned against the other end of the large table across from you, staring at you with an unfamiliar look that caused your chest to filled with an unfamiliar feeling.

“what’s happening?” 

“you might want to sit down for this, sweetheart,” haymitch took a step towards you with his hands ready to grasp you, and out of panic you lifted your knife, pointed closely to his chest making his arms go up in surrender. “i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“how do i know that?” “y/n,” finnick had his arms raised as well, rounding the table to join haymitch’s side. “y/n, it’s over.”

“what’s over?” you still had your knife pointed, “why am i here?”

“the games are over,” the gamemnaker mumbled from the table, watching the scene unfold, “you don’t have to be scared.” you looked between the man anxiously before the weapon was ripped from your gripped making you yelp in surprise. you suddenly felt cornered as you watched haymitch hand the knife to finnick who set it down on the table. 

“you're going to kill me now, aren’t you?” you frowned hard with your back pressed against the wall, fear and doubts beginning too creep in on you.  “i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” finnick smiled lightly, “you proved yourself.” 

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dead from the beginning. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which finnick thinks you’ll die and you just want to prove him wrong

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: uhh this just has the same theme as my last finnick fic tf sorry

“i’m not here to make friends, i’m here to fucking win.”

the crowd shouted out in different variations of reactions, all entertained, shouting out with joy while others clapped, they were all so easily entertained and fell victim to entertainment so quickly, caesar himself cried out in joy, smiling widely before clasping his hands, “really! you all hear that?” 

they cheered louder and your chest swelled despite in your head you were unsure whether if you’d truly win. 

“you’re a delight,” caesar tapped your nose and you giggled in the fakest way, swaying your feet back and forth. “tell me more!”

“it’s quite easy, really, i mean look at me!” there wasn’t really much of you; to easy body mass and strength wise, but otherwise you were a stunner, and that’s it, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly with you stuffed in your poofy dress. “i’m going to win, caesar, i’ll promise you that-” 

the interview ended soon with a cocky smile on your face and an extravagant wave as you were escorted off the stage. your smile dropped and you clenched your jaw at how ridiculous those interviews were, boasting about yourself was quite embarrassing, especially if you died in the end. 

the first step you took in the hallway and back into the bright lights you had previously waited in, you felt a hand grab your bicep tightly, escorting you further down the hallway until out of sight of all the capitol people and tributes waiting to be interviewed.

your eyes hit finnicks once he shoved you against the wall roughly, both his hands now gripping both your biceps tightly with an angered expression, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“what?” you glared at him in confusion.  “where do you think boasting is going to get you?” finnick’s voice was low and full with agitation, “it's not going to get you sponsors, boasting doesn't look good on little girls like you, especially when they get knocked out within the first few seconds of the game because they don’t know what they're doing.” 

you tired to shrug off his grip but he only held tighter, pressuring you further against the wall. it made you wince but you kept calm, fighting off any pressure of your face falling naive. you forced a smirk, pressing back against him so your face was even closer to his than before, “i didn’t think you cared so much.”

“i’m trying to not get you killed,” he gritted, “you being cocky puts you as a challenge to the other tributes, especially since you’re not in one or two. they’ll all target you now.”

you finally fully forced him off, your face dropping from your smirk as you begun to walk down the hall, “i can take care of myself.”

“sure, kid,” he followed after you, keeping his distance this time as he watched you clench and unclench your fists with your pretty blue fluffy dress flowing around you in quickness. “i’m sure you can.” 

you flipped around quickly, catching him off guard with how fast you had moved and how frustrated you looked, “don’t want me to die? tell me what to fucking do because this whole trip you’ve been no fucking help.”

he stared at you, slightly taken aback, sharing the same intense stare you held before finally exhaled sharply looking around for a moment before walking right past you, ignoring you. you were now the one walking after him, but you didn’t care to keep space from him, you practically ran after him before pushing him against the wall.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you quirked a brow, your eyes full of frustration and anger, now cornering him, “one moment you have no problem telling me what i’m doing is wrong and the next you won’t even look at me.”

“because you’re going to die, y/n,” he said fast, his own words running up on your own. “the moment you jump off that tube, you’re dead and i don’t think you’re ready to hear that from the way you so confidently stated, you're going to win.” 

your cheeks grew red from embarrassment and your chest tightened in pain from the truth. he was right, you weren’t ready to hear that. you so solemnly wanted to believe you were going to win, but finnick dropped the bomb, preventing you from doing so. you wanted to slap him. 

but you didn't, you took a step away from him, getting one more good look of him in distance before trudging down the hallway with your eyes burning in fear.

and this time, he didn’t walk after you. 

°•

the final days had been knocked down fast like dominos before you’d be finally sent up to what finnick called your death bed. those final days had filled with training and silent dinners, the only time finnick spoke to you was to inform you of events you had to attend to, but nothing else.

the day had come and to your surprisal he had spoken. you didn’t expect him to escort you to the jet but there he was, waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back, thinking deeply before realizing you stood before him in slight confusion. 

his hand pressed against your lower back as the two of you began to walk once again to the large jet that would take you to the arena. he was silent for awhile with his eyes flickering back and forth, deciding what to say. 

“you need to make alliances,” he mumbled, “i know you don’t want friends but you need some trust formed between the strongest there. you kill them in their sleep, but otherwise in the beginning, run away from the cornucopia, the beginning is always a bloodbath. let them do all the work and then find them.” 

you looked up to him, your eyes slightly wide as he spoke rather quick, trying to fit it in all the time the two of you had left. it made your heart pick up pace and you began to feel even more sick, the reality of it all coming to light. 

“be smart,” he whispered, finally turning to face you as you were now close to the jet. the his pad thumb reached up and swiped you cheekbone lightly in a small touch of affection. “you can’t afford to be stupid out there. stupid gets you killed. so does your ego.”

you swallowed harshly, not knowing what to say. his change in attitude and demeanor was all too much to take in at that moment. but you could still see the doubt in his eyes, knowing there was a very low chance you’d get out, but he wanted to feed your hope at least once. 

but his eyes only made your light of hope dimer. it was then you knew you had to prove him wrong, you had to win.

°•

the end was a bloodbath. 

just like the beginning. 

leaving the arena was such a relief, the knot in your stomach that had been there for days had finally been untied, allowing you to finally stay calm, but you still couldn't let your guard down and no matter how hard you wanted to fall asleep on your way back to the capitol, you couldn’t. 

you had almost stabbed finnick the first moment you had saw him, almost finding him unfamiliar which was a rather unfair statement since you were the one completely covered in dried blood and grime, staining your skin and hair, making you practically unrecognizable. 

he hadn’t cared, he was shocked, and proud, causing a warm feeling to fill his chest as he had walked to you fast, holding you tightly. 

he wasn’t watching when you had single handily took down five other tributes, declaring you the victor. he hadn’t really watched any of it in fear that you’d die just like all the past kids he had to mentor, including annie, a girl he had come to love fast but ended watching her die on screen with the rest of panem. 

that's exactly what he expected from you, but there you were, in his arms, so tense and so tired that you hadn’t even cared that you had proved him wrong. 

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hi, stranger. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which you strangely find finnick at a capitol party

warning/s: MAY BE CONFUSING, drinking, nsfw themes ig

slater’s note: i wanted to make this short and “sweet” so don’t hurt me

he was scary when he was drunk.

no, not scary. he just worried you.

you didn’t notice him at first, and you, in the end, wish you hadn’t at all.

he was throwing back shots that were full of bright colors and intoxicated you almost immediately at sight with the way it ate at your stomach so fast.

you were only dancing.

but you both had the same intentions in the end.

with winning both your games and being so desired by everyone that breathed, snow took advantage and sold you to those of need and those who could pay.

but right then, as you laid eyes on finnick, and he laid eyes on you, it was as if a mutual agreement was made and the two of you blow off whoever capitol people you were sent to please.

you enjoyed his company.

he was always fun and his eyes ran with light despite being rundown in the heart.

you loved him, truly.

but it was wrong and you couldn’t love anyone within the capitol with how much risk it portrayed.

that’s why you were scared.

finnick got brave when his stomach was full of colorful drinks.

he didn’t care about anyone, and in that moment he only cared about you.

with that dress and your hair tied up and the makeup put on so lightly to bring out your best features.

he wanted you.

his hand touched yours, then your shoulder, and then your face. so gently, making your chest tighten and your eyes close softly as you felt safe for just one moment.

“i never see you anymore.”

“never knew you wanted to see me.”

“why wouldn’t i?”

you were scared.

he wasn’t.

“why don’t you let me kiss you?”

hearing his words made your eyes go wide.

sober you still felt trapped in fear of what president snow might do, of what could happen.

that’s why you swallowed drink after drink in hopes you could let that fear go.

“you don’t want to kiss me.”

he clasped your face, pressing his lips against yours so gently, you didn’t even know if it was real for your eyes were closed.

“i want you.”

his voice was low and his hand laid against your thigh.

“i’ve always wanted you since the moment you smiled at me.”

he had tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and before you knew it you were lying in his bed beneath his body.

he was gentle and you almost swore he loved you as his nimble fingers pressed against your hips and glided against your skin making your breathing go unsteady.

you swore he loved you.

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N | this is stupid lol

nightmares in an empty house.

pairings. finnick odair x fem!reader

summary. after winning the games, you feel yourself going insane in victors village till a certain someone helps you cope

warnings. swearing, sexual themes

ricky rocks. this idea has been in my head for along time and i didn’t really do any of it justice 😕😭

the room smelt of bleach and cinnamon.

your hair was tied in a knot as you scoped out the entree way, dropping your luggage and belongings to the floor with the fall of your shoulders that were still tense and full of pressure in silent agony.

scoping, a lie. you hadn’t paid enough attention to consider your wandering eyes scoping. you were only trying your best to swallow whole of the situation you were presented in.. but it was like trying to swallow a whole jar of peanut butter at once; rather difficult.

you sighed, laying the palm of your cold, clammy hand upon your hot sweaty forehead, squinting at the rather bright kitchen, concealed by the dark entry way. with no lights on and no windows (aside from the small ones built into the door) you were left to the dark, allowing it to swallow you whole. and you allowed it, finally facing the fact and becoming content that you were finally and utterly alone.

you hadn’t been fully aware of it until now.

before, you used to be fully present within the close gathered district four, active and full of energy as you worked your ass off to make ends meet in order to stay afloat. you had made friends, acquaintances, and kissed more than you could count and only for it all to go down the drain.

you were secluded now. kept away from your old but happy nature, leaving you for the new one to take over without your own control. your new nature. that’s what it was. capitol parties, other victors, new acquaintances but never any friends because you could no longer see yourself get close with anyone. dresses, nice clothes, good food, riches, everything one could dream of was now open for grabs, all just for you. but you wanted none of it.

you traveled away from your luggage and out into the kitchen where you were hit with a flood of natural light seeping in through a wall of large windows all next to each other and giving you a view to your backyard of blue. 

you swallowed thickly out of overwhelm before you heard the rather obvious sound of your front door opening. the cue coming from the rust old hinges that made you jump quickly, reaching for the knife you had tucked in the back pocket of your jeans. 

you were frightful, that being the reason you had raised your knife so quickly to the person who entered into your kitchen without invitation, but the light soon revealed the face of finnick who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once upon realization you had a dagger pointed in his direction. 

“woah there, cowgirl,” you sighed, slightly rolling your eyes before dropping the blade down with the relaxation of your shoulders, cursing under your breath to his slight smile, “I see you’re settling in well.” 

you scoffed, smiling in despair as you laid your hand on your forehead, just wanting to pass on right there. he could feel it; your hurt and your pain. it was something he was familiar with. so, so familiar that his own past distress begun to resonate within his chest. he hated it.

“i just wanted to leave this for you,” he coughed, trying to drag away from the awful silence that had consumed the two of you faster than he would have liked. he shifted on his feet, leaning toward the small island that was placed in the middle of your kitchen; setting down a white lily. “a house warming gift.”

he tried his best to give you a bright smile, but a thin lipped one came out instead; filled with sympathy. it made you frown harder. you hate sympathy smiles, especially finnicks and that seemed to be the only thing you’ve been getting from him lately.

“try to get some sleep tonight,” he pressed a soft kiss against the side of your head before turning around and withdrawing.

°•

he came back the next day.

you wanted to punch him due to him walking in out of nowhere and throwing your bedroom curtains open, allowing the bright sunlight to eat at the darkness and consume all corners of your bedroom.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine, i just…” you paused, pressing your lips together, trying to rid of the burning sensation that begun to pull at your eyes; tears. “i need you to um, go.”

his eyes lightly gazed over you from where he stood by the window, his face slightly hard and stern, thinking. the sight of you practically drowning in your sheets and pillows made you look innocent and sad.

“you need to get out of bed, sweetheart,” he took a seat on your plush mattress, his hand resting on your legs through the comforter. “let some fresh air in, you need it.”

“finn, please just leave me alone,” you pressed the palm of your hand to your head, rubbing your forehead. “i just want to lay here.”

“that’s not going to do anything good.”

“yeah, and how would you know,” you sniffed, clutching yourself—feeling so cold in your bones and soul, like your whole anatomy was being soaked in ice water. nothing felt right, you couldn’t think straight.

finnick’s tongue pushed into the inside of his cheek, resisting the urge to get annoyed, “i think i would know a little bit about surviving.”

you didn’t say anything. he thought about just walking and leaving you to your sleep, but he felt his chest tighten, knowing that he would have wanted someone there for him after his first games.

he got up from the bed, rounding over and leaning from the other side of the bed to where you laid. you finally saw his face and you wanted to immediately look away, a feeling of guilt and solum hitting your chest hard.

his hand grasped the back of your neck while his head dipped close toward yours, immerse you with his scent and warmth, “i know i’m probably the last person you want to see, but i’m here to help you. i promise.”

his warmth.

“help me sleep then,” you mumbled, not really thinking as your hand loosely grabbing onto his bicep and attempting to pull him closer despite the clear hesitation and resistance he held.

it felt wrong, and he didn’t want to violate a boundary, but with your hand still on his bicep, slowly falling to his hand, you were making things hard.

and he gave in, laying in your bed, right next to you.

°•

“you sure this is okay?”

oh how you didn’t know how this happened; finnick’s body pressed against yours in the foyer with nothing but good intentions that were just sinful.

“yes,” you pressed further into him, reaching for his lips with your own, hoping to drown everything else out, “just kiss me.”

he was hesitant, his eyes searching yours eagerly but he found nothing. your eyes were cold with sad outlines, making you look absent. he laid his rough palm against the side of your cheek, slowly easing his warmth onto you. he knew exactly what you felt, how lonely you were in your very own body and how desperate you were just for someone… someone’s touch and control just so you wouldn’t have to think for yourself.

your eyes fluttered shut and you once again attempt to lean in for a kiss. this time he kissed back, and it seemed like in hindsight, he needed you, not you needing him.

he wanted to make you feel better. wanted your mind to travel elsewhere oppose to where he knew it was exactly right at that moment. he felt it was his responsibility to bring you back stable, even if that required doing something far from right.

you needed help, he wanted to be that help. unfortunately, he was the wrong kind of assistance you actually needed.

his lips cluttered your face, pressing soft kisses that made your stomach twist and turn with what felt like bliss. your head dropped against the back of the wall, small exhales filling the air till you were practically whimpering with his mouth on your neck, his hands grasping every bit of you that he could.

“finn, i need you,” your fingers laced within his hair while you openly spoke without another thought, “please.”

and it was all he needed.

even if he couldn’t take away the nightmares, he could try to take your pain away for just a second.

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-Finnick Odair x reader

{Finnick says those three special words}

He’s so boyfriend! 💕 enjoy my lovelies

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The sun is setting, casting hues of pink and orange that shimmer along the ocean water. It’s a mesmerising sight that you can’t seem to stop looking at, despite the fact that you and Finnick come to this beach almost everyday.

He watches you with a soft smile, his heart hammering inside his chest at the way the afternoon sun kisses your skin making you glow in the most prettiest of ways. His eyes take in the shape of your lips and the curve of your nose. He’d study you for hours upon hours if you’d let him.

“You’re staring” You smile, turning your head to the side to look at him. His face reddens slightly with embarrassment, trying to cover it up with a smirk.

“I’m just enjoying the view” He replies with a playful wink, chuckling at the way you roll your eyes.

The sea ripples at your ankles as you dig your fingers through the sand looking for seashells. You have a small collection consisting of only three shells; one for the time you and Finnick went on your real first date, another for the day he got reaped and one for when he came back from winning his games.

All of them are different shapes, colours and sizes sitting neatly on your bedside table. They were the only things that got you through the days where he was gone, the memories of him live through the groves of the shells and the sound of the sea that’s trapped within them.

“This one… this one is perfect” You tell him holding up the small shell. It’s chipped slightly at the top but besides from that, it’s in great shape. You hold the shell up to his eyes nodding your head softly.

Finnick frowns ever so slightly, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he watches you press the seashell up to the side of his face. “What are you doing?” He chuckles softly looking over at your hand.

“It matches your eye colour” You whisper as you study the different shades of greens and blues, how some are darker and lighter in areas and how they come together to mimic his eyes.

Finnick thinks you might’ve just broken him, the teasing words die on his tongue and suddenly he’s finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re gonna add it to your collection?” He grins softly as you nod, making a comment about how you’re gonna start a shrine dedicated to him and he doesn’t bother hiding the blush that dusts his cheeks.

He does the same thing, his eyes glancing up to yours and then to the sandy floor in search of a seashell. He picks up one, then another and holds them up to your eyes, his warm hand grazing against your cheek as he does so.

“You’re so beautiful” He whispers, taking notice of how the sunlight hits your eyes. You tilt your chin down to your chest as a breathless giggle falls from your lips and Finnick wastes no time in holding your jaw gently, making you look up at him.

“Why’re you shying away from me honey?” He smirks and you curse him silently because he knows damn well what he’s doing to you, especially when his thumb begins to soothe against your cheek and the space just under your eye.

“I’m not shying away” You breathe glancing down at the seashells that lay in his palm. “Have you found a match yet?” You ask before he can continue with his teasing.

Finnick looks down at the shells with a smile. “Hmm?… oh yeah, this one” He says as he hands you the seashell that matches your eye colour, it twists into a cone and the end is chipped off.

They both sit in the palm of your hand, one that resembles his and one that resembles yours, and there’s something about it that melts him, the thought that no matter what happens you’ll always have a reminder of him.

“I’m gonna add them to my collection” You smile as his eyes meet yours, full of love, an overwhelming feeling that bleeds into his chest and he just can’t seem to get enough of.

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips and he doesn’t hide away from them. “I love you” It’s such a simple declaration but the way he says it takes you back. His tone is soft but passionate, dripping with affection. A soft gasp escapes you as the words linger in the air.

Before Finnick can even begin to question himself you’re already wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I love you too Finn” You whisper against his neck, the smell of sea salt lingers in his hair.

It’s all he’s ever wanted and more, stored in those special words and now he’s said it once he’s never going to stop. He rests his forehead against yours, his hand against your cheek as he kisses you softly, noses bumping against each other’s slightly.

“I love you so much” He says once more, against your lips with a smile. You whisper the words back in between sweet kisses that soon taper off, breaking slowly as the pair of you smile uncontrollably. He glances down at the shells in your hand, the same ones that’ll sit on your bedside table for years to come.

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