Hello! While this account has not been active in several years, I wanted to let you know that I have created a WordPress archive for My Odestiny, just in case anything were to happen to this blog or Tumblr more generally. You can find an import of My Odestiny at:
https://myodestiny.home.blog/
If anyone has any tips on running a fanfiction blog through Wordpress, I’d appreciate it!
A few months ago you posted that Annie was 23, and Finn was 25. I was curious whether you attended the Hunger Games exhibit or if you found the information on the Hunger Games wiki. People on the Wiki lie a lot, so the info might not be true.
I saw a screenshot from the exhibit! I wish I could have seen it myself, but someone did us the favor of sharing their photos from the event. So those should be their canon ages as far as the movies are concerned.
Hey all, I truly had plans to do a lot more writing during my break, but between traveling, holidays, sickness, family emergencies, and a crashed hard drive, I couldn't make it work. I have also lost all of my Odesta writing files. I will try to keep this blog as active as possible, but I may not be able to publish anything for a while. I will do my best to keep this blog active with Odesta goodness. Thanks for all your patience and support. :)
“Where are we going?” Annie’s anxious reflection passed over the darkened landscape of District 4 as the car climbed a gravelly ridge. She watched the skyline, her body tense with expectation. When they left the Victor’s Village, they could already hear the crowds of Capitol tourists gathering down the beach, eager to usher in the New Year with an anthem of explosions and fire.
Finnick reached across the back seat and squeezed her knee. “You’ll see.” She moved closer to him, and he placed his arm around her. Eventually, the car rolled to a stop.
“Is this where you want me to drop you off?” the driver, a fellow Victor and their neighbor, turned to face them.
“This is great, Muscida,” Finnick opened his door and began to climb out. “Swing back around in a couple hours?”
Muscida waved his hand out the driver window in acknowledgement as Finnick rounded the front of the car and opened Annie’s door. With only a bit of hesitation, she took his hand and pulled her shawl tight around her shoulders as they watched the car pull away.
Finnick pulled an electric lantern from the bag at his hip and flicked it on, enveloping them both in a soft glow. “You ready?” he smiled.
She squeezed her hand, “I guess so.”
Together they made their way down a steep bank of dunes that led to a beach hidden from the road. The roar of high tide echoed off the dunes, overwhelming the distant sounds of the tourists’ New Year’s party. As they neared the shore, the lamplight unveiled a small picnic spread, champagne glasses sparkling in the dark.
“Finnick,” Annie gasped. “When did you-”
“Mags’ sink wasn’t actually clogged,” he grinned explaining his afternoon absence. “We shouldn’t hear the fireworks from here. I know we won’t see them.”
Annie swallowed at the lump in her throat. Every other New Years’ she’d spent cowering in her room, trying desperately to block out the sight of fire in the sky, the smell of explosions, the sounds so much like canon. She’d spent them all alone.
“…Do you like it?” Finnick hesitated to ask as he watched her, waiting for some kind of response.
“Of course I do!” Annie wiped at her eyes as she turned and buried herself in his chest. He held her close while a gust of wind whipped around them, bearing the fresh, crisp scent of a New Year. “Thank you,” she murmured.
In reply, Finnick pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Happy New Year, Annie.”
Annie was on the first transport to the Capitol, along with the rest of the Victors and the mother of the Mockingjay. Coin wanted them all by her side for her formal deposition of President Snow. At this point, Finnick didn’t care. He just wanted to see his wife.
“They’re here,” Gale announced as he peaked through the mansion curtains. Slowly, the remaining members of the Star Squad began to rouse themselves. Snow’s living room floor had hardly provided a comfortable refuge from the war raging outside—certainly not knowing he was being held just upstairs.
Boggs unbarred the front door, and Coin strode in, surrounded by cameras and soldiers. “Good work, Squad 451,” she began, but Finnick wasn’t listening. The Victors had fanned out behind her, and the moment he saw Annie’s eyes, Coin practically disappeared.
With a gasp, she ran to him, leapt into his arms. Finnick squeezed her against his layer of gear, sighing into her neck. They ignored the cameramen who surrounded them, eager for a shot of their embrace.
“It’s over,” he murmured to her, again and again. “It’s over…”
Coin allowed for the reunions to unfold. Mrs. Everdeen had one arm around Katniss, the other around Prim, their surprise field nurse. Haymitch murmured something in Peeta’s ear as he hugged him. Eventually, Annie loosened her arms around Finnick’s neck and let her toes touch the floor again. She gazed at him with misty eyes opened her mouth to speak, but she could hardly draw a breath before Coin interrupted.
“For now, you are all being relocated to our temporary base at Tower 17,” she informed them. “You’ll be safe there until we can restore order. Pack your things—we leave in ten minutes.”
Reluctantly, the soldiers began to gather their things. Finnick groped for his trident with one hand, the other finding Annie’s by instinct.
“I can carry something,” she offered, but he cut his protest short as he watched Coin approach out of the corner of his eye.
“Soldier Odair, Mrs. Odair,” her smile was taught, saccharine. “I have a special assignment for you both.” Annie squeezed Finnick’s hand in silent alarm while Coin produced a key card from her breast pocket. “I want you two to have a proper honeymoon, on me.”
Finnick could hear the cameras zooming in on him, watching for his response. He forced a smile, “Thank you, Madame President.”
“My pleasure,” Coin pressed the card into his hand. “The driver will be here to pick you up shortly.”
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Only hours ago, Finnick had been swimming in sewage, wondering if he had made a mistake, if he would ever see Annie again. Now he sat next to her in a limo, silent, still reeking. She hadn’t let go of his hand, her brow furrowed as she gazed out at the armored trucks that escorted them through the Capitol’s deserted streets. When they arrived at the hotel, they were directed to the top floor—the Presidential Suite. The card Coin had given them unveiled a fully furnished apartment, luxurious and open, with sweeping views of the smoldering, half-crumbled city. Finnick had been here before, as a slave. Immediately, Annie spoke his thought,
“I don’t want to be here.”
Their District 13 escorts had already left, and they wouldn’t return until morning. Annie squeezed Finnick’s arm, breaking him from his stupor. With stern eyes, he started forward,
“I have an idea.”
She trailed behind him, lingered in the bedroom door and watched him peel the comforter from the mattress. He dragged it to the middle of the living room floor, and it was then she realized what he had in mind. She grabbed the pillows from the bed and followed him. Finnick pulled the high-backed chairs from the dining table, spaced them apart, and draped the comforter over them. Annie stuffed the pillows beneath the makeshift tent while Finnick added a throw from the couch. His breathing had become labored as he bustled back and forth through the room, the dark circles around his eyes deepening with exhaustion.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up?” Annie suggested. “I can finish it.”
He didn’t need to answer her. With a sigh, he wandered into the bathroom, shed his uniform layer by layer. He had no idea how long he stood beneath the shower, watching the blood and dirt run off his skin. By the time he emerged from the bathroom, the fort was completed. Every spare blanket and decorative pillow in the suite had been brought together to construct the shelter, soft and warm and dark. From inside, Annie pulled back one of the blankets, allowing him entrance. Finnick crawled in beside her, and when the veil fell, the Capitol disappeared. She opened her arms, and he sank into her embrace, his skin still hot and humid beneath his robe. The terror that he had suppressed for the past 40 hours surged back all at once, and the lingering tendrils of death sent a chill down his spine.
“I love you,” he breathed with new urgency. “I didn’t say that enough before.”
She pressed her lips against his ear, “Tell me now.”
“God, I love you.” He left the words in increments down her neck. “I love you so much.”
Annie coiled her arms and legs around him, her fingers racing through his hair, “Don’t leave me again.”
“Never,” he swore against her open mouth, and felt her body relax beneath him. She slipped her hands beneath his robe, raked her nails gently across his back, and his blood began to burn. He yanked the robe from his shoulders and tossed it away. Annie started at the buttons of her District 13 uniform, and Finnick kissed his way down her skin, bit by bit, as she exposed it. Finally, she was kicking the uniform from her ankles, and Finnick returned to her lips, propping himself on his elbows above her. Again, his breaths became labored, his arms shaking with the effort.
“Finnick,” Annie paused, gazed up at him as her hands lingered at his chest. “Lie down.”
Without question, Finnick rolled onto his back, splayed himself against the carpet of pillows. Annie hovered above him now, her lips against his neck as her knees closed around his hips. His hands found the backs of her thighs in time to guide her into him. They shuddered in unison, and a moan raked his throat as she began to move her hips. Finnick could only watch her, her lips parted around each gasp, hair tumbling over her shoulders as her body rolled like waves over him, enveloped him in currents of pleasure. Her name left him in a whisper, a moan, a cry that consumed his whole body, left him dizzy. Annie lay down beside him, panting, as the clouds cleared from his vision. She scattered stray kisses on his collar as he wrapped a weak arm around her, his breaths still heavy as he gave her a wry smile,
“Was this the kind of honeymoon you were expecting?”
Annie glanced up at the folds of their hideaway as she drew closer to him. “Not exactly,” she admitted. “But…” Their lips found each other once more, and the rest didn’t need to be said.
The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
I’m so sorry that I haven’t been active for the past several months. I am having a bit of an overwhelming senior semester and I haven’t been able to make time to write. When the semester ends, I will definitely post some new one-shots, and I will continue to work on Storming Seas. Thanks to everyone for your support–it means a lot!
yasminpewsey: I really enjoyed the movie! Finnick’s little moments throughout were precious, and I absolutely loved the way he took care of Peeta. I’m definitely pleased that his death got a lot of attention. I cried a lot throughout the movie and all my friends laughed at me. :,(((
anon 1: I agree the wedding along with the first act of the movie felt rushed. I still would have preferred for Part 1 to have ended after Katniss gets shot in District 2. That way there would have been more breathing room at the beginning of Part 2 and definitely more time for the wedding.
anon 2: Finnick’s death was brutal and I ugly sobbed through the entire thing and maybe concerned some of the other theater-goers. LIke I said, I think it got the attention it deserved, but the trade-off was that you had to see/hear him suffering at the end, which was hard for me to watch. It was by far the hardest part of the movie for me.
Overall, I was really satisfied with Mockingjay Part 2. Of course, I wish there had been more of both Finnick and Annie, but I guess that’s what fanfiction is for. :))
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