𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.7K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - that I know of, there is none! maybe besides cursing(?) but it's pure fluff, just let me know if you think i should add anything!
Ten years later…
This would be the second rope being tied around your wrist, to the same man. Things were different now; the games were over, Finnick built you that house on the river bank, and you had a son this time too.
Your dress was similar to the one you had before, especially because Cinna designed this one too, but this time, it was much smaller than the ballgown you had before. It was still poofy, yes, but this time it was lined with pearls taken from your first dress in strands of gold. Your hair was pulled into your preferred style, a flower crown of white camellias, pearls stranded in your hair as well.
You probably loved this more than your first outfit, a white bouquet in your hands as well. You were going to cry even more this time, you were sure of it. When someone knocks, you turn with a quick confirmation for them to come in, Katniss peeking her head inside. “Someone wants to see you…”
You giggled as your son ran in, gasping loudly. “Momma, you look so pweety!”
You laughed at his childish dialect, smoothing down the front of your dress. “Yeah? You think papa will like it?”
He nods his head vigorously. “Yeah! And if he doesn’t, he’s crazy!”
You giggled, offering your empty hand. “Wanna walk mommy down the aisle?”
He continues to nod, running over. “Momma, I’m glad you’re getting remarried. That bracelet is dirty.”
You laughed, nodding with him. “Is it baby? Well good thing papa’s getting me another one, right?”
“Yeah!”
You named your son Atlas, and for heaven's sake, he came out exactly like Finnick. Golden hair and bright sea blue eyes, a perfect smile and the freckles you loved since you were a child.
He takes your hand, leading you out the room as Katniss follows behind. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”
You smiled back at her, giggling. “Thank you, Katniss.”
You walked out the back door, stepping down the steps of the large wrap around porch Finnick had built himself. The second you stepped into the meadow of different kinds of wildflowers, all of the memories came flooding back.
“Finnick, we’re not supposed to be here!”
You whisper yelled at him as he dragged you to the edge of District 4, laughing.
“So? Come on, we’re almost there!” He pulls you harder, groaning. “Y/N, don’t be a scaredy-cat!”
You groaned. “My mother will kill me.”
He snorts. “Fuck your mother.”
You gasped, slapping his bicep before he sharply tugs you forward, a gasp falling from your lips before you screamed out as you both began rolling down the hill. His hand keeps your face in his neck as he laughs, your arms wrapping around him as his other hand holds your side.
You finally get to the bottom, Finnick laughing like the funniest thing in the world just happened as you sit on his chest, looking down at your grass stained dress. The Reaping would happen in a few days, and your mother had just bought you this dress. She would kill you if you came home like this.
“Finnick, my dress is all dirty!” You whine as he sits up.
“You’re so over dramatic, darling. We can clean it when we get back, look at all the flowers,” he says, smiling as he picks one and puts it behind your ear. “I know they’re your favorite.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as you picked one and tucked it behind his ear. “My favorite wildflower, Finnick. Not my favorite in general.”
He laughed, clearing his throat. “My apologies, your majesty, your favorite wildflower. Is there any way you could possibly forgive me?”
You giggle, humming. “I mean… I guess so,” you say, making him grin before you boop his nose. “But it’s gonna cost you.”
He starts to blush, but hums. “Oh yeah? What?”
You purse your lips, letting out a soft ‘hmph’ as you fix yourself on Finnick’s lap. “Well, if I’m your highness, that means I’m queen, right?”
He purses his lips in response, nodding. “Yes, it does.”
“Well then, you can be my knight. To protect me and stay with me for the rest of my life. Sounds good?”
He smiled widely, nodding. “Sounds good. I’ll be your knight, Y/N?”
You put up your hand, offering your pinky. “Promise?”
He smiled, nodding as he wrapped his pinky around yours before pushing his hand up. “Lock it.”
You do, watching as he kissed your overlapping thumbs before doing the same. “You can’t break it now, Finnick!”
He nods before smirking. “Y’know, we just shared saliva.”
Your brow ruffled. “No we didn’t.”
“You kissed after me,” he teased, chuckling. “That means you got some of my saliva in your mouth.”
You blushed madly, quickly wiping your lips. “Finnick! Don’t say that!”
He laughed as he pressed his face into your neck. “Oh come on! Knights and queens belong together.”
You purse your lips. “No, kings and queens belong together.”
“Knights and queens make better pairs,” he says immediately before humming. “Y/N, I want to do something.”
Your brow ruffled. “Okay?”
He shook his head. “With you. If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop and I will, I promise, but I’ve been wanting to do it with you for a while.”
You nodded. “Okay, I will. What is it, Finnick?”
He blushed madly, cheeks turning a bright red as he looked away. “C-Can you close your eyes?”
You do, closing them tightly before something soft lands on your lips. You don’t realize it at first, but Finnick was kissing you. Your lifelong crush was kissing you.
You don’t open your eyes until he pulls away, slowly finding his eyes as he swallows. “W-Was that okay?”
You look at him confused. “Did you just kiss me, Finnick?”
He looked away, mumbling under his breath. “Yeah, yeah I did,” he was blushing madly. “I just… I‘ve been wanting to do it for a while and-”
You pressed your lips to his before he could even finish, holding his cheeks before pulling away. It was soft and quick, but that’s all you really needed. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you rub them softly, clearing your throat. “I uhm… you don’t have to ask next time.”
He starts to smile. “So I can kiss you whenever I want?”
You shove him. “Of course not, dummy! We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend!”
His smile falls. “Why not?”
Your brow furrowed. “You… you want to be?”
“Yeah, I do,” he says quickly, fixing the flower over your ear. “I want to love you until the end of time.”
“Forever?” You ask and he nods.
“And when we meet again in our next life.”
You inhaled shakily as you stood at the end of the white carpet rolled out between the chairs of people, only the most significant you truly wanted to come. Finnick stood on the dock, hands ringing together nervously before he saw you. His jaw drops as he stares, Cinna grinning as he stands between him and where you were going to stand.
Mags had sadly died a few months before Atlas was born, peacefully with you and Finnick by her side. Of course you were heartbroken, but you also knew you would meet again in your next life.
The drums started to play as Atlas tugged on your hand making you look down at him.
“Mama, are you okay? Daddy’s crying.”
You look at Finnick who, sure enough, had tears rolling down his cheeks before he wiped at them.
“Yes baby,” you whisper, your own eyes filling with tears. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m amazing, I’m so, so happy.”
“Well, come on!”
You laughed as he tugged you down the aisle, waving at everyone as Haymitch and Effie grin at you. You smiled widely at them, wiping at your cheeks as you finally got to the dock where the drums stopped.
Atlas ran around you both, running to Cinna who sighed loudly.
“And at last, the day has finally come,” he says, announcing it to everyone here. “Where the King and Queen of Panem are getting married again.”
You can feel the rope being wrapped around you both, your hand holding one end as you stare up at Finnick who leaned his forehead against yours. Cinna continues to speak as Finnick takes the other end, Katniss and Peeta stepping forward to do the same thing they did the first time, but this time, they cut off the previous rope from your wrists before melting the second one around again.
“I have a gift for you both,” Cinna says as the rope stays wrapped around you both, slowly taking a box from his pocket before opening it. “To add onto your rings.”
You gasped as he took out two more rings, one a thinner band with a pearl on it made for Finnick while the other was a vine-shaped gold with a pearl on it as well. He slips them both onto your fingers as you look up at Finnick, eyes watering as he sighed. “I fucking love you, Y/N Odair. I love you so much.”
You giggled, stroking his cheek. “I love you, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and in our next life.”
He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Until the end of time and in our next life, darling.”
“Give her a real kiss, Finnick!” Effie shouts, Atlas groaning in disgust as Finnick pulls his hand from the rope, both of his strong palms resting on your jaw as he pulls you closer, kissing you passionately.
You could taste the slight saltiness from the tears, but you groaned against his lips as you pulled him closer, lower. Everyone cheers as Atlas groans once again.
“Stop being nasty!”
You giggle as you pull away, smiling up at him again. “I love you too, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and when we meet in our next life.”
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This is the last chapter, omg. With a heavy heart, this is (kinda) the end! I will start taking requests for Finnick in this universe, the link to request is in at the top! Don't be shy my loves!
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.9K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || smut || mentions of past prostitution || trauma with being clean || not feeling 'clean' || Finnick not feeling enough & promising he'll do better || mentions of the age difference || playful banter || unprotected sex || creampie
The rest of the games flew by. You don’t even remember being lifted by a crane into the sky, but you do remember being hooked up to countless machines as someone holds your hand. When you opened your eyes, you stared up at the gray skies that were too metallic for your taste.
You look around, eyes hazy until you see the sleeping form of Finnick next to you. He laid head down on the metal bed, hand in yours as he softly snores away. Finnick always had a way of sleeping away his worries, which often led to a messed up sleep schedule until you forced him to go to bed at a certain time and made him wake up.
“Finnick?” You mumble, slowly attempting to sit up before your head begins to pound.
The attempt to sit up pulled your hand out from his, Finnick quickly sitting up as his only sense of comfort was pulled away from him. “Darling don’t, don’t try to sit up, you’re on medicine and fluids and shit-”
“Where are we?” You asked, looking around as you ignored his warning and sat up. “Finnick, where are we?”
He shook his head, stroking your hair. “Don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, darling, we’re safe. I’m going to keep you safe.”
You shook your head, pushing him away. “Finnick, you always promised me no secrets, don’t start now.”
He inhaled deeply as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. We’re going to District 13.”
Your brow ruffled, maybe you were dead. “District 13? District 13 is gone-”
“You’ll see.” He says quickly, kissing your head again. “You’ll see. I promise.”
You inhaled as you grabbed his wrists, leaning into him before looking up at him. “Finnick, are we done? Is it over?”
He inhaled, nodding. “Yes. Yes darling, it’s done. It’s over, I promise.”
It didn’t take long for you both to get to District 13, hands rubbing against your sides as he laid in bed with you. Your limbs were tangled into each other, his hands gently rubbing against your sides as you pressed your lips to his cheeks. There was no sex, not tonight. It was just touching, holding, worshiping each other's bodies as his lips pressed to yours. “You feeling okay?”
You nodded. You were a little nauseous coming out of the games, but not anything you were too worried about. You had found out that Peeta and Johanna were taken by the Capitol, and as much as you felt concerned and bad for them, you didn’t care as much as you wanted to. You were too focused on being here with Finnick that you truly didn’t care. “I think I’m going to take a shower soon.”
He hums. “You took like three when we got here, darling. If you take another one, you could get sick.”
You leaned into him, arms wrapping around his body as he dragged his fingers along your back, drawing all kinds of shapes. He pulls you closer, the cool sheets underneath you making you shiver as you lean into Finnick’s body heat. You were thankful for the fact that District 13 was always more on the cold side, and with Finnick’s body always radiating heat, it made everything better.
“I just… I don’t feel clean, Finnick.”
You had said those words before, many times before. It was something he wanted to forget, when he would take showers with you almost five times a night after you both were sold off. He wanted to get to the point in life with you where you felt clean, where you felt trusted and comfortable in your skin. He wanted to make you feel clean and safe and everything good.
He nods into your head. “Alright, darling. You want to go take one now or later?”
You shook your head, your leg sliding between his as you curled as close as you could up against his body. “Later. Later, I want to stay with you.”
His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He sighs as you pull back, your hands going to his hair to softly drag your nails against his scalp. “One day darling,” he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I’m going to make you feel clean. I’m going to make you feel safe and loved. Comfortable. I’m going to give you everything.”
You gasped softly, eyes watering as he smiled down at you.
“You’ve done everything for me, darling,” he continued, pulling back a strand of your hair as he kissed you again. “Let me do the same for you. For the rest of time. I’ve taken care of you since you were born, and I failed way too many times. I’m not going to do that again.”
You begin shaking your head, but Finnick hushes you. “Finnick, don’t say that, you-”
“I’m not done,” he mumbles, kissing you again as he pulls you closer. “I’m not done. I couldn’t save you in the games, and what you were pulled into afterwards. I’m never, ever going to let you go through something like that again. I’m going to build you a house right on a river bank with a giant backyard full of wildflowers on the edge of District 4 where we used to go when we were little, you remember that?”
You nodded immediately, wiping at your eyes with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah I remember it. How could I forget it, hm?”
He laughed as he pressed a kiss to your head. “First kiss I had there. With you.”
You hummed, rolling your eyes. “Your first kiss wasn't mine,” you joked with him, a dramatic gasp falling from his lips.
“What?! How dare you!” He says playfully, laughing along with you. “There is no way you could’ve had your first kiss with it not being me. I kept all those little fuckers away from you.”
You laugh with him, stroking his cheek. “Yeah, because you were a perv.”
He shook his head. “I was not a perv, we have a two year age difference!”
You shake your head, pulling him down for another kiss. “Still a perv,” you mumble playfully, kissing him again. “Just my perv.”
Finnick shook his head. “Stop calling me a perv, people are going to start thinking I really am a perv.”
Laughing, you softly graze your teeth against his lips. “You are a perv, but so am I. For you, I’m a perv.”
He grins cheekily, pulling you closer before throwing a leg over your waist to kneel over you. “Oh yeah? You’re a perv for me, huh?”
Giggling, you nod as you pull him down for a kiss as he grabs your waist and pulls you lower to have your waist lined up with his. He groaned as you arched your back to grind your waist into his. Your tongue pushed into his mouth before he pulled away, leaning back to pull your legs around his waist. You giggled as he leaned forward just a bit, his hand grabbing the shaft of his cock to push his head slowly into you, your pussy already wet with arousal.
He laughs as you whine, head tilting back as he slides his head up between your slit, pressing it to your clit. You gasped, groaning as precum leaks out of his pretty head as he basically slathers it all over your pussy. Finnick always loved to paint you with cum, sex wouldn’t be complete without it.
Your eyes rolled back as his tip pushed back down, teasing your entrance that had basically already grown accustomed. “You want to be stretched out first darling or do you want me to go straight in?”
“Straight in, Finnick, you know you don’t need to stretch me out anymore.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down as he supports himself with his hands.
You both had gotten used to having sex with no protection and with no preparation, mainly because Finnick could make it feel like bliss with his self control.
Just like that, he groaned loudly as he started to push into you, hissing as your nails dig into his back. The wires of pleasure and pain have been crossed since you and Finnick started having sex, and you could feel your stomach twisting as that familiar knot of pleasure starts to form. You groaned out as one of his hands softly trails down your body, grazing and stroking at your tummy before his strong fingers rub firmly against your clit.
You let out a loud hum as his finger circles around the puffy bud and pushes down, the feeling making your eyes roll back. “Feel good, darling?”
“Yes! Yes, so good!” You say immediately, groaning as his finger flicked against the sensitive bundle of muscle as you gasped. “F-Fuck, Finnick!”
He laughs, smiling as he snapped his hips forward to make you groan with pleasure watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open, watching with pleasure as you show off how good he was making you feel. He bites his lip, groaning loudly as his hips snack back, watching as your mouth lets out a loud whine at the emptiness feeling that settled inside of your stomach.
“Finnick, please, please don’t torture me,” you whined, trying to rut your hips into his before he sad back, forcing your hips with his hands back onto the bed. “Finnick!”
“No, I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his thumbs pushing into your pelvis to force you down before pushing his hips back forward. “I’m going to watch you fall apart.”
Your eyes rolled back. You have heard these words before, but none of them made you feel as good as Finnick did, none of the words spoken by other people made you feel as good as he did or as safe as he did. You gasped loudly as he pulled out, before snapping his hips forward, using the same force and speed that you loved.
You could feel yourself letting go, letting your body gladly be used by Finnick, this time being so fucking full and pleasured by everything he did. Your eyes rolled back as your nails dragged down Finnick’s back, almost pornographic moans falling from your lips every time he fucked into you.
His hands moved from your hips that already got used to being still to your upper torso, one of them to your tits and the other around your throat. It wasn’t tight, it never was, but it had become a sort of feeling that made you feel safe. It wasn’t even sexual at this point, it was comfort. His hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your chin up a bit as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You gasped, groaning as his other hand intertwined with your own hand.
His thrusts get rougher, hips stuttering as he groans against your lips, your other hand pulling him closer. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”
He smiles. “I love you, Y/N Odair. For the rest of time.”
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.2K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - a little more angsty than usual || you almost die again (you don't though!) || Finnick wants to kill Peeta a little || jabberjays are assholes || game master point of views || Finnick really does love you omg ||
You laid between Finnick’s legs on the beach, eyes closed as he slowly took your hair, braiding small sections. You used to practice on him when you were younger, it was your stress relief, but you slowly switched places when he cut his hair and you taught him how to braid for ropes.
You stared at the tsunami-like wave that traveled through one part of the arena, hand softly rubbing at his calf. You sat up when you heard yelling, three forms running out of the forest a couple yards away, Katniss standing up as Finnick grabbed his trident before you heard that voice that always went shrill when you heard them scream.
“Johanna?” You mumble, smiling when you see her signature ax. “Johanna!”
“Y/N!” She yells out, running towards you even though you refused to touch her. “We were deep in the jungle where I thought we’d be safe,” she says, scoffing. “Then the rain started. I thought it was water, it turned out to be blood.”
You look over at Beetee who scooped water over himself to wash it off. She continues telling Finnick whatever she was saying as Wiress says ‘tick tock’ over and over again. You pause, looking around at the arena. Twelve sections and a tree that gets hit by lightning twice a day. You look at her, gasping. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”
Even then, though, after Gloss and Cashmere got to the cornucopia, all hell broke loose. Gloss and Cashmere distracted Katniss and Johanna while you fought to keep the cornucopia yours. When the cornucopia started spinning, though, it was horrible.
You were on the edge, struggling to keep hold of the rocks as Finnick attempted to reach down for you. “Y/N! Y/N, grab my hand, please!”
What was the point? If you fell, you would take him along with you, even accidentally. “I can’t. Finnick, I can’t!”
He shook his head. “Yes! Yes you can, Y/N, grab my hand!”
You slowly let go of the rocks, screaming out as the island starts to go the other way and you’re thrown into the water. Finnick gasps, throwing his trident to the side. “Y/N! Y/N!” He’s about to jump in before Peeta pulls him back.
“Finnick, don’t!”
“Move! Peeta move, got dammit, move!” He yells, trying to shove him off.
“If you go in there, you’ll die!” Peeta attempted to reason, but Finnick didn’t care, not when you were in there. “Finnick!”
Finnick grabbed his wrists, grabbing his trident to press against Peeta’s throat. “Get your fucking hands off of me.”
Peeta squeezed his eyes shut, sighing as he stepped back before Finnick dived into the water. He was the strongest swimmer out of any of them, if anyone could get to you, it’d be him. He searched frantically, finally locating your body drifting away from the cornucopia before swimming over. He dragged you behind him, swimming back toward the island where the currents began to still. Climbing up, he forced your body onto the rocks.
“Peeta! Katniss! Johanna!” He yelled out their names, trying to get help as he got you onto the platform. He panted, quickly pushing your wet hair out of your face before pressing his ear to your chest. “No. No, Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Get up!”
He starts chest compressions, grunting as he forces all his weight onto you, one two, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, breathing into your mouth as he groans. “No! No, You’re not fucking- no! You said you wouldn’t leave me, Y/N, get up!”
He continues compressions, groaning as you stay still, eyes closed and lips turning a slight blue. He hears footsteps, his hand quickly goes to his trident before Peeta comes running. “Finnick, I-”
“Shut up!” Finnick says, glaring at the other male. “You better shut the fuck up, Mellark. If she’s fucking dead, you better believe it’s you next and the rest of the bastards in this game!”
His hands continue compression, pausing to push air into your mouth as he holds your cheek, tears brimming his eyes. You can’t leave him, you promised. He promised, he promised he’d keep you safe and he failed. “Y/N, please,” he whispers, inhaling shakily as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Don’t leave me. Come on please.”
He was begging as he continued compressions, cursing loudly as he stared at your stilled body. “Wake up! Wake up, Y/N, please wake up! I swear to fucking god, wake up!”
When the cannon went off, he froze. His mouth drops, the tears he held back finally falling down his cheeks as he stared at you. “No.”
Peeta inhaled shakily. “Finnick-”
Finnick’s hands pressed into your chest as he stood, grabbing his trident as he glared at Peeta. “I’m going to kill you!”
It was when you started coughing did Finnick quickly turn around, watching as you gagged on water before turning to your side. He fell to his knees, quickly slapping his hand against your back as you gagged loudly, retching. “Oh darling, you’re okay. You’re okay, let it all out.”
He holds back your hair as you retch a few more times, hand rubbing up and down your back as you hold his thigh. You panted as he finally pulled you up, quickly examining your face as you stared at his blood shot eyes. “Finnick? What’s wrong?”
He laughs, stroking your cheek as he shakes his head. “Nothing, darling. Nothing, nothing my love,” he stroked your hair back as he kissed you, a loud shriek making him laugh as he pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Finnick, I almost threw up!”
“And? You didn’t,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours. “I thought I lost you, darling.”
You inhaled shakily, shaking your head in response. “You’ll never lose me, Finnick.”
He pulled you in for another kiss, groaning as he pulled you into his lap. You gasped as his hand pulled your mouth, farther into his own as his tongue pushed into your mouth, his other hand rubbing down your back as you tugged his head back by his golden hair.
“G-Guys?” Peeta squeaked, but you didn’t care, neither of you cared enough.
Your hips rut into his as another cannon goes off, a loud moan falling from his lips before you pull away. Your lips were swollen as you kissed his ear, his hand pulling you closer to him.
He holds you close, stroking your head as he sobbed into your shoulder, your mouth pressing kisses into his hair as you look up at Peeta, mouthing ‘thank you’ to him. He inhaled, nodding as he stood and jogged away.
Your hands stroke his hair, kisses being pressed to every curl and whisp of his golden locks as he pulls you as close as he possibly could. “I thought I lost you,” he whispers, sniffling. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach before you made him look up at you, smiling down at him.
“Finnick, I’m not going anywhere.”
He inhaled, leaning into your touch as you wiped his eyes. “I love you, Y/N Odair.”
You lean down, kissing his lips again. “I love you, Finnick Odair. From now until the end of time.”
He smiles, head resting on your chest. “And when we meet in our next lifetime.”
Finnick refused to leave you until you made him go into the forest with Katniss. You would be fine with Johanna and Peeta.
When they got in there, though, he heard you. He heard you screaming, from the opposite side of where he had just come from. It didn’t click at first, but you screamed, you screamed his name so loud and wailed, “Finnick! Finnick, help me! Finnick!”
Katniss shakes her head. “Finnick, no. Finnick, stop!”
“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, where are you?!” He had just lost you, even for a mere few minutes, he was not going to lose you again. You screamed even louder, wailing.
“Finnick. Finnick! Finnick, help!”
“Y/N. Y/N!”
She goes around him, quickly getting his attention. “Finnick! Finnick, it’s not her! It’s not Y/N, it’s just a jabberjay.”
“How do you think they got that sound?” Finnick asked, eyes burning. “Jabberjays copy.”
A male voice makes Katniss breathe a name, but all Finnick was focused on was you. The birds flew down on them, your voice screaming his name over and over again. Finnick! Finnick help me, why won’t you help me?!
You, on the other hand, heard him. You heard him screaming your name, and you ran into the forest until you heard a new voice, one you could never forget. “Y/N, help me! Help me, they’re hurting me! Help, help me!”
No. No it wasn’t possible, he was dead. He was dead, right?
“Help me! Y/N, please, it hurts! It hurts!”
But maybe it was possible. This was the games after all. “Code? Code! Code, where are you?! Code, baby, where are you?!”
“Code… Code, where have I heard that name before?” Claudius whispers, looking through his papers like he might find something.
“Ah! Code was the alliance that our Princess of Panem had with a young boy from District 3,” Caesar explains as you run through the woods, screaming out for him. “He was murdered by the Career Tributes when she had gone fishing, and screamed out for her help. Afterwards, Y/N killed the eight Career Tributes when the dam exploded and drowned them after capturing them in a skillfully tied net.”
Claudius laughs. “Oh, what a smart girl our princess is!”
“While on her Victory Tour, she praised Code to his family and apologized that she couldn’t save him,” Caesar sniffled dramatically. “Our poor princess did try, for days in fact. She tried to heal him with different herbs and such that she found, but nothing worked,” he stared into the camera. “To Code’s family, I hope you see how much your son impacted our Princess,” he raised his hand to his heart. “And in turn, us.”
The screaming only got louder as you neared Finnick and Katniss, Peeta and Johanna behind you. You saw the birds, jabberjays. All hope that Code was alive dropped in an instant, but as you ran forward, you were blocked by the glass. Finnick and Katniss banged on the force field, their screams mute as you pressed your hands to Finnick’s through the clear area. “Finnick! Finnick, I’m here! I’m here, it’s okay!”
You watched him crumble to the ground, his eyes staring into yours as you banged on the glass. “Stop! Stop this, please!” You screamed out, sobbing as he covers his ears, screaming at all the cameras that focused in on both of you. “Stop this! Stop! What do you want from us, stop!” You wailed, hands slamming into the force field as you pressed your head against Finnick’s. You couldn’t hear him, but you saw his face, you saw how much he was in pain, pain you couldn’t do anything about. “Finnick. Finnick, please! Please, please look at me!”
His eyes squeezed shut as he screamed, trying to block out all the noise, the wailing and sounds of your screams and sobs begging for him to help you even though you were right in front of him. As much as it hurt him physically, it hurt him more mentally, your screaming and the thought of him being unable to help you making him shut down.
You sobbed against the force field until the hour was up, quickly crawling to Finnick’s body as he slowly rocked back and forth. “Finnick. Finnick? Finnick, darling, Finnick.”
He gasps as he looked up at you, red eyes with dark rings underneath making your stomach twist. “Hey, darling,” he fakes a grin as you try to reach for him, his hand quickly blocking you. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
“Finnick, no, please don’t,” you whisper, eyes filling with tears. He had never rejected touch from you, even when you both fought, and this was a new kind of pain. “Don’t push me away. Please, please don’t push me away.”
“Y/N, I can’t, I can’t,” he whispers, clutching the sides of his head as he groans. “I can’t lose you, I can’t.”
You shook your head. “You won’t. You won’t, Finnick, I’m right here.”
Your hands finally cup his face as Johanna starts to scream at the sky just like you did. “You know, you can’t put everybody in here!” She screams, her ax bouncing along with her body movements as Katniss stares up at her. “What? They can’t hurt me,” she says, clutching her ax. “There’s no one left that I love.”
You exhaled shakily as you pulled Finnick into your neck, stroking his hair. If you could, you would be screaming just like Johanna. The only problem was that you did have people you loved, and even if it was few, they were still people you loved and cared for. Never would you put them in harm's way to scream out words that would do nothing.
Finnick exhaled against your skin, pulling you close as you stroked his hair, kissing at his head. “Don’t go, Y/N. Please.”
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last two parts (chapter VII and the epilogue cuz i miscounted-) will be uploaded this Sunday! (and linked in masterlist and the link for next part) (05.28.23)
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || CPR & mouth to mouth || fighting, blood & death || flashbacks || swimming & water || choking (not sexually) ||
When you rose out of the tube, you were shocked to be on a platform in the water. You and Finnick obviously had the advantage in this because you were from District 4, but you couldn’t find him at all.
Your eyes searched frantically, heart rate spiking before a loud whistle gains your attention, your head snapping in the direction of the noise. You felt yourself calm down immediately, sighing in relief before the loud blaring of numbers made you look up.
Looking around, you prepare yourself to jump into the water as soon as the clock hits the one. You scoffed when they say ‘may the odds be ever in your favor’, and as soon as the clock blared, you jumped into the water.
It wasn’t hard to get to the pathway of rocks, but when someone jumped on your back and brought you down to the ground. You grunted on impact, quickly turning around and fighting their group. It was the male tribute from District 5, and he was way too heavy for you to push off. Your hands fly toward his face, attempting to scratch and poke at his eyes before his own wrapped around your throat.
You gasped, attempting to get as much oxygen into your lungs as your fingers pushed into his eyes. He screamed out, looking away but putting more force into his grip around your neck. Your eyes rolled back, the lack of oxygen making your throat burn.
You remembered though that this time you weren’t alone. You had Finnick, and with a loud yell of his name, his attention was quickly on you. His eyes quickly searched to find you, because as much as Peeta was important to Katniss and she was important to the rebellion, you were more important to him and he’d save you over Peeta any day.
Finally, he found you. “Y/N!”
When an arrow whizzed into his chest though and the pressure from your throat was released, you gasped as you pushed him off, the first cannon echoing through the arena. He fell into the water as you quickly stood, panting as you stared at Katniss holding the bow and arrow. With a firm nod, she nods back as you quickly run to Finnick, jumping into the water with him. Even then, though, when you heard the cannon you paused before Peeta came back up. You sighed in relief before turning to Finnick who quickly swam over to you, pulling you in for a firm kiss.
You groan as his hand goes around your neck, pulling away so he can angle your face upward. “Are you alright, darling?”
You nodded. “I’m fine, Finnick. Thank you.”
He sighs heavily, nodding before turning back to Katniss. “We need to get away from here!”
His words lead all of you to run through the forest, Finnick’s hand intertwined with yours before you all stopped, panting. Slowly, he gives you small knives that you used for pain points in the body that you had memorized when you wanted to be a healer. Then you realized there was no point when there was technology to do that. He holds you close, heavy breathing turning soft as you listen to the cannons. Finnick laughs as you smile at him, looking at Katniss. “Guess we’re not holding hands anymore.”
She scoffs. “You think that’s funny?”
You scoff back, pointing at the sky. “Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. I don’t care about any of them,” you gesture away from you and Finnick. “Every time I hear that noise, it’s one less person for me to kill.”
She laughs bitterly. “You were doing such a good job of that earlier.”
You stood, shoving her as Finnick pushed Peeta away, trying to get to Katniss as you held a small blade to her throat. “If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hold it over my fucking head later, because I swear to the heavens I’ll fucking kill you. I don’t owe you for saving my life, you did that on your own accord. I would’ve handled it or Finnick, but he was too busy trying to save your fucking boyfriend.”
“Hey! We’re supposed to be allies!” Peeta says, shoving Finnick’s hands off of him as you glared at Katniss.
“Remind your fucking girlfriend of that. Trust is a two way street, and she’s not showing much of a road,” you snap, shoving her back against the tree as you step away. “Don’t fucking hold shit over my head, Everdeen. You might think you’re big and bad for winning your last games, but don’t fucking forget that I won too.”
You slipped your knives into your suit, quickly grabbing Finnick’s hand. “And I killed so much more than you both combined.”
You turned around, walking with Finnick before Peeta walked in front of you both. “Hey. Hey!” He says, making you both pause. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about her, ignore her,” you hear Katniss scoff as you smile at Peeta. “I’m here to get you to trust us, okay? We’re allies.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Peeta,” you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “I trust you.”
He blushed. “Th-Thank you. Let’s keep moving.” Taking the machete he got from Katniss, he walks forward, swinging it around before you see a glint.
The force field. This was the end of the arena.
“Peeta, no!”
You were too late as the blade connected with the border, flinging him backwards as you rushed forward. “Peeta? Peeta!”
“Peeta. Peeta!” Katniss yelled as she ran to his side, stroking his face. “He’s not breathing. He’s not breathing!”
You push her out of the way, Finnick quickly coming behind her. “No! Don’t touch him!” She gets her arrow ready before your lips connect to his, puffing air into his mouth before sitting back on your knees and starting compressions.
“Hey! Pretty boy, wake up!” You grunted, Finnick slapping the bow out of Katniss’ grip and guarding your body with his own.
Katniss crawled over, sobbing softly as her shaky hands trail over his cheek and shoulder. “Peeta. Peeta, please wake up, please.”
You lean down, cursing when you don’t hear his heart before leaning down to breathe into his mouth again. Cursing, you start more compressions as Finnick starts to tug on your arms. “Y/N. Darling, come on-”
“He’s not going to die!” You say quickly, looking at him. “I’m not going to let him die.”
Finnick nods slightly, watching as you lean down to breathe more air into his mouth and pushing a few more times on his chest. You inhale sharply as he gasps for air, sighing in relief as you sit back, exhausted from just that. Leaning into Finnick, he kissed your head firmly, his hand going to your throat and rubbing soothingly. “Good girl, good job darling.”
You both walk away as Katniss and Peeta have their moment, sighing heavily as she walks over. “It’s a dome. We’re at the edge of the arena. No sign of fresh water.”
“Well, it’s gonna get dark soon,” Finnick says and you lean against a tree, rubbing at your throat. The adrenaline from earlier was finally coming down, and your throat felt as though it was swollen closed. “We should set up camp here. We’ll be fine with our bags protected, and each one of us can take watch. I’ll take first watch.”
Katniss laughs mockingly. “Not a chance.”
Finnick scoffs, rubbing his chin. “You see what Y/N did back there? She saved his life. If we wanted either of you dead now, we would’ve done it by now. And trust me, it wouldn’t be that hard.”
“Fin.” You say, your voice coming out hoarse. He turned quickly, all but running over to you as he set the trident down next to you. “You remember that leaf I told you about that can heal surface wounds?”
He nodded. “Yeah, yes. Yes I do.”
“Can you go see if you can find it?”
He nodded, immediately standing. “Of course, darling.”
You closed your eyes, hand slipping into your suit to grab one of the knives as you heard footsteps walking over to you, opening your eyes to see Peeta. “Thank you,” he whispers and you smile slightly at him.
“Don’t mention it. It isn’t listed in my skills that I’m very talented in the healing sector.”
He laughs slightly as he leans on the tree next to you. “I owe you.”
You look over at Finnick who was looking for the purple tinted leaf you showed him just before he went off to his games. “Just keep him safe Peeta,” you look over, smiling slightly. “And I will do the same for her.”
Your games were on the… interesting side. It was inspired by the second Quarter Quell, so when you were put into a garden of poisonous plants, you knew just what to avoid thanks to your skills in healing. This time, they were more lethal though, and as soon as you got to the cornucopia, you grabbed a roll of small knives wrapped in a protective leather case and your significant bag.
The knives were especially made for you, but when you saw the fishing rope hidden in the corner, you grabbed it and threw it over your shoulder. Before being able to grab food, you were yanked back by one of District 2’s career tributes, and as soon as that happened, you threw your weight back to bring you both down to the ground, him right on the edge of the cornucopia and breaking your fall.
You heard the first cannon, gasping as you stood and saw a large pool of blood coming from his skull. It shocked you more than it should’ve, but whenever you heard someone yell out your district, you turned to see the male tribute from District 1 raising a trident at you, one exactly like Finnick’s. “You. I’m going to kill you!”
After that, you ran. You could hear him laughing with other Career Tributes, and it distracted you from looking down and losing your footing. Of course, you had to be the one dumbass that falls off the side of a cliff and rolls down the whole way. You gasped, covering your face to block out dirt and gravel from getting into your eyes and mouth.
When you finally got down, you panted loudly as you looked around, frantically searching for somewhere to hide from the group of Career Tributes. You finally settled on a fallen tree, quickly crawling into the husk as they yelled out for you. “Where is she? Where is she?!”
A girl scoffs. “How the fuck would I know, huh? She’s Finnick’s little fucking girlfriend, you know she has something planned.”
“Why the fuck do you think I want to kill her first?” The District 1 male had a voice you couldn’t forget. “You think I’m an idiot? Just because she didn’t show any skills doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any. Go, we need to find her.”
You hold your breath as you hear them split up, recognizing ten pairs of steps. The alliance wouldn’t last for long, especially with how quick the poisonous garden would kill everyone off. Alliances were always temporary, no matter what, especially in the games.
You stayed in the husk until all you heard was the animals of the arena. Exhaling, you slowly crawled out before making a run for it. You listened for anything signalizing water, the sound of a stream, a trickle of water, anything. It would be difficult to win against a District 4 tribute in water combat, especially when you picked up on it professionally after Finnick killed so many people with it.
When you heard it, it was like music to your ears, running in the direction to see a river leading down to a waterfall. You sigh heavily, finally sitting down to take the rope off your shoulder and throwing it next to you, unwrapping the small knives from their leather case. They were sharp, pointy, expensive - perfect for someone who could die soon so they could sell them off again later.
A loud crack makes you turn around, spinning on your knee to raise two knives from your hands in a protective state, quickly searching for anyone or anything that could’ve made the noise. Your eyes quickly find soft gray eyes, a gasp falling from his lips as he clutched the bag with a large number 3 on it, hands shaking.
You look around, slowly putting down your fists as you look at the bow slung over his shoulders. “You know how to use that bow?”
He looks at it, then nods. “Y-You know how to use those knives?”
You look down at them, nodding. “Yeah. I do.”
He slowly stepped out, closer to you as you slowly set down the knives. “I’m Y/N.”
He smiled as he slowly sat down, taking off the bow and quiver before setting it down. “I’m Code!” He starts unpacking his bag, taking out something wrapped in paper. “I got this loaf of bread…” he says, slowly instigating it. “You’re from District 4?”
You look down, nodding as you start to open your bag, realizing there was no food in yours. He must’ve grabbed it. “Yeah. You’re from 3?”
He nods. “Well, can you fish?” You snorted as he smiled at you, slowly offering it to you. “If you fish for us, I’ll hunt.”
You smiled back, leaning forward and ripping off a piece. “Deal.”
Finnick paused the conversation with Katniss as you started to squirm in your sleep, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he quickly stood and walked over to you. He pressed his hand to your head, your body covered in sweat. It wasn’t too uncommon, especially because you were hot natured, but you never squirmed like this before.
“Y/N? Y/N darling, wake up.”
He jumps back when you wake up with a loud scream, hands flying to his chest as you try to push him off. His hand goes to cover your mouth, the other stroking your hair. “Y/N, quiet!” He whispers loudly, your eyes frantically looking around as he slowly pulls his hand away. “What’s wrong, darling? Bad dream?”
You nodded as silent tears slowly fell down your cheeks, shaky hands reaching up to grab his own. “It was Code, h-he was,” you gasped, Finnick leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your head. “Fin, he’s dead, he’s gone.”
He kissed at your temple, pulling you closer. “You tried, darling. You tried.”
You sobbed into his chest, pulling you closer as he kissed your head. You fixed yourself, sitting in his lap as he held you close, pressing kisses to your head before soft beeping made him look up. Two small capsules floated down, Katniss quickly catching the one that went to her and Finnick taking the one that he had gotten. He opened it, smiling when he saw a salve sent from Haymitch, opening it. “Darling? Can you look up for me?”
You sniffle, looking up as you rubbed at your eyes. He wipes at your face, getting rid of your tears before softly kissing your lips. You tilt your head back as his fingers dipped into the salve, putting a good amount onto your neck.
“Finnick! Finnick, we got water!” Peeta yelled, but your head settled on his shoulder.
“I’ll bring you back some, okay?”
You nodded as you got off, quickly leaning on the tree that he was, your throat already relieving of pain before Finnick ran over with a large last full of water. He pressed it to your lips, tilting your head back as you gulped it down.
“More? Do you need more, darling?”
“Do you mind, Finnick?” You whisper, and he nods quickly, running back to the spout as you sighed heavily. He came back a few more times, helping you drink before you leaned into his chest. “Thank you, Finnick.”
He nods, pressing a kiss to your head. “Always, darling.”
You both were falling asleep before you heard Katniss scream out, quickly getting to your feet. “Run! Run, the fog is poison!”
You grabbed Finnick’s hand, pulling him as you grabbed Peeta. “Go, go!” You pushed them, quickly running back to lift up Katniss, dragging her behind you. “You’re not fucking dying, Everdeen.”
Still, Finnick was running back to find you. “Y/N! Y/N-”
“Go! I’m right behind you!” You smiled at him as you supported Katniss. “Go!”
He nods before groaning, quickly running to you both and grabbing Katniss. He supported her on his back as he shoved you, running forward with you as you held his hand.
This was the start of the games, and by heavens names, it would be the worst of them. Even then though, you knew you were going to get Finnick out alive no matter what.
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing || getting married || wedding night || lots and lots of smut || slight mentions of previous forced prostitution || Finnick loves you so much ong || wedding rituals to add some extra spice || garters || lingerie || kinda interrupted smut || multiple rounds || creampie ||
(All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)
When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t have been happier. Today, the day you were going to marry the love of your life, was going to be your last day of peace.
And by hell's name were you going to enjoy it.
It was a large, elaborate dress like you wanted it to be, form fitting at the top and showing off cleavage down to your torso, your back and sides exposed as well through thin satin material. Pearls adorned every inch of the outer layer, hanging on thin gold string and designed to make it look almost like you had stepped out of the ocean.
Cinna threads pearls into your hair, humming in concentration as he puts that last one in the perfect place before looking in the mirror. “You like?”
“I love Cinna. As always.”
He smiled before walking to the dresser, leaving you to admire yourself on the podium. You always dreamed of a giant wedding, and this was it. As different as it was, especially because you could die in the next week, you didn’t care. You were marrying the love of your life and tonight would be a night that made other wedding nights pale in comparison.
As much as you were going to fuck Finnick, and him fuck you, you were also going to make love, memorize every inch of each other going into the games. You both had never gone a day without at least some relief since you had gotten addicted to each other, and of course you would fuck tonight as much as you could to make up for it.
You loved Finnick and he loved you, but you knew your biggest weakness was the other’s body, how bad you have come to lust after one another. Yes, it was an unhealthy coping mechanism, but why wouldn’t you fuck like the world was going to end when it probably would soon?
“Y/N,” Cinna gets your attention, opening a large box to watch a gasp fall from your lip. The collar was gold, covered in diamonds and chains with cascading pearls falling down, the large diamond in the middle the star of the show. “The one thing Finnick ever asked me for was this. I know he doesn’t like me very much,” he comes behind you, slowly clasping it around your neck before smiling at you through the mirror. “But he asked for this especially.”
“It’s beautiful, Cinna. Thank-”
“Don’t thank me, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Your future husband designed it years ago. It just took me a while to get it done, and I based your entire wedding off of it.”
You looked toward the large window of the bridal room, staring at the flood of black swarmed into the gardens behind the estate, your eyes quickly finding the only other person wearing white - your future husband. He was looking around, waiting, but almost on cue, his eyes quickly found yours. He quickly closed his eyes, but grins at you before looking away. Peeta stood close to him, and Katniss was across, but the person that surprised you the most was Mags. She stood wearing gray, right in the place for the person who would officiate the wedding was supposed to stand.
“Cinna.”
“Yes, Y/N?”
“Walk me down the aisle.” You turned, his jaw slack as you ran over to him, four inch heels clicking. “Please.”
“Y/N, I-I…” he paused as you took his hands, squeezing. “I’d be honored.”
You throw your arms around him, giggling as the drums start to play. You pull away, hands still in his as you giggled. “Lead the way, Cinna.”
And he does, taking you down the grand staircase and out the doors to the elevated staircase that led down to the gardens. All cameras were on you, the second one that was with every news station on Finnick’s slack jawed face. Mags stood on an elevated platform, mainly because she was so short compared to everyone else, her hand raising to start the drums again. They go once, then they go twice, and just like that, the beat starts.
You slowly step down the stairs, Cinna leading you as Finnick wipes at his eyes, tears threatening to fall with every best of the drum. He looked beautiful, ethereal, dressed in the finest of white silks. It wasn’t a suit because that wasn’t Finnick, but something breathable, a blazer with no shirt underneath and long white pants. He had chains with pearls like the ones in your hair on his hip, a bracelet designed the same way, and a choker like yours around his neck.
His was thick but simple, studded with diamonds and the cascading pearls to accentuate your elaborate one, another large diamond stuffing the center. When you finally get to the white carpet, all eyes turn to you, or the ones that weren’t already.
Mags raised her other hand, the drums getting louder, faster as you walked down the aisle, Cinna raising your hands to stay level at your torso. You look over at him, smiling as he wipes at his eyes. “You both look perfect.”
“Are you just saying that so I think you’re not crying out of sentiment?”
He laughs as he looks over. “I’m crying out of happiness, sweetheart,” he says as he finally gets you to the platform. Mags’ hands fly out, the drums stopping immediately as he raises his hand to help you step onto the platform without stepping on himself. “Thank you, for honoring me with the chance to do that for you.”
“No one else I’d rather have do it.”
He steps onto the platform, pressing a kiss to your head before turning to Finnick. “I know you won’t do anything to hurt her, and I know you’ll do everything to protect her. All I ask is that you do the same for yourself.”
Finnick doesn’t respond, just nods as he wipes at his eyes. He watched Cinna step down, quickly catching his bicep to pull him back. “Thank you, Cinna. For everything.”
He smiled. “Nothing else I would rather do.”
Cinna doesn’t leave, though, standing on your side next to Katniss as Mags smiles at the two of you. Her hands outstretched slowly, the drums soft as they played the same beat as earlier. Finnick takes your hands, sniffling as he pulls them to his lips. “You look so, so beautiful.”
You don’t have the chance to compliment him back before Mags waved a stick in front of your faces, raising a brow as she looked down between you both. Quickly, you let go of him and take a small step back for the ceremony to begin.
You hear the giggling of children as they run over with a white fishing rope adorned with golden thread, the thick rope having to be held by about four as they run over. You recognized them from District 4, and you smiled as they finally made their way over to you.
The oldest looking one made you inhale shakily, reminding you of the young boy from District 3 from your games that was murdered right in front of you. His name was Code, and he has the same dark hair and tanned skin as the boy in front of you.
The young boy hands you one end, smiling. “Can you put this over your shoulder?” He whispers, patting your fingers. “I can’t reach.”
You giggled, nodding. You take it, but lean down to press a kiss to his hair. It was curly like Code’s, and in all honesty, they could’ve been twins. The young boy looks at you confused, but smiles as you giggle and take the end of the rope.
They make a square around you both, wrapping you together in the expensive rope and pushing you forward until you are flushed against Finnick.
They made him leave his left hand out like you did, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as yours does the same. The boys kept the rope around your upper torso because it didn’t fit around your dress and they didn’t want to ruin it. When they finish, they hand the last end to Finnick who grinned down at them making them giggle.
“You boys go get a treat, alright?”
They nodded, running off as Cinna stepped forward.
The drums got louder as he stepped up the platform, opening a long box to reveal the rings. You gasped as Finnick’s hand rubs your upper back, holding the rope with his pinkie and ring finger before grabbing the wedding ring made for you. The large pearl was wrapped with gold, studded with small diamonds around it as he took your hand, slipping it onto your ring finger.
You laughed, tears brimming your eyes. “What did you boys do, drain a whole ocean for these pearls?”
Finnick kissed the back of your hand. “For you darling, I will.”
You inhale shakily as Cinna turns to you, letting go of his hand one last time before grabbing the golden band, just like your ring, a large pearl studded with diamonds around the band in a solid line. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”
Tears fell from his cheek as you kissed his hand, slipping it onto his finger. “I love you, Y/N L/N.”
The drums stop as Mags steps down, Cinna going back to his spot next to Katniss as she takes the rope from your hands, wrapping each around your left wrist. She takes a blade from around her neck, raising it for the drums to stop before cutting at each end of the rope, leaving it bound around your wrists.
Finnick smiled as the rope stayed wrapped around your bodies, the superstition of soulmates making sobs erupt in the crowd.
Your fingers intertwined together as Mags raised her hands, Katniss coming to you and Peeta going to Finnick. You smiled at her as they both took a small torch, raising it to each of your wrists before turning them on, melting the vinyl made rope together so that it stayed stuck on your wrists. They keep the flame on until the rope starts to curl, thinning itself out before the curling turns into a beautiful swirl of a bracelet around your wrist and Mags raises her hands again.
They both turn them off as you look over at Finnick’s rope bracelet, eyes watering when you see it formed a pattern almost exactly like yours. You inhaled shakily as he nudged your nose with his, stroking your cheek with the same wrist before Mags slowly pressed a kiss to each of your temples before stepping back.
She raised her hands one last time, the drums getting faster before they stopped, Finnick pulling you in for a firm kiss as soon as the silence settled in. The crowd cheers loudly as you pull him down lower, groaning against his lips as he pulls his hand out of the binds and pulls your lips almost into his mouth, groaning loudly as both of your hands thread into his hair.
You groaned loudly as his tongue slid into your mouth, almost whimpering as he pulled away before kissing your nose softly. With a giggle, you wipe his cheeks as he softly let his thumbs run under your eyes.
“I’m all yours tonight, my darling,” he whispers, smiling as you rub against the sides of his head. “And for the rest of our lives.”
“And I’m yours, Finnick,” you responded immediately, pulling him down for a kiss. “Now let’s get this party over with so we can have some real fun, sounds good?”
He laughs, nodding. “That sounds absolutely amazing, my darling.”
You both had finally managed to escape everyone extremely late, or early depending on how you looked at it as you had finally left after meeting Plutarch Heavensbee and got to your private room. The estate was something given to you by Snow when you both had finally finished being sold, a permanent home in the Capitol you would finally take advantage of before burning it down to the ground in your dreams.
You and Finnick both stood on the balcony, staring at the people partying until loud fireworks went off. Looking up, you saw Snow raising his glass toward you both. Finnick took your hand, leading you back inside before closing the glass doors and shutting the pearly white curtains.
With a sigh, you sat on the bed. You stared down at the rope around your wrist, the entire rope that the boys wrapped around your form being kept with Cinna for safe keeping. The rope melted with the gold, pearls being hidden by both gold and the fishing rope still sparkling. Your eyes went down to your ring before Finnick took your hand, kissing your skin softly.
“Darling? Are you alright?”
You stare at him as his hands move from yours, pushing up your dress before kissing at the garter around your thigh. “I want you, Finnick. All of you. I want everything.”
He smiled as his teeth dragged along your garter, a gasp falling from your lips as his tongue trailed over your skin, the white lace studded with pearls sticking to your thigh. “I’ll give you everything, darling.”
You look up as someone knocks, a sigh falling from your mouth as he slowly stands up, taking off his blazer. “Want to start taking that off?”
It was easy to slip it off, especially because Cinna made it that way knowing how you and Finnick were, and you stood in front of the mirror. You rubbed your lace covered body, the lingerie Cinna designed still on before turning to see your exposed ass. It exposed your pussy as well, if you were able to see it in the position you were in, but you laid against the bed, waiting.
Finnick always knew how impatient you were, so after speaking with Haymitch and getting the gold bracelets you both were first given, he walked back in slowly. He knew you didn’t hear him, not over your loud moans as you fingered yourself, desperate to find release in that one special spot only Finnick knew.
He leans on the wall, watching your lace covered thighs shake and spread wide as you push both hands into your wet cunt, twisting and thrusting in and out to find that one area of pleasure. He watched you moan, groan, and whine loudly as your hips rut into your fingers, riding them to cause as much pleasure as you could.
Finnick knew you wouldn’t be able to get off though, not whenever your cunt was addicted to his fingers, his cock - your body was used to him, addicted to his body, memorized by his own just like you had memorized him. No one else knew how to make the other cum like each other, not when your bodies have learned and memorized and became addicted like a drug.
He walked over, slowly and quietly, letting his pants fall to the ground as softly as he could before climbing onto the bed. Your eyes snapped open, but you whined when you saw Finnick. “Fin. Fin, please, I can’t- I can’t.”
He laughs. “Can’t what, darling? Tell me what you want.”
You pulled your fingers from your cunt, whining when you saw them covered in your lewd juices. “I want you to love me, Finnick. I want to feel you.”
He groaned loudly as he leaned down, sucking on your fingers as he pushed his own into your mouth. He sucked on yours with a groan, it had been so long since he had tasted your pretty pussy. He was drunk on you in no time as you gagged on his nimble fingers, and when he pulled one hand away from your mouth, he pushed the other straight back into your mouth.
You groaned as he pulled away from your fingers, kissing your ring finger before kissing against your pelvis, licking a firm line down your slit. He gathered all of your slick juices with his tongue, sucking and popping against your hot cunt as you thread your fingers into his hair. You whined, gasping as his fingers pulled out of your mouth, pushing into your already stretched pussy.
His fingers were longer than your own, immediately finding that spot you were desperately trying to find. You threw your head back, gasping as his other hand pushed into you, both of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, twisting and stretching your pretty cunt. You whined, squirming before his elbow pushed into your thigh, his lips pressing to your garter.
“Be good, darling,” he says, teeth tugging it down to your knee. “Or I’ll stop here and now.”
You nodded, whining. “Y-Yes, yes Fin, I’ll be good. I promise.”
He smiled, tongue flicking against your already puffy clit, teeth grazing against the sensitive bud. “Will you, darling? You’ll be a good little slut for me?”
You nodded immediately, back arching as his fingers pushed open your cunt. Your hips buck as his tongue push into you with a loud groan, a scream leaving your lip as he thrusts his fingers in, his slimy appendage fucking you with his fingers. You attempt to close your thighs, wailing as one of his hands pull out of you, slapping your clit with basically a growl. “Behave, Y/N, or I won’t be so nice later.”
You nod. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’ll be good, I promise, please don’t stop.”
He hummed, his fingers slowly, lazily thrusting into you. “I don’t know… you said you were going to be good and then you pulled something like that.”
“Fin, I need you. I need you, please. I swear, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be your good little slut.”
He hummed, smirking up at you with a firm lick to your pussy. “Oh yeah? You’ll be good, hm? Why don’t you… why don’t you show me? Be a good bunny for me.”
Your eyes rolled back. He rarely used that nickname, and now that he did, you knew you were in for an extremely long night.
“Yes, yes Finnick, I will. I promise.”
He sits back on his heels, pulling his fingers out of you to suck them into his mouth, grinning at you. “Well then show me. Show me how much you love to fuck, bunny.”
Immediately, you nodded as he fixed himself onto the bed, laying back with a lazy grin. He’s pumping his cock, oh his beautiful fucking cock. It was so pretty, long and flushed red at the tip, waxed down like the grooming stage always did. You whined as you licked along the bottom, sucking at his full balls as you joined his hand in pumping. “Finnick, they shaved you down,” it was slightly saddening, you always did like that trail of hair that led from under his belly button down to his base. You licked where that line would’ve been, another whine falling from your lips. “I always liked it when you had hair.”
“I know, bunny, but it’s not like it’d make you any less of a slut.” He grins, winking as he ruts his hips into the air. “Be a good girl and get off on my cock already.”
You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his tip before crawling up on his body. Swinging a leg over his waist, you hold his cock up so that his hard length doesn’t slap against his lower stomach. You whined as you sunk down on him, his hands rubbing against your thighs. His thumb settled on the mark Snow gave you, an identical one settled in the same area on his thigh. “Come on bunny, give me a show.”
You sink down on his cock, head thrown back as he hissed loudly. “Fuck, Finnick!”
“You’re so tight, darling, tighter than ever holy shit,” he curses, groaning loudly as you slowly push yourself up before sinking down again, rolling to make his cock hit a new spot you’ve never felt before. Your eyes rolled back as his large hands settled back on your hips groaning all over again. “You’re so fucking good darling, come on. Come on, use me darling, I want you to cum on my cock.”
You whined loudly as you leaned down, kissing his lips. “Don’t say those words. Please.”
He stroked your cheek with a nod, sighing as he kissed your lips. “I want you, Y/N. Please, I want all of you.”
You whimper as his hips roll into yours, but with this new angle of leaning forward and his hands forcing your hips into his own as you kiss him. His lips were always so sweet, perfect, slightly chapped but smooth and delicious against your own. You loved it, oh and you loved him.
The sex wasn’t even sex anymore, it was love in its pure physical form, his cock sheathed deep inside of you as he kissed every inch of your skin. His thumb was settled on that mark, the same mark he had, but it was different this time. The man on top of you was the love of your life, not someone who bought you.
You pulled him up for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “Don’t stop, Fin,” you whisper against his lips. “Never stop.”
He groaned loudly, shaky hands stroking your cheeks as he nodded. “I promise, darling. I won’t, I’ll love you until I pass out.”
You whine loudly as he thrusts into you, eyes rolling back as you feel your stomach basically clench as you squeezed his cock, groaning loudly as you cum. He choked, collapsing onto you as his cum spurts into you, perfect and filling in all the right ways. Your eyes rolled back as his hips continue to thrust, sweat coated body rubbing against your own as you pulled his lips back onto yours.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he grins. “I won’t, darling. I love you.”
You giggled. “I love you.”
You both finished later, bodies hot and sticky with sweat and cum as you lazily pressed kisses to each other’s lips. “We’re going into the games today,” he whispers, and this time, you weren’t scared.
“I don’t care anymore,” you whisper back, smiling. “As long as I’m with you.”
He smiled, eyes watering. “I’m going to get you out of there.”
You shake your head back. “I’m going to get you out of there.”
“We’re both getting out of there, darling,” he whispers into your hair, pressing more kisses to your head. “I swear.”
You looked up at him, smiling. This time, you really did believe him. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”
He smiles back. “I love you, Y/N Odair. Forever and always.”
You lean up, kissing his lips. “And when we meet in our next life.”
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.6K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and other foul language || no smut this chapter || mentions of wanting children || Finnick gets a little frustrated, but it doesn't last very long || you and Katniss have a talk || mentions of forced prostitution || baby names inspired by water || pregnancy test || eating shared candies if that makes sense || you and Finnick cry together, this chapter is really more fluffy and you and Finnick are just loving each other ||
(All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)
When the interview with Caesar was over, you collapsed into Finnick’s arms, sobbing. You didn’t care who saw, it didn’t matter who saw. As much as you needed Finnick in one area of your relationship, you needed him even more emotionally.
“You did good, darling, so good,” he whispered into your hair, fixing himself to sit down on the floor as your fluffy dress pooled around your sitting form. “Look at me, darling, you did so good.”
You inhale, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. His thumb rubs your chin, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. “I love you, Y/N. Every part of you, forever and always.”
You exhaled, nodding. “I love you, Finnick. Every part of you, until the end of time.”
You hear footsteps as you lay against Finnick’s chest, his fingers drawing patterns against your bare upper back. You probably looked insane as you looked up, tears staining your perfect makeup, but when you saw Peeta and Katniss, you smiled. Your arms wrapped around Finnick’s shoulders as he pulled you closer, inhaling as Katniss paused.
“Smile, Katniss,” you say, exhaling. “It helps them believe you.”
You saw her fists relax as you nodded at her. She nods back, a slight smile developing on her lips before you giggled. “Wider, honey. If I can’t stop these games, maybe you can, Mockingjay.”
Her brow ruffled as Cinna ran over. “Y/N, darling, your makeup! Come on, we need to fix it.”
Finnick sighed. “Cinna-”
“Of course, Cinna,” you smiled as you stood, stepping off of Finnick. “Will you come with me?”
He nods as you grab onto the edge of his shirt, his other quickly taking both of your shaking hands into his own. You smiled at Peeta and Katniss, mouthing ‘smile’ at them as Cinna took you down to the salon to fix your makeup. “I like the blue, Cinna, put more of it please.”
He smiled, nodding as he does as you say. Finnick’s lips stay pressed to your skin, anywhere from your shoulder to the back of your hand. He watched the interviews of Peeta and Katniss, gasping when Peeta pulled the same trick he did. “Guess everyone has baby fever, don’t they?”
You hum. “I hope so. Maybe the more babies we make, the more they’ll want to shut down the games.”
“I wish that was how it worked, Y/N,” Cinna whispers, smiling sadly. “What names were you thinking?”
You purse your lips, pausing. “Finnick, of course,” you say, making him laugh as Finnick squeezed your hand before sighing. “I’ve always loved the name Nautilus. Or Atlantis.”
Finnick smiled. “I like those.”
You laughed before Cinna turned you back into the mirror. “You like?”
You smiled, nodding when you saw how beautiful the makeup looked. “I love Cinna.”
He grins. “Perfect. Now go, you’re going to be late!”
You quickly get out of the chair as Finnick grabs your hand, quickly leading you down to the stage so you both can raise your hands together. You grab the person’s hand next to you, grinning as you raise your arms before Caesar announces, “And we will see them at the wedding of Panem’s Prince and Princess, Finnick and Y/N!”
Your mind was hazy as you went back to the room, leaning on Finnick for support with his hand in yours as you both stood in the elevator. It was quiet on the way up, his hand softly stroking your hair as you squeezed the other. “Fin?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Can you go get me a pregnancy test?”
He pauses as the doors open, walking in with you. “Why?”
“You made me think,” you whispered, sitting on the couch. “I just want to take one.”
Finnick scoffed. “Why if you think we’re going to die?”
You pause, looking at his form; his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps bulge, jaw clenched and eyes glaring down at the floor. “Fin, come on,” you say, sitting next to him to pull him down to the couch. “It was for effect, Finnick.”
“No, no it wasn’t,” he says, looking over at you, gaze softening. “You don’t think I will protect you? I promise you, I swear to you, I will get you out of that arena alive.”
You smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know you will, Fin,” you whisper, sighing. You let your fingers curl into his golden hair, softly brushing your nose to his. “I will do the same for you, and you know it.”
“You don’t have to protect me,” he says immediately. “It’s been my job to protect you since you were born. I’ve always, always protected you. Remember when we were little and that fucking asshole kept untying your nets and I fucking pummeled his ass? And then-”
“I couldn’t protect you when you were Reaped, Fin,” you say, remembering when his name was drawn and you fought against Peacekeepers to get to him. You ran onto the stage, ignoring the scolding of your mother and jumped into his arms, sobbing until you were dragged away from him.
“Finnick! Finnick, don’t go!” You wailed. He had just turned fourteen, you still eleven and unable to understand the point of the Reapings and what you were feeling.
“Y/N, go, please,” he whispers into your ear, his hands still at his sides. “Go before someone kills you.”
“No! No, I'm not leaving you! Finnick, please, please don’t go. Don’t leave me, you promised,” you sobbed into his shoulder, arms around his torso. “You promised.”
His hands twitch as they slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’ll come back. I promise you.”
And he did. He did come back, but two years later, you went too when you were fifteen. And then, you came back.
Even then, nothing was the same as when you came back. After being sold by Snow, you and Finnick’s relationship was broken. You both blamed the suffering and traumas of the other on yourselves, and because of that, you stayed apart for about a month. It was even more torture than the literal torture of Snow, and when you both saw each other again, you never let the other go since then.
“Let me protect you now.”
He inhaled shakily as you pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We’ll protect each other, Y/N,” he says, kissing you again. “I swear on it.”
You smiled as he paused. “I’ll get you that test.”
You nodded, thankful as he opens the door, and when you don’t hear it close, you look over the couch. When you see Katniss standing there, Finnick’s arms crossed as he raised a brow. “Can I help you?”
“I want to speak with Y/N,” she says before Cinna comes into view.
“Finnick, darling, the rings are done.”
You jump over the couch, still in your long flowy dress. “Cinna! Let me see!”
“Ah!” Finnick says immediately, pushing you away. “No, you can’t see until tomorrow.”
You pouted, whining. “Fin, come on!”
He laughs, pushing you back slightly. “Go. Katniss, come in, Cinna, walk with me.”
You pout as he walks over, kissing your lips. “Get changed, darling. I’m sure it’s hard for you to walk around in that.”
You giggled, brushing your lips against his again. “I love you.”
He stroked your head. “I love you more.”
Finnick walks out, leaving the door open for Katniss to walk in. You hummed as she slowly closed the door. “Where’s Peeta?”
“Speaking with Effie and Haymitch.”
“Oh? So you’re here alone?” You giggled as you walked toward your room, looking back. “Can you untie my dress for me?”
Your words make her inhale, but she steps forward to let her nimble fingers tug at the satin string that tied up your dress. Easily, she gets it undone, and you let it fall from your form and step out of the dress and corset. She gasped as you walked toward the closet, basically completely nude besides your lacy panties that did little to nothing to cover you up. You pull on one of Finnick’s oversized shirts, opting to not wear bottoms as you come out and sit on your bed.
“Well? What can I do for you, Katniss?”
“What is up with you and Finnick?”
You raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“You’re the Prince and Princess!” She yelled, covering her mouth soon after. “You both just… you, especially, you’re like… like-”
“Undeniably attractive?” You say, outstretching your leg with a giggle before leaning back on your hands. “Sexy? The epitome of lust?”
Her face falls. “I’m leaving.”
You laughed. “I’m playing! What’s your question again, Kat? Kitty Kat? Can I call you that or-”
“Why are you so self absorbed? Princess like?”
You giggle. “I was in the public’s eye since Finnick’s games. I was his girlfriend, Katniss, and when I was reaped two years later, we suffered the same fate over again,” your smile disappears. “Finnick and I’s lives are not everything you see on TV, Katniss. Even if you didn’t watch our show.”
She grimaced. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You’re lucky you survived with Peeta, Katniss. Lucky that Snow wants you dead.”
She glared. “How is that lucky?”
You don’t look away from her, slowly hiking up your shirt. “Because it’s better than him wanting you alive,” you said, showing her a mark on your upper thigh that Cinna always covered with makeup. “Do you know what this is, Katniss?”
She pauses, but shakes her head.
“This is the mark of the people sold by Snow,” you say, pressing on it. It disappears for a few seconds, but comes back. “Only some know what it is. It’s impossible to take off, I have scars to prove it,” you say, pressing on it again to see the faded scar before it comes back. “Your games weren’t even a year ago. If Snow loved you like he did me and Finnick instead of wanting you dead,” you stand, walking in front of her to force her back against the wall. “Then you would’ve gone through the same things as us and come out just as twisted. Maybe worse.”
She inhaled, choosing to stay quiet as your fingers slowly stroked her hair. “You’re beautiful, Katniss,” you say. “And I’m glad you didn’t suffer like us. We do what we have to to survive, Katniss, and if being a whore in both the light of a camera reluctantly and behind closed doors willingly, then so be it.”
You hear the door open, stepping back. “I’m sorry- I am.”
“I don’t need your apologies, Everdeen,” you say, sitting back on the bed as Finnick walks in. “I need you to do two things for me,” you raise a finger. “One, I need you to be my maid of honor. The girls who get pregnant together, stay together. It’s good for popularity.” You raise your second finger. “Two, I need you to end these fucking games. For all of our sakes.”
Finnick pops a candy into his mouth, tapping your chin making you look up at him. He holds your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting the candy slide into your mouth. You smiled, cherry flavor popping into your senses before you pulled away. “My favorite.”
He smiles. “Good thing I have more then,” he says. “Can I have another kiss?”
You giggle, nodding as you pull him on top of you.
“I’m leaving,” Katniss says immediately, turning around before you hum against Finnick’s lips.
“Oh! Wait!” You say as Finnick quickly got off, moving the bag he got before collapsing onto the bed. You go to your dresser, pulling out the box that Cinna had given you after the interview with a gift for the person you chose to be your maid of honor. As much as you wanted it to be Mags, you didn’t want to bring her out to the Capitol to watch you go back into an arena you only wanted to escape.
You took it out, ignoring the two boxes that held your matching gold bracelets before closing the drawer. Turning, you hand her the box. “For you and Peeta. Matching. I want you to be my maid of honor and Peeta to be Finnick’s best man. It works out that way.”
She slowly takes it, gasping when she opens it. She slowly takes out the necklace, cascading pearls wrapped in gold rope chains to cover her entire chest like a throwing net. She grabs the other, a thick rope chain with pearls studding each intertwined link for Peeta. “This looks-”
“Expensive? It is. Do you know how hard it is to get pure gold these days? Everyone wants those new carbon things but no, I want the classics,” you smiled as you went to the bed, quickly crawling over Finnick’s legs to sit on his lap. You push the candy around your mouth, covering it in your spit before leaning down, watching his mouth lull open obediently and let the cherry flavored candy fall into his mouth. You giggled, lulling out your tongue to lick at his own before looking over at Katniss. “Get to the estate at around nine in the morning. Finnick and I will be there earlier, but you know it’s bad luck when a groom sees his bride. Cinna’s assistants will begin dressing you when you get there.”
Katniss nods. “Okay, I will uhm… we’ll be there, all of us.”
You smile. “Sounds good. Make sure Haymitch and Effie wear black! If I see one speck of color, she’s leaving.”
Katniss laughs slightly. “Okay. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
You look up, smiling at her. “See you tomorrow, Katniss.”
With that, she leaves as a loud crack makes you look down at Finnick who chews on the candy. He grinned, his tongue stained pink as you kissed his lips. You groaned as he pulled your hips into his own, rutting them softly into yours before his hands squeezed your sides. “You gonna take that test?”
You almost forgot about it, but you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” He whispers, hands stroking your side as you inhale shakily.
“Yes.”
He lifts you up, taking you to the restroom, slowly setting you down onto the ground. You go to the toilet, sighing as you slowly pull down your pants and opening up the test. Quickly, you do your business, clean yourself off and wash your hands before tapping on Finnick’s shoulder.
You whimper into his back, rubbing his arms. “Fin, I’m scared.”
He turns around, stroking your cheeks. “It’s okay to be scared, darling. Just remember I’m here and I’m here to help you, to protect you, to save you.”
You sobbed into his hands, gasping as the timer Finnick must have set and quickly grabbing the test. You inhaled shakily, the words Negative not registering in your mind.
“Y/N, honey?”
“I really wanted it to be true, Fin,” you whisper, your eyes burning almost as though there were no more tears left to cry. “I really wanted to be pregnant with your baby.”
A choked sob fell from Finnick’s mouth, his arms immediately pulling you into his chest as you both crumbled to the ground. You sobbed into his chest, his hands pulling you into his lap as you rubbed his shoulders and he rubbed your back. “We’re going to get out of there alive, my darling. I promise.”
This time, you believed him. Looking up, you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.1K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - baby bombs (not literally like Gale) || talks of getting pregnant || thoughts of having a baby || reader is like extremely sex positive || Katniss is a bitch at first || Haymitch is lowkey in love with you, but like nicely but like romantically if that makes sense (he thinks you're super hot) || you lowkey hit on Katniss and Peeta || of course cursing and such || smut warnings, being walked in on, Finnick feels guilty during sex, breeding kink, dom! Finnick, sub! reader, degradation and praise, name calling (whore, good girl, bad girl, cum slut, etc.)
(All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)
When Mags’ name was drawn, you stepped forward immediately, your voice announcing, “I volunteer as tribute.”
The cheers get louder as they hold up yours and Finnick's hands, but when they let go, he pulls you into his chest, kissing you passionately. You can hear the cheers grow louder, and your eyes water as you pull him lower. You sniffle as he pulls away, stroking his cheek as you look over at Mags and nod. “I love you,” you whisper, but you’re both taken by hand into the back room. She pressed her hand to her lips and blew you both a kiss as you wave. Finnicks hand stays in the small of your back as you see Cinna, hugging him tightly as he sighed.
“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’m sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”
You giggle, shrugging. “Just make me look good when I’m about to go out, Cinna darling.”
He winks. “That’s what I do best, sweetheart.”
Finnick sighs as he kisses your temple, all of you slowly going to the shuttle where Cinna leads you to the table, softly patting your shoulder. “I have a gift for you both.”
You raise a brow as Finnick pulls you into his lap - he was always more protective around Cinna, even since the beginning of your games where Finnick was your Mentor and Cinna designed your outfits.
Cinna slowly takes out two boxes, opening them to reveal matching gold bracelets. “A gift from Effie Trinket.”
Your nose scrunches as you look over at Finnick who looks up at Cinna. “Effie Trinket, the mentor for District 12?”
He nods. “Yes, the tributes are-”
You giggle. “Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. The fakest couple in all of Panem,” you look back at Finnick, smiling. “They wish they could be us, darling.”
Cinna just laughs as he slowly takes them out of the boxes and puts them on each of your wrists, smiling. “Now Y/N, you know they’re only doing what they can to survive.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Well then she should be a better actress. It’s sad because he seems so in love with her. I hope he finds someone to love him like he does her.”
Finnick laughs with you, kissing your neck. “Why are we getting gifts from their mentor, hm Cinna? What does she want?”
“For you to make an alliance,” he explains as he slowly sits down. “Is there anything specific we want styled this time around? I’m thinking for the parade we go with something… netty.”
You purse your lips, thinking before looking at Cinna dead in the eye. “I want to get married before the games.”
His jaw drops as Finnick smiles against your skin, your eyes catching the blurring scenery outside of the train. “Married? I get to design the Prince and Princess’ of Panems wedding outfits?!”
You giggle, nodding. “If you would do us the favor, Cinna.”
He inhaled, dramatically waving at his face. “This is going to be amazing. Amazing, I say.”
“I want white,” Finnick says, Cinna nodding as he grabs a sketchpad from… somewhere, Finnick staring down at you with a smile. “It’s going to be the best day in the world when I marry the love of my life.”
His words make you giggle as you press a soft kiss to his lips, Cinna sighing. “I wish it was under better circumstances,” he says, smiling at you both before gasping. “Rings! I need to design rings!”
You giggle as he runs off, looking back at Finnick before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I… I don’t want to meet them.”
He paused, raising a brow. “The District 12 tributes?”
You nodded, but then shook your head. “Any of them. Johanna especially. They all survived their games and were promised that they would never have to suffer through it again, and now,” you inhale shakily as he kisses your temple, shushing you softly. “Now we’re all going back. My nightmares have barely gone away, Finnick, I can’t-”
He shook his head. “No, no darling, calm down. I’ll be there, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You inhaled, nodding into his neck before the blaring voice announced your quick arrival to the Capitol. He stood, carrying you in his arms as you both walked out, immediately being taken to the area where you would be prepared for the games, being cleaned, shaven, everything.
This could’ve been the one thing you missed, gentle hands caring for your body and cleansing you of whatever- it almost made you feel relaxed and calm.
But when you stood in front of the dark horses of the District 12 horses, you felt anything but.
You stroked their face, cooing softly at them as you watched them eat a sugar cube from your palm. You paused when you heard soft footsteps, smiling before looking up at Katniss who stood next to their side.
“Katniss Everdeen, as I live and breathe,” you say, giggling as the horse nudged into your shoulder. She was dressed extremely differently from you, your outfit going along with Finnick’s with a netted bralette covering your chest and a bikini-like bottom covered with a golden threaded net acting as a see-through skirt. You felt exposed, but you had definitely been more exposed to the Capitol’s eyes before. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
She smiled, even though it was obviously fake. She was not a good actor, you could tell that. “Y/N, Panem’s Princess. I never thought I’d meet you.”
You giggle in response, taking another sugar cube from your other hand and giving it to the other horse. “Oh? You’ve wanted to meet me, hm?”
Her face flashed between annoyed and the mask she wore, smiling wider at you. “Oh, always. My mother adored your reality show.”
You hum as you look over your shoulder, another pair of steps heading your way before you see Finnick. “You should work on your acting skills, Everdeen,” you say, turning back and smiling at her. “And your lying skills. They may have fooled Panem, but they will never fool me.”
Finnick comes behind you just as Peeta goes behind her, Cinna already walking toward you both. “I’m sorry you both had to cancel your wedding,” you say, Finnick’s arm immediately going around your waist as he pressed a firm kiss to your jaw. “But I do thank you for it. It gave us, people who are truly in love, space to get married. I hope to see you both there.”
“Now, Y/N, play nice,” Finnick mumbles against your skin, hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing slightly as his teeth graze your cheeks. “We want alliances, darling, not enemies.”
You just giggle, leaning into Finnick’s grip, even though you could feel Katniss glaring a hole into you. You finally look at her, her jaw clenching. “How do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”
You couldn’t stop giggling around Katniss, not when she acted so serious. You put out your hand, watching as she tensed under your touch. “Finnick takes secrets as his form of payment,” you say as he finally lets go of you, leaning close to her ear. “I take bodies. And not in the way you’re thinking.” You squeeze her arm, smiling at her before turning to Peeta. “I hope to speak to you later, Peeta. You definitely seem more fun to talk to.”
You take Finnick’s hand as he leads you away, Cinna quickly coming to fix your outfits before you mount onto your carriage. “Snow wants a show,” he whispers to you both, sighing. “I have a little surprise for our Princess,” he hands you a remote, pointing at the button. “You click this here and everything will happen, alright?”
You nod, smiling as the music begins to play. “Thank you, Cinna.”
He winks at you before jumping off, Finnick quickly taking your hand as the first carriage runs out. You tap his cheek, smiling as he compliantly looks down at you, pulling him down for a firm kiss. He smiled, his hand slipping to your hip before your carriage started to move. You pull away, tongue pushing into his mouth before your carriage emerges and you pull away. You turn back just enough to stare at Peeta and Katniss, winking at them as Finnick grabs your hand.
You wait until you’re in front of Snow to press the button, loud chants of your own and Finnick’s name filling the arena until loud gasps form instead. You look down, the golden net on your body slowly extending, a flowing blue skirt blowing into the wind almost like a waterfall. It extends off the edge of the carriage, long as the cheering gets louder. Your names turned into chants until District 12 came out, but Caesar’s voice was still praising you until the parade ended.
You both walk down the hall when it ends, that was until Haymitch caught you both and introduced you to Katniss and Peeta all over again. “It’s so nice to meet you both,” Finnick says with a grin, pulling you as close as possible to himself. “I wanted to speak to you guys earlier, but my pretty fiancée did all the talking.”
You pout as his hand goes around your throat again, but lean your head back as he softly squeezed. “Forgive me if I came across rude,” you say, smiling at Katniss. “I hope we can be allies in the games.”
Katniss scoffs. “What's the point when you’ll try to kill us?”
You paused, giggling as Finnick kissed your temple. “Nicely, darling.”
“If I wanted to kill you, Katniss, you’d be dead already,” you look at Haymitch, smiling. “I would love to be allies with your tributes if you can get her under control,” turning to Peeta, you wink as Finnick’s lips kiss against your cheek. “I like the boy. He knows when to keep his mouth shut.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” Haymitch nods as you offer your hand, giggling as he takes it and pressed a firm kiss to the back. “I can’t wait to see you in white at your wedding.”
“Oh, you make me swoon, Haymitch,” you say, hand grazing his cheek as Finnick winks. “Guests are required to wear black. Finnick and I will be the only ones in white, even Snow is going to wear black,” you turn to Katniss. “The Princess of Panem has many things under her control.”
“I can see that.”
You giggle as Finnick slowly lets go of your throat, your hand moving away from Haymitch to softly caress her face. She inhaled sharply as you do so, and you purse your lips. “You really need to let loose, Katniss. No one likes a stick in the mud. Finnick, let’s go make love,” you giggle as her eyes widen. “Over and over again.”
Finnick smiles as you take his hand, softly kissing Peeta’s cheek. “See you at the interviews, pretty boy.”
When you’re far enough away, Haymitch sighs. “What I would do to get a kiss from her.”
Katniss scoffs. “What’s her deal? She’s just, like-”
“A princess,” Peeta fills. “A princess of lust.”
“Oh don’t take that to heart,” Haymitch dismissed them both before turning to Katniss. “But you, you better behave. They’re your most valuable allies, Katniss. If they she wants Finnick to fuck her in front of you, let them fuck. If she wants Peeta to fuck her, let him. She’s the Princess of Panem, for fucks sake!” His voice got louder, but he inhaled deeply to calm himself down. “Her sex epitome is an act in some cases. Her and Finnick have gone through things that you are lucky you didn’t.”
Katniss scoffs. “Like what?”
Haymitch pauses, but glares at her. “You will have to speak about it with them. Now, come on, you have some other people to meet.”
You and Finnick, on the other hand, did go to fuck. Your greatest source of shared trauma became your coping skill, and even with how toxic and horrible and down right bad it was, there was nothing you both enjoyed more.
You very well could’ve been obsessed with Finnick, and him with you, but neither of you cared how unhealthy it was- you needed each other like a person needed oxygen, and without the other, you would surely go insane.
You laid on top of Finnick, kissing at his neck as his hand drew patterns along your back. “Do you think I was-”
“They’ll see the true you when the time comes,” he whispers, smiling at you. “And when they do, they’ll love you even more. I swear it.”
You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips before someone knocked. You pull away, snuggling into his chest as he yells ‘come in’, Cinna walking in with a smile. “They’re ready and they’re perfect. Interviews are in two hours, are you both ready to get dressed?”
You hum, throwing your hair back as Finnick’s hips buck uncontrollably. “One more round, Cinna.”
He laughs. “Okay. I’m coming back in ten minutes!”
You giggled, squealing as Finnick pushed you over, pulling your legs over his shoulders. “Make it fifteen!”
When the door closes, Finnick wastes no time thrusting deeper inside of you, your eyes rolling back as you claw against the sheets. “Fuck, fuck Finnick!”
“You’re a fucking whore, asking for another round,” he basically growled as your mouth lets out loud moans, his form leaning forward to ram his cock into you at a new angle. “You knew I wouldn’t say no, didn’t you? You knew that I was going to fuck you, over and over and over.”
You nodded mindlessly, groaning into his mouth. “Yes! Yes, Finnick, I want you to fuck me. I don’t want you to stop fucking me, fuck, fuck!”
“You’re a fucking, whore,” he grunts, fingers pushing down to press into your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll back as his fingers push into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit as his fingers curl inside of you, his cock still pounding into you like a jackhammer. You were so full of pleasure, the moans you previously held back now coming out in full force, cumming on accident with a scream as his thumb pressed on your puffy clit. “Fuck, Y/N!”
You screamed out as he pulled out of you, pulling your ankles from his shoulders as he flipped you around, forcing your face into the pillows as he pushed into you again. “You’re going to cum without my permission? Without telling me? No, not on my watch. I’m going to fuck you until Cinna comes in and you’re not going to cum until that final second ticks.”
“Yes! Yes Fin, fuck!” You wailed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning loudly as his cock pushed into you before being pulled out and fucked right back into you.
“You’re such a good whore, darling. A perfect cum rag for me to fuck and fill, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes Fin, I’m just here to hold your cum.” You say, groaning as his hips move faster, body bouncing on the bed and your clit rubbing against the silk sheets. How were you going to be able to not cum when he was fucking you so good?
You don’t even notice you were clenching until Finnick says something, his other hand pushing between your clit and the blanket. “You’re clenching around my cock, darling. If you cum, I’m going to fuck you on live TV. Gonna fill you up in front of Caesar’s stupid fucking face. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”
His hand forced you to nod, tugging at the roots of your hair as drool ran down the side of your mouth. “Speak.”
“Yes! Yes, Fin, I’d love it, just as long as you fuck me! I promise Fin, I’ll be good!”
“Being good is not cumming until those fifteen minutes are up,” he snarls into your ear, slapping your pussy with a firm hand as he forces you on your knees. “You’re not going to listen to me, darling? That’s a bad girl, not a good girl.”
You shake your head, eager to please. “No Fin, I’ll be a good girl, I swear! I want your cum, I want to be your perfect little cum slut, please!”
He paused, his hand moving slowly as he kissed your shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling, I can’t do rough right now. Can you please just-”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Fin,” you say, turning your head enough to kiss his cheek. “Why don’t I make you cum and we get dressed, sounds good?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t need to finish, darling-”
“Do you want to finish?”
He paused, but nodded. His hips move slowly as you intertwine your hands together, kissing his neck softly as you groan into his skin. “Fuck, Fin, you feel so good.”
“You too, darling, holy shit.”
It doesn’t take him long to cum, his seed painting your insides white as he collapses on top of you, kissing your spine. “I can’t wait to marry you, Princess.”
You giggle, looking back. For a minute, you forgot you could die in the next week. “I can’t wait to marry you, my prince.”
When you both stood at the interviews, you were nervous. Finnick went first, and you watched as he spoke with Caesar effortlessly like he didn’t tell you he would fuck you on live TV earlier. The thought made you smile.
“So, after interviewing some of the other potential tributes from District 4, we got about the same answer for what you and our princess did the night the Third Quarter Quell was announced,” he starts to laugh, leaning forward to pretend to whisper. “Did you and Y/N have some… fun?”
Finnick laughs. “Yeah, Y/N and I did have some fun,” he looks over at you, winking. “But then again, when do we not?”
As much as you hated these fake personas, you couldn’t help but love it on Finnick. You loved the way he absolutely radiated confidence, especially when he spoke about you.
Caesar laughs. “My, Finnick, how forward you are! You and Y/N have always been-”
“Very open about our relationship?” Finnick filled in, smiling. “Yes, our relationship is not only our pride but-”
The crowd chants. “The Pride of Panem!”
“Oh, you are! You both are,” Caesar gets closer. “But should we be careful about letting our children watch the games, Finnick?”
You wanted to scream. Children shouldn’t even be watching the games anyways, but still, Finnick plays along. He grins, flexing his finger at Caesar to bring him closer, the mic as well. “We’ll have a safe word, Caesar. I’ll say it so that the children can leave.”
“Oh, my my! Behave yourself, Finnick, there’s children watching!” He continues to laugh before placing a hand on Finnick’s wrist. “Now, I was told you and Y/N have a bit of a… surprise for us.”
He smiled. “Oh, yes, we do. Y/N and I, we’re…” he looks over at you, exhaling. “We have two surprises.”
Two? What were your two surprises? You knew one was your wedding, but the other?
“Oh? Who doesn’t love surprises?! Now, everyone wants to know, Finnick,” the camera zooms in, Caesar’s perfect teeth smiling almost scarily. “What’s your surprise?”
“Y/N and I are getting married,” he says, cheers erupting from the crowd. “Tomorrow evening. We invite all that are able to come to celebrate with us, our only request is that you wear black,” he smiles. “The only people wearing white will be myself and my bride, as this is the happiest day of our lives.”
Caesar laughs. “Oh, how exciting! I am so excited for you, Finnick, where are the rings?!”
Finnick shook his head. “The rings are still being designed, you will see them tomorrow evening. My second surprise, though,” he looks back at you, smiling. “Is from Y/N.”
Your face scrunched. What was he doing?
“Oh? And what does the Princess of Panem have to say?” He pushed the mic closer.
“She’s with child,” Finnick starts to grin. “My child.”
You gasped, covering your mouth as the crowd went silent. Finnick’s eyes snap to yours, the smile on his face calming all your nerves until the crowd starts to boo. Your heart rate spikes, your breathing getting faster until you hear the words they say. “Stop the games! Our Princess and Prince need to see their baby!”
You exhaled shakily as Caesar laughed awkwardly. “Well, Finnick, I hope you have a great wedding tomorrow and I hope to see you there.”
“Well I’ll certainly be there, Caesar, and I hope you attend.”
He announced Finnick’s name and district before he left the stage, a large bubble filling your chest. Your head began to pound with every beat of your heart, fingernails digging so deep into your palms that you drew blood. You tried to focus on your breathing like Finnick had taught you, but nothing worked.
“Y/N, Y/N darling,” Finnick spoke, holding your cheeks. “Look at me, hey. Only a few more hours, darling, just a few more. I promise you, love.”
You nodded, inhaling deeply with him as he stroked your hair. Your eyes begin to water, but he quickly pats your cheek. “Hey, we don’t want to ruin Cinna’s makeup, do we?” As much as his tone was light and playful, it was much more serious and you both knew it.
“I'm scared, Finnick,” you whisper, inhaling shakily. “I don’t want to go out there.”
“Y/N, where are you, my princess?!” Caesar’s voice was loud, slightly worried before Finnick pressed a kiss to your painted lips. His thumb smudged the lipstick slightly, just enough to take some pigment off but still make you look perfect. “Go, darling, I’ll be right here.”
It takes him shoving you softly for you to go out, a smooth smile immediately gracing your features as Caesar ran to you. You hide your shaking hands in your dress, but Caesar kneels in front of you and offers his hand. You giggled, outstretching your arm for him to take your hand. You quickly fix your face as he kisses the back, holding back a grimace as he looks up at you. “My princess.”
You curtsy, cheers erupting from the crowd as he led you to the main platform. Your dress cascaded behind you, long pale blue that was almost white, a nod to your wedding dress that you were going to wear the next night. He held your hands high as you sat down, announcing the words, “Y/N, the Princess of Panem!”
You close your eyes as the cheers get louder than you’ve ever heard, letting your hand slowly fall to your lap as Caesar lets go. When you open them, you tilt your head back, blinking back tears with a slight sniffle.
“Y/N, darling,” Caesar switched to the mic on his collar, reaching for your hand again with a sigh. “We truly feel for you.”
No he didn’t, none of them did. Even if you were pregnant, none of them understood, none of them felt what you felt. “I’m sure you could try,” you say, sobbing erupting from the dramatics of the crowd.
Maybe there were some true feelings behind Caesar’s eyes, but you didn’t see it. “When you volunteered for Mags, did you know?”
You shook your head. “No, I didn’t. Finnick and I have been attempting to have a family since we ended our show,” you inhaled shakily. It wasn’t a lie, it really wasn’t, but even then, it was horrible. You very well could’ve been truly pregnant from the mornings you were waking up sick, but you fooled yourself into thinking it was just the nervousness of getting out back into the games. “It has to stick when we’re going to die, right?”
Caesar shook his head, his eyes watering as he squeezed your hand. “You… you should not say that,” he whispers, sighing. “You do not think you can win?”
You laughed. “Caesar, the Princess of Panem never loses,” your fake joy comes back as the crowd cheered, but then it turned into boos. “But I would love to think of names for my future child without the fear of dying.”
“One final question, Y/N,” Caesar says as the crowd quiets down. “If you would have known… would you have still volunteered for Mags?”
You smiled. “Caesar, no matter how much I want this child, if they’re not born yet, I want Finnick more. Forever and always. If Finnick goes somewhere, I'm with him,” you look back, inhaling deeply when you see his piercing cerulean toned eyes staring at you. “Until death do we part,” you raise your left hand to him, his own doing the same. “And when we meet in our next life.”
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.2K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || mentions of forced prostitution || Finnick loves you so much || mentions of self-blaming for being sold || smoking, smoking opium || mentions of death || slight angst in worrying about the games || smut warnings include: public sex, sex outside, spit, cum eating, oral (♂), face fucking, riding, size kink, stomach bulge, dirty talk, teasing, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds, scratching, talks of having children, probably some breeding kink thrown in there honestly
(All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in masterlist)
When the Third Quarter Quell was announced, you were making dinner for yourself and Finnick. The dish full of expensive fish fell to the floor, breaking on impact as you stared at the hologram TV, holding back a sob as your chest began to swell.
How could this happen? You were supposed to be guaranteed a safe life, a happy life after winning, not that it was actually possible considering the monstrosities you had to do in your own games.
It was common knowledge that you could fight, especially with Finnick as your mentor since the Reaping and practically best friend since birth, but you refused to show any skill during and before your games. Like Johanna in the later games, you weren’t deemed a threat until you killed eight people by trapping them in a net and throwing them down a waterfall, surpassing Betee’s amazing feat of six kills at once. Even then, though, you couldn’t protect the person you wanted the most- a young boy, younger than your age of fifteen, Reaped from District 3.
Your kills of the games didn’t settle in until you left, finally processing the fact that you ended the lives of others who were trying to do the same as you, survive. You had let a superiority complex settle in during your tour, tricking yourself into thinking that if they wanted to live, then they would’ve tried harder.
It didn’t last long, though, after you saw Finnick again- his fake persona immediately falling when he got you alone, kissing you immediately, whispering soft praises and ‘I thought I’d never see you again’s. The real torture began when your tour ended and Snow finally pulled you into a horrible underground of the rich and plentiful, selling you to the highest bidder until Finnick stepped in and forced Snow to put him with you.
As much as you felt that it was your fault Finnick was being dragged into this life again, he assured you that it wasn’t the case, even though it was- in your mind at least. While Finnick took secrets as payment, you took two things as payment- money in forms of lavish gifts or cash, and death in the form of poisoning them. It wasn’t like Snow could do much when you threatened his family just like he did yours.
You learned later on why Finnick accepted this second form of torture, and you hated yourself even more when you figured out it was because of you, because they threatened you. They threatened to kill you, and just like that, you learned another thing about Finnick- he truly loved you, no matter how much you thought differently at first.
After that, you both had finally gotten out of the cruel grip of the Capitol and Snow, finding a makeshift home in the Victors Village of District 4. You and Finnick made your relationship public, to the dismay of Snow, but it was quickly fixed whenever everyone found joy in your relationship. You both even had a television show for a while, almost making your life seem normal until you ended it, dreaming of a life with no cameras and the fake personas you both made.
You knew what some people thought about you and Finnick - the Crown Prince and Princess - the most popular couple that ever happened in the history of Panem, a lustful couple that could never keep their hands off of each other after a series of lovers that weren’t quite voluntary.
You were broken out of your thoughts when you heard Caesar’s voice, his horrible laugh you only wanted to forget. He spoke to the other host, smiling. “I wonder if we will be able to see our Prince and Princess again! Oh, I miss seeing them. I miss their reality show as well!”
Claudius laughs. “Well, if we do see them, hopefully it’s in the games! Finnick and Y/N have always been my favorites, they’re amazing.”
Caesar laughs too. “Oh, yes! They are some of my favorites, and who knows, love in the arena again?”
You don’t hear the door open, Finnick quickly running into the kitchen of your shared home. He looks down at the broken bowl full of food, but ignores it as he quickly cups your face. “Y/N? Darling, look at me.”
Quickly, you do as he says, smiling. “I’m sorry, Finnick. I’ll pick it up now. The floor is clean, I swear on it.”
He groaned. He hated it when your persona just flared up, especially in moments like these when you acted as though you both were on a TV show again. “Y/N, don’t do that!”
Your eyes widen, gasping as he slowly rubs your cheeks with your thumbs. “We’re going to be okay, I promise.”
You shook your head. “No we’re not. No we’re not, we’re going to go back in and we’re going to die.”
He shook his head in response, stroking your face. “I’m not going to let that happen.”
You inhale shakily as he slowly kneeled down, picking up the fish that didn’t land on the floor and setting it on another plate. “Why don’t you go set the table?”
You nod, slowly kneeling down to attempt to pick up the broken shards. “Yeah, yeah I will-”
He kneeled in front of you, pushing your hands away. “Go set the table. I’ll pick this up.”
You nod as he kisses your hands softly, helping you stand before you go to the dining room. Outside was havoc, and when someone knocked on the door, Finnick beat you to it.
Mags stood there, hands shaking before Finnick slowly grabbed her wrists, helping her inside. “Come eat with us, Mags. Y/N made her famous fish.”
She inhaled, but nodded as she slowly walked to the table. You kiss her head softly, placing a plate in front of her as Finnick sets the food down, an array of sides to go along with the fish such as potatoes, roasted vegetables, and rice. You sit down next to Mags, Finnick on the opposite side of you for the four person table, sighing heavily as everyone begins to serve themselves,
You don’t, though, Finnick saying how good your fish always was and how excited he was to have it for dinner. Mags smiles as she slowly eats, almost like a bird, but Finnick stuffed his face. He paused when you didn't serve yourself, but smiled when he reached forward to hold your hand. “Are you tired, my love?”
You nodded, smiling at Mags as you stood. You pressed a kiss to her head, inhaling shakily before moving to Finnick, kissing his lips.
“I’m going to take a shower. I love you.”
He smiled sadly, nodding. “I love you too.”
You slowly go up the stairs, Finnick picking up the plates before washing them and leading Mags outside. As you took a shower, Finnick rubbed his jaw as he held a pipe. Normally, he never smoked - especially opium - but he needed it more than ever now.
Mags waved her hand, holding it out to him before he slowly handed it to her, watching as she inhaled deeply. “I think they’re going to rig the Reaping,” he whispers, looking back to stare at the restroom light to make sure you were still in there. “For it to draw me and Y/N.”
Mags exhales the smoke before looking at him, smiling. She makes a gesture, pretending to search in a bowl before gesturing to herself.
It took him a minute, but he shook his head. “No. No, you can’t do that. I won’t let you-”
She pushed him away, putting her middle finger up towards him before handing back the pipe. She stands, pressing a kiss to his head before waving and going back towards her house. He sighed, taking another deep inhale from the pipe before he felt soft hands on his back.
He turns around, smiling when he sees you, your hands running down his spine before going back to his shoulders.
“Are you going to come inside?”
He sighs, shaking his head as he sets down the pipe. “Why don’t you stay out here a little longer with me?”
You accept, slowly laying between his legs before kissing his thighs. “Fin? Fin, I want-”
“You don’t have to, darling,” he whispers, stroking your head as you lay on your stomach, kneeling before pressing your chest against the soft fabric of the chair. “Darling, wait-”
You hush him as you slowly pull down his pants, bunching them up at his thighs to watch his cock immediately harden and slap against his stomach. “You want me to wait when you’re already so hard?”
He laughs. “Well, darling, it’s hard not to when your pretty ass is pressed against my- fuck, got dammit-”
He inhaled sharply as you took him into your mouth, not even half of his length fitting inside of your mouth as you let your jaw go slack. You hold his upper thigh, bobbing your head as he tilts his head back. You hold back gags as you attempt to relax your throat, pushing your head as deep as you could before pulling away, gasping for air as your spit dribbled down his shaft.
You giggle as you use your hand to pump his length, pulling him back into your mouth as his hand slowly cups the back of your head. He groaned out loud, a gasp falling from your lips as he started to shallowly thrust, grunting. “Fuck, darling, you’re always so good. So, so fucking good.”
You hummed around him, watching as his eyes rolled back, another hand going to cup and squeeze his balls. His hips buck, a gag falling from your lips as your own rut against the chair, desperate for friction.
His moans get louder as you press your face against his pelvis, tiny pubes pressing against your nose from his well groomed body, groaning out as he pulls back your hair. You could feel your saliva running down your chin, gagging with each thrust as he cursed. “Let them hear us, darling. Let all of them hear us fucking.”
It wasn’t the first time you both had sex outside, but this was the first you both weren’t holding back. You could hear the wet noises echoing in the trees, the slow trickling of the river near by you and Finnick swam in before, where you both had made love too. It was rare you and Finnick didn’t fuck somewhere, especially in Victors Village.
You gagged loudly, thankful for the fact that Mags’ house was far away from your own. If there was one thing that you never wanted in your lifetime, it was for Mags to hear her adopted children having sex.
Your thoughts were distracted as Finnick pulled you closer, hips thrusting faster, harder. His cock was pounding, thrusting into you quickly, grunts echoing as he groaned. “Fucking hell, darling, you’re doing so good. Fuck, fuck! You’re perfect, c’mon, focus on me. Focus on me.”
You nodded around his cock, gagging as you pulled away just for him to bring you straight back down. He laughs, staring down at your wide, hazy eyes as he stroked your cheek. You looked so innocent sucking him off, choking and gagging so prettily around his cock.
It had taken you both time to actually have sex and enjoy it, and actually finish because of pleasure instead of faking. Now, almost every touch from each other turned the other on, and you both wouldn’t have it any other way. He sucks in a breath as he forces you deep into his cock, your choking turning him on even more as you squeezed his ball sac. He groans out your name, hips bucking quickly before he cums, balls basically clenching as he cums down your throat.
Your eyes rolled back as you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking as hard as you could to take all of his cum as deep as you could. You swallow all of it, as much as you could before he pulls out, the rest of his cum filling your mouth. With a giggle, you open your mouth wide as he stares down at you, leaning towards your face to kiss your lips. His saliva mixed with his cum and your own, your cunt aching as he pulled you back into his lap, his cock already hard and prodding at your sex.
“Fuck, darling,” he whispers, watching as you swallow and lick at your lips and down your chin. “Holy shit.”
“You taste so good,” you whisper, gasping as he slowly pulls at your dress, bunching it up at your waist. He pulled your panties to the side, a gasp falling from your mouth as his head slowly prods against your cunt, slowly pushing inside of you. You throw your head back, groaning loudly. “Fuck, Finnick!”
He groans into your chest, his hands moving from his cock to your back, rubbing at your spine before pulling at the ties of your nightgown. The breast area of your nightgown quickly falls as he unties your dress, leaning down to press his lips against your nipples, popping and sucking against them. You pull him closer, groaning as he sucked on one, his hands cupping at your tits as your hips buck into his.
“Fin, Fin, Fin, Finnick!” You moaned out, gasping as his hips thrust upward, into you, deep and deeper, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside of you as you groaned.
“Fuck darling, just like that. Come on, get off on my cock. Wanna watch your face as you cum over and over, again and again.” He laughs as he drags his teeth over your nipple, watching your face scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Come on, cum. Your pretty little cunt clenches when you're close.”
His tongue flicked at your nipple, his other hand pushing down under your dress, his nimble fingers rubbing at your clit. “Come on. Cum. Cum, now. You want to feel good, right? Cum. Want to watch you fall apart.”
You scream out, whining as he leans up, licking and sucking at your neck before snapping his hips up. His tip felt as though it was pushing into your stomach, his fat cock stretching you out so good as his tip makes a noticeable bulge on your tummy. You could see it from under your dress, his other hand moving from your breast to your stomach, pushing and rubbing at the bulge as the other does the same to your clit.
You screamed out, eyes watering with pleasure filled tears and you whined loudly. “Fuck, fuck! Yes, yes Finnick!”
He laughs, kissing your neck. “You still haven’t cum yet, darling. I can’t cum until you do, I fucking love you too much. Come on, come on! Do I need to do more, darling? Give you more pleasure?”
You shake your head, mouth lulling open. “No, no, it’s too much! Too much, Fin, fuck!”
“It’s too much and you still haven’t cum?” He laughs, his fingers squeezing your swollen, sensitive clit as you screamed out. Your walls clamp down on him, his hips thrusting up into you until his balls pressed against your ass. You choked, eyes rolling back as you came, a mind blurring orgasm immediately processing itself through your body- nails digging into his shoulders, dragging down his back before his cum spurts into you.
It was quick, cum filling your deepest parts, almost inflating you as he rubs against the bulge. You were being filled, cum pushing into your deepest parts as he pulled you lower.
“Yes, darling,” he praises, kissing at your neck as he pants. Your weak form collapses onto him as he strokes your back. “You did so good.”
“Again, Finnick,” you whisper, rubbing your face against his shoulder. “I want to be filled by you again.”
He nods, how could he resist you? How could he refuse something you wanted?
“Yes, darling,” he repeats. “Whatever you want.”
He took you inside, fucking you over and over again anywhere you wanted. You both weren’t even fucking anymore, not whenever you both got to your bed, now making love as he panted above you. You were so full, so full of him, of Finnick, the man you wanted to marry and to grow old with.
You weren’t able to, though, not after this Quarter Quell. You sobbed against his chest as he cradled your body, pulling you as close as possible as he kissed your head. His tanned skin was rough, covered in scars, his hands rubbing at your back to calm you down as his soft voice whispers into your ear. He whispers praises, assurances that he would never let anything happen to you. His golden hair made a halo over his face as you looked up, sea green eyes staring down at yours glazed over in unshed tears.
“Finnick, I’m scared. I’m so scared.”
Again, he shook his head. “Don’t be scared. You don’t need to be scared, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I want to be with you, Finnick. I want to be with you until the end of time, until I’m dead.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t say that, Y/N.”
You shook your head, cupping his cheeks. “Why? It’s the truth. I want you, I’m going to be with you until my heart stops. Promise me you’ll do the same, please.”
His eyes water, tears finally running down his cheeks as he nods. “I promise, darling. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
You smiled, stroking his cheeks to rid them of tears. “I wish I could’ve had your babies, Finnick,” you choked back a sob, eyes watering as he gasps. “I wish we could’ve had children.”
“Stop, please stop, Y/N,” he sobs this time, leaning forward to kiss your tear covered lips. “Stop saying those things.”
“In our next life, Finnick,” you smiled, stroking his cheeks before kissing his lips. “In our next life, I swear to you, we will be happy. We will be safe. We will,” you inhaled shakily. “We will live a long, happy life together. We’ll have children, we’ll have a family. Nothing horrible will happen to us, no traumas, nothing. I swear to you.”
He sobs, pulling you closer. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t do that for you in this life.”
And you kissed him. You kissed him so hard, throwing your weight over him, pulling his mouth as much as you could into yours. Your tongues dance, rubbing and swirling around each other’s before your hips rut against his. “You’ve done so much for me now. In this life. You’ve made me the happiest woman in this life, I swear.”
He smiles at you. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”
You giggle sadly, nodding. “I love you too, Finnick. I love you, now and forever.”
The next day would be the Reaping, and soon, the Third Quarter Quell. You were going to make sure Finnick got out alive, even if it was at the cost of your own life.
You didn’t know he was thinking the same thing.
next part will be uploaded this Wednesday (and linked in masterlist and the link for next part) (05.10.23)
Authors note: I honestly can’t remember who requested this as I have been working on this for a while now. This is out of my comfort zone for writing, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy and this finds the person who asked for it!
Warning: implied/ suspicion of being roofied, mentions vomiting, cursing
Summary: After getting coffee, you show signs of being roofied. Your big brother, God father, and your firehouse family come to the rescue.
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On your way to the firehouse from school, you dropped by your favorite coffee shop. You’re a frequent customer, coming in once or twice a day, so you knew almost all the staff and most of the usual patrons. Now that you think about it, it’s very rare for you to see anyone that isn’t a regular. You intended to make the stop quickly, seeing as the snow was coming down heavier by the minute. Many of the roads were already thoroughly frozen over as the unexpected snow storm came into Chicago. You ran into the bathroom quickly, leaving your bag at the counter after ordering your drink.
Once you emerged, you thanked the cashier, taking your bag and coffee before heading out the door. By the time you reached the firehouse, a few blocks away, you had just began taking long swigs your coffee as it finally cooled enough not to scald your tongue. You separated from the group that you joined, waving at a few familiar faces that walked into the apartments across the street as you made your way into the firehouse. What you failed to realize was the stranger, who had to be at least in his mid-twenties, who had followed your little group to the intersection.
You greeted your god father and the rest of Squad, who was sitting at the table cleaning tools as they waited for a call. You hugged everyone, getting a kiss on your temple from Kelly, before retreating into the much warmer firehouse. Though Kelly had on a couple heaters in the bay, the chill still seemed to leak in.
As you made your way into the common room, you began to feel lightheaded. You smiled and greeted everyone, acting like nothing was wrong as you made your way into the kitchen. At this point, you had consumed most of your coffee, so you figured you were either dehydrated or overheated, so you made a beeline for a bottle of water. You pulled one out of the fridge and attempted to open it when Matt came in.
“Hey sis. Need some help there?” Matt asked, slightly teasing but also slightly concerned. You could always open things on your own and joked that you didn’t need a man’s help. When you nodded, Matt went to take the bottle, but you dropped it.
You bent down to pick it up, only to pop back up and black out, falling straight into Matt. You could hear the commotion that your little scene made, feel Matt lower you to the ground, and heard multiple voices calling your name. Upon opening your eyes, everything looked hazy.
Matt was cradling you in his arms, leaning into your line of sight. “Y/n. Hey. Talk to me. Can you hear me?” Matt kept asking, looking around at your family in search of Sylvie or Violet before coming back to meet your eyes.
You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes as you tried to focus on anything at all. You heard running footsteps before Kelly and Sylvie came into your line of sight.
“What happened?” Brett questioned, immediately helping Kelly shed your coat and cut your shirt open before hooking you up to the portable monitor that Kelly had grabbed from her when they ran in.
“She just collapsed.” Matt said, holding you up slightly in his arms.
Kelly reached a hand up, brushing your hair back as he checked for a fever. “No fever. What’s wrong squirt?” Kelly asked, swiping your flyaways back and out of your eyes.
“Tired and dizzy. Don’t feel good.” You slurred, clutching your eyes shut as the slight movement Matt made had your head swimming.
“When did this start?” Sylvie asked, continuing to check you over.
“Just now.” You said, reaching for Kelly to find some sort of stability. “What is happening? Help me.” You whimpered, squeezing the hand Kelly took in his.
“Shhhh. Just relax.” Kelly soothed, running a hand over your forehead.
“What’s going on?” You heard the Chief ask, walking into the common room with some news only to be met with a whole other situation.
“She just collapsed. Something’s wrong.” Hermann answered, motioning to you still laid in Matt’s arms as Sylvie tended to you and Kelly helped attempt to sooth your shaking form.
“Well, I came to tell everyone that we have been grounded. Nobody leaves until we get the all clear.” Boden replied. “Can we treat her here Brett?” Boden asked, concerned for his youngest niece.
Brett nodded as she looked between Kelly and Matt who gave her a reassuring look. “We can monitor her here. She doesn’t seem to be in any danger. Her stats are a bit lower than I would like, but I think some fluids could help.” Brett replied, a look of pure concentration on her face.
Kelly quietly cursed as he processed the information. “Brett. I’ve seen this before. I think she’s been drugged.” Kelly said, taking the pin light she then offered to look into your eyes.
Your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the invasion of light. You turned your head and tried to hide it in Matt’s stomach. “Nooo. Please dad. No more. Make her stop.” You moaned, taking the hand Kelly had released and covering your face.
Everyone looked at each other at your words. Your dad has been dead for at least 8 years and you haven’t seen your mom since. Kelly handed the penlight back to Sylvie as Violet nudged her way into the little circle everyone had created around you.
“I’ve got the fluids and the oxygen just incase she has been roofied.” Violet announced, immediately working on getting a line as Matt tried to soothe you. You were moaning and writhing under all the hands that were around you. You were completely unaware of the situation now, only scared that your mom was coming to take you from your dad.
“Sweetheart. It’s alright. It’s Matt. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. I won’t let anything happen.” Matt soothed, wiping your face as tears spilled and mixed with the sweat that was starting to bead on your skin. ”Brett. She’s getting pretty clammy and pale.” Matt said, taking a cloth that Hermann had grabbed to wipe the sweat and tears away.
Brett nodded and looked over your face before making brief eye contact with Matt. “Y/n. Sweetie? Talk to me. How do you feel?” Brett asked, looking at the monitor before moving up toward your head to get in your line of sight.
“Not good. Tummy hurts. Hot and cold.” You slurred, reaching for Matt now that Sylvie wasn’t holding your arm.
Brett nodded and took her stethoscope out. “How’s your breathing? Your vitals are a bit lower than normal, but not dangerous. What do you feel?” Brett asked before she listened to your lungs. They were raspy and sounded strained.
“It’s hard.” You slurred, taking your hand from clutching Matt’s shirt to cover your tummy. “Matty. Don’t feel good.” You whimpered, looking up at your big brother.
Matt cooed and ran his hand through your hair once again. “I know baby. I know. You gonna be sick?” Matt asked, looking at the paramedics and your godfather who was knelt next to your shoulder.
You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. You hate throwing up more than anything in the world. Vomiting is the one thing you are terrified of. Your family scrambled to find anything to use as a receptacle as your face paled further. Matt, ever the big brother, immediately cupped his hands under your chin just incase, but Chief was quick to grab the trash can just next to the door as the two paramedics helped Matt and Kelly roll you onto your side and over the trash can at your first heave.
Some of the firefighters left the room as you got sick, not able to handle the situation. Cruz, Gallo, Hermann, Ritter, Stella and Mouch stayed around to be of any assistance. Kelly and Matt were cooing and murmuring words of comfort as Violet and Sylvie spoke between each other and the Chief held the trash can in place.
“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay. Just get it up.” Kelly encouraged, supporting your back and holding you steady.
“Okay baby. There we go. It’s alright sweetheart. Shhhhh.” Matt whispered, attempting to calm you as you sobbed between heaves. He held the side of your head to keep you stabilized and rubbed between your shoulder blades. “Breathe. You gotta breathe.” Matt reminded you as he heard you struggle to catch your breath.
“Her oxygen is dropping.” Brett muttered to herself and Violet. “Kidd. Go grab some Zofran from the rig. Maybe a couple rounds of epi just to be on the safe side.” Brett ordered, not even looking up at Stella.
“You got it.” Stella hollered, already running out into the apparatus floor.
“Brett?” The Chief said to get her attention. Once Sylvie looked up and made eye contact, he continued. “We still got this?” He asked.
Brett thought for a moment. “Here’s the deal. If her stats drop dramatically, we gotta roll one way or another. Ice storm or no ice storm. I am going to do everything in my power to control this. If I have to use the epi, we will need to get her to med.” Brett explained, giving it to them straight. “Right now, her heart rate is 64, oxygen is 90 and blood pressure is 112/73. If she drops below a heart rate of 50, oxygen of 85, or blood pressure of 90/60, I won’t be equipped to control this situation much longer.”
Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet as they thought and watched the monitor. Kidd wasted no time in gathering her supplies and slid next to Violet, handing her the medications and syringe. Violet was quick to administer the Zofran as Mouch held the bag of fluids up for her to access the line a bit easier.
“Guys. She’s fading.” Kelly warned, feeling you get heavy in his hands. Your tremors ramped up as you slumped back into Kelly’s hands and Matt’s lap.
“Cruz. Go get the squad ready to go. Ritter and Gallo, grab everyone you can to help Cruz get ready. Get snow chains on the squad and get the plow on the buggy. We gotta roll as soon as possible.” The Chief instructed, reaching around the small trash can to push flyaways back from your face and get a good look at you. “She’s out Matt.”
“Kelly, keep her on her side. We gotta keep her in a recovery position. She’s still vomiting a bit.” Brett noted, giving the order as she looked at your face. Your eyes were clenched shut and your face was pinched in pain. Small whimpers escaped as you wheezed and struggled to get good air.
“Shhh sweetheart. It’s okay. We got you. Matty has you.” Matt whispered, helping stabilize your head as Kelly and Brett turned you onto your left side. Matt has always protected you, but he couldn’t stop this.
“We got her man.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the shoulder. “And we have you princess. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly murmured in your ear, rubbing your back.
“Hermann, go grab the backboard for me. We can put her on there to transfer her, but we gotta try to keep her in the recovery position.” Brett instructed, turning to look at your vitals. “We gotta get ready to move. She dropping fast. I’m going to try the epi to see if I can get her heart rate back up.” Brett announced to what was left of your family. “Keep fighting for us sweetie. We gotcha.” Brett muttered, taking the epi from Violet and administered it directly to your Iv.
As soon as Hermann got the back board and filled in the group on the progress being made on the apparatus floor, they began to transfer you. Your heart rate and blood pressure were coming up with the combination of epi and fluids, but your oxygen was staying around 88. The guys were putting on the final pieces of equipment when they got you loaded onto the truck.
“Here. Get this oxygen on her.” Violet instructed Kelly, handing him the mask.
Kelly gently placed the oxygen mask over your face and grabbed his phone while he heard the chief letting dispatch know the situation. Kelly quickly dialed the one person he knew would get you immediate help. “April. I have a situation.” Kelly said as soon as the nurse answered.
“What’s wrong?” April replied.
“Y/n’s been roofied. We are pulling out of the house now. We have her loaded onto the squad with Boden clearing a path. We pushed epi and Zofran and we have her on oxygen and fluids. She isn’t doing too hot. We are gonna need a room and some help when we get there.” Kelly said, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear so that he could help turn you back on your side.
“I’m on it. ETA?” April asked, immediately running around the desk to Maggie and writing ‘Y/n roofied. Trauma 2?’ On a piece of paper as she waited for Kelly’s reply.
“8 minutes. The snows bad.” Kelly replied, looking out the window as the sirens blared and the lights flashed, reflecting off of every surface and every snowflake.
“Got it. Bring her into Trauma 2. Maggie, Will, Nat and I will be waiting for you.” April instructed as she moved to grab supplies and get ready for you.
“Thanks April.” Kelly sighed before hanging up. Then he dialed the one detective he knew he could count on.
“Halstead.” Jay answered, not even bothering to look at his phone before he answered.
“Jay, it’s Kelly. I need your help man.” Kelly said, looking at you in his best friend’s arms.
“What’s up?” Jay replied, turning his full attention to the conversation at hand.
“I’m fairly certain that y/n has been roofied. We are on our way to med right now in the squad. I need you to find the asshole that did this to her. She had a coffee from y/f/cs (your favorite coffee shop), so I would start there.” Kelly informed the detective, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
“The cup still at the station?” Jay asked, standing and grabbing his badge and weapon from his desk as he made his way to tap Hailey’s desk and lead her to Voight’s office.
“Yeah. Be careful man. It’s nasty out here.” Kelly replied. “And thanks. Keep me posted.”
“Right back at you man. Give her our love. We will find this son of a bitch.” Jay reassured before hanging up the phone.
No matter what, you had a family that would never let you down. No snow storm could keep them from getting you help and finding whoever hurt you.
part of a prompt series based on this list of reassurance prompts
prompt: “you’ve got good values”
words: 7.4k
summary:
If someone told twenty-year-old him that he would almost drown in his own love and be at his happiest in rural Texas, near midnight, while planting tree seedlings with the love of his life, TK probably wouldn’t have believed it.
Summary: You feel in need of some relief after a stressful case, and Hotch gives you exactly what you need after the team goes home.
It was a long day for the BAU team who had just returned to Quantico after a three day case in Milwaukee. Seven pairs of tired feet shuffled into the bullpen where everyone settled down at their desks to finish up whatever parts of their reports weren’t done on the jet. You still had a fair bit to do, since you spent most of the flight sleeping. At least you had a second wind now, whereas everyone else was practically falling asleep in their chairs.
Hotch was locked away in his office, oblivious to the goings on downstairs. He was always the last to leave, anyways. The rest of the team lasted for about thirty minutes before they all collectively decided to head home and get some rest, leaving just you and Hotch behind.
For the last few months this was the normal routine for you guys. Hang behind until the rest of the team leaves, then get together in his office or at either one of your apartments, though it was almost always the office. It was purely a transaction of pleasure and nothing more, the two of you were very compatible in the bedroom and didn’t want anything getting in the way of that.
Can you do 46,52 and 53 on the prompt list please?
Unleashed escapade
Word count: 1.5k
Warning: smut, pet names, drunk, slight noncon, very fluffy ending with aftercare
A/N: Uhh, Ash, the combination is juicy!!!!
Prompts: 46. Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.
52. “You know daddy will always stop if you need him to, but what if one day daddy decided not to? You wouldn’t be able to do anything would you?”
53. Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?
"There she goes again!" Rossi grinned from his seat next to Aaron at the table, watching you wander off in your inebriated state of mind. Your wide stance and poor coordination of your feet made you look like Bambi trying to stand upright on the iced-over lake, as you approached the sitting group of large strangers.
There was no sign of the rest of the team, whom you'd jumped out on the dance floor with.
"Certainly not!" Aaron bounced up from his stool, quickly grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you back to the table with an apologetic glance at the strangers. They were bikers he noticed, the leather outfits completed by their patches.
"Hey!" You whined at him, feeling yourself being pulled down on his lap, and his arms locking themselves around your frame. "Let me up." You struggled in his strong grip, trying to pry it off you in an attempt to get back to what you'd previously been on a mission to do, get to know new people.
"No, sit still. Gonna sit here with Dave and me for a moment and sober up a bit, then I'm taking you home before I have to make you a leash kid." Aaron joked, seeing your eyes widen at the soft threat. Your head whipped back when you heard Rossi laugh at the comment, unable to contain himself.
"Could you imagine having to drag her around like that on cases?" He snorted, having had one too many to drink as well. Aaron smiled at the gesture, imagining what that would look like. The power he'd have over you. The power he already had, just with one simple look.
"I guess it would be amusing. At least she wouldn't get into trouble." He chuckled, feeling you nuzzle against his chest, finally having settled down a bit.
"I'm still here you know." You whined, having heard their conversation. "I don't want it." You pouted, trying to cross your arms over your chest, but your hands were trapped.
"Oh, but I think you do," Aaron murmured into your ear, watching your head perk up from under his chin. "Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to." He smirked, you started squirming around in his lap at the comment, trying to get some friction.
"It's been nice tonight. Say goodbye to the others from us when they decide to come back. (Y/N)'s not feeling so well. I'm taking her home." Aaron announced, finally letting you up, helping you into your jacket, and walking you out of the bar.
The car ride home was mostly silent, except for the few whines you emitted at Aaron, wanting him to stop focusing on getting you safely home and just touch you. He'd placed his hand like a clamp on your thigh, squeezing it every now and then as a warning to stop being a brat.
Once inside you started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, your fingers unable to release his mighty chest. Aaron grabbed your hands, gently backing you against the wall, his knee lodged between your legs, spreading them just enough for you to start rubbing up against him.
"Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?" He hovered his lips over yours, watching you grind down on his thigh trying to get yourself off, soft whimpers and moans fell from your throat, dripping like sweet sweet honey to his ears.
"Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, show you who you belong to." He moaned, locking your lips in a kiss. His tongue swiped against your lower lip, making you moan out and letting his muscle enter your mouth and stroke your own with small laps of kitten licks.
With a few taps to your bottom, you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso and never breaking the kiss. Aaron threw you down on the bed, crawling on top of you as he started peeling the sleek, tight hugging dress from your body. Releasing your curves for his viewing only.
Your hands once again came to fumble with his buttons, trying to get them open. Aaron sensed your desperation with your frustrated whine, gently pushing your hands towards his belt and letting them hook against the band, while he unbuttoned his shirt.
Aaron helped you pull his pants and underwear off the rest of the way, launching them to the pile already resting neatly on the ground next to the bed.
Lining his cock with your entrance, he teased you with the head, pushing it in a bit only to pull out of you again.
"So needy." He breathed out at your whimpers, your hands coming up to claw at his back, trying to draw him closer to you, to make him sink into the cavern of your pussy.
“You know daddy will always stop if you need him to, but what if one day daddy decided not to? You wouldn’t be able to do anything would you?” Aaron smirked down at you, slowly pushing further inside of you, seeing your dark lust-blown pupils staring up at him in anticipation. "There's not a single thought behind those eyes, huh?" He cooed, cupping your face with his hand. You nuzzled your head into his touch, making Aaron smile at the state he'd already gotten you in.
"Move please." You whined out, not having sensed a single word he'd said previously, too caught up in your own pleasure to register his words. Aaron started bucking his hips against you, the sound of smacking flesh getting louder as his thrusts grew harder and harder.
"Baby, you know Daddy's in charge and sets the pace." He tutted with a slight shake to his head, taunting you with the fact that he was the only one who'd be able to make you feel as good as you wanted and needed.
"Please, daddy." You blubbered, trying to match his jerks by bucking your hips up against him. Sucking in a sharp breath, Aaron lost his control, starting to rut against your core. The head of his cock brushed against your core with every thrust, pushing deep inside of you.
You started feeling the fire burn in your abdomen, your hips jerking at the immense amount of pleasure given to you. Aaron leaned his head down, sucking at your lip before taking the lower one in between his teeth with a teasing tug, hearing your quivering pants made his cock twitch within your ribbed walls.
"That's it, that's a good girl for Daddy." He coached, feeling your muscles tighten around his sensitive member in an attempt to milk him of every last drop of his seed. He enjoyed the way you responded to his words.
With a strangled moan you came undone beneath him, your eyes rolling back in your head and back arching off the sheets. Aaron fucked you through the electric aftershocks making your walls convulse around him.
Aaron let out a grunt, releasing his salty liquid gold, staying locked within the walls of your pussy as he let out a few huffs trying to catch his breath. The sweat dripped from him.
He collapsed on top of you, pulling his softening cock out of you accompanied by your protesting whines.
"I know, I'm a big bad wolf. We have to get you cleaned up." Aaron whined back at you in a mocking tone, rolling out of the bed. He scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You were placed on the sink, watching Aaron turn on the tub with a yawn on your lips. "Someone's tired, huh?" He stepped in between your legs, letting you bury your head in the crook of his neck, while your hands wrapped around his frame and tangled themselves at the roots of his hair. You just nodded against his skin, making him smile as he wrapped his arms around you, helping you into the tub, placed in his lap
Aaron got to work, softly lathering your body with soap, massaging the shampoo into your hair. But most importantly, he carefully cleaned you between your legs, cooing at you as you whimpered at his touch against the sensitive area.
"So good for me." He murmured, feeling your body go limp against his body as you slowly started falling asleep. With you hogging up most of his body, Aaron managed to clean himself up as well. It was a struggle getting you both out of the tub and toweled off, but he managed.
Aaron sat you down on the bed, rummaging through your closet for something to wear. He smiled when he noticed the academy shirt hanging on your side, the one you'd stolen from him way back when. He swiftly got you dressed in it, along with a pair of panties, before he nestled the both of you under the sheets. Your body wrapping itself around his, feeling the need to be close to him.
"Yours." You softly muttered against his chest, rubbing your cheek against him. Aaron beamed at your display of affection towards him, hugging you closer.
"Maybe we should get you that collar after all." He sighed, closing his eyes.
"I'd like that." You fell asleep with a smile on your lips.
A/N: Okay, this has honestly been a thought stuck in the back of my head for weeks and I haven’t had the motivation to write it, since it initially started out as cock warming him while he worked in his office. But like I’m a hoe for the concept of falling asleep with a dick in your mouth so it was inevitable that I would write it eventually.
Also massive thanks to @seeyalaterinnovator for letting me blab about how much I want this to happen to me with Hotch too.
It might also have made me *ahem* Horny *ahem* to the point where I had to take a ✨break✨ and handle things. 😉
IN THE FIFTH GIF HE PATS THE CUPS WITH HIS LITTLE PAWS TO MAKE SURE IT’S IN. BRB, DYING.
ARE YOU KIDDING? LOOK AT THE 7TH GIF HOW HE JUST HANDS THE CUPS TO THE PERSON AND IS LIKE, “HERE HUMAN, YOUR FEEBLE TASK FOR ME IS COMPLETE. NOW LEAVE US BE.”
