F - fluff S - smut A - angst
♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines and drabbles
last updated - 23/05/2026
⤷ fic count - 30
@aphroditelovesu ——————————
☆ soft yandere!finnick odair x female!reader | A.
@asterias-record-shop ——————————
♡ in our next life | F. S. A.
⤷ 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.
@auroralwriting ——————————
☆ just breathe | F.
⤷ your stylist must hate you, putting you into a corset so tight. thank god finnick odair is there to save you
☆ watchful eyes | F.
⤷ when it feels like the weight of the capitol is drowning you, finnick is there to keep you afloat
@daisyjonesgf ——————————
♡ midnight rain | F. A.
⤷ finnick had pulled the plug on your relationship long ago, when he could no longer keep from you what he'd been forced into. but after you've returned victorious from your games, he knows you need him as the nightmares come for you each time you close your eyes.
⤷ [ part 2 ]
♡ the lakes | F. A.
⤷ it's supposed to be over, you and finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.
⤷ [ part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 ]
♡ the river | F. A.
⤷ the capitol has taken you away from finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back
⤷ [ part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 ]
@ellecdc ——————————
☆ dad!finnick odair x pregnant!reader | F.
⤷ who's daughter throws a fit
☆ matched | F. A.
⤷ finnick odair x fem!victor!reader who are constantly introduced to each other
@fangirlingalittletoohard ——————————
☆ ageing | F. S.
⤷ it's a few years after the rebellion. finnick is ageing like a fine wine, but can't seem to get past the fact that he no longer looks like he did in his early twenties. you make it your mission to convince him of how utterly obsessed you are with his body.
@francixoxoxo ——————————
☆ moon on the rise | F.
⤷ you and finnick wake up to take care of your daughter when she cries in the middle of the night.
@hyperfixationstati0n ——————————
◇ finnick odair being a sweetheart during your pregnancy
@leviathanspain ——————————
☆ watercolor eyes | F. A.
⤷ you didn’t think you would ever see those watercolor eyes again…
☆ devotion | F.
⤷ you would’ve died without him, and now he’s all you can think of
☆ my body is a cage | F.
⤷ his focus was protecting katniss, but he sleeps with an eye open as long as you’re still out there...
☆ the pretender | F.
⤷ being reaped from the victor’s pool changed your life in more ways than you imagined
☆ i love you more than i can ever scream | F. A.
⤷ you wonder if finnick’s sacrifice was truly worth it
☆ someday | F. A.
⤷ some promises are meant to be broken.
☆ weightless | F. A.
⤷ imagine where in training katniss makes the reader angry and the reader attacks her and finnick and the other tributes calm her down
☆ i was all over her | F. S.
⤷ the night air bit at your skin. your cheeks were hot and your hair stuck to your skin as you left the inside of the party. the celebration of peeta and katniss’ win was surprisingly amazing news, but it left you riddled with rage and sadness. you could’ve saved him, you could’ve saved yourself from the memories.
☆ tear you apart | F. A.
⤷ finnick was more than just yours
@morganwrites12672 ——————————
☆ finnick odair x hawthorne!reader | F.
⤷ being stuck in district 13 has been nothing but a living hell. your boyfriend makes it more bearable for you. now, your brother on the other hand...
@mx-pastelwriting ——————————
☆ wait for you | F.
⤷ rescued from the capital you reunite with finnick.
@mysadcorner ——————————
◇ finnick odair dating headcanons
@queuestarter ——————————
☆ altered | F. A.
⤷ pregnant reader in the quarter quell
@reesereadsalot ——————————
♡ facing the arena | F. S. A.
⤷ your 7 months pregnant with finnicks baby. when your the happiest you were in your life, your whole world comes crashing down. you were reaped for the 3rd quarter quell.
@s0urw00lf ——————————
☆ all in time | F. A.
⤷ finnick is on a mission to convince the world you aren’t what they think
☆ dad finnick | F.
⤷ literally just finnick being the cutest dad
@targaryenluvs ——————————
☆ want and desire | A.
⤷ you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but it seems your fate had been signed as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard you tried.
@thisisourlovestory ——————————
♡ safe and sound | F. A.
⤷ you are a victor from district 4. the quarter quell has just been announced. how will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.
Angst factor for this is thru the roof! And guess what? It's a series! I'm thinking this is going to have at least 3 parts. Masterlist
Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.
WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), eventual smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker! Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC.
Chapter 1:
“I'm going home, find some other dumb whore to fuck.” You spat, flipping the blankets off your body and making to get out of the platinum blonde’s bed.
“Darling, don't be rash. Come back to bed.” Coriolanus told you, reaching his long arm out and wrapping his large hand around your wrist before you could truly move away from the bed.
“Come back to bed after you just told me that you're going to marry Livia Cardew?!” You screamed at him, feeling like you wanted to yank his pretty platinum blond curls right out of his head. “Are you nuts, Coriolanus?”
The man, whose beauty rivaled that of the Roman and Greek gods, narrowed his baby blues at you. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he told you, “Stop overreacting, darling. It's an arranged marriage that doesn't mean anything.”
You arched a brow and tilted your head at him. “Oh, so that's supposed to make me feel better? Make everything okay?” You sarcastically asked, yanking your arm out of his grasp and flying out of his bed.
His king sized bed with the luxurious crimson satin sheets that you'll never inhabit again.
“Y/N-” Coriolanus began, only for you to loudly cut him off with a shriek of, “Don't, Coriolanus. Don't say a fucking word to me.” Shaking your head, you ironically scoffed, “I should've seen this coming. After all these years of sneaking around with you, I should've known that you'd pick some rich bitch to marry and have a family with.” Gathering your clothes, that were scattered all over the room, you heartbrokenly spat, “Not your poor neighbor girl that's only good for a good fuck whenever you're bored or need to get some pent up aggression out.”
“You're not-” Coriolanus began, icy blue eyes softening with an unchecked emotion (perhaps guilt?), as he watched you toss your things on the white rose upholstered bench at the foot of his bed.
“I love you, Coriolanus.” You softly sighed, barely loud enough for him to hear, while tossing your ruined lace panties at him. What use were the lacey things all torn to shreds?
Not much.
You grabbed your matching lace bra, quickly putting it on, while muttering, "I foolishly fell in love with you and you don't give a shit about me.” You’re on the verge of tears as you grab your dress. While pulling on your dress, you sadly sighed, “Never did and never will, but I guess I was hoping that maybe you would, but I was such a dumbass.”
Your words hit Coriolanus hard, like a 2x4 in the head hard. He never knew that you felt like this. Crawling over to the end of the bed, causing his pure white silk duvet to pool and crinkle around him, he reached out and took your hand in his before you could turn away to grab your heels. He looked at your face, silently willing you to look into his icy blue eyes (but you refused to give him the satisfaction- that manipulative fuck).
But maybe if you would've looked at his eyes you would've seen that they weren't gleaming or shining. That his icy blue eyes were dead and empty, like those of a shark.
Giving up on you looking at him, the platinum blonde man (who had his political dreams within reach) began to tell you in a velvety tone, “My darling rose, you’re not a dumbass. I'm sorry you're hurt, but-'”
But before he could continue his lies (Are they lies? Who knows, but you think they are.) you cut him off with, “Don't even finish your sentence. Just shut the fuck up and let me leave with whatever little piece of dignity I have left.”, while forcefully yanking your hand out of his.
“I won't shut the fuck up because I don't want you to leave.” Coriolanus told you, scrambling out of the bed, his long legs nearly tripping him as he chased after you.
You’re grabbing your heels as he tries to reason with you. “Announcing my engagement with Livia and marrying her is so I can gain political allies and power. It has nothing to do with love, in fact I hate her.” While sliding on your black kitten heels, a pricey designer pair with red sole bottoms- a gift from him (probably for your services…), he placed one of his large calloused hands on your shoulder. Coriolanus’ baritone was softer than usual as he revealed, “I want to be with you.”
“You don't want to be with me, you just want me as your mistress so you can have your kinky fucks.” You told him, pushing his hand off of your shoulder. Marching over to his dresser and grabbing your bag (some imported designer leather tote bag- dyed a deep shade of crimson- he gave you, most likely because you let him do whatever he wants to you between the sheets), you told him the blunt truth of, “You don't love me and I'm not going to stick by your side as your mistress.” Shouldering your bag, that matched the color of the manicure you just had done (which he insisted on paying for), you declared, “I deserve somebody to love me with their whole heart, not just their dick, so I'm leaving and never coming back.”
“Please, don't leave.” You heard him say as you walked out of his room.
“Please, baby, don't leave me!” He frantically begged, his voice a loud shout, as he followed you down the hall in a run. Barefeet loudly slapping against the marble floor, sounding almost ominous.
Thank goodness his Grandma’am's hearing was starting to go bad, otherwise she'd be waking up and seeing one hell of a show. Also, thank goodness Tigress moved out years ago, otherwise she'd be a witness to a messy breakup.
A breakup that was long overdue.
You ignored him, only to power walk to the main entrance of the penthouse. You were almost to the door whenever you felt his cold, long fingers wrap around your wrist like an octopus’ tentacles.
“Please, stay the night. We can discuss this in the morning, just-just don't leave me, little dove.” You heard him beg, sounding so unlike his confident self.
A part of you wanted to give in; turn around and melt into his arms. But another part of you, the part that has grown up with Coriolanus and has seen him manipulate everyone around him knew that he was just saying whatever he has to in order to pull your puppet strings; make you stay.
You decided not to turn around, not to give into him. Instead you roughly pulled yourself free of his hold and walked out the door.
You knew that the platinum blonde wouldn't dare follow you, since running after you naked with his well hung junk swinging in the wind would be scandalous.
Unknown to you, after you walked out the door and slammed it shut in his face, Coriolanus quickly ran to his room and tossed on his diagarded pants and shirt from the evening. He ran out the door, barefoot and still buttoning up his wrinkled shirt, in hopes of catching you in the lobby.
Since you were in the only elevator the building has, he ran down the 12 flights of exquisite marble stairs to reach the lobby. Nearly slipping and busting his ass a couple of times too.
But when he reached the lobby it was too late, you were getting into the back of a cab you hailed. As Coriolanus ran to the door of the lobby, he felt his cold, dead, black, too small of a heart shatter into a million pieces as he watched you close the cab’s door with tears shining like diamonds in your eyes.
Seeing you crying in the back of the cab while leaving him, something he knew that neither of you wanted, made him determined to get you back.
If he thought that Lucy Gray betraying and leaving him hurt, well you leaving him because you felt that he couldn't reciprocate your feelings of love (because he was going to have an arranged marriage with Livia Cardew for political reasons) gutted him. Made him feel like he wanted to die.
Coriolanus wanted you; he always has. It's why you've been together, on-off, since your freshman year at the Academy.
He has to woo you back. He just has to.
Because the thought of you moving on with another man just doesn't sit right with him.
It doesn't matter that Coriolanus’ engagement with Livia Cardew will be publicly announced soon, he needs you back.
He can't have another bird of his flying away, can he?
Ending your decade long on-off situationship with the Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow hurt. Oh gods, it hurt so fucking bad! You felt like you’re just going thru the motions everyday after the breakup. Like you’re just surviving, not truly living, since you’re so sad.
So heartbroken.
And what hurts the most was that, even tho you knew you could never truly be with him, you still love him.
And you'll probably always love him in a way, even tho he'll never love you. Because he's your first love; they say you never forget your first love. That you'll always have a special spot on your heart carved out just for them.
So when you saw the engagement announcement for Livia Cardew and Coriolanus Snow in the social pages of the newspaper, you thought you were going to be sick.
The picture used for the announcement was professionally done; made the newly engaged couple look so lovely together. It made you sad to say, but they did make quite a match.
Two golden lions, regal with the world at their feet. Their blonde hair, her's a dirty golden shade and his a near white platinum blonde, styled impeccably set off their beauty. A beauty that was showcased in matching black outfits, hers a black tea dress with flowing sleeves and his a 3-piece suit with a red/black striped tie.
They looked every bit a couple of the old guard. A couple worthy of money, glory, and power. You're positive that Grandma'am’s proud of him.
If only you knew how she really felt. How Grandma'am Snow always thought that it'd be you and her grandson posting an engagement announcement in the social section of the newspaper. How she's so disappointed at Coriolanus for picking a heinous bitch instead of you, a girl who's soul reminds her so much of her beloved late daughter-in-law (Coriolanus' mother).
Then you couldn't help, but think that maybe Livia’s better for Coriolanus. Better than you are for him. Maybe he'd be happier with her than with you. After all, she came with the largest bank of Panem attached to her name and you came with nothing. You had no money or jewels to offer, just yourself.
And you weren't good enough for him.
Coriolanus Snow always craved power, wealth, and prestige. None of which you could offer him. None of which you gave a shit about.
All you wanted was to be loved, but he couldn't do that for you. All the cold hearted schemer could do was buy you fancy, luxurious, expensive things.
You had no idea that gifting was his love language. That he enjoyed seeing your face light up when he presented you with some gift that you'd never be able to afford on your own. He got pleasure out of spoiling you; taking care of you.
Unfortunately for him, you’re tired of being a kept woman. You don't want him to buy you a bunch of high end things. You want him and since he can't give you his love, you left. You decided to move on.
Which is why you blocked his number, because you had to move on and find somebody that you would be more than enough for. And you couldn't do that with him blowing up your phone constantly. You also started looking for a new apartment, because you couldn't keep having him dropping off roses at your doorstep all the time.
And since your mother to lived on the 8th floor of Corso apartment the Snow penthouse was in, it was a chore to avoid Coriolanus. So, to avoid any drama with him, you had to find a new apartment. You mother agreed; told you that to make a clean break you needed to leave the area. Move on from the part of town you were raised in; lived in.
You needed to fly on your own wings.
At least your job on the marketing team for Odair Luxury Cruises was safe from him. And that job did come with a sweet perk of allowing employees the opportunity of affordable housing in a select few luxury apartments near the downtown Capitol office building the company was headquartered in.
So at least your apartment hunting wouldn't be too hard.
You were right, your apartment hunt wasn't hard at all. In fact, due to your employment at Odair Luxury Cruises, you were able to secure yourself a 4th floor apartment at the Luxe, right in the bustling downtown of Capitol City, Panem.
Apartment #455 to be exact.
It was a lovely apartment with a courtyard view. It had 9 foot ceilings and white kitchen cabinetry in what could only be a top of the line kitchen. The open layout of the kitchen and living space has a modern feel to it. The lone bedroom in the apartment was very spacious and even had a walk-in closet; the apartment had a small study as well.
It was definitely an upgrade from your mother's apartment, which was nice due to the Plinths fixing it up after buying the building and moving onto the 11th floor roughly 4 years ago. (Unknown to you, Strabo Plinth did the bare minimum repairs to your mother's apartment and furnished it because Coriolanus asked him -more like nagged him- to.)
You're Luxe apartment wasn't as lavish as the Corso penthouse Coriolanus shares with his Grandma’am (the same penthouse he used to bring you to for all of those booty calls over the years) but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you thought your new apartment was amazing.
And after moving in, you stopped receiving roses at your doorstep. Thank the gods. But since your new building had a doorman, you knew that was the reason you didn't have any more stalkery type floral arrangements waiting for you at your threshold.
And roughly a week or so after moving into your new place, you met your neighbor from across the hall.
#454
It was a typical morning, you had a travel mug of coffee in your hand and was dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and blouse (of course you're wearing those damn kitten heels he who shall not be named- as your older brother’s girlfriend calls your ex-fling of sorts- got you.) as you stepped out into the hallway of your apartment. Usually you never saw your neighbor across the hall, but this morning he rushed out the door- his shaggy bronze hair rustling around his shoulders- and his stunning sea-green eyes locked onto yours.
“Why, you must be new. I've never seen you before.” The tall and extremely handsome man smiles flirtatiously at you. Crossing the hall, to stand in front of you, he introduced himself. “Name’s Odysseus Odair.” Doing a little bow, he smiled a bit too brightly, “The pleasure’s all mine, my abalone pearl.”
Holy shit, is the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises your neighbor and flirting with you right now? No. No, it couldn't be. This has to be a dream.
Except it's not a dream and the heir to a large cruise company in District 4 that's based in the Capitol is really your flirty and handsome neighbor.
“You're Poseidon Odair’s son, heir to Odair Luxury Cruises?” Was all you could manage to get out.
“Yes, that's me, but your name would've worked better for your part of the introduction.” He laughed, the sound similar to the kree-ar call a seagull makes. Shaking his head, causing his bronze hair to skirt around his collared dress shirt (which has a few of the buttons undone to show off his tan and toned chest) he teased, “Usually that's how introductions work, pretty pearl, cause I already know who I am and want to know who you are.”
“I'm Y/N Halvir; I only know who you are because I work in the marketing department for your father's company.”
“Yes, your name sounds familiar.” Odysseus nods with a bright, closed lip smile that makes his cheeks dimple. “You need a ride to the office? I was heading there myself.”
You shook your head, quickly turning down his offer. “Oh, no, I don't want to bother you.”
“Oh, trust me, you won't be a bother.” He said with a flirty glint in his sea-green eyes. “In fact, we’ll go to the corner cafe; get some coffee, donuts, and call it our first date.”
You couldn't help, but giggle at his proposition. He couldn't be serious, could he?
But the way his sunshine like smile was aimed towards you made you realize that he was serious.
Which is why you smiled back and said, “Okay, let's have our first date before work.”
Holding his arm out, like a gentleman, Odysseus winked. “I'll even take you out tonight for seafood.” A sultry look appeared in his eyes as he told you, “I’ll make sure that the dessert's a mouthwatering, delicious one for our second date.”
Odysseus' innuendo didn't go unnoticed by you. And after everything you've been thru with Coriolanus, along with being single for roughly a month now, you decided that it was time to stop pouting over somebody that doesn't give a shit about you.
That it was time to let somebody new have a chance at loving you.
“That sounds like a plan.” You smiled, walking down the hallway arm in arm with the tall bronze man that was sculpted like a Greek god of old. “I'll make sure to wear a nice dress for the occasion.”
“Yes, please do. Even if I'm not one for dressing up, the place I'm taking you to does have a dress code.”
“A dress code similar to Avelina's?” You asked, assuming that whatever fancy seafood place Odysseus was taking you too would be similar in fashion sense to the restaurant Coriolanus took you to every year for your birthday, once you turned 19. (Would've been nice to go there more than once a year, but you figured your ex was just too embarrassed to be seen out in public with you too much since you weren't off the same pedigree as him).
“Ugh, I hate that place. It's so stuffy; reeks of old money.” Odysseus complained as the elevator came into view. Shaking his head, he explained, “Ocean Prime's not a black tie affair dress code, like Avelina's, but more of a nice cocktail dress and button up type of dress code.” Coming to a stop at the elevator bank, he pressed the call button for it and asked, “Do you own the classic little black dress? If so, it'd be perfect for dinner tonight.”
Nodding, you simply told him, “I own one.”
And you only owned one because all of the cocktail dresses you owned were commissioned by Coriolanus- for his cousin Tigris to design and make- and they were all various shades of white, red, and pink. You only had one little black dress because you had bought it yourself, with your own hard earned money, off of a clearance rack. It wasn't anything fancy and you never wore it, since Coriolanus always wanted you to match him if and when he took you somewhere.
So, tonight your little black dress will finally get worn. Worn for your second date with a man who seems warm like sunshine with sea-green eyes that twinkle dreamily.
It's been nearly a month since you left Coriolanus and he's not taking it too well. He never thought that you'd truly leave him. He always just assumed that you'd be there.
He knows now that he took you for granted. It's something that he regrets everyday, whether he admits it or not.
And what gnaws at Coriolanus is how you ignored every single attempt he made to win you back. Blocking his number and moving to a new apartment, in his opinion, was an extreme way to avoid him.
Your bitch of a mother, who smoked more than a chimney and drank more than a fish, refused to give Coriolanus your new number. She also refused to tell him your new address. He literally had to pay off somebody in the HR department of Odair Luxury Cruises to get him your new info. Which turned out to be useless since the doorman at the Luxe apartments was very strict when it came to adhering to the wishes of the residents when it came to who was and wasn't allowed to visit or leave things for them and wouldn't let him pass the door. Even when he flashed a large wad of cash at the man, he still refused to budge.
Ugh, moral people were the boil on Coriolanus' ass.
Coriolanus was tempted to just show up and corner you at work, but he ended up deciding against it. But only because he had political ambitions and didn't want a scene to be caused (one that he feels you would cause) that could be damning to his image.
He was sacrificing so much for his political dreams. Listening to Strabo Plinth and getting engaged to Livia Cardew, to gain more wealth and some political goals. Because if he couldn't become a Senator and, of course, after that the President of Panem then wouldn't his greatest sacrifice- his loss of you, be all for nothing?
One afternoon Coriolanus was neck deep in work, but he found himself staring at a framed picture on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you. One that was taken at the Yule Ball during Senior year at the University. It was his favorite picture of the two of you, which is why he has it framed on his desk.
But before he could get lost in the memory of that night, a knock sounded at his office door. Tearing his gaze off of the picture frame, he looked up to the door and simply said, “Come in.”
“Sir, your fiance's here to see you.” Coriolanus' personal secretary, a middle-aged woman who's hot pink lipstick matched her pixie cut, informed him while walking into the office.
“About what, Marge?” Asked Coriolanus while blinking his eyes- attempting to soothe the pain in them from the hot pink overload he was experiencing.
His corneas couldn't handle looking at his secretary’s hot pink paisley print dress since it made her hair stand out more. He also tried not to stare at his employee too rudely while noticing her fuchsia dyed eyebrows and matching pink mascara- that oddly framed a natural eyelid.
Averting his eyes back to his computer, (*cough* his framed picture of you *cough*) Coriolanus told Marge, “I'm busy; I don't have time to deal with her petty antics today.”
“I know that, Sir. I even told Miss Cardew that you're very busy planning the upcoming games, but she wouldn't hear it. She's demanding that I buzz her in; let her see you.”
“Well, don't.” Coriolanus told his secretary because the last thing he wanted to do was talk to his fiance, Livia Cardew.
Gods, how he hated that woman.
“What do you want me to tell her then, Sir?” Marge asked.
“That I'm in a meeting and can't see her at the moment.”
“Okay, but what kind of meeting?” The secretary asked, knowing full well that the dirty blonde Tasmanian devil of a woman out in the lobby would ream her out if she didn't have any details to give her. Saying in a meeting wouldn't suffice that shrew.
“Tell her I'm networking with somebody about the mass installation of mandatory TVs in the districts.” The cold, callous, platinum blonde man said without skipping a beat.
“I thought you successfully had that meeting yesterday?” The secretary asked in a tone that implied she knew her boss was a cunning piece of shit.
“I did, but she doesn't know that.” Coriolanus smirked.
“No, I suppose she doesn't.” Marge giggled. A giddy look took over the middle aged woman's face as she told her boss, “I saw Miss Halvir last night at Ocean’s Prime. It's a seafood restaurant.”
“What's she doing there? She can't afford it with what she makes working in the marketing department of that District 4 based cruise line.” Coriolanus scoffed. Giving his personal secretary a curious look, he asked, “And what were you doing there? I know you can't afford a place like that either.”
Marge fought hard to keep herself from rolling her fuschia framed eyes at Mr. Snow's offhand remarks about money. What both she and you couldn't afford. With a fake and forced smile, she told the imposing platinum blonde, “I was there because my daughter and her partner just celebrated their one year anniversary; the reason for Miss Halvir being there was that she was out on a date.”
“A DATE?!” Coriolanus asked in a loud roar.
A date. How dare you go out on a date. You're not supposed to be going out on dates. You're supposed to be his.
Despite being separated for nearly a month, you still belong to him. Hell, he took your virginity when you both were green kids at the Academy. As far as he's concerned, he owns your pussy.
“Yes, a date.” The bright pink-haired secretary confirmed before telling her boss, “With Odysseus Odair, the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Coriolanus loudly cursed, his icy blue eyes blazing with white hot anger.
You went out on a date to some high priced seafood (Since when did you eat seafood, other than those oysters rockefeller appetizers he orders for you two when he takes you to Avelina's for your birthday?) restaurant with Odair- the biggest manwhore in all of the Capitol!
What the hell's wrong with you? You accuse him of not loving you, of just wanting you for kinky sexy, but here you are going out on a date with Odysseus Odair. The biggest fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy in the Capitol. Hell, probably in all of Panem.
Marge was taken aback by her boss's reaction to finding out that you were on a date with Odysseus Odair the previous night. The middle-aged woman's never seen the cold and collective head gamemaker lose control before. And she didn't know how to deal with it.
All she wanted to do was spread some juicy gossip and to maybe tip him off that the Odair heir might be bringing a plus one to his upcoming engagement party; one that he's well acquainted with. Marge certainly wasn't expecting Coriolanus to start flipping his shit.
But what Marge didn't know was that Coriolanus is pea green with envy. That he wants to destroy Odysseus Odair because he's with you.
The woman that he's in love with, even if he won't allow himself to admit his feelings. Because he vowed to never ever fall in love after everything that transpired between him and Lucy Gray that summer he served as a peacekeeper in 12.
But love is something that can't be controlled. And that's something Coriolanus will learn first hand as he does everything in his power to get you back. To win you away from one Odysseus Odair, the bane of his existence.
A/N: I'm sorry if the representation of menstruation in this story doesn't match your personal experience, normally my fics are created from thoughts I have myself. My first language is not English, so if there is an error I would appreciate it if you could tell me <3
Second day waking up in sheets completely stained with blood. Cursing yourself for not having put darker colored sheets, gray wasn't enough, it seemed.
Normally when you're on your period all you want to do is literally do nothing. You just get up, eat whatever you have in the refrigerator for breakfast, sleep or watch a movie until lunchtime arrives, order something to eat and continue watching series and movies while eating chocolate.
Definitely everything you wanted. But not today. Finnick had invited you for a morning walk for over a week. Apparently he bought you some gifts.
Finnick is too sweet to cancel his plans. So you started to get ready, starting with a hot shower to dull the pain, or at least that's what you wanted because it turned out to be completely useless.
Getting out of the shower you start dressing with the first thing you packed. Of course, you didn't expect to finish dressing, look in the mirror and completely beg for your reflection.
What was the point of showering and getting ready if the result would still be negative?
You hated thinking like that, inside you knew that it was part of the symptoms of menstruation but...what if it wasn't?
Maybe if you looked bad, maybe those clothes didn't flatter you, or maybe the makeup was too little and didn't cover all your imperfections.
How the fuck could you see your boyfriend looking so bad?
First of all, how the fuck would he want to see you looking like that?
Normally you would keep thinking about it, over and over again until you destroy yourself. But not today. It was probably already late, there was no time to overthink. So you decided to look for other clothes.
But there wasn't. There were no clothes that fit you well, there were no clothes that could make your body look like the body you want to have, there are no clothes that can cover those details that you hate so much.
Some tears began to leak from your eyes, you tried to hold them back. It wasn't time to cry. Not today.
But it was difficult, it was difficult to try to contain your thoughts when you always felt that even the smallest thing was against you.
When you finally found some pants that might fit you and tried to put them on, you realized that they were too big for you.
"I should eat more..."
"It should look better..."
No, not now, not today.
When you resumed your search for clothes you heard the doorbell ring in your house and all you wished was that it was a girl wearing something and not your boyfriend.
But no, because today everything was against you.
You walked towards the living room, wearing pants that were too big for you and the shirt from the first outfit, looking terrible.
You opened the door a crack, allowing only your face to be seen. And there he was. How did he manage to look so good at all times? He didn't have to wear many things to look perfect, he didn't have to cover up imperfections to be satisfied, he didn't have to search for almost half an hour until he could make him look handsome.
"Hi hon- hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" His face changed in a single second, it went from one of his perfect, bright smiles to a worried face. Great, you couldn't even keep his happiness intact from him.
"Yeah...I'm fine" you said with your voice a little raspy and broken by the tears you had shed recently. "You're early, what a miracle"
"Honey, I'm 20 minutes late," Finnick commented, his worried face analyzing how little of your body was visible.
"Oh really?" When had time passed so quickly? Maybe when you were in the middle of your emotional crisis, but you didn't remember crying for so long... or maybe you did but you didn't want to admit it. "I'm sorry Finn, I'm not ready yet. Wait for me in the living room, I'll be ready in about 10 minutes" You opened the door a little more to allow him to enter. You were quite ashamed of how you currently looked so as soon as he entered your house you wanted to run to your room to continue with the shit you were doing.
But he grabbed your hand and made you turn to him "Hey love, what's wrong?" “He said in the most caring and loving voice possible, making you feel guilty.
"It's nothing Finnick, I was just a little stressed..."
"Love, if you want to stay home that's fine, and you don't have to keep the stress to yourself. You know I'm here for you when you need a shoulder to cry on." Stay at home? After Finnick has been planning this damn ride for like 2 weeks? Of course not.
"Finnick, I'm fine, and I don't need to cry, it's not that serious, let me go get dressed..."
"Love, your eyes are red and your makeup is a little smudged, don't lie to me. You know that I care about you and if you cry it's okay, it's normal, but don't hold back, talk to me"
"Finnick, I'm fine. I- I was just a little stressed, the walk is going to help me." Of course not, the walk has only caused more stress than menstruation normally brings.
"Honey...I won't bother if you want us to stay."
"Why the hell do you keep insisting so much on staying?! Let's go on the damn ride you've been wanting so much and that's it!" You said desperately, releasing yourself from his grip and walking quickly towards your room.
The tears returned to your eyes. You sat on the floor to continue looking for the right clothes in the mountain of things you had made on the floor. Now not only were you a mess, but your room too.
You rummaged through the clothes but there was nothing. Why the fuck wasn't there anything that made you look pretty?
The pain in your belly began to get stronger when you began to cry. You knew that stress would only make the pain worse, but it wasn't easy to stop it when you knew you had to do something quickly.
You brought your two hands to your belly when you had a very strong pain and simply let the few tears you had managed to contain come out. Tears were streaming down your face, you felt your makeup ruining more than it already was. Everything around you felt like a complete disaster, a cold, stressful mess.
"Love..." Finnick knelt next to you, since when had he been here?
In the middle of the cold environment around you, his arms surrounded you, giving you a comforting warmth, a warmth so beautiful and special. He rubbed the top of your back, giving you silent support. But that didn't stop the pain in your belly.
"Finn... It hurts so much" You whimpered as you put your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"What? What hurts you love?" He separated from you a little to examine your body in search of any bruises or cuts. His worried eyes analyzed you.
You didn't let him finish examining you perfectly, you didn't like him getting away, in fact he didn't even stop hugging you, but he walked away. So you pressed him against you again. "My belly...damn, I hate seeing a woman"
“Oh honey…” he continued rubbing his hands on your back. Your statement explained a lot of things and also gave him a clue as to what he could do to calm you down.
Finnick stood up while still hugging you. At the sudden movement you wrapped your legs around his torso. You looked like a koala, hugging him so tightly.
"Hold on tight, pretty girl." He started walking, so you braced your legs a little more around him. You couldn't see where he was going, but when you heard drops of water falling on the floor, you realized he brought you to the bathroom.
But he didn't bring you to take a shower. He grabbed the towel you normally use to dry your hands and dipped it in the hot water from the shower. Then he took you to bed and tried to lay you down, but you didn't want to let go, you were comfortable and after a morning full of stress and pain you didn't want to let go of the comfort.
"Come on love, the towel will help you"
You ignored him, you didn't really want to argue. He put you in a comfortable position and he put the hot towel on your stomach, helping to soothe the pain in a very satisfying way.
"Fucking god..." You sighed with a smile at the satisfaction of the pain subsiding.
"I'll make you some tea and bring you some pills, okay?"
"Finn...no, it's not necessary. Seriously, you wanted to go for a walk with me for days"
"Love, forget that stupid walk. I wanted to spend time with you, not time with the walk" He gave your nose a brief kiss and stood up "The walk was just an extra to the main goal" You followed his steps and tried to get up, but his hand on your arms didn't let you. "Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?
"Finnick, the room and I are a mess, look at that mountain of clothes, I need to pick them up" He opened his mouth to protest but you interrupted him. "And look at my makeup, it will cause irritation if I don't take it off right now."
"You stay in bed, I'll do it. I can take off your makeup and, if you promise me you'll take off your makeup and stop thinking about the stupid walk, then I'll clean your room." He raised his pinky finger like a little child, hoping you would reciprocate his treatment.
He watched for a few seconds, considering how lucky he had been to find him. And the bad luck he had had in finding you.
"Ok... But I owe you something" you raised your pinky and wrapped it around his, causing him to laugh happily.
"Perfect. I'll bring the makeup remover, then I'll make the tea and bring the pill, ok?"
"Perfect"
He ran away like a child who wants to pour a glass of water from his mother in less than a minute. A few seconds later he came with everything he needed to remove the mess on my face. He did it gently, with a delicacy that I don't even use when removing my makeup.
"Ready, first task finished" And as a sign that he finished it, he gave you a brief weight on your lips before running away again, this time next to the towel that was on your belly previously, it was already cold so he decided to return. to warm it up.
On his next arrival he brought you the towel, the pill, a glass of water and another kiss to mark the completion of the task.
And for the last time he left, leaving you quite relaxed, but there were still traces of stress. The room was a mess and being alone in your room the thoughts didn't stop.
Until he arrives again, he is there with a cup of tea and some gift boxes.
"For my beautiful girl, he is the owner of my heart and the only person I clean the room for," he said, handing me the boxes and placing the cup on the table next to the bed. "These are the gifts I wanted to give you, but open them when I'm done cleaning, I want to see your reaction" and there it was, the kiss that declared the gift-giving completed. The kiss was a soft, loving, warm kiss. It made you feel complete, forget about those insecurities that wouldn't let you in peace and from the stress that was kept in your head.
After the kiss Finnick started to pick up the clothes. It took about half an hour to clean up your mess, but he did it. Meanwhile you only see it while you drink your tea. He knew how to make your tea, he knew how to make you happy, how to comfort you, how to cheer you up, he was so perfect.
And you just wish you were as perfect for him as he is for you.
"What's wrong love?"
"Oh, are you done cleaning?"
"Yes, my lady, is there anything else I can please you with?" He gave an acted bow, causing you to giggle lightly.
"No Finn, thank you, you've done enough" You said kissing him, to mark the last task completed.
"I guess now I can fulfill my goal of being with you" he lay down next to you, looking directly into your eyes, seeing you with love, with admiration, with affection. "You are so Beautiful".
And those words hit right in the center of your heart. They were such easy words to say, words that he said to you often, but now they have a different impact because after long hours of thinking of yourself as a total disaster, those words were simply gold to you.
"Are you sure about that? I...Finnick, I don't have a beautiful body. Today I tried to wear these damn pants and they are too big on me and this- this shirt makes me look bad, and- and I've cried like a little girl since that you arrived" Your tears accumulated in your eyes again and you just wanted to repress them there, so that they wouldn't come out.
"My love, don't be mad at me but that's one of the dumbest things I've heard this year. You- Honey I don't even know how to explain how beautiful you are. You don't even have to follow a beauty standard, you are the standard. Even crying you look like the most beautiful person on the entire fucking planet. And probably if I could read my thoughts every time I see you, you would never say things like that."
"But Finn I-"
"No buts, you're beautiful," He began to kiss every part of you, starting with your hands, then he got on top of you without crushing you, he moved the hot towel a little and kissed your belly, then he went up a little higher and kissed near your navel, then he went up to your breasts and, although he did not kiss them so as not to change the warm atmosphere, he passed his lips over the area, creating a ghost effect, he kissed your collarbone, he kissed your neck until he left a mark, he kissed your jaw, he kissed your nose, your ears, your eyes, your forehead, your head, and finally, your lips, he kissed them delicately, and with love. "Fuck, you saying you're not beautiful and me thinking how someone can just exploit the word beauty and be more than that."
"I love you so much Finnick" You said with cries of happiness, love and warmth escaping your eyes "I love you so much"
"I love you too, my love, more than I ever thought I could love." And with that he gave you a kiss on your lips, marking the end of the real task, making you happy. "The gifts, open them."
You got up a little to sit down and grabbed the 3 boxes, one of them was quite large, the other was a medium-sized box, maybe the size of a shoe wedge, and the third was quite small.
You started with the big one, seeing a lot of goodies inside. Chocolates, gummies, cookies. Everything he knew you liked
"Oh Finn, thank you very much. I'll probably eat all the chocolates today" you said looking at him mischievously like a little girl. He just imitated your position and he smiled at you.
You opened the second box, they were books. Your complete favorite damn saga, including the ones you haven't read. You looked at him surprised, your look said more than any thank you you could say. "Finnick, I love you, you're incredible" you said with impressive seriousness, making him laugh.
"Open the third one, it's the best"
You opened the third box, the smallest. And for a few seconds you were just left processing the information, with tears threatening to come out. With happiness overflowing from your heart. And for a moment you thought it was a dream, so you turned to Finnick, waiting for him to confirm or deny your suspicions.
"Will you marry me?"
And at that very moment you realized that nothing would make you happier than marrying him.
"Yes, oh my god, of course!" and you jumped into his arms crying and thinking that you were acting like a girl again.
Until you moved away so you could kiss him and you realized that he was just as happy as you, with teary eyes and a smile so beautiful that you kept it forever in your memory.
"Fuck, I was extremely nervous, I think my heart stopped for a moment" he said laughing more, staring into your eyes, eyes as teary as his own.
And you stuck your lips to his, swearing that you were going to be as perfect for him as he is for you and you were going to do everything he had done for you.
I literally improvised the marriage proposal so I don't know if it's shit or it turned out well, but I hope you enjoyed it <3
SUMMARY: request from anon “finnick odair x 64th hunger games victor during quarter quell, he’s been in love with the reader since forever and so the jabberjay scene was a genuine fear bc she was actually in the quarter quell”
NOTE: thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy! :)
Finnick Odair was living history. The Capitol’s hero, Golden Boy, trophy. Because he won the 65th Hunger Games at age fourteen, because he had hair the colour of liquid honey and eyes the colour of the sea. Because he was an enigma and a heartbreaker. Because his heart was untouchable, or at least that is what everyone thought. That is what everyone believed.
What everyone did not know is that the Golden Boy’s heart untouchable heart was invaded by the sixteen-year-old girl from his district who won the 64th Hunger Games. Finnick did not expect to fall so wholly and deeply in love with someone who the Capitol would never let him have. He did not expect you.
And then a decade later President Snow broadcasted the announcement of the rules of the Third Quarter Quell and Finnick had thrown a glass at the TV. And then came the reaping where Finnick forced himself not to flinch when your name was called. Forced himself to smile when you blocked Mags’s rising hand. Next were the chariots, where you and Finnick slipped on self-assured, well-worn masks. And the interviews, with Ceaser Flickerman’s snow-white teeth and the single moment of rebellion before the Capitol cut the power to the amphitheatre. Then the planes, the countdown, the Bloodbath, and that was how you got to where you were now. Stepping over the knobby knees of trees and through the natural curtain of vines as you attempted to navigate the jungle arena. Hoping to stumble upon one of your companions after being separated during the Bloodbath.
Then suddenly you heard yelling and the urgent rustling of plants being pushed aside while someone raced through the forest. A chill spilt over your head and you broke into a sprint.
Meanwhile, under the overhang of a leaning tree, five people sat in the sand. An engineer who had lost his district partner less than an hour ago, a spitfire who had no one left to love, a baker whose heart was too big for the world he lived in, a girl whose face was the symbol of rebellion, and a prodigy who could not help his mind from wandering to you like a magnet to the North Pole.
An acute shriek pierced through the air and Katniss was on her feet in milliseconds. “Prim!” She was tearing through the woods and the other four were scrambling up to chase after her.
“Katniss!” Finnick yelled when he caught up to Katniss in a clearing of reeds nearly up to his waist. “Are you okay?”
Katniss did not get to answer before a wail met their ears. “Finnick!” It was your voice. “Y/N!” Finnick went blind with panic. “No, Finnick, it’s not real.” Katniss’s voice was a thousand miles away.
No, he thought. How could they have gotten you? How could they have known? They were not allowed to interfere with the games, were they? How was this happening? All at once, Finnick was not so untouchable. He cursed himself for ever leaving your side during the Bloodbath as he raced towards the sound of your voice.
Katniss caught up to him, he saw the birds. “There just Jabberjays, Finnick.”
“How do you think they got that sound? Jabberjays copy.”
Before she could reply the black birds came swooping in from seemingly nowhere. They dived at their heads and pecked at their hands as they ran back towards where they had left their friends.
At the same time, you broke through a line of foliage to see Peeta, Beetee, and Johanna banging at an invisible wall as a horde of dark fingers dipped in the air. Before them you saw the curled up figures of Finnick and Katniss, clawing at their ears.
“Oh my gosh,” you fell to your knees in front of Finnick, hitting the solid air in front of you repeatedly. He glanced up through slit eyes just an inch and saw you. He saw that you were alive. He saw that you were in front of him. He would ask questions later, he would be angry later. You were there and that was all he needed.
Summary: The reader volunteers so Mags didn't have to. Along the way, they meet Finnick and feelings are exchanged.
After winning the 73rd Hunger Games for my District, District 4. I hadn't once spoken to any of the other victors here. I kept quiet. I hadn't spoken a word to anyone since I came back. If I did, it would just remind me of what I had to do to get here. My thoughts were kept piled up in my head. On occasions I found myself staring lazily at the wall, I had no more energy left in me since the games.
The 74th Hunger Games took a lot longer than I had expected it to be, and I definitely wasn't expecting to see two people from District 12 win, let alone one. I admired the girl, she volunteered for her younger sister. That takes courage to risk your life for another person, but that's what love does to you.
Before I knew it the 75th Hunger Games were being announced and we were all waiting for what they were supposed to be.
I turned on the TV and waited for the announcement from President Snow.
"This is the 75th year of the Hunger Games." Seeing his face me fill with anger as I clenched my fist tightly. I lost everything because of that man. "-Each quarter quell is distinguished by games of a special significance." For the 25th games they had people from the District choose their own Tributes and for the 50th they had double the amount of Tributes in the arena. "We celebrate the 3rd quarter quell. As a reminder that even the strongest can not overcome the power of the capitol. The 3rd quarter quell games, the male and female tributes, are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors."
The remote that was once in my hand fell to the ground with a loud thud. Tears welled in my eyes and all I wanted to do was scream out. They told me I was safe, never to be used for their entertainment again. I was lied to, we all were. The likelihood of me getting chosen was a one in three chance and luck was never on my side.
I felt as if I had been tossed around so many times and this time was the last the time. I could no longer fight back against the capitol, they were too powerful. I was broken.
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I marched up the stairs to the stage. We were in a line from girls to boy. I had been placed at the back of the girls. I could feel my hand shaking as I took long strides. I thought about what was to happen. Annie and Mags, they all have people out their that care, they have a family. Me on the other hand, I have no one. It would only make sense.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We celebrate the 75th anniversary and 3rd quarter quell, of the Hunger Games. First we shall choose from the females." The overly cheerful announcer walked with pride as she approached the glass bowl. Three pieces of paper were in there, one of them was mine, but in the end it will always be me.
She stood in front of the mic and took a deep breath in. "Annie Cresta!" A loud cry came from the right of me where Annie was standing. I looked over in her direction and by the look in Mags' eyes I could tell she was going to volunteer. Without any hesitation I raised my hand.
"I volunteer." The first words I had spoken in so long, and I was glad that I was able to help someone. My words came out raspy my voice breaking as I said those two words.
"Oh- I- Well, that was certainly unexpected." I stood by the podium and stared off into the distance, now is not the time for tears. My gaze locked onto an older man who was stood with a look of relief on his face. Mags' husband. He noticed my gaze and sent a small smile my way, giving me a nod. "Finnick Odair!" I looked over to the boys and Finnick strutted out of line with a look of pride on his face. He waved his hand up high and then he turned me and held it out towards me. I gazed at the hand before placing mine in his. His grip was tight as he shook it.
We were quickly ushered out and put onto a train. "So, you're not just a legacy I see." Finnick broke the silence as he sat down on the chairs.
"Sorry? I don't understand." I was speaking too much, but I couldn't help the words that were coming out.
"I mean, you aren't just some made up victor that everyone thinks you are. After all no one had seen you after the victor tour. Its like you just vanished off the face of Panem." He dipped his finger into the chocolate fountain they had and moaned as he tasted it.
"I'd rather not take pride in having to kill people to live." I knew that If I was to go outside then all I would get was people congratulating me, congratulating me for killing innocent children. The only time I ever saw people was when Snow came to visit me, and it was never for goof reasons.
"You've got to do what you've got to do." And for the capitol that is selling your body to them in exchange for them keeping the ones around you alive. I learnt that the hard way. A short 'no' was all it took for me to lose anyone I had ever showed emotional feelings towards. So the best way to deal with it was to keep everyone locked out of my life, safe from unexpected death. "Thank you, by the way. For volunteering for Annie, if you hadn't then Mags would of."
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"I'm uncomfortable." I had finally gotten used to talking so much and I was actually glad that I was able to voice my opinion. I was ushered out by my designer who had decided to dress me in a very revealing outfit. I was placed in a bikini that showed a little too much of everything. I was thankful for the bits of seaweed they had hanging down so I could be slightly covered. My hair had been curled and left out and I was wearing a crown that had been decorated in shells and flowers.
"I think you look beautiful." The voice came from behind me. Finnick Odair was stood with his chest on display for all the Capitol women with only a short bit of cloth to cover his private parts. He had also been decorated in seaweed. I nodded my head awkwardly as I avoided eye contact with the half naked man. "Shall we meet some of the other Tributes?" He held his arm out towards me but instead of attaching my arm with his, I walked ahead.
Johanna Mason, we spoke once before I had decided to hide away. She turned around and noticed me walking her direction. "Wow, never thought I would see you again." She had her signature smirk on her face as she eyed me up and down. She looked over my shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Someone's got a stalker."
"Are you trying to run away from me?" Finnick place his hand on my shoulder before dramatically breathing heavily as if he just swam from one side of the District to the other. I nodded my head eagerly before shoving his hand away from me. This was going to be a long day.
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I stood at the crafts section with a stick and three sharp hooks. I had tied them together to create a makeshift trident that could hopefully come in handy if I was unable to find one. "I didn't picture you as a craftsperson." I sighed loudly as I ignored the arrogant boy. "I did picture you as my future wife though." My face flushed red and I attempted to face away from him. "I could use some help with making a trident. After all, I am the best with them." He was once again ignored as I continued on my project. "Say something."
"That was really nice of you, to volunteer for that girl." I looked up to see the talk of the capitol, the girl on fire. I mumbled a quiet thanks as I examined the hook. "I had a sister, Prim. I volunteered for her so I know how you feel."
"No, you volunteered because you cared. I volunteered because no one cares. We aren't here for the same reasons."
"That's not true, I care." Finnick Odair, always interrupting peoples conversations.
"Do you want something? Is that why you're here?" My questions were directed at Katniss as I face the opposite way from Finnick.
"I was wondering if you could teach me how to make one of those and I could give you a few lessons on hunting in return." I gave her offer a thought and decided to go with it.
"What! So you talk to her and not me. I'm your District partner."
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My leg bounced against the floor as I nervously tapped my fingers. It was time for the assessments and I hadn't planned out what I was going to do. Finnick on the other hand was conversing with every surrounding him, his over the top confidence flowing with his words. "Are you okay?" His hand was placed on my leg causing it freeze. He leaned over so he was by my ear and I was able to feel the warmth of his breath. "Don't be nervous, you'll do great."
"Easy for you to say, you actually have a skill. All I can do is tie a bit of rope to some hooks and that's it."
"I remember you throwing a knife at one of the tributes and hitting them right in the eye. I certainly wouldn't call that luck."
The sun was more hot than usual as I stepped over the bits of broken walls. For the most part I had kept shelter underneath some fallen bits of a building that protected me from the sun. I was on the search for water but by the looks of it, there wasn't much around. There was only 5 other tributes left, District 1's male, District 3's male, District 7's Female, District 9's male and District 10's female.
I heard a step come from behind me and without any hesitation I launched my knife in that direction. I heard a gasp get cut short at the sound of the knife impacting.The sound of the canon going off could be heard from throughout the arena. I turned around to see the girl from District 10 fall to the ground with my knife in her right eye. Blood leaked down her face and fell to the ground, leaving a puddle underneath her. I ignored the feeling of regret and rushed to grab her pack before rushing away. It was my third kill, my third time killing a poor innocent person.
"I haven't thought about that moment in so long." I let out a sigh, I hadn't broken down in tears like I had every other time.
"I apologize. I shouldn't have brought that up, but my point is that you aren't useless. You are fully capable of impressing them." Never in my life had I imagined Finnick Odair giving advice instead of mentioning how much better he was. It gave me a sense of comfort as he placed his hand over my own.
"Finnick Odair being nice? Is the world about to end." He chuckled at my response before standing up as his name is called. I hadn't thrown a knife since my Games, could I still do it?
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As my name is called, I walk onto the stage wearing a white floral dress. I had on a beautiful flower crown that fit perfectly. There was more people than the first time and I was overwhelmed as everyone cheered loudly. "My oh my, you look fantastic in that dress." Caesar grabbed a hold of my hand before placing a delicate kiss on the back of it. "You were so brave volunteering yourself. Tell me, what was your thought process?"
"Well I was angry, to say the least. None of us are supposed to be here. We were promised to be left alone, but clearly things aren't the way it seems." I spoke the truth, and I knew I wouldn't be the only one. "Annie didn't deserve to be here and neither did Mags. No one deserves to be here because they worked their hardest to live. They killed to live and now they are being thrown back into the arena."
"I- I'm sorry you feel that way." Everyone in the crowd had been whispering to one another but I could see the other mentors with a smile on their faces. "Moving on."
The questions continued until the buzzer rang and I stood up. I walked around to where the other tributes, that had already had their interviews, were standing.
"Now for the Capitols sweetheart, Finnick Odair!" The crowd roared with excitement and I even took note how some females passed out. Out walked Finnick with proud look on his face, his gaze turned to me and he sent a wink my way.
I had spaced out most of Finnick's interview until he started his speech. "My love, you have my heart, for all eternity. And if- If I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your voice." The buzzer rang loudly and the crowd was overjoyed after hearing Finnick's speech, most likely thinking its about them.
As he walked about the stairs he sent me a soft smile, something I rarely saw.
We all connected hands and raised them up in the air. The crowd was going crazy as they demanded the games be cancelled, but I on the other hand was too busy focusing on the feeling of my hand in Finnick's.
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We walked back to District 4's room in silence, an awkward tension in the air. Before I was able to walk to my room a hand grabbing my arm stopped me. "Hey. About that speech. I just wanted to say that it was about you. For you, should I say." I was in shock, my eyes went wide at his words. For me? Why? "I figured that if I die in that arena then it would be best if I told you before hand. I know I only technically met you three days but with the state we are in, I really don't care. My hearts telling me your the one and my minds telling me to go for it. So I am." I didn't get a chance to reply as he leaned down and placed his lips against mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach as he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him.
My hands raised to his head and I tangled them in his hair, it was soft, silky. I broke away from kiss, my breathing heavy. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise you that." With that I followed him to his bedroom where we spent our last night in the Capitol cuddled together and enjoyed our last night of any sorts of freedom.
