✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ | you make loving fun - finnick odair x f!reader
synopsis: you and finnick have history, a history that made all the pain you both went through worth it. the way your love was a testament through the years, and what ultimately brings you home to him again.
warnings: the typical hunger games violence, capitol victors trafficking, c*ri*lanus sn*w unfortunately, this takes place like over multiple years, 75th hunger games mentioned, mentions of torture, here comes the bride all dressed in white, joannie canon BECAUSE I SAID SO!!! shout out to starry for being a photopea warrior bc i was going insane with the banner
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Finnick had met you about a year after his games, but only because he was your mentor. The 66th Hunger Games was your games, and you were the only tribute that was willing to listen to his advice, versus your district partner, who chalked his win up to pure luck.
You, however, were receptive and open to his advice. You seemed amazed as he recounted how he had gotten his trident on the sixth day of his games, and how he had set up traps with vines in order to catch other tributes and use his trident to finish them. How he ended up being targeted just too late by everyone else, even after he had obtained his trident, you were practically hooked on it.
You were listening to every word that he had said, and from that day onwards, he was smitten with you.
When you had won that year, winning by spearing your district partner in the last fight, you already had the Capitol in your hands, but Finnick didn’t care about that; he cared about you and your safety.
For a while, you were silent, as if processing what you had done to your own district partner, to the few people that you had killed in the arena, but Finnick never left you. He refused to, even if he was told to leave by the Capitol doctors treating you.
It was amazing, maybe not for you, but for Finnick. Being with you made life better, especially after the demand that he was forced into to sell his body. That happened the night that you guys had arrived in the Capitol during your victory tour, and you remembered how it all happened.
You were worried sick for him, especially when he left in the middle of your party at the Presidential Mansion and you had to go back to your room without him. But you refused to go to bed, you had told Mags that you’d be fine and you’d go to bed once Finnick came back.
She seemed hesitant, like she wanted to tell you something, but you were firm - and so, she went to bed. But you stayed up for hours, refusing to fall asleep, despite your body begging for it.
But you refused to, not until Finnick came back.
When Finnick came back, looking distraught and downright traumatized with purple marks on his neck and his perfectly done shirt practically a mess that you were sure your stylist wouldn’t approve of, you just stood up.
It was a few moments of silence before you asked, “What happened, Finnick?”
He cried in your arms that night. You held him despite how it was the other way around for months before that night.
Since then, you and Finnick were inseparable. You guys understood each other, got each other more than anyone could ever. Sure, Mags was good at knowing the pair of you, but you and Finnick always had some sort of understanding with each other that no one could really know.
It’s what made loving the other so much fun, because you understood each other in ways that no one would understand.
When your body was being forced to sell just a year later, the two of you cried that night. You held each other and sobbed at how much you both hated it. Finnick had told you that he wished that he could’ve been with just one person and one person only.
You asked who it would be, and he stayed silent for a few moments as he wiped his tears before he answered.
When Finnick had said quietly that it was you, it took a moment for you to take it all in. After it did, you had hugged him - and only hugged him.
That’s how the pair of you started dating. You guys didn’t kiss for maybe a year, but it didn’t matter to either of you. You both finally had some autonomy in your lives, and you chose to be with each other.
Of course, in secret, no one could know that their two beloved victors were actually dating each other and weren’t into them at all.
But that’s just what made loving each other more fun. The secret hand holding, the secret kisses, the embraces that lasted a little longer than a normal we’re-just-friends hug.
You both thought that no one suspected a thing, and that it was an open secret to the Victors who would never tell anyone about it because they knew what it was like, being forced to do something you couldn’t even begin to describe, at least those who went through it as well. But the people who didn’t also greatly understood.
However, that could never be the case.
Not with the man that was in power, who had, practically in glee, put you both in your positions.
It just didn’t come until you were both twenty-three, just in time for the third quarter quell. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how the two closest District Four victors got reaped for a second time, especially when you looked more ready to take Annie Cresta’s place, as it seemed like the escort had pulled her name and not yours, but said yours anyways.
Then, of course, there was Finnick, who had started providing his services in exchange for secrets, and probably had enough secrets to overthrow the government within the hour.
But you both took it headstrong, like you always did. You had each other—all of the love you had for each other is what made you work together as a team, and what had gotten you even recruited to the rebellion in the first place.
You two were the first victors to really fall in love, but you were definitely not the last. Johanna and Annie were after you - even if they kept it really hidden, but you saw their letters. And of course-
The Mockingjay and her boy with the bread.
The most well-known one, of course. Not like they had a choice, like you and Finnick or Johanna and Annie didn’t have a choice but to hide it. You all had reputations to maintain after all.
You all had one mission. Keep Katniss Everdeen alive.
That’s what you did, until the end. Even out of the arena and when you were taken by the Capitol. You never said anything about the Rebellion, or where Katniss or Finnick were. You remember looking at Peeta as he was practically poisoned and tortured to basically hate Katniss. To want to hurt her, murder her.
Thankfully, or not so thankfully, you weren’t put through the same way. But by that point, you were well aware that he knew about Finnick and your relationship, probably through his own spies or his own means, but he made sure that secrets like yours and Finnick’s were not allowed.
Not when he was in charge, and how he should also know everything. That he had to know every single thing that his Victors were up to.
When you were eventually rescued by District Thirteen, your reunion with Finnick was all that mattered. You weren’t in worse repair compared to Johanna and Peeta, you could run, you could get to him. But they didn’t let you, had to make sure everything was fine, of course.
The burn scars that littered your arms probably caused that. But you don’t want to think about it. It just haunted you of the nights they took you, when they were torturing Johanna and Peeta. You had to sit through the day hearing their screams or pleas, depending on the person, and once you were already shut down, trying to drown it all out - they took you and did their own way of trying to get you to talk.
You never did, so the burn scars left it’s mark on you.
But as you sat there, letting the nurses take your vitals, watching as Johanna practically fought off her nurses, you began hearing footsteps.
Then, you saw him.
Finnick, looking absolutely distraught but hopeful, being dragged by Katniss at the same time - as if he lost the ability to move. In a way, he probably did when he heard his name.
“Finnick!”
He didn’t want to believe it at first, he just stood there, watching as Katniss tried to reach Gale, but you kept calling out to him.
“Finnick!” You cried out, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes as you ripped off the blood pressure wrapped around your scarred arm despite the nurses’ protests, before jumping on the bed. You can see the corner of your eye despite it being blurred with tears of Katniss watching the pair of you reunite.
“Finnick, Finnick!” You kept crying as you ran to him, the biggest smile on your face while his face mirrored yours - but filled with the sweet sweet relief that he now knew that you were alive. He had to spend the last two months, thinking you were dead.
But you weren’t, you were alive. You were running into his arms. You were safe.
When you and Finnick had finally met in the middle, the pair of you practically collided like nothing had stopped it, like a frog finding their lily pad after months of searching, or a fish finding their school, it didn’t matter. You were back in Finnick’s arms, and that was all that mattered.
Finnick’s words were mixed with “I love you,” or “You’re safe,” between him practically pressing his lips all over you as if to make sure that you were real, that you weren’t a fake. So naturally, the first thing he did when your eyes finally met after crying and embracing each other, was do the most craziest thing that he had ever done.
“Marry me.” Finnick breathed out, caressing your face as he watched for your reaction. “We can finally be our true selves…but I don’t care anymore, I just want you to be my wife for the rest of my life..”
Your eyes went wide at the sudden proposal, with how he looked concerned about your arms but then breathing out those words like it was a normal Tuesday night where you two were curled up on the couch and watching some random channel that you inevitably didn’t pay attention to.
But you already knew your answer before he even said those words. “Yes.” You said, nodding frantically, a smile on your face. “I’ll marry you, we can have the traditions and everything.”
At your answer, Finnick’s smile grew as he nodded back, seeing you reassure your answer at his hopeful expression, before leaning in to kiss you passionately, like you were a dream and going to disappear again.
“I’ll get you a real ring when we finally go back to Four, I promise you, sweetheart.” Finnick swore, knowing that he had a ring already ready - but he had to leave it behind. He was going to pop the question right before the Games, just the night before - but he didn’t get to.
But you didn’t care, you just cared that you were going to be married to the love of your life. Finally, after so long. You just had Finnick, and now, he was going to be your husband.
“I just want to be married to you,” you whispered, shaking your head as you pulled away for a second. “I don’t care about a ring, Finn, I just want to be your wife.”
“You will be, sweetheart,” Finnick promised. “For the rest of our lives, I love you.”
Everyone was going to know that Finnick Odair was going to be your husband, that made your life worth living for. It wasn’t the forced upon Capitol lovers that made the feeling of love fun, it was Finnick Odair.
It was your Finnick that made loving fun, that made life worth living. That was all that mattered to you. You had Finnick, and you had the rest of your lives to be with him, and for whatever more happened after.
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