this may be controversial, but personally finnick gives off such boy dad vibes. not saying he wouldn't be over the moon for a little girl! but imagine finnick's little mini-me. he'd have the same grin, the same sea-salt ridden dirty blonde hair, but he has your laugh and your eyes. he also has your wit and your ability to get finnick to do whatever you wanted to. imagine you and finnick taking your boy to the beach where you lay on a towel, reading and trying to tan, but also swooning at how finnick and your baby boy come up to you every couple minutes with a new shell, which they get rewarded with a kiss for. and by the time you have to go, your son tired himself out so you and finnick carry him home :(
might write a full fledged fic about this idk.... (i'm ovulating)
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Warnings- pregnant reader, husband!finnick, typical hunger games let me know what else:)
Y/N was sitting on the couch, hands running along her seven month bump as Finnick was scattering around the house trying to baby proof it. You didn’t really need to have it baby proofed quit yet, but it’s Finnick’s way of distracting himself from the Quoter Quell announcement that’s about to come.
“Finnick!” Y/N called.
“Has it started?” He asked, running in.
“No.” Y/N breathed, hands on her bump, tears in her eyes.
Finnick softened as he saw the tears. “Hey, don’t cry.” He let out, walking over and getting on his knees in front of her. “Tell me what’s wrong love.”
“I’m scared.” Y/N let out. “We don’t know what Snow’s gonna do. Finn, neither of us can go back. I can’t handle that.”
“I know. I know.” He let out grabbing her hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “Who said anything about us going back?”
“Finny, why else would you be baby proofing the house?”
“You know me so well,” Finnick sighed, looking down.
“I’m scared Finn.”
“I know honey,” Finnick let out, getting up and sitting down next to you. “Come on. Let’s cuddle.”
“I’m so scared Finny,” Y/N let out as Finnick wrapped her arms around her. “I just want to raise our baby in peace.”
“ai know honey, I know.” Finnick cooed, wrapping his arms under her bump and holding it up. She let out a light moan that made him smile. “That feel good my love?”
“Never stop.” She smiled.
“Of course Mama.”
“How do you always know how to put a smile on my face?”
“Cause you’re my girl.” He let out, kissing her head.
Music chimed from the TV, indicating it was about to start. You and Finnick both held your breathes as President Snow appeared on the screen.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Citizens or Panem. This is the 75 year of the Hunger Games. When the charter of the Games was written, it was dedicated that every 25 years there would be a quarter Quell. To make fresh for each new generation the memory of those killed by the rebellion against the Capital. The Quarter Quell was reserved for the games of special significance. On the 25 anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for every Capital citizen, each year District was required to send twice the Tributes to the arena. And now, on the 75 anniversary of the rebellion, we honor our third Quarter Quell, as bestowed to us, by the signers of the Treaty of Treason. ‘As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capital, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped.’ Are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each District.”
That was it. You just felt your heart stop. Your whole world was destroying all around you. “No!” You cried, hands on your bump. “NO!”
“Honey, I need you to breathe.” Finnick let out, voice shaky as he tried not to cry. “Breathe.”
“Finny, our baby!”
“I know. I know, honey. But the baby needs you to breathe. Can you do that for me and the baby Mama?”
“I can’t go back.”
“You won’t. No one will let you.” He explained. “Honey, you know someone will volunteer if your name gets picked. No one will send you in pregnant.”
“Finny, you can’t go back there.”
“Honey, if they call my name, I have no choice.”
“But our baby.”
“Our baby will be fine.”
“I won’t be. I can’t do this without you Finny.”
“Honey,” Finnick sighed, wiping a tear away. “If I go back, and I don’t make it, you’re going to have to do it without me.”
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“The male tribute from district 4 is Finnick Odair!”
Finnick bit down his tears, as he smiled his charming smile. Y/N felt her heart brake as her husband got called to go back, she didn’t even notice the tears falling down her face.
“And the female tribute from district 4 is Y/N L/N-Odair!”
Everyone gasped when Y/N’s name was called, tears coming to Finnick’s eyes. Mags quickly raised her hand and pointed for her to go. Y/N broke down into a sob as Mags hugged her.
Finnick watched, tears slowly falling down his cheeks as Mags hugged his crying, pregnant wife. Knowing that he couldn’t wrap her up in a hug.
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Finnick had convinced everyone to let Y/N go to the capital with him and Mags so Y/N wouldn’t be left alone. Though she would have been safe with his sister, Annie, back at their beach house in 4, Finnick knew Y/N wouldn’t be able to handle not being with him in the Capital.
Y/N was currently sitting on the train on the way to the capital, crying in the arms of her loving husband.
“It’s okay, honey.” Finnick breathed, kissing her head. “I’m right here.”
“But, Finny, you could die.”
“We don’t know that honey. Let me worry about it. You don’t need to be worrying right now. Our baby doesn’t need their Mommy worrying about their Daddy.”
“How could I not worry about you though?” Y/N asked, resting her head on his chest as she sat in his lap.
“Please don’t. For me please don’t.”
“But I love you so much.”
“I know honey. And I love you too. Which is why I dont want you worrying. To keep you and the baby healthy.”
“Please don’t die on me.” Y/N cried, voice breaking as she shook in his arms.
Finnick’s heart broke as he held her close to him. Kissing her head he said, “I know honey. I know. I’m going to do my best.”
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Y/N was standing while Finnick and Mags was getting ready to mount up. The baby was kicking as Y/N subconsciously ran her hand along her bump, deep in thought.
“Honey,” Finnick called, kissing her head as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “We’ve talked about this. What’s on that pretty little mind of yours honey?”
“You know what,” Y/N let out, turning to looked at him. “Us. The baby. I’m just so scared.”
“I know honey, I know. But everything’s going to be okay, yeah?”
“How can you say that?” Y/N asked, looking up at him. Little did she know that her husband just signed up to be part of the rebel group.
“Just trust me on this, okay?” He asked, wiping a tear. “You trust me right?” She nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought pretty girl.” He smiled kissing her head. “Now don’t worry, okay.”
“Okay.” Y/N breathed. “I like this look on you.”
“Yeah?” Finnick smiled, looking down at his wife.
“Yeah.” She smiled, placing a hand on his bare chest. “I like seeing your abbs. They’re hot.”
“Thank you my love.” Finnick smiled, putting a hand on her bump, feeling the baby as they frantically moved, frowning a bit. “Baby’s really active arnt they?”
“Yeah. They’re nervous about their daddy.”
Finnick bit down and kissed them bump. “Hey, baby. It’s Daddy. I’m going to be okay. But I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take care of your Mommy for me while I’m gone. I won’t be gone for long, but take care of her while I am, okay? Can you do that for me sweetness?” Finnick smiled, and got back up. “Go sit with Mags and get some rest, okay honey? I need to go talk to some people.”
“Okay.”
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“Katniss,” Finnick called, walking up to her.
“Hello, Finnick.”
“Do you want a sugar cube? I mean, it’s supposed to be for the horses, but… I mean, who cares about them, right? They got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I… Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it.”
“No thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday. I bet your wife likes it.”
“She does.” Finnick smiled, at the mention of his wife. “You look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?”
“I outgrew them.”
“You certainly did. Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you… You could’ve made it out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted.”
“Well, I don’t like jewels and I have more money than I need, so… What did you do with all your wealth, anyway?”
“I haven’t dealt in anything as common as money in years.”
“Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”
“With secrets. What about you, Girl on Fire? Any secrets worth my time?”
“I’m an open book. Everybody always seems to know my secrets before I know them myself.”
“Unfortunately, I think that’s true.” Finnick let out.
“Finnick,” Y/N let out, waddling a little as she made her way to Finnick. “Don’t torment this sweet girl. She’s gone through enough.”
“I’m not honey,” Finnick explained, wrapping an arm around her. “Just chatting. What about you? I thought I told you to rest?”
“I missed you.”
Finnick hummed and smiled down at her. “Honey, this is Katniss Everdeen, Katniss, this is my wife, Y/N.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled, sticking out her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Katniss smiled, shaking her hand. “Congratulations on the baby.”
“Thank you. I just wish it was in better times.”
“Yes, well, you’re not due for another two months so we have time.” Finnick let out.
Warnings- pregnant reader, husband!finnick, typical hunger games let me know what else:)
“They’re still making up their mind,” Haymitch explained the other tributes in a rebel meeting. “She wants only Wiress and Beetee and Mags, and he’s gonna do whatever she wants.”
“Mags and I are a picked deal, she has to understand that.” Finnick protested.
“She’s the girl on fire, she’s not going to care. But if you all keep each other safe, and those two safe until we can get you out, then she might trust you enough to be allies. Finnick and Mags, you stay with them, Johanna you stick with Wiress and Beetee.”
“Haymitch!” Finnick called, running up to him as everyone started to leave. “We need to talk.”
“We do indeed. Not just about Y/N.”
“We gotta keep her safe, Haymitch. She isn’t safe here.”
“Son, you think I don’t know that? Your wife is like a daughter to me. You and I would both gladly die to keep her and that baby safe.”
“I know. So what are we gonna do?”
“I’ve been talking with 13. They have doctors there that will be able to take care of Y/N and the baby. Help with the delivery as well. I’m making sure they have everything you two will need. Dippers, bottles, pacifiers, everything.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. As soon as we break you all out we’re all going to 13 and she’s going to go make sure the baby’s okay.”
“No,”
“No? What do you mean no?”
“I want her on the first plane there as soon as possible.” Finnick ordered. “I want her there before the games end. Before they start if that’s possible. The longer she’s here the more danger she’s in. I want to know she’s in 13 and her and the baby are safe while I’m in the games. She doesn’t know anything right now, but she’ll listen to you Haymitch. You’re like her dad. If you get her on that plane she’s gonna go. And I need her and the baby safe.”
Haymitch smiled at how demanding Finnick was about Y/N and the baby’s safety. “Of course. The night before the games, while everyone’s asleep, I’ll get her on a plane back. If anyone asks, she’s going back to 4 to be with your sister during the games.”
“Thank you.”
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“Darling, I’m back.” Finnick called, as he walked into their hotel suite.
“Finny,” Y/N called from the bed.
“Is everything okay, my love?” Finnick asked, as he walked in to the bedroom.
“I just missed you.” Y/N explained. “And so did the baby.”
“Well, I missed you both two.” He smiled, getting undressed. “How was your evening honey?” He asked, getting in bed.
“It was good. I ate dinner and then came to bed. How was your night? Do you have any allies.”
“Yeah, I have some.” He sighed, snuggling up to her, lying his head on her chest, close to the bump as he placed his big hand on it.
“What is it?” Y/N asked, raking her figures through his hair. “I know that sigh, what’s wrong?”
“Katniss only wants Mags, and Peeta’s just gonna do what ever she wants. But she doesn’t seem to understand that Mags and I our a group. A packed deal.”
“I know. I’m sorry honey. But you have to give her some grace. She’s just a kid. You have to remind that.”
“I know.” He breathed. The baby kicked, maligning him smile. “Hi, baby.” He smiled, kissing where the baby kissed, and running his hand along the bump. “We love you.”
“We certainly do.” Y/N smiled.
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“Finnick,” Caesar let out, holding the mic, while Finnick smiled at the audience. “I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody. A somebody that might even be pregnant with your baby?”
“Yes,” Finnick smiled. “That’s the one. My beautiful wife, Y/N.”
“Now, I have never seen you cry before, Finnick. That was until your wife got called into the reaping. I think we all got scared when we saw how pregnant she was. Are you worried about the pregnancy at all? About the chance that you might not get to meet your baby?”
“Well, don’t say that, Caesar.” Finnick chuckled, putting on a show for everyone. “Of course Im going to get out, and go back home and to my wife. Be there for her throughout the rest of her pregnancy, and while she’s in labor. I’m going to meet my baby.”
“Of course you are.” Caesar let out. “But just in case you don’t, do you have anything you want to say?”
“My love,” Finnick started, looking in the camera. “You have my heart for all eternity and if… If I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips, and our baby.”
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“Finny!” Y/N cried as Finnick walked into his dressing room, closing the door. “Finny, I love you so much!”
“I love you more, honey,” he let out, wrapping her in a tight hug. “You and the baby.”
“Please don’t die in there.” Y/N begged.
“I won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Finnick went to answer, but there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” He asked, walking to it.
“You know.” Haymitch called.
Finnick sighed and opened the door. “I thought we had more time.” He whispered.
“It’s now or later.” Haymitch replied, then he walked in.
“ Bubba!” Y/N smelled as Haymitch entered the room.
“I’ve missed you too. I haven’t seen you science the tour came to 4, how are you?”
“As good as I can be under these circumstances. How about you? How are you and the baby.”
“We’re also good, under the circumstances.”
“Darling,” Finnick sighed, walking up to her. “We need to talk.”
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, fear washing over her face as she put her hands protectively around the bump.
“Darling, there’s a rebel plan going on. We’re going to escape out of the arena and fly out to 13.”
“What?” Y/N gasped, tears coming to her face.
“It’s to dangerous to go into more explanation, but Haymitch is going to take yih to a plane. I need to know you’re safe in 13 before I go into the games tomorrow.”
“What? But, what about you?”
“I’ll be there soon, honey,” Finnick explained, cupping her face. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. This is to keep you and the baby safe. You know Haymitch and I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you and the baby.”
“I know. But I don’t want to leave you.”
“I know. But it will be okay.” He explained, kissing her lips, one hand on her face, as the other went to her baby bump.
“Here,” she let out, slipping off her sea shell ring that matched his shark tooth necklace. Wear this for me.”
“I will,” he let out, taking it, and putting it in his pocket. “It won’t fit in my fingers, but I’ll have my dresser tie it to a string for a necklace. You take mine, okay.” He said, taking his necklace off, and putting it around her neck.
“I love you,” Y/N cried, hugging him as best she could with the bump.
ugh god that little beach piece u just wrote for the baby odair was so good and cute but now i’m wondering if finnick has an extremely complex web of who to call if he needs babysitting….. tier lists upon tier lists that shift depending on the context/who’s available/what age they are….
i think peeta and katniss would be upper 1/3 all rounders due to them not being menaces with kids. gale isn’t allowed in the same district as the babies tho. prim is too young he would think but def a welcomed cousin(?) if katniss is chosen for auntie duty
he’s so biased for his district 4 victor friends and his own family (barring his partner cause that’s not babysitting in that case that’s just their baby)
maybe beetee n wiress as a duo? i also want to suggest glimmer n cashmere as a surpisingly high option…. the kids probably think enobaria looks cool but finnick would pass out if her teeth were near his kids sadly
the funny thing is, he has actual lists. like there's a binder with full tier lists and profiles and pros and cons. finnick is so serious about babysitting duty, and he rarely ever needs one. but there's times, instances where both his partner and him have something to do, so out comes the binder and he has glasses perched on his nose and a cup of tea and he gets to planning.
the top of the list is peeta, katniss, of course. peeta and katniss have two sweet kids of their own, peeta is responsible, the odair's love katniss. it's finnick's top choice often. but if it takes too much to get to twelve, there's a family in the victors village that finnick trusts. one of his fellow victors settled down, had three kids, and they're friends with the odair's so he'll just walk his kids down there and drop them off. also, mags is little odair's grandmother so she's totally allowed to babysit. the first option, actually, but finnick doesn't like to bother her so he goes the mellark-everdeen family.
gale isn't even considered. finnick doesn't trust him. just a vibe. and prim is entirely too young. not that finnick doesn't trust her, he just thinks she would get overwhelmed by his kids hyper attitude and constant needs.
then he has the "dire situation" category. other tributes from other districts that he would trust maybe. cashmere is high up there. finnick overheard her talking about how she wishes to have kids one day while he was in the capitol and he picked up a maternal vibe from her so she's an option. but enobaria is totally not there. at least, she wasn't. but the kids must've gotten ahold of the binder because one day finnick goes to check it, and scribbled in red crayon is 'enobra'.
before your child is born, he's extremely doting during the pregnancy. on you, and your baby. he's always talking to the little one, reading books, playing music, everything. he makes sure he's taking care of both of you, doing whatever you need and want just to make sure you're comfortable.
doesn't have a preference for a boy or a girl, and he would be a great parent for both. but he is a Girl Dad. i can't explain it, but he screams Girl Dad. and he would practice doing your hair (if you have any) to prepare for doing his little girl's hair. and is always calling you two "my girls". always.
cries during the birth. like sobs whenever he gets to hold his baby for the first time.
during the night, if your baby is having trouble sleeping, he's up before you even hear the first cry. he's kissing your head, telling you to go back to sleep, and he's in the nursery, rocking them back to sleep, singing lullabies that he remembers from childhood.
speaking of, he decorates the fuck out of the nursery. in contact with as many capitol designers that he knows, getting the most specific objects created and custom made paint colors. he goes all out for the room that he hopes to spend loads of time in.
fatherhood just looks so good on him. he has a certain glow to his skin when he's holding your kid on one arm, and flipping pancakes with the other. even whenever your baby projectile vomits, or spits up, or absolutely ruins a diaper, he's still beaming from within.
as your child starts to grow up, he mourns more and more. he takes pictures 24/7, and gets really into scrapbooking, to document as many moments as possible.
it's usually pictures of you in there. photos of you breastfeeding, when he told you you looked incredible even though you hadn't done anything to your hair in days. photos of your baby mid-crawl, just a blur of motion. then mid-walk, another blur of motion and a gummy smile. photos of you and your child sitting on the beach together, matching swimsuits and matching hats that finnick's apart of. eventually, you have to take the camera away from him to get photos of him in there too.
pictures of finnick helping your kid blow out their 2nd birthday candles. pictures of finnick teaching your kid the alphabet with a brightly colored book. photos of finnick in the ocean, holding your baby as they start to learn the motions of swimming.
there's so much clutter in the scrapbook, and even more clutter of photos around the house, that you and finnick don't know what to do whenever another one comes along.
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