#finnick!!

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A soft yawn escaped your mouth as you curled yourself closer to Finnick, still half-asleep and incredibly exhausted. He pulled you closer almost protectively, murmuring something inaudible before resting his lips on your hair.

"Good morning," you managed to whisper, giving his cheek a peck. He lazily blinked his eyes open, lips curved into a grin you wanted to kiss off his face.

You buried your head in his chest as he said, "Morning, honey," and tightened his hold around you.

You completely softened at his touch, relaxing against him and sighing in pleasure.

"Y' still tired?" Finnick murmured, voice raspy and unused with sleep. You nodded as a response, and he cooed softly. "My poor baby," he said, pressing a myriad of kisses on the top of your head.

You let out a quiet whine, almost trying to meld yourself into his body when he tried to detach himself from you. "Where're you going?" you asked sadly.

"Sweetheart," he said fondly, "I'm gonna make us some breakfast."

You pouted, and he chuckled under his breath. "You wanna come with me, lovely?"

You jumped up at the opportunity, despite being exhausted from yesterday's events. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, he picked you up without so much as a grunt. You rested your head on his left shoulder, smiling up at him and he gave you an equally beautiful smile in response.

He set you down on the kitchen countertop and turned around, busying himself with the details of what to have for breakfast.

"Finnick," you whispered.

He turned around, attention already focused on you. "(Y/N)," he whispered back.

You gave him a kiss. "I love you," you said, voice filled with admiration.

terrible to say but i stopped studying 2 write this as soon as you requested it - thank you for requesting anon, i hope this helps w/ the period at least a little :)

"Honey." Finnick's voice was warm, comforting, and you hung onto it for a moment longer before you opened your eyes and felt the dreaded sticky wetness between your legs.

You groaned. "I leaked onto the sheets, didn't I?"

Turning towards Finnick, you watched as he gave you a sheepish smile, then rushed to reassure you. "It's perfectly fine," he said. "You know I've seen much worse."

You gave him what you hoped was a grateful smile, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. As soon as you stood up you felt the blood rush down your body and you winced, knowing it would be a pain to have to clean up.

Finnick, the gentleman he was, rushed to your side, covering the bed up with the blanket just in case you were feeling queasy. He reached for your hand, squeezing it and leading you to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Before he left, he asked, "are you doing okay?"

Your heart broke at his obvious concern for you. "I'm okay," you shrugged, giving him a small smile. "My stomach hurts a bit, but otherwise it's not too bad."

You hopped into the shower, washing everything off you as well as you could with heaps of soap. When you stepped out, you realised that he'd put a pad in your underwear so it was all ready to go.

You pulled it on, eyes getting teary when you saw that he'd placed your favourite pair of sweats on the toilet lid, along with your unicorn hot water bag.

You couldn't help but burst out crying when you opened the bathroom door to find Finnick had changed the sheets and had gotten you a glass of water and some pain medication.

"Sweetheart?" His voice was filled with concern and empathy. "Why're you crying?"

He had hopped off the bed and was now towering in front of you, hands cupping your face, thumbing away at your tears.

You giggled wetly through your tears. "Just," you said, "I'm so lucky to have you." Your voice cracked on the last word and you promptly fell into his arms.

"Aw, baby," he cooed, voice sweet as he picked you up. Your legs curled automatically around his waist as he placed you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you. "I love you," he whispered, passing you your hot water bag and placing it on your stomach.

"I love you too, Finn," you whispered back, falling asleep in his arms.

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It wasn't long, though, before your cramps arrived full force, making you curl your legs up to your chest. You lay in the fetal position, silent tears streaming down your face, trying your hardest not to wake Finnick up.

He was a light sleeper, though. Always has been.

He blinked his eyes open, hand braced against your leg so he could pull himself up to a seated position. "Honey?" he asked cautiously, his voice still thick and raspy from sleep.

You gasped, then tried to turn away from him. "I'm sorry for waking you up," you said. "You can go back to sleep," you added, even though you knew well that he wouldn't.

He pulled you to face him and you relented, teary eyes meeting his. His heart cracked in his chest at the sight of you in pain. "Really bad?" he settled on asking, his voice gentle.

You nodded, and he helped to sit you against the headboard. He reached for the cup of water and the pain medication tablets on the bedside table.

Your hands were shaking, trembling so badly that once he handed you the tablet to swallow, he held the glass of water to your lips instead, watching you swallow and murmuring a soft, "good girl," when you did.

Leaning back against him, you waited for the medicine to set in. His hand retreated to your stomach, the warmth from his palm seeping into your aching muscles. You almost whined in pleasure and he smiled, seeing you relax at least a little.

"Feeling a bit better?" he asked, kissing the side of your head.

You nodded, curling yourself into him, almost trying to meld your bodies together. "Thank you," you murmured, head pressed against his chest.

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finnick odair x fem!crybaby!reader, 0.5k words

"Honey?" Finnick's voice rang through the seemingly abandoned apartment as he stepped in the front door, shrugging off his jacket and shoes as he slung his bag on a kitchen stool. "Where are you?"

Normally, you'd be lying on the sofa, ready to burst into his arms the second he came home, a bright and welcoming smile on your face. Yet you weren't, and that made him slightly worried. His steps were cautious as he made his way to the bedroom.

Finnick stood outside the door, rapping against it with his calloused knuckles, only to be rewarded with a wet sniffle. He opened the door slowly to see you curled up in a corner of the room, head buried between your legs.

As soon as you met his eyes, you quickly stood up, wiping your fallen tears with the sleeve of your jacket. "Hi," you greeted him, plastering a smile onto your face. "When did you get home?"

He ignored your question and stepped quickly towards you, hands on your shoulders. "Why are you crying?" He seemed mad, but it wasn't directed towards you. "And why are you hiding it from me, hm?"

You looked down, careful not to meet his gaze, because you knew you would tell him anything if he looked at you like that. "I wasn't crying," you lied. You weren't particularly a good liar.

Finnick's eyes narrowed. He placed his pointer finger under your chin, tapping gently, bringing your face up to meet his. "Sweetheart."

That was all it took for your walls to break down. You let out a broken sob and he swore he felt his heart explode. "Oh, angel," he cooed, his face softening. He made his way to the bed and patted his lap, which you took as an invitation.

Finnick wrapped himself around you, shielding you from everything that was bad as he murmured gentle words of encouragement and comfort. "Shhh," he murmured, "you're okay, baby. You're safe, alright? You can cry."

You lay there for a while, cradled in Finnick's arms as his fingers played with the hair curling at the nape of your neck. "Tell me what happened," he pleaded, pressing kisses repeatedly to the top of your head. "Please."

Nodding, you pulled yourself up to your were seated, facing him. He crooned over your tear stained face, reaching up to thumb your tears away himself.

"Someone made-" you stammered, your face hot from his touches. Finnick looked at you, a tilt to his lips, encouraging you to continue. "Someone made fun of me for crying."

Your admittance made Finnick go quiet, his body tightening. He looked incredibly angry, but he relaxed when he saw more tears start to pool at your waterline. "Who, honey?"

"A guy from work," you said, burying your head into his shirt. "It was nothing, Finn, don't worry about it," you added reassuringly.

Finnick relaxed slightly, just enough to tug you closer to him. "Okay," he whispered. "If he tells you anything again, you call me, alright? I'll take care of him for you."

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Finnick Odair x “who did this to you?”

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finnick odair x fem!reader, 0.6k words

You stumbled onto the beach, bending forward to press a hand against the growing wound on your leg. “Finnick!” You screamed, head twisting around in a desperate attempt to find him. “Finnick,” you tried again, looking over your shoulder to make sure that you hadn’t been followed on your way here. 

“(Y/N)?” You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard his voice grow closer. When Finnick finally saw you, he broke into a run, catching you in his arms when you collapsed onto the ground. “Hi,” he whispered as a way of greeting. As soon as he noticed you were injured, he untangled himself from you. “Baby?” Finnick looked worried, lip caught between his teeth, running his hand in his thick hair. He leaned forward to inspect the cut.

He grimaced when he saw it, and you whined in pain when he pressed a hand to the bleeding gash, stretching from your mid-thigh to your knee. “I’m sorry, honey,” he apologised, but his face looked stern, which surprised you. “Who did this to you?” 

You looked straight into his eyes when you said it. “Brutus,” you said, and his face hardened. “I was looking for berries like the ones Katniss used last year,” you continued, and Finnick nodded along, “and he came up behind me. I managed to duck so he only got my leg.” At the mention of your injury, Finnick looked back down. 

“Shit, (Y/N), it’s really deep,” he whispered, looking up to meet your gaze. He softened when he saw you, your eyes swelling with tears. One fell onto your pale cheeks and Finnick reached up to thumb it away. 

“Oh, angel,” he cooed, pressing your head back into his chest. “It’s okay. I’m gonna get you out of here, and then I’m gonna take care of you.” 

You nodded, and he pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead and surveying your eyes, making sure you were okay. Then, he got to work. “Okay, sweetheart, I need you to put some pressure on it. We gotta stop the bleeding before we can clean it up.”

Finnick stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it. “Johanna?” He called out. 

The girl popped out from behind a tree trunk. “Is (Y/N) okay?” She shrieked, and you smiled at her concern. “Do you guys need anything?”

“Could you get us some clean water?” He hesitated, then added, “use the spile, please!”

Johanna gave him the middle finger. “I’m not four, Finnick, I know how to get clean water.” She started walking away, then screamed, “What, did you think I was going to bring you saltwater?”

Finnick rolled his eyes affectionately, then turned back to you. “You holding up okay?” 

His voice was softer than when he spoke to Johanna, and you appreciated it. You gave him a barely-there thumbs up and he gave you one of his best smiles. He stepped closer to you, then crouched in front of you, taking your hand away from your leg and pressing his there instead. 

“I love you,” you whispered, a quiet confession, and Finnick looked up in surprise. This was the first time you’d ever said it. “I mean-”

“I love you too,” he reassured you, and you relaxed under his hold. You grinned at him, butterflies swarming in your stomach, so happy he felt the same way about you. 

“I just wanted to tell you, you know, in case we don’t make it out of here.” 

he was literally born to be a girl dad

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oh and i named their daughter emma!

"Daddy!" As soon as Finnick opened the door, your daughter rushed into his arms, smushing her face into his thigh. His entire demeanour softened as he dropped his bag and lifted her into his arms, wrapping her tightly in them.

"Hi Em, baby," he murmured, his voice deep and gentle as he made his way over to you, lying on the couch.

Finnick then leaned over you to press a kiss to your forehead, greeting you as well with a soft, "Hi, honey," as you let out a quiet sound of appreciation.

He sat down next to you, shuffled slightly to make room for Emma in between the two of you. She whined a little and so did you when Finnick slightly moved, but he was just getting comfortable. He shot you an amused look and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly in his own.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" he asked, clearly to you, but your daughter decided she wanted to respond.

"'t was good," Emma whispered, her voice sweet and dripping with honey. "How was yours, daddy?"

Finnick looked like he was about to cry of happiness, his heart squeezing almost painfully in his chest. "It was good, honey, thank you for asking. It's better now that I'm with the two of you."

She smiled, so bright that it reminded you of Finnick's, and he mirrored her face on his own.

It wasn't long before Emma fell asleep, her head lolling against your shoulder. Finnick squeezed your hand before moving to get up, so quiet so that he wouldn't wake her up. He was back in a minute from her room, so you didn't have enough time to miss him before he pulled you in a tight hug.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back, and you softened in his arms as he massaged away all of the stress that had built up today. "You must be tired," he whispered, pressing bundles of kisses along your hairline. "How are you, really?"

"Mmm," you agreed, pulling away slightly from his chest to look at him. "Exhausted. But my day was good."

hope you feel better soon, anon!

finnick odair x fem!reader, set in catching fire, 0.5k words

warnings: description of throwing up, stomach ache

You vaguely heard them start to talk about a plan but all you could think about was the fish you had eaten earlier. It was raw, but you ate raw fish all the time back home. You started to feel slightly queasy but you tried to focus on what Beetee was saying.

"Here's what I propose," he said, his tone serious, and Finnick and Johanna turned to listen to what he was saying. "We leave the beach at dusk. We head to the lightning tree. That should draw them back to the beach."

Finnick's eyes met yours, and you must have looked really bad, because he moved to crouch in front of you. His eyes were worried as he assessed your face. "Is something wrong?"

You looked like you were about to burst into tears. "I don't know," you whined, quiet so as to not attract the others' attention. "I feel sick," you admitted. "Maybe it was the fish I ate earlier?"

His gaze grew understanding. "Maybe," he agreed, offering you a hand and pulling you up. You leaned against him gratefully. You felt the nausea start to rise and you pressed a hand to your mouth.

"Finnick," you whispered, and he knew what you needed. He pulled you to a tree out of view and you knelt down, bile spewing from your mouth and onto the bed of grass.

He stood behind you, rubbing diligently at your back, soothing sweeps up and down as he held your hair away from your face. "There you go," he murmured, "good job, sweetheart."

A stray hair fell in front of your face but he was quick to push it behind your ear. You lay in a heap at his feet, exhausted, eyes big and watery as you clung to him. Finnick looked like wanted to kill someone, but his touch softened when he stroked your hair.

"You okay to stand?" When he heard no response, he kneeled down on the ground with you, bringing his sleeve up to wipe the corner of your mouth. "Hey." Your eyes started to water and Finnick leaned down further to catch your wavering gaze. "Hey," he cooed, pressing you to his chest, "you're okay."

You let out a quiet whimper, tremors racking your frame as Finnick tried his best to hold you together. He gave you one last squeeze before pulling away to assess your face. "You feeling better?"

You gave him your best smile, the biggest you could manage at the moment. "A little. Thanks, Finn."

thank you that is the best compliment! and thanks for requesting!! i think this is one of the best things I've written tbh

fyi: POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) is a medical condition that can lead to an increased heart rate when standing up. it can cause lightheadedness, dizziness or fainting.

finnick odair x reader with POTS, set during catching fire (reader volunteered for annie instead of mags), 0.6k words

You were sitting on the sofa, curled up in Finnick's arms while the two of you rewatched Ceasar's interviews with the tributes for the 75th Hunger Games. Finnick played with loose strands from your ponytail while you fixated on the television, despite your oncoming headache and lightheadedness.

"You okay, lovely?" Finnick asked, concerned. He had always been sweet to you, a fact that hadn't changed when you'd told him you'd been diagnosed with POTS a couple years ago, and still didn't change when you had volunteered for Annie in the place of Mags. In fact, he'd grown even more protective over you.

You nodded, but the movement made your vision blurry. Pausing, you tried to turn around to Finnick. "I don't know," you whispered, a slightly panicked tone in your voice.

He frowned, and he shifted under from you, trying not to rock you too much. "That's okay. Can you just stay here for me, just for a second, honey? I'll go grab you some water."

When you gave him a thumbs up, he got up quickly, resting a hand on your shoulder for a second before heading into the kitchen. It took him a while to return, or at least, it seemed that way to you.

You grew worried, anxiety building up in your throat even though logically, you knew nothing would have happened to him. "Finnick?" you called, a croak in your voice. When he didn't respond, or you didn't hear it, you got up and immediately regretted your decision.

He rushed into the living room just in time to set down the glass of water and catch you as you fell, almost hitting your head on the edge of the coffee table. "Shit," he murmured, the expletive hot under his breath.

Finnick placed you gently back onto the sofa, a pillow under your head to keep it elevated. "Honey, c'mon," he said, his hands desperately cupping your cheeks. "Wake up for me, yeah?"

You blinked your eyes open, straining against the bright lights and he took notice of that, quickly shutting them off and returning back to your side. "Hi," he whispered, clearly worried about you.

"Hi," you whispered back, attempting to sit up. Finnick pushed you down with a firm hand to your chest. "No," he said sternly, a tone in his voice that dared you to defy him. You did not.

He reached to the table where he'd set down the glass and lifted it up to your mouth, watching intently as you gulped down a couple of sips. "That's it," he said, moving the cup when you finished.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked. Finnick looked distraught. You felt the strangest urge to comfort him.

You gave him the biggest smile you could muster, and since you were exhausted, it wasn't big at all. He looked almost constipated as he reciprocated the smile. "I'm okay," you muttered, a small reassurance in Finnick's eyes.

He let a breath of air he'd been holding release, and he climbed onto the sofa next to you, pulling you into his chest. You gladly went inside, feeling the remnants of your dizziness dissolve as you pressed yourself deeper into his body.

Finnick reached his hands up to your hair, kneading gently at your scalp. His movements were soothing and they helped calm down your aching headache. When you sighed in pleasure, he let out a surprised laugh, muffled by your hair.

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victor!finnick odair x plus sized!victor!fem!reader

tw: body insecurity!! don't read if you are uncomfortable please

"Is something wrong?" Finnick said, his voice deep and uncharacteristically quiet. His face looked raw as he stared at you, silently pleading with you to tell him something. Anything.

You forced a smile. "Nothing's wrong," you replied, averting your eyes from his heavy gaze and focusing on the mirror in front of you.

They were right, you thought. You were ugly. Too ugly to be with Finnick, anyway. He was skinny where you were curvy, he had muscles where you had rolls of fat. He had a pretty face and you had a chubby one. You were nothing special.

He tilted his head, unbelieving. "Honey," he murmured. "Please."

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out, away from him and his piercing look. You glanced back, and the hurt on his face was evident as you turned around again. "There's nothing wrong," you whispered.

Later, you lay face down on your bed, head shoved into your pillow. Your tears were silent, but even if they were loud, they would have been muffled anyway.

You heard a knock on the door. Finnick. "Can I come in?" he asked, too good for his own good.

Knowing he wouldn't stop until he found out what was wrong, you relented, a sigh so heavy he could hear it from outside the room.

He pushed open the door softly, his head peeking out from behind the frame. Spotting you on the bed, he immediately crouched down by your side, pulling you to face him with ease.

Finnick's gaze softened at the tear tracks on your face. "Oh, sweetheart," he crooned, his voice oozing with honey. "You gotta tell me what's wrong."

He cupped your cheeks in his warm palms, nothing in his eyes but care and concern. "I don't know," you whimpered, and his heart shattered. "They were just-"

His face hardened, his body becoming almost unresponsive except for the occasional thumbing away of your tears. "They? Who's they, honey?"

You sobbed, and he climbed into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. "It's okay," he cooed, "you're okay, baby."

Once you felt okay to speak, he pulled away from you, just slightly. "Some of the victors," you said, hesitating slightly. He motioned for you to keep going. "They were telling me awful things. About how I didn't deserve you. How I was fat, and ugly, and-"

Finnick cut you off with a finger to your lips. "And you believed them?" he asked, incredulous. "Honey, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, tightening his hold around you. "You're absolutely gorgeous, alright? Just the way you are."

"Really?" you murmured, your voice barely audible.

"Really. And if anyone tells you otherwise, I'll kill them myself."

You giggled wetly, pressing your face into his chest. "By the way," he said, "I'm just curious. Who said this to you?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted, wiping the remaining tears away from your cheeks. "I think they were the two from District Three. Why?"