#katnick

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Finnick Odair Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Finnick Odair Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Self-Harm, PTSD, peeta dies, Annie dies Summary:

“Do you…” His hands move steadily as she gathers her words, giving her time, always giving her extra time. “Do you think it will get easier?” He shifts, pressing his lips into the side of her head, his voice muffled as he speaks kisses into her hair. “Some days, probably. Some days probably not.”

Katniss and Finnick are a couple in  Waterlily by HGRomance, and they become a couple in Worry Is Calling by HPfanonezillion  but in both those stories the endgame is Everlark. 

    “Come in.” Madge called softly.

    Katniss looked over her shoulder at Finnick before pushing the door open and stepping inside. She started to gather her things. “You still feeling all right, Madge?” She asked as she leaned over her friend.

    Madge nodded. “Fine.” She glanced toward Finnick and then Prim.

    Katniss smiled. “It’s all normal. But if it gets to be too much, you send for my mother, she can come faster.” She leaned down and whispered, “Let your body heal before engaging in anything else.” She gave her friends each a significant look. “Let me give the baby one more examination.” She held out her arms and pulled the baby close. She smiled as she looked the baby over.

    “You just want an excuse to hold her.” Prim teased.

    “Only partially.” Katniss said with a grin as she looked over the baby.

    “Do you have a name yet?” Finnick asked as he looked over Katniss’s shoulder.

    Madge and Gale exchanged a look before Madge said, “We were thinking...”

You can now read Chapter Six!

And get some answers to a few of those burning questions!

(Finnick/Katniss chapter, but mostly Finnick getting some information from some surprising sources)

He grinned and sat back with a sigh. "I'm going to a meeting. And I don't know where or what it's about, but Caleb was adamant I go. He gave me some directions."

Katniss started drawing circles on the worn tabletop. "You have to be in the mines early. Is it going to take all night?"

Finnick crossed his arms. "Thanks for your concern. I don't get a lot of sleep with your tossing and turning anyway, so I'm used to it. I'll be okay."

She sighed. "You're so kind." She placed her boots by the door and walked toward the curtain. "Just don't be too loud when you come back."

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If you had told me at the beginning of the Quarter Quell that I would eventually find the presence of Finnick Odair to be a comfort, I would have laughed in your face.

Or thrown up. I doubt he even would have been offended. Johanna Mason is his best friend, after all. From experience, I’ve learned you get used to vulgarities.

Now? Now it’s nothing to barge into his rooms, unannounced and uninvited. If someone did it to me, I’d probably shoot them. Finnick tenses, but his first defence is an easy smile. His moves casually to slide his bit of rope out of view, before he realises it’s me. He doesn’t bother, and a wave of exhaustion wipes the smile away.

It’s flattering, I guess. More than that, it’s a relief. If he’d been in a bad place he wouldn’t have bothered to hide it from anyone, whether it was me or the President herself. Not that I have any idea what President Paylor would want to see Finnick for.

“And what,” Finnick asks, leaning back on his couch, “did I do to earn a visit from so august a presence?”

My mouth curls. I wrap my arms around my chest, trying for ‘crossed and stubborn’ and probably ending up closer to ‘hugging myself’. I try for words, but I think sometimes that I spent them all on the Mockingjay and her grand, inspiring speeches.

That’s the nice thing about being a war symbol in peace time, I guess. All I have to do these days is stand there and look inspiring. No one expects me to lead anything, or even really do anything. No one really wants me to. I still have to smile, but at least  I don’t have to do it with the threat of Snow killing everyone I know and love breathing down my neck.

Lost in my own thoughts, I fail to notice Finnick standing until his hand is pulling on mine. Not that I was ever touchy feely, but he’s one of the few people in the world I’m willing to let get that close. Even Peeta—

But Peeta still has trouble stopping himself from strangling me. Annie’s back in District Four, and Johanna recuperating with her. Neither of them are suited to the work of rebuilding Panem. Hell, most of the time I don’t think Finnick or me are either, but here we are. Gale – I don’t know where Gale is. Sometimes, I can convince myself that I don’t care. And it’s not fair to lay my battered and broken mind on my sister. Prim is still young. I know she has nightmares – we all have nightmares – but I think hers will fade with time.

Finnick rubs his thumb over the patchwork skin of my hand. They won’t fade, but I would have taken worse to keep my sister safe. Without having to think about it, I step closer to him, resting my forehead against his chest. He lets go of my hand, wrapping one arm around me, brushing a kiss over my forehead.

It feels nice. I’m not sure that I’m even allowed to feel nice anymore, but I’ll take what I can, when I can.

I’ve always been selfish.

“Sorry,” I say eventually. I don’t pull away, and neither does he. I do brace myself for the inevitable joke or innuendo, though.

It doesn’t come. “Don’t be.”

And I think of the exhaustion that had swept over him when he realised I was someone he could be safe with, someone he didn’t have to pretend to.