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Living Nightmares | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick wakes up to find you slipping away from him. As he tries to get help, he loses track of you, only to find you in the hands of the careers. The situation seems to get worse before he finally thinks he's at peace, but you're there to remind him to keep going.

Content Warnings/Tags: angst, a whole lot of it, fluff at the end though I'm not a monster, mentions of blood, hypothermia, violence

Word Count: 3.4k

A/n: I've been obsessing over our boy Finnick so here's a fic full of angst, because apparently that's the only thing my brain can think of. Dividers by @chilumitos

This wasn’t exactly where they had thought they’d be at the moment. It all started during the second day in the arena, they had the allies, they had the supplies, and they thought they had the advantage, but worry took over as they started losing sight of each other in a chase, and they tried to find the others, only to end up in a new part of the arena. It was dark, cold, and they had lost their supplies, and there was no food or water source nearby.

Neither of them was really to blame. It had been a long day, and the surroundings didn't inspire much hope. So, both of them had fallen asleep on some of the leaves that covered the ground. The cold air was still blowing around them.

But at least he wasn't alone, two sets of minds were better than one, at least he still had you.

The rising sun urged him to open his eyes, and he stretched out his arms, which had become stiff from the cold. It was only when he sat up and ran his hand through the hair that had fallen in your face that he noticed how cold you were. He quickly got up from behind you, pulling you into his lap, tilting your head up a little. Your skin was almost as white as snow, and your lips were starting to turn blue. The colour that once held so many fond memories of the ocean and the sky, now being replaced by fear and panic. He shook you lightly, trying to wake up as if you were just sleeping deeply. When you didn't react, he called out for you, his voice laced with concern.

“Y/n? Come on love, wake up.” But the only movement that came from you was your arm falling from where it was, the harsh thud to the ground reinforcing his fears.

“No, no come on. This isn't happening, wake up” Finnick had thought about this happening, how could he not when it was the basis for most of his nightmares? But he always woke up from those to find you resting in his arms, your soft breathing comforting him back to sleep. This time he didn't wake up, and he didn't hear your breathing to soothe him. He checked your pulse for a heartbeat, but all he could feel was his own heart racing in his chest. He looked around him as if there would be someone there to help, but you were alone.

He started CPR to try and quicken up your pulse, to get you to breathe again, and while he knew you probably couldn't hear him, he had to try.

“Do you remember when you came back from your first games, I really thought that had been the scariest moment of my life. When I survived my own, at least I knew you were alright at home. When you came back, I thought it was over, I wanted to see the positive side, but you seemed so weak, and having watched you, I knew how bad of a state you were in. It tore me apart to have to see it and not be able to do anything." His voice cracks a little, his head starting to swim with more thoughts.

"I won’t do this without you. You can't leave me now, not like this." He pushes a little harder on your chest while doing compression. He's sure if he does so anymore, he will crack one of your ribs.

"I imagined us getting married. I imagined proposing to you by the lake, that little spot you showed me, I know how happy you were in the middle of the field of dandelions. Every worry seemed to slip away from you, like a little hideaway from the horrors of the world. That's how you make me feel every time I'm with you. It's like there is no one in the whole world except us. And I know how cliche that sounds, I know you never liked cliches, but it's true, you are my world, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you.”

Right as he was about to pour out more of his heart to you, he heard a noise coming from the distance. The steps were too heavy to be coming from a small animal, but his instincts also told him that whoever it was, they weren't there to help.

He knew he had two options. try and fight off whatever was coming while carrying the love of his life with him. Or keep you hidden, try and fight while distracting them away from you and coming back when the coast was clear. He tried his best to hide you underneath a blanket of leaves, making you disappear into the surroundings, he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, scared to get too close and feel how cold your skin still was. He heard the footsteps come closer.

“Just hold on a little longer darling, I’ll be back before you know it.”

And so he turned around, grabbing his trident a little harder than normal, and came face to face with one of the careers. Finnick's muscles were still sore from the night, but he was ready to run. He had to get away from here before the tribute started to wonder if he had been alone.

He ran towards a clearing, making the tribute follow behind him. He ran to a split in the path, which gave him two options, left or right. He heard rustling coming not far behind him, and his instincts told him to go right, so he did. He ran for a while until he reached a dead end, the line of trees becoming so dense he couldn't get through anymore. The tribute was still on his heels, and Finnick had to think fast again. He saw a body of water nearby and decided that diving in, despite the creatures that might be in it, and the chilling temperature it must be, would be better than certain death. He knew he would be able to outswim the career, it luckily being one of his strengths. He started to run towards it, and when he got to the edge, he jumped like his life depended on it, but it still wasn't his life he was worried about, it was yours.

Once he got to the other side of the water, he looked back, and the tribute was nowhere to be seen, probably having decided that the risk of the wild waters wasn't worth it. Finnick wasn't thinking about the relief of escape, all he was thinking about was how much time you had left.

It was by some sort of miracle he found Peeta, Johanna and the others on a small beach nearby, and he practically ran straight into them at full speed without even announcing himself. Once the others had realized it was Finnick, and he was not a danger to them, they calmed down, but the state of despair he was in did alarm them soon after

Peeta looked up at him, he was completely out of breath from how fast he had run.

“Sit down Finnick, try and catch your breath” He told him, while placing an assuring hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no time to sit down, I need to go back.” He spoke with such certainty it startled the others.

“Go back where?”

“ To the clearing, I don't know where it was, but I remember how to get there.”

“Why do you need to go back?” Johanna asked him, seeming confused.

“Because y/n is still there, and she doesn't have long”

The others didn't need to hear more, and started to pack up the things they had with them to follow him.

When they had made it back, Johanna was in front with Finnick, she wouldn't care to admit it out loud, but she was worried about you as well.

“Where?” She asked him

“Over by the cut-down stumps, next to the maple and the oak tree.” Finnick had memorized the entire area in order not to lose track of you, and with Johanna being from the lumber district, he knew this clue would be the most helpful to her.

“There’s no one here” she said, looking back at him frustrated.

“There has to be, she was right there when I left.”

“She might have been, but unless hypothermia comes with the power to turn invisible, she’s gone.”

“Well, she couldn't have left by herself” His mind was reeling with all the possibilities, each one more horrible than the last.

“Well then who took her, there are no drag marks, it wasn't any kind of mutt.”

“I don't know, maybe-” his eyes fell to the mud next to the fallen leaves, the ground here was in permafrost, it couldn't have come from here. When the tribute started chasing him he had already put distance between where you were and where he was going. They must have gone back after he went into the water to try and see if he had any supplies, and have found you. But your body wasn't here, that was a good thing, that means you must be alive, why else would they have taken you?

“They’re at the swamp”

“How are you so sure?”

“The career, he was alone when he chased me, he has to have set up camp somewhere with the others, it can't be far from here otherwise he wouldn't have carried her.”

“Alright, but we don't even know where that is, the swamp must be massive, they could be anywhere, we can’t just run in without a plan.” Johanna tried to reason, looking over to Finnick, only to realise he was no longer there.

“Where did he go?” Peeta asks her.

“Probably to the swamp, probably without a plan.” She sighed, she was annoyed, but couldn't say she was surprised, she knew he would do anything for you, including laying down his own life.

“How do we find him, we don't even know where the swamp is, y/n and Finnick were the only ones who crossed it.”

“You don't happen to have a map, do you?” Johanna asks, sarcasm heavy as usual.

While the others were trying to figure out where exactly Finnick had run off to, he himself ran into some trouble. He knew it was his fault for going in without a plan or any backup, but he had listened to his heart, not his head. His heart convinced him he had to find you, telling him that if he didn't find you and wake you up, he’d never be able to see your eyes looking back into his. His heart was telling him to go and save you, even though his head was telling him it was probably already too late anyway.

He wasn't paying close attention to his surroundings as he should have been, trying with all his might to find you. They had found him when he was distracted and from that moment on they kept trying to break him. He was tied with his back against a tree, most of his body covered in blood and a little dizzy from the loss of it.

“It’s very easy to figure out what makes you tick Odair” the district one tribute spoke to him. He couldn't see very far ahead of him, and he couldn't see you anywhere.

“What’s that supposed to mean” He was confused and angry. Confused about what they meant, why they hadn't killed him. Angry they kept him from finding you, from holding you.

“Don’t worry, you'll find out soon enough.”

And as if it was planned, right after the career had spoken, a loud, soul-cracking scream echoed around him. Finnick immediately recognized it, how could he ever forget? It couldn't be real, it had to be a trick, jabber-jays, something. But there wasn't a flock of birds around, and nothing would be able to replicate such a crushing sound. He tried closing his eyes, but when he did his imagination ran wild with images and scenarios, and it only made it worse. The only thing he could do to calm down was tell himself it wasn't real, even if he didn't believe it, repeating it like a mantra over and over.

“It isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real.” It was nothing more than a whisper and most probably only a mumble of incoherent words.

“Oh but that's the best part Odair, it is real, and it's not gonna stop until you give us what we want. to know.”

“You’re lying” He spit out, barely able to say the next words without falling apart completely “I saw her die.” A single tear makes its way down his face as he tries to keep his composure, cracking now wouldn't do him or you any good.

“Are you willing to take that risk? She’s pretty feisty, I'll give you that, but if you don't crack soon and tell us where your friends are, she's not gonna make it.

He tried ignoring it, trying to listen to his head instead of his heart, but once again the attempt was futile. All he could hear was the screaming, even when he was sure it had actually stopped, the sound still lived in his head. It was hard to say which was worse, the deafening screams, or the silences in between.

He tried to think with his head, tried to think what you would say to him. It would probably be something along the lines of ‘don’t do anything stupid when I'm not there.’

It was far too late for that.

When the career returned, he had a smile on his face that seemed way too happy for the situation they were in.

“She’s strong, that girl of yours, that much is true. The question is for how much longer, everyone has a point of no return, and I have a feeling she’ll cross it soon, But you can make it stop, tell us where your friends are, and it’ll stop.” The tribute had bent down so he was face to face with him, and by the look in his eyes, he now knew for sure this wasn't a bluff.

Finnick didn't know where they were, they wouldn't have stayed at the beach where he found them or at the clearing where the two of you had slept for the night. And maybe it was for the best he didn't know, because right now if he was honest with himself, he would have told them anything he knew if they wanted it. He would do anything to get to hold you again, to feel the warmth of your body against his, to feel your lips pressed against his own. But the careers weren't stupid, he had no reason to believe they would actually let you go, and even if they did, he knew a part of you would never forgive him for what he would have done.

“This is a waste of time.” He screamed, silently hoping you were close enough and conscious enough to hear his voice, hoping it would be enough to tell you not to give up. He pulled at the ropes tying his hands together with all the strength he had left, knowing it would likely not achieve anything, but hoping for it nonetheless.

But it didn't make a difference, your screams didn't stop, and his heartache didn't stop. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours, up until a point where Finnick couldn't tell how much time had passed. It was difficult to keep track of time when you kept blacking out, but it was peaceful in the most morbid way. He didn't sleep, he lost consciousness, so he didn't dream. When he blacked out he had a moment of peace, a moment where he didn't hear your screams echoing around in his head. But he would always wake up and have to face reality again.

He couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore, he couldn't hear his breathing or his thoughts, all he could hear was the screaming and the cries, even though he wasn't sure if they were there or if his mind kept playing tricks on him. He had always feared this, but he didn't think that his worst nightmares would actually come true.

He looked down and saw a puddle of his blood staining the ground and the leaves he was sitting on. The last thing he heard before he blacked out again was shouting coming from the distance.

When he wakes up he can't see much, his eyes heavy and his body tired. But he can feel his cheeks getting wet, it’s a heavy liquid and he guesses it's his blood until he opens his eyes far enough to see you kneeling in front of him, your hands cupping his cheeks to lift his face while you're silently crying, the tears creating a clear path down the grime on your face.

“y/n?” His voice barely reaches a whisper, but you look up into his eyes immediately.

“Finnick, oh god, please wake up we have to get out of here.” Your voice sounds strained, and Finnick isn't sure if it's because of all the screams that must have taken a toll on you, or if the sounds have damaged his ears, he hopes for your sake it's the latter.

“No we don’t” He says with a sense of peace that doesn't match up with the predicament you're in.

“What do you mean?” You ask him, while trying to remove some of the blood stains from his skin, but failing miserably.

“We’re in heaven, aren't we, that's why you're here, I was hoping I would see you.” A sob from your throat almost interrupts his whispering, and he looks up to you again.

“Why are you covered in so much blood” He reaches out to touch your face ever so gently, as if he's scared you're only a figment of his imagination, and you could disappear anytime.

“It’s nothing, I’m alright, I’m more worried about you, you look like you could open your very own blood bank with how much you’re losing.” Your voice is shaky, and it matches the tremble of your hands.

“No need to worry about that, You're here to bring me to heaven, we’ll be together again, it’ll all be perfect.”

“Finnick listen to me! I’m not here to take you to heaven, I’m real and I'm right here in front of you and I need you to stay awake!”

Only he’s not responding to you anymore, his eyes closed again.

“Goddamnit”

You tried to lift him off the ground, but almost fell over once you got him upright. You weren't in your strongest state, and Finnick not being in any conscious state wasn't helping, his whole body weight leaning on you. You put your arm around his shoulder and put the other around his middle, trying to keep him standing so you could move. But with your hands busy trying to keep Finnick upright, you had no way to defend yourself. All the commotion must have alerted other tributes, but you didn't know how many there were to begin with, or who even started the disturbance that allowed you to break free. You thanked whoever was listening that the two of you made it out of the swamp without running into further trouble, and entered an opening of trees that finally allowed bright sunlight to touch upon your skin. You can hear footsteps close by, and prepare for the worst.

“We need to get the two of you back to the others” A familiar voice enters your ears, and you didn't know you could ever be so grateful to find Beetee.

You make your way to a lake not far away. When you get there, you refuse to leave Finnick’s side when Beetee had insisted you needed tending to as well. It was like an unspoken rule. Whenever one of you was hurt, the other didn't leave their side until you were sure they were going to be okay. But you weren't sure, and you weren't leaving him. So you lay down next to him, and the others knew it was useless to try and separate you.

After some time had passed, Finnick started to softly grunt and woke you up with him. Your face contorted in a mix of anger and pain. You leapt up into his arms. It hurt him a little with how tight you were holding him, but he didn't dare let go. Still a little afraid it wasn't real. But he could feel your breathing against his neck, hear you crying in his ear, and hear your heart beating in your chest, in sync with his, you were here, and you were okay.

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mockingjay-sings · 7 months

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God loves you, but not enough to save you So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself ― Katniss Everdeen + Sun Bleached Flies, Ethel Cain

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lvstcd · 4 months

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no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 1]

A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese <;3 happy birthday bbg

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)

SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she watches as her little cousin from district 12 tours around panem, a rebellion starting, and soon, chaos as the quarter quell comes to its beginning.

GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

oc - original character(s)

EDITED BUT THERE COULD STILL BE MISTAKES :0

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RHYS marley. the youngest victor of the hunger games. she won at the ripe age of twelve years old. nine years later, at the age of twenty-one years old, she sat in the victor village of district four, watching her little cousin from district twleve, zephyr marley, tour around panem with her fellow victor and lover, peeta mellark. she chews on a granola bar, watching intently, her long platinum blonde here tangled and thrown into a low messy bun as she had her black boyfriend framed glasses resting gently on the bridge of her nose, sliding down every couple of minutes, causing her to push them back up. she watched her cousin plaster on a fake smile as she read the words from the card that was given to her, some of the people in the districts yelling in anger and confusion.

she turns the tv down as she hears giggling outside of her mansion, the voices of finnick odair and annie cresta being heard. she stands up, walking over to her window and peaks out from behind the curtain, watching the pair laugh as they're wrapped up in each others arms. she steps away from the window, shuffling off to her bedroom, laying on her bed and staring at the wall, the sounds of birds chirping and wind banging against her window.

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"finnick!" rhys yells, tears brimming her eyes as she watches her best-friend get reaped for the hunger games, her heart dropping to her stomach. she watches the reaping from outside, as she was only eleven years old, and not old enough to be reaped. her mother brushes her hair, holding her against her body tightly, "rhys, please." her mother whispers, tearing up as finnicks mother sobs next to them, gripping onto his fathers arm. rhys watches him get dragged inside the building while watching the other kids of district four leave, hugging their family and friends, grateful it wasn't them.

rhys looks at finnicks mother, sobbing, "please tell him to be careful. tell him to survive. he needs to survive." tears are streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably, her heart breaking inside of her chest.

weeks later, finnick arrives home, winning the hunger games. rhys waits outside of her house, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she waits for finnick to arrive home. she stares at the ground, waiting, when she hears her name being called. looking up, she sees her bestfriend, his eyes scared and tired as he jogs towards her, his arms wide open. rhys stands up, "finnick!" she cries, running towards him and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, sobbing into his chest. "you did it." she whispers into him, hearing him sniffle above her. "i did." he whispers back, hugging her tightly.

rhys blinks, zoning back into reality as she realizes it's past dusk. standing up, she grabs her bathroom essentials and walks to the bathroom, turning on the water to scalding hot and climbing in, letting the water beat against her skin, turning her red. "rhys?" her mother calls from outside the door, "are you in the shower?" she asks, listening in. rhys hums, "yes, mother. i just got in. do you need something?" she asks softly, rubbing her hands over her face. her mother tells her no and walks away, her footsteps gradually getting quieter on the other side of the door.

rhys finishes her shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel around her body. she dries her hair and brushes it, the platinum blonde strands hanging down to her lower back. she wipes the mirror off with her arm, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her baby blue eyes staring right back at her as she tries to recognize herself, the old image of herself no where to be found. she changes into pajamas and walks out of the bathroom and into her room, climbing into her bed and staring at the ceiling. eventually, her eyes close as she drifts asleep, the sound of crickets buzzing outside of her window.

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"the female tribute of district four.." silence, no one dares to speak. "rhys marley." rhys' eyes widen as she looks around her, her heart sinking to her stomach as everyones eyes turn to her, watching her slowly make her way up the stairs and stand in front of everyone. she watches finnick from afar, his eyes widened and scared as he shakes.

rhys waits in the room, looking out the window as her family walks in, rushing to hug her as they let out a few tears. "you can do this, baby. i believe in you. do whatever it takes to survive." her mother whispers, hugging her tightly and kissing the top of her head as she brushes a few strands of rhys' hair out of her face, her thumbs caressing her cheeks. "mom." she whispers softly, "i love you. if i don't make it out of there, please tell finnick he's the bestest friend i ever had. please. dont forget me." her mother nods, letting out a sob as she grips onto her tightly, brushing her hair.

a couple weeks later, rhys arrives back home, her eyes widened and tired, the images of peoples bodies, blood, and chaos forever burned and engraved into her mind. she slowly walks into victors village, her mother running to her, sobbing and immediately wrapping her arms around her daughter, grateful she's alive. finnick runs out of his mansion, "rhys!" he yells, running as fast as he can to her, instantly wrapping his arms around her as he sheds a tear. "thank god." he whispers into her hair, holding onto her tightly as she silently stands there, emotionless and exhausted, her innocence forever destroyed.

rhys sits up, sweating and out of breath as another nightmare fogged her brain. she gasps for air, her eyes wide as she panics and looks around her dark room, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. her mother shuffles in, rubbing her eyes. "you okay, baby?" her mother asks her quietly, climbing into bed with her. "it's okay, mama. i'm okay. just another nightmare." rhys whispers, rubbing her eyes and wiping the couple tears off of her cheeks. her mother ignores her, lying down next to her under the covers, wrapping her arms around rhys' body and brushing her hair. "it's okay, baby. i'm here. get some sleep." her mother whispers into her hair, humming softly as rhys nods and lays down, feeling at ease with her mothers presence. "thank you." rhys whispers, her eyes closing as she listens to her mothers peaceful humming, falling back asleep.

a few days later, rhys sits in the living room, her legs crossed and her hair thrown into a pony tail as she watches the tv, waiting for the news about the quarter quell, her mother and her father sitting beside her, watching as well. she watches president snow come up on the screen, her eyebrows furrowing as she stares at him, her hands shaking in anger.

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lukespookie · 1 month

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the fact that finnicks last thought was probably not about annies lips and it was most likely about how much getting absolutely fucking chowed down on hurt 😭😭

anyways YALL IM SO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED 😭

#hunger games #hunger games mockingjay #mockingjay #finnick odair #thg finnick #odesta #annie cresta #thg annie

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moonsbypadfoot · 4 months

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'If we burn, you burn with us'

#the hunger games #hunger games #district 12 #d12 #mockingjay #everlark #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #everdeen x mellark #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #team peeta #katniss everdeen #hunger games moodboard #hunger games mockingjay #hunger games fan #hunger games catching fire #moodboard #hunger games reread

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sad-trash-hobo · 11 months

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Thinking about how if Coin and the rebellion had treated the victors like real soldiers instead of propaganda objects, then they probably would've lived. They sent them into a war zone with fancy weapons like a bow and arrow and a spear. They gave Cressida a big ass machine gun and everyone else manual or hand to hand combat weapons. I will never forgive them for letting Cressida go up the latter first and leaving Finnick to deal with the most violent mutts with only a trident/spear thing. If they had given them actual automatic weapons, then they could've all lived. But they treated them the same way the capital did. As objects meant to prove their point.

#i hate Coin so much #hunger games #hunger games catching fire #hunger games mockingjay #finnick odair #Katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #sam claflin #liam Hemsworth #cressida #boggs #give them machine guns for gods sake

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moonknightstarrs · 4 months

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There’s something about the hunger games series that I find really interesting. The something I’m referring to is Gale. Specifically his fate.

So often I see people say ‘Gale die’ (which I myself have said) or ‘he should have died instead of Finnick’. Yes I would have loved for Finnick to survive more than anything. And if THG needed a death of a main character then Gale would have been my automatic choice.

But-

There’s something so satisfying about Katniss choosing to never see Gale again. ‘Goodbye Gale’ feels so much more powerful and good. Because we know Katniss Everdeen. If Gale had died she would have felt so much guilt it would have been unbearable. Even after knowing what Gale did. He was still her closest thing to a friend when she was young. He helped her survive after her Dad was killed. If he died she would still miss him and she would blame herself for it. Because she’s still a young adult going through trauma and war and human beings tend to turn those negative feelings and thoughts towards themselves.

So her choosing to never see Gale is a slap in the face to him. Which I find beautiful. If he died, he’d never feel the guilt of killing all of those people, those children, the guilt of killing Prim. He wouldn’t have known what happened. He’d never pay for the way he treated Katniss and Peeta. But now- now he has to live with the fact that he killed his closest friend’s (/girlfriend’s) sister. The one thing in life she loved more than anything. The person she loved more than the world. He has to live with the fact that Katniss hates him, that he disgusts her, that he reminds her of the very evil they tried to destroy and she never wants to see him again.

Call me horrible or cruel for liking that but honestly Gale deserves what he got. I’m not saying he should be tortured to death but I just think death would have been a little too fast to justify his actions and behaviour.

#With that being said #I still would be happy if Gale died and Finnick lived #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #gale hawthorne #anti gale hawthorne #hunger games mockingjay part 2 #hunger games catching fire #hunger games mockingjay #katniss everdeen #primrose everdeen

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seventyone-71 · 5 months

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rewatching the hunger games in prep for the prequel and OH MY GOD I FORGOT HOW STUPID GALE IS

Bros first words in the movie are "the hunger games are all performative. you dont win by being good you win by being popular" and when he says bye to katniss he says "put on a show to win"

AND THEN HE GETS PISSED WHEN SHE DOES JUST THAT AND KISSES PEETA??

like GIRL SHUT UPPP YOU HYPOCRITE

forever a gale hater and team peeta

#not gale of waterdeep i love that autistic power/boot hungry idiot #hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games movies #hunger games mockingjay #the hunger games mockingjay #the hunger games movie #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #thg katniss #the hunger games katniss #katniss and gale #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #thg peeta #team peeta #the hunger games gale #thg gale

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trexinspace · 11 months

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so im rereading Mockingjay and its so evident that Gale is so emotionally immature compared to Peeta and Katniss (duh, he didn't have to survive two hunger games). But why is this man telling Katniss he was worried Finnick had a crush on her?? Finnick??? As in Finnick 'i cant get my mind off of Annie, I wish she were dead instead of captured' Odair??

Honestly, a very subtle way to remind the audience that despite everything that the characters have gone through, they are children

#hunger games #hunger games mockingjay #hunger games catching fire #catching fire #mockingjay #finnick odair #finnick #gale hawthorne #gale #katniss #katniss everdeen #peeta #peeta mellark #i mean like where does that even come from #we are in the middle of a war lets focus

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bugbugboy · 4 months

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Ngl Haymitch SERVED SOME LOOKS

#look me in the eyes and tell me im delusional #go on i know its not that hard #oh you think he's fine as well???#that makes us both brilliant and not mentally incorrect #good for us #haymitch #haymitch abernathy #hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games catching fire #hunger games mockingjay #mockingjay part 1 #mockingjay part 2 #woody harrelson

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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

-✧ Living Nightmares [angst/fluff] [3.4k] Finnick wakes up to find you slipping away from him. As he tries to get help, he loses track of you, only to find you in the hands of the careers. The situation seems to get worse before he finally thinks he's at peace, but you're there to remind him to keep going

-✧ Pt. 1, He Knows Better [angst] [1.6k] requested He tells himself not to get close to you, because what is the point? But when you survive your games he finds that he can't stop thinking about you. When he finally comes to see you, you're in pieces, and he swears to himself he will put you back together, no matter the costs. -✧ Pt. 2, Should've Known [angst] [1.1k] Life brought you and Finnick blissful peace, at least for a little while. (this is a part 2 of He Knows Better but can be read on its own as well)

-✧ Frozen Solid [angst/fluff] [2.6k] requested Your past is haunting you, but Finnick is there to remind you it's going to be okay

-✧ Cherished Moments [fluff] [1.2k] requested Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much

-✧ After All These Years [angst/fluff] [1.0k] requested You think he no longer cares, and he thinks you're better off without him. But the reaping for the 75th hunger games puts a dent in both of those thoughts

-✧ Pt. 1, Remember [angst] [4.0k] The capitol has taken you from him, but he won't let them keep you, all you need to do is remember -✧ Pt. 2, Trying to Forget [angst] [1.3k] Finnick is trying to make peace with simply being your friend, because he thinks that is better than not getting to see you at all, but he might be proven painfully wrong -✧ Pt. 3, The Will of the Moirai [angst] [1.5k] Time passes in district 13 and Finnick wonders if everything will ever be as it was, but the moment everything feels like it did before, fate interrupts -✧ Pt. 4, One Day at a Time [fluff] [1.6k] A short collection of sweet moments shared between you and Finnick as you recover, reminding the both of you of the love you share

-✧ Intertwined Demise [angst] [1.1k] It only takes a single second for his world to fall apart in your hold

-✧ Proven Wrong [smut] [1.4k] Finnick broke things off with you, but everything changes when he gets jealous

-✧ Soon and Sooner [angst] [1.7k] Finnick makes his way back to you after the arena separated the two of you last night. He is worried about your safety in a place as cruel as this, but he knows in his heart he'll see you soon again. Turns out it wasn't exactly the reunion he had hoped for.

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mockingjay-sings · 11 months

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THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY - PART 1 (2014) → deleted scene

#the hunger games #hunger games #peeta mellark #president snow #peeta #coriolanus snow #moviegifs #thgedit #filmgifs #mockingjaygifs #mockingjay #hunger games mockingjay #gifhungergames #thg #thg edit #the hunger games edit #hunger games edit #hunger games deleted scenes #hunger games deleted scene

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lvstcd · 4 months

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no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 2]

A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese <3 happy birthday bbg

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)

SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she watches as president snow makes the announcement about the quarter quell, causing chaos for all victors in each district.

GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

oc - original character(s)

EDITED BUT THERE COULD STILL MISTAKES THAT I MISSED :0 LINKS FOR OUTFITS AND HAIRSTYLES ARE IN THERE IF YOURE INTERESTED.

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"THE male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district."

rhys freezes, her heart sinking to her stomach as her mother cries out in heartbreak, gripping onto rhys' father, "no! no, this isn't fair. my baby." rhys ignores her parents and stands up, running out of the victors mansion and through victors village, running until she cant anymore, stopping and dropping to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lets out ragged sobs, struggling to breathe properly as she starts to panic, gripping at the grass on the ground to try to surround herself.

an hour or so later, rhys finally calms down and is able to catch her breath. she stands up shakily, walking back home, her cheeks red and tear stained. she hears finnick yelling from inside his home as she walks up her stairs, stepping inside her house. her mother immediately rushes to her and embraces her, brushing her hair. she hugs her mom tightly, too tired to cry anymore. she pulls away, walking away from her mom and climbing up the stairs to go to her room. she crawls on top of her bed and lays in a ball, her tired eyes staring at the wall. she closes her eyes, falling asleep.

she awakes the next morning, climbing out of bed and taking a hot bath. she shuts the water off, sitting there, before slowly sliding under the water, submerging herself. her mother knocks on the door, reminding her that she needs to get ready. rhys sits up, wiping the water off of her face and washing herself before climbing out of the water and drying off.

she throws on a denim jumpsuit with a heart shape cut out on the back, her pale skin showing. she throws her hair in a loose ponytail and slides on her boots, walking out of the house and towards the centre hall with the peace keepers, mags, finnick, and annie behind her. she stands beside annie, looking down at the ground as the announcer smiles and announces the quarter quell with an over enthusiastic voice.

"the female tribute is..." theres a long pause as the announcer grabs a peice of paper, opening it and smiling, "annie cresta." rhys looks up, looking at finnick. she watches his eyes widen and can physically see his heart break as annie lets out a strangled sob.

rhys looks between the both of them, "i volunteer as tribute." she states loud enough for everyone to hear her. she can feel finnick's eyes on her while she looks at annie, nodding at her. annie looks at rhys with wide and surprised eyes. rhys takes her place, standing there, while the announcer grabs a piece of paper for the male tributes.

"and now for the male tributes. the male tribute for the the third quarter quell is.." rhys stares at the ground, her fingers fiddling with the rings that she is wearing.

"finnick odair." rhys doesn't look up, but she can hear annie's sobs from beside her. they turn around and walk into the building, leaving the outside world. they're immediately brought to the train to head to the capitol. rhys sits down at the table, watching the world moving in a fast pace as they speed towards the capitol. suddenly, rhys feels a presence behind her.

"why'd you do it?" she looks up, seeing finnick standing there, "we haven't spoken in years. why did you volunteer for annie?" rhys lets out a breath, looking down at her pant leg, fiddling with it.

"because," she starts, "i see the way you look at her. if she dies, you wouldn't be able to live without her." she looks up at him, standing up, "if i die, you'll be perfectly fine." she walks away, leaving finnick standing speechless as she walks to her room, laying on her bed in a ball, drowning in her thoughts.

the next morning, they arrive to the capitol. rhys walks off of the train, finnick following behind her as he watches her every move, scared to say something. they walk in and are lead to their districts room. mags smiles at rhys, giving her a small kiss on the forehead. rhys smiles, "hi, mags," and hugs mags tightly, staring at the ground as she does so. she sits on the couch, finnick awkwardly sitting a few spots away from her.

"you don't wear your necklace anymore." he points out in a whisper. rhys looks at him and looks down at her chest, nodding. she hasn't worn the necklace in years. finnick had gifted it to her after they both won the games, inside was a picture of them as kids. after finnick had mentored annie and fell in love with her, rhys stopped wearing it. there was no point in wearing something that had no meaning anymore. not after he brushed her to the back burner and stopped thinking of her existence entirely.

they start immediately talking about rhys and finnick making allies out there in the arena. they go through every victor, when zephyr marley and peeta mellark pop up on the screen. rhys gasps, tears in her eyes, "no." finnick looks at her, confused.

"what?" he asks quietly, watching her. "s-she.. she can't be in the quarter quell she just won last year." finnick looks at her confused, "is that zephyr? your cousin that used to visit when we were kids?" rhys stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, nodding.

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"i'm going to miss you so much, zeph." rhys says softly, looking at her little cousin. zephyr smiles sadly, wrapping her arms around rhys, "i'm going to miss you, too." rhys pulls away, wiping a tear, "i got something for you to think of me when you go back to district twelve." rhys smiles, pulling a pin out of her back pocket and pinning it to zephyrs shirt.

"what is it?" zephyr asks, looking up at her. "a mockingjay," rhys smiles at her, "i saw it at the market and immediately thought of you." rhys brushes a strand of zephyrs long black hair out of her face. zephyr hugs rhys tightly again, "i'll see you soon." rhys giggles, "see you soon, zeph."

zephyrs and rhys' mother watch them, smiling, "look at them. our yin and yang."

rhys watches zephyr on the screen, the mockingjay pin pinned into her shirt, a fake smile plastered on her lips.

the next day, rhys and finnick are being styles for the grand entrance for all the victors. rhys is dressed in a blue wrangled dress with her hair in a braided half updo. she stands outside of her buggy, ignoring finnick's presence as he spots zephyr, walking over to her.

"zephyr marley. rhys' little cousin, right?" he smiles at her, flaunting his charm. zephyr glances at him, her face emotionless as she looks at him, "you must be finnick odair. the infamous capitol playboy. how do i pay for the pleasure of your company?" finnick stares at her, his eyebrows furrowing at the distaste on zephyrs tongue.

rhys turns around, seeing zephyr, "zeph!" she yells, jogging towards zephyr and attacking her in a hug, her arms tightly wrapped around zephyrs body. she pulls away, a smile on her lips. zephyr smiles at her, "hi, yang." she smiles brightly, completely ignoring finnick's presence behind him. "you look beautiful." rhys gasps, looking at her dress and hair.

zephyr's wearing a beautiful black dress with her hair in a braided half updo with metal accents. zephyr gasps as she looks at rhys' dress, her eyes widening, "rhys, you look stunning." rhys goes to speak but haymitch comes over, "ah, there's the capitols sweetheart." he smiles at rhys, hugging her softly.

"you two know eachother?" zephyr asks, looking between the two of them. haymitch laughs, "oh yes, miss girl on fire, we do. during your hunger games last year, this girl right here became a sponsor to help you throughout your games. she ultimately saved you and peeta with all the gifts she sent to you." rhys looks at zephyr as zephyrs jaw slightly drops.

"rhys.. that was you? it wasn't haymitch this entire time?" rhys shakes her head no, "no, zeph. it was me. i knew what you were getting into. and i knew that i needed to do my best to help you." zephyr sends her a sad smile, wrapping her arms around rhys tightly,

"thank you." she whispers into rhys' hair, kissing her cheek softly. rhys smiles as zephyr pulls away and sees peeta mellark walking over. "you must be peeta." rhys smiles, holding out her hand for him to shake, "im rhys. rhys marley."

peeta smiles, "zephyr's big cousin right? the youngest victor ever?" rhys nods, shaking his hand, "that's me." all of the sudden, all of the stylists start to urge everyone to their buggies, the grand entrance about to begin. "i'll see you after." rhys whispers, sending a nod to zephyr and peeta before walking over to her buggy, finnick climbing on, offering to lend a hand to rhys to climb on. ignoring him, rhys climbs in.

"why are you acting like this?" finnick asks her softly, a hurt expression on his face, "i am still the finnick you know and grew up with." rhys doesn't look at him, her eyes focused on the buggy infront of them, "you're different. i don't recognize you." she says in a soft voice, ignoring finnick's eyes on her. he lets out a soft scoff, looking away from her as the buggies start to move.

"i don't recognize you either, rhys."

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