Prompt: You are a Victor, and along with Finnick, the two of you get chosen to compete in the 75th Quarter Quell, but you end up getting captured by Peeta and Johanna.
Pairing: Finnick x Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games.
A/N: Yay, my first THG imagine! I hope you all enjoy!
You were sitting on the beach, glad that there was no terror yet. The Quarter Quell, you laughed to yourself. You hadn’t expected that Snow would make sure that to have only Victors in the Games. You knew Snow’s reasoning behind all of this.
Katniss Everdeen. The Girl on Fire. One of the Victors of the 74th annual Hunger Games.
You wanted to hate her. She was the reason why Snow had dragged all of the Victors in the Reaping, although that was not how you ended up here. Yes, Finnick was chosen as the male tribute, but Annie, his best friend since childhood, was chosen.
You’ve known her for so a long time, and she had been affected to much by the Games, it had taken a toll on her sanity. You didn’t want her to suffer, so instead you decided to volunteer, much to Finnick’s dismay. Now, you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but you feel as if Annie shouldn’t have to suffer.
Finnick sat down next to you, “We’ve got to go. Tick tock, it’s a clock. Remember, (y/n)?” He asked, not pulling you close. You didn’t feel anything, but sadness. Knowing the high chance that either you, Finnick, or both wouldn’t be making it out alive. At least Annie would be safe from this nightmare.
“Look, I’ll go gather my things alright.” You said, but before you could get up, Finnick pulled you down into the sand. You were confused, you had to move, before whatever thing was thrown your way.
“Listen, thanks for volunteering for Annie, it means a lot to me.” Finnick said, for the first time, seeming at a loss for words. He was usually pretty eloquent. You smiled. “I just couldn’t imagine her being here. I don’t want her to suffer.”
“I know.” You said, and got up. “I have to get my stuff and then we’ll go, alright, Finnick.” You got up and went for your stuff. You knew how to salvage supplies, and thankfully you had a full pack full.
You were about to sling your backpack over your shoulder, but it wasn’t there anymore. You pulled out your knife from your boot. You should have expected this, anyone would do anything to survive, and you were no exception to the rule.
You heard a shuffle, but that was your mistake, being caught so off guard. Something hit the back of your head, hard. Your vision blurred, and you fell the ground. You reached for your knife, which you had dropped in the sand. You meekly grabbed it, trying to turn around, but you felt a weight on top of you.
A muscular young woman, with dark hair, was sitting on top of you, nearly choking the life out of you. You kneed her and pushed her off of you. You felt something else hit your head once again and you finally collapsed.
Finnick got up and went. “I don’t want you to suffer either.” He said to himself as he followed in your footsteps. He noticed your pack, or you weren’t there either. Only a bit of blood on the sand a knife, your dagger. You were skilled with these, they became an extension of you.
“(Y/N)?” He called out. He picked up the knife and sheathed it. “(Y/N)?”
Prompt: Spoilers ahead. The reader is an angel who saves Finnick from being ripped apart by the lizard mutts.
Disclaimer: I do not own THG.
Pairing: Finnick x Reader
A/N: I hope you all enjoy the imagines that are coming, I’m trying to finish them up! This is told from Finnick’s POV. Also, it mentions Heaven, but I’m not enforcing beliefs on anyone. It’s just for the imagine. Enjoy, loves!
Finnick felt himself being torn apart by these beasts, these mutated, unnatural beasts made by the Capital. Just before he was about to give into the white hot pain, he saw a figure, step in front of his vision and hack at those monsters. Such majestic moves came this young woman. She hacked at the monsters and kicked them.
Blood stained her (y/h/c) hair and her face, but she still had a stone cold expression on her face as she finished killing the last of the lizard mutts. She took Finnick in her arms, her strong infinite, unable to compare to those of men, and flew him away, the gentle sound of her…wings? lulling Finnick to sleep.
He woke up on a bed, feeling much better. There was no more dry blood in his hair, and no warm sticky feeling on his torso. He saw himself bandaged, repaired, new again, but he was so tired. His headache a bit, but not enough to hurt too bad. He saw someone sit in the chair next to him.
She was beautiful. Striking, yet soft. Natural, yet unnatural. She had a warm smile on her face, yet her eyes still seemed cold. Everything about her seemed to contradict something else.
“Hello, Finnick,” Her voice was as smooth as silk, but it still had an edge to it. Finnick made himself snap out of it. He was about to get up, but she gently pushed him back down onto the bed. Her wings fluttered a little bit, as if they were adjusting themselves.
“Who are you?”
“I’m an angel, a literal one. I came in to save you from those lizard mutts.” Finnick didn’t know what to say. He gave up on any form of hope long ago, as if he could no longer dare to hope, all of it had been diminished in one single blow by Snow. She took his hand in his. “You look sad? Why must humanity always be so sad?” It was more of a question to herself than him, but nonetheless, he answered it.
“We’ve been oppressed, but I’m not sad. I’m shocked.”
“That you were saved. You’re a hero, Finnick Odair, you deserve to be saved.” She said.
“Would I be able to see my friends again?”
“The ones on earth or the ones in Heaven?" She stated, looking at him. A pang of hurt hit Finnick. Why did you have to mention that?
"Both.” He replied, curious to hear what she had to say. She just smiled, as if she was going to reassure of him that all of his friends were safe, which was probably just a lie.
“Your friends here, they’ve defeated Snow. He’s to be executed. I’m sure you’ll see them very soon. Those in Heaven, they’re happy, Finnick. Safe, sound, protected.” She looked at him in the eyes. “Madge says hi. She misses you every single day.”
Finnick felt a lump in his throat. Madge was okay. She was somewhere better, somewhere more deserving of her. “It’s time to go, Finnick. You’re friends are waiting.”
Before he could call out to the angel again, she was gone.
Prompt: You and Finnick are captured after the Games, but neither of you will talk. They make Finnick watch as they torture you and eventually he breaks down to spare you the pain.
Warning: Mentions of Torture
Pairing: Finnick x Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own THG.
A/N: There is no actual description, merely mentions and this imagine is from Finnick’s POV. Enjoy!
The Games are over, that’s the first thought that came to your mind. Now, you were inside a bright white room with ultraviolet lights. You were alone, without Finnick. At first, you two were together. They asked you to betray Katniss, the one who helped you survive in the arena. Both of you declined, eventually they separated you two.
Now, Finnick was watching from the other side. Snow was standing next to him, the smell of roses and blood. Finnick nearly gagged. He really didn’t want any harm to come your way. He was placed his hands behind his back and clenched and unclenched them.
“Mr. Odair, are you sure you don’t want to comply? This can be done and over with very easily. Observe what happens when I am not..satisfied with the rebellious nature of citizen’s of Panem.” Snow said.
Finnick watched you bite your lip. You looked in pain, trying to suppress a scream. He flinched when he heard a loud whimper escape your mouth. You tried to brave through it, grabbing the handles, but you just couldn’t hold back your whimper.
Finnick didn’t talk, he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to scream out for you, but to go, but he was at his weakest. It was as if he wasn’t completely sedated, but just enough. He felt a bit dizzy. He was breathing heavily, as if he couldn’t handle it, but it was only the beginning.
“Miss (y/l/n) seems to hand it pretty well. She must have a pretty high pain tolerance.” Snow seemed delighted by this prospect. What a sadist.
“Well I have a low ‘you’ tolerance.” Finnick said under his breath.
He had to endure even more. Each time, your screams grew louder, you looked so pale, as if you were on the verge of fainting. You were breathing hard, gripping the handles of where you were laying even harder that your knuckles turned pale as milk.
Eventually, your screams grew weaker and your eyelids were drooping over your eyes. You were definitely going to pass out, Finnick saw that. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He had to give into Snow’s needs, even if it meant betraying Katniss. He had already lost Madge, he wasn’t about to lose you too.
“Alright, I’ll give you information on Katniss Everdeen,” Finnick’s voice was defeated, he knew he had given in, he didn’t have to endure any pain while you had hellish torture.
“I’m delighted you’ve agreed to comply with me, Mr. Odair-”
Finnick interrupted him. He was tired of hearing Snow talk.
“But you have to free (y/n), otherwise, I say nothing.”