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.
thing about the Hunger Games series is eye opening messages about war it shows
us. It’s also very hard for me to watch as people seem to totally disregard
those things and focus more on love triangles and Haymitch kissing Effie at the
end. It’s not only disrespectful, but it’s harrowingly ironic. All those people
who do this are just displaying the exact thing that they’re disgusting by in
the books. The people in the Capitol romanticise the fact that these two teens
are in love and have to be put in an arena where one or both of them will
certainly die because the thought of a star-crossed love is so romantic for
them when in reality it’s terrible. Not to mention the fact that they don’t in
fact love each other. I don’t care what you have to say, even if Peeta did have
feelings for Katniss and Katniss comes to care and eventually love Peeta by the
end, the fact that they were forced into pretending in the first place is sick.
They’re forced into this relationship to survive and gain sponsors and then
later on forced to continue to keep up appearances for the Capitols amusement. It may not seem as horrible as Finnick being
forced to prostitute himself to save Annie considering they do have feelings
for one another, but it’s just as disgusting to me. And yes, I’ll admit that the Haymitch/Effie
kiss was endearing and cute because it shows just how far they’ve come from
once hating each other to being friendly with one another, but it was blown WAY
to out of proportion.
the love triangle, I think that was by far the dumbest thing Suzanne ever put
in the book and it just caused even more unneeded drama. Although I do consider
myself more “Team Gale”, I
fully understood why she ended up with Peeta. I didn’t really see either of
them as a great romantic partner, but I preferred Gale over Peeta so I always
saw him as a better fit until I came to understand Peeta was Katniss’ peace,
the thing she needed most. I did enjoy movie Peeta more than book Peeta,
probably because I love Josh as a person, but I still can’t help but roll my
eyes every time Peeta ends up being a burden more than an actual help. Anyways, the love triangle was totally unnecessary and I’m still wondering why she even decided
to have it anyways. Maybe to make it more desirable considering it’s YA?
brings me to another subject that grinds
my gears when it comes to the fandom. Gale. Honestly, everyone hates his guts
and shits on his character whenever they get the chance and It’s completely
unfair and moronic on your part. Gale is played out to be a villain when in
fact he was a victim just like everyone else in the series. Everyone lost something in this war. The
Hunger Games shows the consequences of war. Shows that it’s not all about the righteousness
of standing up for what’s right and being a war hero. Like they said, there are
no winners or heroes, there’s just the survivors. There’s no questioning how
much Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, Haymitch, Annie, Johanna and the other tributes
and rebels in the war lost, but people seem to completely gloss over Gale’s
was forced to grow up to provide for his family. In that instance he loses that
innocence that comes with being a child and is forced to be the provider.
watched his best friend (and the girl he loved) go off to what he believed to
probably be her death not only once, but twice. Sure it doesn’t compare to what
they enduring in the games, but I can’t imagine how gut wrenching it must be
while at the same time knowing that you have to be strong to support your family and also take care of hers as
well. Hell, Gale even admitted he wished
he’d volunteered as tribute in Peeta’s place so he could have protected her but
knew he had to stay behind and look after Prim, etc. Seems like a hard burden
3. The bombing on Distract 12 is one of the
biggest things that I think influences Gale. Gale had to provide for almost one
thousand people for three days, making sure they all had food and survived. Not
only that but he had to watch as the other nine thousand (going by the movie
not sure if it was the same as book) people were bombed right in front of him
and he has to live with that guilt he has that he wasn’t able to save all or
even more. Katniss scolds Gale when he
wants to bomb The Nut and is shocked at his cold heartedness as he doesn’t care if any innocent civilians or
workers are killed. I think that because of what happened at 12, Gale realizes
the fact that innocents still die in war and especially considering Distract 2
is close to the capitol, has no sympathy for them because they had no sympathy
on 12 when they bombed innocents and children. I personally get where both are
coming from, but many just paint Gale as a horrible person.
4. Probably the saddest part and
the most commonly talked about thing when it comes to Gale is the involvement
with Prims death. I remember when people were starting to read the books at school and everyone would talk about how
Gale was responsible for Prims death or that he killed her and I was disgusted
by it. How Prim died was horrific and the fact that Gales designs were used to
kill children and Prim is one of the biggest tragedies of the story. Gale
designed the parachutes that killed Prim, but he had nothing to do with them
actually using it. Blaming him is like blaming whoever invented a gun for every
gun based death. Coin was a horrific person who used those weapons of her own
accord with no remorse over killing kids just because they are Capitol
kids. I hated how Katniss seemed to
blame Gale and how it ruined their friendship. I always felt like it was a ploy
Suzanne used to completely destroy any semblance of a love triangle and I sort
of still do to be honest, but watching the movie and talking with my sister gave
me a new outlook. Gale loved Prim like
she was his own sister and was just as distraught as Katniss that she’d died.
Probably even more so because of the guilt that the thing he’d created had been
used against him. He’d promised to take
care of Prim and yet she’d still died. Katniss probably does blame Gale, but my
sister saw it as they both loved Prim and they both can’t handle the burden of
her death. Whenever they see one another they’re just reminded of her and it’s
too much for them. Whether that’s what Suzanne intended , I’m not sure but I
feel like that’s the truth of the matter.
5. Gale lost a lot of things. He
lost his home, his best friend and love and the girl he viewed as his little
sister. The loss of Katniss for me is
incredibly sad on all fields because he loses that comfort. Katniss was there
to comfort him after the loss of distract 12 and vice versa. but now there’s no
one to share his sadness about Prim. I’d like to think that even if they
couldn’t be together romantically, they still could have been close friends and
they could have healed each other if Gale’s weapon wasn’t used to kill Prim.
Now she associates destruction and death when she sees him and just can’t
forget her sisters face or the dozens of other faces of innocent children
killed as well.
I’m not saying Gale’s a saint,
because he isn’t. He has his flaws just like Peeta and Katniss, but I just want
people to stop playing him as the villain in everything and see that he’s just as much a victim of war that anyone else
One last thing I have to say is
about Katniss. Katniss loses so many people she cares for in this war and a lot
of them she bears the burden of guilt because she feels like their deaths were
her fault or caused because of her actions. The first one is Rue. She failed to
save her when Rue had probably saved her life by healing her after the
jabberjays attacked. The next is that old man who whistled in distract 11.
Katniss feels like it’s because she went off and said her own words that caused
the action of rebellion which led to his death. Then there was Cinna. He died
because he made her into the Mocking jay for everyone to see. Then Wiress and Mags who died in helping
Katniss and company survive. There’s the guilt of the rest of the group (Peeta,
Annie, Johanna, etc) who were kidnapped and tortured along with the thousands
who died because Katniss destroyed the arena. All of the wounded, etc in the
hospital die because she’d visited. Finnick, Castor and all the others of the
star squad are all deaths that she feels the burden of guilt. Even though it
wasn’t her fault, she probably feels even more guilt towards Prims death because
she wasn’t able to save the person who mattered most, the person she’d tired to
save that had resulted in rebellion. So much death to feel responsible for even
though she’d never asked for this. I think that’s probably the most fucked up
part is that Katniss was turned into this symbol of rebellion when all she wanted
was to save Prim and Peeta. She is now struck with all of this guilt for things
she didn’t even want to take part in. It’s just so mind blowing to me when I
really think about it. How Katniss manages to survive it all is beyond me.
So please, I understand it can
be fun to think about the characters you love and just be happy for their
romance and all that, but PLEASE remember that there’s so much more important
things that the Hunger Games has to offer and that so many people were victims
of war. Remember who the real enemies were…