You get reaped for the quarter quell but are pregnant with Finnick's child.
—————————————————-Getting ready for the reaping you feel arms wrap around you. You turn in the person's arms to be met with Finnick. "I'm not ready, Finnick." You cry into his shoulder and he holds you. Even if you don't get reaped you knew he would, after all he was the only male district 4 tribute still alive. "I'm not ready to say goodbye."
He rakes his fingers through your hair to calm you, "I know; just remember I'll always love you, no matter what." He said and you calmed in his embrace. But then you hear a knock at the door and you open the door to be met with Mags and you allow her in.
"Hello Mags." Finnick greeted the old woman and she simply smiled at him. Finnick said he'd wait for you outside and you were left alone with Mags.
Imagining coming home only to find this house empty made your stomach churn at the mere thought. You rushed to the bathroom and hurled into the toilet.
Mags came in and held your hair back and rubbed your back in comfort. After you were done she knelt down and stared at you touching your stomach with her hand before signing. "You didn't tell him?" Mags signed.
"I couldn't. I found out the night of the announcement." You confide in the old woman.
"That boy deserves to know?"
"I know he does, but I don't want him to hate me." You tell her.
She smiles and shakes her head, "that boy loves you."
You smile, "he does doesn't he? Alright, you win; old woman." You say and if she could talk you knew she would be laughing. She helps you from the floor and you brush your teeth before exiting the bathroom.
You get outside and see Finnick is waiting with a couple of peacekeepers. He smiles sadly when he sees you and grabs your hand. You walk into town and up to the reaping stage his hand still clasped in yours. You finally had to separate when he had to stand by the male reaping bowl and you and Mags had to stand by the woman's reaping bowl.
The escort stepped up to the male bowl first and plucked the only slip of paper from the bowl and unfolded it. "The Male tribute of district 4 is, Finnick Odair!" The escort announced into the microphone and Finnick stepped up and he waved to his 'fans' before stepping aside.
"Now for the women, this year's district tribute is...(y/n) (l/n)!" Finnick lost his composure for only a moment and his expression showed a look of horror.You let a single tear fall as you began to walk up beside Finnick but a hand stopped you.
You looked over and saw Mags raising her hand and pointing at herself. She was volunteering for you so you could survive, so you and your baby could survive. "Mags." You began to say but the old woman gave you a look that told you, 'you weren't going back in that arena, not on her watch.' Mags decision had been made the moment she had found out.
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Finnick Odair Imagines
FanfictionFinnick Odair imagines. All characters unless said otherwise are the works of Suzanne Collins.