Finnick Odair Imagines

Welcome To The Life of a Victor

Placing pressure on your side that had been stabbed by the district 2 girl you stood up. Your hand putting pressure on your wound, soon grew sticky with the consistency of your blood. The girl could have ended you then and there but the game makers must not have thought that would be a great enough finale.

You had ran once mutts appeared and the girl ran in the opposite direction. They chased her as she was making more noise than you were. Finding a safe place took longer than normal, but you begged yourself to press on, to live another hour more. You took off your jacket and used your knife to cut off a piece of it long enough to use as a temporary bandage that you tied tightly around your wound.

You knew you wouldn't last long with your wound. Because if the mutts didn't end up killing you, infection surely would.

You leaned your head back against a tree for a while that is until you heard a cannon go off. The girl from 2 must have been gotten by the mutts, you loosely inferred. A disembodied voice began to speak. "Panem I am pleased to announce the winner of the 68th annual hunger games, (y/n) (l/n) of district 4!" The crackling of the loudspeaker hurt your ears and you don't remember much after that. All you remember is being lifted off the tree branch you'd perched on, and lifted into a hovercraft before blacking out.

Waking up in the Capitol hospital you winced as you attempted to sit up. A hand was grasped in yours and you looked over and spotted a mop of hair you recognized, fast asleep. "Finnick—"you rasped from dehydration, you hadn't been lucky enough to find much water in the arena. "Finnick—"you call again, this time a bit louder than before but this provides the same result as the first time.

Your mentor finally awoke with a soft yelp, after you dug your over grown nails into his hand. He looked around confused for a moment before his eyes locked with yours. "Sorry, I must have dozed off." He apologized before looking down to see the shapes of crescent-moons you'd left on the back of his hand. "I assume you needed something?" He asked looking back up at you.

You nodded pointing at your throat, "water—" your voice rasped once more. The 17 year old boy was on it, quickly standing and leaving the room to retrieve some water for you. When he came back the Capitol nurses were checking your wound which showed way more of your skin than he had ever seen. He averted his eyes from your skin immediately and a slight blush dusted his cheeks.

After the nurses had redressed the stitches sight they left and Finnick came over with the water. You made to reach for it but the strain of your stitches shifting made you whimper and drop your hand. Finnick grabbed a straw and placed it in the glass for you. He held the glass and the straw in his hands aiming the straw for your mouth. "Suck." He insisted and you did taking the straw into your mouth.

The water was cold but not overly so, it was the best water you had ever tasted. Perhaps that was the dehydration talking but regardless it cured your sore throat. You removed your lips from the straw and smiled, "thank you." You thank him and he smiles back and nods.

"So how long are you on bed rest for?" He asks you.

"The nurses seem confident that I'll make a full recovery, they inferred about a week—why?" You ask.

He shook his head, "nothing—I just don't like being in the Capitol longer than I need to." He said with a smile, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, so you knew there was more to it than just that.

——time skip 3 days——

"Uhh! This sucks!" You complain for the 4th time today. Attempting to walk around the room with the help of Finnick supporting your side.

"Better than being dead." He points out.

"I highly doubt that." You comment annoyed at feeling useless.

"Please don't say that." Finnick said sitting you back down in the bed, and making you face him. "I'm glad you're alive, and that you got out." Finnick said.

"Yeah and only 23 other kids had to die for me to do it." You say sarcastically joyful. "I'm sorry, Finn—I just wanna go home." You confide in him with tears appearing in your eyes.

He sighs, knowing about wanting to go home more than anyone. "You and me both, but in a few days we'll be back on the train and back home in district 4." He says happily, trying to lift your mood anyway he could.

"Yeah—and then it's the victory tour, and then the mentoring every year. The life I once had is officially over, and be both know it!" You say certain that what you said was 100% true.

"Just get some rest—" Finnick insisted before glancing at his watch. "I'll be back to see you in the morning." He said standing up.

"Where are you going?" You ask him as he seemed to need to leave abruptly.

"None of your business!" He says full of hostility, but then he backtracks when he sees you flinch. "Sorry, there's just something I need to take care of." He said before leaving.

You watch him as he goes, wondering what could be so important?

The next morning, just like he said he arrived to your recovery room and found you sound asleep. He smiled and brushed a rogue bang from your face. He watched as you slept so peacefully, it's like you were a fallen Angel.

When you awoke an hour later he was sitting in the visitors chair. "Morning." You greet sleepily.

"Morning—sleep well?" He asked.

You nodded, "you know I actually surprisingly did." You admit. "Did you take care of that thing you had to from last night?" You ask him.

"Um yeah, I did; how are you feeling?" He asks as if uncomfortable with answering.

You shrugged, "eh, I'll live." You say before studying his face for a moment and your eyes flit to his neck and just barely peaking out of his sweater was something dark almost like a bruise. "Finnick come closer." You tell him and he does hesitantly.

You grab the collar of his shirt and pull down, seeing the bruise-like marks littering his skin. "What happened?" You ask glaring at him.

"—I—"

"Don't you dare think about lying, Odair." You say coldly.

He looked into your eyes and knew he couldn't lie, he couldn't even pretend to. "Snow—he—" he paused looking behind him and around the room before continuing. "He sells me to the highest bidder for the night or gives me as a prize, alright?" He answered and your eyes widen.

"What?" You were able to whisper and he sighs.

"After I won my games, Snow came to me and threatened my family if I didn't agree to being sold."

"Sold? Sold how?" You ask him naively. He says nothing only glances down at his crotch once then back up at you—and that's when it clicked.
"Finnick—" you trail off absolutely horrified by the revelation, "you were so young." You finish your statement.

"Yeah well—welcome to the life of a victor."