Finnick Odair Imagines

Put Me Back Together

Finnick's POV

Coming home from another unsuccessful mentoring took a toll on me, more than I let on. I don't know how Mags was able to do this for so long? But I supposed she didn't have the added burden that I do.

Which had made me feel disgusting, and made me rub my skin in the shower till it was red and raw. I pulled my sleeve up to see the bruises left on my arm. I used my thumb and pressed down on one and I winced.

I did this to make sure I was still alive, that I still had emotion, or that I could even feel at all.

I stared at the fingerprint shaped bruises and closed my eyes trying to stop myself from crying. Crying would lead to tears, tears would lead to tear stains, and being the Capitol darling I can't show any other emotion except for happiness.

When the train reached the platform for district 4, I got out and was met with only one person standing and waiting for me. There was no obnoxious fanfare, because I had come home a failure. The girl tribute died during the bloodbath, the male had been skilled, but he had lacked patience. He sprang into a fight he wasn't ready for, and was brutally killed by a career.

When my eyes locked with hers though all my pain and frustration for the past few weeks slowly slipped away. She smiled and walked to me and wrapped me in a hug that was familiar, and familiar is what I needed. "Let's go home, Finn." She whispered and I nodded.

Taking my hand she led me into the streets of town. The town hadn't changed much, being a school day all the streets were clear of any children, as their parents went off to make a living for their families.

Arriving at the victor's village, she led me to my house she had been taking care of while I'm gone. At least that's the cover story I used; in actuality that house was just as much hers as it was mine. Unlocking the door she took up my hand again and walked me inside.

Once the door was closed she took both of my hands and sat me down on the couch. She stared at me and opened her arms and I crawled into them like a child. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to her. She stroked my bangs away from my face slowly, her fingers moved through the hair fibers as if performing a dance.

Her touch was soothing and I couldn't understand how she put up with me half the time, but I'm glad she does. "You don't have to be so tough, you know?" She said softly and that's when I finally let it all out. I cry about everything, the games, my contract, everything that I could possibly think of to cry about. Because around her I didn't have to bottle it all up, hold it inside me and feel it slowly killing me.

Around her I could let my constructed walls fall, because I knew she wouldn't judge me. She wouldn't call me weak, or pathetic for crying. Because I didn't have to be the Capitol darling when I was with her; I just had to be myself. I could be vulnerable with no one but her, she saw all the sides of me, she knew how broken I was, but she loved me anyway.

She loved me before the games; before I was anything but a fatherless kid whose mother worked herself to the bone to pay for basic needs. (y/n)'s arms held me close and I leaned my head on her chest hearing the thumps of her heart against her rib cage. It calmed me being in the security of her arms, I practically craved it.

Because knowing that when the outside world would tear me apart, it was her arms that could always put me back together.