Finnick~Mental Scars

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I wasn't prepared for the mental repercussions of the games. Most people think of the physical pain. Fighting for your life in the games is just as much mental and physical. Most people don't understand how much it gets to you after the fact. Now, you live a luxurious life in the Capital, nothing could possibly wrong, right?

Wrong. Very wrong. 

Few people know what it is that I've gone through. No one knows the metal scars that I now carry. Only one person contradicts that statement. Finnick Odair. He's always been at my side since I won the games. Of course he was proud that I survived and won for our district but he knew the pain I felt. The weight I now carried on my shoulders. 

"What are you thinking about?" Finnick asks, he stares at me in the chair across from me on the beach. 

"The mental scars that we carry" I reply honestly. 

"Now that's a dangerous thought"

"I know. I can't help it. I have to think of them everyday." I look down at my hands.   

"It's not healthy to put yourself through that constantly." He comments, I can feel him starring at me but I avoid eye contact. 

"But they don't deserve to be forgotten. They were put in the same situation that I was." I finally find the courage to look up at him. Pity. That's all I can see in his eyes. I shouldn't have looked. 

I stand up to walk away from him. I don't want to see him look at my with pity. I don't wanna be the girl that can't handle it. I don't want Finnick to worry about my mental stability. I just like to think of those in remembrance and I-

"(Y/n), stop." Finnick grabs my hand. 

I use this against him. I grab his arm and pull with all my might. I manage to flip him over to land on his back in the sand. He groans and I sit down on top of his torso. 

"As you can see Finnick, I'm fine." I argue. 

"I never said you weren't."

"You didn't have to say it. Your eyes gave you away. I hate being looked at like that.Pity. I killed people Finnick. I don't deserve to be pitied. I don't deserve to have people worry about my wellbeing. I'm a killer." I huff, breathing heavy at my outburst. 

Finnick doesn't say anything right away, instead he brushes away a loose piece of hair from my ponytail. I close my eyes. Finnick has always been there for me when I needed him. I shouldn't be fighting him. 

"Look, I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize." Finnick interrupts. 

 "But I-"

"Nope" Finnick smiles. 

His grin always has been contagious, I begin to smile too. 

"Well that was fun." Finnick says looking up at the position we're currently in. I'm still sitting on top of his lower torso. 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you usually like this position." I smirk and lower myself down so my lips can meet his. His lips are warm on mine despite the cold breeze that was blowing in from the ocean. He licks my upper lip trying to grant access. I deny him to keep the build up going and tease him a little. A cold hand snakes up my back underneath my shirt, it surprises me enough that I open my mouth just enough for him to slip in. I can feel Finnick smiling at his success. I pull away before we can go any farther. 

"Wanna go back home?" Finnick smirks. 

"Well that was quite the change of subjects now wasn't it?" I ask with a laugh. 

"Are you saying you don't want to head home and finish what you just started?" Finnick grins. 

"I never said that." Now it's my turn to smirk. 

I stand up gracefully and pull FInnick up beside me. He wraps an arm over my shoulder pulling me close into him. He looks down smiling before kissing my forehead. 

"I love you so much." Finnick grins, starring into my eyes. 

"I love you too." I smile, starring right back. Never in my life have I ever had so much chemistry with someone, I now know that I wouldn't want it to be anyone else. 


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Hey you guys! Please let me know what you all want to read! What character or what scenario, I keep writing Finnick imagines because they seem to do the best but I would love some more variety! 

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