The Hunger Games Imagines

🌊{Late Night}🌊 Finnick x Reader

Hiya readers! Sorry for such a late chapter, I had literally no inspiration until now. Hoping this oneshot will be good.

Requested: N/A

Prompt: Finnick catches the reader training in the middle of the night. It's the night before the Quarter Quell, and you're terrified with what tomorrow will bring.

It's probably gonna be short, but oh well.

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The head of a dummy rolled down on the ground, as your sword swung at the dummy's throat. Sweat dripped down your back, you've been here for so long. You weren't supposed to be here. For god's sake, it's the middle of the night, you should be sleeping. But you were scared for tomorrow. You knew what tomorrow was, and you couldn't sleep knowing that you'll need to kill people you've known once more.

Hell, Mags gave you a curfew, yet you ignored that as well. Not like you ever cared about the rules, you'd go out of your way just to break a rule.

You finished one more swing before stopping to take a breather, your arm feeling like putty. Sucking in large deep breaths, you tried to focus as best as you can.

"What are you doing here?" A familiar voice rang throughout the Training Center. Not like anyone could hear, everyone was fast asleep.

You turned to see Finnick, his golden hair all messed up, and small bags were on his eyes. Obviously he was exhausted.
You lightly smiled to him, before finishing your sword training. "Last minute training." You replied. Sticking the sword into a dummy's chest, you turned back to face your boyfriend.

He chuckled. "That's the worse excuse I've ever heard from you."

"I have fifty other excuses I could use. Want me to start alphabetically?" You remarked back, crossing your arms at him.

Finnick walked behind you and put his arms on your shoulders, softly massaging them and releasing any tension in your muscles, causing you to sigh in relief.

"You just love to break the rules. Thought Mags gave you a curfew?" Finnick said, knowing you like the back of his hand. He never scolded you about it, your rebellious self was what made him attracted to you.

"Rules? I'm not following them. Never have, never will." You replied bluntly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Neither of you two said anything. It was quiet, just you two, standing in the middle of the large room. You spoke up, breaking the silence that comforted you two. "Why were you up?" You asked, bringing your hand up to brush his.

Finnick thought about it, taking a few seconds to ponder before replying. "I had trouble sleeping. There's too much we have to worry about, I don't want it to pressurize you." He murmured, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, pressing light butterfly kisses to your neck.

Though, you were able to understand what Finnick meant. There was so much that you two had to worry about. The will to kill someone you've known. Protect Katniss, protect each other. But he wasn't wrong - it was pressuring you no doubt.

"Well in this case, why don't we just take the night to relax? Just us two." You whispered, smiling at the affection your boyfriend gave you. He pulled away from your neck to look at you.

"I think that would be amazing." He responded, bringing you close to him. You relaxed in his arms, his scent reminding you of home.

You hummed in delight, feeling Finnick's fingers brush at your sides, rubbing your back comfortingly. The comforting feeling of him was all you needed to get sleepy. You subconsciously brung your arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, feeling yourself start to get comfortable in his arms. Finnick noticed your sleepiness and chuckled.

"Tired already, love?" He joked, teasing you. You lightly hit his shoulder.

"Like you were the one who spent a few hours using a sword." You remarked back, yet closing your eyes and lean into Finnick more.

Finnick smiled at your tired form, and picked you up bridal style. You lightly squealed in surprise, not expecting that. However, you nuzzled your head into Finnick more, trying to feel his warmth. His heart skipped a little beat upon your movement, yet he still carried you back to the living quarter.

Placing you into his bed, he slipped into the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, spooning you.

Pressing one more kiss to your cheek, he heard the soft noises of you sleeping, and felt himself relax, drifting off to dreamland. Forgetting about tomorrow and the horrors you'll face then.

Short. Why not. I had no motivation but like I had motivation to write it at the same time. You feel me?

No question of the day sadly, so I'll post two memes for today:

Second meme is true though, I ship Haymitch and Effie