Random Simp Book (one shots, imagines, etc.)

Late Night Swimming With Finnick Odair Headcanons

A/N: requested by WhoTookMyGatorade - yallll he's so cute omg

Warnings: trauma, mention of violence/death,

• You stir, hand mindlessly reaching out to your left

• It's a habit that's become an instinct to you, derived from back during the war, when you knew that at any moment in the night, Finn could be snatched from you, for a day or for eternity

• Often, you wake up from nightmares, his sea green eyes full of worried storms, his hands clasping your shoulders, your name on his lips

• His warmth always eases your thunderous heart, and you find that you're able to relax in his arms, to forget the death and the killing and the screams

• He's your shelter from your wretched mind, and you are his - you often end up holding him tight, your lips in his hair as he trembles, arms tight around you as twisted, grotesque memories from the Games haunt him

• So, when your palm lands on a cold sheet, no remnants of warmth threaded within the weave, panic shoots through you

• You sit bolt upright, the mist of sleep that had previosuly shrouded you dispersing within seconds

• Fear clutching your heart, you leap out of bed, the rug rough under your feet as you dash to the door, calling his name

• You know that most likely he's okay; logically, there's no reason for him to be taken from you in the night, there's no reason for you to be panicking, but you can't breathe, you can't live without him

• The two of you survived the war together - it's natural that you rely on each other to cope, because back then, amongst the violence and the killing, the two of you relied on each other to live

• Almost tripping over your feet, you glance around the walls of your shared house, searching for signs of him, wondering why he would have left the bed

• After the war, you bought the little plot of land beside the lake together, you'd helped to make your own house, and you know it inside out

• The door catches your eye - it's not locked

• Careful to not go tumbling through the doorway and down the front steps, you catapult yourself through the door, holding your breath as you search outside for him

• When you can't find him, you suck in another breath, readying yourself to yell his name in case he's nearby, but then you catch sight of it

• A figure in the water, just standing there, bronze hair tousled by the wind - he's chest deep, and as you watch, he wades in deeper before diving in, disappearing beneath the surface before reappearing again a few metres away

• Your heartbeat calms down, and you let out a sigh of relief, your whole body relaxing

• Stripping off your shirt and trousers, you sprint over to the water, diving in beside him

• The water is cold, but a warm hand grabs your wrist, tugging you towards it, and you smile as you both surface, his arms around you, his eyes glimmering in the moonlight

• 'You okay, love?'

• 'Yeah, just woke up and missed you.'

• He chuckles, holding you and craning his neck to look up at the moon as both of you are cradled in the water's embrace, the soft lapping of the waves on the shore and the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves the only sounds around you 

• From then on, when you wake up and he's not beside you, you always check the water

• The two of you often swim deep in the middle of the night, sometimes playfully splashing each other, the ringing sound of your laughter echoing clearly and freely out into the air, sometimes just holding each other, listening to the synced beat of your hearts

• The water holds both of you, comforting you while you comfort each other