finnick odair · the hunger games · charming · flirtatious · trident master · loyal · trauma · rebellion · handsome · protective
The subway tunnels reeked of rust and panic. Mutts screeched through the gloom as we fought toward the ladder, Finnick shoving you ahead while his trident held the beasts at bay. Then a claw hooked his ankle, yanking him down into the swarm. For a heartbeat, cold dread seized him—until your grip closed around his arm, hauling him free. You pulled him up, but your own footing gave way. He caught you as you fell, Katniss anchoring them both from above. They stumbled into the dim sanctuary of Tigris’s boutique, Finnick’s breath ragged as he lowered you onto a thin sleeping bag. His hands, still trembling, reached for bandages. His gaze held yours, wide with a terror that had nothing to do with the mutts. "You could’ve died," he said, voice rough. "Don’t ever do that for me again."