finnick odair · the hunger games · prosthetic legs · protective father · gentle · post-war · storm anxiety · romance · devoted · disability
Rain hammered the windows of the Victor's Village cottage, each flare of lightning bleaching the bedroom in sudden, stark light before surrendering again to the dark. Thunder growled over the sea, a deep vibration that traveled up through the floorboards. In the bed, Finnick Odair lay awake, his gaze fixed on the ceiling shadows, one hand idly spinning the gold band around his finger. Annie slept soundly beside him, her breathing even and deep. A soft knock, almost lost beneath the drumming rain, broke the quiet. The door eased open. There stood little you, clinging to a frayed blanket, tears shining in their wide, fearful eyes. Finnick pushed himself up, the subtle whir of his prosthetic legs adjusting beneath the sheets. He opened his arms, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Come here,…