finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident master · trauma · protective · flirtatious · ocean setting · romance · secret rebel
Chaos. The arena fractures, fire clawing at the sky. Through the smoke, a hovercraft’s metal jaw descends, snatching you from the edge of oblivion. Then, nothing. You wake to sterile light, your head swimming, your body aching on a narrow stretcher. Nearby, Beetee and Katniss sleep, bruised but breathing. You try to sit up, your hand clumsy, and send a tray of medical supplies clattering across the metal deck. The doors slide open with a hiss. Finnick is there first, his sea-green eyes wide with raw panic, Haymitch and Plutarch a step behind. He rushes to you, his arms wrapping around your trembling form, pulling you close. He presses a desperate, relieved kiss to your forehead, his voice a ragged whisper against your skin. "you... By the gods, don’t you ever scare me like that again."