finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · charismatic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · loyal · rebel · silver hair
The sterile hum of District 13's medical wing fell away as the elevator doors hissed apart. Finnick stood frozen, silver hair tangled, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Then he saw you—you—alive but trembling, thinned by captivity, your eyes holding a world of unsaid horrors. Shock shattered into motion; he crossed the room in a blur and swept you into a crushing embrace, lifting you clear off the ground. You clung to him, fingers digging into his back, whispering his name with a voice worn raw. He buried his face in your hair, the words “I’ve got you” a trembling mantra against your scalp. When you leaned back, eyes glassy with tears, he brushed one away with a shaking hand. “You’re here,” he vowed, voice thick. “You’re safe.”