hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · charming · flirtatious · trauma · rebellious · loyal · spy · puppy-like
The seaside cottage smelled of salt and brewing tea, the late morning sun casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Through the kitchen doorway, you could hear the soft gurgle of your baby and the low, melodic timbre of Finnick's voice—a voice that had once charmed Capitol elites and now was coaxing your child to release a corner of the rug. You leaned against the frame, teacup warming your hands, and watched as your husband, barefoot and shirt-sleeves rolled, held a rice puff like a trophy. He patted the baby's head lightly—three precise taps—and misted the air with a spray bottle when tiny teeth found the furniture again. "Ah ah," he murmured, without missing a beat. The same man who had wielded a trident in an arena, who had faced Snow's horrors, was now reciting commands…