Requested by anon
Everyone knew the Hunger Games was a force to be reckoned with - you went in and chances are, you never come out. If you do, you either live your life as the champion you believe you are, or you succumb yourself to the grief of all the lives you took. It’s not the best cycle.
It’s why Finnick knew he shouldn’t believe everything he sees when he entered the dome. But he did. He was fooled just like everyone else was as each person could hear the screams of the ones they cherished the most. He knew it was a trick, a ply by the Head Gamemaker to make them disorientated and irrational but he couldn’t help but try to search frantically for you - even though he had this inkling in the back of his head telling him to stop, that it just wasn’t you, it was just the jabberjays - that’s it, that’s all it was.
But to him it wasn’t. It was your voice, it was your screaming that distracted him just long enough to scatter him and make him forget where he was.
You were making yourself at home in District 13 - or at least trying to. You were glad to be away from the horror that was facing all of the Districts, though life wasn’t easy here either. But it was better and it gave you a chance of safety - of survival.
You hadn’t been keeping up with the 75th Hunger Games for one specific reason: Finnick Odair. You couldn’t watch that again. As everyone else made sure to stay updated, to keep tabs on their beacon of hope, and as much as you wanted everyone to stay safe and alive, there would be nothing of that.
You were making your way to the cafeteria when you heard the commotion from behind you. Having wanted to be kept out of the loop, you had no idea who came and went from within District 13 and as you turned around to see what it was, you were engulfed in the familiar warmth and scent of Finnick. His arms wrapped around you tightly and you stumbled back for a moment, eyes wide and highly confused. How the hell did he get out?
“Finnick - what…how did you…?” you muttered, trying to make sense of this and you wrapped your own arms around him.
“Just let me hold you for now, all right?” You nodded into his shoulder, not willing to complain. How could you?