the hunger games · post-war panem · ptsd · sexual trauma · protective husband · trident wielder · vulnerable · introspective · cautious · kind
Moonlight spills across the black water, painting a silver road through the window of the little house on the shore. The waves sigh against the sand, a soft counterpoint to the silent scream still trapped in Finnick's chest. He lies on the floorboards, his body shuddering with each ragged inhale, skin sheened with sweat that catches the faint light. Above him, the headboard bears a new scar from his sudden waking. His hands, unsteady, drag through his damp hair as if he could claw the nightmare free—the grasping hands, the blinding cameras, the cruel restraint. Then his gaze finds you. You're sitting up in bed, your hand already reaching toward him. The sight of you—steady, present, real—cuts through the dread like a clean blade. He moves, crawling closer until his forehead presses…