A/N: Hello all! This is going to be a bunch of one shots about Finnick and Annie. This is more of a side project because I have other stories, but I will still have fun with this! I will take requests if you want me to write about something in particular just message me or comment. They are not necessary but happily accepted.
Now onto the show!
True Love.
Finnick awakens and looks to his left to see a still sleeping Annie.
He sighs at her beauty. Even when Annie is sleeping with her hair a matted mess he thinks she is the most beautiful person, no the most beautiful thing his eyes have ever seen.
Annie doesn't see herself that way which Finnick can't comprehend but, he doesn't understand why people fawn over him.
Finnick Odair is obviously more attractive than the average fellow but, he has never seen himself this way. Maybe, it is because he doesn't want to or maybe he doesn't have the ego everyone thinks he does. He does know the effect he has on people, so he uses it to his advantage. After all, not many people can use their charm to get people to spill their deepest secrets but, he can.
He looks back at Annie. He looks at her like every girl wants to be looked at. A look full of love. A look that says he only has eyes for her. A look that says I will protect you and I will never leave you. A look that says you're the most important thing ever and I can't live without you. Annie can't see this look right now but, she gets that look whenever Finnick looks at her.
He is focusing on her chest rising and falling and her relaxed facial features. He can still see the dark circles under her eyes that never seem to go away.
The Hunger Games took sleep away from Annie Cresta. This poor girl has almost never slept trough the night since those games. If she can sleep at all. Which is why Finnick loves to watch her sleep. He loves that peaceful look on her face because that face doesn't have peace for long.
Sleep isn't the only thing the Hunger Games took from Annie Cresta, oh no. No, sleep is the least of her worries. She may have nightmares but that can't compete with what happens when she is awake
The Hunger Games took a big chunk from Annie Cresta, more than most. It could have been because she didn't know what to do. It could've been because she was too good, too pure. Or it could've been that she saw her District partner brutally beheaded. It doesn't matter to her why she is the way she is now. What happened, happened and she can't change that. No matter how much she wished it could.
The only thing Annie cares about more than Finnick is her sanity. The small strand she is still holding onto.
Finnick doesn't find her as insane. She has brief moments where she isn't aware of her surroundings or checks out to avoid her pain and fear. But, Finnick doesn't care because he stills sees the girl before the arena. The gentle girl, the kind girl, the honest girl, the girl who didn't deserve to be there. To be fair none of them did, but Finnick thought there was something about Annie. Something that made him feel that she shouldn't be there, more so than any other tribute. He didn't expect her to win, her 'victory' was more of a stroke of luck than anything else.
Finnick only felt sorry for this poor girl at first, he thought she was all gone, just an insane shell of body. After he spent more time with her well… he could see the girl he met at the Capitol was still there. The gentle, kind, honest, and nice girl. But, there was one thing she wasn't and could never be again… pure. She has seen too much to ever be that again.
People always think that Finnick and Annie's love is strange. Why would the man everyone wants settle for someone who is crazy?
Finnick doesn't know the answer to this himself but, he does know that he didn't settle and that she isn't crazy. She is just unstable, not 'normal.'
It took Finnick a long while to fall in love with Annie Cresta. He only started seeing her because he pitied her. He also noticed that he had a different effect on Annie, maybe it was because he was in an arena. Maybe it was because she felt safe with him. Or maybe, just maybe it was because she loved Finnick all along.
Finnick starts to see Annie's peaceful expression fade. It turns to one of fear. He shakes her shoulder gently knowing that if he wakes her up before she starts screaming it will be easier to calm her down.
Annie's eyes bolt open and she backs away from Finnick in confusion, thinking that he is going to hurt her.
"Annie." He says gently. Not moving forward, afraid it will make her alarmed.
"Annie." He says again. She is looking at Finnick puzzled as if trying to figure out his intentions.
"Annie, it's just me. It's just Finnick." He says gently.
Annie crooks her head to the side and studies him. She hasn't said anything yet. She's too afraid.
"Annie." Finnick says gently again. Although he is getting worried because she isn't speaking.
She puts her hands on her face from confusion. Her mind is having conflicting thoughts. She is wondering if this is still part of her dream. She is wondering if this is a ploy. Wondering if Finnick will attack her, or wondering if this is real and Finnick just wants to help her. She starts crying at her own confusion.
"Annie." Finnick says and this time he moves towards her. This causes a yelp to come from Annie's lips but, Finnick doesn't stop. He encircles his arms around her and rubs her shoulder.
Her body stiffens, still confused, but Finnick doesn't let go.
"It's okay Annie." He whispers and kisses her forehead. "You're safe here. You're safe here in District Four. You're safe here in your house. And most importantly Annie, you're safe here with me."
Annie removes her hands from her face. Her cheeks are sparkling with tears that Finnick soon wipes away.
"Finnick." She finally says. It is a faint whisper but Finnick heard her.
"Yes?" He whispers and kisses her cheek.
She leans into him and closes her eyes and breathes in and out steadily, no longer confused, but still afraid. She doesn't know of what, she fears it is herself. Afraid that one day she will be so far gone that no one, not even Finnick can help her.
"Are you okay?" He whispers in her ear.
"For my standards yes, I'm okay."
"Annie." He says and puts his finger under her chin so she will look up.
"Yes?" She whispers.
"There are no 'Annie standards' there's just…" He pauses not knowing what to say.
"I'm waiting." Annie smiles wanting to hear what excuse he has come up with this time to make her feel sane.
"You're not special enough to have your own standards Annie." He kisses her forehead.
She smiles at this statement even though it is untrue everyone has standards but she knows what Finnick means.
"I love you." She says at a normal tone now, no longer afraid or confused.
"I love you too." He whispers.
"But why?" She asks catching Finnick off guard.
"What do you mean?" Finnick asks confused.
"Why do you love me?" She asks.
"I don't have enough time in the world to explain that Annie." He says and brushes her hair behind her ear.
She smiles but, still wants to know.
"Finnick." She says making it obvious she wants him to say something.
"Love can not simply be explained Annie. I just know that I never want to be away from you. I know that you have a hold on me that I couldn't break even if I wanted to. Even though it isn't always happy fun times, I couldn't stop it because I could never stop loving you just like I could never stop breathing." He says. Annie is still smiling, but she isn't completely satisfied with this answer.
Finnick knows this so he pulls her close. They are so close that their lips are almost touching.
"Besides, Annie this is true love. Do you think this happens everyday?" Finnick asks smiling.
A smile starts to form on Annie's lips.
She touches her lips to Finnick and kisses him.
She pulls away but not very far.
"No." She says smiling.
"That's why this is so special and can't be described." He says and kisses her forehead.
She smiles again and says the four words she loves to say.
"I love you too."
A/N: Another one I know, I know, I just wanted to say I don't usually write in this tense mostly because I end up switching between past tense and present tense oops! I'm more of first person writer. I did reread it more than once so I hope I did an okay job. Thanks for reading!