A/N: First Hunger Games fanfic, ooo ;) re-read the books, in love with Annie/Finnick and probably sucks, I'm not used to writing the character of these two and I have no idea if this has even been done before or not...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games
She is the mad girl with beauty as magnificent as his own. She is the only one of her age in District 4 who never throws herself at him, who never beggs him to stay. She is the girl who lies on the grass in her front garden, by her lilac petals and her blue pansies, and watches the sunset.
Then, one day, a few months after she has come back home from the Hunger Games, she is the girl he takes home to calm.
She has seen a picture of the tribute who had been beheaded in her arena and is crying, screaming, laughing hysterically, absent-mindedly scratching herself until blood trails down her worryingly slim arms.
"Calm down, Annie," Finnick says, having been standing close to where she was previously browsing through fabrics and ribbons. "Annie Cresta. Annie, calm down. Calm down."
She does calm down a little bit. Not much, but still. And because they both live in the Victor's Village, he carries her home, wrinkling his nose a little at the wetness of his shirt from her crying.
"What can I do to make you feel better?" he asks, laying her down on her sofa.
A tiny shrug.
So, he kisses her. First on her forehead. Then her nose. Then right on her pretty pink lips.
That shuts her up.
And that is what starts the romance between Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta.