One shots

THG Oneshot 14: The Baby Victor

This was requested at @keelie2507. I hope you like it. As always, I don't own the characters, if I did, Finnick wouldn't be dead. Enjoy and happy reading loves!

It was no secret to anyone within the Mentor's Room that Brutus and Enobaria from District 2 were undeniably fond of the youngest Victor, District 4's Finnick Odair.

Nobody was quite sure where the fondness had started exactly. They all knew in the 66th, between the chaos of the tribute from 9, the number of tributes freezing to death, and the Victory of Gloss Evermore of District 1, Enobaria and Brutus had taken Finnick in as though he were another member of the pack.

The boy had won at 14 years old, and had come to mentor the following year. To all the Victors, he'd truly been just a baby, a much younger than most of the other Districts would typically send first time, even if he did go with the incredibly experienced Mags.

Brutus and Enobaria took him under their wing with ease. At the end of the games that year, while they all waited for the new Victor to be crowned, the two mentors from 2 had taken Finnick to the training facility and lightly sparred with him.

It became something of a tradition for them, one maintained with ease up to the 74th. The 74th games were...stressful, to say the least. They'd been full of yelling and shouting, more than usual. And, even more unusual, had been the fact that two Victors, both from 12, were being crowned.

Several of the mentors had been gathered in the training facility, sitting unsurely.

Beetee and Wiress were gathered calmly, murmuring to each other as they sat side by side. Both seemed worn and tired, Beetee especially after he encounters with the sponsors earlier in the games. Within a few moments of sitting, Wiress had coaxed Beetee into leaning his head on her shoulder and she'd rested her cheek against his head.

Meghan and Sam had curled against a wall together, mumbling nonsense to each other as they slowly came off their high from their Morphling shots. Meghan tugged absently on her hair, Sam lightly rubbing his hands through the back of her hair as well.

Seeder had settled into a chair, laying her head down in her arms and remaining silent. Chaff had followed her to the table, and taken a seat beside her. He stared at her worriedly as she sat there in silence, not moving, for a long few minutes. When her shoulders began to shake and just barely audible sobs were heard from her, Chaff's expression softened visibly. He pulled a nearby chair over to her, settling beside her at the table and wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

Cashmere and Gloss leaned against another wall, both blankly staring at the training swords they'd grabbed for themselves. Cashmere sighed and tossed her's aside on the floor, then curled up into her brother's chest. Gloss wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his head on her head and letting his face become hidden by her blonde curls. Neither Evermore spoke.

Brutus and Enobaria walked in, making a beeline for the training weapons in the room. They both lifted their favored weapons, Enobaria selecting some knifes, and Brutus wielding a sword. They didn't speak to the others, and in return, the others barely did more than spare them a glance. This was a practiced routine, no matter what Victors were or weren't in the room. While many of the others preferred to rest together, often with their district partners, relaxing and silent as they mourned the losses caused by the games, the mentors from 2 liked to spar their feelings away. 

They were rolling themselves around on the mats, weapons off to the side as they wrestled one another, when Finnick and Johanna walked in, making their own beeline for the weapons. Mags and Blight followed after them, Blight helping Mags into a seat as they watched their son and daughter figures approach the mentors from 2.