'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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Two years had passed since Finnick won his Games. His life had gotten even harder than he thought.
The first year he spent mostly alone, only visited by Mags as he let himself cope in his own way. After he had realised that it takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart, he decided he wouldn't wallow in self-pity anymore and started surrounding himself by people who understood. He got to know the other two victors a little more and he even began talking to Caspian more often. However, he still couldn't handle meeting his whole family yet, the idea just made him miss his own family more and more. Speaking of, he saw his family on occasion around the district but they looked at him as if he were merely a stranger walking by. It hurt in ways he had never imagined possible.
Lyra had thought Finnick was a typical career when he had first won, which he had been. She'd also known him from school as one of the popular boys who loved being the centre of attention and that all the girls would whisper about, she knew what kind of boy he had once been but Caspian claimed he had changed. He'd gained perspective. He'd matured. Lyra was still skeptical because of his Capitol persona. However, Caspian reassured her it was just a mask and that underneath he was a good guy. Lyra could understand that, and she trusted her brothers judgment.
However, Finnick turned sixteen the next year and his whole life changed. Snow had paid him a visit, threatened those he loved if he didn't do as asked, threatened his new friends if he told a soul. He forced Finnick Odair into prostitution.
Finnick cut contact with Caspian as soon as the eighteen year old had grown concerned and started asking questions. He couldn't come up with an excuse for why he was constantly going back and forth to and from the Capitol and he didn't want to tell Caspian the truth or he could risk the Holland's life as well as his family so he kept quiet. He stopped speaking to his friend. He cut off from the world.
Caspian, being the incredible human being he is, understood that if Finnick was ignoring him it must be for good reason. After all, he'd seen President Snow leave Finnick's house escorted by peacekeepers just weeks before they lost contact.
Finnick became distant with the other victors too for a few months, even Mags, but he eventually came round again. His nightmares of his Games and murders became fewer and fewer until the faces in his haunting dreams became the ones he accompanied to bed. The clients of Capitol citizens who paid for his company began to torment his sleeping mind. When he awoke, he could practically feel their hands on his body, their needy fingers trailing along his muscles. He would shower immediately after waking up from nightmares but no matter how hard he scrubbed his body, or how long he did so, he couldn't shake their disgusting touch. It'd take time, a long time.
Before they knew it, the 67th Hunger Games were right round the corner.
Caspian is eighteen. Lyra started getting flashbacks of Amber's reaping when the eighteen year old girl had been reaped and died brutally in the arena, after making it to the last two standing.
Lyra could feel her heart beating out of her chest at a million miles a second, she couldn't lose another sibling. She just couldn't.
She doesn't even allow herself to relax when Havana Whiffe announces that the female tribute isn't her. It doesn't matter. What matters is the male tribute.
She holds her breath as the pale, blonde woman moves to pick a name out of the-
"I volunteer as tribute."
A strong looking boy from the eighteen year old section steps forward with confidence radiating from his body.
Lyra let's out a shaky sigh as Havana greets the boy, asking for his name. Charlie Neat.
Lyra and Caspian meet each other's eyes across the crowd of children. They don't let their relief show on their faces out of respect to the families of the tributes but their emotion is evident in the pairs eyes.
Even Finnick Odair, who was sat in one of the Victor's chairs on stage, internally thanked the boy for unknowingly saving his old friend.
Unfortunately, the boy hadn't won. A boy from District one had been crowned Victor. Lyra was extremely grateful her brother had not been Reaped as that years games were brutal both with tributes and conditions.
One tribute had been thirteen, one had been fourteen and all the other tributes had been sixteen or over. The majority of the tributes were physically strong with broad shoulders and muscles but even the few who weren't as physically fit had been fairly intelligent.
Nine were killed in the bloodbath alone.
Throughout the entirety of the Games, seven tributes had died of natural causes. The arena was a desert wasteland, almost nothing in sight meaning there was basically nowhere to hide except the cornucopia which the careers had claimed. Charlie had reached the last five but had grown weak from dehydration and heatstroke and had a sore body from sunburn when the careers decided to backstab him, literally. They decided he was weak now and killed him by stabbing him repeatedly in the back over and over again.
The last four remaining had been both tributes from district one and two. It had been incredibly entertaining for the Capitol to watch the careers battle for first place. It had been one of the longest, and most brutal, final battles in the history of the games.
The Holland family had celebrated Caspian's birthday later that year to rejoice in the fact that Caspian Holland would never face a Hunger Games.
Despite her obvious relief that Caspian was safe, Lyra couldn't help but worry. She would one thousand percent become a tribute in a Hunger Games, Snow wouldn't make the same mistake twice...
