𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ୨୧ f. odair

00. prologue

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14, 13

                 FINNICK AND JUNIPER had about one week until the reaping ceremony. She was nervous. Nervous that they both would get chosen, but even more worried about him getting picked.

Victors said that the Capitol changed you.

They changed everything about you. From your favourite colour to your personality.

According to the survivors of the game, it didn't end.

There was no way out.

And Juniper was 99% sure that they wouldn't let you kill yourself. They couldn't have that happen to the citizens' favourite players.

She didn't want them to change her or him.

Finnick Odair was the sweetest soul she knew. Always gentle, affectionate, and passionate. If he went crazy, she didn't know what she would do.

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REAPING DAY strolled around. Juniper made sure to wear her best dress — a light green one with ruffles down the sleeves and she made sure Finnick wore something presentable too.

"We're gonna be fine," she murmured, buttoning up his collar.

"I know that, Juniper," he sighed, making sure to speak gently.

He loved her to bits, he didn't want to hurt her. Not now, not ever.

She ruffled his hair and took a good look at him.

Same old Finnick.

"If you get picked," the ravenette started.

"I won't get picked, Sparks."

"If you do, make sure to look pretty. The Capitol loves eye candy."

"You're talking to me as if I were eighteen."

"They see you as that. They want pretty victors, don't they? So act pretty."

"That's not difficult for me," he sounded rather cocky, and his little reassuring smirk didn't help making him seem humble.

"Still. I'm not losing you because of that arena."

"Same goes for you, Juniper."

She looked up at him while tilting her head.

"If you get picked, you have to promise me that you'll stay safe in there, okay? I don't want to lose you. Especially when I can't say goodbye. Or good luck. Or anything."

They had that conversation every year. And it may have been her favourite part of the reaping day.

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A WOMAN CALLED OUT his name in her Capitol-like accent. He had been chosen to compete in the games.

During their last conversation, Juniper practically threw herself on Finnick, mumbling to him how she'd never let him go after this.