She was a capitol elite.
He was the youngest victor in history.
Their friendship was frowned upon, but their love was forbidden.
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Finnick x OC
Pre- hunger games - Mockingjay
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No one had any time to process Adrien's death.
As soon as they made it away from the mutts, they discovered it was not the only defense the Capitol had sent.
Bullets and fire rained down upon them as they ran. They ran and ran.
"Peeta!" Finnick heard Katniss yell. He turned to see that Peeta had fallen to the ground. His hands were on his head and he was screaming to himself.
"I'm a mutt! I can't keep control!" He shouted.
"Yes you can!" She yelled at him. "Look at me."
She grabbed his face and leaned in to kiss him. When she pulled away, it was the most control any of them had seen Peeta display in days.
"Stay with me," she said.
"Always," he whispered.
And then they were running again.
"I know where we are!" Cressida suddenly shouted. "I know a place. Up those stairs."
Finnick felt his stomach churn when the first sign they ran passed was a wanted sign for Adrien Mackabee. He kept his head down and tried his best to hold his tears back.
He had to keep going.
Just. Keep. Running.
When they finally did stop, it was outside of a dress shop. They were in the middle of the Capitol's streets, but no one seemed to notice them.
Cressida knocked again and again, getting more aggressive with each one until a woman answered.
At least, she might have been a woman. She looked more feline than human.
"Shut the door," Cressida commanded, and they all shoved their way inside.
Katniss had an arrow ready to shoot the woman the moment they were all safe.
"No, it's okay," Cressida said, and lowered Katniss' bow.
"Tigris, do you remember me?" Cressida asked. That was when Finnick got a good look at her.
Tigris. She was friends with Amara. Or at least she was, once upon a time.
"I'm with Plutarch's underground," Cressida said. "We need your help."
Tigris's yellow eyes shifted from Katniss over to Finnick before bowing her head in respect and leading them away from the front door and toward the back.
Underneath a small rug there was a trap door.
"I know you," Katniss said, and Tigris' head snapped up. "You were a stylist in the games."
"Until Snow decided I wasn't pretty enough anymore," Tigris said. She lowered her hood and held her head high revealing very little hair and tattoos all over her face.
