We walk amongst the crowd, that gathered to see which lucky Victors would be chosen as a tribute again.
Once we reach the square I maneuver my way through the crowd, walking up the steps to where the bowls with names were. Standing beside the other female tributes.
Mags pats my arm comfortingly and I smile down at her, putting my hand on top of hers.
I look over at the male side, my eyes landing on Finnick.
"You look good" He mouths, smiling "As always"
I roll my eyes, smiling despite my nervous state "So do you" I reply.
"Welcome welcome, As we celebrate the seventy fifth hunger games and third quarter quail ! And may the odds be ever in your favor. As always, Ladies first."
The woman reaches into the bowl, rummaging around, slowly drawing out a card.
My breathing becomes deep and heavy, trying to remain calm like Finnick.
"Y/n Y/l/n..." She calls out, looking at me.
I look at Finnick, eyes wide, who's looking at me with the same expression "Once a tribute always a tribute" I mouth
"It's ok" He mouths, although he's trying it wasn't comforting.
Mags moves to volunteer but I grasp her hand, looking at her , shaking my head.
She steps back, smiling grimly as I take my position next to the woman.
"Now for the gentlemen" She moves briskly to the others bowl, doing the same thing to the mens names.
She pulls out a name, everything moving in slow motion.
"Finnick Odair"
My eyes shoot to his, as he smiles and nods at the crowd, taking a stand by the woman between us.
He looks at me, dread filling our stomachs as the same horried thought crosses both our minds.
If either of us were to win, the other would have to die.
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Sugarcube |Finnick Odair x Reader|
FanfictionThis is an AU of sorts so not everything is like the movie/book Finnick Odair and Y/n Y/l/n are both Victors of former hunger games. Not to mention best friends and loves. Unlike Katniss and Peeta, their love was never a hoax. It's always been real...
