𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚈 ° finnick odair ²

19

The girl smiled to herself as her fiancé's name was called, and the blonde boy himself came walking up the ramp, waving at the crowd with that famous smirk of his.

"Finnick." Caesar greeted, smiling at the tribute. "How are you? How've you been?"

"I've been better, Caesar." The boy said honestly with a shrug, folding his hands behind his back. "But I'm just glad to be back."

The two of them continued their interview for a short while longer before Caesar said something that sparked the blonde girl's interest.

"I hear that you have a message for a special someone out there." The man said, sneaking a not so subtle glance my way before facing Finnick with a smile. "Can we hear it?"

The District Four victor nodded as the mic was placed to his lips, his face went serious as he spoke, the words flowing out like a river.

"My love, you have my heart." He said. "For all of eternity. And if I die in that arena...my last thought will be of your lips. And your smile. And your laugh." He paused, taking a second to run and look up at his fiancé. "My last thought will be of you."

The crowd applauded as Caesar dismissed the blonde boy, who made his way over to his fiancee. Once he got to the girl, he pulled her in and kissed her passionately, causing awes and soft applause to echoed through the crowd.

The rest of the interviews went on without a hitch, with anybody and everybody trying to do everything they could to get the Games canceled, but nothing seemed to be working. That is, until District Twelve came on. More specifically...Peeta.

Sure, Katniss's white wedding dress bursting into flames before coming out black with the wing of a mockingjay caused a murmur through the crowd, but Peeta knew what he was doing. He knew just how to get the crowd angry.

"And I wouldn't have any regrets at all," The sweet boy said softly. "If it weren't...if it...if..."

Caesar furrowed his brows as the boy fumbled over his words. "If it weren't for what?"

"If it weren't for the baby." Peeta finally said, causing the crowd to go crazy. Everyone started standing up, yelling at Caesar and at the cameramen to cancel the Games, despite knowing that they had no control over it.

As the tribute from District Twelve made his way up onto the platforms, his 'wife' wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly before pulling away. The tributes all started linking his hands together; if anything would show the Capital how wrong and unfair this was, it would be all the tributes, every single one, holding their interlocked hands up into the air.