Multifandom one shots (ON HOLD)

(Finick Odair) Terrified

I was terrified. What else would you feel when you hear your name called on Reaping day. The steps up the stage seemed taller when you actually have to climb them. Hundreds of pairs of eyes watching you. And this is only the beginning.

"I'm Finnick Odair." He holds out his hand for me to shake.

"I know"

How could I not know the infamous Finnick Odair? I push myself to meet his hand.

"(Y/n) (L/n)"

"I know." I look up at him confused, "Well I do now." He laughs.

"We need to get moving. Train leaves in a few minutes." Finnick nods to the train behind me.

"Okay." I follow him to board the train. I look back once. This will be the last time I see my district. I'll never get to see the ocean again. I'll never get to see my family again.

"What're you thinking about?" Finnick asks.

We've been on the train for hours now. I sit without saying a word to my mentor or my district partner. They've been going on and on about strategies. But I sit and think. Not making a comment on anything. I think I’m still in shock, it hasn’t quite sunk in yet.

"The ocean." I look up and meet eyes with Finnick. "I'm never going to see it again."

"Don't think like that (Y/n)" My district partner, Chive, tells me.

I look over to him.

"You're not gonna see it again either."

He breathes out angrily.

"You know you don't have to be Miss Debbie Downer all of the time. This is the Hunger Games. One of us can get out." He continues. Finnick still hasn't said anything. He just watches me with cautious eyes.

"This is a death sentence. I might be bringing the attitude down but I'm being realistic. There's a pair just like us, being sent into the games. Only difference is they've trained their wholes lives for this." I stand up.

"Such a bitch."

I just laugh. He's right. I was being a bitch. But I had a right to be. I had the right to be mad about this. We are children. I used to tell my parents I wasn't a child anymore but it's a lie. I needed to think that then, but now I see it the way they have. I’m not ready to stop living. I've barely lived and now it's already over.

"Now that's a first." A voice pulls me out of my thoughts once again. I didn't even notice him follow me into my room.

"What? Every other tribute you've trained has been cheery to go off to their deaths?"

"Not quite cheery more like, optimistic." He grins a little.

I snort.

"Well I guess I'm a realist."

"That you are."

Finnick sits beside me at the end of my bed, the window sits before us. We're going too fast to notice the landscape. It’s all just a speedy blur.

"What? You aren't gonna give me the speech about 'If you stay on the bright side of things you'll be fine' ?" I ask in shock.

"With this attitude you aren't gonna win. You're right. Chive isn't gonna win either. But at least he is thinking the right things. Asking the right questions."

I roll my eyes.

"You know, you remind me of a girl I trained a few years back."

"Annie?" I ask.