when it was announced that for the quarter quell, previous victors would get reaped. you weren't happy, and neither was finnick. as soon as mags' name was called on stage, you volunteered to take her place. mags was too old to participate in the hunger games - that you knew for sure. no one deserved to die in the arena.

on the train ride to the capitol to the tribute center, finnick kept clinging to you, cuddling and kissing wherever and whenever, planning how you'd survive the arena. his initial plan was that he'd commit suicide just so you could live.

during the chariot rides, finnick was, as always, a pain in your ass - asking if his hair looked okay, and when you replied with "yes, stop asking all the time, dork," he'd just fake a frown and pout. "so no action for me, i suppose?" you'd roll your eyes and scoff in return, trying to hide the smile creeping up on your face.

now, you were in the tribute center, practicing some knots. you were a pro at tying knots. you were just about to try the knot that helped you during your games - a knot that mags taught you when she was your mentor - but you stopped right in your tracks when you felt finnick slide a hand over your waist. you could hear him chuckling when you pulled away."sorry, sorry, hon," finnick said to you inbetween laughs.

you rolled your eyes. "finnick," you greeted him, and finnick greeted you back with a "heyyy."

you smile faintly in return, trying to focus on the knots

"whatchu doin'?" he asked you, towering over you as you tried to get back to knotting.

"just tying knots.." you mumbled.

"that's cute," finnick responded, taking his hand off your waist in fear of making you uncomfortable.

"hm," your mumble of a reply only made him grin like a fool and he let out a small chuckle at your attempts to ignore his presence. not that it was really possible to ignore him, finnick odair.

"ignoring me, huh?"

"go fuck yourself."

"only if you watch," finnick retaliated. you were dead silent, flabbergasted by his choice of words - he said WHAT??