Sunday, June 3, 2012
Johanna-Pairing Fics
Saturday, April 14, 2012
the beautiful wreckage (Johanna/Annie)

“But they were the last thing I had. I don’t have anything anymore. I don’t have…” But she’s not sure what she doesn’t have. The strength. The will. The reason. Maybe she doesn’t have any of it.
“Well, now you have me,” Annie says as she pulls the smaller woman into a hug. Johanna doesn’t react. She can’t. She knows Annie meant it as a reassurance, an offering of peace – of friendship, even. But Johanna can’t see it that way.
All she can see is that this woman who was Finnick’s life – his strength, his will, his reason to live – is all that’s left of him now. And it is Johanna’s duty, her unbearable burden, to see that nothing happens to her.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Beside and Near (Lavinia/Darius)


I don't want to elaborate further, even though Lavinia is probably the last living person that will truly understand me.
Thankfully, she doesn't pry. She writes three very simple words. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "Yes." Even if it might not be true, I don't want to seem weak.
Instead of writing, she gently puts down the pad and pen and takes one of my hands in hers. Her hands seem so small compared to mine, but they are slender and strong. Our fingers entwine together, sharing warmth. Even if we could still talk, we didn't need to say anything.
We sit down on the small bed. She edges close to me and rests her head on my shoulder. I lean my head on hers. We both feel lonely, but not now.
"Beside" is the companion, the piece written in Lavinia's perspective. What's nice is that it's different from "Near". It's not just a retelling; the voice is distinctly different, the view on what happened refreshing instead of exactly the same. Her internal reactions perfectly match her behavior in the original piece, so the two oneshots compliment each other just as they should, as well as adding to the actual series.
As Lavinia/Darius is still a fairly rare pairing, hopefully these fics get enough attention to bring it into more light... and hopefully then we'll have more wonderful fics like these!
There you have this week's post - go on and check out these fics, and I'll be back with more next week. Shalom to you all~
Sunday, March 11, 2012
RIse Above The Crowds (Delly/Peeta)

Peeta’s sat on the edge of her bed, staring at Delly with what looks like increasing confusion.
She wrinkles her nose at his reflection, staring flatly back at her own and sighing. “I don’t care,” she says, even if they both know that’s not true and she’s always been bad at lying. “I just want to look nice for once, you know?”
She knows what everyone says about her behind her back: Delly Cartright, the plump and pale girl with messy hair that’s barely worth a second glance over.
“You do look nice,” Peeta says and then moves restlessly from the bed, stretching out his legs and walking away to look at some of Delly’s old photos.
She tosses back her hair; pulling it up so the curls don’t look so scraggy and then lets them flop back lifelessly onto her shoulders. She likes her eyes, she thinks, a tone of blue and green, somewhere in between the two, which mix together and bring out the best of both her parents.
“You do look nice,” says Peeta, repeating himself, “won-der-ful,” dragging out the syllables and letting them catch at the edges of his teeth. “Always.”
He lets his head flop onto her shoulder and tucks his chin into the crook of her neck. Winking at her as the inevitable smile starts to unfurl on her lips, her hands moving to shove him away from her, laughing, tutting at his silly behaviour and grabbing for her coat that he’s got wrapped around his sleeve, waiting.
Peeta is perfectly in character, and a pro of the fic is that Peeta/Katniss is not completely ignored. This new relationship shown is just so beautiful, and a tragic glimpse at their future as it could've been. It's not completely unrequited love--just two different kinds of it that are contrasting with each other. (And let's face the facts: little kids are just plain adorable.)
Sunday, February 26, 2012
This is Madness (Katniss/Madge)

It was stolen, not earned. With difficulty, I pull myself away. "I'm sorry, I..."
"Don't be."
Sunday, February 19, 2012
yellow brick roads (Haymitch/Maysilee) and inception (undiscovered gem)

Her eyelashes feel heavy, despite the fact they look so pretty, and that makes no sense to her at all. "Yes," she says. "My sister."
Caesar Flickerman almost looks concerned. It's an act, of course, but it somehow heartens her. She can tell the audience is bored after listening to forty odd sisters and brothers and lovers, and she might just understand what Haymitch said about not missing Twelve, because she does and she doesn't. She hates it ardently, now, and still misses it just as much.
She curls her fingers loosely, feeling the lacquered paint of her nails (bloodred, the obvious choice) against her skin, and looks directly at the camera, at her minature reflection.
Dark lashes. Thick curls. Shiny lips. This isn't her. It's a glorified version of a girl who actually isn't gorgeous, and she's suddenly scared, because what if it's permanent?
"She's watching. Anything you would say to her?"
She hesitates.
"I…I'm not coming home."
The buzzer goes off, perfectly.
Epic is brought in through the idea that the death tributes receive in the Hunger Games is easier to remember than "starving in District Twelve". The romance is easy to feel in the scenes we don't really see in the books; it's developed at just the right rate. A few conversations especially show this:
Later, her fingers are on the golden door handle when he asks her, "Do you really think you're going to die?" Haymitch loosens his tie and looks at her as oddly intensely as he did on the train.
What do you want from me? she feels like saying. Instead, she leans back against the door. "Well, my odds are roughly the same, aren't they?"
He laughs, mostly real and slightly acidic, and it kind of makes him seem more human in her eyes. She repeats his question, and he looks away. It's a ridiculous thing to ask, and she doesn't blame him for not answering.
"If it makes you feel any better," she adds, "I think you could win."
He doesn't repeat the words back to her.
"Won't you miss it?" she asks at last, annoyed, as she smears saltwater off her eyelashes. Her fingers are wet with homesickness.
"Honestly?" Haymitch Abernathy looks at her intently, almost searchingly. And then drops his gaze, disappointed. "No, I won't."
A tragic love-story, and a great addition to the Hunger Games world we all love--yellow brick roads placed second in the March challenge.
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Now onto inception. This isn't a minor pairing fic, but I feel it still falls in the "undiscovered gem" category. It was also written for a Starvation prompt, but this time for December 2011: "the 2nd Annual Hunger Games". This fic has a very interesting style: half-story, and half from the records of Panem. It also brings up an interesting idea of just how successful (or not) the early years of Hunger Games were. This is an excerpt close to the beginning of the fic, from the "official records of Panem":
Faced with the inevitability of their own death, the tributes (as they posthumously became known) simply sat around the Cornucopia until they died. None of them attempted to eat the food or take up a weapon against each other.
By the fourth day, only two tributes remained – both fell unconscious at some point in the night, and died too closely together for retrieval to be possible. As a result, there was no Victor that year.
The families of the tributes were brutally executed less than a week later.
There are several takes on the early days of Games, but this is unique in the fact that it seems planned, but it almost doesn't look meant to incite rebellion: it's a peaceful protest. While this happens during the very first Games, the fic continues on to the second year, which explains "why District Twelve never wins". Before the second Games, the female tribute from District Twelve (Iris) speaks with the original President Snow (after he says that these Games shall not be a repeat of the previous year's):
Snow: Well, Miss Weir? What is it you wanted to ask me.
Iris: I know you said that you'd kill the families of the kids – sorry, tributes – that don't cooperate. But for the little kids like Andy – I mean, Andrew Hale – you can't expect them to be able to stand up to older kids.
Snow: (sharply) Like yourself, Miss Weir?
Iris: ... Yes, like myself, sir. If the younger kids were k- ... killed by one of the older ones, that would count as them cooperating, would it not? That would be horrifying, a young child being mercilessly killed by an older one, wouldn't it.
Snow: (mildly) It is not your place to dictate to me, Miss Weir.
Iris: Of course not, sir. I would never presume... I'm just asking a question.
Snow: What you're proposing isn't really what I had in mind... But if you're prepared to do so, I see no reason why that would be unacceptable.
Iris: Thank you-
I wouldn't want to give it all away for you, but, based on Iris's later actions, you see why District Twelve ended up with so few victors.
An interesting idea, a unique execution--inception placed first in the December challenge.
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Hopefully you enjoyed, and I'll see you next week!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Nightly (Effie/Haymitch)

Saturday, February 4, 2012
The Way It Is (Glimmer/Cato) and Twirl for Me, Fly for Me (Cinna/Portia)

Saturday, January 28, 2012
Partners in Crime and Conflicted (Cato/Clove)

Sure, I've been taught to enjoy slaughter. And I do.
But this sadistic twisting-the-blade, torturing, slow death thing? I really don't care for it. Murder the girl and be done with it. Celebrate the death, not the torture.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor (Cinna/Finnick) and Running The Spectrum: Orange (Wiress/Beetee)
