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uncleasad · 3 months ago

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@the0fi may have sated my brain on the Red Post-Its front for a while 😂 but I awoke in the middle of the night Wednesday/early Thursday morning with an unexpected idea poking at my sleep-addled brain like a thorn: a Bishova Hunger Games AU.

The basic conception I had was similar to allweseeislight’s amazing-but-unfinished Hosie THG Au series, where Josie’s the Katniss character from 12 and Hope is a career from 2. So Kate’s the Katniss character from 12 and Yelena’s the career from 2 with a vendetta against Kate’s mentor…and somehow in the middle of it all, they team up, fall in love, and begin to bring down the corrupt system of Panem… How, well, I haven’t figured that part out yet 😂

Ordinarily for an existing-media AU idea, I’d come up with a basic character list and then toss it onto my never-shrinking pile of fic ideas I’m unlikely to ever get around to writing (anyone is welcome to borrow from them, but please drop me a line if you do)…

But, no, this one was different, continuing to poke my brain until I had written a freakin’ 2500 word angsty prologue! (and a rough timeline!) in lieu of an even minimally-viable character list 😭 (The prologue does, however, capture pretty much the entirety of the character list and setup my brain had constructed.) Luckily I know marginally more about The Hunger Games than I do Hawkeye 😂

I have no immediate plans to write more of this (see: giant ideas list, long list of current WIPs, terrible with long fics, lack of knowledge of Hawkeye), so like my other ideas, anyone is welcome to take the idea and run with it (please let me know if you do)…

But if you want to torture yourself with what may never be, herewith the 2500+ word prologue (tentative title after Sam Cooke):

Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow

Being the Mayor’s daughter had its perks. Better food, better accommodations, more heat. A smidge more freedom. Kate Bishop was grateful for all of them. They might not be worth a lot, in the grand scheme of things, but these small affordances were worth something. Even in District 12. They might be the difference between life and death. Especially in District 12.

Being the daughter of Mayor Eleanor Bishop helped smooth the way with many things in life. The one thing where being the Mayor’s daughter held no sway…The Reaping. Being the daughter of Mayor Bishop and the late, beloved Mayor Derek Bishop, being next in line to succeed to the position of Mayor herself one day…none of that meant anything when it came to The Reaping. And if her name were to be called, fat chance of anyone volunteering in her stead. Eleanor Bishop had her thumb on the scales in many situations, but there was nothing she could do to persuade someone else to volunteer as Tribute. (Nothing that wouldn’t attract unwanted attention from The Capitol, at least. And that was something Eleanor Bishop wanted steadfastly to prevent. Not all of the Mayoral family perks were strictly permitted.)

But Kate was OK. All those perks meant her name only need be on the rolls once, far better odds than most of her District 12 compatriots.

Except…Kate had been reckless this year. More specifically, Kate and her friends had been reckless this year. She and Kamala had been busted sneaking home after curfew following one of their illicit hunting trips on restricted land…another entry on the rolls.

Then there was the time she and Cassie Lang had been trying out one of Cassie’s father’s inventions, a miniature jabberjay-like device which would allow them to spy on Peacekeepers from a distance…but it was only possible to spy on someone if you didn’t accidentally back into a row of metal garbage bins while testing the range of the device. When they were searched, Kate had claimed she’d found the device in the basement of the Cultural Museum, both to protect Cassie (it wasn’t her fault that Kate was such klutz) and the brunette’s father…if the device had ever been traced back to Mr Lang, with his record, he’d be publicly executed in the Square as soon as they could assemble a firing squad and a crowd.

Or when Franny had spilled hot coals that started a fire and nearly burnt down the school…and Kate had taken the blame in her stead; with medicine and extra rations when her sister had gotten sick, Franny was already on the rolls more than a dozen times. And so on and so forth…little things here and there, and suddenly Kate Bishop, heir apparent to the Mayorship of District 12, was enrolled more than three dozen times for this year’s Reaping for the 74th Hunger Games.

There was no such thing as a happy-go-lucky existence in Panem, even in The Capitol, and certainly not in the districts, but Kate Bishop for 17 years had lived the closest possible facsimile of it. Now, however, it was perhaps time to pay the piper—or The Kingpin, as it were.

On a Monday morning under the blazing sun, Kate stood among the assembled children and youth of District 12 in their finest outfits. It was a big day, and everyone should look their best for The Capitol. Mayor Bishop made brief introductions. As they did every year, the Capitol functionaries gave prepared remarks about the great honor it was to be selected as Tribute and the glory those chosen would win for themselves, their families, and all District 12. Never mind that District 12 went most of recorded history without producing a Victor. Steve Rogers had been an unexpected surprise early in the Second Quarter Quell, but in the final moments, he, too, fell to the Red Guardian, cementing the brute’s victory. It was not until the 64th Hunger Games a decade ago that District 12 produced its first, unlikely, Victor. Clint Barton, on the cusp of escaping eligibility, with a pregnant wife and an infant son already, was Reaped. In the Games they called him Hawkeye for his legendary skill with a bow and arrow, perched high in a tree, taking out his opponents—his fellow Tributes—with deadly accuracy. Until he turned 19 and found himself the only Tribute left, becoming the oldest one in history to attain that exalted status of Victor. Now, however, he was a shell of a man, a father forced to relive his nightmares every year as he readied fresh meat for the slaughter (and with Cooper and Lila becoming eligible themselves over the next two years, the torment would only grow). The crowd cheered dutifully when he was introduced, but he looked like he would be more comfortable perched high in a tree somewhere.

Karen Page finished her grandiloquent pronouncements and moved on to the day’s true purpose, choosing this year’s sacrifices to sate The Capitol’s bloodlust. Kate stood with her friends, hands linked together in support; Franny and Greer on her left, Kamala and Cassie to her right. Kate would volunteer in a heartbeat if any of their names were called; she knew she had the best shot (pun intended, even in these somber circumstances) out of all of them to survive. Her mother would not approve, of course, but in Kate’s mind, what good were their (meager) privileges if they couldn’t use them to help others—especially those who had been like family to the young raven-haired woman.

With a flourish, Miss Page drew a slip of paper from the hopper. “The male Tribute from District 12,” she exclaimed proudly, “is Peter Parker.” All eyes went to the assembled throng, finally focusing on a boy whose child-like face belied his age. At just 14, he was a few years younger than Kate, but he could have passed for 12. The raven-haired Mayor’s daughter had seen him around school, but all Kate really knew about him is that he lived with his aunt, May, who ran the bakery. Now, the boy looked overwhelmed, the crushing weight of reality settling on his dainty shoulders. The crowd quickly parted to allow the Peacekeepers to escort the teen to the rostrum. Miss Page recycled her empty platitudes to welcome the Parker boy to his path to certain death.

Then it was time to reap the female Tribute. Kate felt Franny’s and Kamala’s hands tighten around hers, and the quintet steeled themselves for the moments to come. Miss Page once again made an elaborate show of selecting and extracting a slip of paper from the hopper. “The great honor of serving as this year’s female Tribute from District 12 belongs to…Kate Bishop.” A gasp echoed through the assembled crowd of children and their families. Kate Bishop, the Mayor’s daughter. It hammered home that no matter one’s station, everyone was merely a pawn in The Capitol’s games.

Eleanor Bishop was stoic, perhaps even detached—or cold-hearted—as the name of her daughter and only child resounded through the assembled throng. Kate herself was in a state of shock, not believing her own ears. The Mayor’s daughter who trips over her own two feet, now a Tribute in the 74th Hunger Games.

“Katie? Where are you, Katie?” Miss Page called out for her Tribute. Once again the crowd parted—this time in relief that the Reaping was over and each of them had survived for another year—to reveal Kate Bishop, surrounded by her sobbing friends.

Franny wailed “Nooooo,” hugging Kate tightly.

“There you are, Katie.”

“It’s OK,” the raven-haired teen reassured her friends. It was not OK, for not only were they losing their friend, but also the only person who looked out for them. Even if Kate somehow won the Games—and the odds were never, despite the saying, ever in one’s favor—she would be segregated from them even more in the Victor’s Village and always at The Capitol’s beck and call. “C’mon, girls, let go…before the Peacekeepers decide to pull you off,” she warned. At that, each girl gave Kate one final hug, imparted her final words of wisdom—or thanks—and pulled away, leaving Kate alone and exposed for the first time in her whole life. It was only briefly, of course, before the Peacekeepers reached her to escort her to the rostrum as well, but it may well have been a lifetime, and it was chilling to realize that just like in this moment, from now on, Kate would only have herself.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a hearty congratulations to your Tributes from District 12 in the 74th Hunger Games, Peter Parker and Kate Bishop!”

Everything after that was a blur. Kate remembered her mother making a few more remarks, then the Tributes being pulled inside for their final family goodbyes before being whisked off to the train station and thence The Capitol. Her mother said something about making a good impression, perhaps, reminding her daughter that her performance reflected upon her, and she did not want to lose both a daughter and a job. Then there was a brief hug, still stiff, but the most loving perhaps since her father had died. And then Kate was off, on her own, a sacrificial lamb for The Capitol’s bloodlust.

As the raven-haired teen stared out the rear window of the train, watching the station—and her home—recede in the distance, Kate absentmindedly fingered the pin in the shape of a mockingjay that Cassie had slipped into her hand before breaking their hug.

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Yelena Belova was one of the most deadly fighters to ever emerge from the Red Room. The Widow, as the female trainees were dubbed, was a master of every conceivable weapon known to man, had exemplary strength, flexibility, and agility, and was trained in dozens of forms of hand-to-hand combat. She was, for lack of a better term, a killing machine.

Sometimes she felt like one, too. Yelena didn’t remember her early life…her parents; no doubt she, like all the other Widows, had been taken—or in some cases given up willingly, one less mouth to feed—by Dreykov and his agents by about age 3. The General, as he was called, was the Victor of the 1st Quarter Quell, the 25th Hunger Games, and developed the Red Room training program from his experiences, leading District 2 to become a leading producer of Victors. (And other things, which lined the old man’s pockets far beyond a Victor’s modest privilege.)

Yelena’s earliest memories were of the people she called ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad,’ Melina Vostokoff and Alexei Shostakov, themselves the clever yet deadly Victor of the 51st Hunger Games and the bloody and brutal Victor of the 2nd Quarter Quell—and her sister, Natasha Romanoff. It was a happy childhood—or as happy a childhood as possible in Panem’s District 2. As the daughter of two celebrated Victors, Yelena grew up in the milieu of the Games even before she was formally inducted into the Red Room.

There, the happy girlhood was stripped away from her as brutally as imaginable, and she learned that to survive, one must be cold, cruel, and cunning. She never saw her sister again, and that trauma drove Yelena to be the best. When Yelena learned that Natasha had died mysteriously—off-camera, thought to be an impossibility—during the 64th Hunger Games, it had hardened the blonde’s resolve to be the best Widow and one day take her revenge for her sister’s death by slaughtering the other Tributes during a Hunger Games. Yelena was the only Widow to ever defeat Dreykov’s daughter—the Red Room’s Taskmaster, Victor of the 68th Hunger Games—in one-on-one combat, clear evidence of her devotion to her cause.

A Reaping was coming, and Yelena was running out of time. Already 18, she would be 19 before the following Hunger Games, no longer eligible to serve as Tribute. This was her final shot, and she trained harder than ever, fought with greater ferocity, and had, just weeks ago, achieved her legendary victory over the Taskmaster. Today, she was sparring in a what was technically a three-way combat, but in practice it was two-on-one, Toni and Sonya against her. The blonde warded off the pair with her batons, ducking and sliding both to avoid blows and to land them herself. Sonya was winded, Yelena could tell, which was her opening to make it one-on-one against Toni once more.

Yelena was so focused that she did not hear the clack of heels on the training floor—or, rather, her well-trained mind had filtered the sounds out, knowing they were outside the parameters of this exercise and allowing her to focus more fully on Sonya’s breaths. (In a true battle, of course, that would be another story, but so well-trained was the blonde’s mind that it could instinctively modulate its functions to meet the circumstances.)

“Yelena Belova.” A woman’s voice called out her name, coming from the approximate location of the last sound of the high heels. The Widow was being summoned.

A one-two-three punch, baton to the right ankle, another to the left knee, and a head-butt to the gut, and Sonya was lying flat on her back, gasping for air. Down—for now—but not yet out. The blonde whirled around to face the Taskmaster once more, sliding to dodge a blow. Planting one foot while still crouching down, Yelena swung the other leg in an arc, making contact with Toni’s ankle. The older woman was much more difficult to bring down, but in the fraction of the second it took for the Taskmaster to flinch from the blow, the Widow was now in the air, careening into her target. The Victor crashed to the ground, and before she could react, Yelena had her arm around the older woman’s throat, constricting her airway until she passed out. After hogtying the still-gasping Sonya for good measure, the deadly blonde rose once more, dusted her hands on her training suit, and turned towards the spot where she had recalled hearing her summons.

A solitary, polite round of applause greeted the Widow as she took in her summoner: Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. The Contessa. The power behind the scenes in District 2.

“Well done, Yelena.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“I do believe we have chosen wisely this year. You have proved that you are ready to bring glory back to District 2.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I will not let you down.”

She would not be drummed out to the miserable life of a Peacekeeper, a Capitol mutt, without her chance to take revenge for her sister.

The older woman extended her hand to shake that of the newly-anointed volunteer for District 2’s female Tribute in the 74th Hunger Games. That handshake was the extent of the formalities, and the woman turned on her heel and returned whence she had come: the shadows where she lurked and pulled the strings in the district.

When the Contessa had made her exit, Yelena opened the hand that had shaken the woman’s. She looked upon the small piece of paper, a red note, and saw that it contained but two words, a name: Clint Barton.

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#ideas #bishova hunger games AU #bishova #kate x yelena #yelena x kate #kate bishop x yelena belova #yelena belova x kate bishop #kate bishop #yelena belova #this is the way my mind works #excerpt #Cupid Draw Back Your Bow

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slfglow · 29 days ago

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════ 𝚂𝙻𝙵𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆'𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ════

𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 🐚 (𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘳)

Shell is a career tribute desperate to escape the miserable cycle of her old life. Yearing for everything she can't have,sick of settling for her little life in the wharf — the poorest areas of district 4 — scavenging for the remains that wasteful tourists from the capitol, left in their beach home. Shell wants more, and if she's anything,she's determined.

shell is courageous, charismatic and stubborn. filled with resentment for anyone slightly more fortune than her and driven by envy to make something of herself, be someone others wish they were, like she's done all her years. staring at the people who lived in the rook, wishing she was one of those lucky souls. so blind with want she doesn't even realise the finnick odair working tiredly to clear up every one of her misshaps

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shell and finnick first cross paths when she sneaks into the battery — the unofficial and technically illegal, not that the peacekeepers care — training warehouse. With creaky wooden floors, growing mold and falling ceiling panels shell looks at it with lights in her eyes. So start struck finnick doesn't mention someone has sneaked into the building.

for weeks they worked side by side in their career training — shell not yet being caught — without a single exchange,just passing looks. A look from finnick that said 'i know you shouldn't be in here.'

the most memorable encounter was when shell practically forced herself on camera for finnick's district 4 interview. having been one of the few contenders of the 65th Hunger Games left they wanted to get an inside on the remaining tribute. making up some lie about being his close friend, spewing so much nonsense to have that interview — to finally show panem who would be running the country in a few years — it fell unknown to shell she had just saved finnick's life.

And then leads to the chapters of finnick's desperation to pay his debt back during the 68th Hunger Games

find out more under the 'shell🐚🐚' tag

𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘆 🥃 (𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦,𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴)

whiskey's a bartender at 'Whisky a Go Go' living her life in the small apartment above the infamous club — known for it's dirty secrets, loud music, famous guests and stocked with drunkards roaming the streets of Sunset Strip. On that very street she meets Billy Dunne and Daisy Jones. Not in any way unlike to the other stars who had wondered in the infamous bar. But all the more rememberable. whiskey could tell stories about all the greats. But it's their two who she'll remember

whiskey like the drink is intense, firey and wild. whiskey is blunt and unforgiving. Strong minded with morals chiseled into stone and a sharp tounge. Mean in nature yet every jab hurts so good. Addictive,like the drink. And if you know anything about Billy and Daisy, they get addicted way too easily.

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whiskey met Daisy at 'Whisky a Go Go' when they were 15. Daisy and her talk a few times and sometimes daisy comes back just to see her. Saying the club is where she first found her love for music,being there helps her write. but really all daisy wants is to see her

Ran into billy a few times in 1971 and 1972, while the Dunne Brothers band perform at Filthy McNasty's, a bar next to 'Whisky a Go Go'

Before their first performance, Billy pauses at the door to McNasty's and looks over at the sign for The Whisky, which reflects in his sunglasses. He can see whiskey through the glass and sudden wants to perform there that much more.

find out more under the 'whiskey🥃🥃' tag

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 🐑 (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦)

precious' a farm girl,raised by the river on the wide tract of land. forever gentle and patient with her animals, nurturing and kind. a devout catholic who lives by the way of the word. and does her very best to stay kind. that's her only wish. she greets people with a bright smile and a wave, her bracelets jingling with each movement, like her own personal melodic theme song.

precious falls in love with everything she sees. the small dying lamb — Jackie — she found abandoned on the side of road,that she vowed to take care off till her last breaths is her one true love she says..till she met Graham that was, now Jackie's a close second.

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Graham and precious met at a wedding gig they were playing while they were still the 'dunne brothers' It was her third aunt, twice removed, fifth husband wedding. And precious, ever the romantic, was ecstatic. Despite her awful bridesmaid dress — aunt Linda would never have someone looking better than her if she could help it, especially not a women 32 years younger than her: though of anyone asked it was only 10 years — the trashy food and the fact her family was hosting for free and she's definitely be chasing the papers cups running in the wind from her the next morning. She was positively bursting with joy.

Graham had seen her from afar and was starstruck,blinded. So enamoured, that he ran off the stage to ask her out right away. Running like he was being chased by a cheeta, but more accurately desperate to get to her before any of the other boys decided to try their luck first.

And that was the beginning of what precious deemed the greatest love story of the 20th century..until Graham moved to LA and their yearning hearts were separated for 3 years until fate — as precious called it — brought them back together again

find out more under the 'precious 🐑🐑' tag

𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗮 🌌 (𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦)

before the fame, nova would've deemed her life entirely uneventful. suppose her parents seperation would be the most significant part of her life but truthfully she didn't remember any of that. too young to recall even the smallest thing.

all she knew was mummy and daddy didn't not love eachother. and that worked for her.

after the fame everything became complicated. moving from England, from her small London flat with her mother, to a joint townhouse in America. It was also the first time her parents came together — to raise money for when her dreams, as they thought inevitably, would fail — Perhaps the divorce was a smart decision, because like all other things that happen when they were together. They were wrong.

And there was no denying it.

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the band officially came together in 1967. Recruiting the most random of tortured souls to form the renowned 'silver lining'

after claiming their stake on the UK by 1972 they unanimously decide to widen their horizons to the lions den of music. America

Riding off a high from England their dreams are crushed when they realise they've made no impact whatsoever to the American people.

with a few phone calls — mostly threats — they manage to get hold of teddy price, 'USA's founding father of music producing' — as James says — a perfect name for the man who was pulling the strings to create the biggest rock n' roll names in music history using a tactic he called 'stalking the prey'

having met 'the six' the same year teddy decides what better way to control to bands then to put them against eachother

for the next five years it was war. competition for who would sell more albums, who would have more songs on 'the top 100', who would get more awards, who would get more interviews.

teddy price was a fucking genius

find out more under the 'nova🌌🌌' tag

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bloodmoonriising · 2 years ago

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The mention of her mother caused Rosmarinus to smile. She didn't mind the connection being pointed out, it was a honor to be compared to her mother, but she also felt a tinge of worry at the back of her mind. What if she didn't give up to everyone expectations, what if she let her mother down.

She listened intently to the Sponsor's response to her question before pondering his own posed question. "I think there's some really strong contenders. Career and non. I think it'll be a good show. Though..." She paused before continuing "...without underestimating my competitors or getting overly confidant, I do trust that I will be crowned at the end of it."

Tiberius couldn't help the small upturn of his lips at her response. "Your mother certainly didn't either." He commented fondly. She'd put on one heck of a show in her own arena and he found himself wondering if Rose would put on as much of a show. He quickly shoved the thoughts away, pondering her question for a moment. "This year's batch is certainly impressive, but you're all older. Even the tributes in the outter districts are stronger than usual. Some of them at least." Mainly those in district that had the harder labor.

"What do you think of your competitors?" he questions, trying to gauge her confidence in herself. Did she have confidence in herself and her own abilities?

#rose : reply #rose : tiberius #75 : ahg #timeline : day five #timeline : caesar's after party #location : capitol ; museum of panem history ; exhibits #eventidepast #eventideevent02

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readingaurorasandsadprose · 1 year ago

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The goat story

As they settle into domestic life in the cave, Peeta prompts Katniss for a story, which she likens to singing, an activity she views as superfluous but connected to her father, and, as of recently, Rue. Peeta, the artist, and Katniss, the utilitarian.

The goat story provides important insight into Katniss’ background and their world on multiple counts:

The relationship between Katniss, Gale, and District 12

Dynamics of the Hob, town, and officials

Katniss’ personality

Peeta’s prompt is specifically for the happiest day she can remember, so her mind turns to Gale, which she intuitively understands would not go over well, and Prim. I find it interesting that she doesn’t even consider memories of her father, say, teaching her to swim or singing to the mockingjays. Lady the goat was introduced back in chapter one with her cheese and milk featured in the reaping festivities and here we get her backstory as a 10th birthday present for Prim. The story opens with Prim giving a gift of goat cheese to Katniss, and this story reverses the situation with Katniss giving Prim a gift of goat, the gift that keeps on giving between the sisters. Timeline wise, Prim’s 10th birthday places the events around two years before THG, and Katniss at around 14.

The first half of the entire story is an internal monologue, not spoken out loud, to protect Greasy Sae, Rooba the butcher, and even the peacekeepers from punishment for breaking the laws by engaging in the black market. Katniss’ awareness that the audience will have already figured she was illegally hunting but her refusal to implicate anyone demonstrates her nature as a protector and the need for mutual silence within District 12. I doubt anyone from District 12, regardless if they are from the Seam, town, or a peacekeeper, would say any of the first half of the story out loud. It is their mutual silence, their mutual dependence, their mutual aid that protects them all. The black market is an integral part of their economy and way of life.

Gale and Katniss shoot down a young buck and Katniss describes him in detail, remarking on his youth, beauty, unfamiliarity with humans, and innocence. Her description calls to mind the tributes themselves, innocent children. We learn it is Greasy Sae, a trader at the Hob, who seems to be well-respected within their community, that refers them to a butcher in town. Greasy Sae could certainly use the buck for her stews, but she clearly has Katniss’ and Gale’s best interests in mind and wants them to get the highest price for their kill. The Hob operates on goodwill and trust between the traders with Katniss and Gale being established and well-regarded members of their ranks.

They take the buck to Rooba, the butcher in town. Katniss and Gale have crossed the threshold of the Hob, where haggling is the way of commerce, and into town with Rooba where the merchant class controls trade. The pair receive the most money they have ever had at one time and head for the market square.

From here, Katniss narrates the story out loud directly to Peeta and indirectly to Panem, claiming she traded her mother’s old locket in for money. She is drawn to the Goat Man’s injured goat, noting how owning a goat can change your life in 12. I find it a bit amusing how nonchalant Katniss and Gale try to be while sizing up the goat, even buying a cup of milk, but the Goat Man insists she is for the butcher. When Rooba shows up, she complains of the goat’s worsened state, then leaves with a wink to Katniss. The crowd joins in the haggling between the Goat Man and Katniss.

Rooba’s shenanigans and the involvement of the crowd show how invested the communities of 12 are in Katniss from even before the reaping. We see over and over her suspicious nature blinds her to the perceptions of others. She is taken aback by the salute she receives at the reaping, but as we learn over the course of the books, District 12 respects and admires her. We hear this explicitly from Delly, in Mockingjay, but more subtly in this story. Katniss denies that Madge is her friend, denies that she would get generous trades on her own merit instead of her father’s or Prim’s reputations, denies that the people of District 12 care for her. Her years of trading across the lines that divide 12, interacting with the people of the Seam, the town, and the peacekeepers and officials means she is one of the few that would be known to almost everyone. Almost everyone in 12, besides Haymitch, is aware of her dedication to providing for her family. Katniss interprets the “effect she can have” that Peeta refers to as pity and an insult, but really, it is anything but. I’ll bet NO ONE from 12 was surprised when Katniss volunteered. Katniss’ inner dialogue throughout the games show how profoundly the watchers of 12 influence her decisions and how it is distinctive from the influence of the watchers of the Capitol. She knows she would be ostracized in 12 if she didn’t ally with Peeta after the rule change, and she knows she would never accept anyone back into 12 if they didn’t do the same.

Gale carries the goat back, because, according to Katniss, ‘he wanted to see the look on Prim’s face as much as I did’. This line tears me up knowing what is coming in Mockingjay.

Katniss has a very rare show of sentimentality here by buying a ribbon for the goat to present to Prim. The conversation between Katniss and Peeta after she tells this story never fails to crack me up. Peeta KNOWS this story is the happiest in Katniss’ life because of the ‘lasting joy you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping’ but she insists that the goat was a ‘little gold mine’. Their banter here is why we are all Everlark shippers.

Thanks for reading! Please share your thoughts on the goat story

#thg series #the hunger games #everlark

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 9 months ago

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In Panem AU Fic Masterlist (3)

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Phoenix Rising-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are growing back together in District 12 when they realize that even though the Hunger Games and the war are over, Panem's fragile peace still requires their protection. Regrets Only-c_r_roberts (ao3) Summary: I’m not sure how long we lay there like that, naked and entangled together. I think I even drift in and out of a light sleep, because the next thing I know, it’s the middle of the night and Peeta’s stirring beside me. When I open my eyes to him, it doesn’t look like he’s slept at all. The fire crackles in the old stone hearth, and the scent of smoke and pine and cold musty air fills the room. “Don’t get married,” Peeta suddenly tells me, his voice soft, but urgent. My heart breaks at the earnestness in his eyes. “At least not to Gale.” In Panem AU. Selfish-Pagedancer87 (ao3) Summary: “It’s really okay for there to be times when you stop putting everyone else first, and just do what’s best for you.” shoot straight-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: 1. can't catch a break... or a pie *In Panem AU 2. frozen leap *Post Mockingjay 3. fleeing flowers *Post Mockingjay 4. crazy cat *Post Mockingjay Crack 5. peeta davidson *In Panem AU Crack 6. connecting with nature *Post Mockingjay 7. a thousand +101 word slow burn *In Panem AU 8. a picture’s worth a thousand +101 words *Fic Art 9. anything but goodbye *Canon Compliant 10. the pardon *Post Mockingjay Sister Wife-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: In a post war Panem, the male denizens of the districts sacrificed their life to free their people from the corruption of the Capitol, endangering the population of the country. The Sister Wife Initiative was put in place to encourage the procreation of a new generation. But no system is without flaw. Small Changes-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss through the years as friends on the verge of something more. Soulmates-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: In The New Republic of Panem, your soul mark will pair you with your mate. What happens when the person you want has a mark that doesn't match? Swan Song-flythroughflames (ff) Summary: In-Panem AU. Capitol escort Katniss Everdeen and tribute stylist Peeta Mellark share a moment before their first Hunger Games. Taking in Water-flythroughflames (ff) Summary: In-Panem AU. "His work is back-breaking, his circumstances hellish at times, but he's lucky. He's alive and he has Katniss with him. He knows it could be so much worse." The Dark Cloud-LastLeaf (ao3) Summary: In an alternate timeline in which Katniss and Peeta are never in the Games, a misunderstanding throws them together one evening. But Katniss has a secret - one that threatens her way of life and any blossoming relationship with the boy with the bread.

#thglibrary masterlist #inpanemau #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #masterlist #admin:e #everlark

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fairyhagmother · 2 months ago

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sotr spoilers without context

Snow was behaving ooc because he was going through Livia cardew divorce

My girl volumnia Gaul is going to live FOR EVER. geriatric ward death bingo ultimate winner

No references to the snouse (snow spouse) THANK GODDD!!!!!

The most incoherent timeline I’ve ever seen in my damn life

Panems dead sister EPIDEMIC

Either barb azure had a child at fifty four and promptly died go queen or Maude Ivory married at like fifteen and had kids immediately. Or. funniest option. lucy gray really was just vibing in d12 this entire time. married to another blond man NO LESS

Snow projectile vomiting in front of haymitch and Plutarch

#this is what I got #nell irl #sotr spoilers

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bloodmoonriising · 2 years ago

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Where : Capitol, Museum of Panem History

When : 75, Day Five, Caesar's After Party

Who : Rose and Portia ( @ofportia )

Excusing herself with the excuse of needing to procure another neon blue Capitol concocted cocktail, despite the many Avoxes tasked with walking around with trays of glass of fizzing, glittering, foggy, and even flaming liquids of the brightest colors, from a conversation with a group of overzealous Sponsors all wanting a piece of the possible next Victor. Moving as far into the crowd of moving and buzzing bodies as she could, Rosmarinus’ calloused fingers grabbed a passing glass of her beverage of choice as her feet came to rest.

Eyes scanning the room for an open opportunity to both smooze and try to line up some support in the Arena, but to also live like it was her last night on earth, as it may have very well been. Glass pressed to her lips as she turned the glass bottom side up as she quickly drank all the liquid in one go, glass then flipping up right as eyes checked that no one saw her. Only her eyes did find someone, Portia Something, Rosmarinus only knew her name because of Katniss and Peeta being such a big deal. She smiled quickly. “You really have to be careful with these things, they go down so easily.” Rose attempted as genuine of a lighthearted laugh as she could muster.

#rose : reply #rose : portia #timeline : day five #timeline : caesar's after party #location : capitol ; Museum of Panem History ; dining room #eventidepast #eventideevent02 #alcohol tw #75 : ahg

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mariiastales · 6 months ago

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on the topic of panem’s fashion timeline and snow’s dislike for creative hairstyles….

imagine his daughter coming home one day looking like that. he’d be absolutely horrified.

meanwhile livia, being the ultimate big hair lover, would support all her hair decisions !!!

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas mentors #livia cardew #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #thg

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mswyrr · 2 years ago

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Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes makes the main series of The Hunger Games hit better because it's bookended by these two young people at the birth and death of the Games. Coriolanus choosing to become part of this thing, keep it alive when it was waning in power, and make it the effective tool of media/social control it became and Katniss choosing to use her one arrow, her one shot, to end the Games and Coin rather than take personal revenge on Snow.

Both young people are, in their own ways, ordinary. Collins never leaned into the super special YA lead trope. But Katniss is a young person whose inner compass points north and her inner "no" is so strong and that (at the right moment) enables the death of the Games and the whole social order they embodied and reflected. And Coriolanus is someone who (at another key moment) chooses to harden his heart and take the easy path and walking that comfortable path over decades is the mundane seed of evil.

I think it's important that both young people are living in wartime and influence the direction of things in a postwar moment, when where things will go is up in the air. I'm sure tons of other folks had similar choices to make--perhaps people who were even more exceptional in certain ways--but they weren't standing at just the right tipping point and Katniss and Coriolanus were.

As Katniss puts it when Coin invites her and the other surviving Victors to vote for a new Games using the Capitol's children:

Was it like this then? Seventy-five years or so ago? Did a group of people sit around and cast their votes on initiating the Hunger Games? Was there dissent? Did someone make a case for mercy that was beaten down by the calls for the deaths of the districts’ children? The scent of Snow’s rose curls up into my nose, down into my throat, squeezing it tight with despair. All those people I loved, dead, and we are discussing the next Hunger Games in an attempt to avoid wasting life. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change now. (315)

And that's why Katniss kills Coin rather than Snow at the end. His 75 year old world is gone. A new world is coming to birth (like it was when he was Katniss' age) and she knows that it must not be the world Coin wants. She doesn't know a lot, but she knows that and acts on it.

The timeline of the books isn't of Panem's government in general, but of the Games itself, and it is bookended by these two young people and their choices, to bring it alive or to shoot it dead. Which is why Collins told the story that she told in Ballad - it's not about Haymitch's games or whatever else people want, because that's not the origin story of this thing that Katniss ends, it's not the other bookend of the story, it doesn't reinforce or enhance Katniss' story the same way. Coriolanus' story does.

All of this is why a "born evil" interpretation of him or saying he and Lucy Gray didn't actually love each other compromises the themes of the series IMO. Coriolanus and Katniss have to have real choices made as people who could have chosen another path, and that means he has to have an actual conscience he chose to sear and numb and Katniss has to be someone capable of walking a crueler path, which is why the commonalities she has with Gale and that side of her needs to be clear as well.

They're both kids who are ordinary in some ways and exceptional in others, but not superpowered, they're human. And they both have ordinary human capacities for good and evil. And they both fall in star-crossed love. But then they choose very different things. And so it goes. Coriolanus helps bring a monster to life; Katniss slays it.

Ballad makes the main series ending even better:

I love the two of them looking across time, across these different deciding moments, at each other, and Katniss making her choice.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #katniss everdeen #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #my meta #thg meta

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