THG fic: "Spin Control" [22/24]

May 06, 2014 14:04

Title: Spin Control
Pairings: Finnick/Haymitch, Kat/Peeta
Characters: Finnick, Haymitch, Chaff, Peeta, Gale, Kat; plus appearances by Mags, Johanna, Caesar Flickerman, President Snow, Effie, Claudius Templesmith, Beetee, Prim, Thresh, Rue, District Twelve ensemble and various OC
Rating: adult
Warnings: forced prostitution & non-con; people dealing ( Read more... )

finnick/haymitch, haymitch, genre: action/mission, genre: dark/angst, peeta/kat, peeta, finnick, spin control, genre: romance, thg fic, chaff

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roguedemon June 29 2014, 01:38:54 UTC
So appointments were rescheduled by the minute; no day passed that Finnick didn’t receive three, four, five quick notes carried by Avoxes, juggling dates, shortening stylist time and adding it again after Cherry complained, replacing addresses of dance clubs and restaurants with those of hotel rooms and private retreats, replacing clients greedy for the prestige with the ones who just wanted a fuck. It was as good a confirmation that they were doing well as any, Finnick supposed. Soon though, he was tired of sex, tired of hurting, all fucked out. He kept expecting that his body would turn on him, make him flinch at the wrong time, or that he just wouldn’t get it up out of the blue, though it never happened like that ( ... )

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roguedemon June 29 2014, 01:44:42 UTC
I also loved the reference to him eating sugar cubes whilst under overwhelming strain. I figure that for Finnick that's the equivalent of doing shots.:) I kind of wondered why he didn't just eat candy, since I'm sure the Capitol has the best snacks right there in the mentor lounge. Then I thought that he's probably trying very hard to stick to his healthy diet, and if he actually went and got candy he'd be actively planning to break his routine. Then the sugar bowl is right there and he just goes fuck it. :)

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roguedemon June 29 2014, 02:03:51 UTC
He should never have survived that confrontation with Cato, but he did. Fleeing down the stream, stumbling, fighting, that terrible wound on his thigh still gushing. At first, Finnick was sure it was the artery. But then, it couldn’t have been the artery. Five minutes in, he was still on his feet, coloring the water red and catching bacteria, instead of bleeding to death ( ... )

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anonymous August 14 2014, 07:36:36 UTC
i can't wait for the next chapter

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trovia August 15 2014, 21:36:00 UTC
:-) Shouldn't be long now. It's been off to beta for a while, but the beta is having some deadlines right now, so that's why it's dragging out. Sorry about that.

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