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District Eight, by irony_rocks (pg-13)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO/HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Length: 2k
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irony_rocks
Author Website: Fiction index on LJ
Why this must be read: Hunger Games/Doctor Who fusion. Amelia Pond and Rory Williams are chosen as District 8’s Tributes for the 100th Hunger Games. The Girl on Fire and The Boy with the Bread, revisioned. I have been on an Hunger Games kick the last few weeks in preparation for the movie, so it was completely by accident that I stumbled upon this crossover that could work for my DW recs this month on this comm. But, oh yes, this is glorious. Not only does the author have a wonderful deft hand at capturing the HG world, but the voices of DW characters ring true within it. Amy and Rory are tributes, and it also showcases the Doctor and River as former Victors that have to mentor them (with the lovely heartbreaking implications of PTSD for a guilt-ridden Doctor), and there's wonderful appearances of Donna and Jack, and a shout out to Martha and Rose (*sob*). All deftly written within 2k.
District Eight
(Mods, I need a Hunger Games tag? Thank you!)
“May the Odds be ever in your favor.”
The first time Amelia Pond hears those words, she’s standing on the cobblestone sidewalk as the omen blares out over a megaphone. The Reaping of District 8 is held in the courtyard of the local church, and her aunt holds onto Amelia’s hands so tightly that it almost hurts. She is nearly seven years old – with fiery hair, sharp eyes, and her mother’s temper. Her tattered clothes have been upgraded for this special day, as if no one could look twice at her and see how close to destitute her family really is. She’s supposed to be too young to understand yet, too young to truly comprehend the horror of what’s transpiring – but she’s always been a clever one.
“Rose Tyler,” they call out, that year.
The crowd goes quiet, then slowly parts ways so some girl can make a long silent journey to the stage; Amelia can’t see much, so she stands on her tippy-toes and tries to look out. She only gets a glimpse of shiny blonde hair, a pretty girl no older than sixteen.
She isn’t allowed to watch the Games yet, so Amelia never sees that girl again.
Pairing: Amy/Rory
Length: 2k
Author on LJ:
irony_rocksAuthor Website: Fiction index on LJ
Why this must be read: Hunger Games/Doctor Who fusion. Amelia Pond and Rory Williams are chosen as District 8’s Tributes for the 100th Hunger Games. The Girl on Fire and The Boy with the Bread, revisioned. I have been on an Hunger Games kick the last few weeks in preparation for the movie, so it was completely by accident that I stumbled upon this crossover that could work for my DW recs this month on this comm. But, oh yes, this is glorious. Not only does the author have a wonderful deft hand at capturing the HG world, but the voices of DW characters ring true within it. Amy and Rory are tributes, and it also showcases the Doctor and River as former Victors that have to mentor them (with the lovely heartbreaking implications of PTSD for a guilt-ridden Doctor), and there's wonderful appearances of Donna and Jack, and a shout out to Martha and Rose (*sob*). All deftly written within 2k.
District Eight
(Mods, I need a Hunger Games tag? Thank you!)
“May the Odds be ever in your favor.”
The first time Amelia Pond hears those words, she’s standing on the cobblestone sidewalk as the omen blares out over a megaphone. The Reaping of District 8 is held in the courtyard of the local church, and her aunt holds onto Amelia’s hands so tightly that it almost hurts. She is nearly seven years old – with fiery hair, sharp eyes, and her mother’s temper. Her tattered clothes have been upgraded for this special day, as if no one could look twice at her and see how close to destitute her family really is. She’s supposed to be too young to understand yet, too young to truly comprehend the horror of what’s transpiring – but she’s always been a clever one.
“Rose Tyler,” they call out, that year.
The crowd goes quiet, then slowly parts ways so some girl can make a long silent journey to the stage; Amelia can’t see much, so she stands on her tippy-toes and tries to look out. She only gets a glimpse of shiny blonde hair, a pretty girl no older than sixteen.
She isn’t allowed to watch the Games yet, so Amelia never sees that girl again.