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"Their Last Night of Love: A Special Verity Presentation..." by Yahtzee (M)
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5125 words
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yahtzee63
Author Website: AO3 | Website
Why this must be read: Yahtzee is one of those authors where, if you've been in fandom for long enough, you must have read her work sooner or later, especially if you're into "Buffy." But I digress. "Their Last Night of Love: A Special Verity Presentation, Exclusively For Preferred Customers" is an AU tweak to Catching Fire that shows off the Capitol creepiness in all of its glory, as well as the small ways our Victors fight back.
I never realized they'd sell our bodies too. But why not? If they're willing to kill us for the audience's fun, why not make us fuck? It's my own fault if I didn't see this coming.
In a low voice, Peeta says, "Were you even going to tell us?"
"Just before the wedding." Featherstone sounds totally matter-of-fact. He might as well be discussing the latest Capitol fashions. "We almost always inform the participants, to ensure that things run smoothly. And in your case, President Snow himself had suggested that your knowledge might be necessary to – help things along."
Meaning that, because President Snow knows about my connection to Gale, he thinks I would never touch Peeta of my own free will. Despite the rushing of blood in my ears and the sick twisting rage in my gut, I notice the way Peeta's staring at the floor, because he thinks so too. I hate them more for his sake than I do for my own.
"Well," I say, lifting my chin, "too bad they canceled our wedding, then. You'll have to refund all that money."
Featherstone actually glances up at me, but only for a second. He stabs at yet another of the control pads in front of him as he says, "Refund four hundred thousand subscriptions? You'd never make it in the entertainment industry, my dear. No, we had to come up with alternate programming."
"Wait." Peeta looks almost sick. "You mean –"
"Their Last Night of Love." Featherstone's smile is made greenish by the glow of the many screens around him. "Catchy, don't you think? Our ratings board ran the positives on that title, and the results were off the charts. More than an adequate substitute, and we might even improve on our overall sales estimates, even with such a short sell-time. Apparently some people are throwing viewing parties. It's an event."
Their Last Night of Love: A Special Verity Presentation, Exclusively For Preferred Customers
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5125 words
Author on LJ:
yahtzee63Author Website: AO3 | Website
Why this must be read: Yahtzee is one of those authors where, if you've been in fandom for long enough, you must have read her work sooner or later, especially if you're into "Buffy." But I digress. "Their Last Night of Love: A Special Verity Presentation, Exclusively For Preferred Customers" is an AU tweak to Catching Fire that shows off the Capitol creepiness in all of its glory, as well as the small ways our Victors fight back.
I never realized they'd sell our bodies too. But why not? If they're willing to kill us for the audience's fun, why not make us fuck? It's my own fault if I didn't see this coming.
In a low voice, Peeta says, "Were you even going to tell us?"
"Just before the wedding." Featherstone sounds totally matter-of-fact. He might as well be discussing the latest Capitol fashions. "We almost always inform the participants, to ensure that things run smoothly. And in your case, President Snow himself had suggested that your knowledge might be necessary to – help things along."
Meaning that, because President Snow knows about my connection to Gale, he thinks I would never touch Peeta of my own free will. Despite the rushing of blood in my ears and the sick twisting rage in my gut, I notice the way Peeta's staring at the floor, because he thinks so too. I hate them more for his sake than I do for my own.
"Well," I say, lifting my chin, "too bad they canceled our wedding, then. You'll have to refund all that money."
Featherstone actually glances up at me, but only for a second. He stabs at yet another of the control pads in front of him as he says, "Refund four hundred thousand subscriptions? You'd never make it in the entertainment industry, my dear. No, we had to come up with alternate programming."
"Wait." Peeta looks almost sick. "You mean –"
"Their Last Night of Love." Featherstone's smile is made greenish by the glow of the many screens around him. "Catchy, don't you think? Our ratings board ran the positives on that title, and the results were off the charts. More than an adequate substitute, and we might even improve on our overall sales estimates, even with such a short sell-time. Apparently some people are throwing viewing parties. It's an event."
Their Last Night of Love: A Special Verity Presentation, Exclusively For Preferred Customers