thecircus | Capitol Badfic Meme

~THE CAPITOL BADFIC MEME~

~THE RULES~

-You are now in the in-game Hunger Games fandom, and you are just overwhelmed with feels. You need to take this to the Internet. You have to fictionalize everything that the Games have not delivered - every doomed romance, every thrilling adventure, every behind-the-scenes drama!!

-Trope up your faves! Write bizarre crack pairings and fandom's grossest misinterpretations; write Mary Sues and self-inserts; put in shitty author's notes and song lyrics; be the deepest, darkest part of the Hunger Games fandom. If you don't know a character? Whatever! Pretend you just read the first paragraph of the wiki and write a fic off that!

-You can do this one of two ways: Either post a prompt (i.e. "Roland/Jason, secret romance; Firo Prochainezo, crying in the rain") or, if you're feeling inspired, just post a badfic straight up!

-Go anon if you'd like; write as some feels-ridden Capitolite or even as your own character; it's up to you!

-This is how it went down last time, if you need inspiration!

~*~*~*HAVE FUN YO*~*~*

*comic sans is so encouraged.
*text stolen from amry.

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Someone asked me about my headcanon for Luna and I ended up writing this at 2 AM last night. (Exam? What exam?) This is probably going to end up AU if we ever find out more about her and Diana, but I just need to get this out of my head since who knows when we'll hear about them again LOL. Maybe by next summer if we're lucky.........

Also let's ignore that Luna and Tabris are currently MIA. Shhh, only happy things. In the end, anyway...I promise. :)

Look under the readmore!

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A burst of fire, and it was over again. A month after her first Arena Luna woke up yet again with a scream and clutched at her necklace, still breathing hard as her heart hammered in her chest.

There was a knock at the door. She turned on the light and opened the door to see none other than Sigma Klim there, holding a bouquet of yellow roses and looking sad. "Sir?"

"Luna. It's been a long time. May I come in?" Sigma offered her the roses.

Luna took them and nodded, although she didn't smile. They both knew the answer to his question. "Come in." Sigma stepped inside and Luna began to cry. "I'm sorry," she said. "It has been a long time."

Sigma came closer but Luna stepped back, only sobbing louder. "Why?" she asked. "Why did you bring me back? Where is Diana? What happened to her? Why are you with Tabris now?"

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"Luna. There you are."

"Sigma? Why are you alive? Wait, what just happened?"

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"These are today's reports for the game's progress."

"Thank you, Luna. Quite a lot has happened today - go and take a rest."

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"Sir, I believe the game has ended now. Only one participant remains."

"Not yet, Luna. There's...there is one last round to go."

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"Luna! It's me! Diana! What happened to you? Oh, never mind. It's over! Remember what we said? We're getting out of this together. Even if we have to take down Zero himself."

"There is no fighting Zero. The game must continue. This is your final test."

"Luna, what--"

A scream.

"Luna! Lulu, just put down the knife and stop fighting. We can go home together now."

"This is your final test."

A scuffle.

Crack.

"Congratulations...Ana..."

"No..."

"Congratulations, Diana. You've won."

"You! You're supposed to be dead!"

"I was fine staying dead both the first time and the second, you know." Luna had found a small vase somewhere and was putting the flowers inside. "If you were going to bring me back again, you could have done it while Diana was alive. I met Phi, you know. She has her mother's eyes."

"I know." Sigma looked every one of his sixty-plus years as he met Luna's eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if I should have rebuilt you. You would have enjoyed seeing your niece grow up...but it would only hurt Diana, and I couldn't bear to do that any more than I had to."

"Then why now?"

Sigma looked away. "Diana...she was here a year ago, it's true. But that was the first time I'd seen her in twenty years."

"What? Why?"

"Just after Phi was born..." A tear ran out of Sigma's one good eye. "Diana lost control of her powers. She was lost in time, and Phi with her. I never even knew our child's name until...it all clicked when Phi came here recently."

"And Tabris?" Luna asked sharpy.

"I love her...just as much as I loved Diana. Phi won't forgive me, and I doubt you will either. But, Luna - Phi deserves to know her mother. I know you must hate me, but you grew up with Diana. You knew her even better than I did. Can you do an old man a favor and get to know your niece?"

"Oh, Sigma..." Now Luna was crying. "Of course I will."

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At the edge of the Capitol, a young woman with red-orange hair approached the border of the city. "Where...am I?"

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When I said headcanon I interpreted that to include predictions for the future. ;) I'll post the next part in a little bit but that's enough for now.

a/n: mebbe i’m like the only one who noticed this, but i bet Roland and Snow TOTALLY have a thing for each other. They’re the only guys in that age group, except for like Sigma (possible sequel threesum?1?!), so obvi they want to bang. Lol. Here’s my fic, no flames plz!

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“So..." Snow stepped forward from behind his ornate desk, "I see you've taken up my offer."

"I have. I appreciate the invitation." Roland dipped his head with all the amabassadoriness and delicacy of a man who'd been raised to be a prince, not just some weirdo who roamed the country and fathered creepy spider kids.

Snow's face retained its usual impassivity only for a moment--then his cheeks plumped up like apples in a beaming smile. "I knew you would. You know, Roland, I... I've always had a certain fondness for you. You play the Games, you don't mouth off, and your legs..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow suggestively as he surveyed the mile-long noodles that currently held the Tribute up.

Roland paused. Sighed inside. "I see*."

Snow continued to grin, his teeth as straight and white as a phalanx of Peacekeepers, those glorious, brave men and women who guard us and protect us PANEM TODAY!!!1! PANEM TOMORROW! PANEM 4EVER!

Snow then reached under his desk and thrust one of his treasured roses at Roland--the blossom flew through the air like a dove, a dove honing in on his one true lover, hastening to his bosom. Roland looked down as the flower hit him in the chest and bounced off.

In the meantime, Snow had moved closer, so close that Roland couldn't breathe without ruffling the man's glorious white beard. Roland opted not to breathe.

Roland eyed* Snow. The man was a little squat, but everybody looks a bit squat to you when you’re about 7 feet tall. The beard flowed around his distinguished visage like a waterfall, something Roland found inoffensive, though still completely not tantalizing.

Roland eyed* the clock. It was just noon in yet another day spent wasting away in the Capitol. Maybe his current company wasn’t attractive, but time was a leggy, voluptuous thing ripe to be… you-know-whatted with. He smirked, thinking to himself that this was as good a way to kill time as anything except stroking his guns and crying to himself.

As if he could read the man's inner monologue, Snow spoke up again, as cool and confident as ever, “I’ve prepared a little something for you.” A slow smile trickled across Snow’s face as he strode towards a door on the far side of the room. An Avox opened it, and Snow looked back to Roland as he waited for him to step through. “Come see.”

Roland followed, hoping that Snow was as good a lover as he was a ruler. (Of course he is, Snow can do anything). He entered the room--

And then before him: a flood of red roses, just like those before the Dark Tower. And above! Great pink globes hanging from the ceiling, lanterns bequeathing their soft light to the scene below, glowing just as the sphere had when Roland held it and watched his love perish.

“No, NO!” Roland cried. He drew those guns with the sandalwood grips, those gunslinger’s guns bequeathed to him by his late father, Steve or something. And Roland fired—fired, not with his eyes*, but with his heart. Fired, with the force from each step on his long, long journey.

Fired, with Susan Delgado’s last words ringing out in his mind.

But obvs. Tributes can’t have weapons in the Capitol, so he just looked kind of weird holding his hands in fingerguns and making “bam!” “pow!” noises with his mouth.

*a/n: with his blue bombadier’s eyes, in case anybody forgot

my headcanon this is it

Well, *I* liked it.

~Richard Bachman.

Capitol Badfic Meme

when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie [sigma/diana/tabris + phi, luna]

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President Snow/Roland Deschain

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