WIP Tag
@euphemiafleurtrinket : Thriiiiller Thriller Night
The idea was to do a kind of hunger games outside of the arena. Someone’s targetting escorts and they’re dropping like flies so the Gamemakers struggle to replace them and keep the whole thing secret and victors (at least those who cares) struggle to keep their escorts alive. I’m 7 chapters in and it has some of my favorite interractions with Viola but it’s been a long time since I worked on it.
“I wish that psycho would hurry and attack me.” Viola challenged, jutting her chin in the air with open defiance. “I am dying to stick my stiletto in some painful places.” She couldn’t help but grin at the image. “You are vulgar.” “You are just as vulgar as I am, you just hide it better.” Eleven’s escort pointed out. “I dispute that statement.” she countered.
@thgfandomsz : Detective Au
I do hope I finish this one. It has an old bitter detective Haymitch and a peppy dying to make a name for herself journalist Effie. I only got 5 chapters in but I was really hyped about it for a while. It felt a bit different than other modern au.
He did a double take and looked her up and down once more. Still pink, still ridiculously gorgeous, still faking a smile. Her phone, he realized, wasn’t just there as an accessory. She was recording. “The Herald’s so understaffed they hired Barbie journalist?” he snorted. He would have to remember to rub that in Heavensbee’s face the next time he would see him. “There is absolutely no need for rudeness or sexism.” the woman greeted her teeth.
@muddypuppy452 Married Thing
Ooooh this one I wish I had finished. It’s an arranged marriage of sort set during the 70th. Haymitch goes one step too far in front of cameras and Snow decides maybe killing off everyone he loved was counterproductive and since he is involved with Effie, the solution is obvious. Plus it will be a nice love story to distract people from Annie Cresta. It had potential but I didn’t get very far.
If the silent treatment was meant to unsettle him, it was working.
He had expected to be murdered – or suicided – In a quiet corner. He had bet on them making it look like alcohol poisoning. He didn’t quite fancy a chat before that. “If you made me come here to stare at you, you should know you’re not my type.” he spat. “I am well aware.” Snow chuckled pleasantly, still not looking up. “You seem to prefer blondes nowadays.”
