this is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues
PROCRASTINATION TIEMZ.
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Let's have a commentfic promptfest! :D
RULES:
-> Post prompts. (POST ALL THE PROMPTS. YOU ARE NOT SPAMMING EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU ARE.)
-> Fill prompts. (See above parentheses.)
-> Lather, rinse, repeat.
ETA: For ease of access, it would be great if you could mark fills in the subject line :)
FILL LIST:
( here )
As it turns out, when the Capitol isn’t selling its victors for sex, it’s paying them to kill the ones who couldn’t be politely quieted with a few hours in bed with a national hero. Perhaps Finnick was under the delusion that he could be rid of the Capitol once he won, once he sent twenty-three people to their early deaths. There was something so…pure about him once, before the games, and even during the games. Sometimes, even after the games were over, Finnick would find himself momentarily caught up in moments outside of the evil of the Capitol, sometimes he found himself reverting back to that childlike innocence and happiness he had once known. Too often, however, those moments were few and far between; the lapses of darkness growing longer and deeper and darker each time.
The thing is, the Capitol already knows that Finnick can kill, that he can swallow down the horror of death. While it’s something nobody should know about themselves, that they do indeed have the ability when kill when necessary, Finnick knows this, and he has to own it, come to terms with the killer the Capitol has made him to be. They’ve refined his style, they’ve perfected his killing, a science he never wanted to learn-in the arena, it was sloppy and slow and surreal. In the city, it’s swift and silent and scientific.
He went into the arena years ago wondering if he could even dare to hurt anybody, but he had Annie to come home to. He had a reason to kill then, a reason to start. Now, he wonders if he’ll ever stop killing people, if he’ll ever stop letting the Capitol use his body and his love for their own ends. He has Annie to come home to. He has a reason to kill now, a reason not to stop.
Much as he tries to keep the dark parts of his soul hidden from Annie, he knows that she sees more than she lets on, knows that she has those similar dark spots that maybe aren’t quite as barren and black as his. The idea that Annie knows that he does it for her presses against his heart, and it’s impossible for him to shake it. There’s a desperate part of Finnick that wants to keep Annie away from him, away from harm, away from his darkness, but the murders would be too difficult to stomach if he couldn’t come home to her. After all, he kills for her, he sells his soul for her, and he cannot stop.
Finnick takes it all in careless stride, his flirtatious smile never wavering in the Capitol, but when he’s free of the glitz and glamour of the luxurious life that an assassin apparently lives, he slides into bed beside Annie, careful and quiet. He’s different with her, he’s real, and he feels. But he doesn’t feel guilt, though he knows that he should. All he can feel is relief-he has her for the moment, and he’s selfish as all hell, but he has no choice.
She’s an assassin herself; she hung his heart with her soft hands and caring smile, and maybe he’s just her favorite victim. But there’s a peace in Finnick that is entirely okay with such a fact. He’s entirely okay with being the Capitol’s toy so long as Annie isn’t.
I just really love this prompt and hope somebody writes long!fic for it.
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way to smash up my heart! ♥
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and i apologize about smashing up your heart. D; is this a good time to request friendship on here because i looked for a friends post at your journal and couldn't find one. maybe i'm blind, idek, but i saw that part in your info and boys who snark through their daddy issues, and i love talking about that too, so. friends? :D
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