THG fic: "Spin Control" [19/24]

[trovia]

Title: Spin Control
Pairings: Finnick/Haymitch, Kat/Peeta
Characters: Finnick, Haymitch, Chaff, Peeta, Gale, Kat; plus appearances by Mags, Johanna, Caesar Flickerman, President Snow, Effie, Claudius Templesmith, Beetee, Prim, Thresh, Rue, District Twelve ensemble and various OC
Rating: adult
Warnings: forced prostitution & non-con; people dealing

Comments

[trovia]

The last thing I wanted to mention is that it has not escaped my notice that Haymitch still won't talk about what he really wants. :)

Hah. He doesn't! :D He has a pretty good idea of what he wants at this point but he won't share. I think the reasons for that will become apparent once we learn what it is. However, we still have some chapters to go and it would be very boring if everything was already resolved. ;)

and Haymitch insists that he isn't a submissive *pets him*

*snickers* My beta commented on that paragraph by saying "Welcome to life as a dom, Finnick."

There are so many different ways of having sex. We tend to categorize them into vanilla and kink, and normal vs boring vs not normal vs exciting, but fact is, especially if you have a complicated history, you have to go beyond those labels and just figure out what does it for you. Other people feel attracted to things to do in bed because they feel different and forbidden. Finnick and Haymitch need to find something that just works, and learn to disregard their prejudice. I very much doubt that they would ever look at themselves as this kinky D/s couple but it hardly matters. Haymitch can tell himself he's not a submissive and it's different, dammit, for all eternity as long as the actual sex does the trick for him.

I do notice your literary devices, even if I mainly comment on the psychology of it all.

Aw, thanks. :)

You also realize that now you need to write the fic where Finnick and Joanna start a punk rock band post-rebellion.

LOL. I want Brutus playing base then. Finnick could sing. Johanna gets the lead guitar. Lyme at the drums. There would be no keyboard, of course. It would be good, old, dirty punk rock and a lot of screaming. :p

(I assume it will eventually happen, just in a different way)

WILL IT THOUGH. :D