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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Series_-_All_Media_Types
  Additional Tags:
      Completely_AU, AU, Alternate_Universe
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      Published: 2013-11-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1289
****** It's All Down to Him ******
by Amethystia
Summary
     A president's son who throws his support behind the tribute (or
     tributes) he likes best and uses his money to make them winners. A
     circle of Victors more interconnected than any before. He thinks he
     is the glue that holds them together. He's the reason, sure, but now
     they hold themselves together.
     A daring volunteer and some reluctant mentors. That's what this years
     Games have in store.
     Welcome to a whole new Panem and a whole new set of Victors, Tributes
     and Capitol Citizens.
Notes
     Hello and welcome to my new story. I must thank my dear friend Amsay
     for helping me come up with the idea and working out the logistics of
     it. Writing a Hunger Games fic with all new characters takes a lot of
     careful planning. The characters belong to me, Amsay, and our friends
     Clare, Lindsey, Robbie, Kasi, Lilly and Heather. They mostly
     originate from a roleplaying site we once had, but tweaked to fit the
     Hunger Games Universe. This is completely AU, meaning no characters
     from the books or movies will show up here, with the exception of
     Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith, who will remain the main
     Hunger Games announcers. Because they are awesome and I love them.
     This will be rated M for sex, dubious consent, violence, coarse
     language, underage sex, mentions of underage drinking and mental
     illness. Now, read, review and enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
William Mitchell was alone in his lavish home. He hated being alone now, but he
always ended up that way around the Reapings because the only people who could
tolerate his company were his circle of victors: his friends, drinking buddies
and fuck buddies. But right now they were in their respective districts, for
the selection of the new tributes.
Will wondered who he’d support this year. It was no secret that the president’s
son always picked the winner. He picked the most attractive person to him and
used his money to make them the winner. He’d done so every year since he’d been
fourteen. While Will was not the smartest person you could find, he was quite
cunning and almost always got his way. His father had given up trying to stop
him by this point.
Now Will settled in front of his TV as it flared to life. The screen showed the
crowd gathered in District One. Will quickly recognized his blonde occasional
fuck-buddy and close friend, Jacqueline Etoile, known to her friends as Jackie,
sitting among that district’s Victors. He also recognized, with disdain, the
man who’d won the games when Will had been thirteen, right before he’d started
to pick the winners, Chris something or other. Will waited not so patiently for
the tributes to be selected. He twiddled his thumbs as the Captiol announcer
for District One stepped onto the stage and drew the first name.
“Beverly Anderson!” An attractive blonde girl approached the stage. Will took
note of her looks and name, branding her a maybe in his mind.
“Jean Pierre Allistar!” An older boy, maybe 18 or so climbed on the stage. Will
shrugged, he probably wouldn’t save this guy.
Overall, he was unimpressed by District One’s tributes. He waited for the next
district.
The scene then changed and he was looking at District Two. Among the Victors
were sisters Vivian and Adelia Donohue. Vivian was Will’s favorite drinking
buddy and Addy was her attractive but married younger sister. He waited with
baited breath for the names to be drawn.
“Tabitha Jones!” A somewhat attractive brunette. Will shook his head. He
wouldn’t choose her.
“Brandon James!” A non-descript young man that Will did not like.
The scene changed once again. Now District Three appeared on his screen. Ah,
his underdog nerds. He grinned when he saw his guy-pal Hal Winston, who was
married to Addy. Will had even conned his dad into preforming the service. They
were expecting their first child. Next to Hal was his best friend, Bryce
O’Neill. Hal had convinced Will to back Bryce by letting him sleep with Addy.
Oh, that had been a great night. Next to Bryce was their lesbian bestie and
honorary little sister Mona Reed. Will had even managed to get Mona drunk
enough to sleep with him once. He had a soft spot for red-heads, especially
ones as amazing as Mona. He remembered that Bryce had had to mentor Mona since
there had not been any female Victors from their district at that point. Now
the new names were being drawn.
“Zeliah!” A plain looking girl stepped up. Will frowned and shook his head. No,
this one was not for him.
“Cal Livingston!” A boy suspiciously like Hal stepped forward. Will frowned. He
glanced at his guy-pal. Hal looked angry and annoyed. Oh no, this was not one
to save.
Will couldn’t wait to see his guy-pals and lesbian hottie though.
District Four appeared on his screen. He recognized Lily Forester, and older
woman who had won her games when he’s been only nine, and Benjamin Shores,
who’d won his games when Will had been twelve. He didn’t know much about these
two, beyond their obvious attractiveness, which seemed to win games even before
Will had started to tip the scale. He was also pretty sure he’d slept with both
of them at least once, though they didn’t spend as much time in the Capitol as
his other friends did.
“Charlotte Cassidy!” A poor shaking thirteen year old that Will felt a twinge
of pity for, though not enough to consider saving her.
“Paul Drysden!” A somewhat attractive older teen came into view. Will shrugged
and decided he was a maybe.
He barely noticed when the screen changed to District Five. He recognized none
of the Victors here.
“Phoebe Trescot!” A pretty, dark haired girl. Will shrugged.
“Preston Trescot!” Similar enough in age to be the girl’s twin, Will raised his
eyebrows. It was rare that siblings were called to the same games, without
volunteers at least. But he wasn’t particularly taken by either.
Before he could consider this further, District Six appeared on his screen. He
recognized a pretty, foreign-looking woman, who’d won her games when he’d been
eleven. She was called Svetlana Popov, he thought. He’d probably slept with her
at least once. Now tributes were being drawn.
“Prudence Kerrigan!” A blonde girl he was particularly taken to. He figured
Svetlana wouldn’t like her either.
“Jonathan Birch!” Fairly good looking, but only earned a shrug from Will.
Now the screen displayed District Seven. He grinned as he recognized Elle
Torrance, Bryce’s feisty wife. She’d hardly needed his help to win her games.
She was a menace. Awesome and totally badass, she had Bryce completely whipped.
“Arianna Artessa!” A young, scared looking girl. A definite no.
“Andrew Moore!” Decently handsome, but only earning a shrug from Will.
He didn’t even notice as the tributes were chosen for District Eight. Neither
looked his type.
District Nine was the same.
But as District Ten, things got interesting.
Dwayne, the surly, drunk Victor was drooping in his seat, not stirring at the
first name.
“Julia Estonia!” Reddish brown hair and a dreamy smile. Will grinned. This
might be the one for him. He was pretty sure he could get her to do anything he
wanted. He was so busy watching the girl he didn’t hear the next name. What he
did hear was a loud shout.
“I VOLUNTEER!” came the cry from the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. The
girl, Julia, was grinning at him and by the look on his face it was clear he
was doing this for her.
“And your name is?” The announcer asked. The boy climbed on the stage.
“Raymond Estonia.” At this, a murmur went through the crowd.
“Your sister?” The announcer asked, indicating Julia.
“My twin.” Raymond stated. The crowd “awed” at this. Will knew what he wanted.
These twins were gonna be his, no matter what he had to do.
District Eleven provided two more tributes that Will didn’t quite notice.
But things got interesting again when the female tribute from District Twelve
turned out to be the baby mama of their only Victor. Since neither of them had
any family, they were granted permission to bring their young daughter, who
would be in the care of Travis Bane, the Victor, while Amy Dale, the tribute,
was in the arena. It was likely this girl would never know her mother, since
Will had already chosen the twins of District Ten as his winners. Will would
have to apologize to Travis for this.
He knew some of the Victors had children. Vivian had been pregnant with her son
Michael in her own games, and was forced to kill her baby daddy, Adam, the male
tribute from her District. It was part of the reason she drank so much. Hal and
Addy, and Bryce and Elle, were each expecting their first child.
Most of his chosen circle of Victors lived with him in the Capitol. He had
insisted on it. They only really left for the Victory Tours and the Reapings.
He gave them everything they could want.
End Notes
     The next chapter will rehash the reapings a bit, but from some of the
     districts point of views, mostly victors, but the tributes of
     district ten will get some focus as well, and the female tribute from
     twelve. After that I’ll move on to the prep and training stuff,
     before we get to the actual games. Please let me know what you think!
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