Okay, so this is the result of a writing exercise I torture myself with every now and then. I pick a playlist, put it on shuffle, and write a drabble/ficlet per song, as long as the song plays, until I have written more than a thousand words.

For this edition, the end product of my "Hunger Games: The Victors" playlist.

WARNING! Does contain references to what happened to the Victors after their games, as well as spoilers for Mockingjay.

I do not own The Hunger Games, or any characters you recognize.

Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

"Finn?" Annie looked around the kitchen. "Are you in here?"

"Over here."

He was in the caddy-corner between the kitchen and dining room, sitting on the window bench, his knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the ocean and the coast of Four. He looked up as she came over and gave her a weak smile.

The phonograph in the other room switched songs.

"Let's dance Finn." Annie said impulsively, reaching out her hands to him. "Please dance with me?"

He gave her a long look before rising and taking her hands. They stood in the kitchen, swaying to the music, holding each other close for a long time before he finally broke down and the tears came.

Eye of the Tiger – Survivor

Chaff scowled at the boy from One that faced him across the stretch of sunbaked rocks. That boy and his spear-thing were all that stood between him and home. Between him and his family.

Seeder stifled a gasp as she heard the footsteps outside her hollow get louder. It seemed a long time before they went away. She chewed another handful of bark. She could do this. She was Eleven, she knew how to starve, how to play the Hunger Games. They couldn't beat her at this.

Mags slipped into the river, her reed clenched tightly in her teeth, a free finger plugging the end. Her underwater cave had been a safe haven as she patched up her wounds, but she was one of the final two now. She couldn't hide any longer. Not if she wanted to go home.

Me Against the World – Simple Plan

Haymitch hunched his shoulders as he hurried down the street towards the Victors' Village. Well, Victor's Village. Quillar Root had been dead for more than thirty years. He heard the jeers from a bunch of Seam kids and couldn't keep the flinch away. He wasn't Twelve anymore, not to them. He was Capitol-made.

He gritted his teeth as he slammed the door and yanked off his boots. Well, let them think that! Let the Capitol think that! But he was Haymitch Abernathy, eighteen years old, Victor of the 50th Hunger Games and he was Twelve. He'd show them. Someday, he'd show them. He'd show them that they couldn't own all of him.

Answer – Sarah McLachlan

Annie drew a deep breath as the train pulled into the station at Four. The train system had been one of the first things rebuilt after the war was over. Beside her, Johanna shot her a glance.

"You okay, Crazy?"

Annie didn't respond. No, I'm not okay. She touched her just-beginning-to-show bump gently. She'd wanted to be angry at first, maybe, if there hadn't been a baby, she would have been able to be there and save Finnick.

But there was a baby. And he or she was all she had left of her husband.

She didn't know how to live in this new Games, no selling. No Mags, no Finn.

But she had their baby.

"Annie?"

She looked up.

"I'm Lara. Finnick's brother's wife."

And she had Four and Johanna. It would have to be enough.

Eyes Open – Taylor Swift

Not a child anymore.

Cash's words rang in his ears long after she had left the room.

You're not a child anymore!

Why was she so angry? He'd won the Games. He'd survived. She should be happy. They'd made history, the first siblings to win. And two years in a row too!

Why did she seem…scared?

Two nights later, after a horrible, horrible evening and several hours spent in the bathroom throwing up, with Cash bringing him water to rinse his mouth after every time, he knew. And Gloss swore that he would never trust anyone except Cash again.

Turning – Les Misérables Cast (From the Movie Soundtrack, Extended Edition)

Mags watched this year's victor be pulled from the arena with a sigh and a quick brush of the tears from her eyes. Poor child had no idea what she was in for.

Unwell – Matchbox Twenty

She wasn't crazy.

Honestly, she wasn't.

Sometimes it just became too much, the memories fighting with the Here and the Now for attention.

So she had to go inside to get away from it all.

But it wasn't even that often anymore. She stayed home, they didn't make her go to the Capitol, not after she'd had her screaming fit and stabbed that man with her fork. They liked their Victors to be perfect, they couldn't show their cracks in the Capitol. They had to be whole.

She couldn't fake it. So she stayed home and fished and wove and cooked most of the meals because all Mags and Finn knew how to cook was standard fishermen's fare.

She stayed with Mags and Finn most of the time because her mamma expected her to be the Annie from Before.

Mags and Finn knew better. They knew she wasn't crazy, but they also knew she wasn't the same.

I See Fire – Ed Sheeran – Hobbit Soundtrack, Special Edition

"So." Haymitch said as he finished outlining the plan and leaned back against the wall he was standing in front of. "Y'all in?"

Chaff was the first to respond. "That's a crazy plan Mitch."

Haymitch shrugged. "Crazy's all we got right now."

Johanna had objections. "So I'm just supposed to throw my own life away for some chit I don't even know?"

"She's one of us Johanna." Cecilia objected right back, but quieter. "She's new, and we don't know her. She ain't even had the full 'Victor Experience', but she's one of us."

"Panem is burning Johanna," Betee chipped in. "Whether you care or not. Either we all burn separately, or we burn together."

"And maybe," Mags says, Finnick translating. "With this plan, more than one can survive."

"Sure," Johanna says after a long pause. "Whatever. Let's burn."

This Is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars

There were so many people.

Beetee and Coin.

Gale, Peeta, and the ghost of Finnick standing beside Annie as she tried to be brave.

Finnick wasn't the only ghost.

Prim, Wiress, Darius and Lavinia the Avox. Mags, Chaff, Seeder, Rue, Marvel, Cato, Clove and Glimmer, Boggs, the Leeg sisters, Messalla, her father.

So many gone.

A warm hand took hers and Katniss forced herself to look over. Peeta was there, Johanna too, gently (for her) bullying Annie into sitting down and having something to eat, Haymitch watching both girls carefully, making sure they're alright. Betee poking at something electronic and Enobaria, sitting off to the side watching them warily, but there. Outside she can hear children shrieking with laughter, free from the shadow of the Games.

They won the war. At an unbelievable, unpayable price, but they won.

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