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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Cato/OMC, Your body's home by your soul's not
katniss/peeta, mockingjay, i never knew daylight could be so violent/a revelation in the light of day/you can't choose what stays and what fades away (or the whole song, whichever)
Can't believe this one isn't filled yet! Writing it now.

subtlynice

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subtlynice

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the_aprilpie

5 years ago

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No One Knows

Effie had never known starvation. She had never had to work until her hands bled. She didn't know the bitterness of cold.

Being born in a privileged city of decadence, childhood awash with the bright colors of her parents debauchery, had ensured food on the table, medicine for every ailment, an education for any position she had talent for. She lived her life free of trivial worries, safe in the knowledge that her government would provide, that her President would lead her to greener pastures.

One did not mention that food came from the slaves of District 11 or that the medicine could be put to better use elsewhere.

"Effie dear, bite your tongue," her mother would say.

And it was the epitome of bad manners to mention that you could not remember having ever elected President Snow.

"Effie dear, bite your tongue," her mother would remind her.

And if her mother taught her anything, her beautiful, brightly colored mother, it was that bad things happen to those with bad manners. Bad manners brings Peacekeepers, bad manners means a baton to the face, bad manners gets you taken away in the middle of the night, your apartment, your possessions, your life, belonging to another the very next day.

Effie knew oppression. Effie knew fear, had only ever been afraid for herself.

But then Haymitch, the stumbling, bumbling drunk of a man had fallen suddenly into her lap, figulartively in the sense that she could not help but care for this obviously traumitized Victor, and literally in the sense that upon their first meeting he had fallen and rested his head upon her knees. The word 'manners' meant nothing to him.

After the 70th Games (when the tributes out of 12 had both been thirteen, and had both been killed in the bloodbath) he had ranted and swore and smashed a full decanter of whiskey against the wall next to Effie's head, screaming that the Capitol murdered those children. Effie looked from side to side, eyes wide and terrified, as if Peacekeepers would leap out from under the couch or from inside the closet and beat them both to death with their baton's. She'd rushed towards him, thrown him off with her desperate hands clasping over his mouth, shushing him hurridly.

"Haymitch," she'd hissed, "bite your tongue," but he did not look swayed, he looked positively livid. Effie felt for the first time that the rest of the saying, the part her mother had always left unsaid, was necessary. "Bite your tongue, before they cut it out."


Haymitch, grey eyes narrowed, stared down at her.

Years later in District 13, it was his turn to remind her, "Bite your goddamned tongue, princess," he said. And though she'd been pretty high and in a lot of pain at the time she understood. She understood in the sense that District 13 was no better in his mind then the Capitol was. That she had to be careful, be wary.

Wow, i thought this would get around to filling the prompt but it sort of didn't. well half of it anyway i guess, the first sentance at least.




wicked_g

5 years ago

red_b_rackham

5 years ago

madge; survival

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red_b_rackham

5 years ago

insideways

5 years ago

katniss/peeta,

i hear your question
and how you ask it
what use is love if
it always passes?

kolms

March 24 2012, 06:37:20 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:37:35 UTC

Clove, i was not born to be tamed

mysticandsevere

March 26 2012, 22:56:22 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 22:56:51 UTC

When she killed her sister's cat, her mother screamed. Her father smirked and said, she's gonna be a victor.

She was sent to the training facility the next day.

-

She got her knives taken away when she drew it out too long.

The long distance throwing, with the dummies, that was what her coaches bragged about to the other academies. She was the pride of her school, her and her knives. Clove could make that throw! they shouted to the other girls when they missed. She could hit anything they put in front of her. But it was the close contact she had fun with.

She got a month without her knives the day she carved a C into her partner's cheek.

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During the Reaping, she shoved the girl tribute out of the way.

The boy, Cato, grinned at her as she stomped up to the stage. Her fingers twitched.

-

Her knife hit the boy from 9 in the back when he was fighting with fire girl.

10 slapped her on the face. She stabbed him in the chest.

-

She's asleep, but not really, and she feels Cato's hand on her hip and knows it's Cato because she sees the way he looks at her. It disgusts her.

She dreams of slitting his throat.

-

When she tackled fire girl to the ground, she thought, now the fun begins. No trainers yelling to make it quick, no peers looking horrified, no Clove, the jugular!

Then she was in the air and her head cracked against the Cornucopia.

Then a rock cracked her skull.

kolms

5 years ago

insideways

5 years ago

red_b_rackham

5 years ago

hyacinthian

March 24 2012, 06:37:29 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:37:39 UTC

katniss/peeta, i understand what you describe/ that there are things we don't decide/ they are decided for us/ still i would trust/ that we are safe when we're together
cato/clove, you like your girls insane
AMAZING

magic_knickers

5 years ago

katniss everdeen, i walk this world forever in a dream / or is this the land of the living?
finnick/annie, in our bedroom after the war (all the living are dead and the dead are all living)
THIS SONG. This entire album, tbh. I hope it gets filled!

tilty

5 years ago

finnick/annie, training for the 70th hunger games
haymitch/maysilee's twin, numb

kimbles

March 24 2012, 07:15:24 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 07:16:56 UTC

gale & johanna & finnick (or gale/johanna/finnick) young & tragic
i... hope this is close enough to what you were looking for? :/

i wish that we were magic. pg-13. spoilers for mockingjay. johanna, gale, finnick.

There's something to be said for habits it's hard to break.
katniss, babylon was built on fire
katniss/cinna, i'll leave my jacket to keep you warm
WANT

clouberding

5 years ago