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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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sweetbitter

March 25 2012, 04:28:04 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 25 2012, 08:03:15 UTC

haymitch/effie, don't judge a book by the size of its wrist
this!!!!!
Haymitch/Effie, The shoes are the first to go, then the dress, the wig, and finally, reluctantly the makeup. And for the first time, he sees her (post Mockingjay?)
do want.

oh my god. i love this prompt.

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alygator

4 years ago

onceuponapillow

4 years ago

finnick/annie, little annie cresta is the youngest victor in the history of the games (their positions are reversed)
hi! this is kind of old but i thought it might be appropriate :)

you are the one song left in my symphony


This is how it starts: a name pulled from a ball; murmurs: fourteen is too young to come out of this alive. You are looking forward to proving them wrong.

You stand on the stage and everything is cold and it is not like you don't want this, this is what you want, this is how you are going to make your name and change your world. But the hair on your arms is standing up and you can smell the sea, in every pore of you.

You wonder if the arena will be dry. You hope you will be able to swim at least a little bit; you are at your best when there is saltwater in your blood.

They ask you how you are feeling, why the others should be afraid of you.

You grin: "I don't hesitate.”

The announcer laughs, as though he is proud of you, as though you are his. "Ladies and gentlemen," he says. “Let’s have a hand for Annie Cresta."

--

This is how it ends: Finnick Odair runs his hand through his hair and smiles out, at the crowd. There is still blood on his face, his beautiful photogenic face; the red of it sticks out against the blue of his eyes.

"Congratulations," Caesar Flickerman says, putting the crown on his head where it blends into the bronze of his hair. "Panem, I give you your sixty-eighth Victor."

There is a girl, backstage. Her hair is falling down her shoulders and her mouth is curving around his name.

--

In between, there is this: there is a girl, a Victor, Annie Cresta with wide disarming eyes and a knife between her teeth, water lapping at her ankles; there is a boy, Finnick Odair, a career tribute so beautiful time stops.

This is like a love story, a capitol drama, except bloody.

They dress Annie in white, and pull Finnick's name from the ball; they ignore that Annie's world is filtered through like the surface of the ocean from its sandy, rocky bottom, light refracting, distorting, making everything unrecognizable unless you have a frame of reference; they tell her, he is yours and look after him as though she cares, as though there is such a thing as a relevant person anymore.

(It turns out there is. It is him.)

--

They meet by the sea; she is staring into the water and he is coming up behind her, soft-footed, cautious.

"Hi," he says and she turns
blinks
swallows
breathes.

"Hi," she says. "I’m Annie."

He does her the courtesy of allowing this nonexistant unfamiliarity. "Finnick," he says, light catching on the waves of his hair, like it catches on the green-blue clearness of the sea. "Can I sit here?"

"Why did you volunteer?" she asks it too sharply, running a hand through her hair, thinking about the boys and girls that she has killed, about the way the water ran red with their blood.

He does not sit but shifts from foot to foot, back and forth. "This is the only thing I’m good at." She can see his terror in his calmness, in the steady set of his shoulders and the quirk of his mouth.

She closes her eyes. "Yes. You can sit here."

--

electrumqueen

4 years ago

electrumqueen

4 years ago

thewindwarns

4 years ago

joaniemaloney

4 years ago

morbidmuse

4 years ago

the victors, gen, the mentors' book club
i, uh, read this prompt wrong :/

here, have the victors' book club?

thewindwarns

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta || keep the nightmares out, give me mouth to mouth
Johanna/Finnick, can we meet again, meet and meet and meet and meet again?
johanna mason, her victory tour
Katniss/Cinna, My mind was lost as he kissed my stomach. Was this against the rules? Did I care? No
omg i want this so badly lol

buriedmypride

4 years ago

chureezee

4 years ago

hitlikehammers

4 years ago

Peeta/Gale, He doesn't look for his family or friends as he gets off the train. His eyes only search for the boy he left behind.
Yes, please
Annie/Finnick falling in love
Annie/Finnick, the secret langauge of District 4, G/PG, general spoilers

She becomes someone else in the arena, something not entirely human. But not in the way that he’s seen before, the children who turn feral, bloodthirsty, and, yes, even mad. Annie is so much more than that. She becomes ethereal. Not even the Gamemakers’ cameras can pin her down. Occasionally, they happen upon her by chance; he would recognize the shock of dark auburn hair against the green of the forest. It feels important, like the clandestine meeting of two lovers, that he sees her when no one else can.

More often than the cameras find her, when she gets hungry, she steps out into the open and looks up at the sky as if to say “I’m here; feed me.” And the cash would come rolling in. The mystery was even better than sex for netting sponsors. Everyone wanted to know what would happen next: would she break before the other tributes caught up to her, or would her madness escalate to deadly rage?

The Gamemakers leave her alone. Even though she’s not bloody, she’s interesting. She talks to herself; even when they can’t see her, they can hear her. She laughs and tells stories and sings songs from District 4. He catches children echoing the verses when he goes out to meet with sponsors. He finds her clever, and funny. It’s not hard to convince the sponsors of the same.

Eventually the careers stopped looking for her and return to their stronghold near the Cornucopia; they expect her to starve. It doesn’t happen. He sends her bread and dried fruit, and loses track of how many marriage proposals he has to drop into the arena. The old, Capitol men can’t help but fall in love with her, and neither can he.

So when she hums the District 4 wedding song (and her lips must be inches from the camera concealed in a pile of rocks, though as much as they adjust the angle on the shot, they just can’t find her,) he somehow knows it’s meant for him.

In the morning he sends her fish wrapped in linen and tied with string. Though the fish dried and not fresh, it’s as close as he can come to the traditional betrothal gifts of their District. Later the Capitols screens show her skipping through the trees, nibbling on a piece of shad. From that moment on, he considers himself a married man

lit_wolf

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

laddersong

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

Haymitch/Katniss, AU where Katniss kills Peeta and she and Haymitch end up mentioning the Tributes from District 12 together.
Haymitch/Johanna, the pleasures of self-destruction.
So I lost my mind and wrote 4000 words of Haymitch/Johanna fic. It's here if you'd like to read it.

redbrunja

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, It was the night before we arrived as I crawled into his bed.
katniss/haymitch, am i just like you?
ooh, i love this.

chimneysmoke

4 years ago

chimneysmoke

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

gigglemonster

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

wanderinghope

March 25 2012, 06:25:24 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 25 2012, 06:25:58 UTC

Cato/Glimmer: Inspired by this prompt.

AU where Cato and Glimmer are the star crossed lovers of the 74th Hunger Games and once they make it to the final two they pull a nightlock stunt or something like that because they honestly can't imagine killing the other. Worried that they won't have a victor, the Capitol allows them both to be victors.
Katniss; her first Reaping.
Katniss/Peeta; in the cave, he lets himself believe it's real.
Foxface; she takes the berries on purpose, knowing they'll kill her.
PERFECT. especially with the movie where she was doing that plant thing - i was sure that was an identification thing, so she'd know. but. YES. DO WANT.

bloodofpyke

4 years ago

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

yon_lougawou

4 years ago

finnick/gale, he talks about you in his sleep
Ohgosh this prompt
gale/prim, (future "au") i know you can and you should, but you won't, dear
gale/katniss, some things in life may change, and some things? they stay the same
gale/katniss; some things in life may change, and some things? they stay the same // (post-mockingjay, au. i’ve had this idea bumbling around in my brain trying to get free during this ficathon, and this prompt apparently set it off. not sure if it’s what you had in mind, but this is what came out.)

~

The earth shudders and there’s a roar in the distance. She freezes, heart stopping in her chest. She’s only heard the sound maybe two or three times in her life, but it’s two or three times too many.

She races outside and the plume of smoke is billowing into the sky. Others are running now too, others with husbands in the mines.

~

When she reaches the crowd of the frantic and panic-stricken families and friends, she nearly doubles over with the pain of the day her father died. This is too much like that day.

~

In the time of peace after the war, life in the poorer Districts did improve. There was a little more of everything, as well as the option to move between Districts freely, communicate and share. They no longer were constantly living on the brink of starvation, though of course, not everything is perfect. The world still needs fuel, still needs coal, and still needs people to mine the coal.

Since the fall of the Capitol, the excess of money from being a Victor has run out (something she both misses and doesn’t) though between their hunting and his shifts, they certainly make enough to get by and be comfortable. She told him he shouldn’t have to work in the mines, and he’d said,

“Only for a little while. For the future.”

~

One night she went to the spot where her home used to be, the one she shared with her mother and Prim. It was still empty, void of little else except remains and ruins of what it once was.

He’d asked her quietly if she was going to leave District 12, if she needed to live somewhere else to get away from all that had happened.

She’d leant down and scooped up a handful of dirt mixed with old ash. “This place is my home,” she’d replied. “As painful as it is… I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

~

Finally workers begin to emerge from the smoke, cloaked in soot, sorrow and relief. The families who get back their loved ones cry out and embrace them. The rescue workers go back and forth, sometimes bringing those injured in the collapse and ensuing explosion, sometimes empty-handed, seeking a break or some water or a shift change.

She does not see his face among any of have emerged and imagines a vice on her heart, holding – crushing – every emotion inside.

But it’s not over yet.

~

She’d always been certain she’d never have children. She couldn’t bring them into this world, introduce a new being to the darkness and the hardship, the pain and struggle. And after the war, though a shroud had been lifted, she still resisted the idea. She could never be a mother, she was far too damaged. She had bad days and was plagued with nightmares so horrible, she woke up screaming herself hoarse and shivering and crying until morning. She was not strong enough to live her own life, how could she ever be expected to raise a child, and to be strong for them?

And it was never a conscious decision, never one she thought about a lot or often or really hardly at all. But on their wedding night, as they made love and she gazed into his grey eyes, she knew somewhere deep inside, that someday (and it may be far away yet, but someday), she wanted children with him.

~

Time has ground to a halt and her palms are starting to bleed where her nails have dug in too deep. Too many are still waiting and hope is draining away fast, dying in the fading summer light. She hears the echo of his words all those months ago: Only for a little while. For the future.

She cannot lose anything else.

~

That night, the widows of District 12 grow in number as the rescue workers finally come up empty (all that’s left are the dead). Almost five or six women are left, some with families or children, some standing alone – now all without husbands.

Katniss Hawthorne is one of them.

annaw135

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

ihatecanonbella

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

gale/katniss, we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs
katniss with gale, peeta, cinna, finnick and haymitch (gen or pairings), none of us heard her coming
gale/katniss, we stick our fingers in the ground, heave, and turn the world around
Finnick/Katniss/Peeta|| post-series 'au' || I'll show you mine if you show me yours first, let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
omg gimme.

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