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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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haymitch/effie; are you comfortable and numb? did they all succumb to all those lies? does it satisfy the greed? is it all you want? well baby I'm not that strong and I'm walking wounded all alone
Almost Like Being in Love Haymitch/Effie pg13 for swearing and this is my first try at THG ff. Fingers crossed.

His first year as a mentor, he’s still young, and still cocky enough to believe he can push away the cries of death and the looks in their eyes by making his way through a bottle and a woman in his bed. His first year as a mentor, he still believes he has a chance at being happy.

His first year as a mentor he caught sight of her without her wig, and he’s on his way to meet her, but he’s early-he knows these Capitol citizens are sticklers about being early (“prompt” her predecessor would elegantly correct him), so he decides he’ll get her into his bed by arriving early-even on time for once in his life.

Effie Trinket is an interesting creature in her habits, but he wouldn’t say that she’s ever stood out in a crowd in appearance-there are always other women with brighter colours, more intriguing silhouettes, tottering on higher, more dangerous heels. Despite all her makeup and eyelash collection (he likes a good set of eyes, but those lashes are like spider webs), Effie Trinket doesn’t stand out from the Capitol crowd.

Which is why when he arrives early and sneaks a look through the cracked door (he’s hoping for a moment of undress), he doesn’t expect to find her brushing out her long, ink black hair-her customary poof of a wig sitting in its open box on the bed behind her.

He can’t articulate why, but it throws him off enough to make him walk away and arrive five minutes late for their arranged meeting.

The years go by, and tributes come and die, and Haymitch can no longer delude himself into happiness, only further into his seemingly infinite collection of whisky. He gets older, shabbier, while Effie fucking Trinket trots around on her precious shoes, her poofy wig remaining eerily still on her head while underneath she quivers along with the excitement of the games.

(con't)

wicked_g

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wicked_g

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withdrawnred

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wicked_g

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morbidmuse

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arysani

4 years ago

clove, knives don't have your back
Annie/Finnick - won't let this city destroy our love
Johanna - she walks the rest of her life in fierce paranoia, one eye fixed behind her and the other searching for weapons
Glimmer, all the boys think she's a spy / she's got Bette Davis eyes

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<3333 *flail*

wanderinghope

4 years ago

katniss; haymitch; finnick; peeta; johanna; victors I must go on standing, you can't break that which isn't yours, I must go on standing, I'm not my own, it's not my choice

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WAAANT.

supersyncspaz7

4 years ago

Finnick/Seneca Crane, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

eleusis_walks

March 26 2012, 20:09:40 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 20:13:19 UTC

secrets and lies (1/2) - seneca/finnick, r

Seneca is an apprentice when Finnick wins his games. Even then the boy is beautiful, but Seneca is nearly twice his age. Doesn't look, doesn't touch. Knows there are plenty among the Gamemakers longing to do both. Hears the quiet confirmations that for the right exorbitant price, you can be the one to pluck him first, underripe or no.

He doesn't need to be first.

**

Finnick has been the Capitol's whore for five years by the time he mentors the Cresta girl. Seneca has never touched him, but has certainly begun to look. He isn't the type to grasp at other men's leavings. He has heard tales, of course, from men and women alike. It's hard not to hear about Finnick's capable hands, about his perfect skin, about the way he moans like an exultant god when he's penetrated.

Seneca wants to open him up and lick him to screaming, but he doesn't go for prostitution. Prefers his conquests to come to him, and so he just observes.

Finnick Odair is a skilled mentor, and his charges have done well so far. District 4 often does well, but there's been a marked uptick. But Annie Cresta is brittle as she is beautiful, strangely fragile for a Career, and Seneca does not expect very much from her. He wonders why he cares, until he realizes he's been watching the way Finnick guides Annie's hand in training, the way Finnick stares after her like she's something precious. That. Is against the rules.

He's struggling to keep from saying anything when Mags looks his way. The old woman shakes her head, slowly and firmly. She says nothing, but she communicates as clear as day. He is not yours to own. He is more than the Capitol's toy. Let him have this. She will not budge on this, and Seneca respects her.

He retreats to the Gamemakers' chambers.

**

Day four of the Games, or night four really, and Seneca is trying to sleep.

These Games have been a disaster. Everyone is hiding. The audience is bored. The audience can never be bored. There's already talk that this will certainly be Livia Cornerstone's last year as Head Gamemaker. Seneca tries to sleep, but keeps dreaming up the games he will create, once Livia is out of the way and it's his head on the line instead of hers, his mind that creates the dreamscapes, his words that execute the traps.

He sits bolt upright when his door clicks open. Finnick Odair leans in the frame, perfect body emphasized to the point of sin in an exquisitely-tailored suit. "Evening." He's seen Finnick watching the Games during the day, seen the way they're wearing on the younger man. Watching Annie Cresta cry on a thousand cameras has put the barest hint of worry lines on that sculpted face for the first time.

"How did you get in here?" Seneca asks, sheets settling around his waist, bare chest growing slick with the sudden sweat of anticipation, of promise.

"When are you going to fuck me?" Finnick says coyly, biting his lip like a pouty, petulant child. "You've been staring for years. Do I really need to ask you?"

"Yes."

The mask falls, and Finnick narrows his eyes, irate. "I've never had to ask before."

"I know."

"I'm asking."

eleusis_walks

4 years ago

marketchippie

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eleusis_walks

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sweet_iolanthe

4 years ago

eleusis_walks

4 years ago

The Career Pack, it's fun so long as they forget that in a few days most of them will be dead
AU; Rue is the victor.
She kills Katniss in the middle of the night. She doesn't have the skill required for a painless, quick death, and ends up hacking at Katniss with the girls own knife. Just hacking and hacking like she saw a neighbor boy do to a dog once. Katniss makes almost the same sound the dog did.

The girl from 5 has beautiful, bright red hair, it makes the perfect target for the rock Rue sends at her head. A slingshot isn't the best weapon to have, it's not as deadly as a bow nor as far reaching, but it's not nothing. Rue hears the rock crunch agaisnt the girl's head and flashes back to when Peacekeepers beat her cousin to death with batons, it sounds the same and she knows the girl with red hair is dead.

The careers all kill each other while Rue watches in the trees. Clove throws her knives and Marvel is dead, Glimmer wounded. Cato beheads Glimmer and turns on Clove, she's running beyond the reach of his sword and throws another knife. The deadly weapon lands with a thunk in the middle of Cato's chest, but he growls and lunges and plows his sword straight through Clove. They both fall to the ground and they laugh and cry softly for a second before they're both dead on the gound.

The lovesick boy from 12 dies all my himself disguised by the river bank.

And then it's just her and Thresh.

She walks to the field where she knows he is hiding, even goes as far as to call out his name.

He's behind her without her realizing, but he doesn't do anything. Just stands and stares and when she turns she smiles at him and hunches her shoulders to make herself look smaller.

He says he can't do it (as she knew he would), he asks her to tell his Gammi he's sorry, and he walks solidly into the lake and doesn't resurface.

Rue is crowned as one of the youngest Victors in the history of the Games.

She is a legend.

sierrafoxtrot

4 years ago

not_from_stars

4 years ago

Alternate epilogue; Katniss visits the hanging tree.
Katniss, Not Just Yet, T

I’d given them a Victor. Given them a bride. Given them the Girl on Fire and even the Mockingjay.

I’d given everything.

Now I’d take what I wanted back. My life, my choice.

I woke up in the bed, the side where Peeta once slept was cold and vacant. He’d never returned from the Capitol after the war had ended. After I’d shot Coin with my own arrow instead of Snow.

It had been weeks and still no Peeta.

I’d given myself the deadline. If he hadn’t shown by today, then I’d have to do what I needed. I couldn’t wait for him any longer. He wasn’t coming back. They wouldn’t even tell me if he was dead.

I pulled on my leather boots, their fit tight and familiar. A cold comfort in the morning light as I gripped the rope from Finnick in my hands and made my way to the tree line.

I passed Haymitch’s house on the way, pausing and debating as to whether I should say goodbye. I don’t think he’d understand. Not really. For all his harshness and bitter anger, he wouldn’t let me go like I so dearly wished. He’d find a way to keep me around, keep me catatonic.

At least trapped in bed I’d still be breathing.

I walked on, sure of my plan.

Approaching the tree, it felt old and ominous above me. Its branches were thick and heavy, daunting and imposing. I could see the song playing out before me, the lonely lovers and their tragic tale. It made my gut wretch.

Carefully, ever so carefully, I lifted myself to its limbs. I was weaker now than I once was. I tied the end to the tree, formed a noose in the other. Finnick had taught me that. I hadn’t thought then how useful it would be.

Slipping it over my head, shifting to the edge of the branch, I tightened the rope around my neck. I thanked Finnick for his knowledge. I thanked my sister for her life. I pushed myself off.



When I woke sometime later, rope around my neck, sore to the touch, I couldn’t help the tears that slipped my eyes. What was I doing?

I pulled the rope free and looked over to see the branch on the ground beside me. It had rotted through and through, it’s innards mere dust.

I couldn’t stop the sob that ripped through me then, the near feeling of death closing in but not taking me yet.



It was late when I stepped out of the trees. I saw Haymitch chasing his geese, stumbling through the thick grass as he cursed thickly. I pulled my collar up higher, trying to hide the bruising I knew undoubtedly was there, and made towards my house.

Getting closer I paused. Someone else was here. My blood pumped and anxiety filled me as I rounded to the front yard.
Peeta.

He was there, digging into my garden with ripped up primrose bushes.

I took a step back, dropping the rope from my fingers. It fell heavily at my sides as he finally looked up. I felt his eyes settle on my neck. I’d look away if it didn’t involve turning my head. I couldn’t, instead I stared head on, and watched his face tighten as his gaze met mine.

“Katniss,” His voice was soft. He lifted his hands up, dropping the shovel at his feet. I wanted to run. To hide. He’d caused bruises so similar to these not long ago. He stepped forward. I stepped back.

I tried to speak but it came out as a wheeze. He moved to me then, his approach faster than my retreat, as he caught me and fell to his knees. Pressing his head against my stomach he ghosted his fingers across my neck.

I couldn’t fight. I was done fighting.

“Katniss,” It was a whisper against my skin. Slipping down, I pulled him closer. I didn’t need words. He had them all, mirroring my thoughts. “You came back.”
Effie/Haymitch, "You must think I was born yesterday" "Well sometimes there's just no other possible explanation."
Bonnie and Twill: They never did make it to 13.

Turns out, however, that there's quite a bit outside Panem that no one bothered to look for, and they made it safely to Canada.
Yes. The fact that we have no idea what happened to the rest of the world never ceases to annoy me, tbh.

w_addams13

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fairest1

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tangleblue

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tangleblue

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tangleblue

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fairest1

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tangleblue

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violaswamp

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kaitou_lili

4 years ago

stainofmylove

March 26 2012, 02:31:42 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 02:32:57 UTC

finnick/johanna, I don't love anyone, you're not listening
gale/katniss, he's more myself than I am
love this! :)
gale/madge, putting the dog to sleep
finnick/annie, johanna - you like your girls insane
This prompt is everything I want all at once.

withdrawnred

4 years ago

Peeta/Katniss, So love me now, hell is coming. Yeah kiss my mouth, hell is here.

glasslights

March 26 2012, 02:58:24 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 02:58:57 UTC

katniss/peeta; haymitch ; au, zombie! apocalypse. haymitch is their mentor.
laaaaawd, i second this!!
Katniss/Peeta - “You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s okay not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It’s shared, so share it more often than not.”
Gale/Johanna, Roll away your stone, I’ll roll away mine. Together we can see what we will find.
Grace; Gale/Johanna; part 1/3

"What are you doing here?"

He looked at the open apartment door next to his own, dropping the bag he had slung over his shoulder. "I live here now."

"No you don't."

He cocked his head, gave her a little smile. "Yeah. I do."

"Why aren't you in District 12?"

"Because I'm here," he informed her, and decided it wasn't a conversation he really wanted to have, and fumbled with the key to his door. Keys. He shook his head at the idea a little - he had never locked his door one night in his entire life.

"She kick you out?"

His shoulders dropped as the lock clicked and the knob turned so he could open the door. "What do you want, Johanna?" he sighed, looking over at her briefly.

"Just figuring things out," she informed him. "Don't mind me Soldier Hawthorne," she mocked, and shut her door rather loudly. He leaned his head against the doorframe for a moment. He wanted to start over in District 2. He couldn't start over with Johanna Mason right next door. Inhaling deeply, he pushed his door open, and tried to remind himself why this was a good idea.

# # # # #

Coming home after a series of long days, he found her smoking on the front stoop.

"That shit will kill you."

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled and tried to blow the smoke up into his face. He waved it away, nose wrinkling.

"Still not showering?"

"Fuck you Hawthorne."

He huffed half a laugh to himself and gave her a wide berth on the step.

# # # # #

He wasn't exactly sure what prompted him to do it. They did nothing more than exchange barbs, sometimes good-natured, sometimes pointedly hurtful. He supposed it said something about their acquaintance that they could do both so easily. Either way, he was pretty sure she sat in that apartment all day and didn't do a damn thing. Stared out the window. Set small insects on fire. She seemed to only leave to sit on the front stoop and make her way through a pack of cigarettes.

Still. She was familiar, the only familiar thing in this place, so if he was going to be forced to schmooze, the vindictive part of him wanted her to have to do it too. The other part of him wondered if she just needed someone to push. He never needed that push to put one foot in front of the other, but he would be the first to admit he might need the push to lift his gaze from the ground in front of his feet these days.

So he took a dress from the Cage (possessions of the dead and things without clear usefulness being catalogued) and bought a bar of lavender and oatmeal soap from a vendor in the Sticky (which was like the Hob, if the Hob had been a long, alley, enclosed in part by sheets and sheets of scrounged metal to protect the people living in it instead of an old warehouse - and smelled like sweat and was hot from all the boiling water for drinking, washing, and cooking) and had them in his hands when he knocked on her door.

She looked him up and down, saw the dress lying over his arm. "What."

"You're coming with me."

"No I'm not."

"Johanna."

"Gale."

"You need to get out of this apartment."

"I do."

"You go out on the front stoop and smoke those cigarettes. You smell, Johanna. You need to wash, and then you're going to put on this dress and come with me and have dinner with people that is served outside of the can it was stored in."

She slammed the door in his face. "You don't know me, Gale Hawthorne. Go fix someone else. Fuck you," she offered from the other side of the door.

arysani

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arysani

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arysani

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msdisdain

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arysani

4 years ago

Seneca/Haymitch, when you were young.

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haymitch + gale - my kind's your kind