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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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gen, wasted district youth
Katniss/Peeta; It was dark and I was over, until you kissed my lips and you saved me
Second this <3
finnick/johanna, everyone needs a place, it shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
beetee/wiress, aeons far from the sun

In District 3, when you’re not studying, you’re given puzzles in school. Sometimes the Peacekeepers watch you, waiting to see if there is any one student that is a little too good, a little too quick, a little too rebellious. But here’s the thing: the best ones know you’re on alert, so they swallow their pride and float on by, biding their time until they can secure the highest level jobs in the factories. It’s not much, but it’s something.

Beetee, possessing a bit of all these qualities and keeping his head down low, still gets singled out just a few days before the Reaping. He knows exactly who ratted him out, but keeps it a secret.

--

In the Career Districts, the Victor’s Village becomes somewhat of a home, with people (and sometimes families, if you’re lucky) bustling about. But when Wiress comes back, this row of buildings, set away and apart, is quiet. She and the others, for the most part, keep to themselves, tinkering with their tools and their toys because the laws of physics, the mechanics of these moving gears and switches don’t seem to change. And all of that, the stability, the sense of permanence, matters once you’ve seen all that humans and monsters can do.

Wiress is content to settle into the dwelling farthest from the road, but Beetee insists on visiting her weekly for afternoon tea. He doesn’t mind that she doesn’t speak much and she thinks she almost forgot how to, back in the arena, when all she could was scream.

--

Things start to change when Beetee walks over to the deserted plot of land, concrete and asphalt and empty space. He starts growing his garden of flowers with twisting sculptures of filament and light and Wiress fashions her little creatures, flittering flying things that spin and move about. She’s different, animated and flushed with the excitement of all that they can do, of all they can create. Beetee likes that look on her, likes the way they have something bigger than themselves that isn’t death and destruction to share. It’s their own world, their safe place, and they decide to invite the children.

When the Peacekeepers hear word and pay a friendly visit, Beetee is ready. “It’s an educational experience,” he says, when they give him a suspicious look, “to demonstrate the achievements of the glorious nation of Panem.” He and Wiress take turns, of course, explaining the science, the methodology, the brilliance of each and every part, from the stone path that illuminates as they walk to the leaves that curl inward at a finger’s touch. The citizens gather there, watching as their daughters and sons race their tiny motorized sailboats across the holographic pond, as they use prisms to cast rainbows across the evening sky, as they laugh and look about with wonder, running free in a place that isn’t a prison of silicon chips and glaring screens.

The moment it starts to smell of protest, President Snow calls Wiress and Beetee away to serve as technical advisors to the Gamemakers, and the Peacekeepers pull workers from the munitions factory to burn it all to the ground.
The anger of this loss festers in the town, silent and waiting, and is one of the reasons District 3 rises up so quickly to rebel. You know it; you saw it on those sets they’ve sweated and died for the Capitol to own.

--

Beetee still goes back each year to mentor and sometimes Wiress shows up too. They sit close together on the train, speaking about electricity and schematics and their Escort never really understands what they say, how to wade through their numbers and their codes and theories. They intend to keep it that way, leaving thoughts half-finished, lingering about, messages to be encrypted and caught (Nuts and Volts, Volts and Nuts</i>). They’ve found their own language, ways of speaking without words, and there are times when Wiress will grab Beetee’s hand, will use the other to trace a familiar shape on the paper. Each line, perfectly balanced.

“You ground me too,” he will breathe.

Even the Avox brought in from other districts know what they’re trying to say: I love you too.

deathmallow

4 years ago

thewindwarns

4 years ago

dramaturgy

4 years ago

haymitch/johanna, the heart beats in its cage
Ooh. Gonna have to give some serious thought to this one. They're a 'ship that I know is rare but totally works for me.

deathmallow

4 years ago

deathmallow

4 years ago

kolms

4 years ago

deathmallow

4 years ago

haymitch sweetheart, i'd marry you if i was drunker (but right now you're just a shadow and a ghost)
Rue & her family - I pray she rides a dolphin, but she's swimming with the sharks
HOLY SHIT I AM ALL OVER THIS

my baby needs a shepherd is the perfect song for Rue!

*runs away to write*
katniss/gale, i could fill up the lake with all the things i didn't say
oh goddddd
Katniss: AU where Katniss was raised a career tribute in District 1 or 2.
NEEEEEEEEED.

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

harry_styles

4 years ago

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

everescent

4 years ago

Katniss/Haymitch Haymitch's thoughts while watching Katniss compete in the 74th Hunger Games
Rue/Thresh friendship; Night before the Hunger Games.
Gale: In the case Gale actually does volunteer for Peeta as tribute.

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best ever.

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

thistlerose

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

sabaceanbabe

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

Johanna/Finnick, well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
peeta/katniss, the cave scenes, a pulse, your pulse/it's the only thing i can remember
They have it all on tape--every moment, every sound, but she could never bring herself to watch it. Her memories are faulty and she hates herself a little bit for not remembering with perfect clarity every single moment in the caves. She didn't know it then, but she was falling in love, or at least deeply in like with Peeta and shouldn't she remember that? Remember every flick of his eyes, every twitch of his feverish hands, and each sweet press of his hot, dry lips? Well, she remember his lips. The feel of them then and the feel of them this morning as they kissed her out the door.

She can't bring herself to stop hunting. She needs the exercise and the activity to keep her sane, and wild meat tastes better than store bought.

Mostly she remembers being worried, afraid he would die there in that cave, that she would be alone with death. Because death in service to another is one thing, but death for no reason? For entertainment? Still makes her skin come out in goose pimples.

She knows Peeta recalls even less of the caves than she does because of his fever and because he still is never completely sure whats real and what's not real. The one time he brought up that strange time she asked him what he remembered and he said, "Your pulse. It's the only thing I can remember."

She walks quietly through the brush and sits on a rock. How odd that he should remember her pulse, when she'd been taking his over and over, willing it to slow down, and then later to speed up.

"What do you mean?" She'd asked from within the circle of his arms.

"I thought I could hear it as you sat near me. Like it was all around me. I could see it in your throat--throbbing away. It meant you were still alive and that was all that mattered."

She won't kill anything today. Some days it's enough to just be safe.

freckles929

4 years ago

imaginarycircus

4 years ago

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

imaginarycircus

4 years ago

heliconian_julz

4 years ago

Johanna/Annie: Fearing water.
katniss & president coin, she sings the revolution
Annie/Johanna (side Annie/Finnick and Johanna/Finnick) Mourning for Finnick through each other.
Katniss/Cinna, serve god, love me and men
Katniss/Finnick or Katniss&Finnick How is it that a daughter of fire has come here to drown?
I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

I just happen to wholeheartedly approve. Stealing from me like this is perfectly acceptable :)

Also, I am all over this. But you knew that already, didn't you?
victor!glimmer, she says you don't wanna be like me, don't wanna see all the things i've seen - i'm dying, i'm dying
She had done it for District 1. For Marvel. To restore some honour or glory to her family. Her father, a previous victor, was a drunkard and her mother was out of the picture. She didn't care where she was. She cared about herself, like she always had. Even Marvel couldn't change that. She was happy that girl had killed him so she wouldn't have to do it herself.

They were all easy kills regardless. All of the unknowns at the cornucopia. Most of the tributes died of natural causes this year. Peeta Mellark in the mud, Katniss Everdeen of starvation and all of her stupid allies with the Tracker Jackers. She had become smarter than the rest.

She is clean now. She looks at her hands and sees blood. She feels nauseous. She's in Victor's Village, seeing the same image in her mind. Using Cato's sword to make the final kill; to throw him into the mutts herself and become the victor. She did that for herself. It makes her wash her hands harder and harder until her hands are dry, cracking from the lavender soap the capitol has provided in her washroom.

What does it do anyway? Her dad isn't coming back for her. He's long gone with his next whore. Her mother never wanted her, and neither did Marvel. Her dreams are plagued with nightmares of Cato's face when the sword drove through his heart. She can hardly eat.

She can't live with her pain for much longer.

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

dreamfall_nnwm

4 years ago

sabaceanbabe

4 years ago

marve/glimmer;I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
"Glimmer, please calm down," Marvel was whispering in her ear. Tributes were not supposed to be in the same bedrooms, but Glimmer always found a way around. She was sly and demanding, but tonight she was crying. Something so unlike Glimmer.

"You don't understand Marvel," she sniffed. "I have to make them proud to have me as a daughter. I have to be the best tribute I can be. What's going to happen if it comes down to you and I?"

Marvel just smiled at her. "It won't. Some things are a lot stronger than the games, you know."

She let out a chuckle through her sobs. "Love doesn't conquer, Marvel."

"Ah, so it's love now?" Marvel was chuckling, holding the girl tightly on his lap. She smacked his arm lightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

"It always was." She smiled, and he did also, leaning down to peck her on the lips.


"Cato, where's Glimmer?" Marvel was rushing his thoughts straight out of his mouth.

"Doesn't matter. We need to find Peter or whatever the fuck his name was." Cato was storming off into the forest, and Marvel heard the very loud, and very real canon ball firings off in the distance.

One. Two.

His breath caught in his throat.

mouse_ear

4 years ago

lilyevanspotter

4 years ago

mouse_ear

4 years ago

lilyevanspotter

4 years ago

mouse_ear

4 years ago

lilyevanspotter

4 years ago

heliconian_julz

4 years ago

clove, oh, i may be young / but i know when i love someone
Thresh/Katniss your coal burns slow and steady, but send a spark into a field of wheat and you set the world on fire.