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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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katniss/gale; but you've already lost, when only have barely enough to hang on
cato, he wins the games

"staying alive…it’s so boring, isn’t it? it’s just…staying."
omg this prompt.

glasslights

5 years ago

rumpledlinen

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jada_jasmine

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miss_mishi

March 26 2012, 00:50:59 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 00:51:29 UTC

Cato/Glimmer, Cato/Clove

You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
Katniss/Johanna, An addiction to hands and feet
I wrote something for another prompt that might fit this.

http://themockingjay.livejournal.com/493972.html
katniss/finnick, all my days i've been the losing kind
peeta/gale, we were born to fuck each other one way or another

emmersonthelame

April 2 2012, 04:00:23 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 2 2012, 04:00:50 UTC

DO WANT

autumnrae89

5 years ago

autumnrae89

5 years ago

katniss/finnick, there's a hole in you and me that pulls us together
Haymitch/Effie - her first time as the escort for District 12 is Haymitch's Game
WANT. I posted a similar prompt. I love the idea of them having this incredibly long acquaintance.

doogner

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doogner

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wicked_g

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withdrawnred

5 years ago

doogner

5 years ago

johanna/gale, past gale/katniss their words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices, your words in my memory are like music to me (and miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground)
katniss/cinna I asked her where she wanna be when she 25. She turned around and looked at me and she said "alive".
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

5 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