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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Katniss/Cato, We will never say a word about the night we got lost in each other.
do want.

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w_addams13

4 years ago

inkspire89

4 years ago

katniss everdeen and gale hawthorne as district 12 tributes.
There was a similar prompt on the next page, I didn't see yours! I took some liberties/angles but it can be found here.

hanorganaas

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nitro26

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

katniss/peeta, after mockingjay, when they start getting close again and the first night they sleep together
This feels a little like cheating, but I wrote something like that a few years ago for Yuletide.

msdisdain

4 years ago

Peeta, The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind
gale/katniss, i'll keep your memory vague
beautiful, beautiful prompt

nitro26

4 years ago

jada_jasmine

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nitro26

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jada_jasmine

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gigglemonster

4 years ago

jada_jasmine

4 years ago

Peeta/Katniss, Her body is his canvas
snapshot - Peeta&Katniss (G)

He loves...well he loves all of her, but he's infatuated with the curve of her breast as she lays on her side. As the light trickles in and across her skin, he can't help but stare at the shadow that's cast by the fleshy orb. His eyes lift, skimming over the breath of her scapula and clavicle and the curve of her neck, to land on her face. The pads of his fingers itch for the feel of a paintbrush; he wants to paint her like this. Peaceful and asleep. He settles for allowing them to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. It makes her eye lids flutter and still before opening. She looks at him sleepily for just a second before recognition clears the fog.

Peeta.

He smiles.

Morning, Katniss.

beethemonster

4 years ago

lunasol28

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

lunasol28

4 years ago

katniss/cato, here we are, in the darkest place
Thanks so much for the wonderful prompt! The fic I wrote based on it went a little (a lot) long, but I'll leave the link for it here.

http://cherryoakly-bat.livejournal.com/3518.html#cutid1

nitro26

March 23 2012, 22:46:31 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 23 2012, 22:54:34 UTC

peeta/katniss, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful / you know i love you so (for you i'd bleed myself dry)
gale/katniss, let's run away and never look back
Panem, The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children
I want this so badly.

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

callunae

4 years ago

profshallowness

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone

rosehiptea

March 23 2012, 23:33:00 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 23 2012, 23:33:08 UTC

Katniss/Johanna "Go ahead, be afraid of me if you want to."
Peeta, It's hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head
thresh/foxface, this is not the time for goodbyes
He never knows when she's going to show up. She's always so quiet. A flash of red hair and maybe, if he's lucky the breaking of a branch and there she is.

They share few words and he is honestly not sure why she hasn't tried to kill him yet. He's even more confused as to why he hasn't tried to kill her yet. She's tiny and it would be easy and quick. A twist of the wrist and he'd be one step closer to winning and there would be one less person he has to try to pretend to not worry about .

But he doesn't kill her. Instead he finds himself waiting for her to show up as he walks, noiselessly falling into step alongside of him.

The boom of the cannon, the flash of Rue's face brings her to him. He doesn't want to hear it. He cannot stand to hear it. She whispers about flowers and the girl from twelve and before he can stop himself he finds himself kissing her.
It doesn't stop there and it happens again and again.

She isn't mad when he only kills the girl from one. Kissing the apologies from his lips, she pushes him into the darkness of a nearby tree. He has to kill her. Has to stop this madness. They aren't from the same district. One of them has to die and it has to be him. He has to go home. To see his district, to tell Rue's parents of how brave she was and how kind she remained.

But he doesn't kill her. Burying his face in the bright red hair, he sleeps knowing she's not sleeping.

It's too soon before he wakes up alone to boom of the cannon and the fuzzy memory of her voice whispering "I'll see you soon."

sweetbitter

4 years ago

beethemonster

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, it isn't a trick she is really pregnant
Dear Panem,

Yes, we fucked. Deal with it.

Love,
Peeta.


loljk just had to get this out just once

lillian_raven

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

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_ark_angel_

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_ark_angel_

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lillian_raven

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_ark_angel_

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lillian_raven

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_ark_angel_

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lillian_raven

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

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lillian_raven

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_ark_angel_

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lillian_raven

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red_b_rackham

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, and our world is almost beautiful again
Katniss/Peeta You chase the nightmares away when I'm in your arms
Arms Tonite - Katniss/Peeta
Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

It had taken me a while to rid myself of the darkness that kept trying to swallow me, but the warmth and strength of Peeta’s arms helped. He was there practically every night; to scare away the night mares, console me after I woke up screaming, and depending on me to do the same.

We’d been sharing a bed for the better part of our time back in District 12. An unspoken promise to watch over the other, to protect the other as they had back in the arena. It became a routine for us, change in separate rooms, meet up under the covers, in the other’s arms and whisper about our days; the bread he made, the game I caught, our worries of Haymitch’s desire to drown his sorrows in white liquor, until the soothing rhythm of matching heartbeats lulled us to sleep. And when we awoke in the morning, only seconds apart, we breathed a sigh of relief from our nightmare-less dreams. Then we separate for the day.

But then Peeta has a flashback, one that has his looking at me like I’m a monster. Yelling that he wouldn’t let me kill him.
That I was a Capitol Mutt. He hid in his house, one light in his living room window telling me he was still there, and I walk up to bed alone. That night I am plagued by Prim’s screams as the second round of bombs explode, throwing her back, burning her skin. Finnick, half eaten by the Mutts runs to me, screaming that I killed him, kept him away from Annie and his young son, that I am selfish for moving on after the horrors he fought through. Coin walking towards me with her gun steady at my head, taunting me with ideas for future games as she lines her sight with a point between my eyes. I hear the gun cock and watch as her finger slowly descends on the trigger. Bang.

I wake up in his arms, whispered apologies flying past my ears, and all I can say is You chase away the nightmares when I’m in your arms.

darkpalace

4 years ago

classicfreak

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

classicfreak

4 years ago

johanna/finnick, phone calls after the quarter quell announcement
Johanna/Finnick, Happy Hunger Games, R, Spoilers: through CF

If it was up to Johanna, she'd never have the television on but the Victor Village at District 7 gets lonely, quiet in the woods. She'd never admit it but filling the silence of her house with Capitol garbage gives her a burning sense of duty and purpose. It reminds her why her family is not there. It keeps her from drink. She clicks on the device, sees Katniss Everdeen's face and immediately switches it off again. She wants company but not at that price.

Katniss is a fun-house mirror version of herself and Johanna hates the reflection.

She rises to make herself a cup of tea, stilling as the phone begins to ring. Something about the ring always reminds her of the arena cannons. It's unsettling. She races across the room to make it stop, pulling the receiver to her cheek, "Hello?"

"Were you watching?" Finnick asks. She eye-rolls before tending to her tea, assuming his call is to discuss the wedding of the star-crossed virgin twats of District 12.

"I turned it off. As if Panem needs to see Katniss Everdeen in a white dress. She's already their driven-snow Queen," Johanna picks up her mug and cradles the receiver to her ear as she moves towards her bedroom.

"Johanna," he says, barely a whisper. It's the voice he uses when anyone talks of his District. It's the voice he uses when he talks about Annie. It's the voice he uses when he has bad news. Her blood freezes in her veins. Suddenly, she knows she's missed something vital but she'd rather hear it from him than the television anyway.

"What is it, Finnick? You tell me right now."

"They announced the Quarter Quell," Finnick says, his voice stalling with trepidation. "The tributes are going to be victors this time." Her mind races, but it settles on two thoughts: She is the last living female victor of District 7, and if Finnick is chosen she'll have to kill him.

"Jo," he says, affectionately, and it makes her want to reach through the phone and strangle him. "I'm so sorry."

"When have I ever been in need of pity, Odair?" she snaps. "I'm over the moon. I legally get to kill Everdeen while the whole world watches."

The line goes silent for a minute. Before he offers, "I'll come to yours. I'll get on a train—"

She knows how sentimental he can be, but it hurts her to think he's doing this to say his goodbye. "Fin," she warns him. "Snow is doing this to fuck with her, you know that right? He's sending her to a room full of assassins and pretending he's blameless when the inevitable happens." Immediately she regrets her words. Their phone line must be tapped, and people have died for saying less. Her family died for less.

Finnick doesn't say anything but she knows he's thinking the same thing.

chimneysmoke

4 years ago

chimneysmoke

4 years ago

casterlys

4 years ago

chimneysmoke

4 years ago

century_fox

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta CF, - getting married in Capitol
Annie/Finnick - People see her as unstable and weak, but he sees she's the strongest person he knows.

glasslights

March 25 2012, 21:17:19 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 25 2012, 21:18:20 UTC

It shouldn't matter what the world thinks. Their comments, which can often range from spiteful and condescending, should make no lasting impression on him. He's slow on the uptake at first, but then he realizes that he doesn't care what people say about him. Or think of him. He's learn to live with that; he had no other choice.

He cares what people think of her.

Sometimes Annie is oblivious to it, but he never is. He knows her reputation, he knows people refer to her as "the mad girl." The girl who went insane after the Games (some say it was before) , the girl who talks to things that aren't there, the girl who should be locked up because she just isn't stable.

But as Finnick strokes her hair, listening to her hum a tune (the same tune that she uses to lull him to sleep when he's having trouble not staying awake), and he's...taken aback by her, once again. He's taken aback by Annie's will, her courage, her determination to live on even after all she's had to go through. The girl who saw her ally decapitated, the girl who had to tread on water for days, the girl who survived. She tells Finnick all of these tales, describing in vivid detail what she saw and how she felt and how much it hurt. There are time where it looks like she is about to break down or cry, but she always regains her composure (most of the time.)

"You're incredible, Annie." His voice is so low, he can hardly hear himself. He doesn't know if Annie can hear him either, but she stops humming for a second and just stays silent. Both of them are silent, the only sounds being the wind blowing outside in the distance. She smiles, just for a second, and goes back to humming.

He decides that she heard him. He just hopes that she knows every word is true.

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sweetbitter

4 years ago

mrsbenjiwyatt

4 years ago

cinna/portia, we can lay alive in this bed, alive for the evening
peeta/katniss, wedding photoshoot
Katniss/Peeta, It was quick and I hope that it was painless. I still remember the day I said goodbye to the boy with the bread.
I've got two for this one! Both are a little... Heavy.

The time in District 13 is frazzled in my head. I’m not sure when the days officially turn over into new days, or whether I’m supposed to be somewhere else, or if I should be doing something. I don’t keep track of my schedule.

I spend my time with Finnick. We hold it together, just barely, as we wait for Peeta and Annie to be returned to us. There’s a new bond here that can never be broken. A friendship that I trust to save my life.

The day, the exact moment, that we find out they’re back it’s like a cold tub of water being dumped down my spine. I’m not sure what to expect, but I go anyways. I search him out despite Haymitch’s warnings and concerns.

I know he needs me.

There’s a flurry of activity on the day that I go. I’ve left Finnick with Annie down the hall, always close by.

When I stand at the door, I can’t help but stress my fingers against one another. My mind races with the worries that have plagued me since he was taken. I step into the room.

His fingers around my throat are what is burned into my memory. I barely recall the screams of the nurses throughout the halls, or the doctors struggling to pull him loose. It’s no use. I’m letting him kill me. His eyes are no longer the soft ones I once recognized.

When it stops, when I can finally breathe again even though I’m laying on the floor and everything hurts, I look over and see Peeta’s twisted body. His head is at an awkward angle and Finnick is standing over him, his chest heaving and his face twisted in pain and sorrow.

I look between the two as my mind clicks it all into place. Panic fills me and I can’t crawl to Peeta’s side fast enough. I’m not sure if the screams of denial are in my head or coming from my lips.

His neck is broken and his eyes are empty of life. I feel empty of life. My vision wavers as my breathing becomes more constricted, the sobs ripping from my chest as I struggle to breathe over my damaged windpipe.

He’s gone. He came back to me and now he’s gone.

I only have a moment to caress his cheek and press a kiss to his forehead before I’m forcefully removed from the room.

There’s a needle in my arm before I’m in the hallway and I’m unconscious again.

That was the only goodbye I was allowed to grant my Boy with the Bread.

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

classicfreak

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

satine_59

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

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classicfreak

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

classicfreak

4 years ago

arysani

March 24 2012, 01:21:55 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 01:22:42 UTC

haymitch/effie, 50th hunger games; there's battle lines being drawn, nobody's right if everybody's wrong / stop, hey, what's that sound, everybody look what's going down
Her first Game to herself is the second Quarter Quell; she's honored. Her hands shake with excitement as she pulls out twice what would become usual from each glass bowl. Two boys, two girls. Finally, her turn to escort without a mentor breathing down her neck, and she gets twice the kids.

She nearly cries with excitement when she sees their awe at everything the Capitol puts at their feet. Just nearly, though; running makeup would be unacceptable. Rather, she throws herself into keeping the kids on schedule, as she's expected to do.

Vaena, Marcoh, Maysilee, Haymitch, as she comes to know them. The Hopeless District, as others come to know them. The one district left with no Victors--yet, Effie has to keep telling herself. So she prepares them as best she can. Without a proper mentor, their chances are slim. That’s no big secret. But she can help them woo the Capitol. Haymitch seems to be the only one listening; all for some girl back home, Effie’s sure.



Her heart nearly falls out of her chest when Vaena and Marcoh both fall in the initial bloodbath. She can’t get the sounds of those cannons out of her head, out of her dreams. But she holds on to hope as she watches her remaining two.

She watches closer with each day that passes in the Games, closer with each of her four that perishes. Her every second is filled with images of the games and grovelling to potential sponsors.



When she comes to Haymitch's bed, his body quickly recovering under the steady care of the Capitol in a too-bright and colorless room, he doesn't meet her eyes once. A Victor, in her first year. Not that it is unheard of, but the Capitol is buzzing with surprise.



His Victory Tour is too long, too rich, too much, he keeps complaining. She’ll never tell him so, but she’d tried to extend it as much as possible. It may have been her first year, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the government’s next move.

Effie Trinket will never forget Haymitch Abernathy’s face when he realized they’d destroyed everything he’d left behind.



For years, she only has one piece of advice outside of the aesthetic. Don’t anger them.

They never call Twelve the Hopeless District again. Her hands never shake with excitement again.

chy_tea

4 years ago

withdrawnred

4 years ago

mustinvestigate

4 years ago

withdrawnred

4 years ago

katniss/peeta, words can be like knives/they can cut you open
yesss, i love this!

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