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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Katniss, AU in which the 3rd Quarter Quell is just like the 1st one - the districts must select their tributes. Who she decides to vote for, and who ultimately is reaped. (Could be Katniss herself, or not)
katniss (or katniss/gale) - oh the tumbling reservations at the heart of my mistakes
katniss, 'cause even when the roses die, there's still some thorns left in your side
cato/clove, holding onto the moment we let go of life, we bought the ticket so we'll take the ride
District Twelve (anyone from 12 or the people there in general) - so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Original characters, the voting of tributes for the 25th Hunger Games
Part 1 of 2

It wasn’t a secret ballot. That would have defeated the purpose. No, each person over the age of 18 had to register their vote when they arrived, the huge screen displaying each person presently registering with the caption of their vote in huge block letters, and the list was instantly updated and available. There had been talk of each person having to stand in front of the boy and girl he or she was voting for, but the capitol had reluctantly dropped that idea as too time-consuming. So their pictures were up with the names of who they were voting for, and the rest of the screen was divided up with pictures of the kids who had votes, the more votes they had the bigger the picture.

Almost nobody voted for the most advantaged kids. They might have if it had been a secret ballot, might have been glad on some level to see the most powerful, the ones who never had to take any tesserae chosen—but advantaged kids came from powerful families, and those families would punish those who voted for them. They chose among the families who would have no recourse. Smaller families, mostly, so there wouldn’t be too many angry aunts and uncles and older siblings. Poor families. Kids with disabilities were chosen a lot.

Little Kitty Pierst had a lot of votes. Everyone said it was a miracle she’d lived to thirteen, she couldn’t possibly last much longer. She sat clenching her eyes and refusing to look at the screen, shuddering, with her best friend Tamma holding her in a tight hug, telling her she was going to live forever, she wasn’t allowed to die.

Jed Karnon was the early favorite for the boys, he was eighteen and mean, mean enough some of them thought maybe he could even win. But then he met Old Man Tosa’s eyes, and Tosa, one of the richest men in District 12, went all white and then in that mysterious way information moves through crowds without anyone seeming to really say it, it got around to those who hadn’t voted yet that anyone who voted for Jed was getting blacklisted from Tosa’s three grocery stores, and he votes pretty much stopped.

Kenny Tucker started getting more votes, then. He was a good boy, but a halfwit. Couldn’t manage to learn reading or figuring to save his life. Which maybe it would have, though nobody would have been able to guess that. He was strong and a wiling worker, but he was about to start in the mines, and the men were afraid he’d do something witless and you couldn’t afford major blunders down there. Maybe it would be better for him to just die young.

Kitty’s mother started screaming, trying to draw attention to other girls, to point out how they would be better choices, and the nearest father of one of them pushed through the crowd and punched her in the face, knocking her flat. But she got back up, blood streaming down her face, still raving, and then her eyes lit up, and she turned on Rav Kotter, and offered her fourteen-year-old, Posy, to him if he’d save her little miracle. He’d been trying to get the girl for months, and everyone knew she was terrified of him. He accepted though, and the votes on Kitty dried up, because Kotter would send his bully boys out to terrorize anyone who got between him and his new toy and nobody was willing to face that.

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phoebebeesly

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fairest1

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Haymitch/Katniss- He was her favorite way to hurt herself, he knew it. He had his own reasons for why it continued.
Cato/Clove - and he shows me/he knows me /every inch of my tar black soul
Cato/Clove - who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breath you, I'll never leave you/they would rue the day/I was alone without you
oh my god tho.

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5 years ago

Mentor!Finnick/Annie - You got the world but baby at what price? Something so strange, hard to define/ It isn't that hard boy to like you, or love you/I'd follow you down, down, down/You're unbelievable
Finnick/Annie; I'm Not Calling You A Liar; PG; 1/4..

Note: Title is from the Florence + The Machine song of the same name, and does not belong to me, nor does The Hunger Games trilogy or anything you recognize from it.

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The morning of her fourth reaping, Annie's father takes her out fishing, just the way he has every year since she was twelve.

She imagines telling the story to Caesar, imagines telling him about how she's been fishing from her father's boat since she was old enough to walk. Imagines telling him that every year when the sun hasn't quite crept over the horizon, her father knocks on her door and they walk down deserted streets together toward the sea, silent, content in each others' company. Imagines telling him that those precious hours on the water bring her peace. Bring her strength.

It's all nonsense, of course.

The truth is that her father takes her out onto the water so he can watch her row, tie knots, spear fish. The truth is that her father takes her out onto the water so that he can assure himself she's ready.

+ + + + +


When Annie was ten, eleven, twelve, she was small for her age. Fast, yes, but not particularly strong. She was decent with a trident, resourceful with a net, but who wasn't? Between her twelfth and thirteenth birthdays, she shot up six inches. Between her thirteenth and her fourteenth, she gained her grace, lost the remainder of her baby fat. She stopped tripping over her own feet and knocking over her mother's vases with wayward elbows.

Over dinner one night, her father says maybe she should consider volunteering next year.

The next thing he says is, "Pass the butter?"

"I've heard the Rivens are hiring a few extra tutors for Lydia," her mother says, raising an eyebrow. Annie vaguely remembers Lydia Riven being absolutely atrocious in geography lessons, but her parents won't be bothering with a geography tutor. Everyone knows that 'extra tutors' means combat training, really. Annie tries to remember anything else about Lydia: how tall she is, what color her eyes are, what her voice sounds like, what shoes she wore last Tuesday. It's strange, probably, that she can't remember a thing. She squeezes her eyes shut, shoving at the edges of her memory, her heart pounding for no good reason, for no reason at all. All she sees is a blank silhouette.

A blank silhouette who's terrible at geography, she reminds herself, and turns her sudden laugh into a cough.

"Well, what do you think, Annie?" Her mother asks. "Should we be looking for someone?"

"I'll think about it," Annie says, and excuses herself. She's going to go upstairs and find a picture of Lydia Riven. There must be one in the yearbook. Instead she goes upstairs and climbs into bed, pulls the covers up over her head, and closes her eyes.

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She doesn't have to volunteer, in the end.

"Annie Cresta," the escort repeats, and Annie steps forward. This morning she was a girl in a boat. She isn't quite sure what she is now, except that 'girl' probably doesn't enter into any more. But she is from District 4, and she remembers herself well enough to keep her head high and her back straight, and to smile, although she can't seem to force herself to show her teeth.

She doesn't have to volunteer, in the end. The morning of her fourth reaping, they call her name.

(When she stumbles on the stairs a hand is there to steady her, callused and warm against her elbow. She hadn't expected that for some reason. He has very blue eyes, she notes distantly, and takes her place on stage.)

+ + + + +


When her mother comes for her visit her eyes are very, very bright. She spends most of her hour reminding Annie to thank her hosts, to remember her table manners, to brush her hair 100 times every night and always eat everything on her plate.

"Oh, and that Finnick," she says. "Don't you get tangled up with him, Annie. He's much too old for you, and we all know what he gets up to."

"Of course mom," Annie says.

"Good girl," her mother says, and hugs her, presses a kiss into the top of her head. "Do us proud. And—and take care of yourself."

Her father shakes her hand, his grip a little too tight, and doesn't say anything.

and_backagain

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and_backagain

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century_fox

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arysani

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Gale/Katniss - I will love you till the end of time/I would wait a million years/Promise you'll remember that you're mine/Baby can you see through the tears


LAST ONE, I SWEAR.
in other news, can this ficathon please live forever? kthnx.
Annie/Finnick - Just when I thought it can't get no hotter / I caught a glimpse of the farmer's daughter (fisherman's daughter? :P)
Cinna/Katniss - You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream / The way you turn me on / I can't sleep / Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back
haymitch/katniss or haymitch/peeta. you’re no good for me, but baby, i want you.
WANT!!!

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I’m drowning in their sins and you’re saving me (give me time, I’ll save you then). 1/2

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There is saltwater and blood and a dark-haired, green-eyed boy in the darkness and so, it is easy for the lovely girl who went mad to imagine another boy as the other pounds into her relentlessly.

It hurts her first time and even the world inside her head cannot protect her from her own involuntary humanity. She screams and bucks and when she gasps a name, it is not of her first bidder.

Finnick is a strangled cry and the politician’s son, a nephew of President Snow, barely understands but he hears enough to know it is not his name. He marks her body for her knows he can never mark her entirely.

He leaves her before dawn but that does not mean that he will not bid for her again, given the chance. She is ethereal when she falls over the edge and her virginity is sweet on his tongue.

He leaves a necklace with a trident – his own form of torture – on his side of the bed and it is the first thing she sees when she wakes up. Dawn is greeted with her feral scream.

{The god of the sea trashes his quarters and his floor is a sea of broken glass and his skin. There is a curse on his lips and her name; tears stream from his eyes like the water from the dam that saved her.

He realizes then that he cannot save her from her salvation. He realizes that redemption is just a dolled up word for their demise. He screams and screams and screams until his throat is as raw as his Annie’s body after they played with her.

He cannot be sorry enough that he wasn’t able to protect her from the monsters, that he wasn’t able to see that the shadows she was trying to run from were real and that they had caught up to her.}

--

The second time they send for her, the mad girl is with the sea god and she can’t understand why he is shaking when she can protect her from what is to come, when she can save him because she may be demented but she knows what will happen next. She doesn’t know that it was the knowledge that frightened him, that it was the danger to her mind that has him sweating with fear.

She doesn’t understand why he takes off her clothes in front of the photographer. She doesn’t understand why he bruises her with his hands and his lips while a man sits watching with gleaming eyes. She doesn’t understand why it is him who hurts her and makes her bleed but when she comes, she comes with his name a plea on her bloody lips.

When he is done, the Capitol man applauds and snaps a picture of her. He compliments her on the tears that are freefalling from her seafoam eyes. When he leaves, her Finnick is slumped, defeated, and his apology is a broken melody.

She doesn’t understand what has come to pass but she kisses him softly because after all that has happened, it is her Finnick that is broken.

{They send for them both and he is distraught. He has done this before, with another victor, and they both knew what they are paid for. This time is different. This time, it is his Annie. This time, it will kill him.

She cries while he fucks her and his mind is on the verge of a fallout because he realizes that their first time is not of him making love to her. It is of him putting on a show for the Capitol and he hates himself, loathes himself, abhors that he is not strong enough.

When they are left alone, he cannot bear to face her because this time, he is the monster, he is the shadow that stole her sanity.

When she kisses him softly, he breaks down and he realizes that he is the mad one and she is his savior. It is him who he is broken and it is his Annie who puts him back together.}


bernsasdfghjkl

5 years ago

Katniss - How do you fix a broken soul?
katniss(/peeta), now in the dark, you're a light without a spark
gale

you're the one
that fires off your gun
then catches all the fire
when you're done
kill me dead.

poppypickle

5 years ago

Finnick/Johanna, post-Mockingjay, I miss you like you were mine
light through the branches

I would ask the same question.

Mostly through haphazard kisses peppered with the taste of hard liquor. Tracing the words down your spine; relishing the response that my fingers elicited from your mouth. I would plead my case on my knees - while throwing caution to the wind and locking dignity away in a dark far away place. The walls became my witnesses. They knew my query, knew it well. I often moaned it under my breath; my whispers linger on my pillows still.

“Do you love me?”

You would answer with harsher kisses than mine. Asking me the same question behind your eyes. Pulling the reasons from my wanting body. A body that has always - and will always - answer only to you. There was a theory in my hair that you never grabbed gently. Or how about your fingers digging into my arched hips as an answer to my enquiry? You would make love to me until the sun rose. Then you would rise with it - giving me my answer.

“No.”

I was a fool to think you could belong to me. She was as radiant as the sun that kissed her face. And I was as dark as the shadows the trees cast across mine. In the end I’d like to think knew that I had no chance. That I wasn’t blinded by my own stupidity. That my emotions never clouded my judgment. That the answer to my question would never change. You respected me too much to lie. (Or that’s what I would like to think.) But still, I would ask.

Do you love me?

As I mourned the loss of you, I found the answer yet again. Not in the passion you generally bestowed on me - in a twisted form of pity. But in the river of my tears. They traced your words across my face.

No.

nicalyse

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prettywitch

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sabaceanbabe

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prettywitch

5 years ago

sabaceanbabe

5 years ago

Cato/Clove, throwing stones at a glass moon
any mentor; and i would have stayed up all night, had i known how to save a life
never strong enough; haymitch; pg

The year after he wins, he doesn't know what to do.

The memories of what he did are still running through his dreams - he can still see the ax crushing into her skull, can still see the look of abject terror on her face.

The children (because that's all they are, just fucking children and this whole situation is fucked beyond belief) stare at him, wide-eyed. There's never been a Twelve Victor in their lifetimes.

He doesn't know what to say to these children, who trust in him so much.

"I still can't tell you how I won," he says after a moment, and his words are clear; the slurring comes later, comes after years of loss, of being unable to save. "I tricked them but there's no way they're going to let something like that happen again. The only advice I can give you is to stay alive. Don't run into the fray at the beginning. Don't fight the Careers unless you have to, but when you have to kill do it without regret."

"That's all you have?" the boy asks, and his mouth falls open a bit. Haymitch doesn't know his name - has taken care not to internalize their names.

Haymitch nods. "I wish I could be more help, but the Games - they're rigged against you. No one in the Capitol wants you to win. It sounds evil but that's what they are."

The girl doesn't say a word.

*

When they're killed, too early, too soon, he allows himself a moment to close his eyes, to try to smash down the aching in his chest, in his bones.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, to them - Elle and Patrick, such nice kids, so young, too fucking young. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

That doesn't change.

wakemexsoftly

5 years ago

bankingonamyth

5 years ago

Peeta/Katniss, Catching Fire, you could love me if I knew how to lie
Careers, deliver me from being perfect and complete
whoa.

sing_song_sung

March 28 2012, 18:22:19 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 28 2012, 18:22:31 UTC

katniss/clove, i was a dangerous girl, you were too nice for this world
oooooh goooood prompt
Finnick/Annie, you haven't come this far to fall off the earth