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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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gale/katniss,

You're in love with a fantasy.
I'm in love with you.
you and i had everything, from rebirth to ruin. (1/2) katniss/gale. post-catching fire, pre-mockingjay.


This is before the war.

Or in the war. Katniss has trouble keeping track these days. There's still an IV in her arm and she hasn't seen the ruins of District 12 yet and the Games are still singed into her skin so, no, for Katniss this is before the war. It's just that the war got started long before she arrived.

Gale doesn't move from her bedside. Doctors come in and change his bandages and he doesn't so much as look away from Katniss. Katniss never looks back, but she can feel his eyes on her skin. She's used to Gale staring at her; she knows how it feels. It just took her a long time to realize what it meant.

They don't talk about Peeta. Peeta is as good as dead, she thinks to herself, and all the better if he is. Part of her screams at the thought — a large part, shrieking like the dying in her ear. Maybe part of her is dying and dies with him, but her bones are still here and that means she keeps going. Katniss is good at that.

Gale talks about the war. She wishes he wouldn't sound so excited, so alive, so hopeful of the coming order. Turns out, those rants against the Capitol from their spot in the woods weren't rants so much as wishes. Katniss understands a lot of things, looking back. But Gale doesn't just talk about the war. He talks about oxygen, about air that smells of smoke and blood, about the sweat of escape. He talks about fairytales, their childhoods, the time they found this or that in the woods, Remember, Katniss, how happy we were? Gale does most of the talking. She likes it that way, actually. It has mostly been like this, Gale talking, Katniss listening, and she closes her eyes with the scent of antiseptic in her nose and pretends it's the clean smell of the woods.

His voice is the only thing that keeps her calm these days, and everyone knows it. It surprises a lot of them, and this doesn't surprise her. They've only seen her in the Games, on their television screens, on performance. Gale isn't a part of that. They don't even know who Gale is. Katniss likes this, mostly. Gale is mine, she recalls, petty as a child. If the rest of the world wants Katniss to be the symbol of something, then surely she gets to keep a few things to stop her hands from shaking.

On the fourth day of her stay, verging on her last, she tugs on Gale's wrist. He has been studying some technical manual by the side of her bed, one hand holding the pages open, the other wrapped in hers, the thumb on her pulse like he needs to be sure she's still breathing. When she pulls at Gale, he looks up from the book already halfway to a question. What's wrong, What is it, Do you love me, Do you know now, Katniss doesn't care to think which it is. But she tugs on Gale's wrist until he stands, and then when she pulls him toward her bed he ever so slowly crawls in next to her, shifting in the tiny space so that her head can rest on his chest. There it is, she thinks, almost like sighing into a warm bath. The sign of life beneath. She'd know Gale's heartbeat anywhere. Some things are old and familiar to her: the woods, Prim, the snap of a bow, Gale. She might not be the same anymore, and neither are they, but they feel the same to her.

They lie there for a long time before either of them speaks. Katniss dozes off and on again, calmed by the beat beneath her ear. When one of them does speak, it's him, whispering he loves her against her ear, lips just brushing her skin. She grips the sheets, remembering the last time.

"I'm not the same," she tells him, eyes at the flickering lights in the ceiling. "I'm not the same."

anythingbutgrey

4 years ago

sj0126

4 years ago

sweet_iolanthe

4 years ago

johanna/cato, a man in love with a woman from a different era? i see an insurmountable problem.

also known as: that time travel au where cato and johanna fall in love and have a lot of sex.
omg, it's happening. stay tuned plz.
johanna/gale, i took a faith full leap and packed up all my things and all my love and gave them to somebody else
Reciprocity Johanna/Gale, G

I don't like repeating things. Like waking, only to sleep again. Like loving, only to lose again.

"But that's life," he tells me as I nurse a bottle to my heart. The bottle is not warm, but his breath is and I lean towards his mouth without thinking. "Then maybe I don't want to live."

---

He comes to me when he thinks I'm afraid. I don't have the heart to tell him he is, too.

There are days that I even let him put his head on my shoulder. I let him feel like his slight weight and the hands that catch mine give me comfort. I let him because I don't have the heart.

And maybe he knows, and that's why he stays.

---

The words are hollow when I first say them.

"I love you."

I've said them before, you see, and repetition emptied them of meaning. But when I see his eyes and the something behind them that I thought I would never see again, he fills them back up without knowing.

I drown and he holds me.

"Let go," he commands with the gentleness I don't deserve, and I surrender with the love that he does.
cato/clove, she tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair
katniss/gale, i don't know the city, but it isn't home
finnick/annie, we're all mad here.
YES. If only I didn't want sleep so very much...

lit_wolf

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

gale/katniss, Just because there once was love don't mean a thing, don't mean a thing
cato/clove, hold you like a python
Mini drabble fill!

She holds him close at night, one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other wrapped around her favorite knife. The Capitol thinks it’s sweet. “How close those two are,” they croon, “How nice to them supporting each other.” Then they turn around and place bets on which of them will betray the alliance first. She knows they have nothing on the District 12 Tributes and their gag inducing romance ploy, but it can’t hurt to play it up a bit. She holds Cato close and presses a biting kiss against his neck, imagining the way his blood will stain her hands when she finally cuts his throat.
cato/clove,

Can you crush me
In the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
There's nobody else who can
victors, hearts recycled but never saved
gale/katniss, gale is reaped with her and they end up as the final two in the arena.
finnick i am the master of my fate: i am the captain of my soul ( - and other mantras that will get you killed)

_ark_angel_

March 29 2012, 02:16:52 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 31 2012, 06:26:48 UTC

Finnick, Invictus, T

Out of the night that covers me. Another night. Another buy. I tuck away this rot inside of me. Let it fester on the inside, keeping me smiling on the outside.



It’s all a show, this grand facade. They think they have me, think they’ve taken the deepest part of me. But my unconquerable soul is an ocean and its heart has abandoned this body. I’ve given it away on a string to a girl. I don’t need it, not here.



Through the torture and the pain, through the endless assault, I have not winced nor cried aloud. I am as stoic as the cliffs of Dover. I will perform like the tides.



They will not break me with their Games. Not now. Not ever. In my compliance I am not complacent, but collecting. I steal secrets, I trade lies. They will not win this battle – my head is bloody, but unbowed.



When I am home, when I am beyond this place of wrath and tears, I am free. I am with my heart. It is calm and it is steady.



The return to the slaughter, to the Games, is before me. It finds and shall find me unafraid – I will go back, I will not run. They would win, should I falter.



I stay. I perform. I fuck and I tease. I trade words and I make plans. I play their Games while laying my own. They think they have me under their thumb but they forget, I am still the master of my fate. I will always be the captain of my soul.

chipsplease

4 years ago

dreamfall_nnwm

4 years ago

dreamfall_nnwm

4 years ago

chipsplease

4 years ago

johanna, winning her hunger games - badass bitch, i'm rated x; i'm gifted, ain't gotta sell sex

throwback to 2010!
Ooh. I'll be back for this.

herosquad

4 years ago

herosquad

4 years ago

heliconian_julz

4 years ago

chipsplease

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta Genderswap-unwillingly following the boy you love into the games, your own mother knowing that he'll win, admitting to the districts that you came with him.

my_maverick

March 29 2012, 14:28:23 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 14:30:52 UTC

Katniss/Peeta, you recognise love after the fact, g (1/3) genderswap, spoilers for hg I guess


It is the day of the Reaping. You wear a dress that has seen three other girls safely through their years of danger and your father says, maybe their luck will rub off on you. Your mother remarks that four times is once too much for luck.



When they pick Primrose Everdeen, you know it's a death sentence. No twelve year old has ever survived the first day in the arena, let alone won the games. The crowd murmurs behind you and you can hear them shuffling angrily, twelve years old is too young, it's not fair, he won't make it through the first hour, and on the screen tiny little Prim is tucking in his shirt and taking a shaky step.

no! a voice says, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

(you can still recall the first time you saw Katniss Everdeen: alone on stage, his dark eyes caught yours and he smiled and began to sing and you knew in that moment you were a goner. A decade on and the memory of his voice still echoes in your bones)

no. Katniss says again and the entire district looks for him in surprise. There he is, fighting his way forward, pushing past the peacekeepers to block Prim's path to the stage.

i volunteer as tribute he says and it's the bravest thing you've ever seen in your life, the way he hands his sobbing brother to another tall, dark-haired boy and walks to the stage with his head held high. You wonder if anyone else sees the way his hand clutches the railing as though it's the only thing keeping him from turning around and taking it all back.

When he reaches the stage, there's no more time for thinking because they're ready for the girls now and your heart has already started beating in double time. You can hear blood pounding in your ears and the quiet roar of every fibre of your being praying not me, not me, please not me. The odds are in your favour, your name is only in there four times. Four times out of hundreds, there's no way it'll be you.

Effie plucks a name from the bowl and for the second time today, you feel as though the wind has been knocked out of you.



They give you three minutes. Three minutes to say goodbye to everyone you love because there's little chance you're making it back here and you're not stupid enough to pretend otherwise. Your sisters cannot contain their tears. They tell you you'll make it far enough, that they hope it will be quick. Your father's eyes are rimmed in red and although he says nothing, he holds you for the first time in years.

Your mother stands by the door, dry-eyed and quiet. maybe we'll have a winner this year she says but everyone in the room knows she doesn't mean you.

my_maverick

4 years ago

my_maverick

4 years ago

familiardevil

4 years ago

onlifeboats

4 years ago

haymitch(/katniss)

and if my woman was a fire
she'd burn out before i wake
and be replaced by pints of whiskey
cigarettes and outer space
haymitch/katniss (unrequited)

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
Katniss/Madge, "make me dirty"
Gale/Katniss - but I cannot escape you in my dreams
Peeta + Annie - developing a friendship after being tortured in the Capitol
Seconded.

autumnrae89

4 years ago

xx_pinkstar

4 years ago

autumnrae89

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

autumnrae89

4 years ago

Haymitch/Katniss/Peeta || Booze, passion, and frosting

xx_pinkstar

March 29 2012, 00:54:53 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 00:59:34 UTC

Katniss + Finnick - being high on all the pain pills during Mockingjay, bonding ensues. Perhaps featuring Exasperated!Gale+Haymitch
Haymitch/Katniss, Finnick/Annie || Modern Day AU (College) || Katniss & Annie are roommates at University and they’re both hot for teacher
lolll i love this!

JD_Pendergast

4 years ago

president snow, his thoughts as the triumphant victors return to district 12 (aka the last scene in the movie)
i'm all over this

mysticandsevere

4 years ago

gydas

4 years ago

Peeta Everything else is frosting.
cato/glimmershoot me to the ground you are mine, i am yours
Perfect prompt.