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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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peeta/katnissthe less he is able to make the connection between what he sees when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression
annie/finnick, "she came here with me."

downbythebay_4

March 29 2012, 16:48:09 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 16:55:38 UTC

annie/finnick, star-crossed, PG/PG-13, general spoilers for Mockingjay
Lyrics from “The Parting Glass,” Irish traditional.


The countdown sounded. Mere seconds before any of the other tributes quite knew what to do, there was a splash, and Annie’s platform was empty. Finnick scanned the water, bodies jettisoning through the surf toward the cornucopia, and one that was headed for him. The platform was not built for two, but with some effort he managed to pull Annie up.

She sat with her feet hanging over the edge. He knelt down beside her as she tossed her seaweed hair over her shoulder and struggled to clear the saltwater from her nose and mouth.

“Oh Finnick,” she sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck. Finnick pressed a hand to her back and pulled her wet body close to his.

“Shh,” he said

“What do we do?” she lamented, her hand on his cheek.

“Shh,” Finnick stroked her hair, kissed her brow and pressed his forehead against hers. “We make them forget they ever heard of the star-crossed lovers from District 12.”

Annie nudged him away gently. Looking out across the water, the sand surrounding the cornucopia was already stained red with blood.

“It’s no use,” Annie said. “We might as well die here.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen,” he said, shifting carefully on the platform. He put his body between her and the cornucopia forcing her gaze across the open water.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you” he gripped her hand with both of his and pressed it to his lips. “I swear.”

Annie choked on a sob. “I won’t go without you, Finnick. I’m just so tired. I’m so very tired.”

Finnick swallowed and forced a smile. “Do you remember the song I used to sing to you, when I snuck under your window at night, when the moon was full and the breeze was warm?”

Annie nodded as he wiped her tears away with his fingers and she opened her throat to coo the first words that came to her.

“If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile, there is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled.”

Finnick nodded, thankful to have heard her sing one last time. He brushed his fingers over her cheeks and lips and nose; Annie laughed and he finished for her.

“Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart in thrall. I gently rise and softly call—”

Finnick pressed his lips to hers as he reached down to unbuckle the belt around her waist.

“You go first,” he said. “I’ll be right behind you. I promise.”

Annie offered him her hands, and he helped her slide back into the water. She sank down, turned on to her back, and gently kicked away from the platform.

Finnick stood and took off his own belt. It was still in his hand as he gave a dramatic bow, tipping his chin toward the sky.

“Goodnight and joy be with you all.”

With that he dove off the platform and swam after Annie. There were still a few tributes in the water, but they swam toward the island as he and Annie swam away. Her strength failed sooner than he expected, and perhaps that was a good thing.
She panted, trying to keep her head above the water and Finnick drew her toward him.

“Put your legs around me,” he said. “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

Annie nodded settling close to his chest, her face inches from his.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. In that moment it was like they were the only two people in the world, with nothing between them but water. He pressed his lips to hers and held them together until the air was gone from his lungs.

Was that over the top? I feel like that was over the top.

electrumqueen

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

lit_wolf

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

cinna - forget your high society; i'm soakin' it in kerosene
omg this prompt ♥

neuxue

4 years ago

neuxue

4 years ago

mysticandsevere

4 years ago

Katniss, we accept the love we think we deserve
cinna, post-mockingjay; it's the greatest comeback since lazarus
So much love.

redbells

4 years ago

electrumqueen

4 years ago

gigglemonster

4 years ago

Prim, post-Mockingjay AU, And the mirror's gonna tell her/How long she's been gone/Sister's comin' home

jacyevans

March 29 2012, 14:39:31 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 14:39:46 UTC

sister's comin' home - Prim, Katniss, PG-13, spoilers through Mockingjay (Part 1/2)


"Teach me how to hunt," Prim says one morning, when the early morning light just begins to filter through the curtains in the kitchen.

Katniss doesn't answer; she's been home for a week now, and she hasn't said a word, just stares blankly out the window or at the fire in the hearth.

Peeta takes her by the shoulders, gently pushing her down into a chair at the table. He's been living with them since they returned from the Capitol, taking care of Katniss, baking bread in their kitchen, sleeping in what used to be their mother's room. Prim wonders if it's permanent.

He places a loaf of bread on a plate in front of Katniss and pushes it right under her nose until she begins to eat mechanically, without tasting a thing.

Prim watches her and her heart hurts.

"Give her time," Peeta says quietly.

--

Prim passes the bow and arrows in their place next to the stairs several times a day - her father's set, not the fancy one Katniss brought back from the Capitol. She pretends they don't exist, ignores their presence.

Just like her sister does everything else.

Greasy Sae comes by a few times a week with stew from her stall in what used to be the merchant's square. All that remains now are blown out buildings, new foundations half-erected in their place. Her granddaughter plops down on the floor, unraveling a ball of yarn. Buttercup eyes the blue thread predatorily.

She catches Prim eyeing the bow, ladles stew into a bowl, and nonchalantly mentions, "You know, I haven't had fresh game in a while. Would thicken up the stew."

Prim startles, eyes going wide, but Greasy Sae ignores her, reaching over to shove Buttercup off of the table. Her granddaughter giggles from the floor.

--

Katniss wakes up screaming.

She almost always does, a loud wail that wakes Prim in the middle of the night, sending her scrambling for her sister's room. She pulls Katniss into her arms, strokes her hair until she quiets.

"It was just a dream," Prim says quietly, laying her back down, drawing circles with her thumb on Katniss' knuckles until she falls back to sleep.

--

Sometimes, Prim hates her sister, envies her the ability to close her eyes and shut out the world.

She knows it isn't fair, knows she could never begin to imagine what Katniss went through - twice in the arena at the Hunger Games, a third time in the streets at the Capitol, but Prim was there, too.

She remembers the fire, the heat, remembers her back hitting the ground while dust and glass and blood rained down. Most of all, she remembers the pain, burning down her chest and across her skin and thinking, So this is what dying feels like.

She never expected to wake up at all, never mind in a hospital bed at the Capitol with only her mother at her side.

The same morning, Katniss assassinated President Coin.

jacyevans

4 years ago

gehayi

4 years ago

jacyevans

4 years ago

Katniss, fears about having children who'll be tortured to get to her or dead in the Games don't vanish just because the Capital and the Games have
She sees where things are going before Peeta does, and she sends a note to Dr. Cornelius. He sends her an odd-looking device and instructions on how to use it, and Katniss gives herself a birth-control implant.

After the toasting, after registering their union at the brand-new Justice Building, Peeta broaches the subject of children.

"Ask me again, in a year," Katniss tells him.

He accepts that. Slowly, she grows used to life with him, life without the Capitol or the Games. District 12 starts to come back to life.

But her dreams tell her a different story. In her dreams, the Capitol children who are blown to pieces are her children. The Avox who waits on her, blood dribbling from her mouth, is her daughter. Her son is cut down at the Cornucopia.

"Ask me again, in a year," she tells Peeta after one year's gone.

He's as good as his word, never pushing, never pleading, except that one time every year. But she sees him as he talks to the growing families around them, sees the longing in his eyes every time he holds a baby or plays with a chubby toddler.

And she wishes she could give him this, the one thing he ever asks of her. It's just that . . .

She's never been so afraid of anything. Even when Prim was called at the reaping, the gut-deep terror was mitigated by the fact that she could do something.

This, she can't. Every time she thinks of children, she sees starving bodies. Bodies mangled and torn by the Games or by the Capitol's torturers. Leverage against her for what she's done, or what someone else has done.

"Ask me again, in a year," she keeps saying as she gets a new implant. The hope starts to leach out of Peeta's eyes, and she wonders why he stays with her.

It's because he loves her, she knows, and, slowly, it begins to penetrate, like the sun's rays softening the earth in spring. He's willing to sacrifice potential fatherhood because he wants her like he wants nothing else.

She remembers her father telling her, once, "Fear is an emotion. Courage is a decision."

So she decides. No more implants. She'll believe in the future, for once.

Peeta's thrilled as her belly starts to swell, and it warms her heart while doing nothing to stop the chilling of her bones. Pregnancy is terrible. Not physically; she has no morning sickness and feels fine. But she feels her child move within her and knows, soul-deep, that this child could break her like nothing else.

She wakes up screaming, night after night. Peeta holds her and sings to her.

"What are we doing?" she sobs to him. "How can we bring a child into a world like this?"

"It's our world now, Katniss," he says. "It's our future to shape. It's her future to shape." He's convinced the baby is a girl, wants so badly for it to be a girl. "Trust her. Trust yourself."

She can't, but she trusts him. It's enough for the moment.

The baby is born on a bright spring morning. It is a girl, much to Peeta's joy, and, to Katniss's surprise, hers as well. She realizes she's been letting the Capitol take this from her as well as everything else, and she vows to be present for her daughter's life. They won't get her.

Peeta cuddles them close, and they look down at this thing they've created. "What will we call her?" Peeta asks.

It's something Katniss has given much thought to. She won't name her daughter after any of the dead, that much is certain. Her daughter must have a name that means hope for the future, not grief for the past.

And, as she touches the pale fluff on the baby's head, she knows what to name her.

"Dandelion," she says. "That's her name. Dandelion."

Peeta chuckles. "I guess it is. Dandelion." He smiles that crooked smile of his. "I like it."

The first Dandelion of spring suckles at her breast, and Katniss hopes.

gehayi

4 years ago

honorh

4 years ago

wicked_g

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, We've played the final game/Now we both remain/Froze beneath your jealous sky
Haymitch, Bourbon laughter — ghosts — and history
Katniss: AU in which Peeta is killed in the 74th Hunger Games.
Katniss. Home. 1/2

The word "Victor" feels bitter as it passes through his teeth with a snarl of a smile as he stood in front of her. She did not let herself cry, not now, not anymore, as he placed the crown atop her head, but she was worried, for a split second, that maybe she'd crumble from the weight.

(It wasn't really heavy, not in the literal term. But it was created of the bones of the dead, dead because of her. It was glued together with their blood. And there was an addition to it this year, amongst the almost fernlike gold that danced upon her head, there were jewels. Blue jewels, and they seemed to reach out to her when she looked at them, reach out to her in a way that only one other pair of eyes had, in the rain, in a dark cave, as he took one of her arrows and stabbed himself in the heart with it and asked for one more kiss. Their addition didn't escape her.)

The crowd cheered, probably, maybe, but she didn't hear it, she just saw the hollow color of his eyes as he turned away from her, the smell of roses and blood (or maybe that was just lodged forever in her now) flirting across her. She was supposed to smile, but they didn't try and make her. Their story was the Capitols, they all knew it, and they all watched as the boy who loved her for his entire life made sure he died just so that she could live and go home.

(Would she really live though? Would she go home? No, on both accounts, and she knew that damn well. She wanted to curse him, she wanted to smack his face again like she did after he fell onto the ground with the blood all over him. His blood was on her, she didn't care, she slapped him, the fool why, why why are you doing this to me and kissed him. She remembered fairy tales, kisses that brought life back to a soul, but with his blood all over her, her arrow still in his hand off to the side, she felt his life ebb away.)

The train ride back was quiet. Maybe. If it wasn't, she didn't notice. Haymitch sat next to her, nursing his drink the whole time. She wished that she could say something, maybe something about how he was Haymitch's favorite or something, but it couldn't pass her mouth. Nothing seemed to be able to.

(The last thing she said was his name. She screamed it, pleaded, cried, and tore it into the damn Arena. She guessed that they announced her as the winner – victor – but all she heard was her voice ripping at the back of her throat, his name, his name. When they brought her up to fix her up, she still was saying his name. They had to put her under, quick, before she'd hurl them all away to just get back to his cold lifeless body.)

It wasn't a Welcome Home. Everyone cheered for her, she saw, but she didn't offer a smile. The cameras caught that. Haymitch pushed her forward by the small of her back, and she found herself in front of her family. She bent down to Prim, wanted to call her Little Duck, or maybe tell her I came back, I told you I'd come back, but her keeping her promise hurt more than any death she could imagine so instead she just enveloped her little sister into a bone crushing hug.

(Was Prim afraid of this hug? She wrapped her arms around her big sister as well, but was she afraid that these hands that killed, that had to be scrubbed raw to get rid of all the blood on them, was she scared that in this hug Katniss would forget that the Arena was gone – well it wasn't gone, not really, not ever – and squeeze until she lost her breath? Katniss shut her eyes at these thoughts and then pulled herself back up.)

hotpiexoxo

4 years ago

wicked_g

4 years ago

century_fox

4 years ago

hotpiexoxo

4 years ago

gale/katniss, AU where gale volunteers for prim
haymitch/effie; in my dreams i was drowning my sorrows, but my sorrows, they learned to swim
gale/katniss, adultery a la crickets' blood on our lips
Johanna, and little people know when little people fight / we may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite

(for that person who liked the Les Mis prompts ;))
I've been thinking of that song for Rue for a looong time now!

harry_styles

March 29 2012, 04:16:39 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 04:17:31 UTC

peeta/katniss the world is over but i don't care cause i am with you
bloodbath tributes, who will wake them? no one ever will / no one ever told 'em that a summer day can kill
gale/katniss, and now all your love is wasted? and then who the hell was i?
OMG

gigglemonster

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta. Grease AU
But see, I feel like it would have to be genderswapped, because Katniss would make a better Danny (with Gale as her Kenickie) than Peeta would.

(For some reason I have this mental image of Jennifer-Lawrence-as-Katniss making fun of Peeta's pressed shirts or something...)

hotpiexoxo

4 years ago

arysani

4 years ago

hotpiexoxo

4 years ago

arysani

4 years ago

hotpiexoxo

4 years ago

century_fox

4 years ago

autumnrae89

4 years ago

katniss & johanna, your boldness stands alone among the wreck
i need it though
seneca crane (+ cinna, if you are so inclined), this is my idea of fun, playing video games

cherrims

March 29 2012, 07:13:36 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 07:15:05 UTC

clove, now you're all gone/got your makeup on/and you're not coming back
amazing prompt is amazing
Finnick/Johanna - Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep loving you
Oh.

a_fallen_girl

4 years ago

nicalyse

4 years ago

nicalyse

4 years ago

a_fallen_girl

4 years ago

nicalyse

4 years ago

zombys

March 29 2012, 08:40:49 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 09:03:13 UTC

johanna/finnick, when i need you, i need it quickly
Cato/Clove, they're the only two left when the 2 victors rule gets revoked by the gamemakers
So Long and Goodnight PG-13

She doesn't want to do it. Now that they made it this far and believed they will be going home to District 2 she began to fall for him. She wondered what life would be for them. She imagined a love formed out of darkness. Now that this was announced, now that she has been deceived her world was crashing down.

Her eyes were blurred with tears as he screamed at the top of his lungs to do it. She is shaking her head saying she can't. She really can't. But even if she took her own life...he wouldn't let her attempt it. He promised he would not let her die. He told her before the games that she was the only one he ever cared for....now it's becomming a burden.

In her blurry haze she sees his sword....gleaming in the sunlight. The blade was thrust forward and the silver disappears. And the sight of red crimson dripping from his new wound woke her from her stupor.

"CATO!" She screamed in anguish as he fell to the ground. She fell to her knees craddling his head in her arms. He spent his last breaths making one last stroke on her cheek. She let out a wail as she burried hear head into his chest.

Drenched in blood and broken beyond belief she heard the canon fire.

wanderinghope

4 years ago

kolms

4 years ago

ellisaco

4 years ago

lorastyrell

4 years ago

kolms

4 years ago