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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Mockingjay gen - we have so much to answer for, we asked for help to start this war

[this entire song, really]
Effie/Haymitch "There's something, something about this place--something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face." (or the whole song)
peeta, and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
Seconded. Like woah.
peeta (after the hunger games) my love has dressed me like a clown
oh i get such angsty!peeta feelings from this prompt!
gale/johanna, i'm in pieces, feels like peace is the only thing i'll never know

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finnick/johanna, everyone has a secret, oh, can they keep it? (or really the entirety of maroon 5's secret)

harry_styles

April 2 2012, 00:13:27 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 2 2012, 00:14:15 UTC

peeta/katniss we're always on display, let's run and hide
I said this in jest to a friend and then realized that, all jokes aside, I wanted it like burning because I am a freak.

74th Tributes--at least Cato, Clove, Thresh, Peeta, Katniss, but more if you decide to interrupt events earlier: electromagnetic pulse from the sun (or other deus ex machina-esque event--don't care) shatters all electronics, the capitol shuts down and people start to starve, the shield around the arena flickers and dies--and suddenly the Tributes have a better chance of survining than anyone else in society. Especially if they work together. 'Course, first they have to be convinced that the game's over.
neeeeeeeeeeeeed

insideways

5 years ago

AU/Crossover (Zombieland) || The District 12 tributes, when not plagued by nightmares, have strange dreams (visions) from a previous life. Where they also fought, lived, and survived together.

Tallahassee = Haymitch, Columbus = Peeta, Wichita/Krista = Katniss, and Little Rock = Primrose
I kind of love you.

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

hothobbit

5 years ago

AU/Crossover (HP) || All of Panem will know your name...The Boy Who Lived through the 1st Annual Hunger Games
Oh god, I might try this. Would it be awful if I made the other tributes other HP characters too? And, any shipping preferences? (No promises on this, but its too good to not at least attempt it.)

hothobbit

5 years ago

mushu_9701

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hothobbit

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trustingno1

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hothobbit

5 years ago

mushu_9701

5 years ago

trustingno1

5 years ago

general, greek gods/goddesses
YES. Katniss has always reminded me of Athena.

arysani

5 years ago

cato/clove; but now we've stepped into a cruel world / where everybody stands and keeps score

miss_mady

April 2 2012, 03:03:50 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 2 2012, 03:15:00 UTC

cato/clove, the cruelest part of life is unsaid, PG-13, 821 words (1/2).


The bedtime stories are the old Hunger Games. The walls are plastered with past Victors' pictures. Streets are named after their Victors; buildings are anointed with them too. Shadows of old victories, old arenas, old games follow the children from birth until they cannot be Reaped anymore. No matter where they turn, they cannot escape.


It is what Cato grows up with. At age 6, he gets into his first fight at school. He intimidates the other boy so that the boy takes the blame, although it is obviously Cato's. At 10, he begins training for the Hunger Games. If he is chosen as tribute in 2 years, he will still be the strongest of the bunch. (He knows he won't go in two years; there are many other volunteers who are itching, striving, hoping, socialized to go.) The first whispers of brutal are attached to his name. (There he is, that's Cato. Everyone's scared of him. He's brutal.) He soaks up the words as attention, builds up his strength like armor, shows everyone how brutal he can be.

Clove is younger than Cato, but far more deceiving and manipulative. She is smaller and faster, more sly and more disingenuous. (Cato has no pretenses; he is stony and violent and built.) She is vicious. It is she who leads the training groups in District 2 in agility and handiness. No one matches her skills with knives. She wears her accomplishments like badges of honor, refusing to allow anyone undermine her, or underestimate her.


Cato makes the mistake of equating her size with presumed lack of skill. It is before he sees her clutch her knives as if they are extensions of herself (aren't they; both are quick and sharp and much, much too painful), before he sees those knives hit every target straight in the center, before she is sitting on his chest, somehow pinning him down despite their difference in weight and height, the edge of the knife pressing dangerously, deliciously close to the muscle that flexes his neck. She leans close, dragging the knife downwards slowly, lightly -- yet still enough to open a line of blood, the rich color trickling down -- and he does not dare move.

The knife is cold and all he can do is glare at her; it is his fault the line of blood deepens as he jerks back slightly in response to her high giggle. She is mirthful and youthful, yet dangerous and cruel in the entertainment she takes in at his expense. Clove draws the knife back, examining the blood closely before turning around slightly and throwing it in the air, seemingly at nothing, until he realizes that she has hit a target straight in the center. Cato does not know the sensation of being impressed, but he is taken aback by her skill.

"That was fun," she says, her voice still young, her eyes dark brown. She leans down and uses her finger to trace the blood, pressing more deeply than she needs to, just to watch him wince.

He is left alone a few minutes later, still lying on the ground, staring into empty space.

miss_mady

5 years ago

caesar flickerman, knowing that 23 of the 24 kids he meets will die.
Old fic written pre-movie, but I did this here if you're interested. :)
seneca/any of the tributes, don't stand so close to me
WANT WANT WANT
Katniss/Peeta, Katniss/Haymitch, now you're just somebody that I used to know

take it any direction you want.
Katniss/Gale - She always had a thing 'bout falling in love with a bad boy...

lit_wolf

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

lit_wolf

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

Any, "the most powerful weapon on Earth is the human soul on fire"
Haymitch: “But for Willie McBride it all happened again. And again, and again, and again and again.”
victors, it's so hard to be a saint in the city
Hey! I know its been ages since this prompt was posted and i know its pretty short but i thought i'd give it a shot! Enjoy!

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Title: its hard to be a saint in the city
Author: candlelitdusk
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Finnick/Johanna
Category: not really angst, not really romance but something in between and far from romantic.
Summary: Finnick and Johanna meet in a Capitol nightclub.

He is dressed in the resplendent silver os come softer than silk material, stretched across his broad chest, the buttons strain as his chest puffs out. He steps into the club. He becomes Finnick Odair, the Victor. He doesn’t look anyone in the eye but he feels their gazes burning holes in his shirt, devouring the sight of his taut posterior in flawlessly tailored trousers. He appraises the room. An azure-skinned girl at the bar spills her drink as briefly, momentarily, their eyes meet. He skims straight past and lets his eyes fall on his mirror image, the same purposeful haughtiness, appraising the room. Johanna smirks as she too catches sight of him. You’ve outdone yourself, her eyes seem to say as her face twists into a smirk; she rakes her eyes down his frame and feels them on his skin like nails down his back in a moment of passion. She too has outdone herself. He lets his eyes wander as he saunters towards her. Her dress wraps around her like a coal-black flame, beginning at her chest in two peaks over her breasts and twisting around her, leaving her back to the open air and only just covering her arse. Her skin glows blue under the dance floor lights and, for a minute, Finnick almost stalls – for a moment she is unrecognisable, she looks just like the Capitol socialites he spends every waking hour fucking into headboards. But the moment passes, the light shifts and under the too-warm yellow she looks again like Johanna – Jo – flawless skin, cupids bow lips and stormy eyes.

“Finn.”

“Jo.”

An avox strategically draped in an iridescent toga proffers them a tray of brightly coloured, deceptively flaming shots – compliments of the house. Silently they each raise a glass to each other and let the cool liquid run down their throats. Neither can get used to the fruity essence of Capitol liquor, none of the bite of anything either of them are used to from home. But remaining nonchalant they down another. Finnick nods dismissively at the avox who them shrinks away. Both of them feel the irony like knives to their throats – Princes and Princesses to the very masses they are enslaved by.
So later, when they fuck in one of the club’s spacious toilet stalls, even when a hand with a camera surreptitiously appears under the door, they don’t hold back. They forget the names of people and places that weigh down on them in every other moment – Annie, Four, Seven.

And in a dark, shadowed corner of their hearts, they have both resigned themselves to the fact that their hearts and minds have turned to stone.

Now as they crash and grind and chip away at one another, in the same dark shame-filled shadows of that hidden place, they each excuse themselves in a moment of complete unbridled humiliation. Its hard to be a saint in the city.
peeta/katniss; we're on fire tonight
Cato/Clove, after the announcement that two tributes if both come from the same district can win
Twist - Cato & Clove - teen


She’d planned his death carefully, as he must have planned hers. A knife in the throat, flung from a distance – the small one she kept concealed in her boot, the one he didn’t know about. She had to throw it; she’d never beat him if they went hand-to-hand, and she had to be careful of his sword.

Clove had his death all planned. And then they went and changed the rules.

For a few moments, she and Cato simply stood in stunned silence. The thick, hot air seemed to thrum around them. Clove was intensely aware of her own stuttering heartbeat, of her breath as it fanned her lips.

At length Cato said, in a tone of disbelief, “Two victors. They’ve never done that before. Never.”

Like she needed to be told. She’d been studying the Games all her life, same as him. Just because he was a year older, it didn’t mean he knew more than she did.

“Only if they’re from the same district,” Clove reminded him. She fiddled with her knife hilt.

“We could both go home.”

Some small catch in his voice made her look up at him. Their eyes met for a second or two; then they glanced away again.

“Share the victory?” Clove said dubiously, studying her thumbnail as it scraped over the hilt of her knife.

“Why not?” He didn’t sound magnanimous. He didn’t sound like anything, really; his tone was completely without inflection. And yet, he had to be feeling something. In that brief moment when their eyes met … she’d seen something in his face, which she’d never noticed before. A rawness … a youthfulness

Cato was just a boy, Clove thought, for the first time in all the years they’d known each other. Just a boy.

It would certainly make things easier, she reflected, not having to worry about his sword’s proximity to her vitals. Together, they could easily take out the remaining four. Who was left, anyway? The boy from Eleven, the girl from Five, the two from Twelve…

Clove’s stomach twisted. This rule change had nothing to do with her and Cato. It was all for the two from Twelve, so the audience could swoon over the idea that the two of them might make it out alive and live happily ever after. How stupid. How insipid.

How completely like these soft, sugarcoated clowns in the Capitol.

She wanted to spit on the ground, but she held herself stiffly, remembering her audience. “Fine,” she told Cato in a tone of airy nonchalance. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”

She’d kill the remaining four – and Cato. There was no point in changing her plan, especially if he thought he could trust her. She’d kill him just as she’d meant to. Just to show them what she thought of their games.

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Ohhh, this sounds really interesting. Really hope someone writes it, because I really want to read it now!
Johanna/Finnick, Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Haymitch/Effie AU, Effie and Haymitch are young, and reaped for the games, Katniss and Peeta look on as escort and mentor (pick and choose)
Mirror, Mirror; part 1/2

The boy reminds her of herself. Or, maybe, what she imagines herself to be, some days. It was this or whatever sick punishments they could think to inflict upon her, and she knows them, they have good imaginations. She chose this. The girl...the girl she watches carefully - she is very still, and very still people are often dangerous in ways she cannot even imagine.

"He looks like he could do some killing."

She narrows her eyes and shoots a harsh glare at Peeta, whom she's never particularly liked, but recognizes something dangerous behind his eyes. She remembers watching when he snapped on live television, remembers that he was the boy without any sponsors whatsoever, but when the little girl he told Panem was his half-sister was killed right in front of his face, he turned from soft, protective sibling into cold-blooded killer. (Once upon a time, she knew that little girl - but it had been years since they had been separated, their mother carted off and their lives splint in twain. The recognition flickered in the back of her head, but she had long since stopped caring about other people.)

Peeta holds her gaze, eyes flat, challenging her. She feels like he's been challenging her for years, and it's only because the Capitol is watching that she doesn't try and prove that an Escort can be just as dangerous as a Victor - especially when she got to see the underbelly of the great machine they're both working for.

(The memory overwhelms her sometimes. The shrewd gaze of the man who looked at her and said "I like that one. She looks sharp. She'll fit right in." There was nothing left of her to scream or cry as she was separated from the little blonde girl, and hustled into the plush train comparment, treated to food the likes of which she had never had in her life, scrubbed raw and dressed in bright, tight clothes. They didn't love her, but when she was smart, they were proud of her; it was enough to keep her alive.)

On the train, the girl, Effie ("Euphemia", she had whispered), just trembles, eyes wide. The boy, Haymitch, doesn't sit, but paces, listening to them and giving one-word responses. Effie relents to all pampering, nods at all commands, centimeters from sobbing, but never letting the tears get the better of her. Katniss respects her for that. Peeta, however...he's a wild card. She's seen him be patient and soft-spoken with some Tributes, while others seem to just...push his buttons. Effie Trinket unfortunately falls in the latter category.

He sits across from the poor girl, slouched in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and the look in his eye is predatory. Katniss knows that look, but she's not his keeper, so she just lifts her compact to her face and darkens the thick black lines around her eyes. She doesn't wear their bright colors anymore, but she manages to stay en vogue by standing out and that's enough to appease them, despite her trespasses. She just has to keep it up if she wants to stay aboveground.

"Is there anything about you that isn't completely pathetic?" he asks, voice flat.

"Hey, you sick sonofabitch, you leave her alone," Haymitch says from his spot by the window. His eyes meet Peeta's and Peeta does not back down first, but neither does Haymitch look away immediately either, so that's new.

"You her knight in shining armor?"

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arysani

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