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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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cato/clove, forgive me father, for I may sin tonight
katniss, cinna, haymitch, if you tried to make a miracle you never shoulda tried.

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omg, my heart.
cato/glimmer, leave the silver city 'cause all the silver girls gave us black dreams.

thedisgruntled

March 28 2012, 22:28:14 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 28 2012, 22:28:45 UTC

FUCK YOU PAYGE. kay so i haven't seen the movie yet but imma try just for you
you're the only thing i ever want anymore / 393 / pg



it's raining, it's just started raining and they're huddled in the woods under large, dark green leaves. her head rests on his elbow and her eyes are sagging--they've been running all day, trying to hide and trying to keep safe. they're taking a chance like this, half-asleep under these branches.

(if cato were trying to catch them, this is when he would do it, when they were at their most vulnerable. they aren't expecting to be attacked, not in this rain, not when it's dark and there is no moon in the sky.)

her eyes are hooded and he can feel her sagging against him, heavy with the urge to sleep. he prods her awake, murmuring her name. she has to stay awake; he can't lose her, not now. he couldn't bear it. not like this when they're finally close. it's all hidden kisses and careful touches, a hand brushed against a leg as the other walks past, fingers grazing a shoulder.

(they know if the capitol discovers, it will be the end of them. they'll be played against each other. they were born for this game, raised for it. they know better than to fall in love. but it's happened and now they have to tread lightly.)



some nights, during fits of sleep he dreams of a different life. one where they are happy and will never die or have the scars of winning and the scars of loss. he imagines them living far, far away on an island somewhere. or even in woods like these, in a tiny house with a small kitchen and a bed where they love each night.



and when he stops feeling on that last day, when suddenly he is outside his body, watching it be torn to pieces from a hundred paces off; he turns and goes back into the woods.

he walks for a long while, wandering through the woods with new eyes. he doesn't feel anything anymore; there is no fear, no rustling in the shadows of the forest. he comes upon a tiny one room house, gray clapboard with a weathered front porch and light streaming from the two windows. he sees someone moving in the house, a tall slender figure with long hair.

he goes inside.

softblooded

5 years ago

thedisgruntled

5 years ago

rosegilmore

5 years ago

thedisgruntled

5 years ago

Haymitch/Katniss || You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh…I'd give anything again to be your baby doll, this time I'm not leaving without you
ohoh, this is perfect ♥

imaginarycircus

5 years ago

hothobbit

5 years ago

imaginarycircus

5 years ago

hothobbit

5 years ago

iamzulma

5 years ago

imaginarycircus

5 years ago

beethemonster

5 years ago

imaginarycircus

5 years ago

gen, wasted district youth
Katniss/Peeta; It was dark and I was over, until you kissed my lips and you saved me
Second this <3
finnick/johanna, everyone needs a place, it shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
beetee/wiress, aeons far from the sun

In District 3, when you’re not studying, you’re given puzzles in school. Sometimes the Peacekeepers watch you, waiting to see if there is any one student that is a little too good, a little too quick, a little too rebellious. But here’s the thing: the best ones know you’re on alert, so they swallow their pride and float on by, biding their time until they can secure the highest level jobs in the factories. It’s not much, but it’s something.

Beetee, possessing a bit of all these qualities and keeping his head down low, still gets singled out just a few days before the Reaping. He knows exactly who ratted him out, but keeps it a secret.

--

In the Career Districts, the Victor’s Village becomes somewhat of a home, with people (and sometimes families, if you’re lucky) bustling about. But when Wiress comes back, this row of buildings, set away and apart, is quiet. She and the others, for the most part, keep to themselves, tinkering with their tools and their toys because the laws of physics, the mechanics of these moving gears and switches don’t seem to change. And all of that, the stability, the sense of permanence, matters once you’ve seen all that humans and monsters can do.

Wiress is content to settle into the dwelling farthest from the road, but Beetee insists on visiting her weekly for afternoon tea. He doesn’t mind that she doesn’t speak much and she thinks she almost forgot how to, back in the arena, when all she could was scream.

--

Things start to change when Beetee walks over to the deserted plot of land, concrete and asphalt and empty space. He starts growing his garden of flowers with twisting sculptures of filament and light and Wiress fashions her little creatures, flittering flying things that spin and move about. She’s different, animated and flushed with the excitement of all that they can do, of all they can create. Beetee likes that look on her, likes the way they have something bigger than themselves that isn’t death and destruction to share. It’s their own world, their safe place, and they decide to invite the children.

When the Peacekeepers hear word and pay a friendly visit, Beetee is ready. “It’s an educational experience,” he says, when they give him a suspicious look, “to demonstrate the achievements of the glorious nation of Panem.” He and Wiress take turns, of course, explaining the science, the methodology, the brilliance of each and every part, from the stone path that illuminates as they walk to the leaves that curl inward at a finger’s touch. The citizens gather there, watching as their daughters and sons race their tiny motorized sailboats across the holographic pond, as they use prisms to cast rainbows across the evening sky, as they laugh and look about with wonder, running free in a place that isn’t a prison of silicon chips and glaring screens.

The moment it starts to smell of protest, President Snow calls Wiress and Beetee away to serve as technical advisors to the Gamemakers, and the Peacekeepers pull workers from the munitions factory to burn it all to the ground.
The anger of this loss festers in the town, silent and waiting, and is one of the reasons District 3 rises up so quickly to rebel. You know it; you saw it on those sets they’ve sweated and died for the Capitol to own.

--

Beetee still goes back each year to mentor and sometimes Wiress shows up too. They sit close together on the train, speaking about electricity and schematics and their Escort never really understands what they say, how to wade through their numbers and their codes and theories. They intend to keep it that way, leaving thoughts half-finished, lingering about, messages to be encrypted and caught (Nuts and Volts, Volts and Nuts</i>). They’ve found their own language, ways of speaking without words, and there are times when Wiress will grab Beetee’s hand, will use the other to trace a familiar shape on the paper. Each line, perfectly balanced.

“You ground me too,” he will breathe.

Even the Avox brought in from other districts know what they’re trying to say: I love you too.

deathmallow

5 years ago

thewindwarns

5 years ago

dramaturgy

5 years ago

haymitch/johanna, the heart beats in its cage
Ooh. Gonna have to give some serious thought to this one. They're a 'ship that I know is rare but totally works for me.

deathmallow

5 years ago

deathmallow

5 years ago

kolms

5 years ago

deathmallow

5 years ago

haymitch sweetheart, i'd marry you if i was drunker (but right now you're just a shadow and a ghost)
Rue & her family - I pray she rides a dolphin, but she's swimming with the sharks
HOLY SHIT I AM ALL OVER THIS

my baby needs a shepherd is the perfect song for Rue!

*runs away to write*
katniss/gale, i could fill up the lake with all the things i didn't say
oh goddddd
Katniss: AU where Katniss was raised a career tribute in District 1 or 2.
NEEEEEEEEED.

rumpledlinen

5 years ago

harry_styles

5 years ago

rumpledlinen

5 years ago

everescent

5 years ago

Katniss/Haymitch Haymitch's thoughts while watching Katniss compete in the 74th Hunger Games