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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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cato/clove we were never really born we will never really die

likexaxdove

April 5 2012, 00:58:26 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 5 2012, 01:02:43 UTC

I'll Never Go Home. Cato/Clove. PG

Clove didn't really feel her death.

She remembered instead. She remembered the Academy putting a knife in her hand for the first time when she was five. She remembered her mother, a past Victor, telling her to aim straight or don't bother coming home. She remembered not being able to ruffle her little sister's hair because affection is for people who are willing to showcase their own weaknesses.

She remembered the boy with the sword smiling at her. She never smiled back, but that was okay. He followed her around anyway.

She stayed at his house, once. She'd failed an endurance test at the Academy and mom had told her to fuck off. Cato offered her his bed, but she opted for the floor. She woke up once that night after a nightmare. He was curled up on the floor beside her.

She remembered feeling relieved when her name was called on Reaping day. She wanted to get away. And if getting away meant having blood on her hands then so be it.

It'd be fun to be in the Games together, he'd said once. We'd tear them all to shreds. She'd agreed. Maybe that's why he'd volunteered.

She had never realized how violent Cato was until they were training with the other tributes. Something inside of her relished this. She wondered how long she'd been feeding off of his inner chaos. She soon came to the understanding that she was the wicked one. It manifested in the way she wanted to kill her enemies. But, how are they her enemies? She didn't even know them.

Cato kissed her the night they were supposed to go into the arena. She wanted to cry. She didn't. She wanted to tell the boy with the sword that she loved him. But how could she? She didn't really know what love was.

Clove didn't really feel her death. Clove didn't really die because Clove didn't really live.

w_addams13

4 years ago

likexaxdove

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

likexaxdove

4 years ago

Katniss & Rue's family - connecting after the war
victors!cato/clove ; i know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes
okay but this is perfect tho.
Madge, movieverse; the world shifts, and suddenly she's just a spirit watching over the people of District 12.
[I read this prompt and this idea just sprung into my head fully formed! Hope this is anything like what you were looking for!]

Spirehouse, Madge Undersee [Aka; Maysilee Donner], PG, SPOILERS FOR PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING

Maysilee Donner, they call her in the Capitol. True enough, it’s the name she was given at birth, a name sealed with ink and blood in the government’s records. The formality acts as a kind of emotional armor, reminding her that these bloodthirsty men and women do not own her. Not in the ways that counts.

So she’s Maysilee in the chariot. Maysilee on the interview stage.

Maysilee when she dips darts into poison and murders other Tributes.

(Not Maysilee when the birds tear her windpipe. Not Maysilee when Haymitch Abernathy begs her to stay. Not Maysilee to her screaming twin sister at home.)


*
Because though the Capitol has stolen her adulthood, they haven’t stolen her. She’s District Twelve down to some intangible part of her spirit. And it’s to District Twelve she returns when her battered body can no longer contain her soul.

At home names blur and shift and change. Many children acquire nicknames, until they age out of them.

She will never grow up, and when she settles down into District Twelve for eternity, the wind murmurs the name her mother called her in the cradle:

Madge, Madge, Madge, Madge.

*
She’s soon joined by Haymitch’s family. Every last one of them. His girlfriend, too.

It’s only for a moment or too, before Madge sends them on. There’s a further world, the country of the dead, a place where … where it must be different than this, or she would prefer oblivion.

Either way, Madge is not permitted to leave yet.

But before they go, the Seam girl turns to her: “Damn, I’m fucking pissed.”

Madge likes her the bitter edge to her voice. Imagines her and Haymitch laughing at the world together, and her heart breaks for him once again. “I know. Believe me. I know.”

“Eh. Guess it can’t be worse than things in this life?” A hesitation. A curious, but friendly look in those dove grey eyes. “Also thanks for making an alliance with him in the arena. Haymitch likes to go it alone sometimes, even when it’s not the smartest move.”

Madge doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but the compliment makes her feel a bit like she’s basking in the sun.

Haymitch’s family is further off in the distance. Becoming blurry. (It’s not tears: Madge never cries anymore. She can’t.)

“Oh well, better run.”

Madge raises three fingers to her lips, and extends her hand out. The gesture is mirrored by the Seam girl.

Soon all Madge can hear is bird song.


angerfish

4 years ago

electrumqueen

4 years ago

angerfish

4 years ago

Finnick/Annie,
I know if you could snap both your fingers that you'd escape with me,
but in the meantime I'll just wait here and listen to you when you speak... or scream
Prim/Rue- I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight pg-13 (for violence), spoilers for Mocking Jay



Prim comes to with a gasp, her fingers no longer scrambling at the earth while her body is enveloped and then crushed in an oppressive heat, and her body shaking with shock. She wants to sob and she wants to scream, like she hadn't in her death. Panic is squeezing her lungs and -

There's a soft voice saying, "It's okay."

There are fingers in her hair, brushing through the unbraided strands and coaxing her like she is a frightened bird. The fingers brush Prim's scalp and they are so soft and warm against her skin, and a soft whimper escapes Prim's throat as much as she wishes it wouldn't.

She can't say where she is; it's like being in a dream. Her peripheral vision plays tricks on her and even though her mind is willing her to believe that she is somewhere that she remembers, like the house in District 11 with the picture of her father on the mantel. And her mind is trying to make her believe, but the floor beneath her back doesn't feel the way she remembers.

She swallows back against the tears her eyes and tilts her head up and her breath catches. Bright, brown eyes and the most gentle smile Prim has ever seen are looking down at her from Rue's small, down-turned face. She is exactly how Prim remembers her from the pageantry of The Hunger Games. She is so young, unaged from the little girl for whom a canon had blasted because the capitol sent her off to die.

“It's alright,” Rue says. “You're safe here.”

Rue has her hair tucked behind her ears, and her fingers are slowly sliding down Prim's face and brushing over her cheek. Prim's head is in her lap, and Rue is radiating heat and comfort. Rue giggles when Prim rolls on her side to press her face into the fabric of the skirt draped over Rue's crossed legs. She doesn't stop running her fingers through Prim's hair as Prim's bites her lip and presses her fingers into Rue's calf.

“Why?” Prim asks, and she doesn't even know what she's asking as she chokes back a sob.

“You're as pretty as I imagined,” Rue says, so bright and her smile so sincere. “I wanted to meet you. If Katniss would volunteer for you -”

Prim clenches her eyes and her fists. And seconds later there is the soft pressure of lips against her temple.

“I want to stay with you, I can take care of you, if you don't mind.”

Prim nods against Rue's skirt and captures one hand to hold onto as those lips come again, and the sweet, little girl giggle as Rue keeps running her fingers through Prim's hair.
katniss/peeta, you could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare.
Finnick/Annie, I'll be unclean, I'll be obscene, you'll be the rest
Ugh. Want this. *dons crazy hair and grabs glasses* Off to write then.
SPOILERS
prim, how can you die when you've barely lived?
glimmer/peeta ; hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Primrose/Rue; three times they kept Katniss from joining them in the afterlife.
gen, the 74th Hunger Games, the arena is a frozen wasteland
cato i'm on the edge of glory, and i'm hanging on a moment of truth
cato, thresh you took her faster than you could say sabotage
probably already done, but
Annie/Finnick, her games, him as mentor, if all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Have you read Mithrigil's fic?

sierrafoxtrot

4 years ago

Katniss/Gale

take your time when you tell her
how she lives in your blood

you should've looked after her better
you should've looked after her more
you should've locked the door

fill her coat with weapons and help her get it on
'cause one day when she goes, she's gone
Annie/Hijacked!Peeta; I may have lost my mind, but maybe I can help you find yours
katniss/peeta, i never betrayed you and i never betrayed the revolution, i just didn't want to die alone. i needed you to see me home.
Foxface/Thresh, don't worry about what I'll become
This is so frustrating. I fulfilled your request, but every time I try to reply with it, I get caught in an endless captcha loop.

thesewordselope

4 years ago

thesewordselope

4 years ago

unityfic

4 years ago

thesewordselope

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

thesewordselope

4 years ago

Gloss/Cashmere, oh sister, you oughta be there, I'm gonna go to heaven when I die

unityfic

April 5 2012, 19:50:16 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 5 2012, 19:50:51 UTC

Haymitch/Maysilee, I've seen you in a fight you lost
Victor!Prim, It wasn't like hunting animals
Madge/Katniss, I sleep with windows open ; I sleep with eyes wide ; in case you would come walking ; In case you change your mind
omfg added to prompts I must fill
underdeen is what i live for
Tribute!Madge, I dreamed that God would be forgiving
[Gen], the year there were only horrible spiked maces the tributes had to bludgeon each other to death with