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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Katniss, Victors AU, no Quarter Quell, Katniss becomes a mentor and meets the other victors, kudos if you get snarky!Joanna and seductive!Finnick in there ;)
gale/madge, both tributes

You will only hear these elegant crimes
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth
WANT.

Adding this to my list of fills to write :)

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

century_fox

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

acupofinsanity

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

Cato/Glimmer, could I have saved you?
President Snow, his relationship with his granddaughter.
Oooh. NICE.

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

tonks07

5 years ago

Gale/Katniss, Gale/Madge, in the end they were both girls on fire
oh my god this prompt.
i can't.

sierrafoxtrot

5 years ago

beatingintandem

5 years ago

beatingintandem

5 years ago

century_fox

5 years ago

beatingintandem

4 years ago

msdisdain

April 6 2012, 21:15:32 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 6 2012, 21:15:50 UTC

Katniss/Peeta, If I could stop lovin' you and convince myself we're through / I could get out of bed, clear my head and start my life anew

msdisdain

April 6 2012, 21:36:15 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 6 2012, 21:36:37 UTC

Katniss/Gale or Katniss/Haymitch or Katniss/Cinna, not romantic -

And I come to find a refuge in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
Finnick/Annie/Johanna || why does love always feel like a battlefield. i guess you better go and get your armor.

opal_eyes33

April 6 2012, 23:19:47 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 6 2012, 23:20:51 UTC

finnick/johanna, baby, i'm not like the rest
loved this so much I had to take a shot.

idiosyncratic (johanna/finnick, pg-13ish)


It’s almost laughable how hard Finnick tries to woo her. There are flowers, unmelodic love songs, even expensive gifts that she finds on her doorstep with flashy postcards that she wants to burn in her fireplace. At first Johanna thinks its some sort of insane joke, a way to fuck with her mind in between the bouts of violence that she’s grown oddly accustomed to, but then she sees the genuine desire to be liked (loved?) that rests alongside unfettered uncertainly in Finnick’s eyes. And she says yes.

His lines are rehearsed, like everything else about Finnick Odair. Primped. Polished. Ridiculous, if you stare at him/it for too long. She tries not to notice the calculation in his face when he places his hand on her back, low, walking her into a restaurant littered with Capitol lackeys who watch her and Finnick with due interest. No doubt they are the most inspiring thing to come into this sparkling place since…well, since the last time Finnick came here with another faceless woman.

They sit and drink bitter coffee because Johanna doesn’t want to wash away the world with booze and drugs like everybody else who wore a Victor’s crown. Finnick orders something slimy and blue that she won’t touch, and she pretends to be the doting date he needs to keep himself mentally afloat (she can hear exactly what Haymitch said in the back of her mind, the cautionary tales he wove over the phone when she called him, panicked, the night before). She smiles when Finnick touches her hand and then the top of her thigh. He laughs at her jokes like a gentleman, though Johanna thinks he doesn’t understand most of her wry humor. She hates him a little for that.

Johanna knows, of course she knows, because it’s not a secret like most people wish it was. So when he kisses her, open-mouthed as she lets him into her apartment, she’s not surprised. She lets him because this is how Finnick Odair operates, on sex and attention and the unparalleled ability to pretend that he’s not somehow the most fucked up person in any room.

“We don’t have to, you know,” she whispers, stepping back. “They can’t make us. They can’t make me. They can’t make you.”

They do, anyway. The pretense of the whole shenanigan is something she just can’t stand anymore, so when Finnick pulls her close and ghosts his hands over her spine a second time, she doesn’t push him away like she should. It’s good, wonderful, spectacular even, and Johanna vaguely remembers what it’s like to feel like she’s in control of her own existence when she rocks on top of him and pushes her hands hard against his chest. He smiles up at her, bites at her neck, and she screams before it’s over.

Finnick sleeps in her bed and snores loudly and wakes up in the middle of the night, mumbling something she can’t make out from her lonely place on the couch. She’s convinced she’s going to wake up and he’s going to be gone because that’s how Finnick Odair leaves his countless lovers: Alone and wondering.

In the morning, he isn’t gone. He sits with her on his lap in the middle of the couch and tells her about the first time the President sold him and how he had bled afterward for hours. Johanna nods, not really listening because she doesn’t like knowing the end of her own story before she’s read it, and focuses instead on the way he moves his fingers, back and forth, across the skin of her palms.

opal_eyes33

5 years ago

prettywitch

5 years ago

Cinna I am the master of my fate / I am the captain of my soul
I feel like I want to do this omg but I suck at writing. Meh

mysoftestmelody

April 7 2012, 00:46:45 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 7 2012, 00:48:41 UTC

any, the only games after the revolution, with the capitol children as tributes.
TW: mention self injury

Katniss/Johanna, "I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside."
gale/katniss just a series of blurs, like i never occurred (someday you will be loved)
Tribute(s). Pairing or Gen. We all know Katniss wasn't the best judge of Tribute motives in THG. Who else did she misunderstand?
Clove. :)
seam peeta/merchant katniss, as time went by I grew to love her so we'd slip away so her folks wouldn't know/true love made different worlds into the same
WANT

gydas

5 years ago

do_not_confess

5 years ago

victor!glimmer/finnick, taste me, drink my soul / show me all the things that I shouldn't know
I'm creeping on here looking for new prompts/remembering how much stupid fun this and wanted to let you know I wrote this pairing for a different prompt.

pretty young things, repeat after me

acupofinsanity

April 7 2012, 08:24:08 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 7 2012, 08:26:21 UTC

Finnick/Annie, we are broken / what must we do to restore our innocence?
cato/katniss you better run, better run, outrun my gun. (it can be even modern!au if you like)
NGGGHH AWESOME PROMPT
Katniss/Hijacked!Peeta, Gollum's Song lyrics

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home
Effie/Boggs - Timekeepers
madge/katniss,
in the forest i made my home
lay down on hard and ancient stone
then if my heart should somehow stop
i’ll hang on, to the hope
that you’re not too late
cato/clove, are you, are you, coming to the tree, where the dead man called out for his love to flee
cato/clove, We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, in our house made of paper, your words all over me / we’re under the sheets and you’re killing me ~or the whole song~
taking this.

w_addams13

5 years ago

spectrum_lights

5 years ago

w_addams13

5 years ago

spectrum_lights

5 years ago

rosegilmore

5 years ago

rodlox

5 years ago

Any/Gen, crossover with The Long Walk - each year two children are selected from each District to participate in the Walk. There can be only one victor. What changes, and what stays the same
This is a fucking fantastic prompt. A+.
careers, all men must die / all men must serve
So, I realized as I was researching this prompt that this is a Game of Thrones thing from the ‘The Guild of the Faceless Men’ and in my brief reading about that it sounds pretty amazing, but my cable-less self has never seen Game of Thrones and your prompt reminded me of something far older...hope it’s okay!

Title: dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In sternest school of warfare bred,


District Two is favored. District Two is needed. District Two is loved.

This they know from the drawing of first breath to their last hopefully blood filled breath.

But what District One with their finery and glitter and shimmer sometimes forget and what District Two knows without question is that love is hard and cruel and unforgiving.

Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;


It is an honor beyond honors to be chosen to train for the life of a tribute. All children dream of proving their love in the arena and showing their prowess to the rest of Panem so that the rest of the world knows and sees that all men must die.

Cato comes from a line of tribute trainees and his destiny is set from the moment he opens his eyes. And he is honored. And he will bring glory. And he will show the rest of Panem the reason District Two is beloved.

Clove gets there by her own ingenuity and she never forgets to who she owes her greatest debt. She knows the Capitol has given her a chance to become something more and a chance to hone the dark edges of her soul. And even if she never makes tribute she will carry this duty onward as a Peacekeeper.

Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
Methinks I see from rampired town


And when they are chosen together there is no one they would rather have at their side. Both knowing that the only way they will die is as sacrifice to the other. Both knowing that they will make the rest of the earth shake with their loyalty.

They will not show fear. They will not show anything but their strong carriage and beloved visage when they arrive.

Still, the first glimpse of the Capitol for them is awe inspiring. It’s all shine and gloss and like a shimmering beacon of civilization. They think it is right that this glowing city isn’t dimmed by the cost of duty and honor when District Two goes to war for them.

Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,—


In the Training Center they can’t help but sneer at those who don’t understand the honor to be chosen; at those that don’t honor the Capitol by protesting; and at those that betray their Districts with their weakness.

In the darkness of night Clove and Cato find each other’s heartbeats and hear the drums of war in their ears.

kaitou_lili

4 years ago

opal_eyes33

4 years ago

kaitou_lili

4 years ago