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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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johanna mason, there is a house across the river, but alas i cannot swim
MINE.

msdisdain

4 years ago

OCs, any, "The Hanging Tree," the lives that inspired the song.

opal_eyes33

April 8 2012, 07:32:17 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 8 2012, 07:32:32 UTC

johanna, experiences with the Careers of her Game, made me learn a little bit faster / made my skin a little bit thicker / makes me that much smarter / so thanks for making me a fighter
cato/clove, Rather die in your arms, than die lonesome, rather die hard, than die hollow / love out of lust, dance while you can
Gale/Katniss; your name, forever the name on my lips
Foxface Her one and only kill
career victors, after the rebellion, it may not mean nothing to y'all, but understand nothing was done for me, so i don't plan on stopping at all
Cato/Clove - in which the sexual tension becomes a little too obvious for their trainers
Definitely want to give this a go :)

xx_pinkstar

4 years ago

w_addams13

4 years ago

acupofinsanity

4 years ago

Any Tribute(s) - they'll laugh as they watch us fall, the lucky don't care at all, no chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
Gale/Katniss -

but don't fool yourself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
oh my heart is frozen still
as i try to find the will to forget her somehow
she's somewhere out there now
ahhh I want this, I love this song!

xx_pinkstar

April 9 2012, 16:42:46 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 9 2012, 16:42:59 UTC

Finnick/Annie -


I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Gale/Katniss -

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die.
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go:
You gave me more to live for,
More than you'll ever know.

Well, this is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face?
Why can't we overcome this wall?
Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.


Cato/Clove -

This is not the end
Lived unbruised we are friends
And I'm sorry

My heart was never pure
And you know me
And you know me

Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
I love you forever and ever for this.

xx_pinkstar

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

w_addams13

4 years ago

AU, any characters One year, instead of fighting, the tributes all band as friends and work together to fight anything the Capitol throws in the arena.
Well, I do have a plan. I can't say how long it will take to get written; right now I'm just glad to see I'm not the only one who wants to see something like this happen.

mushu_9701

4 years ago

lit_wolf

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

missedshapes

4 years ago

Haymitch or Katniss (or any victor, really) And I find it kinda funny, I find it kind of sad / the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
... Can this be Glimmer?

pamplemoos

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

tonks07

4 years ago

pamplemoos

4 years ago

Prim/Hijacked!Peeta, she visits him once while Katniss is in District 2
Prim/Hijacked!Peeta, He's Just a Boy, PG



He’s just a boy. Remember that. Remember that he’s just a boy who loves my sister. Who loves baking and painting and smiling. Just remember that when you’re in there and it’ll be okay.


This is what I tell myself as I linger outside the stark white doors that hold Peeta Mellark. It’s what I need to think about as I look in the little window, peeking my eyes over the edge to watch him pace a mark into the floor.

If it weren’t for my position in the hospital wing, I’d never have been allowed down to this end of the treatment ward. Despite my age, they’ve granted me access to this boy who is so broken in the hopes that I’ll be able to help him.

And I’ll try. I know I will.

I just have to remember that he’s just a boy who’s been torn apart by terrible things and is having some trouble putting it all back together. That’s what I’m here to help him with.

I reach up on my toes to gaze through the thick glass one more time. I can’t help but think about the fact that Katniss would never let me in here, not in a million years, if she were here right now.

But she’s not and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.

My fingers rest on the doorknob as I pull in a deep breath, flicking my eyes towards the guard who manages the impressive lock system that keeps Peeta in lockdown. I hear the gears clicking in place and watch as his body tenses. He hears it too.

He’s just a boy who needs help.

I turn the knob fully and step in past the threshold. He glares at me in return, his shoulders pulled back and an angry look on his face.

“Hello Peeta. My name is Primrose and I’d like to help you.” When he steps towards me, his hands clenched at his side, I resist the overwhelming urge to retreat.

He won’t scare me off.

“Have you come to finish me off then?” His voice is rough as though he’s been screaming himself hoarse. I shake my head no and can feel my braids swinging slightly. There’s a crack in his mask of anger and for a just a moment I can see the Peeta I once knew from the bakery.

He’s still in there, trying to get out.

“I want to help you. Can I do that?” I tilt forward gently on my toes, my body leaning towards him in an attempt to disarm him mentally. I try to put him at ease like I used to with the injured miners who my mother treated.

“I don’t need help from you or your goddamn mutt sister! Get out!” In an instant he’s changed again, back to the frightening figure that could kill with his hands. He’s coming towards me again and this time I step back. “Get out.” It’s a threat and I take it seriously, retreating to the door but never turning my back on him.

Just as I’m about to leave I see him turn as his shoulders slump forward and he grips the side of the medical bed. His knuckles are white with tension as he holds the cold metal. In that moment I know I can’t leave him.

I step forward towards him, my feet taking me forward before I really know what I’m doing. When I place my hand between his shoulder blades he jerks as if burned.

“Please.” His request is sad and broken and I can’t leave him when he’s hurting like this.

“I’m here to help you Peeta. What do you need?” My voice is soft, the way I’d tend to a frightened animal.

“I can’t figure it out. Not any of it.” He never looks at me as he says it. I don’t move, my hand still resting on his back.

“What can’t you figure out?”

“I don’t know what’s real. It’s all mixed up. All of it. I can’t tell. It’s all screaming and rage and I can’t tell if it’s real.” I can hear the panic rising with his words and my chest hurts with sorrow for him. I feel the tears prick at my eyes but I hold it together and step to his side running my hand down his arm into his palm.

“We’ll figure it out, Peeta. Don’t worry – we will.”

And I know that we must because he doesn’t deserve this. He’s just a boy who loves my sister. Who loves to bake and paint and smile. And he just wants to make sense of this insanity that no sane person can really grasp.

lawrencelys

4 years ago

_ark_angel_

4 years ago

chibi_ai

April 9 2012, 22:24:42 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 9 2012, 22:25:06 UTC

Gale/Madge His kisses drew blood, Only the broken would understand
YES.
Finnick/Annie

As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities your sending
Taste your mind and taste your sex
I'm naked underneath your cover
Covers lie and we will bend and borrow
With the coming sign
The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape

sabaceanbabe

April 10 2012, 02:28:31 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 10 2012, 02:29:44 UTC

Finnick, with a side of Finnick/Johanna friendship

Finnick loses a bet and winds up pole dancing
I need this like air

azelmaroark

4 years ago

sabaceanbabe

4 years ago

rosegilmore

4 years ago

Finnick,

What if I dive off the edge of my life
And there's nothing beneath?
What if I live like there's nothing to lose
Just to die on my knees?
At least I'll know
I walked the dark
I took the scars
I risked it all
And learned to love the fall

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOfBwSYvIic&ob=av2e
Johanna,

Soaked to the bone
Sink like a stone
Walk on alone
It's not the first time
It's not the worst crime
Your soul will be okay
- Soaked -:- Adam Lambert
cato/clove, all lives end. all hearts are broken. caring is not an advantage.

mysoftestmelody

April 10 2012, 07:25:03 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 10 2012, 07:25:13 UTC

katniss/gale + career girls, heathers
mrs. everdeen, mrs. undersee, maysilee donner,
they were the only friends i ever had,
we got into trouble and when stuff got bad i got sent away,
i was waving on the train platform,
crying cause i know i'm never comin' back
Finnick and/or Annie,
And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.
Annie Cresta, The Salt Sea, Your Home

You’ve always lived within sight and scent of the sea. It took your mother when you were just a baby – lost at sea, they always said. But your Gran, she always said the sea takes care of its own, and when it’s time for them to come home, she takes them to her bosom and holds them tight.

The sea, she took your father, too, but not the same way. Your mother, she took and never let go; your father, she plucks him away, but she always throws him back, for a day or a week or a month, until the tide takes him away again, searching for the far horizon.

For as long as you can remember, the salt sea has been your home and your friend, your teacher and, upon occasion, your tormentor. When they called that girl’s name in the town square, she was so frightened and alone and you so strong and so much more able to do what was needed to survive, or so you thought. You took her place and when it finally sank into your skin and your blood and your bones what you had done, when you saw your Gran’s tears, you ran to the salt sea and you didn’t stop running until it was over your head, dragging you under, except that even then, you could swim like no other.

The Peacekeepers caught up to you. They pulled you from the sea and they took you away, so far away. You barely had time to say goodbye to your Gran, to promise her that you’d try to come back, to come home.

They tried to take the sea from you. They washed your skin in soft perfumes and oils, but no matter what they did, the sea remained, a part of you, indivisible and insoluble. You were surrounded by those who didn’t understand, who could never understand, but even so, you were not alone, for there were those few with you who understood: A woman who could have been your mother, had the sea not taken her home. A boy who could be your brother, who, in his way, thought he was and followed you to this soulless, sealess place, with its false colors and its false lights and its false life. And there was another boy, a little older, a boy who could be your everything and in whom the sea raged.

They left you on the edges of a caldera, its waters deep and dark, a cousin to your friend, your protector the sea, but there was nothing of salt.

You stayed with the pack, you and your would be brother, until another boy tried to kill you, tried to slit your throat in your sleep. But you killed him instead, gave back to him his own knife and watched in horror as he bled out in the sand. You killed him, but your would-be brother told the others that it was him and for that they took his life and you ran and you hid on the shores of that caldera and you wished for the salt of your home.

You knew that time passed, it must have passed. You grew thinner and weaker, hungry but never thirsty. You dreamed, of the sea, of your Gran, of the boy who died and of the boy you killed, and you couldn’t stop dreaming, even when you were awake.

You thought it was a dream when the ground shook, when it shook so hard that you couldn’t stand upright and the walls of dirt and stone that held back the waters, deep and dark, of the caldera broke. It started as a trickle but soon grew into a watery juggernaut, sweeping away all in its path, you included.

Forever you tumbled in the cold and dark water, and you knew her as well as you knew yourself. You embraced the water, let her take you where she would. And in her embrace you found again your home, forever changed, but forever a part of you, the cold and dark of this saltless sea.

azelmaroark

4 years ago

sabaceanbabe

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

sabaceanbabe

4 years ago