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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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clouberding

March 24 2012, 04:36:31 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 04:48:21 UTC

rue & katniss, here is the place where i love you -- au dream land type where rue and katniss are in the arena but they're having fun and everything is fluffy and no one tries to skewer either of them whilst they frolic through a field of daisies, but then it's not real
The trees shimmer and blossom with purple and orange and silver flowers that flow up their trunks as they run together. They run like the Careers, joyful and free but there are no Careers here and they are not dark and broken and empty underneath, not like them. They are full and alive and nothing hurts. Katniss lights up the forest with her laughter and Rue joins in and their giggles play a song that every Mockingjay in the forest and beyond sings and sings and sings until it floats all the way back to District Eleven. And then Mama and Papa and all her scared, hungry brothers and sisters and her aunts and uncles and cousins know that she is safe, she is happy and warm because she is with a girl whose soul glows a bright, flinty amber.

They run and run underneath the green canopy dotted with golden skylights between the branches. They slow down once in awhile to pick candy off the leaves of the bushes, candy that bursts sweet and tangy in your mouth and rests heavenly on your tongue and she’s never tasted anything like it and Katniss pokes her belly and says not to eat too much or she’ll get sick. They run until Katniss trips jumping a log that glimmers like District One’s lovely dress, and Rue tries to balance her but goes down on top of her and they land in fluffy white flowers that coat their hair and cover them and they laugh and laugh forever.

No. Not forever.

Rue looks into the snowy red petals and wonders why she’s cold, just then. Someone’s singing. It’s a nice song, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less and why does it hurt? And snow isn’t red, she hasn’t seen much snow in District Eleven but she knows that much, and there’s something warm and wet pooling in her stomach, right where Katniss poked her before and it isn’t candy in her mouth and there aren’t any flowers and Mama, Mama help me helphelpmehelpme I’m dying.

“Shh, baby. Shh,” come the words, and it’s not Mama but there’s Katniss with her dirty red hands on Rue’s cheeks and Rue knows why her hands are red. And Katniss clenches her jaw but then keeps singing. She sings Rue back to the sparkling meadow with the flowers that curl up tree trunks and with the candy that grows on bushes and with the little girls who are allowed to grow up.

Katniss is the girl on fire, but Rue knows that fire can warm just as well as it can burn.

clouberding

4 years ago

azelmaroark

4 years ago

clouberding

4 years ago

classicfreak

4 years ago

gale/peeta when all I wanted was you, and all you wanted was me
cato/katniss I'll pull the devil down with me one way or another
I tried posting this fill about a dozen times and LJ is looping through a million captcha's for some reason, so here's a link for it at my LJ instead!

The Way Out
peeta/katniss No one makes me free like you make me, I speak my mind, I'm honest and I'm cruel

clouberding

March 24 2012, 04:41:57 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 04:48:00 UTC

rue & katniss, rue gives katniss something to remember her by
girl tributes, sleepover au
yes. please.

azelmaroark

4 years ago

the careers, after school club au
PFFT, LET ME LOVE YOU.

clouberding

4 years ago

xx_pinkstar

4 years ago

clouberding

4 years ago

xx_pinkstar

4 years ago

magic_knickers

4 years ago

clouberding

4 years ago

magic_knickers

4 years ago

yueni

4 years ago

magic_knickers

4 years ago

haymitch & katniss, when you can't run, you walk. and when you can't walk, you crawl. and when you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you
OH MY GOD

clouberding

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

Cato/Clove - what started as a whisper turned into a scream
(this is the first time i've ever filled one of these before so i hope it's okay!)

Cato/Clove - what started as a whisper turned into a scream - R

/

They meet in the academy and the first thing Cato notices about Clove is how easily he could snap her in half.

Her milky skin stretches around bones and blood and she sees him eying her, sees the way he wants to destroy her. Her lips curl into a sharp smirk and he wants to rip it to shreds (with his hands, beating softly in his palms; with his lips, bruising and hot.)

She strides over to him, twirling a knife between her hands and the blade breaks the skin on her index finger. She presses her finger along the inside of his wrist, that same smile holding the rest of her sharp features in place.

When she walks away he feels the beat of her blood against his own pulse, singeing and hissing like he'd been burned.

/

Clove likes the way she leaves scratches on Cato's neck and back when they fuck, damaging him with her own two hands. It's so easy to ruin him, she thinks, and the best part is that he doesn't even know it. Doesn't know how easy it'll be to beat him and shoot a dagger through his heart. Watch the blood pool around him and the life leave his eyes.

/

Blood is splattered along the side of Clove's face, dripping down her neck in willowy lines. From the girl in District 8, Cato thinks. He presses a finger to it, feels how it's begun to dry, thinking if he knew what it meant to call her beautiful he'd tell her right then.

/

The girl from District 12 is puddy in Clove's hands and she thinks about the different ways she could slash her face to bits. Until she's thrown against the side of the cornucopia and the familiar feeling of a blade against her fingers is gone.

She calls out for Cato because she knows he'd die for her, seen the look in his eye and almost pitied him for it, and she shouts his name again and swears she hears the familiar voice calling Clove before she's -

/

fin

jada_jasmine

4 years ago

andunfoldings

4 years ago

insideways

4 years ago

finnick/johanna, old friends become old strangers between the darkness and the dawn
johanna/finnick, let us toast to animal pleasures
yes please.

nicalyse

4 years ago

prettywitch

4 years ago

nicalyse

4 years ago

madge/johanna, the angles were all wrong, now she's ripping wings off of butterflies
DUDE A+ CRACKSHIPPING

dominant_spoon

4 years ago

raychelnina

4 years ago

gale/katniss, is there a chance you may change your mind?

red_b_rackham

March 25 2012, 21:28:39 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 00:10:34 UTC

gale/katniss, is there a chance you may change your mind? // pg, spoilers for book one

It’s not the same.

Something has shifted, deep and on too many levels that I don’t fully understand. And we won’t talk about it – the words rise in my throat and die on my lips and I just can’t explain. Somewhere a wall has been built between us and I don’t know how to break it down.

He leans back in the grass on his elbows, something so simple and familiar I almost want to cry. I wish, with an all-consuming ache, that I’d never have had to leave for the Capitol and play their Games.

“Gale…” I begin, not even sure what I want to say. A breeze moves through the trees, tickling at his dark hair. He doesn’t turn to face me, but continues staring out over the hills and sky before us.

“You don’t have to explain, Katniss.” As always, and somehow even with this gap between us, he still knows what I’m thinking. Knows, somehow, even if I don’t.

We’re quiet for a long time, letting the quiet of nature wash over us. But the silence isn’t comfortable and I’m still struggling to say… anything. (Since when have I had this much trouble talking to my best friend?)

Finally he turns to me, and the pain in his eyes scares me. He’s raw and vulnerable, and as well as I know him, I’ve never seen him like this.

“Do you really love him?”

I can’t say yes, but I can’t say no either.

He looks at me searchingly but I can’t tell what he’s thinking until all in one quick motion, he’s sitting up and pulling my head forward so that our lips crash together, kissing me fiercely and desperately, like the world will end tomorrow (and maybe it will).

And I don’t know why I never saw it, never understood or realized it before, but in this moment, I realize Gale loves me – and I’m the one causing the pain I see in him, feel in him.

I’m left disoriented and breathless when he pulls back, eyes shaded and stormy.

“Sorry.” He whispers. Then adds, a little louder, “I’ll always be here, Katniss.”

(He doesn't use my nick-name and it echoes through me and I don't know why.)

I still haven’t replied when he abruptly stands, grabbing his pack and heading back along the trail.

jada_jasmine

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

profshallowness

4 years ago

johanna/katniss, you feel the burning in your body core, it's a yearning that you can't ignore

tamoline

April 22 2012, 00:33:08 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  April 22 2012, 19:49:22 UTC

Johanna/Katniss, Burning kisses, T, Spoilers for Catching Fire


You were predisposed to hate her before you ever met her.

Really. Where did she get off? Having a fucking fairy tale perfect ending. Managing to escape the Hunger Games almost untouched, with her childhood sweetheart intact even?

It wasn't fair.

No one ever gave you that chance. And the blood, the names (Adric, Morena, Kyle, Twister, Lightning,...) they haunt you still. Every night.

It wasn't fair.

But then you met her. Saw her. (Smelt her.) And you realised you'd forgotten the most basic rule of all.

They lie.

They lie and they lie and they lie until they wouldn't know the fucking truth if it bit them on the nose.

There was no perfect love and no fairytale ending.

Just a scared girl who'd managed to drag you back into the worst nightmare of your life.

But she'd done it by accomplishing the one thing you'd never even dreamed of doing - tweaking the nose of Capitol.

Making them look stupid. Like they weren't the masters of the game.

Giving people hope.

And you couldn't decide whether to call her a heroine or curse her for her success.

(Your failure.)

So you compromised.

Pushed her. Tried to make her uncomfortable.

Dared her to jump with you. (She didn't.)

And then it was too late, and the blood and the madness began again.


So here you are, according to the high and mighty plan of that prick Plutarch.

Getting into position so that the other's can do their job.

Bring down the forcefield, and escape.

Easy as pie.

Of course, the plan's gone to shit.

(Just like you always thought it would.)

The wire's been severed, and you're about to be attacked.

That's fine. Time to improvise.

She has to survive. You really don't.

(You don't know quite when you began to feel this way about her. Sometime since you've been in the arena, that's for sure.)

But, first, you need to get that transmitter out of her arm.

And you just don't have the time to sit down and explain nicely.

Even if she would listen, which you doubt.

(It's not that she's the Mockingjay.

That's just a lie like all the others.

But there's something there, something that you can't quite believe in any more, something that feels almost like hope.)

Luckily you have a heavy cylinder in your hands at the moment. Just the right size to club an unsuspecting team mate around the head.

The metal glimmers in the sunlight, thuds as it crashes into her skull.

And you feel... something.

(It feels a little like love, if you are even capable of feeling that anymore.

Something beyond the hate, the spite that's kept you going since your Games. Something worth killing for. Something even worth dying for.)

Your knife glitters in your hand. It's time to see how much you retained from your first aid lessons.

(And you realise...

This is the closest you're ever going to get to a kiss with her.

Despite all the lies, she has her prince.

And who would ever want a broken thing like you?)

The knife goes in, warm blood gushing out, coating your hand in her warmth, a heat that can no longer be contained within her body.

(If, somehow, you both survive this, maybe she'll understand.

Maybe she'll even thank you.)

And, as she stirs, you realise that you're out of time.

Brutus and Enorbaria are on you, and you've got to lead them away from her.

Curlee, curlew.

Follow the flapping bird.

(And maybe she won't forgive or forget.

Maybe she'll kiss you back exactly the same way.

And you'd be good with that too.)

cato/katniss, my, my, what lovely teeth you have
this. now. please. somebody.

jennlaws

4 years ago

cinna/katniss, au where he's badly injured and what not but he gets rescued with the others
I second this, so much
Gale/Katniss. Despite everything he is still the one person, in all her life, who has never asked her to pretend.
gale/katniss; despite everything he is still the one person, in all her life, who has never asked her to pretend

~

They wax and buff and pluck and shine. They add color and twist the hair on head into pretty designs, braid it down, make it simple. They make her closer to their version of beautiful, they keep her pure and innocent (their version of pure and innocent).

They tell her how she needs to act, how she needs to come off in the interviews, how she needs to be in front of people. It does not matter if it’s not her real personality or her real feelings in the slightest. This is TV, this is entertainment, and she has to play her part, become an actress, become the favorite, the one to watch, the one to win.

She has to find him, protect him, take care of him, kiss him and love him. She had to maintain this façade, this ruse, this story that she would die for him. And maybe by the end, she might really have done so on her own terms, might really care for him in her own way, but that does not matter and why should it? This is TV, this is entertainment, and she has to play her part, so play it she does, even if it means breaking his heart when there are no cameras to watch.

And when she comes home and is crushed in Gale’s warm embrace, all that pretending and coaxing and faking washes away, finally finally finally. She has to the strong one for Prim, the head of the house for her mother, the provider for their household. She has to win the Games and protect Peeta, win sponsors and listen to Haymitch. She has to smile and glow and be in love and waxed, buffed, plucked and shined. She has to be everything, all the time.

But not so with Gale. With Gale, she can simply settle down in tall grass and say nothing, do nothing. Nothing is expected, nothing is required, nothing is forced, faked or manipulated for maximum ratings – never has been.

She threads her fingers through his as they make their way through sun-dappled woods and hopes he understands: she’ll never be able to put into words how much this means to her.

artemisphoenix

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

Gale; I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
I Will Lift Mine Eyes/ Gale, PG

If he could go back to the beginning, and do it all again, he would have run to the woods, escaped from District 12 before the reaping ever happened. If he would have been certain that there was more to the world than the cruel truth of Panem; he would have escaped into the night, dragging Katniss and her family, and his family, and even that ridiculous cat that Prim loved but Katniss loathed. And they would have escaped. They would have been safe.

Though he looked to the woods, to the mountains, for something- anything else, Gale had never taken the chance to go too far. He hunted for food- meat and money for his family; food for the peacekeepers, food for the workers. It was justifiable to bend the rules a little, for a greater good. But he never broke the rules enough to get caught. He went to the reaping and stood straight and tall, because that was what he’d been told to do. He’d followed the rules of Panem society, appearing to remain a loyal-well behaving Citizen of District 12.

Katniss shattered the rules, singing a lullaby to a fallen tribute; boldly risking her life with nightshade berries as a last moment suicide pact. She stood up in a way he’d never been bold enough to do. He talked about escaping, about rebelling against a life with no choices. Katniss had stood up and made people pay attention.

Years have passed, and Gale has grown old in a place far from the mountains of District 12. He has helped to build a new country- one that will be less cruel, he hopes, than the one he hails from. Now his hair has turned to gray, and his children are grown with children of their own. He is comfortable in his life, if not wholly happy.
He still wishes he would have run for the hills.

(They could have done it, y’know?)

quidditchkiss

4 years ago

lunarknightz

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

peeta/gale, love you misunderstand is love that you'll regret
Katniss/Peeta; We love the things we love for what they are.

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red_b_rackham

4 years ago

arysani

4 years ago

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arysani

4 years ago

the_aprilpie

4 years ago

Gale/Katniss; I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
pretend, pretend; gale/katniss; r to be safe

It isn't as though they're lovers. They can't be; not in this world, not in District Twelve. If either of them were to admit to feeling something more, they'd get hurt, have everything ripped from them.

It's easier, then, to pretend; to lie in the fields together and act as though it's nothing when it's so much more than.

Gale's hands slide down her sides and her breathing hitches the lightest amount, her eyes fluttering shut. She lets out a sharp breath before kissing him, hard, rolling him so he's pinning her to the ground.

(She's never one to be pinned but she trusts Gale, wants him to know that, even if this is nothing this is nothing.)

After, sticky and sweaty, she kisses his shoulder, lips feather-light, and sits up, running a hand through her hair, getting out any debris, any sign of what's happened.

"Catnip," he breathes out, because he needs some link to their past, needs to know this isn't going to be nothing (it might not be everything to her but it's got to be something). His hand rests on her back and she shifts away from him, sitting up, pulling on her shirt.

"Gale," she says, then, and when she looks at him there's something in her eyes that he can pretend is love, is want, is something other than the need to simply feel.

"You okay?" he asks her, and he's the only one who can ask her those kinds of questions, get an honest answer out of her.

She smiles, then, and it's just as beautiful as before. "Yeah."

He can only hope she isn't lying.

*

He thinks about it, then, when he sees her on screen; he sees her kiss Mellark and hold him close and wonders if she'd have done that for anyone; if it's all for show, all for the Games.

He hopes but he doesn't dare believe it.

He loves her, in the worst sense of the word; he loves her even then, even as she kisses him and promises to stay.

She loved him once, too, he thinks, hopes, and he closes his eyes against the sight.

He can't watch.

Not this.

"Catnip," he says, and the name is sharp on his tongue, almost childish.

She's not that girl anymore, not really. She's Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.

And maybe it's for the best.

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

downbythebay_4

4 years ago

rumpledlinen

4 years ago

applepips16

March 24 2012, 05:31:41 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 05:32:38 UTC

gale/ madge - beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men
gale/madge, violence and birdsong, pg13

There’s violence in his voice, no matter the theme of the words that spill out. Gale’s. Even his silence is forceful. She never fit in at school, but he sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere. Head cocked confidentially, ranting at Katniss about things he shouldn’t until the girl’s unflappability tenses and snaps.

Madge thinks that maybe she should risk everything ahead of her, that maybe she would, for just one chance to prove that he isn’t alone.

On nights when she can’t sleep—more often than he’d ever believe, his lips would probably curl with disgust at the soft texture of her sheets—she digs a hand under the waistband of her underwear and thinks about the timbre of his voice and the span of his shoulders and those words: “don’t watch, don’t give them the satisfaction, fight.” There’s a video feed at her home, but every day she goes to watch the games at the Hob instead.

When he’s not there, nothing can slow her heartbeat echoing wildly in her ears and pulsing in the vein in her left temple.

When he is there, watching, listening, head ducked instead of smashing the screen down to the ground—when he is there, she buys whatever he has to sell and goes home.

This is the only instance Madge hopes to never see him.

---

Sometimes he hears it spilling out the back door of the mayor’s home. Music. He’s never seen a piano in person, isn’t sure of what it should even look like. But he knows the sound. That, and the sight of Madge’s long, tapered fingers.

Thinks, on more than one occasion, that if given half the chance he’d smash that thing into a million pieces.

On nights when he can’t sleep, when his skin is too hot and covered in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat and his mind won’t stop circling back to what's happening in that stadium and his town and everywhere across Panem, he slips out of the house and almost always seems to find himself back there. Presses his ear to the cool glass of a window, closes his eyes, and waits.

If there’s music, he stays, a sense of purpose taking root deep in his spine.

If it’s silent, he ducks under the district fence and frantically tries to inhale the only air that he imagines is simple and uncomplicated and free until he can barely breathe at all.

Gale always hopes for music.

morbidmuse

4 years ago

applepips16

4 years ago

clouberding

March 24 2012, 06:00:22 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:00:41 UTC

mags & finnick, if you do everything i tell you there might be a small chance you won't die first
dude. want.
gen, an actual epilogue
mmmmmmmmhmmm gurl

dracaryss

4 years ago

helena_13

4 years ago

kolms

March 24 2012, 06:12:53 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:14:14 UTC

Johanna/Finnick, thieves AU!
*GASP* YES

spafoom

4 years ago