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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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FInnick/Annie, Finnick lives, but gets horribly disfigured by the mutts in Mockingjay.
This prompt is amazing.

wanderinghope

5 years ago

cato/clove, love and hate are all part of the thrill
Clove/Peeta (or Clove/Gale)
...it's in the works.

rodlox

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

Thresh and Rue, to watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days

sabaceanbabe

April 13 2012, 13:32:10 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 14 2012, 19:42:17 UTC

Finnick/Gloss, that time, a couple years after Finnick's Games, that Snow sold them as a pair
WANT

sabaceanbabe

5 years ago

glimmer and peeta, glimmer's pov, set during the time peeta has joined careers

I don't know, is this asking too much? I think their interaction would be rather interesting.
ugh yes I need this!
haymitch/effie, maybe i'd love you better if i didn't know you so well
finnick/annie, she'd gone to that dark place inside herself that she went to sometimes where no one could follow (he so wants to follow)
haymitch/effie, you're a thorn in my pride but i'm still by your side

sweetbitter

April 13 2012, 15:11:53 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 13 2012, 15:12:03 UTC

katniss/peeta

"I'll never understand how you stand it."
"Stand what?"
"Me."
i love this prompt so much.
Gale

It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
'Til the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
Katniss/Peeta/Finnick/Annie, AU, they all live together after the war.
Peeta/Katniss, the braid touch

squee92ness

April 13 2012, 22:18:59 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  April 13 2012, 22:19:11 UTC

cato or clove, i'm a soldier to my own emptiness, i'm a winner
gale/madge, every fairy tale had a bloody lining. every one had teeth and claws.
gale/madge, she's nothing but a doll he'll end up breaking.
He didn't think dolls could bleed (oh, but he knew he should have been careful). r-ish

--
Her blonde hair falls over her very fair, very fragile shoulders like sunlight through water and it smells faintly of strawberries, though he thinks that the scent is so much sweeter. He kisses her neck and he marvels at the unadulterated beauty of tasting her. Later, he will forget everything beyond the throbbing in his head and the burning in his throat but for now, he tastes sweet sweet strawberries and not the poorly brewed beer he wasted money on. Later, he will see a blurred figure with golden hair and expensive graces but for now, he sees the girl on fire but he also sees the Capitol doll he doesn’t think he should want as much.

Her moans vibrate against his lips as he inches her underwear down and his hands try to brand her skin to his memory. He kisses her on the lips and the way she kisses him back is soft, comforting, so prim and proper and holy and everything he can’t afford, and so he kisses harder and when he goes there, he goes hard.

She gasps and the sound is one of pain. The tempest in his his gray eyes calm down to an understanding as he feels the blood trickle down her legs. There are tears down her precious, lovely face but he is not sure if they are frightened or betrayed or shocked or if they are just the raindrops that are beginning to drench them.

He steps away from her and he looks and looks and looks and he wonders why he can’t look away. Her white dress is bloodied and her face is broken but she is not angry. Her understanding scars him and he wonders why he has to break every good thing that he is lucky enough to have.

I’m sorry. I didn’t know.

{I’m sorry, Gale. It must be hard watching her with Peeta. She had patted his shoulder then and the simple touch burned him and it was the kind of fire that froze him, because it wasn’t from the girl on fire.

But you won’t know, will you, all cuddled up in that mansion of yours? He had looked at her then and instead of the quick retort she could have lashed at him with, there is pain in her eyes.

He figured he didn’t need the pity, figured he only wanted pain if it was laced with pleasure and so he kissed her - harder when she kissed him back - in the dark dark alley where no one can see him wanting something he should have scorned just because it stood for what killed him.}
effie/haymitch

I want to know you
I want to hear your voice
I want to know you more

I want to touch you
I want to see your face
I want to know you more

Cabin in the Woods Crossover, any, "An act of slaughtering an animal or person or surrendering a possession..."


(If someone will do this for me, I will literally write you anything.)
if I knew Cabin in the Woods, I'd write the crossover for you.
sorry.

sweetbitter

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

lit_wolf

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

downbythebay_4

5 years ago

Katniss/Peeta

And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was bruised and I was set alight,
But you came over me like some holy rite,

And although I was burning,
You're the only light
Only if for a night
katniss (any), we're burning down the highway skyline
Katniss/Peeta Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me. Yes! All of it -- go to, go to!
Fill: Katniss/Peeta, I've been feeling everything, 1/2

I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
So I hold you close


~

The first time Katniss climbs into Peeta’s bed, it is six months after he had planted the primroses.

~

Peeta, on his return to Twelve from Dr. Aurelius’s care, struggles daily with the demons that the old Capital had left him with. He wakes up screaming almost every night, his voice hoarse, the sheets twisted around his thighs and his skin damp with sweat; a vision of Katniss’s hands at his throat still bright in his mind’s eye. Peeta rocks back and forth, with his head in his hand and chants, “Not real, not real, not real” until he believes it.

Digging up and planting the primroses have helped. He looks up once he’s finished, patting the dirt around the flower bed and he sees Katniss watching him through the window. Peeta can see the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks from grief. He nods to her and leaves. Peeta doesn’t trust his voice around her yet.


~

Peeta feels her presence in the dark, through his sleep -fuzzy mind; she is cold and shivering. He opens his covers and arms for her. Katniss slips easily into both and Peeta feels her curl around his body in a way that is painfully intimate, yet familiar. They spend the remainder of the night this way, silent but for their breathing, awake.

Katniss steals out of his house the same way she came in once the sun peeks through his bedroom window. Peeta’s arms feel suddenly empty and his bed is cold.

~

Baking helped too. So fully ingrained in him, he remembered clearly how to mix his ingredients, that Haymitch had ordered for him to come on the supply train, along with his whiskey. Peeta took great pleasure in kneading the dough, pounding it with the heel of his palm over and over, until he was breathing heavily.

The first few batches of bread are inedible. Soon, however, his breads are as light and airy as before. He wraps two loaves and leaves them in the early morning light on Katniss’s doorstep for Greasy Sae to find and give to her. Pastries and iced cookies quickly follow the same path. Every morning, he leaves the baked goods. Peeta hasn’t yet spoken with Katniss.


~

The next time Katniss comes to him in the night, Peeta wakes with a gasp. He can see her eyes, wild in the dark and he knows she woke the same way; perhaps from the same unknown darkness that hinders his dreams. Peeta’s eyes must look as wild as hers, because she hesitates. He reaches for her and she folds under the covers with him, clutching his chest and this time, he curls around her. Katniss drags one of his arms to hang over her waist and his fingers trail the warm skin of her abdomen.

They both sleep this time, but she is still gone in the morning light. Peeta is beginning to remember why he loved her. Loves her.

trippy41

5 years ago

rosegilmore

5 years ago

trippy41

5 years ago

Cato/Clove Cato goes to the feast instead of Clove.
Cato/Clove AU (you might change some ages around I guess, or just take Cato's down a little) Cato watches on from D2 as Clove is tribute to the 74th Hunger Games. He still has one more year, but Clove (being Clove) couldn't wait any longer.
Johanna/Finnick

And I know that you're a good man
Yeah I know that you are gold
Got a real bad tendency though
To turn good shit into mould
victor!prim returning home - [mommy's] little girl is a fucking monster
A/N: I'm not sure that this is exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Title: Angel of Mercy [or was it Death, I'll never tell]
Character: Primrose
Rating: T+
Summary: I'll bring you mercy in these trying times. I'll be your angel... your Angel of Death.
Prompt: victor!prim returning home - [mommy's] little girl is a fucking monster

No one expects her to do very well in the arena. They definitely do not expect her to win. When she leaves for the Capitol, all she gets is condolences and a hope that her death is swift and not drawn out like some have been in the past. {This is the reason that more Tributes do not run away at the start of the Cornucopia Bloodbath... they know that they can't win and their only desire at that point is a swift death}.

And yet, Prim always knew more about survival than what people gave her credit for. Sure she was not as good as Katniss at using a Bow and Arrow or even using knives, but she knew how to heal people. She knew how to tend to the sick and how to stay alive.

During training she went to each station and picked up what she could, but she let the Careers see just how good of a medic she was. Prim wasn't oblivious, she had seen past games and knew that Careers could fight but that they were not medics [and a surprising number of them died from things that could be treated with the right knowledge].

It wasn't a surprise when they invited her into their group. That had been her strategy after all, and it guaranteed her the ability to survive the Cornucopia Bloodbath. While others fell before the careers she made sure to keep herself safe, and later she bandaged them and helped seal their wounds. When it was down to the final eight, she poisoned all four of them. People always forgot just how much knowledge medics really had. {And really, she was always better at medicine and poisons than Katniss ever was}.

She ran to the Cornucopia site as the other three fought, and listened as the mutts were released. By the end of the night she was the only survivor... and she felt no regret. {She will be one of the few victors to have absolutely no nightmares from her time in the arena}. It was a game of survival, and in the end Prim would always be a survivor. {It is never mentioned that their mother's illness after the death of their father was not all in their mother's head. Prim always knew that it was easier to feed two than three}.

After-wards during her interview she talked about how she wanted to build a hospital in District 12 and become a medic there. How much she wished to heal and help the people in her District. She got her wish, but it was no coincidence that many of the elderly and some of the more unruly Peacekeepers died in her care. After all medics always knew more about death than people gave them credit for.

demonbrat_98

5 years ago

monique_chan

5 years ago

kaitou_lili

5 years ago

monique_chan

5 years ago

stars_inthe_sky

5 years ago

monique_chan

5 years ago