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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Haymitch swirls his glass for a second before he can’t stand being apart from the whiskey that burns his throat deliciously. He slurps the drink messily, promptly forgetting Effie was sitting just across from him going through the schedule for, oh what seems the thousandth time. So really, he doesn’t feel too bad when he sees her horrified face.He didn’t mean to spill, it just, you know. He reaches for the bottle again and almost sighs in relief at the familiar touch before popping the cap off and pouring in the booze again.

Effie’s now going off on a tantrum of his disgraceful behaviour at the reaping at district 12 and he can barely pay attention, because honestly he’s had far too many drinks to keep up with the speed of her speaking. She seems to have calmed down after a rant; he managed to get through half of his glass, and she sits beside him.

They weren’t always this...well, one could call it loathing almost, but it feels more like distant. Haymitch blocks the world, including Effie, out with his booze and she uses her notebook as a wall as her own form of protection. When they started off, they were almost...hopeful and definitely more cooperative. To be fair, that hope hasn’t entirely disappeared, but it’s a rare night that Haymitch would ever admit it to himself. They were a good team. They worked. They pushed each other and prepared their few first kids rather well, they had a good chance. But it started to be too much for either of them. Haymitch would start to feel the bile creep up his throat as their kids became skewered, burned, strangled or destroyed by whatever fancy weapon the Capitol had thrown out for the slaughter for the year. He found alcohol kept his bile down. It made it easier to stomach the showings. It made it easier to just deal. He noticed while his uptake of alcohol was on the increase, Effie was determined to wear the most extravagant colours, clothing, whatever. She became increasingly obsessed with the meticulous details. They were just coping. What else could they do?

“I have a good feeling about our pair this year,” Effie speaks softly.

Haymitch sighs and grabs her hand long enough to give it a small squeeze before letting go and gripping his glass even tighter.

“You say that every year.”

“I know.”

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kolms

March 24 2012, 06:13:21 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:14:04 UTC

Peeta/Johanna, everything i love has gone away
peeta/johanna, "we all fall down", Mockingjay spoilers

"Everyone I love is dead."

Johanna would roll her eyes, but she hasn't the energy for it. "Welcome to the club," she manages, her voice a whisper and less biting than she'd like. She aches, her body wracked with pain and exhaustion, the electricity they used making her feel as if there are tiny bugs crawling beneath her skin, buzzing with their fluttering wings.

Peeta looks at her miserably from his cell. It's across the narrow hallway from hers, appearing wide open but in actuality caging him with the same sort of nearly-invisible force field as in the arena. It's more for his benefit than hers, making him look at her broken body. Johanna would rather be left alone in her misery.

"I loved a mutt."

Johanna lets her eyes slip closed, her temple pressed against the hard, cold floor. She's heard this before. Katniss is a mutt.

Katniss may be a bitch, but she's as human as any of them, and just a stupid fucking girl who didn't even know what she was starting when she started it. She'd have to be human to be that dense, that clueless.

"Johanna?"

She forces her eyes open, sees the concern on Peeta's face turn to relief. This is exhausting too, having to reassure him that she's still alive.

He doesn't understand that the Capitol wouldn't be so kind as to let her die with even this much comfort, the peace of lying alone on the floor of a prison cell that is too cold, too bright.

"Did you mean it when you said there was no one left that you love?"

"Yes." She doesn't remember saying it, can't be bothered to try, but it's the truth either way.

"Have you been in love?"

The sigh makes her ribs ache, and she allows her eyes to close again. "No." This is a lie.

"Do you think you could be?"

There's hope in his voice, like he thinks they might ever see the light of day again, breathe fresh air, get out of this fucking prison. She hates him for being hopeful.

"No."

This is the truth.

jada_jasmine

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nicalyse

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jada_jasmine

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red_b_rackham

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nicalyse

4 years ago

Katniss/Peeta, and our world is almost beautiful again
The crash of thunder reminds her of the bombs that fell that day. Destructive things that man designed to annihilate what was good and beautiful in the world. She has to remind herself that they can't hurt her now. She is safe.

Then comes the lightning. It's bright, electric flashes recall images of that second arena. The gold wire unspooling around her legs, keeping her from the one thing that she needed to reach. Needed to save. But they are separated as the dark drowns out all noise, all thought.

The darkness encloses her and all time is lost. Moments are unrestrained and nightmares flourish until daylight breaks through.

Daylight is nothing new to her. She once relished the feel of it on her face, the warmth of it in the air. Breathing in and out, sunshine laced dreams of a life free from the captivity of the Capitol. Free from the whims of a people who had an eternity to live out their days. A people who have never known a want for anything.

She had felt fear, pain, hunger and loneliness. Had survived through many horrors, many unimaginable things but today she could really live.

She would hold on to what was left and try to forget the pain of what was lost. Remembering only the beauty that could be found in the ashes.

gydas

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kolms

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stinabug87

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WANT. This movie gave me tons of Haymitch/Effie feelings I previously didn't have.

tomlinsons

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doogner

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doogner

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red_b_rackham

4 years ago

katniss/gale, gale as tribute au — the victor's return
Us Against the World- Katniss/Gale, AU, PG

She does not hear the name of the girl tribute called, she only knows it is not Prim’s, and not her own. A giddy sense of relief fills her heart. The odds were in their favor this year.

It is a hard, brutal snap back to reality when Effie Trinket chirps out a name she knows almost as well as her own. Gale Hawthorne. Katniss goes numb.

______

Katniss goes to say goodbye. How could she not? Words are not enough and there are not words to say what Gale has become to her.

“I’ll take care of them.” She says, referring to his family. He nods in response.

“But just until you come back.” She says, as if offering him a reason to come back. To survive.

“I’ll do my best, Catnip.” He says, rubbing his hand over her smooth cheeks, wiping away tears Katniss didn’t even know she was crying. He leans down, and covers her lips with his own.

The doors open, and the Peacekeepers come, and she’s left wandering towards home. He is further away than she can reach.

_______
The odds were in his favor. Gale Hawthorne, tribute from District 12 is the victor of the 74th Hunger Games. District 12 is alight with excitement, as they haven’t had a victor since Haymitch (who with his drinking habits is not someone to be particularly proud of.)

The day of Gale’s homecoming is something to celebrate. The entire district seems to have turned out; the train station decorated in finery, a choir singing, a band playing, and an extravagantly decorated cake waiting to welcome him home.

Everyone is happy today. Today, they have hope.

Katniss is full of excitement as she waits for the train. She helps avert disaster when the large cake starts to fall off of the table it is displayed on- with the help of the baker’s son, Peeta. She smiles at him, remembering a time when he had saved her- by throwing bread into the rain. It was before she had learned to hunt, when her mother had tuned out and food was incredibly scarce.

The moment is broken when the train arrives.

Gale greets her with a kiss.

For Katniss, the nightmare is over. He is alive, and safe, and home. Their lives are not the same as before the games; for Gale no longer needs to hunt, he is now rich. They marry in short order in a ceremony broadcasted all over Panem. She moves with her mother, Prim, Buttercup and the goat into a fancy house. Haymitch is an odd neighbor.

Gale is never the same. He is haunted by dreams, of death and sorrows that he faced in the arena. He is a bird in a cage, trapped by memories from which he will never be free.

red_b_rackham

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tilty

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I watched her as she slept cradled in the arms of District 12, the way she always held the youngest in her arms at night--the way I once held her in my arms at night--and I had hope, for my Rue lived another day.

I watched as my agile, nimble girl with the bright eyes and cherubic face plotted with District 12 and then disappeared into the trees. Stay in the trees, I wanted to tell her. Stay in the trees and never come down.

I watched as my Rue leapt nimbly through the trees, just the way she would when she was out in the fields, and my heart beat with pride. And my heart beat with terror. Not that way! Not that way! And she was caught.

I watched as District 12 freed her from the bindings, and the mindless terror that had gripped me loosened just for a moment. A moment too soon, because then he appeared, that golden boy and killed my little girl. My Rue.

I watched as my husband cried and beat his chest and howled his grief, and called for his little girl to come back to him. But she never would.

I watched as our children cried not yet truly understanding that their Rue was never returning; not truly realizing that their Rue would never again sing them to sleep nor teach them how to fly from branch to branch.

We watched through tears as District 12 sang our baby to eternal rest, and buried my baby girl in flowers. And when they cut away from my Rue to some other brutality, to another mother's nightmare, I finally knew in my heart of hearts that I would never ever kiss my baby's hurts better again, because some hurts are too deep and too final for anything else to make it all better again.

freckles929

4 years ago

yueni

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tilty

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yueni

4 years ago

Cato/Glimmer, The Star-crossed Lovers of Districts 1 & 2
DO WANT

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i would have died for her, so now i live for her katniss/peeta, spoilers for all three books.

Sorry, it was too long for a comment, so I posted it in my LJ.
Katniss/Peeta A truth should exist,it should not be used like this. If I love you - is that a fact or a weapon?
Peeta’s hand is in hers, and she wants to scream. Wants to, but doesn’t, keeps smiling for the cameras, fingers interlocking until the blood seems to freeze over in her veins. He leans over and whispers something in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, and the ice seems to melt a little bit, but still she pulls back, pulls away, and suddenly her hand is free and she is breathing again.

Later, she will replay this in her mind, wondering how this looked to the audience, how this looked to Snow. But for now, she is in the present, and the present means dealing with Peeta and the expression on his face, his hand already reaching for hers again. And she thinks of white roses, of the sticky sweet smell of blood, and she submits, trying not to wince as his fingers close around hers.

This is stupid, she tells herself, but she remembers the gleam in Snow’s eyes, the weight of the broken crown on her head, thinks about her mother and Prim and Gale and everyone dead, dead because of her, and she stops thinking anything at all.

***

“I love you,” he says, and he smiles, this boy with the bread, this baker’s son who has always loved her, delighting in the reality that now he can say it, that now it’s common knowledge, that now it’s her hand he’s holding on to.

“I love you, too,” she says back, and if it sounds forced, if it sounds flat, he doesn’t notice, only leans over again and brushes a kiss against her jaw, and it’s gentle and fragile and she’s worried about smashing it.

***

She’s asleep, or as close as she ever gets now, the sheets bunched up in her hands, and she twists under the moonlight, ears straining still, listening for the crunch of footsteps like she’s still in the Games. She has to remind herself she’s done, she’s out of the arena, she’s alive.

She thinks of Peeta, of the cave, of the way he can touch her and it feels like it will be okay. She thinks of a promise she made, a threat flung against her, and the weight of Peeta’s hand in hers. The star-crossed lovers from District 12, she thinks and a part of her wonders if the berries weren’t something to be regretted, if dying really hurt that badly.

“I love you,” she knows she’ll say tomorrow, but she’s done trying to figure out if it’s true, if it’s forced, if it will hurt in the end (and it will, she knows somewhere inside herself, hurt in the end). Her eyes close and she sees everyone dead, dead because of her, and she can feel Peeta’s hand in hers like a ghost, and she wonders if she’s half the actress she needs to be.

hotpiexoxo

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oh god oh god whaaaat a good prompt

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red_b_rackham

4 years ago

Cato/OMC, Your body's home by your soul's not
katniss/peeta, mockingjay, i never knew daylight could be so violent/a revelation in the light of day/you can't choose what stays and what fades away (or the whole song, whichever)
Can't believe this one isn't filled yet! Writing it now.

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subtlynice

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subtlynice

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No One Knows

Effie had never known starvation. She had never had to work until her hands bled. She didn't know the bitterness of cold.

Being born in a privileged city of decadence, childhood awash with the bright colors of her parents debauchery, had ensured food on the table, medicine for every ailment, an education for any position she had talent for. She lived her life free of trivial worries, safe in the knowledge that her government would provide, that her President would lead her to greener pastures.

One did not mention that food came from the slaves of District 11 or that the medicine could be put to better use elsewhere.

"Effie dear, bite your tongue," her mother would say.

And it was the epitome of bad manners to mention that you could not remember having ever elected President Snow.

"Effie dear, bite your tongue," her mother would remind her.

And if her mother taught her anything, her beautiful, brightly colored mother, it was that bad things happen to those with bad manners. Bad manners brings Peacekeepers, bad manners means a baton to the face, bad manners gets you taken away in the middle of the night, your apartment, your possessions, your life, belonging to another the very next day.

Effie knew oppression. Effie knew fear, had only ever been afraid for herself.

But then Haymitch, the stumbling, bumbling drunk of a man had fallen suddenly into her lap, figulartively in the sense that she could not help but care for this obviously traumitized Victor, and literally in the sense that upon their first meeting he had fallen and rested his head upon her knees. The word 'manners' meant nothing to him.

After the 70th Games (when the tributes out of 12 had both been thirteen, and had both been killed in the bloodbath) he had ranted and swore and smashed a full decanter of whiskey against the wall next to Effie's head, screaming that the Capitol murdered those children. Effie looked from side to side, eyes wide and terrified, as if Peacekeepers would leap out from under the couch or from inside the closet and beat them both to death with their baton's. She'd rushed towards him, thrown him off with her desperate hands clasping over his mouth, shushing him hurridly.

"Haymitch," she'd hissed, "bite your tongue," but he did not look swayed, he looked positively livid. Effie felt for the first time that the rest of the saying, the part her mother had always left unsaid, was necessary. "Bite your tongue, before they cut it out."


Haymitch, grey eyes narrowed, stared down at her.

Years later in District 13, it was his turn to remind her, "Bite your goddamned tongue, princess," he said. And though she'd been pretty high and in a lot of pain at the time she understood. She understood in the sense that District 13 was no better in his mind then the Capitol was. That she had to be careful, be wary.

Wow, i thought this would get around to filling the prompt but it sort of didn't. well half of it anyway i guess, the first sentance at least.




wicked_g

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

madge; survival

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red_b_rackham

4 years ago

insideways

4 years ago

katniss/peeta,

i hear your question
and how you ask it
what use is love if
it always passes?

kolms

March 24 2012, 06:37:20 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:37:35 UTC

Clove, i was not born to be tamed

mysticandsevere

March 26 2012, 22:56:22 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 26 2012, 22:56:51 UTC

When she killed her sister's cat, her mother screamed. Her father smirked and said, she's gonna be a victor.

She was sent to the training facility the next day.

-

She got her knives taken away when she drew it out too long.

The long distance throwing, with the dummies, that was what her coaches bragged about to the other academies. She was the pride of her school, her and her knives. Clove could make that throw! they shouted to the other girls when they missed. She could hit anything they put in front of her. But it was the close contact she had fun with.

She got a month without her knives the day she carved a C into her partner's cheek.

-

During the Reaping, she shoved the girl tribute out of the way.

The boy, Cato, grinned at her as she stomped up to the stage. Her fingers twitched.

-

Her knife hit the boy from 9 in the back when he was fighting with fire girl.

10 slapped her on the face. She stabbed him in the chest.

-

She's asleep, but not really, and she feels Cato's hand on her hip and knows it's Cato because she sees the way he looks at her. It disgusts her.

She dreams of slitting his throat.

-

When she tackled fire girl to the ground, she thought, now the fun begins. No trainers yelling to make it quick, no peers looking horrified, no Clove, the jugular!

Then she was in the air and her head cracked against the Cornucopia.

Then a rock cracked her skull.

kolms

4 years ago

insideways

4 years ago

red_b_rackham

4 years ago

hyacinthian

March 24 2012, 06:37:29 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 06:37:39 UTC

katniss/peeta, i understand what you describe/ that there are things we don't decide/ they are decided for us/ still i would trust/ that we are safe when we're together
cato/clove, you like your girls insane
AMAZING

magic_knickers

4 years ago

katniss everdeen, i walk this world forever in a dream / or is this the land of the living?
finnick/annie, in our bedroom after the war (all the living are dead and the dead are all living)
THIS SONG. This entire album, tbh. I hope it gets filled!

tilty

4 years ago

finnick/annie, training for the 70th hunger games
haymitch/maysilee's twin, numb

kimbles

March 24 2012, 07:15:24 UTC 4 years ago Edited:  March 24 2012, 07:16:56 UTC

gale & johanna & finnick (or gale/johanna/finnick) young & tragic
i... hope this is close enough to what you were looking for? :/

i wish that we were magic. pg-13. spoilers for mockingjay. johanna, gale, finnick.

There's something to be said for habits it's hard to break.
katniss, babylon was built on fire
katniss/cinna, i'll leave my jacket to keep you warm
WANT

clouberding

4 years ago