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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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gale/madge, the signs said stop but we went on wholehearted
johanna or enobaria, i've got my own hell to raise
cato/clove, i'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants, the way it stops and starts.
POE. oh my god this is perfect, i will be back for this.

sing_song_sung

6 years ago

sing_song_sung

6 years ago

lavender88

6 years ago

thewindwarns

6 years ago

cato/clove, you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine
First time to fill a prompt *nervous*

Most Grievous Fault Cato/Clove slightly R


Cato did not believe in forgiveness, but he believed in sin. In his head, he listed all the ones he committed and the ones he were yet to, counting them when he could not sleep.

The day he first saw Clove, he added ten to the list. Seven of which became cold, hard truth by afternoon.

The remaining three, he told her, he would leave for the Games.

"I feel special," she said, with a smile that cut better than her knives.

---

He chose a dark night for the third.

Everyone slept as his right hand traveled under her shirt and into her pants. His left trapped a gasp in her throat. Her fingers tried to crush his wrists, but they were too late.

When she had moaned for release, he slowly dragged his nails up, up her abdomen.

He made her watch as he kissed the marks.

---

The second came when there were only four.

She was alive in his arms. With each struggle, he triumphed.

"I hate you!" she had spat before he slapped her.

The rage in her eyes glinted like newly forged steel, while his pride swelled with the bruise on her cheek.

---

The last he had saved for when they were finally alone. But they never were.

As he cradled her deformed head in his arms, he counted all the other sins he would never make. Even if she had let him.

"I feel special," she had whispered.

He did not have time to close her eyes.

That last night, he dreamt that she still watched him. With that same sharp smile, she waited for him to pay for his sins.


rosegilmore

6 years ago

Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch - the children will never learn this in school
Ohhh, interesting. Do hope someone writes this one.
Katniss/Peeta - Survival

rollingplains

March 29 2012, 23:09:27 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  March 29 2012, 23:52:45 UTC

katniss/peeta, untitled, PG

It's not what I know I'll need to do that scares me. What really scares me is the chance that I might not be able to do it.

By the time he boards the stage on that first day, I've already decided that while I can't be above killing him if opportunity presents itself, I will resolve to do it as painlessly as I can.

I regret this almost immediately because I rifle through my mind for humane options and come up short. Sure, a well placed arrow kills a squirrel almost immediately, but the few times I've bagged a deer, there's been profuse bleeding, twitching, cries of pain.

Maybe he'd scream, and I'd run to him, holding his hand and stroking his hair, saying I'm sorry, so sorry (would I be?). And in my mind, he always looks at me with a sense of betrayal before he passes on. I trusted you...

That's just my own guilty conscience talking.

Why would he trust me anyway? He'll be trying to kill you too, I tell myself. But then I'm reminded that he saved my life once, and there were three lives on the line that time, not just one.

---------------------------------------------

"If it comes down to it, how will you kill me?" I ask him the night before. I don't know if I'm expecting an honest answer.

He answers immediately, like he's been thinking about it a lot himself. "In self-defense. They say you can't help it then."

I know what he means. When your mind knows it's over but your body says 'not so fast'. I've seen it before. But only in animals.

His voice breaks through my thoughts. "Besides, weren't you listening to my segment with Cesar?"

I consider this. "Yeah. I guess it won't win you a lot of sponsors if you kill the girl you've been secretly carrying a torch for."

He looks at me as if I'm dense. "Yes. That."

I'm annoyed, but I ignore it. "Let's just not be the final two, ok?"

"What if we can't help it?"

"I don't have all the answers, all right? We'll figure it out. You saved my life once so it wouldn't be fair-" He snorts at this point.

"Fair? Really? That's what you're worried about right now?"

I just talk over him. "-fair," I continue pointedly, "if I use that life to kill you. So let's not let it come to that."

He sighs. "Ok fine. If we're two of the three people left, I'll off myself."

"No!" That's not what I meant at all. "What if whoever's left kills me too? One of us ought to go back."

"And you will."

"Give yourself a chance, at least." I plead. "My life isn't worth more than yours."

"So when am I supposed to stop trying?"

I'm frustrated. "You're not!"

"Unless we're in danger of being the final two. I just promised you I wouldn't let it come to that."

"I changed my mind. Promise me you won't endanger your life to save mine." I demand.

He looks at me like I've gone insane. "I think my life will be endangered the second I step off the platform tomorrow."

"Fine." I hate that they've done this to us. Taken away all our choices and in their place, left options that really aren't options at all. "You're right. Go in it tomorrow and play to win. If you win, our district does too."

"You too." he says. "Don't play like you owe me."

---------

It crosses my mind later that he may have teamed up with the Careers so I wouldn't be afraid of doing what I had forced myself to visualize with every other tribute in the nights preceding. Except him.
Caesar Flickerman - Star crossed lovers
ain't no business like show business

He's got the measure of this boy; he hasn't been in this business forever only to come out stupid. And not very many of them make him genuinely laugh. Most of the time these days he's laughing to keep them from crying. It's harder every year.

But the confession...that stops him short. This is a kid who works a crowd, and who knows? This could just be the most ingenious play he's ever seen. But he knows Haymitch Abernathy; if that man was ever sober enough he might be this smart, but he's never sober enough. And the girl wasn't playing this angle - if it were him, he would have both of them telling this story, hitting all the demographics. But that bit about the girl's sister - that's golden too. Sympathy is something District 12 will not be short on this year.

As he watches their story unfold, he can tell the girl is faking it. Mostly. From the audience, he watches her put it together, that she needs to play the game to survive, but at the end? He's not sure if that's guts or heart and if it's treason or innocence. He figures there are a lot of people on the fence, so he steers his commentary towards innocence. Treason only leads down one road and he kind of likes these kids.

The way he holds her hand at the post-game interview, he knows it's real for the boy. The girl still looks terrified, overacts a couple of times, but she's holding onto him. There's hope that no one will believe any of it was an act.

But he watches the Victory Tour, and they're different. They play the parts but he's not convinced anymore. Something has happened, and even the boy (Peeta he reminds himself) seems a little too earnest.

When he has them on his show again, before the Quarter Quell, he tries his best, but this is not supposed to happen. He pushes their angle again, even though he knows they can't both win again. His charming words taste like ash in his mouth because he wasn't supposed to do this again. Not with these people.

When Peeta dies in the arena, for just a few moments, he sees beneath her hard outer shell, and he uses his hand to cover the little smile that spreads across his lips. Maybe it wasn't all for nothing.

wanderinghope

6 years ago

arysani

6 years ago

chimneysmoke

6 years ago

arysani

6 years ago

chimneysmoke

6 years ago

Seneca/Finnick We were living on borrowed time
Haymitch - AU, at the 75th Games instead of Peeta (or maybe even with Peeta, part of an AU in which every living victor must compete)
every living victor must compete THIS IS GENIUS.

deathmallow

6 years ago

deathmallow

6 years ago

phoebebeesly

6 years ago

deathmallow

6 years ago

phoebebeesly

6 years ago

deathmallow

6 years ago

victor!cato, an emptiness, a heaviness, a void
Oh. Oh. My poor Cato.

jada_jasmine

6 years ago

jada_jasmine

6 years ago

downbythebay_4

6 years ago

electrumqueen

6 years ago

Katniss, AU in which the 3rd Quarter Quell is just like the 1st one - the districts must select their tributes. Who she decides to vote for, and who ultimately is reaped. (Could be Katniss herself, or not)
katniss (or katniss/gale) - oh the tumbling reservations at the heart of my mistakes
katniss, 'cause even when the roses die, there's still some thorns left in your side
cato/clove, holding onto the moment we let go of life, we bought the ticket so we'll take the ride
District Twelve (anyone from 12 or the people there in general) - so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten