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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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any mentor; and i would have stayed up all night, had i known how to save a life
never strong enough; haymitch; pg

The year after he wins, he doesn't know what to do.

The memories of what he did are still running through his dreams - he can still see the ax crushing into her skull, can still see the look of abject terror on her face.

The children (because that's all they are, just fucking children and this whole situation is fucked beyond belief) stare at him, wide-eyed. There's never been a Twelve Victor in their lifetimes.

He doesn't know what to say to these children, who trust in him so much.

"I still can't tell you how I won," he says after a moment, and his words are clear; the slurring comes later, comes after years of loss, of being unable to save. "I tricked them but there's no way they're going to let something like that happen again. The only advice I can give you is to stay alive. Don't run into the fray at the beginning. Don't fight the Careers unless you have to, but when you have to kill do it without regret."

"That's all you have?" the boy asks, and his mouth falls open a bit. Haymitch doesn't know his name - has taken care not to internalize their names.

Haymitch nods. "I wish I could be more help, but the Games - they're rigged against you. No one in the Capitol wants you to win. It sounds evil but that's what they are."

The girl doesn't say a word.

*

When they're killed, too early, too soon, he allows himself a moment to close his eyes, to try to smash down the aching in his chest, in his bones.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, to them - Elle and Patrick, such nice kids, so young, too fucking young. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

That doesn't change.

wakemexsoftly

6 years ago

bankingonamyth

6 years ago

Peeta/Katniss, Catching Fire, you could love me if I knew how to lie
Careers, deliver me from being perfect and complete
whoa.

sing_song_sung

March 28 2012, 18:22:19 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  March 28 2012, 18:22:31 UTC

katniss/clove, i was a dangerous girl, you were too nice for this world
oooooh goooood prompt
Finnick/Annie, you haven't come this far to fall off the earth
Finnick/Johanna

"You’re getting damned romantic."
"No, bored."
Oh, seriously?

jada_jasmine

6 years ago

nicalyse

6 years ago

nicalyse

6 years ago

kolms

6 years ago

nicalyse

6 years ago

sabaceanbabe

6 years ago

nicalyse

6 years ago

a_fallen_girl

6 years ago

nicalyse

6 years ago

Gale/Katniss

"It’s funny," I said. "It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love."
"Do you think so?" her eyes looked flat again.
"I don’t mean fun that way. In a way it’s an enjoyable feeling."
"No," she said. "I think it’s hell on earth."
Gale/Johanna, Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.


Fight Club quotes are almost too perfect for this, this one particularly.

w_addams13

6 years ago

w_addams13

6 years ago

rosegilmore

6 years ago

w_addams13

6 years ago

Gale/Katniss, "I can’t help it. I’m a goner. It’s tearing me all up inside."
cato/clove, we all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.


johanna, she is the only lady I have ever known who was as charming when she was drunk as when she was sober
Finnick/Annie - And love is not a victory march, It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Do want but :'(
cato/clove, this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
these fight club prompts are ruining my life
peeta/katniss/gale, tomorrow will be kinder, i swear
(I have no idea what kind of reality is going on that I set up Katniss, Peeta, Gale, and other in a dormitory-like setting, but that's what came to my brain when I read the prompt. Hope you like it!

Peeta/Katniss/Gale - Nightmares Until The Morning Light - PG13 - Spoilers for the entire trilogy

Nightmares were the one souvenir from their ordeals that the three would have gladly left behind them.

Katniss was haunted by Prim and Rue. She watched them die right in front of her eyes, just beyond her fingers, impossible to save. Rue drowned in a sea of blood, spear still stuck within her body, and Prim was swallowed up by flames while Katniss screamed so loud that her voice broke through her dreams and into reality.

Peeta fought against lingering tracker jacker venom dreams. Though he now knew what was real and not real, his friends and family still transformed into unrecognizable monsters. He tried to escape them, out run them, but their claws reached out and caught him, tearing into his skin so deep that he searched for wounds when he finally woke in a cold sweat.

Gale was caught up in memories of the District 12 bombings. Cries for help echoing in his ears, smoke and debris filling the air until he was blind, his skin burning from the uncontrollable fires. He fought his way through the loss of his senses, reaching for his mother, his siblings, Prim and her mother, Madge and his friends. They screamed for him, begging for help, but disappeared into the terrifying silence that followed the Capitol's attack.

Alone, the three could not keep their nightmares away. But then they realized they didn't have to face them alone.

They couldn’t remember the night it started; just that one was screaming in their sleep and the others ran in without hesitation. But afterwards, after the most peaceful dream-less sleep they’d had since a small slip of paper at the 74th District 12 Reaping had changed all their lives, they couldn’t stop.

First it was hesitant and quiet footsteps down the hall after everyone else was in bed, afraid that waking anyone would require an awkward explanation none of them were ready to speak out-loud. Then, after realizing their housemates didn’t care about their sleeping arraignments, the three shared a bed without a care of outside opinion.

Because the three were stronger together than apart. They curled around each other, arms and legs entangled, each touching the other two, no one on the outside or neglected. And when the nightmares came to one, the others were there to help ease it from memory.

Fingertips brushing across skin pulled Katniss away from the deaths she couldn’t prevent. Gentle kisses against his cheek rescued Peeta from the monsters he couldn’t fight. Soothing words whispered in Gale’s ear released him from the friends and family he couldn’t save.

By day, the nightmares were a memory. Not a distant one but one they could push aside in order to live their lives. It was at night they returned. Not every night; some nights passed with one waking the other two. But those were rare. Instead Katniss, Peeta, and Gale retired to their bed each night, prepared to wake if they were needed.

And as two held one, Katniss caught up in the strong arms of her boys, or Peeta clinging to the reality of his hunters, or Gale begging to hear the voices of his victors, they promised each other that the night would soon pass and that tomorrow would be a better day.

candistripa

6 years ago

electrumqueen

6 years ago

Katniss/Gale || how did we get here? I used to know you so well