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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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75th Hunger Games AU || there is no alliance and one victor wins.
seneca crane/johanna mason
and bleed, red as blood-
red as when
she's my babylon.
D12
At the end of the day, you're another day older
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor
It's a struggle, it's a war
And there's nothing that anyone's giving
One more day standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living

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President Snow, puns can be serious in politics
Thresh, love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves
Neither Save Nor Destroy - Tresh, Rue, all ages


The female tribute is selected first, and there’s a collective sigh when the man from the Capitol reads Rue’s name and she stumbles forward. She’s so young and so pretty. Nobody volunteers to take her place, of course. That would be stupid, tantamount to suicide. But they all watch, silent and trembling, as she mounts the stairs and takes the stage, turning slowly to face her audience.

Somewhere off to Thresh’s right, a man lets out a choked sob, and there’s the shuffle of feet as people move forward to comfort him. Thresh assumes it’s the girl’s father. He doesn’t look. His eyes are on Rue, on her beautiful, upturned little face, and he thinks with a sour snort, She won’t last a day.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, or that he has any desire to see this girl die. But Thresh is a realist. He’s eighteen years old, and in all his life there’s never been a victor from District Eleven. The last victor was Chaff, and that was more than twenty years ago. Tributes from District Eleven usually die in the initial bloodbath. Sending this girl into the arena is … laughable in the sickest and most twisted way.

He hopes that whoever kills her makes it quick.

Then Thresh hears his own name and it’s like being kicked in the spine.

For a few seconds, he doesn’t move. He can’t. He doesn’t know why this should come as a shock; this was always a possibility – a probability, given how many times his name was entered. Unlike the so-called Career Tributes, he’s had no formal training, but he’s spent years making his body strong just in case.

He shouldn’t feel this way, like all the air’s been sucked out of the world.

As he starts forward mechanically, he can feel the eyes of the little girl. He doesn’t look at her as he mounts the stage, and when he’s told to take her hand and shake it, he barely brushes her small fingers with his large, blunted ones.

They stand there together, facing their district, her head barely as high as his elbow. He thinks, There’s no way she can win, not a chance. He knows this. He also knows that his own chances are pretty slim, no matter how strong he is, or how skilled he is with certain bladed weapons.

He can’t protect her, not when he’ll be fighting for his life in the arena.

He can’t kill her either. Not this girl. If she were a little older, a little meaner-looking, if he hadn’t heard her father’s sob…

But she reminds him of a butterfly, and he knows he could never hurt her.

Only tear to pieces anyone who lays a hand on her in the arena.

These Games will cost him his life, not his soul.

azelmaroark

6 years ago

thistlerose

6 years ago

capitol_barbie

6 years ago

thistlerose

6 years ago

katniss/gale/peeta
so come on love, draw your swords
shoot me to the ground
you are mine, i am yours
let's not fuck around

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louder than sirens, louder than bells, au, victor!prim/gale, pg (1/2)

She turns his hands over and over again in her own, feeling the callouses along the joints from years of hunting, the skin supple near the wrist. She has always loved this - studying the body - and his is no different; she finds herself surprised to find freckles in places she doesn't expect, or softness where there ought to be knots of hard muscle. She imagines her touch to be light and delicate as it once was. In her dreams, when she's finished examining his hands, it's only then she notices how deeply she's dug her fingernails into his skin, how grotesque his hands look speckled with blood.

Like the bright trout he brought back for her once - a sickly color, speckled with pink and red on its scales.

"What do you expect to see?" he says, and it's then she realizes how quiet she's been.

She looks at the lines of his palm, crisscrossing, branching out, cut short, frayed like the ends of the rope she used to strangle the tribute from Three. She wonders if he judges her.

"I don't know," she says. If she looks at them long enough, they begin to look like the dried riverbeds of the Arena in its last days. When the Capitol pushed her towards the Cornucopia to deal with the careers. Prim remembers old stories of the world before it became theirs: people who stared long enough into hands and palms to try to learn something about themselves or about the future.

Prim wonders if any of them ever glimpsed the way her fingers tightened around the handle of a knife, if they could ever sense the blood in the water.

-

Gale takes her to the old places they'd liked to visit, and she finds herself surrounded again by tall grasses, wildflowers, and the faint scent of lavender on the air. She can't bring herself to tell him that she doesn't feel home in these places anymore: she isn't the delicate anymore, and the thin petals of flowers only remind her of how fragile everything is, how easily skin can be ripped asunder, how little pressure it takes to draw blood.

She supposes he's always known - he is a hunter.

And there'd perhaps been something childish in all of it, hadn't there? Her stupid wishes in the rooms of the training center, hoping that she could leave this the same person she entered. Hoping she could leave at all. Prim crushes a dandelion between her hands until she feels the milk in the stem wet and sticky against her fingers.

She licks a drop off her knuckle and cannot remember the last time she tasted something so sweet.

-

She hears primroses are a funeral flower in District 6. The thought of it makes her laugh until her stomach turns, until she's on the floor on her hands and knees, heaving.

She hasn't eaten enough to throw anything up, but it leaves her cold and shivering regardless. Her hands shake, and she finds herself wandering to his house before she can think about what she's doing.

He doesn't say anything. Simply lets her sit on his porch, offers her a mug of warm tea.

"I used to heal people," she says, with a soft laugh. "And now, all I can think about - "

He shakes his head. "You're still you, Prim."

The mug is warm between her hands and she presses it against her cheek. She's forgotten how cold it can get at night, even during the milder seasons. She wants to know how he can say that with such certainty, how he can look at her and think she's the same tremulous, small girl that left District 12 so long ago. When she sets her jaw, she can taste blood in the back of her throat, can feel the adrenaline thread through her until her entire body feels alight.

"And what's that?"

He clears his throat. "You fix people."

hyacinthian

6 years ago

rumpledlinen

6 years ago

classicfreak

6 years ago

Cato/Clove. We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified then live forever.

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xhexi

6 years ago

kaitmaree77

6 years ago

KaitlynMaree

6 years ago

Johanna/anyone, you're in ruins
cato/clove, the bones are shifting in my skin and you my love are gone.
stopppp with these perfect prompts.
finnick odair - i led the revolution in my bedroom and i set all the zippers free
is this revenge for all of the au's i've been prompting?

electrumqueen

6 years ago

classicfreak

6 years ago

victor!glimmer, wake up, pretty girl, the joke is on you!
!!!!

wanderinghope

6 years ago

rumpledlinen

6 years ago

classicfreak

6 years ago

johanna/finnick,

"have you ever been in love?"
"what kind of question is that?"
gale/katniss,

“What is REAL?" asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day... "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
gale/katniss, little women!au with gale as teddy and katniss as jo and prim as amy
HOLY FREAKING CRAP THIS THIS THIS!!!

Might have to jump on this like nobody's business...

lit_wolf

6 years ago

lit_wolf

6 years ago

downbythebay_4

6 years ago

lit_wolf

6 years ago