pick me up and take me like a vitamin, johanna/finnick, r
Johanna tells Finn, smile sharp, fingers deftly twisting the cork out of a bottle of wine, “I don’t feel bad for you because you’re pretty, Princess.” The bar is a long, clean line of mahogany that crosses through his dining room. She leans against it casually, eyes half-lidded. The windows behind her filter the sun in red, sunset leaking into the apartment. Johanna turns her head towards it
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johanna/gale, "i'm not here looking for absolution", pg, spoilers for ALL BOOKS. mockingjay especially. (i'm sorry if this got really off-prompt, the workings of my mind often only really make sense to myself...)
Johanna never wants to be forgotten. She wants to go out with a bang, kicking and screaming until the very end. Memorable and fearsome and the person mothers tell their children about just before bedtime. Don't grow up to be like her, sweetie. There's nothing left of her. She's just a hollow shell of bitterness and sarcasm that the cameras breathe some life into.It's a different world now. Katniss Everdeen's face is plastered onto billboards and the only one in all of Panem worth remembering is the one that saved them. Nobody remembers anyone else -- they all simply want to forget
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Aaaaaahhhhhh no way dude, this wasn't off-prompt at all! It was exactly the kind of thing I was looking for! So great omg I just love looking at how well-aligned these two are after the war.
There's no reason to be angry anymore -- but he can't stop. Can't turn off that part of him that was the only thing that kept him going for so long.
They have bitter thoughts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
These parts just killed me; they were so perfect. But really I could quote so many more lines. This was fantastic, thank you thank you!
They spend their time convincing each other that they're okay; that this is okay. Sometimes they say the wrong names but most of the time they don't. Their sick jokes and quick tongues offend everyone but each other. They have bitter thoughts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At the end of the day, they almost manage to convince themselves that they're really, properly alive.
my love is wrapped up in the safety of the dark - Peeta&Katniss (M)
Darkness covers them like a blanket, only smatterings of light dance across their legs as they move. She's surprisingly not as afraid as she thought she would be. He, however, is a bit of mess. Are you sure? has left his mouth several times and she's had to kiss away the question, not that she minds.
Even now with their bodies intertwined and naked, their flesh pressed together, he has this look like he's scared she'll disappear. His hands fumble up her side and manage to land on the one stretch of skin that is ticklish. She tries to hold in the laugh, but his fingertips brush it again and a giggle escapes. The bite of her lip and the mirth in her eyes is all he sees and he smiles slightly, touching the spot again. And she can't help but truly laugh now because he won't stop touching it and he's got a goofy sort of wonder on his face, and it's just too much, too much. She gasps when he pulls her closer, his forehead touching hers.
The words forming and releasing themselves from the cage of heart without her permission.
Oh, this is SO Katniss! I can totally imagine her saying "I love you" accidentally and then realizing she really means it. This whole thing was so good.
Katniss & Peeta [+unnamed D12 tributes], When The Fall Is All That's Left The girl is Prim's age. She's not Prim, but she's small and quiet and Katniss has this overwhelming urge to volunteer for her anyways. Instead she takes her hand and grips it tightly, pulls her in. "I'll teach you to fight," she promises, her lips against the girl's crown. "Do you want to fight?" The girl clutches her tighter and shakes her head. "That's okay. I'll teach you to survive instead
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In the End; Gale/Katniss, Peeta/Katniss; PG; Spoilers for The Hunger Games
In the end, it is Peeta who dies.
Your District is silent, all of those dark, familiar eyes on you like they’ve never been before. You can’t help but feel judged, as if you have committed some grave sin by winning. He (oh, God, Peeta) was so in love with you, after all, you should have died together-entwined like lovers, the nightlock staining both of your mouths with a lovely sort of death.
That isn’t really love, though, is it? Peeta loved you enough to stab himself in the gut as you watched in silent horror.
There are things (Cato and Thresh and Glimmer and everything) that you wish you could erase from your memory. Somehow, that is not one of them.
“Catnip,” Gale greets, and there is some underlying emotion in his words that you do not want to look at too closely. You are overwhelmed, your mind not functioning as it used to quite yet, and you do not smile at the nickname. There is an aching that you cannot shake out, and you think (know) that it may
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Johanna tells Finn, smile sharp, fingers deftly twisting the cork out of a bottle of wine, “I don’t feel bad for you because you’re pretty, Princess.” The bar is a long, clean line of mahogany that crosses through his dining room. She leans against it casually, eyes half-lidded. The windows behind her filter the sun in red, sunset leaking into the apartment. Johanna turns her head towards it ( ... )
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Johanna never wants to be forgotten. She wants to go out with a bang, kicking and screaming until the very end. Memorable and fearsome and the person mothers tell their children about just before bedtime. Don't grow up to be like her, sweetie. There's nothing left of her. She's just a hollow shell of bitterness and sarcasm that the cameras breathe some life into.It's a different world now. Katniss Everdeen's face is plastered onto billboards and the only one in all of Panem worth remembering is the one that saved them. Nobody remembers anyone else -- they all simply want to forget ( ... )
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There's no reason to be angry anymore -- but he can't stop. Can't turn off that part of him that was the only thing that kept him going for so long.
They have bitter thoughts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
These parts just killed me; they were so perfect. But really I could quote so many more lines. This was fantastic, thank you thank you!
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Darkness covers them like a blanket, only smatterings of light dance across their legs as they move. She's surprisingly not as afraid as she thought she would be. He, however, is a bit of mess. Are you sure? has left his mouth several times and she's had to kiss away the question, not that she minds.
Even now with their bodies intertwined and naked, their flesh pressed together, he has this look like he's scared she'll disappear. His hands fumble up her side and manage to land on the one stretch of skin that is ticklish. She tries to hold in the laugh, but his fingertips brush it again and a giggle escapes. The bite of her lip and the mirth in her eyes is all he sees and he smiles slightly, touching the spot again. And she can't help but truly laugh now because he won't stop touching it and he's got a goofy sort of wonder on his face, and it's just too much, too much. She gasps when he pulls her closer, his forehead touching hers.
Katniss? Are you sure? We can...I ( ... )
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Oh, this is SO Katniss! I can totally imagine her saying "I love you" accidentally and then realizing she really means it. This whole thing was so good.
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In the end, it is Peeta who dies.
Your District is silent, all of those dark, familiar eyes on you like they’ve never been before. You can’t help but feel judged, as if you have committed some grave sin by winning. He (oh, God, Peeta) was so in love with you, after all, you should have died together-entwined like lovers, the nightlock staining both of your mouths with a lovely sort of death.
That isn’t really love, though, is it? Peeta loved you enough to stab himself in the gut as you watched in silent horror.
There are things (Cato and Thresh and Glimmer and everything) that you wish you could erase from your memory. Somehow, that is not one of them.
“Catnip,” Gale greets, and there is some underlying emotion in his words that you do not want to look at too closely. You are overwhelmed, your mind not functioning as it used to quite yet, and you do not smile at the nickname. There is an aching that you cannot shake out, and you think (know) that it may ( ... )
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Thank you SO much!
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