Sea Breeze-A Hunger Games fic
Title: Sea Breeze
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Rating: K+
Summary: Takes place immediately after Catching Fire. Katniss and Gale have a conversation, and Katniss soon realizes how much she needs Gale. One-shot/drabble, rated K+
A/N:
Here is a little Katniss/Gale fic. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games trilogy.
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I sit at the table, staring out the window. I am watching District Four, the fishing district, whiz by. The ocean spreads out before the hovercraft, the waves crashing onto the rocky shore. I breathe in, pretending I am there at the beach, letting the sea breeze wash over me.
"Katniss." I turn around. I find Gale looking at me, his brow furrowed.
"Gale," I say flatly. I haven't had a real conversation with him since he told me that my home, District Twelve, had been obliterated by the Capitol. I know it's not his fault, but I just couldn't talk to him, afraid he would spew out more horrible things.
"We should talk, Katniss."
I nod. "I suppose we should."
He walks towards me cautiously, taking a seat opposite me. He stares out of the window for one second, then fixes his gaze on me.
"I didn't mean to upset you. You know that."
I nod. "I know, Gale. I just...it was too much to take in after..." I stop. I don't want to be reminded of the conversation I had with Haymitch, Finnick, and Plutarch.
"I just didn't want to keep you in the dark about it."
We sit in silence for the next few moments, the both us staring down at District Four.
"What was it like." My voice is barely audible.
Gale looks at me. "What?"
"District Twelve...being firebombed. What was it like?" My voice rises, despite the tears threatening to escape my eyes.
Gale doesn't lie to me. "It was a nightmare. People...people screaming, dying-" I flinch at his words "everything going to ruins. It...it was like the world was ending."
The tears fall.
"Katniss." Gale reaches over, putting his hand on my cheek. "It's not your-"
"Yes it is." I stand up abruptly, my voice breaking. "It's my fault. And don't you dare say it's not, Gale!" I stand by the window, gazing out at the sea crashing onto the large boulders.
I flinch as he puts his hand on my shoulder. "Katniss." He gently puts his hand on my chin, twisting my face to look into his gray eyes. "This is not, never has, never will be your fault. You know who's fault it is? The Capitol's."
I shake my head. "Gale-"
"It's the Capitol's fault you were in that arena twice. It's the Capitol's fault Prim's name was called at the reaping. It's the Capitol's fault we even need to have a rebellion. It's the Capitol's fault Peeta's not here with us right now."
I flinch at the sound of Peeta's name. I shake as I remember Haymitch telling me that the Capitol took him. A sob escapes my chest as I imagine him in a prison being tortured for information. Information about me.
Gale wraps his arms around me. I cry into his chest. But not just for Peeta. For all the tributes who died in every single Hunger Games. I cry for all the people who starved to death in District Twelve. I cry for my father and Gale's father, who were both blasted to bits in the mines. I cry for everyone who had to suffer at the hands of the Capitol.
Finally, I calm down. I bring my face from his chest, not looking at Gale out of embarrassment. I wipe the tears from my face, and stare out the window.
"We'll set things right, Catnip. We will. I promise you."
I stare at my friend, at the determination on his face. Gale's moment has come; after years of cursing the Capitol, he can finally do something that will help take them down. I look at my friend, and think on how much he's changed since I first met him. I think on how much I need him, now that all of Panem is depending on me. I need his warmth, his comfort, his intelligence. I need my Gale.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out.
"For what?" He creases his eyebrows.
"For..." I cannot bring myself to finish the sentence. He would dismiss it, anyway.
I say something else. "When we face the Capitol, we'll be a team. Like always."
A smile plays at his lips. "Like always." I smile back.
This time, it's me who leans in to kiss him. I wrap my hands around his neck, while he sets his hand at my waist. I deepen the kiss, twisting my lips this way and that, only feeling Gale, wanting Gale, seeing Gale. I feel a stirring in my chest, a warmth sprout through my body as he sets one hand on my cheek and deepens the kiss even more.
Too soon, we separate. My hands are still wrapped around his neck, while his hand is set at my waist again.
"Just...just hold me Gale. Don't let go," I whisper, closing my eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he answers setting his forehead against mine.
We stand there for what feels like hours, holding each other. I open my eyes. I look out the window, down at the seagulls flying towards the sea.
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I'm going to be putting up a Katniss/Peeta one-shot tomorrow (probably). As you can see, I don't really know who I want Katniss to end up with. I'm neutral. I don't even think I want Katniss to end up with anyone at all...
I hope you enjoyed, and please review! =D
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Rating: K+
Summary: Takes place immediately after Catching Fire. Katniss and Gale have a conversation, and Katniss soon realizes how much she needs Gale. One-shot/drabble, rated K+
A/N:
Here is a little Katniss/Gale fic. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games trilogy.
~~
I sit at the table, staring out the window. I am watching District Four, the fishing district, whiz by. The ocean spreads out before the hovercraft, the waves crashing onto the rocky shore. I breathe in, pretending I am there at the beach, letting the sea breeze wash over me.
"Katniss." I turn around. I find Gale looking at me, his brow furrowed.
"Gale," I say flatly. I haven't had a real conversation with him since he told me that my home, District Twelve, had been obliterated by the Capitol. I know it's not his fault, but I just couldn't talk to him, afraid he would spew out more horrible things.
"We should talk, Katniss."
I nod. "I suppose we should."
He walks towards me cautiously, taking a seat opposite me. He stares out of the window for one second, then fixes his gaze on me.
"I didn't mean to upset you. You know that."
I nod. "I know, Gale. I just...it was too much to take in after..." I stop. I don't want to be reminded of the conversation I had with Haymitch, Finnick, and Plutarch.
"I just didn't want to keep you in the dark about it."
We sit in silence for the next few moments, the both us staring down at District Four.
"What was it like." My voice is barely audible.
Gale looks at me. "What?"
"District Twelve...being firebombed. What was it like?" My voice rises, despite the tears threatening to escape my eyes.
Gale doesn't lie to me. "It was a nightmare. People...people screaming, dying-" I flinch at his words "everything going to ruins. It...it was like the world was ending."
The tears fall.
"Katniss." Gale reaches over, putting his hand on my cheek. "It's not your-"
"Yes it is." I stand up abruptly, my voice breaking. "It's my fault. And don't you dare say it's not, Gale!" I stand by the window, gazing out at the sea crashing onto the large boulders.
I flinch as he puts his hand on my shoulder. "Katniss." He gently puts his hand on my chin, twisting my face to look into his gray eyes. "This is not, never has, never will be your fault. You know who's fault it is? The Capitol's."
I shake my head. "Gale-"
"It's the Capitol's fault you were in that arena twice. It's the Capitol's fault Prim's name was called at the reaping. It's the Capitol's fault we even need to have a rebellion. It's the Capitol's fault Peeta's not here with us right now."
I flinch at the sound of Peeta's name. I shake as I remember Haymitch telling me that the Capitol took him. A sob escapes my chest as I imagine him in a prison being tortured for information. Information about me.
Gale wraps his arms around me. I cry into his chest. But not just for Peeta. For all the tributes who died in every single Hunger Games. I cry for all the people who starved to death in District Twelve. I cry for my father and Gale's father, who were both blasted to bits in the mines. I cry for everyone who had to suffer at the hands of the Capitol.
Finally, I calm down. I bring my face from his chest, not looking at Gale out of embarrassment. I wipe the tears from my face, and stare out the window.
"We'll set things right, Catnip. We will. I promise you."
I stare at my friend, at the determination on his face. Gale's moment has come; after years of cursing the Capitol, he can finally do something that will help take them down. I look at my friend, and think on how much he's changed since I first met him. I think on how much I need him, now that all of Panem is depending on me. I need his warmth, his comfort, his intelligence. I need my Gale.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out.
"For what?" He creases his eyebrows.
"For..." I cannot bring myself to finish the sentence. He would dismiss it, anyway.
I say something else. "When we face the Capitol, we'll be a team. Like always."
A smile plays at his lips. "Like always." I smile back.
This time, it's me who leans in to kiss him. I wrap my hands around his neck, while he sets his hand at my waist. I deepen the kiss, twisting my lips this way and that, only feeling Gale, wanting Gale, seeing Gale. I feel a stirring in my chest, a warmth sprout through my body as he sets one hand on my cheek and deepens the kiss even more.
Too soon, we separate. My hands are still wrapped around his neck, while his hand is set at my waist again.
"Just...just hold me Gale. Don't let go," I whisper, closing my eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he answers setting his forehead against mine.
We stand there for what feels like hours, holding each other. I open my eyes. I look out the window, down at the seagulls flying towards the sea.
~~
I'm going to be putting up a Katniss/Peeta one-shot tomorrow (probably). As you can see, I don't really know who I want Katniss to end up with. I'm neutral. I don't even think I want Katniss to end up with anyone at all...
I hope you enjoyed, and please review! =D