THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

[redbrunja]

With the release of the finale book of The Hunger Games Trilogy imminent, it seems like an excellent time for a comment meme to whet fandom's appetite. (Plus I just finished my third reread of the first two books and yet still want more!)

So I present.....

THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

How To Play
1. Place a prompt as a comment.
2. Comment with as many prompts as you want. Seriously. Don’t be shy.
3. Reply to a prompt comment with corresponding story! This is a “drabble meme,” so no pressure to write anything more than 500 words. But I doubt any lucky OP would receive an unexpected epic with anger, right? So write whatsha want.
4. Feel free to pimp out this meme to all the communities you can think of + your flist! The more the merrier!

Prompt Examples
A lyric or quote! Katniss/Peeta, "Lend me a helping hand ‘cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand."
A word! Gale, patient.
A kink! Madge/Katniss, blindfold.
A bit of dialogue! Finnick/Annie, "I just miss you when you're gone."
An action! Prim, mending clothes.
A situation! Johanna/Haymitch, killing time at the Capital.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

(meme format totally cribbed from stainofmylove .)

Comments

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Johanna, she doesn't remember their faces anymore.

[electrumqueen.livejournal.com]

okay, this... ended up being sort of long. and potentially not really what you wanted, sorry :/

She does not tell it like a tragedy; after a while, genre lines start to blur. This could be a comedy, after all. (http://electrumqueen.livejournal.com/240090.html#cutid1)

[electrumqueen.livejournal.com]

Haymitch + Finnick; I could use someone like you.

[soapygirl.livejournal.com]

Katniss and Prim "I worry about you"

[greenconverses.livejournal.com]

Peeta/Katniss, lonely nights

[greenconverses.livejournal.com]

Prim/Peeta, Prim's got a bit of an unrequited crush on Peeta

[koukuu.livejournal.com]

He has incomparably blue eyes. I've never seen anything as blue as his determined, troubled eyes. They swallow me up; I want to swim past his irises and into his soul.

I watch him as he moves, shoulders slumped, mouth held firm despite it all. He wants to be a tower, but he is a tower. A blue-eyed tower with tousled blonde hair that begs for me to run my fingers through it. His strength holds us afloat. Even though he's suffering, he fights on to keep the one he loves above the water. His bravery makes me want to cry from gratitude.

I have blue eyes. Unlike Katniss's, like Peeta's. They stare, and his stare right back at me. The troubled clouds have cleared, and his face melts into a longing smile. He wants what he can't have. You can have me. You can have me, Peeta, I whisper.

I blink, and he blinks, and I step back from the window and away from my reflection; the blue eyes recede, no longer staring into mine. And Peeta is really inside, not out in the cold, snowy wind with me, but his face is just like that.

He's watching my sister, who deserves him so much more than I, but may yet throw him away.

The bitter day suddenly feels so much colder, and so much more desolate.

AN: Prim kinda ended up sounding older than I intended..

[greenconverses.livejournal.com]

Johanna/Finnick, holding hands

revolution (of rebellion and ferris wheels)

[oneoffour111.livejournal.com]

So. I haven’t read the books in months and therefore I have only vague ideas of what’s in character and what’s not, but that didn’t stop me from writing fic for my bbs Finnick and Johanna. Un-beta’d, unpolished, etc. Enjoy!

[Suggested Listening: Turn Off The Lights by Nelly Furtado.]

Five Times Finnick and Johanna Held Hands (And One Time They Couldn't)

1. People always hesitate to touch him at first, probably because of his status as handsome but not so wholesome heartbreaker. He does have quite the reputation, he knows that--he encourages it, even--but the truth is, he hasn’t loved anyone since Annie. He’s not sure if that’s healthy, especially for a guy who’s supposed to be the number one playboy in all of Panem, but it’s true.

So when he and Johanna bump into each other outside the control room and she doesn’t shrink back when he grabs her hand to steady her balance, he smiles. Johanna Mason might be a sassy know-it-all sometimes, he thinks, but she’s always a breath of fresh air.

2. They become co-conspirators, the two of them. And before all of it--the plans, the Quarter Quell, the star-crossed lovers of District 12--there is a handshake.

3. “It’s hard to tell which you have less of, muscles or brains,” Johanna teases, because sometimes it’s just easier to focus on anything but the growing rebellion. “What are you even doing here? Why are you wasting your time on probably pointless strategy with an old friend from District 7 here when you could be partying all night long?”

He looks up from his diagrams, and the lightbulb flickers. “Are you kidding?” Finnick replies. “Nowhere I’d rather be.” He flashes a rueful grin and sighs, because they both know how artificial that was. “But what was that? In the beginning there? Something about muscles?” Johanna nods. “Yeah, okay. How about a contest? Arm wrestling was all the rage while I grew up, and it’s probably more appropriate than full-on grappling right now. Though I’m always available for you, Johanna, just remember that.” He’s flirting, and he assumes it’s just habit until he realizes that he hasn’t felt like this--genuine--for forever. Johanna smiles.

And that’s how Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason sat in a cramped bunker in District 13 at a terrible hour of the morning and arm wrestled until they were too tired to arm wrestle any longer.

4. It’s so dark. It’s so dark in that tunnel, getting ready to break into the Capitol’s headquarters and secure the information they need without getting caught, and Johanna has always been the fierce one who gets through everything on her own, but it’s seriously suffocating her. She’s going to be swallowed up by this endless black. She is.

She’s just decided that she can’t handle it any longer, she’s going to scream if she has to, when Finnick reaches over and takes her hand. And then it’s all okay.

[chibimarchy.livejournal.com]

Finnick, two sides to every story

The Flip Side

[siren-sister.livejournal.com]

There are two sides to every story.

Like a coin, heads on one side, tails on the other, everything has a flip side. To make it big in the Capitol, you have to use the side that will most appeal to the public, to the human nature—even if it's the side of the coin that has been blackened and tainted by untruth. Because survival takes more than strength and power and presence—it takes a story.

To survive in the Capitol, you need a silver tongue. You need that flip side of the coin. That story—as twisted and unrealistic as it may be—that the cameras can suck up and spoon-feed to those who don't care if the story they're hearing is the tainted one.

Finnick Odair knows this as well as anyone who's ever made it in the Capitol. His story, too, has a flip side that is far better known than that dark tale that he knows is the true one, the side of the coin that is clean and purged of sugar-coated lies. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to stay in-character with the hero that the Capitol thinks he is; whenever he flips a coin, it's always the clean side, the true story, that stares mockingly up at him.

If you ask the people of the Capitol, Finnick Odair's Hunger Game experience was a successful one. They can tell you an epic story of a boy who easily beat the odds with all the ferocity and confidence of a seasoned fighter, who went on to become rich and famous and, unsurprisingly, oh-so-popular with his entourage of beautiful women. They can tell you that he is not only handsome, but deadly and brave and admirable.

This is the side of the coin that Finnick wishes was true.

Because in reality, he doesn't believe that he is worthy of any of the praise. In the arena, when the public saw him slaughtering his fellow tributes with ruthless abandon and speed, they saw an avenger, a shining warrior straight from the fishing docks of District 4 who almost enjoyed what he was doing.

When Finnick looks back, he remembers a tortured young man whose only wish was to live another day. When the cameras broadcast him, killing his competition with a predator's grin and a swift thrust, it is interpreted as a dark enjoyment. But in reality, if Finnick hadn't smiled, he would have cried. If he hadn't killed quickly, he would have turned the trident on himself. He beat the odds, yes, but he didn't do it as easily as most people seemed to believe.

They don't know how many times he came close to giving up.

These days, when the cameras catch him wrapped around yet another scantily-clad beauty with unnaturally voluminous curves and four-inch heels, they know that in another week he will have dropped her for a different woman, one with her hair a slightly more outrageous color and her skirt a tad tighter. They think that, like many young men his age, Finnick has no more desire to settle down and love one woman than he does to go back into the arena.

Finnick knows that his situation is completely different. He is already in love. He already has a soul mate. His short-lived stands with other women are for nothing but image and slaking the lust that Annie Cresta, in her present mental state, is unable to ease—and he would never ask her, anyway.

He loves her more than that.

There are two sides to every story, and Finnick lives both. Like his saga, he is double-faced and lying to Panem about more things than he can count. It bothers him, yes, but not as much as it might have.

Because the Capitol likes a good story, no matter what the result of the coin flip.

attn mod!

[oneoffour111.livejournal.com]

Would you mind removing the 18-and-older status for this post? It's kind of a pain having to log out every time I visit. :)

Thanks!

Re: attn mod!

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Okay, I switched a couple things around - let me know if you're still having trouble.

[kadie-darling.livejournal.com]

Haymitch + Katniss Like family

[blankculture.livejournal.com]

mr. Mellark / ms. Everdeen, after the husband dies

[angerfish.livejournal.com]

Johanna/Katniss, on the edge of a dream that you have, has anybody ever told you it's not coming true?

[siren-sister.livejournal.com]

Thresh, what they never knew

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Katniss, time to start a riot.

[rosegilmore.livejournal.com]

Katniss/Peeta - The nights they dream they question if there is a place, where everything will be all right

[siren-sister.livejournal.com]

Rue, at the District 11 reaping

[abundance39.livejournal.com]

Katniss thinking about the difference between Gale and Peeta...

[rosegilmore.livejournal.com]

_{Written quickly, first fanfic of this genre....not sure if this is what you were looking for...}

I stare at Gale's face, his scared hands, and think he is so unlike Peeta. My brows crease at this thought. I still do not know if he is alive. I hope he is alive. I need him to be alive.
The kiss back in the arena, changed everything for me. I couldn't sleep last night, and woke up to the ear piercing sound of someone screaming-me. Gale came right to my side-telling me something, something that might of calmed me down if this was just a nightmare, but this is my life.

Gale is not the same as Peeta.

I whisper to Gale, in jagged breaths, that I will be ok, that he can leave now. He doesn't.
There is no way to tell him my nightmare, tell him how tonight, I saw myself as a mutt from my first games. And I was killing everyone I was every attached to. My mother, Prim, Rue, Madge, Thresh, Gale, my District 12 family, Cinna...and Peeta. I can still hear him cry out in pain.
I had lost myself in the games. Turned into some cannibalistic monster. The very thing Peeta was worried about so long ago.
Gale has drifted off to sleep in a chair by my bed. I am finally let alone with my thoughts.

The thin blanket that covers my body doesn't conceal my perturbing ribs.

I do not look pregnant.

And for the first I wish I was.
It would mean I had finally gotten over my confusion between Gale and Peeta. Mean that we had happy times together, and that there a was a time we thought we had a future.

I start biting my nails. I must find Peeta, he has to know I am alive--and that I Love him. He had to know, wherever he his, that him being alive means that I can live also. He is the only one who can protect me and keeps the nightmares at bay. I want him by my side, forever. I know that now.

Gale and I were once two birds of a feather-but I am different now. The things in the games change you. Gale and I fit once, but now I am an
entirely different shape-one that has jagged edges and doesn't know if she is good or what to do sometimes. But Peeta does, his edges are rough, they were torn during the games-but he matches me. And he has the insane ability to know right and wrong, and what to do and how to talk. He is so pure, and we fit. Peeta and I.

I wish I had realized this sooner, he needs to know I love him, and somewhere deep down I think i have always loved him.

[152563.livejournal.com]

Gale/Peeta, some dark night after the games, they get to talk ..

[wordweaverrr.livejournal.com]

Finnick/Annie - Assassin by John Mayer.

[joyfraser.livejournal.com]

Haymitch/Maysilee, I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight

[rosegilmore.livejournal.com]

_{I know this might be considered annoying in some circles, but can i just second this? I was literally just thinking about AU's I'd like to read. And this was on the list.
Someone plz right this. K, thx.}

[electrumqueen.livejournal.com]

gale/johanna; firebird.

[luna-blake.livejournal.com]

Gale/Katniss; earthquake
{smut}

[rewindclunkplay.livejournal.com]

Gale/Katniss
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Katniss/Haymitch

[xsweet-reliefx.livejournal.com]

Katniss/Haymitch: Smut
Being forced into sobriety was terrible. She visits him in District 13 and makes things a bit less. Established relationship pleased

[potter-lover456.livejournal.com]

Gale/Finnick or Gale+Finnick-- Forget-me-not