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THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

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 .)

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This was amazing.

Oh, thank you for writing this. I've been craving some Finnick/Johanna fic (or just Johanna fic in general) and this was absolutely perfect. I loved the first section where you touch on how they're all pretty damaged especially - great stuff.

Thank you! I just finished rereading the book and somehow that punch bothered me more now than the first time. You just don't see it coming, but Peeta acts all cool and grabs some ice.

Glad you liked it :)

That kind of is what I was aiming for. :) Gale propably isn't the kind of person who falls in love very quickly, and his disdain for the merchant kids seems pretty strong. Still, the last line maybe came out harsher than I intended. I didn't mean that no one would grief Madge's death, just that the Seam kids don't cry as easily.

Katniss and Prim "I worry about you"

"You're lonely."

Peeta pauses, buried up to his wrists in dough and flour, and glances bemusedly at the fair haired companion at his side.

It helps that Prim looks almost nothing like her sister - it’s easier to be around her if his heart isn’t constantly throbbing with betrayal and bitterness. But they’ve got the same smile and sometimes seeing that makes him hurt in ways competitors in the Hunger Games only wish they could think up. She’s not smiling now though, just watching him with her all too serious blue eyes.

“What makes you say that, Prim?” he replies, pulling his hands free and wiping them on his apron. He’s not going to deny the truth; he just wants to know how obvious he’s making his loneliness these days.

Prim shrugs, fiddling with the strings of her own apron.

“You’re always baking,” she says matter-of-factly. “It’s your excuse to visit people all the time so they won’t feel bad about turning you away, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” he says, “Or maybe it’s just easier to talk to people when they have full bellies.”

“Well, whatever the reason,” Prim says, some of the Everdeen sass sneaking into her voice, “You should know that you don’t need an excuse to come visit us. Mom and I like it when you stop by, with or without baked goods.”

She doesn’t say anything about Katniss. They both know how she feels about his visits to the Everdeen’s new, shiny home in the Victor’s Village... if she’s there, that is.

Peeta has a clearer idea why Prim’s been coming to watch him bake in recent weeks, even if learning the craft herself was her primary goal. At her core, Prim’s a healer and when there’s someone in need of fixing, she doesn’t hesitate to go after them. She sees something that needs mending inside of him, something that can’t be mended as easily as she thinks it can.

“Then I won’t bring anything next time I stop by,” Peeta teases with an easy smile. “Although it sure would be a pity to waste all those ginger snaps in the oven right now. I guess I’ll have to eat them by myself...”

Prim’s eyes go wide at the mention of cookies and she quickly says, “You're making ginger snaps and you didn’t tell me? Peeta, I thought you liked me!”

Peeta laughs and Prim’s lips curve into a small smile, and even if she’s not the Everdeen girl he wants at his side, he’s grateful for her presence all the same.

Peeta/Katniss, lonely nights

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

Johanna/Finnick, holding hands

Thank you :D

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Oh, I loved this. Especially the last line.

Finnick, two sides to every story

This is perfect. Oh, Haymitch. You poor, self-destructive man.

Peeta is not sure who was the last person to clip the toenails of his left foot. It was someone from his prep team, but Peeta can't remember which one. Somehow it feels like the final intrusion of his privacy. His leg is probably in some bio-hazard bag in the Capitol, or maybe they have put it in a museum. He doesn't know, and he can't even remember who was the last person to clip his toenails.

The artificial leg is not that bad. He has some phantom pain, but he also has a phantom girlfriend now, so it doesn't matter. They balance each other out. He barely notices the other.

At least Peeta knows for sure who was the last person to hurt his leg while it was still attached. It was Katniss with her silver arrow and too-tight tourniquet. It seems to be Katniss's job to save him by causing him pain.

--

(oh dear. don't know where this came from. don't even remember which one of peeta's legs got amputated. still, the idea of peeta's leg on some museum shelf cracks me up. the capitol folk might just be crazy enough to do it.)

The artificial leg is not that bad. He has some phantom pain, but he also has a phantom girlfriend now, so it doesn't matter.
OUCH.

I really liked this :)

thank you :)

That. Last. Line.

I love it.

This is terribly moving. Awesome, awesome job.

♥

Short and sweet and brilliant.

Please be kind. I never post my drabbles but something just struck me. :/

It's been years since Haymitch has even remembered what his tributes looked like. Seam or Merchant, or sometimes even in between, they're all the same. Starving and scared, either quietly cowering or shoveling food, never doing anything to prove they could put up even somewhat of a fight. So it's a shock when this year he finds his alcohol knocked across the room and a knife shoved in his face within the first few minutes of meeting his tributes.

Well, good for them. Maybe they'll make it to the top 8 this year, though that's about as unlikely as it is that Haymitch will even remember this train ride. There's something in their eyes, though. A spark he hasn't seen in anyone since he was young. A spark that says I have seen more than I should have in my 16 years. A spark that says I will not take this lying down.

So he makes the hardest decision he's had to make since leaving Maysilee in the arena almost a quarter century ago. He decides to help them. But he is scared, so scared of what this means.

Because this year, for the first time in these children's lifetime, Haymitch will remember their faces, whether they live or not.

Mutual damage gets me in my heart, so I was pretty keen to write this. :) Thank you!

thank you so much! ♥

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.

[continued]

5. “I think we should pray,” he says. It’s just under an hour before the start of the third Quarter Quell, and they’re saying goodbye to the sun. Johanna glances over, ready to laugh at the feeble joke, but then catches a glimpse of his face. He’s serious.

“Are you kidding?” she starts. “With everything, all the terrible things that have happened, you think there’s even a slight chance that there’s something in control of it all?”

His sea foam green eyes don’t blink. Johanna tilts her head. “You’re not kidding.”

“Think about it,” he says, “would you be doing everything you are if you didn’t believe there was something bigger than us, something even bigger than the Capitol,” and here’s where she shoots him a look saying hello, idiot, video cameras all around, but he’s still going. “I think we both know that there’s someone watching us, maybe even watching over us. I’m not sure who it is yet, but I know someone’s there.”

So she shrugs and steps closer, tentatively, and they hold hands and pray for survival. They yearn for freedom, and they hope for escape, and they pray that it will turn out okay.

Sometimes there’s nothing to do but take a step back and hope. They’ve done that, and the rest is up to the future.

1. For the first time, he’s in District 13 without her. He doesn’t like it, not at all.

In fact, right then, there’s nothing he wants more than to hold her hand. Forget the Capitol, forget the whole world--he remembers the feel of her fingers, calloused from throwing those axes every day (where’d that get her, huh? He tries to tell himself he’s not as bitter as he sounds, but decides it’s not worth it) and so familiar. He thinks back to the time they stood out in the sun, the last time they were alone together, and remembers the other thing he’d prayed for.

He’d prayed for the girl who was brave, the girl who was clever, the girl who was so strong. The girl he’d fallen in love with, slowly but surely, like riding to the top of a Ferris wheel.

Johanna Mason.

If only he didn’t have to return to the ground.

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