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.....
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 .)
So I present.....
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
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Johanna Mason is not the kind of person who gives up easily, but Finnick Odair is not the kind of man you can win. (Not even if it is something you want, more than you have wanted anything since you were in the Games and you wished you wouldn't die. That is just how things go, you know.)
She knows Annie Cresta, knows the curve of her smile, knows the madness that's taken up shop in the back of her head. (After all; it is in Johanna's mind, too. She just knows how to ignore it.) She knows Annie Cresta, and she loves her, in that quiet solid way that all the Victors love each other. She kind of, sort of, even understands why Finnick loves her; a mix of masochism and pity both, and something else, deep and dangerous, buried at the heart of that love.
This does not stop Johanna wishing, sometimes (not often) that he would be thankful that he is still holding together, that she is held together, even if Annie is not.
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"Hey," he whispers, hand on her wrist, reassuring; "Johanna. Someday they'll fall. Someday we'll be free."
They are on their way to the Seventy-Fourth games; she is feeling sick, like she will throw up. She finds herself swallowing, finds herself saying. "I wish it would be someday soon."
Here is the thing: she does not love him like the Capitol loves him, does not love the projection of him that he shows everyone, the laughing charming beautiful man who is shallow because that is the only thing he knows how to be. She does not love him for the blood on his hands, but she understands it, because it is on hers too.
(Here is the thing: she trusts him. and that is something you are absolutely never supposed to do.)
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They have learned each other's harshnesses, broken places; he loves his mad girl, and she has lost everything she has ever loved. It is not something she has ever told him, but he has looked in her eyes and understood her darkness. There is something like continuity, running between the two of them. She knows for him it isn't love.
They learn each other with sharp words, cutting to the quick; they do not pull punches but this is how they are. Soft is not something Johanna has ever been; it is not something he would ever want from her. When they kiss they draw blood; when the fuck they wear bruises for days afterwards.
This is how it goes.
(Someday, she thinks. Someday she will be able to let her guard down; someday she will kiss him and it will not hurt.)
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They have learned each other's harshnesses, broken places; - is my favourite line, followed by when the fuck they wear bruises for days afterwards. - because it's Finnick haha.
Brilliant! :)
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(omg typo ://///)
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They have learned each other's harshnesses,
Amazing.
You are a fabulous writer.
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