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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“Um, Katniss?”
She raises an eyebrow as she takes a sip of tea. “What? Oh.” She grins a little; and there’s something reckless about it. It brings to mind the sharp glint in her eyes throughout the evening, or the tense grip of her arms when they had moved in slow circles in the president’s mansion. “High heels. The worst instrument of torture yet.”
“Ah yes, how could I forget.” Peeta hands her some bandages and finishes off his own tea.
Otherwise they remain silent. Peeta seems to have used up all his words on a false proposal. Acquiescing has driven Katniss to laughter, but driven her further from conversation.
Still, they can go through their nighttime routine as steady as the steps of a waltz. They know when to turn to let the other change, when to turn off the lights, and when to crawl beneath the blankets.
Katniss falls asleep almost instantly, her arm draped over Peeta’s body, her forehead resting agains his shoulder. He stays awake, listening to the steady rhythm of the train below him, like a distant drum, an echo of the serenade from hours ago. He had held her in his arms, and they had danced in small careful steps, guarding their motives behind whispered words.
The morning will come, and he is unsure whether this memory will sustain him against the troubles dawn always brings.
Nevertheless Peeta is content to stay here for a while.
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(And great icon.)
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