13 Hunger Games drabbles
Yesterday, I asked for some Hunger Games fic prompts on Tumblr, and a few of my followers there were kind enough to oblige. :D
30smmof2: Annie sits in the middle of their tiny bed. She rests her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around them, and she rocks. To and fro. To and fro. We never really talked much about this. What if he doesn’t want it? What if-
“Annie? Is something wrong?”
She never heard the door open, here he is. Her heart thumps in her chest as his voice pools in the pit of her stomach, wrapping the new life they’ve created in love and something like safety.
She looks up; her cheeks are wet. “Finnick, I have to tell you something…”
streetlightlove1: “Oh, Katniss, she’s beautiful.” Annie takes a step toward mother and daughter, both gray-eyed and dark-haired, although on one of them, it’s not much more than fuzz. But Finnick swoops in as Katniss holds the baby girl toward Annie, scooping her up with a grin; he rubs his nose on the little baby button, making her laugh.
“Hey! I was handing her to your wife!” Katniss says in mock outrage.
“You snooze, you lose,” Finnick replies, winking at Annie. Peeta just watches them, shaking his head as he laughs. “Where’s that big bathtub, Mockingjay? I wanna teach her to swim.”
trovia: At the moment, the carbide lamp attached to his helmet is his only friend. Haymitch’s grip tightens around the knife in his pocket, but he doesn’t pull it out - he doesn’t want to risk losing it. Ha, he thinks. I guess the light isn’t my only friend. The darkness surrounding the halo of light is suffocating, almost as cloying as Snow’s damn roses. It smells of dust and earth and metric fuck tons of rock and when he hears something skitter behind him, he’s hard pressed to decide what’s worse - the concentrated darkness and coal dust or memories of mutts.
haka_nai: “I volunteer as tribute.” Gloss’ voice is strong as he steps forward. The boy whose place he’s taking is only fourteen, not fit to serve their district in the Games. Not yet, anyway. Looking up toward the stage, his gaze easily finds Cashmere; she’s glaring at him and Gloss feels the first glimmer of doubt. As his eyes meet his sister’s, everything else fades. He doesn’t hear the piping tones of the Capitol rep, doesn’t hear the roar of the crowd as they applaud his action or the weeping of the boy just handed a reprieve. Nothing exists but Cashmere.
worldwithinworld: Johanna shouts at Boggs in the next room, calling him and his parents names Katniss has never even heard before, but they can’t be good. A moment later, the older woman slams through the door, still fuming.
“I can’t believe that son of a bitch failed you. You! You’re the best damn shot we have and I don’t fucking care if it’s with a bow or a gun!”
“I guess I didn’t give him much choice.” She’d hit every target in the test. Every one, that is, until she froze at the Peacekeeper cutout holding a gun to Prim’s head.
mellarksfalsie: “Well, will you look at that,” Thom whispers in Delly’s ear as he slides his arms around her waist. His body is warm against her backside and the touch of his breath on the shell of her ear makes her shiver, even as she looks off to the north end of the square, past Hoben and Jeanie playing their fiddles beside the big black kettle of Greasy Sae’s stew percolating over the fire.
“Oh my gosh! It’s Katniss and Peeta.” Delly looks over her shoulder at Thom, her eyes wide. “I told you he still loves her,” she says reproachfully.
deathmallow: “You can open your eyes,” Haymitch tells her, but he doesn’t let go of her hand.
An old quilt, handmade and patched here and there with bits and pieces of whatever fabric was available covers the grass before her. There’s a basket filled with bread and roast squirrel and a jug of…
“Is that water?” she asks, eyeing the wine glasses beside it.
“Mmm hmmm.”
A vase filled with brown-eyed susans sits in the center of it all, velvety brown centers and soft golden-yellow petals and Johanna smiles.
“So this is what you did all afternoon, Old Man?”
“For you.”
marble_sharp: “Nicky!” Haymitch shouts. Even with the lamp, he can’t see a damn thing. Pausing to listen, all he hears is rats. “Better be rats…” he mutters and then shouts again for his son. Robbie had come running to them in tears, almost incoherent, but Johanna had finally gotten from the boy that there’d been a small cave in at the abandoned mine. The one he and his twin were forbidden to play near. “Nicky!”
He hears something, faint, and moves toward the sound. It comes again. “I’m here, Pa!” Keeping the light on the ground, Haymitch breaks into a run.
deathmallow: "Johanna, Haymitch, Finnick, Annie: siblings. Any or all you feel like writing."
“Go on back, now, Ash, you hear me? You’re supposed to be in school.”
“So’re you, Hay. I want to help.”
“Well I don’t want your help. Go home.”
Haymitch stopped walking, staring down at the loamy, leafy ground. He could barely see the disturbance in the leaves that told him where his trap line lay, but it wasn’t because he’d laid it so well - he had - but because of the sudden mist that clouded his vision.
“I didn’t mean it, Ash,” he whispered, dashing away the moisture that leaked from his eyes. He’d give anything for Ash’s help now.
“Aw, come on, Shandra,” Finnick whined. “You and Rob have all night to make kissy face.”
His sister’s eyes widened and she threw the towel she held in her hands right at his head. Finnick grinned cheekily at her as he caught it and his grin only widened when her boyfriend, Rob Conmara, winked at him.
“Finnick Odair, I can’t believe you said that!”
“What? I’m eight! I know all about that icky girl stuff.”
Shandra turned red and Rob laughed. “Finn, buddy, you really don’t.” He turned to Shandra, grinning. “But I did promise to teach him to surf…”
At five, Elliot was getting awfully big for her, but still Johanna swung him up; he wrapped his arms around her neck, choking her. “I don’t want you to go,” he wailed right into her left ear, but she forced herself not to wince or cry; her little brother cried enough for them both.
“I don’t want to go, El, but I have to.” Another sob escaped the boy and she clung to him more tightly.
The door opened. “It’s time,” a Peacekeeper said, but her other brothers - Reed and Micah - blocked him.
“Not yet,” Micah, the oldest, denied him.
There isn't one for Annie because in my head, Annie is an only child.
scoutchick104: Buzzzzzz. Shuffle seats. Quick greeting. Inane chit chat. Buzzzzzz.
Over and over. Too many colors, affected accents, affectations. She’s not the only victor in the room, but she is the newest. Johanna has only been at this for a few weeks and already she hates fundraisers. The buzzer sounds and she shifts.
An older man, with dark hair and olive skin, he wears black and could stand to lose a little weight, but his eyes. He has the most remarkable gray eyes, if a bit bloodshot. He holds out his hand.
“I’m-”
“Haymitch Abernathy,” she finishes with a grin.
kitanomanako: Finnick sat there for a long time after the cameras stopped recording and the lights faded away, lost in his memories. At least the tears had finally dried. Eventually, he stood, surprised that his legs didn’t buckle, and that’s when he saw her.
“Katniss…”
“Oh, Finnick, I am so sorry.” She took a step toward him and then another. “I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.” He started to say something else, but she rode over him.
“All those awful things I thought about you, and all that time you were…” She swallowed. “Please, forgive me. I am so sorry.”
30smmof2: Annie sits in the middle of their tiny bed. She rests her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around them, and she rocks. To and fro. To and fro. We never really talked much about this. What if he doesn’t want it? What if-
“Annie? Is something wrong?”
She never heard the door open, here he is. Her heart thumps in her chest as his voice pools in the pit of her stomach, wrapping the new life they’ve created in love and something like safety.
She looks up; her cheeks are wet. “Finnick, I have to tell you something…”
streetlightlove1: “Oh, Katniss, she’s beautiful.” Annie takes a step toward mother and daughter, both gray-eyed and dark-haired, although on one of them, it’s not much more than fuzz. But Finnick swoops in as Katniss holds the baby girl toward Annie, scooping her up with a grin; he rubs his nose on the little baby button, making her laugh.
“Hey! I was handing her to your wife!” Katniss says in mock outrage.
“You snooze, you lose,” Finnick replies, winking at Annie. Peeta just watches them, shaking his head as he laughs. “Where’s that big bathtub, Mockingjay? I wanna teach her to swim.”
trovia: At the moment, the carbide lamp attached to his helmet is his only friend. Haymitch’s grip tightens around the knife in his pocket, but he doesn’t pull it out - he doesn’t want to risk losing it. Ha, he thinks. I guess the light isn’t my only friend. The darkness surrounding the halo of light is suffocating, almost as cloying as Snow’s damn roses. It smells of dust and earth and metric fuck tons of rock and when he hears something skitter behind him, he’s hard pressed to decide what’s worse - the concentrated darkness and coal dust or memories of mutts.
haka_nai: “I volunteer as tribute.” Gloss’ voice is strong as he steps forward. The boy whose place he’s taking is only fourteen, not fit to serve their district in the Games. Not yet, anyway. Looking up toward the stage, his gaze easily finds Cashmere; she’s glaring at him and Gloss feels the first glimmer of doubt. As his eyes meet his sister’s, everything else fades. He doesn’t hear the piping tones of the Capitol rep, doesn’t hear the roar of the crowd as they applaud his action or the weeping of the boy just handed a reprieve. Nothing exists but Cashmere.
worldwithinworld: Johanna shouts at Boggs in the next room, calling him and his parents names Katniss has never even heard before, but they can’t be good. A moment later, the older woman slams through the door, still fuming.
“I can’t believe that son of a bitch failed you. You! You’re the best damn shot we have and I don’t fucking care if it’s with a bow or a gun!”
“I guess I didn’t give him much choice.” She’d hit every target in the test. Every one, that is, until she froze at the Peacekeeper cutout holding a gun to Prim’s head.
mellarksfalsie: “Well, will you look at that,” Thom whispers in Delly’s ear as he slides his arms around her waist. His body is warm against her backside and the touch of his breath on the shell of her ear makes her shiver, even as she looks off to the north end of the square, past Hoben and Jeanie playing their fiddles beside the big black kettle of Greasy Sae’s stew percolating over the fire.
“Oh my gosh! It’s Katniss and Peeta.” Delly looks over her shoulder at Thom, her eyes wide. “I told you he still loves her,” she says reproachfully.
deathmallow: “You can open your eyes,” Haymitch tells her, but he doesn’t let go of her hand.
An old quilt, handmade and patched here and there with bits and pieces of whatever fabric was available covers the grass before her. There’s a basket filled with bread and roast squirrel and a jug of…
“Is that water?” she asks, eyeing the wine glasses beside it.
“Mmm hmmm.”
A vase filled with brown-eyed susans sits in the center of it all, velvety brown centers and soft golden-yellow petals and Johanna smiles.
“So this is what you did all afternoon, Old Man?”
“For you.”
marble_sharp: “Nicky!” Haymitch shouts. Even with the lamp, he can’t see a damn thing. Pausing to listen, all he hears is rats. “Better be rats…” he mutters and then shouts again for his son. Robbie had come running to them in tears, almost incoherent, but Johanna had finally gotten from the boy that there’d been a small cave in at the abandoned mine. The one he and his twin were forbidden to play near. “Nicky!”
He hears something, faint, and moves toward the sound. It comes again. “I’m here, Pa!” Keeping the light on the ground, Haymitch breaks into a run.
deathmallow: "Johanna, Haymitch, Finnick, Annie: siblings. Any or all you feel like writing."
“Go on back, now, Ash, you hear me? You’re supposed to be in school.”
“So’re you, Hay. I want to help.”
“Well I don’t want your help. Go home.”
Haymitch stopped walking, staring down at the loamy, leafy ground. He could barely see the disturbance in the leaves that told him where his trap line lay, but it wasn’t because he’d laid it so well - he had - but because of the sudden mist that clouded his vision.
“I didn’t mean it, Ash,” he whispered, dashing away the moisture that leaked from his eyes. He’d give anything for Ash’s help now.
“Aw, come on, Shandra,” Finnick whined. “You and Rob have all night to make kissy face.”
His sister’s eyes widened and she threw the towel she held in her hands right at his head. Finnick grinned cheekily at her as he caught it and his grin only widened when her boyfriend, Rob Conmara, winked at him.
“Finnick Odair, I can’t believe you said that!”
“What? I’m eight! I know all about that icky girl stuff.”
Shandra turned red and Rob laughed. “Finn, buddy, you really don’t.” He turned to Shandra, grinning. “But I did promise to teach him to surf…”
At five, Elliot was getting awfully big for her, but still Johanna swung him up; he wrapped his arms around her neck, choking her. “I don’t want you to go,” he wailed right into her left ear, but she forced herself not to wince or cry; her little brother cried enough for them both.
“I don’t want to go, El, but I have to.” Another sob escaped the boy and she clung to him more tightly.
The door opened. “It’s time,” a Peacekeeper said, but her other brothers - Reed and Micah - blocked him.
“Not yet,” Micah, the oldest, denied him.
There isn't one for Annie because in my head, Annie is an only child.
scoutchick104: Buzzzzzz. Shuffle seats. Quick greeting. Inane chit chat. Buzzzzzz.
Over and over. Too many colors, affected accents, affectations. She’s not the only victor in the room, but she is the newest. Johanna has only been at this for a few weeks and already she hates fundraisers. The buzzer sounds and she shifts.
An older man, with dark hair and olive skin, he wears black and could stand to lose a little weight, but his eyes. He has the most remarkable gray eyes, if a bit bloodshot. He holds out his hand.
“I’m-”
“Haymitch Abernathy,” she finishes with a grin.
kitanomanako: Finnick sat there for a long time after the cameras stopped recording and the lights faded away, lost in his memories. At least the tears had finally dried. Eventually, he stood, surprised that his legs didn’t buckle, and that’s when he saw her.
“Katniss…”
“Oh, Finnick, I am so sorry.” She took a step toward him and then another. “I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.” He started to say something else, but she rode over him.
“All those awful things I thought about you, and all that time you were…” She swallowed. “Please, forgive me. I am so sorry.”