when I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind

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when I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind
to the anon who sent me a prompt (thank you!): i'm hard at work on my super belated gadge week contribution/christmas fic and therefore probably won't be getting to your prompt until after christmas but know that i have seen it and i am thinking up some ideas!
no parking (gale/madge, 2k)
note: this is not something i am proud of, but it is some gale/madge for gadge day and that’s what matters. [another note: i wrote this in between writing a criminal law paper and a moral philosophy paper, so please, go easy on me. my brain was a little muddled and it probably doesn’t make much sense. take the gale/madge for what it is.]
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Madge sighs, and it’s the most annoyed she’s been since—well, since yesterday, when she was seeing the same damn thing she’s seeing now. As much as she wants to, she doesn’t waste much time cursing her timing and the officer hell-bent on screwing her out of her money; instead, she darts across the street and waves to the cars that stop for her as she yells, “Hey! Hey, I’m here!”
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fic: Game, Set, Match
Pairing: Gale/Madge Words: 2046 Chapters: 1/4 Summary: Madge is Britain’s young and unbeatable star, the newest Undersee to hit the courts in her family’s royal tennis lineage. Gale Hawthorne is her opposite as the up-and-coming American with a rough past-of course that means he’s making waves. Among the endless chatter, they say Hawthorne’s impossible to break when he’s got the serve. Madge might just be the one to challenge that. Note: Modern AU half inspired by the Wimbledon 2014 tournament (and the success of my countrymen—go Genie and Milos!) and half inspired by the 2004 film “Wimbledon”. Mostly I’m just crazy. And admittedly know very little about tennis, though I’ve been trying to learn!
On FF.Net and AO3.
fic: like lovers do
Pairing: Gale/Madge Words: 4523 Summary: When he agreed to help Peeta and his art friends with a project, he didn’t think he was signing up for this. Note: Modern AU based on that FIRST KISS video that was all over tumblr and then it wasn’t. It kind of got away from me… I just wanted to write something sorta fun. Enjoy!
On FF.Net and AO3.
six sentence sunday
…or, as i like to call it, many-more-than-six sentence sunday
plot: the mayor’s daughter owns a flower shop. [this fic is my baby. i am pushing myself to finish it before spring is over!]
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Gadge April Prompt: Promises (Also filling prompt #51 “Restaurant” from my table) Words: 2962. Note: This is absolutely the sappiest thing I have ever written and oh, God, don’t judge me. Just try to accept the romance.
"You promised, Gale," Madge sighs. Her voice comes through the line sounding exasperated and disappointed and he wishes he was there to comfort her better than his word by phone. But if he were there, she wouldn’t be feeling this way in the first place. "You promised you’d be back early…"
"I did," he confirms.
"…And that we’d get there on time."
"Right," he shifts in his seat, feeling entirely too restless and uncomfortable in the cheap office chair.
"But you’re not even here yet and we’re already late for the reservation. Again."
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this is beautiful because it could mean anything. its like they have left you to finish off the sentence for yourself. it could be “let her know right now that she’s beautiful, that you love her, that you cheated, that your have cancer or that you are depressed, but there is one definite meaning to this and its: let her know right now before its too late, before you hurt her even more (if its bad), before its the wrong time and she doesn’t feel the same way (if its an emotion). that is why this is my absolute favourite picture on tumblr
You should do Gadge in the 1920s. Like Madge being a flapper or whatever you want
finally got this done for you, anon, although i can’t say i’m proud of it! i was super happy to get this prompt though because i love the ’20s and loved coming up with some sort of situation to drop these two into. this was loosely inspired by the diviners by libba bray which i read earlier this year and loved. anyway… here it is, 7500 words, with the potential of more, and much longer than i had wanted it to be.
Ain’t We Got Fun?
The city glitters at night and it draws her in. Maybe it shouldn’t. Her father’s always saying that she’s a good girl, and isn’t she so? She’s top of her class, daughter to the mayor, and a regular churchgoer. Why, these kinds of nights out on the town aren’t made for ladies like her. Certainly, her father wouldn’t be very happy if he knew about them.
Well, Madge always did like shiny things. It’s just like that pretty pin she got from Aunt Maysilee, the one with the bird. Mother doesn’t like it when she takes it out, but she can’t help but admire the way it looks against her shortest white dress. What’s the use in getting all dolled up without a little sparkle?
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Drunk text me. I want to be the one you think of when you can’t think straight.
"Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via midwestdaisies)
Gadge January Prompt: Roommates (Also filling prompt #067 “Confused” from my table) Words: 915.
"I just… I don’t get it." Madge’s voice pleads for him to explain; her brows furrow inward and she chews on one of her pretty pink fingertips.
Gale’s hand scratches at the back of his neck—a nervous tic—and musses the overgrown hair at his nape. He needs a haircut, but he likes the way Madge plays her fingers through his hair when it’s just that little bit longer. “What is there to get?” He grunts his response because this is really not how he imagined things would go. She’s confused and now so is he. There was supposed to be some romantic admission, Madge would fall into his arms, and they’d jump into his dad’s old Firebird and drive off into the sunset. Or some shit like that.
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Anon prompted: How about Gale and Madge meeting in a book store to hide from the rain or something like that?
I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO THIS. School/work is kicking my ass. But here you go. 1100 words and I hope you like it.
They say April showers bring May flowers, but Gale has never really cared for that. He’s not much of a flower-lover, or flower-anything (though he always appreciated the sight of the meadow back home in full bloom); all he knows is he hates the feeling of being soaked to the bone and squishing through puddles in his boots while wiping the heavy raindrops out of his eyes. Growing up beneath the poverty line, he had the choice of an old, sort-of-warm coat or none at all—a raincoat was out of the question—and the rain used to impede his vision when he was out hunting and make survival that much harder that week. Suffice to say, he’s not a fan.
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Anon prompted: Madge visits Gale in the hospital? :)
I tried to keep it really short but this ended up being 1400 words. Oops… Hope it’s okay!
Anxiety pools in her belly, manifesting itself in the sweat of her palms and the thudding of her heart. Madge passes through the hospital doors with her head down; she hopes to slip by unnoticed to avoid the uncomfortable fibbing she would have to do in order to get where she needs to be. Not that she wouldn’t do it. She has all the information she needs—“he’s in 4C, just this dreadful cupboard of a space,” his mother had mentioned in their last conversation, and Madge had not missed the gleaming twinkle in her eye—and her only job now is to be her unassuming, overlooked self.
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going to attempt this prompt table for gale/madge… what should my word limit be? i’m thinking 500-1000.
fic: i'll keep the storm if i can keep you
gadge week. day two: lonely + holidays note: oh my god. oh my god. i can’t believe this ended up being 8000 words and a full-fledged one shot, but it did and i don’t feel too bad about it, except that it means i’m posting it late and way past the end of day two. i’m sure you gadge fans will accept it, anyway. i just hope you enjoy it!
“Okay, what’s gotten into you?”
Madge knows she’s all smiles, but she didn’t think it’d be so obvious that even Katniss would pick up on it. She shrugs at her friend—nothing’s gotten into her—but the wide grin on her face seems to say otherwise. Johanna rolls her eyes at the exchange and her drink sloshes over the sides of her glass when she gestures wildly at her.
“Tsk, tsk, Brainless, how could you forget?” She shakes her head. “Our little Madgelet here has a visitor coming in—what? Two days now?”
When Johanna looks at her for confirmation, Madge nods. “Three days.”
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fic: snare/affair
gadge week. day one: sneaking + snares note: i wasn't really sure if i wanted to publish this, because it may be a sensitive subject for some (most?) people. the following contains an extramarital affair and i definitely don't endorse such activity, but i wanted to write something different. hopefully i don't offend anyone and that you can enjoy or appreciate my effort, anyway!
For as many snares he set in his youth, Gale never imagined he’d find himself in one. Physically, he was as free as the birds he watched fly above him, but he felt as trapped as the creatures he caught in his devices. Those snares, however, were quite different than the one in which he found himself tangled.
fic:
The First Thanksgiving (ao3)
Madge isn't quite sure how it all happens, but her Thanksgiving isn't quite so lonely this year. Instead, she spends it with her friends... at the Hawthornes. AU.