On my Tumblr I posted a fun prompt, and the following are requests in response:
In response to: askboxmemes:
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
Madge and Gale, bridal party.
They aren't the Maid of Honor and the Best Man, nor does she catch the floor and he the garter belt, but the cliche does occur, eventually, when her partnered groomsman drinks a little too much champagne and gets handsy during a song and he steps in; it's not as though Madge Undersee can't take care of herself, because she totally can, but making a scene at her best friends' wedding is something she would like to avoid at all costs.
Gale Hawthorne could give two shits about causing a scene, and Catnip and The Baker should have known better than to have an open bar, I mean, for Christ's sake did they want Haymitch to get alcohol poisoning, but that's neither here nor there, because if The Baker's asshole of a brother doesn't stop sliding his hand down to the curve of Madge Undersee's (delectable) ass, he is going to—-
Oh, no, he didn't, Gale thinks darkly, but that doesn't stop him from going out there in the middle of the dance floor and pulling Bread Name #2 away from the blonde who has continuously caught his eye since they were teenagers in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere, and for once he's got her full attention, and sure, the quirk of her eyebrow and a twist of her lips isn't what he's going for, but it's a start, and, lucky bastard, even he doesn't know this is something that Peeta and Catnip are going to talk about, three years later in their speeches at Gale and Madge's own wedding.
