look i just have a lot of feelings ok

[lessthanelementary]

~THE CAPITOL BADFIC MEME~

~THE RULES~

-You are now in the in-game Hunger Games fandom, and you are just overwhelmed with feels. You need to take this to the Internet. You have to fictionalize everything that the Games have not delivered - every doomed romance, every thrilling adventure, every behind-the-scenes drama!!

-Trope up your faves! Write bizarre crack pairings and fandom's grossest misinterpretations; write Mary Sues and self-inserts; put in shitty author's notes and song lyrics; be the deepest, darkest part of the Hunger Games fandom. If you don't know a character? Whatever! Pretend you just read the first paragraph of the wiki and write a fic off that!

-You can do this one of two ways: Either post a prompt (i.e. "Signless/Guy Crood, romantic cannibalism; Enjolras, crying in the rain") or, if you're feeling inspired, just post a badfic straight up!

-Go anon if you'd like; write as some feels-ridden Capitolite or even as your own character; it's up to you!

~*~*~*HAVE FUN YO*~*~*

*comic sans is so encouraged.

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

High school AU. Any characters, I love them all.

[(Anonymous)]

Marius exhaled nervously as the bus approached the school, it's windows garish and blindingly reflective in the early morning sun. He still wasn't convinced this was, strictly speaking, a good idea, but Ian was hopeful about their new school, and so he figured he might be as well, even if he wasn't really all that eager to relearn where his classes were not to mention deal with the other complications of a new environment.

Fortunately, he day passed uneventfully. He and Ian had different home room assignments, which was unfortunate. More unfortunate was his seating assignment; next to a boy with impossibly blue eyes and altogether too perfect blond curls who glared down at him critically when he dropped his pencil. There was another girl in his class, Eponine, who seemed more kind, which was lucky. All in all, however, the day was not substantially interesting enough to pull him from his day dreams.

That was, of course, until she appeared.

She had stumbled, or, more likely, he had stumbled, into her on his way through the gymnasium. He was coming and she was going, or perhaps it was the other way around. He couldn't be certain anymore, his entire world had been turned upside down by her and her gentle laugh as they collected themselves. Cosette Fauchelevent was her name, and she was a sophomore, a cheerleader. She was completely and tragically out of his league, but that didn't matter. He would be content so long as he could be in the same building as her, breathing the same air, and wearing the same colors.

And so the next day he collected his things after class, waved good-bye to Ian as they separated when the bus arrived, and in greeting to Eponine before the beginning of class. He even found the nerve to make a face back at Enjolras when the boy (who was overly opinionated in Marius' humble assessment) had the nerve to make a face at him. Then, at the conclusion of their period, he marched off purposefully toward the gymnasium, his heart worn on his sleeve.

Today he had energy, today he had a purpose. Today, by God, sempai would notice him.

[(Anonymous)]

This is the cutest thing I've ever read omg