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.

Gadge. Lifeguards. Go.

Gale Hawthorne did not (and I repeat: did not) want to practice giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation with Madge Undersee, of all people, but he would be damned before he let pretty boy, lifeguard instructor extraordinaire and Playboy of Panem Pool, Finnick Odair be the one to do it.

"It feels so nice to be wanted," Madge snarked quietly to him, and he scowled at her, hating that she always seemed to know the right buttons to push to get him going.

… As it turned out, she knew how to get him going in more ways than one, and, to Finnick's dismay, a simple mouth-to-mouth resuscitation demonstration quickly devolved into something so steamy, he weakly suggested everyone leave them alone and take a dip in the pool to cool off.