After the war girls always told Gale that they liked the scars on his back because it made him look like a hero but he never believed them. Madge had told him they made him a survivor, and that was something he would never forget. She was the only one that didn’t make him feel broken.
frick can people start shipping fred weasley and madge undersee again all aboard the fradge train please
Anonymous asked you: Request? Please? It’s just an idea. Gale realizes that him and Madge could afford a place in town. (for whatever reason) and doesn’t know how he feels about it. He always thought he’d start his new family in seam but now, he doesn’t want to be a townie. Madge comforts him.
Gale lets out a deep sigh, staring down at the notebook on the table. His scratchy handwriting is tragic compared to her elegant loops, but the numbers are right, and the message is clear. He taps the end of his pen on the paper and chews the inside of his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Madge’s voice rings out. He glances up through his bangs – he really needs a haircut – and offers a quick smile. Nothing. But she knows better than that, of course she does. She’s his wife; she knows everything about Gale from his fake laugh all the way to his forced smiles. “Gale,” Madge sighs and crosses the room to him.
It doesn’t take her long. The floorboards groan underneath her feet. They live in the Seam. An old house probably rotting somewhere just waiting to cave in. The ceiling leaks, the pipes creak. Hardly cost a thing, considering the last family that lived here all died and the home belonged to the government then.
“Nothing,” Gale actually says this time. His voice is heavy. Madge loops her fingers around him and lowers her chin to his shoulder from behind. She stares down at the book he’s left open, her blue eyes narrowing as they work to figure out why he’s upset. “Madge,” he tries.
Her voice catches in her throat. “Is that how much money we have?” she breathes.
Hesitantly, Gale tips his head forward. He feels her suck in sharply and he tries his hardest not to move. They’re rolling in money. At least, as much money as they possibly can. With two adults who work fulltime jobs, Gale in the mines and Madge at the school, they’ve saved up more than he ever thought possible.
They can afford a house in town. He knows it. And now, she knows it too.
marauderism asked you: gadge prompt because gadge is my drug: being one of the most handsome (haha) top-ranking officers of the mockingjay militia, gale has become the focal point for invasive reporters and gossip rags, what happens when they serve a special report on his oh so steamy relationship with one madge undersee… but wait, don’t they hate each other?idk what i did but i hope you like it??? happy birthday honey!
Without even a second thought Gale shoves her against the wall. He rests himself on his arm above her, pinning her against the bricks. Gale lowers his face down to hers letting his voice drop as he speaks.
“I swear to fucking God, Undersee,” he growls. Madge can see the fire in his eyes, the intense hatred he has for her burning deep within. “Say it again and I—”
“You’ll what?” she laughs. Her voice doesn’t waver. Gale doesn’t scare her. His threats are empty. “Flee the District? You’ve already done that once, Gale, that’s why you’re here in 2.” She lifts her hand to rest on his chest, pressing him only slightly so he doesn’t come a step closer. “You’re a coward,” she spits out. “You’re too afraid to talk to anyone, especially me. To form a real relationship with someone who cares. You’re too scared to face the truth that your District, your real District, needs you so you hide out here like some sort of—”
Madge is cut off by the sudden flash of a camera.
Much needed fluff that made me go “awwwwww”
He’s confused at first. Clearly, it’s not from his fucking head. But then of course he smells the faint stench of perfume lingering in the room like stale air and he supposes it must have been from the girl he met at a bar last night. Or the night before. Or last week. Which is strange because he’s always been into brunettes.
And then he thinks maybe, maybe he has changed just a little.
“You don’t get it,” he growls at her. Gale paces the small closet in front of her, careful to avoid the lump of Madge Undersee on the ground. “This place is a glorified mine shaft. People are acting as though District 13 is safe but I know better than that.”
Madge sits quietly and listens to him rant. They’re supposed to be in Reflection right now but Gale is never any good at that, and Madge hates silence more than she hates the sight of an open flame. She lets him vent.
“I feel like I’m fucking suffocating,” he continues, throwing his hands into the air. “Like there’s no space anywhere and—”
“We’re in a closet,” Madge cuts him off gently. He freezes in his step and turns down to look at her, his face filled with disbelief. “Perhaps a larger room would suit you.”
Gale snorts and then groans, dropping down to the spot next to her. “That was unnecessary,” he tells her. Her shoulders lift slightly. Even in the closet he feels too far away from her, not that she’d ever admit it. She likes the small spaces. “You were never in the mines, Undersee,” Gale murmurs. He drags his hands through his hair and shakes his head. “It was terrifying. And now it’s a never ending fear just… just thumping in the back of my head all dammed day.”
“Hey,” Madge quiets him, sliding out her hand and capturing his. Gale halts at the contact, his eyes diverting to stare at their link. “We’re okay here.” Gale doesn’t move for a while, he just stares at their hands. “At least it’s better than 12, right?”
“Yeah,” he finally exhales. Gale twists his hand in hers and laces their fingers before lifting his gaze.
“And be grateful you get to go to the surface with Katniss to hunt,” Madge sighs. She drops her head backwards against a shelf and hits a box of pencils. “I don’t even want to think about the last time I saw sunlight.” She can still remember it, really. The fading white light as the roof of 13 closed, the elevator descending slowly. “Or breathe fresh air.”
“I don’t think we’ve ever gotten to breathe fresh air,” Gale mutters. At that Mage laughs, and Gale’s mouth curves slightly upward. Gale suddenly feels sour, his stomach turning inside him. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be complaining.”
“No, it’s not that,” Madge protests. He’s allowed to complain. She likes listening to him rant, listening to the rise and fall of his voice.
“It’s exactly that,” Gale shrugs. The mayor’s daughter isn’t so privileged anymore, with the loss of both her parents alongside the rest of her District, and he’s beginning to think she never really was. “You’re right. We’re okay here.”
Gale makes sure to bring her back a flower from next time he’s above ground.
remember when madge gave katniss the mockingjay pin becAUSE THE REST OF THE FANDOM DOESN’T
marauderism asked you: gadge prompt because it’s all the rage right now: ever since katniss and peeta moved to 12 and basically became recluse, the public eye has shifted their attention to gale and madge’s fledgling relationship…
Madge is beginning to feel like a teenager again with all the sneaking around she’s been doing.
She supposes it’s not her fault, or Gale’s really, but she’s already so tired of it. She’s gone from receiving less than zero attention from anyone in her District to the entirety of Panem wanting to know what she’s doing.
Ever since Katniss and Peeta moved back to 12 and hid themselves away from the world, Gale has become the next hot topic. What he’s wearing. Where he’s going. What he’s driving. Who he’s seeing.
And currently, Madge is included on that list.
Anonymous asked you: Hi, how about for a prompt.. Post Mockingjay and in district 2, Gale finds out the girl that his friend has been crushing on (or they can be dating) is Madge. Gale until then didn’t even know she was alive. Whether or not Gale and Madge end up together is up to you.
There are only two reasons Gale agreed to his friend’s request. The first is that they survived the war together and he can’t say that about many people. The second is that he has to go to the office in question anyway, and he doesn’t suppose it would hurt putting in a nice word for his friend.
“She’s the spunky blonde,” his friend, Max, had said. “Works the front desk. All you need to do is ask for me. She’ll call my office and I’ll wait a bit before saying you can come back. You can just talk me up in the meantime, you know.”
“Sure,” Gale nodded. “Just don’t take forever. Your list of specialties is low.”
And now here Gale is, marching into Max’s office building in the middle of the day to drop off some papers for some project he’s part of.
Anonymous asked you: I wonder if you’re accepting prompt for your Gadge short stories… but just in case you do… can you write something about where Gale and Madge already happily married but somehow Madge still feel insecure about Gale’s feeling to Katniss.
It’s their one year anniversary and he’s late.
Madge sighs, straightening her posture the best she can. She was taught from a very young age that being upset gives no excuse to slouch. So she sits tall in her seat, staring down at the menu in front of her.
“Excuse me, Miss,” a gentle voice rings out. Madge lifts her gaze. “You’re going to have to order soon or we’re obligated to give your table away.”
Madge feels a piece inside of her crumbling. “Of course,” she nods. That’s only fair. Her eyes dart toward the clock on the wall. “Ten more minutes?”
suddenly bitter because chances are gale went to save prim and mrs. everdeen before realizing to get madge bUT THE HOUSES IN THE VICTORS VILLAGE WEREN’T EVEN BOMBED SO THEY WOULD’VE BEEN FINE IF HE WENT AFTER MADGE FIRST HE WAS TOO LATE
Things that won’t be in Catching Fire
↳ Madge taking Gale morphling after his whipping.
