Q: How long have you and Dean Dobbs known each other and how'd you meet? Jack Howard: We’ve known each other from the age of 14 and we met in maths class. We bonded over Panic! At The Disco. NOTE: This is a 'safe' fanfiction. There is NO self harm, eating disorders or suicide included in this story. Rest assured that you should not be triggered while reading.

We all know the story of Peeta and Katniss, the star crossed lovers from district 12, but no one really asked about the other tributes. In this story we follow a tribute from both districts one and two, and how they fall in love, while fighting for their lives. *Credit to Suzanne Collins for making up the characters and everything, but I'm going to try to make the Games part as much mine as possible!*

They have won the greatest honour in District 2. Being Victors. Cato and Clove have survived the Games and now face an even bigger event. The victory tour, the engagement, and possibly re-entering the arena. Have they lost their lethalness? Their distinct viciousness? Their will to murder?

****Currently doing a whole bunch of revising and editing, as well as adding an alternate ending. Please keep that in mind if you haven't read the story yet!**** Have you ever wondered about Finnick and Annie's story? How it played out, how they fell in love? Well this is how I think it happened...hope you enjoy! ♥

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }