Katara lives in District Twelve, constantly struggling to support her family after the death of her mother. She dreads the Reaping each year just like everyone else, knowing if she is chosen she would be sent to the Capitol to fight in the Hunger Games, a televised competition where twenty-four teenagers fought to the death. But when the day finally comes, it isn't her who is chosen. It's her brother, Sokka. So Katara does the unthinkable. She volunteers to take his place. And suddenly she is thrust into the glamorous world of the Capitol along with her district partner, Zuko, headed to the arena. Making alliances, fighting enemies, and staying alive is hard enough. What happens if romance is thrown into the mix? *This might not be very good because it's the first thing I've ever written. I wrote it when I was bored during quarantine.* *Warning: Violence and death* *Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or any of its characters. I also do not own the Hunger Games or the cover art* Best rankings: #1 in zutara #11 in hunger games

How do you fight an enemy who never shows his face? The murder of crows must band together with a privateer prince to face their greatest challenge yet. But though Kaz is playing for the Dregs, Nikolai suspects that the future of the world is at stake. Has Dirtyhands met his match? Kaz's throne as ruler of the Barrel has toppled. Inej must reclaim her rooftop kingdom. Wylan is torn between two lives. Jesper knows something's up with Wylan. Nina is trapped as the shadows draw closer. Nikolai is hiding from a mysterious assassin. One thing is for sure - not all of them will walk away this time. No mourners. No funerals. "You're right," Kaz said, eyes black and unforgiving. "You were always right. It's not the tricks they feared, not the lies, the thieving. They don't need a broken boy-leader. But they don't need me." His face softened, just for a second, and he touched her cheek with bandaged fingers. "It'll be the last time, I promise. The last heist." And he dropped his hand, and he stood sharply. "See, the Mask has bested me before. But he's never fought Dirtyhands." A smile uncoiled across his face, slow and dark, a promise of violence. "They might not need me to beat him, Inej, but they need the monster. And I'm more than happy to deliver." A Six of Crows / Crooked Kingdom fansequel.

"Wholesome" the New York Times "This is just what I wanted my book's fandom to turn into" Leigh Bardugo "The best fanfiction I have ever read" you if you read this

Werewolf attacks inside have been becoming more and more frequent, and nobody feels safe. Sirius is a prince who doesn't agree with his family's values and desperately doesn't want to become king. He's been assigned an elite group of guards to protect him because of the recent attacks, which annoys him to no end. Remus has a dangerous secret that could get him killed, and getting assigned to be one of the crown prince's elite guards only makes matters worse. He doesn't know what to do, especially with the werewolf rebels' attacks growing more and more frequent. One night, the two's fates intertwine, and their relationship begins to grow. ***DISCLAIMER*** These characters were created by J.K. Rowling, not me!! A/N: This is my first fanfic I've ever posted, so sorry if it's terrible!! Pls don't judge

*A Zutara fanfic* Kara has been living in a little fishing village in the northern Earth Kingdom for as long as she can remember--literally. She woke up on its shores nearly six months ago, and she knows that if it hadn't been for Aki, she'd be dead. She's accepted that her life is in this village now, whoever she may have been--to her mind, it's better this way. It's better not knowing. But then a boy comes to the village--a boy who carries himself like a man. He's different from anyone Kara's ever seen before, and he seems to know her, he seems to understand her in a way no one else has. His name, he says, is Lee, but he says no more than that, and Kara is lost. How is she supposed to reconcile the little she knows about herself with this handsome, scarred stranger? How is she supposed to know what to do, when she doesn't even know who, or what, she is? And, more importantly, how is the banished prince of the worst nation in history supposed to convince a girl with no memory--a girl that he believed to be dead because of his actions--that he's on her side, when he knows that if she ever remembers, she will hate him?