Sunriseonthereaping Stories

In which... Isla Merrow is now a mentor. Because surviving the arena once apparently wasn't torture enough. ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Based On The Book: Sunrise On The Reaping. A Haymitch Abernathy x fem!oc story. Rating: Mature ( For violence, language, gore, torture, and character death! ) Status: ongoing. #1 in sunriseonthereaping (January 2026) #1 in wyattcallow (January 2026)

On Reaping Day for the 67th Hunger Games, Juno Ashanti was thrust into the spotlight as a songbird. The crowds cried his name with fever and devotion, worshipping his blood on the asphalt. They did not know he would be their downfall. Their reckoning. The songbird had died long before-and in its place, a gladiator emerged. ✧༺༻∞༺༻✧ "𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓" Finnick Odair x Male!OC 67th Hunger Games -> Post Mockingjay

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 When my name got chosen from the lottery of boys to go be a tribute of the Hunger Games, I was shocked. I looked to the right of me, to my older brother, Rye. He was older than I was, and even though I knew he wouldn't, I wish he had volunteered for me as Katniss did for Prim. I was not as young as she was, but isn't an older brother or sister's job to protect? Clearly not. As I took my place next to Katniss, I was met with a cold, hard stare, that's right. She hated me, for reasons that were never clarified. I've never been anything but polite, kind, I thought she was the most beautiful girl in our district, no, the most beautiful girl in Panem. Prettier than women of the Capitol, Katniss was a rare natural beauty, with long streaming brown hair, folded nicely into a single braid. Her hand shook mine, hard, distant and as I cracked a small smile, it was not returned, just met with a glare. These next few weeks will be Character Building, that's for sure.

Nobody likes a mad woman. And certainly, nobody could ever love one. When the reaping begins for the Seventieth Hunger Games, Annie Cresta volunteers. She's trained for this her whole life. She made the decision herself. It should be easy. But as the arena draws closer, Annie finds herself caught in a net. It's not just her reasons for volunteering threatening to unravel, but the impossible feelings growing for her mentor, Finnick Odair. Once, he called her a mermaid. Now he wants her to become one, at least in the eyes of the Capitol. Yet nothing can prepare her for what it means to watch children die up close, or what it takes to survive them. As Annie's grip on reality begins to fracture under the weight of Capitol spectacle, torture, and a rebellion that may or may not exist, she finds solace in the one person who will tell her what's real. Even if he's drowning in secrets of his own. - a slow-burn pre-canon Annie x Finnick prequel. Canon-compliant but inspired by ABOSAS and SOTR, things are open for different interpretation and explained by unreliable narration and Capitol propaganda in the trilogy.

I would just like to say I do not own the hunger games all right go to the rightful author Suzanne Collins In a post-Katniss era of Panem, under the cold rule of President Cordellia Snow, the legacy of District 12 lives on through Eliza and Toby-two deeply bonded tributes forced into the 89th Hunger Games. Haunted by the past and bound by a quiet love, they must navigate Capitol cruelty, ruthless tributes, and a growing spark of rebellion. As they train, hide their true strengths, and resist the Capitol's control, Eliza and Toby find power in each other-and in the fire smoldering beneath the ashes of their district.

"And what color is that?" "Same as the bird." Long before the Hunger Games, before survival became everything, Haymitch Abernathy and Lenore Dove shared books, songs, and stolen moments in the meadow. from my ao3: everlarkz

Have you ever wondered what the first Hunger Games were like? Seventy-three years before the original trilogy, 49 years before Sunrise on the Reaping, 9 years before The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. This is my take on the very first Hunger Games, right after the Dark Days and the War. I do not claim any rights to the Hunger Games franchise, although the characters created and the plotline were mostly created solely by me. *I am definitely not artistic and the credit for art on the cover of this story was created by ChatGPT*

Lou Lou, from sunrise from the reaping, before she became the reflection of a broken skull, heart and body.

The 25th hunger games illustrated by a covey girl from the 8th district. Lilian Bone Reeds is eighteen and almost safe from the hunger games when the capitol suddenly changes the rules of the reaping on the occasion of the first quarter quell. Reasons you should read Birds of a feather: Do you like covey girls? Do you like loverboys completely obsessed with them? Do you like the friends to lovers trope? Are you interested in reading a FF about two childhood friends turned lovers (dating in secret) forced to be in the games? Are you interested in reading a FF centered around district 8? Do you want to read more about President Snow's eternal crash out over Lucy Gray Baird and how he keeps picking fights with literal children just because they remind him of her? Does your heart aches for the dead sibling trope? Do you love favorite characters cameos while reading about completely new characters? Are you too completely obsessed by coveys and their names, and the foreshadowing of it all? Do you want to read about Tigris Snow work as a stylist (and the raise of her beef with her cousin)? If your answer was yes, you should check out my story. Disclaimers: English is not my first language, and I write a lot about death.

Carolina Swan was Covey. Always had been. Always will be. One day she meets a boy from the capital. But not just any boy. He's Coriolanus Snow's son. Their meeting strikes love, rebellion, and tragity.

Covey are not district, they travel from place to place. But during the dark days they were round up into 12, at least most of them two sister had not been with them right there and ended up in 8 leaving the older one to be killed and the little girl to find the way herself. 73 years later her granddaughter is reaped into the Hunger Games to fight, how will a songbird make her way in the capitol and in the games Fem OC x Male OC

What if Maysilee Donner won the 50th quarter quell?

In a brutal survival game, River, an intelligent and emotionally driven girl, fights to protect her friend, while Wesley, a strong but smug boy, hides his vulnerabilities. As they navigate the deadly arena, they must rely on each other's strengths to survive-River's intellect and Wesley's power-while facing betrayal and harsh choices.

It's reaping day and the citizens of District 12 are getting ready to make their way to the town square. As the Capitol planes and train roll in, mothers and fathers hug their children tight, pleading the difficult prayer of having other names called in their children's place. Onlookers are powerless and the air mists with unease. The district citizens are hungry for change, for peace, but without a spark of hope, they have no choice but to comply. These are the thoughts of those about to witness Katniss Everdeen volunteering in place of her sister for the 74th Hunger Games. First Part - Haymitch Abernathy

𐂂 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 // 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘋 ━━━ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𐦐 〝 I 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾，𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖨， 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋？ 〞 ─ 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐂.

Honestly sunrise on the reaping broke me. Specificly when Louella and Maysilee died. So I have decided to make an alternate reality Where Louella and Maysilee are believed to be dead but are actually still alive. This is set 4 years after the war. Btw finicks still alive(my delusional brain can't accept he's dead)

Cassie Baines is a whore. And she wants out. So when her name is drawn for the Hunger Games, it's a dream come true. Maggie Everdeen, on the other hand, prayed her whole life she'd never have to hear her name called. Then it happened. In the 51st Hunger Games, the girls become allies, then more. But even if they fall in love, only one can make it out alive.

In District Five, intelligence is just another form of survival. Fossa Crossley was never meant to be noticed. Quiet, observant, and sharp in ways most people overlook, she has learned that the safest place in Panem is just outside the spotlight. But when her name is called at the Reaping, invisibility is no longer an option. As alliances fracture, secrets surface, and the Capitol hungers for spectacle, Fossa must navigate a world where attention is deadly and trust is a luxury she can't afford. In the Hunger Games, strength isn't always measured by weapons or muscles, sometimes it's measured by what you see, what you hide, and what you're willing to sacrifice to stay alive. Because in Panem, the smartest player isn't the one who fights the hardest. It's the one no one sees coming.

It was never supposed to go like this. We weren't supposed to meet, he wasn't supposed to become so important. A girl from district four gets reaped in the 50th annual hunger games. Although she wasn't trained to be a career, she is willing to risk it all for a boy from district twelve, a boy whose fate aligns with hers. Wyatt Callow x OC