Wyattcallow Stories

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

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. or Where Wyatt Callow has to fight to survive in the 50th Hunger Games, while his very own 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 is waiting for his 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢𝚋𝚞𝚐 to come fight his impossible odds... (disclaimer English is not my first language and I'm dyslectic so i might get some things wrong please tell me!! also please give feedback or idea's for future chapters!)

A collection of Hunger Games stories because they occupy my mind without writing them. I feel like there's gonna be a lot of Haymitch.

TORNADO ALERT | ❝ if you feel it, flee it. ❞ against all odds, METTIE HARZ and WYATT CALLOW, smartest (and weakest) two persons in the mines of district twelve, make the deadly mistake of missing the tornado alert, which will result in one of their eventual deaths and the discovery of things better left to the ghosts. wyatt callow STAND-ALONE ━ pre-hg cover by @msdoraliliana <3 © stellarivms

Sunrise on the reaping in Maysilee's point of view plus the what if of if her and Wyatt were dating

Wyatt Callow is not easily surprised. He watches each Reaping, stone-faced and solemn at the loss, but the chosen tributes are always predictable. That is, until the Reaping of the Second Quarter Quell, when Lenore Dove Baird volunteers in place of thirteen-year-old Louella McCoy, and this year's Hunger Games become a lot more exciting. Although the other tributes are almost strangers to him, Wyatt's observational skills pick up on a few things: First, Lenore Dove and Maysilee Donner have a past. It looks like neither of them are over it (or each other), making it all the more difficult with Haymitch watching. Second, Lenore Dove is always sneaking around, and factoring in her rebellious spirit, Wyatt knows she's up to something. For now, all he can do is observe, but he knows these Games are going to be different. Or, an anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young.

After almost losing her best friend in the 49th hunger games, Odessa Caldwell thought her stresses were over. It's not until the second quarter quell approaches that makes all her worries and fears come back to her when her name is called out at the reaping. Odessa surely thinks all her odds are stacked against her until she meets a certain oddsmaker. "Yeah, I guess the end is here." ||Wyatt Callow x Fem! Oc|| ALL RIGHTS OF SUNRISE ON THE REAPING BELONG TO SUZANNE COLLINS, ONLY THING I OWN IS THE CHARACTERS I MADE.

𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 / sunrise on the reaping fanfiction maysilee donner x fem!oc "doomsday is close at hand, I'll book a marching band / to play as you speak" by MYG00DGRACES, 2025 cover: @acpectros

... ❱ sus posibilidades eran casi nulas, pero esa era una elección propia. entraría a la arena de la misma forma en que saldría: sabiendo que no había nada que pudiera hacer para luchar contra su destino. después de todo, este había quedado sellado en piedra al momento en que dio su primer respiro. ❪ sunrise on the reaping , wyatt callow x fem! OC ❫ original | wistfulthoughts. 2025 traducción | ibarrxlson. 2025

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

Wyatt just so happened to find Maysilee at the right time, was she happy? No. Was she also grateful that he got there in time? Absolutely, but he's a booker boy. Ew.

a covey girl with a booker boy

wyatt callow x fem! reader

It was like fate was tempting her, because the next afternoon, Maysilee spots Wyatt Callow outside of the café for the first time. All the while, Haymitch's words can't stop ringing through her head: You miss one-hundred percent of the shots you don't take. Fortunately, he's sitting alone in the library, his face in a book as he furiously scribbles notes. Maysilee can't make out the subject, prays to god that he's not a smelly Computer Science major, and realizes that she still can't figure out a good way to approach him. Like, 'Hello, we've never really spoken outside of your workplace, but I think you're really pretty, and you should model for me.' Who says that? [or, maysilee is a frustrated fashion major in need of a model, wyatt is a barista, and haymitch quotes wayne gretsky] | Word Count: 9,584 |

❝ and there's nothing like a mad woman ❞ IN WHICH wyatt callow doesn't mind a bit of madness when it comes to salem or IN WHICH wyatt's heart belongs to a poor mad girl back at home [ sunrise on the reaping au ] [ fem!oc x wyatt callow ]

⚠️ NOT MY STORY. ALL CHARACTERS AND WHOLE PLOT BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS ⚠️ ( writing this for people who don't have the book )

Wyatt Callow wasn't meant to survive the 50th Hunger Games. When he's rescued at the Cornucopia and taken to District 13, everyone starts to expect him to be something he's not: A leader. As he watches the rest of the Quarter Quell behind a screen, now riddled by loss and grief, he realizes that he must take action to stop the Games for good. That's when he develops his conniving, calculated drag persona: President Alma Coin. Now, instead of predicting who lives and who dies, he gets to decide it. | Word Count: 23,274 | [cross-posted with "oddsmaker's elegy" on AO3, both written by me] #1 in wyattcallow {07/19/2025} #2 in maysileedonner {07/19/2025}

Marceline Perkins loves Wyatt Callow... Marceline Perkins best friends are the Donner Twins, Asterid and Lenore Dove... Marceline Perkins has a mixed opinion on Haymitch Abernathy... Marceline Perkins is a volunteer... Marceline Perkins is a mystery... Marceline Perkins is forgotten... OC X HAYMITCH Then she just disappeared.. like she was nothing at all. Goodbye Marceline Lilith Perkins.. We hardly knew you.

lainey rose collier was just a seventeen year old girl living in district twelve. growing up in district twelve was hard for some, and lainey knew that, she was lucky. she had grown up in the merchant class, her parents owned the clothing shop in the town square. she was the kind of girl that drew attention naturally, not because she was overwhelmingly beautiful, but because she had a naturally alluring light about her that couldn't be dimmed by the coal dust that seemed to constantly darken the air of district twelve. when the 50th annual hunger games roll around and each district is forced to reap two times the amount of tributes, lainey isn't particularly worried for herself, but more so for her friends. what happens when the reaping doesn't go as plan and lainey finds herself headed into the second quarter quell as a tribute of district twelve? haymitch abernathy had always had it harder than most. forced into becoming the man of the house at a young age and placed in the position of taking care of his mother and sid. he lived among the seam, working jobs for his mother and hattie, while trying to keep food on the table. he never really came off as approachable towards others, leaving with him with not many friends, other than lenore dove, of course, his best friend. when the reaping comes on his sixteenth birthday, he's of course worried for himself, but he's more worried for lenore dove. praying that her name isn't called, but when things go wrong and he's forced to be a tribute for the quarter quell, he finds himself drawn to a certain blonde haired girl that he'd never quite gotten the courage to talk to. will things change for him as he navigates his way through the arena? disclaimer: i do not have any claim to any of the hunger games characters or the plot of sunrise on the reaping, except for lainey of course, the rest of the credit goes to suzanne collins! (the hunger games universe) (oc x haymitch abernathy)

In District 12, every choice carries a price, and every hope is a bet. For Wyatt Callow-oddsmaker, gambler, and son of the notorious Booker Boys-life is one calculated risk after another. Then he meets Rowena March, a merchant girl with her life already mapped out, a future seemingly untouchable. Choosing her is the risk he never predicted, the wager he can't afford to lose. Their forbidden love ignites in a quiet year, a stolen rebellion against a world that calculates every outcome-and where betting on the heart is the riskiest gamble of all. For Wyatt, her devotion is the ultimate, unfathomable stake. For Rowena, having him is the only bet worth placing-a wager that could cost everything... or change everything. This is not full canon-this is a "what if" story: what would have happened if Wyatt was never reaped or killed in the 50th Games and if he aged out.