Thg Stories

She's a Siren. If you hear her voice, run. Don't look back. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 When Carolina Seymour was five years old, Finnick Odair pushed her into the sea. When Finnick was ten, Carolina hid a dead fish in his bag. And after years of rogue spears during training and screaming matches during class, Carolina and Finnick's feelings for each other were clear. She hated him. He hated her. And the two of them were perfectly happy that... Until Carolina is reaped for the 68th Hunger Games, and Finnick is assigned to be her mentor. Now, Carolina can't help but wonder what will kill her first: the arena, or her childhood rival who has spent years making it clear he doesn't care whether she lives or dies? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Warning: contains topics of violence, death, and trauma Written by: @dahliaswishes Pre Hunger Games - Mockingjay Part II

~A Hunger Games Fanfiction~ (I wrote this story almost 7 years ago at 14. I haven't gone back and edited anything - don't plan to - but I just republished this story for funsies since I recently rediscovered my wattpad account after the new hunger games book about haymitch came out. So obviously not accurate :333333) "You may not have the strength and training," she began in a hushed voice as a tear rolled down her cheek, "but you have the brains. Promise to me that you'll use them wisely, Harper." Harper, a fourteen-year-old girl was a quiet citizen of District One. She wasn't very popular nor liked by her classmates. Her only friend was her older sister, and her parents were hardly around. When the first Quarter Quell made its appearance, all district citizens of Panem were instructed to elect a fellow tribute of their district to enter the deadly arena. Reaping Day arrived; terror wrapped its relentless tentacles around Harper as she noticed more and more smirks and sly grins being passed her way before the election. Unfortunately for her, it didn't take long for her to realize why.

The odds are never in my favor. catching fire - mockingjay pt 2

❝ Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming? ❞ haymitch abernathy x fem!oc sotr into post-sotr start. 11 feb 2026 finish. - SUNRISE ON THE REAPING - SUZANNE COLLINS ©ADORELEMON 2026

At twelve years old, Alara never expected her name to be called. In a world that thrives on spectacle and survival, she is seen as fragile-an innocent child thrown into an unwinnable game. But beneath the surface, something dangerous burns. And in an arena built to destroy her, Alara may become the spark that changes everything.

" "A volunteer! Oh how exquisite, and in 12 of all districts."It had always seemed funny to me how extravagant and odd everyone from the capitol looked. Effie Trinket was no exception. If I was as easy to spot as a rose on an empty field, Effie was a huge and beautiful oak tree. "What is your name sweetheart?" Her voice was almost comforting. "Mila Jade" It felt criminal giving my name out to these people for them to turn over and over in their mouths until it was just noises and sounds. Which is exactly why I kept the last part to myself. They didn't deserve to know who I was. Who I really was. My name would forever be mine and only mine. Mila Jade Baird." What would have happened if the coveys had stayed around and one of them had been elected instead of Katniss?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Lucy Gray Baird's granddaughter is reaped for the Hunger Games. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 star-crossed lovers meet and fall in love in the worst possible scenario, but it is inevitable. Cato Hadley x fem! oc Rivals to Lovers? Fast burn? The 74th annual Hunger Games. All rights to Susanne Collins!

"District 4," Haymitch says, swirling his drink. "That's the one you'll need to keep an eye on." "Finnick Odair, right?" Peeta asks. Haymitch nods. "Yep. Won his Games at fourteen. Youngest victor ever. Extremely humble." Katniss raises an eyebrow. "You're kidding." "Yes," Haymitch says flatly. "I'm kidding. He's a peacock. Total preener. But the Capitol eats it up. Charming, smart, lethal in the arena-especially in water. He knows how to play them." "Any weaknesses?" Katniss asks. Haymitch hesitates, then sighs. "One. Eliza." "Eliza Ricci?" Peeta frowns. "Snow's victor?" "That's the one. Strong. Arrogant. Beautiful in that terrifying way. The Capitol worships her-half want to be her, the other half want to belong to her. Lived in the President's mansion for years. Been his weapon, his shadow, his warning shot." Katniss glances at Peeta. "And she's close to Finnick?" "Has a kind of love for him," Haymitch says. "The only person I've ever seen make her laugh. She's dangerous on her own-put them together, and you've got a storm you don't want to be in the middle of." Katniss leans back, thoughtful. "So what's the good news?" "Eliza seems to like you," Haymitch says, glancing her way. "Or at least she respects you." "And the bad?" Peeta asks. Haymitch smirks grimly. "She might want you dead." ~Extended summary inside~ Trigger Warning: Contains blood, gore, and violence Achievements: #1 in peacekeepers #1 in Panem #1 in lucygraybaird #1 in covey #1 in thecovey #1 in finnickodair #1 in thehungergames #2 in lenoredove #2 in thg #2 in lucygray #2 in mockingjay #3 in finnickxoc #3 in songbird

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. ⋆✴︎˚｡𝑶𝑪/𝑶𝑪 || 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 ｡˚✴︎⋆ 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ⋆✴︎˚｡𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗｡˚✴︎⋆ This book will include violence, murder, and extremely heartbreaking moments. If you do not like to ride roller coasters, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!!! The setting is based on the original Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. Previous characters, such as Finnick Odair, Katniss Everdeen, Beetee Latier, and Wiress, will be mentioned, whereas President Snow will make multiple appearances. The rest of the characters are my own. Feel free to vote and comment, your author over here loves interacting with readers ;) Enjoy! 🥇#thg fanfiction -mes --Aug.31.2025 🥇#centennial -Aug.31.2025 🥇 #districtthree -Aug.31.2025 🥇 #district3 -Dec.27.2025 🥇 #career - Dec.27.2025

the tragedy of the human race is this: the odds are never in their favour.

High school for Willow feels like living in a constant blur of hallways, late bells, and stolen moments that somehow mean everything. It's the way love shows up quietly between classes-shared glances across crowded rooms, laughing a little too long over nothing, sitting closer than necessary just to feel a bit braver. For her, it's not some perfect movie version of romance, it's messy and real and kind of overwhelming in the best way, like your heart doesn't know how to act normal anymore. Between friendships, drama, and all the chaos of growing up, love becomes this soft little anchor she doesn't always notice she's holding onto until it's already there, shaping her whole world without asking permission. Most characters belong to Suzanne Collins

They tell me I'm the girl who has everything. Diamond studs in my ears. A mansion in Victor's Village. A face the Capitol can't stop watching. They don't know I sleep in a dead boy's bed. They don't know the scar on my thigh is from a knife I dropped when I was thirteen - because a boy with honey-brown hair winked at me and I forgot I was holding it. They don't know I volunteered for the Games because I ran out of reasons to stay alive. Then I met a boy with ocean-blue eyes who wasn't him. And a girl who laughed like she'd never lost anything. And I started to remember what it felt like to want something. The arena changes you. But maybe- Maybe that's not always a bad thing.

Raven-Amber Rose Just a Covery girl from District 12, and nothing special. She hasn't even got a mother. Her father might as well be dead. But something about her snapped Haymitch awake. The guy who drunk all his problems away was suddenly... Sober? Maybe it was her name, and how it reminded him of that one poem his late lover was named after. Or maybe, just maybe. Haymitch Abernathy had a knowing feeling in the back of his head, that she was the one. The one who might be able to help him keep his promise. The one who might finally stop that sun from rising on the reaping

scout azure's victory was an accident.

(THE HUNGER GAMES - The Ballad of Songbird and Snake) TREECH x OC ·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.·　·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.·　·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.· In a world where justice is just another performance, Iustitia Aequitas has always known her role. Raised as the Capitol's perfect "Lady Justice," she's taught to see the Hunger Games as necessary, controlled, right. But when she's assigned to mentor a tribute, everything begins to crack. What starts as quiet defiance turns into something far more dangerous: compassion. And then, something even worse. Love. Because in Panem, love is never safe. And choosing your own path? That might be the most dangerous thing of all. ·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.·　·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.·　·.¸¸.··.¸¸.··.¸¸.·

An alternate universe based on The Hunger Games wherein Lenore Dove survives and lives a picture perfect life with Haymitch and their daughter until she gets reaped in the 74th Hunger Games. Cato Hadley x fem oc All rights to Suzanne Collins

❝ It's following me! It won't go away; it's looking at me! ❞ // 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the seventieth hunger games was more environmentally friendlier than anyone else could have thought. ( oc x oc ), the hunger games universe, johanna mason's games. © ashdoves (( 2025~2026 )), only available on wattpad. #1 in mosquitoes ( 26.05.16 )

(and i'll feel the sickness less and less) haymitch abernathy x oc

𝓕or you, I'd get beat 𝓣o smithereens. 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝 . . . ── © discophoria 2026 cover by @swannluvr

In the ruins of North America, the nation of Panem rules through fear, and the Hunger Games demand their sacrifice. In District 11, just survival means everything to Thalia Barnette. But when her younger sister's name is called at the Reaping, Thalia makes a choice that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Thrown into the arena alongside Thresh Morrowson, Katniss Everdeen, and Peeta Mellark, Thalia must fight not only to survive, but to hold onto the people she refuses to lose. Because in the Hunger Games, compassion can be as dangerous as any weapon. I do not claim any of the characters/storylines that are not OCs. All rights and credits go to Suzanne Collins.