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

❝ 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

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

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

Years after the fall of Capitol, where people call the nation "United Panem", everything is peaceful. After so many years, everyone is happy. Katniss and Peeta have two lovely teenage children, Lilian and Sam. Their life is beautiful, perfect. Panem has finally dug it's way out of the ashes. No more poverty, no more starvation, no more persecution, and no more Hunger Games. But that peace and tranquility all comes tumbling down when someone finds the 'Contract of the Capitol Games' - It was voted by the victors of the districts' Hunger Games that there will be another Games, but for the Capitol this time. Lilian Mellark, fondly called Lian, daughter of Katniss and Peeta Mellark, visits the Capitol with her family and friends to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Panem's freedom from the Capitol. She, for the time being, is blissfully unaware of the looming Hunger Games. She is safe from the Games of course, but the new friends she makes in the Capitol aren't. And the Capitol boy she meets definitely isn't. As Lian learns about the Capitol Games and gets to better understand the people of the Capitol, she finds herself fearfully dreading the event that her fellow citizens in the Districts are eagerly awaiting. Can Lilian Mellark save her Capitol friends, or will her influence and reach fall too short? ----------------------- Sequel to the Hunger Games trilogy.

~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.

" "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!

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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.

Arianna Carusso lives in District 4, where the sea sets the pace of her days: school, fishing on the boat with her mother, the silent hours spent watching her little brother Nico draw, and evenings on the beach with her best friend, Lucille Odair. A simple and hard life, but safe. At least until, during his last Reaping, when he believed he was finally safe, his name is drawn at the 54th Hunger Games. Thrown into the arena of a ruined city dominated by a volcano, Arianna discovers that survival is not enough. In the Capitol, her unexpected encounter with Haymitch Abernathy, a mentor from a district that isn't hers, ignites a new awareness in her: the real enemy isn't just the Games, but the system that makes them possible. From that moment on, her goal becomes one: to break the cycle, to prevent further tributes, further sacrifices after her. Because some stories don't end in death. Some... rise from the ashes.

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered, my eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I don't know how to survive this." "You don't have to do it alone," he said quietly. "We're in this together, Annie. You're not the only one who's scared." This year, the Games are different. With an all-new arena, designed to be more dangerous and unpredictable than ever before, the tributes must navigate a maze of traps and shifting alliances. In the shadow of past uprisings, the Capitol has set its sights on making an example of these young competitors. Among the tributes is a girl named Annie a survivor from District 4 who must face the challenges of these Games... I do not own The Hunger Games series or any of it's characters, they all belong to Suzanne Collins I only own my OCs TRIGGER WARNINGS -Violence

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.

[oc x finnick odair] The Capitol sucks. But it's nicer when you have someone with you. Every year, Acey ends up at the Capitol. It really depends: sometimes it's for the Games; sometimes Snow wants some some sort of electronic miracle; sometimes a Capitolite wants their own customised gadgets. But Acey can always depend on finding Finnick somewhere nearby. They meet, they greet, then they leave separately. Each time. [image in cover belongs to eyssan (@ eysanduruu) on pinterest; I only edited it.]

" If one of us returns home alive, I'll be the one our district won't recognize." Before Mockingjay, before the Girl on Fire, another rebellion began quietly. Amara Reed of District 11 enters the 55th Hunger Games, admired for a gift the Capitol quickly twists into a weapon for their entertainment. When she refuses to play the role they design for her, she pays a price that only her district ever witnesses. To the rest of Panem, she becomes a curiosity and a spectacle. To District 11, she is something far more complicated: a survivor carrying a silent wound. As Amara steps into the uneasy world of mentoring, her life intersects with the only living Victor of his district. A man who knows better than anyone what the Capitol does to those who outthink them. Some rebellions burn. Others grow quietly like roots under stone.

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

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

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

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life 🌾 Open

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