AU! 20 year old Zetan Rindmey gets caught seducing 17 year old bay Lockwood. Will he face charges and be deemed guilty of being a pedophile or will he be set free?

These few hours is the only time when Annie can see me, the only time I am back in my body. I have died long ago but only now do I get the chance to say a proper goodbye to my wife - to the woman who has changed me and has given me a part of her light.

¿Y si Madge no hubiera muerto en el ataque a la casa del Alcalde? ¿Que pasaría si no nos lo hubiesen explicado todo? ¿Que tal si hay algo que ella quiere decirte, un secreto que quiere que guardes? "-¡Madge! ¡Sal de aquí!-" "-¡No voy a dejarlos!-" "-¡Sal de aquí ahora!-" "Y lo hice." Este fic participa en el reto "What if?" del foro Días Oscuros.

Peeta Mellark. Katniss Everdeen. On associe souvent le nom de l'un à l'autre. Mais qu'arriverait-il si par n'importe quel hasard ou encore divinité, ce ne seraient plus des amants maudits ? Enfin, pour l'instant. Comment réagirait Katniss ? Peeta ? Gale ? Où n'importe qui, peut-être même vous. A vous de le découvrir dans cette fic.

Little Finn Odair gets fussy over his dinner after receiving a new toy. Annie has to try to sway him toward eating, like any good mother would do.

As the sole victor of the 74th annual Hunger Games, Katniss returns to her life in District 12, feeling more lost and alone than ever before. Suffering from PTSD, she finds her comfort somewhere unexpected and tries to find out how to deal with her reality.

The Games have been a bit boring lately. The Gamemakers want to stir things up, a frightening Games that will keep the audience on the edge of their seats. Let the 118th Hunger Games begin, and prepare to be scared . Rated T for language, Hunger Games material... and honestly, if you weren't ready for this content, you wouldn't be reading the Hunger Games in the first place.

Katniss and Peeta, one morning after the war. No games, no cameras or propos. Just a boy and girl in love.

In the minimal light, I can just make out his shrug. "Maybe I missed the place," he jokes, because I know there is no way he'd trade in his compartment with his new wife for this awful hospital. He continues. "Want to come?" Katniss and Finnick venture down to 13's kitchen in the middle of the night.

Bridget is the long lost daughter of the District 12 victor Haymitch Abernathy. She decides to go to his house and tell him who she is. She is a strong willed girl and stands up for what she believes in and will not let someone talk down to her. Little does she know what she has gotten herself into when she confronts Haymitch...

Here is another way Katniss' story could have continued after her fight with Snow and Coin.

Post-Mockingjay. The Revolution has succeeded and Katniss Everdeen is left dealing with trauma and depression. Somehow, she is convinced that paying a visit to an old friend will help her overcome her fears.

-Eh.. ¿Katniss? -Tengo un par de prendedores rosados que harían juego ¿quieres alguno?. pero ¿no crees que sería extraño que los niños vean a su padre vestirse con algo tan pasado de moda, cariño? Tienen una reputación que cuidar.-Buen tiro, preciosa. -¡Papi usa algodón de azúcar en la cabeza! -¡Eso es caoba, niño!. ...Es mas serio de lo que parece, pero sigue siendo extraño o.O

Je suis morte, et j'abandonne Cato à son sort. Il faut qu'il gagne, pour lui, pour moi, pour nous. Même si il n'y a plus de moi ni de nous.

¿El deseo de un profesional es volver a la arena? La respuesta se sabrá cuando el Vasallaje los devuelva a la arena.El Capitolio no es el único capaz de romper las reglas y cuando lo haga, tendrá a un par de profesionales en el bando rebelde.Ahora los sanguinarios asesinos del distrito dos serán parte de la rebelión. Buscando su salvación y una libertad que jamás soñaron tener.

Después de la muerte de Coin y Snow a Katniss Everdeen le queda sólamente una oportunidad, sólo una cosa para salvarse y no sufrir más. "-... Me amas, ¿real o no?- Contengo el aliento y, por un momento, me asusta no saber la respuesta." Este fic participa en el reto "What if?" del foro Días Oscuros.

No es el vestido. No es el Peinado. Katniss está ardiendo y el mundo, con ella. Peeta lo ha sabido desde que subió al escenario.

Written for the Tumblr 'Prompts in Panem' 7 Day Challenge: Cruelty. "Why the hell would you want to talk to me?" I ask. "We're not friends. Not even close. Especially after what you did to Madge." "We could be friends though," he offers, a dangerous glint to his eyes, as he looks me over. "We could get to know each other." Something about the way he says that makes me shiver.

When Peeta died for Katniss in their 74th Annual Hunger Games, everything was different. The 75th Hunger Games was not for the past victors, there was no rebellion, and Katniss got to be what the Capitol guaranteed: a mentor. Now in Katniss' 20th year of mentoring, what will happen? Drama? Check. Tears? Check. Romance? We'll see...

Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta always stuck by each other's side through thick and thin, no matter what. If Finnick was there, Annie was there, and vice versa. They always seemed to be a pair.

He has done everything he can to push the demons of the Games from his mind. But there is something else that drives Haymitch to the bottle: the ones he lost after his own Hunger Games. His family, and the girl that he loved. Buried deep in his heart, safe there for all eternity, is Delianna, Haymitch's Girl.

Taken down for revisions.

A ONE-SHOT which just shows a glimpse of Katniss and Peeta in the future with their kids and what I think their lives would be like.

The Hunger Games characters are in highschool , but it is not a normal school it's a school for people with powers. Please don't read it if you don't like it I like supportive criticism but please do not be mean. Please give it a try the picture I used I got it out of the internet and don't know who did it so the credit for that amazing picture goes to whoever made it.

El viento atrapa la tela y juguetea con ella. Lo dejo hacer y deshacer a su antojo por un rato, mientras observo que juega el mismo juego con el mar. Cierro los ojos. Un mundo de estrellas y colores se dibuja ante mí, y temo que en algún momento todo eso se desvanezca. Temo abrir los ojos y encontrarme con la cruda realidad ante mí.