They're having a hard time keeping Effie alive. She's a shell of what she was and Coin doesn't want her alive. Drabble that doesn't quite go anywhere.

Where's Finnick? Odair he is. In this fanfic. Yep.

Lea vive en el Distrito 4 de Panem.Los Juegos del Hambre son cada año,y los 12 Distritos deben enviar a una chica y un chico entre 12 y 18 años a una arena donde sólo uno sale vivo.¿Qué pasará cuando Caleb,alguien muy importante para ella, sea elegido?

Let me find a perfectly matching expression to describe Cato. It could be tough, ruthless, killer. He doesn't know how to describe himself; but I do. He's a fallen angel. Rated T because IDK. Oneshot.

Katniss comes home from the Games, the slightly less miserable version. A certain handsome cousin is no longer just her best friend, but what happens that makes her figure that out? Starts with the scene where Katniss steps off the train, then CF.

Peeta's a great guy. But sometimes, we get a bit frustrated with him. And then we blow him up. And run him over with trains. And let him get eaten by squirrels and the like...

It's the 87th Hunger Games, and when Blue Kerrigan's name is chosen, what she doesn't bank on is falling in love with the opposition from District 12, Ace Remmington. But can she be a victor, when love stands in her way?

Barely post-Mockingjay, starting after Katniss returns home to District 12. In depth pov of dealing with everything that has happen and how she can start rebuilding herself and her relationship with Peeta. How do you fix something so broken?

They are bloody, brutal, and vicious for a world carefully watching. But deep down they are still humans, humans tortured and broken beyond comprehension. Clato. Alternating POVs. Rated T because it's the Hunger Games.

Sable is a career tribute from District 1, but her world falls apart when her fellow tribute's name is called at the reaping. I am awful at summaries but please read anyway!

¿Por qué él se enamoró de ti?, ¿porqué él habría de morir y no tú?, ¿por qué Primrose?, ¿por qué Katniss?, no eres fuerte y no tienes corazón. RIC.

After being haunted my the memory of her brother being killed, Taryn has spent the past two years preparing for the unlikely event of being reaped into the Hunger Games. But in the deadliest game in the world, will it be enough? Story in Progress

Cato y Clove se conocen, y al instante se llevan mal, pero al empezar a conocerse, muestran afecto uno por el otro. ¿Podrán, los desconocidos amantes del distrito dos, ganarles a los trágicos amantes del distrito doce?

Célina a déjà vécu tellement chose . Elle pensait que la vie la laissera tranquille jusqu'au jour ...

He's never seen someone be so human in a place so feral. / Cato's POV during Spark, M for cussing and dark themes

After losing her, he does what he knows is right.

A poem about how Katniss felt after Prim's death.

Drabble. Ya no hay más dolor. El miedo se disipa y sólo quedan sus ojos que la miran con el amor que jamás creyó ser digna de recibir. Katness&Peeta.

Sometimes, Annie slips, deeper and deeper, into an ocean of memories. Sometimes, she's scared that she's back there, in the games. Others, she's stood there on Reaping day. Today, she remembers whilst holding the only remaining piece of Finnick Odair.

Forget everything about Our somewhat happy ending. The tributes aren't alive, like in that story. This is my original ending that I scrapped when everyone loved this story so much. Feed back is appreciated. I hope you enjoy my original ending.

death? tratgy and romance

The reaping from Peeta's POV.

TRADUCTION : C'est l'anniversaire de Katniss; Peeta et elle s'apprêtent à sauter le pas dans leur relation…jusqu'à ce qu'ils prennent conscience trop tard d'une erreur monumentale…moralité : avant l'amour, ne jamais oublier de prendre ses précautions.

"She keeps telling me that I'm sick and that I need help but she is the one with the real problem. The way she treats our children makes me hate her."

Todos saben que Haymitch es un borracho acabado, pero una vez tuvo dieciséis años, una vez lo ganó y lo perdió todo al mismo tiempo, alcanzó la gloria y la desgracia, aunque ahora sólo se permita recordarlo con una botella en la mano. RIC