Tonight it wasn't going to end as an act of comfort. Tonight he wanted her for her. He wanted Effie Trinket the woman not Effie Trinket the escort. By removing all the things that screamed 'Capitol' he marked her as his equal.

Irina Mellark has been entered into the fourth Quarter Quell and the first Centennial Celebration. How will she fare with 35 competing tributes instead of 23?

Cato/Clove. "If this was real. You would be dead." In a twisted, sadistic kind of way they worked. Fast upload. Please read & review.

Si tú mueres, y yo vivo, no me queda ninguna vida de regreso al distrito Doce. Tú eres toda mi vida. ― Nadie me necesita de verdad a mí.― Digo sin ninguna autocompasión. ―Yo sí.― Dice Katniss. Ella me besa y siento deseos. Peeta Pov. Situado en Llamas.

Haymitch watches Effie's evening routine. Disclaimer: Not my universe, just playing in it!

"Reason or not, it was my name that sounded over the silenced crowd. Reason or not, life had rolled forward and apparently had decided it was my time to fall off the ladder." A quick oneshot giving insight into the backgrounds of Rue and Thresh.

"When a girl named Theta surpassed her in skill at the sword, she practiced for days until the hard piece of metal was less like a sword and more like a weapon of mass destruction." Clove is not the kind of person to accept defeat. Some Clato.

Destined to fall in love, but under the cruelest circumstances. The world's best-known tragedy as played out in the Arena.

What happens when you're closest friend returns home from something you never dreamed he would be able to survive? This is a short story through the life, love and friendship of Madge Undersee and Peeta Mellark. I like them. They're cute.

One year ago during Squad 451's raid on the capitol, Peeta and Katniss were taken prisoner and the rebels were forced to retreat. After enduring nightmares alone for so long, will they be able find the strength to save each other from the unthinkable?

I think that if Katniss ever wrote a letter like this, she would let haymitch write it, because he's drunk so he won't remember anything. That's what i would do at least.

As you may have heard me say on , we as a fandom have not been given total closure with Gale here. I thought a short story might help y'all out.

ONESHOT. This story does not have a grand narrative. There is no rule change that saves the lovers. One unnamed tribute is chased by another, they fight, people die. A story about ones mortality and the connects we make with people.

From the first day of the reaping, to her tragic end. This is the Hunger Games Trilogy, from Prim's perspective. Rated T to be safe.

Annie wasnt that fond of Finnick until he slowly won her over but the Hunger Games may change that forever...

The only thing worse than the Games are the people in them. One-shot.

The Capitol has fallen and Panem are free. But how are Peeta and Katniss recovering? Based after the events of Mockingjay, a deeper revelation to the recovery of the two victors, and what it feels like being back in District 12

A free-verse poem from Katniss' perspective. It's a bit depressing, but no main characters were killed off in the writing of this poem. LOL!

The truth behind Clove's cold eyes. One Shot. This is not a romantic story. Enjoy.

"Finnick?" gritei, mas não houve resposta alguma. Corri para abraçá-lo, mas em vez de me envolver com seu calor, ele me atacou.

This is set sixteen years after the war, in Panem. I hope you guys enjoy; it also kind of ties into my "Between the lines" series. My writing wasn't it's best when I wrote this, and all critiques are appreciated. Thanks!

Yet another submit-a-tribute story! enter your tribute, and please use MY format! OPEN! 11 spots OPEN! 8 male, 3 female

Normally nobody would ever be allowed out, but her and Cato were rather special cases in the opinions of those in control. She didn't want to escape. She wanted to win. But right now, she wanted to see Cato.

To me, it all felt like too much coincidence. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. Sentenced to death. To be made fish in a barrell, thrown into the ring with lions, what little dignity we could hope to have in death turned into public entertainment.

Rue was a happy vibrant child ever since the day she was born. She was the eldest of her five siblings.On hot summer days or cold winter nights she'd sing to her siblings this tune, I look to the day when skies aren't always as gray when life is changed