Mockingjay Stories

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 - ❝𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞 '𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙮❞ ✽ ✽ ✽ the hunger games catching fire - mockingjay part two peeta mellark x fem!oc started: 04/21/2025 finished: tbd

"Romulus Grier. Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games... but no one remembers it as a true victory." "Those are the games they refuse to air right" "They buried the footage. Said it was too disturbing, too unpredictable. The Head Gamemaker had a personal vendetta, one she masked as strategy. Even Snow looked uneasy by the end. Whatever happened in that arena, it wasn't just a fight for survival. It was something darker." TW: violence, trauma, oppression, hallucinations, death, explicit language started: may 16, 2025 part i: 06/26/25 ✔️ part ii: 08/04/25 ✔️ part iii: finished:

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋 drags Cecily Anderson back into the Hunger Games, the Capitol resurrects a name she spent seven years trying to erase: The Ripper. District 6's elusive victor returns to the spotlight with a single warning from Haymitch Abernathy, Protect the Girl on Fire. But nothing about these Games is what it seems. Alliances feel like traps, secrets whisper beneath every smile, and the Capitol watches her too closely. And then there's Finnick Odair. The Capitol calls him the Golden Boy. Cecily calls him something else entirely. In an arena built on lies, Cecily must survive enemies, allies, and the truth she refuses to face... because some pasts don't stay buried, no matter how hard you try to kill them.

"There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin?" -Hozier, From Eden finnick odair x oc

"Daphne Clearcreek, the golden‑eyed victor of District 4, thought her nightmare ended eight years ago when she survived the arena at fifteen. But the Quarter Quell drags her back into the Capitol's spotlight, forcing her to fight again. Haunted by her past and overshadowed by the Capitol's darlings, Daphne must decide whether to play their game or risk everything for rebellion. Alongside Finnick Odair, whose charm hides scars as deep as her own, she discovers that survival may mean more than just staying alive - it may mean finding someone worth living for."

A fanfic about the hunger games. Here's a taste: 16 years old. That's my age. 100th. That's the number of the hunger games this year. I never really understood why they got recontinued. After the death of the mocking jay, it seemed as if they weren't so bad. Katniss wasn't there anymore, with her scars and beloved husband to remind us of the terror she, and all other tributes had to face. At least that's what I've been told. I don't think it was about Katniss. Yes, she was the symbol of the revolution. The mocking jay. But revolutions are not just about the symbols. They are about memory and reason. I blame the capitol, and all the districts. They knew that after her death the silence would return. They knew that with silence, comes what we've been fearing. And that's why I am right now standing in a big crowd, scared to be selected for a tribute. ___ info: Peeta's second niece is getting elected as tribute. What will happen to her in the games? Will she be the new Katniss, the new mocking jay, the winner - or a loser?

Fem OC/Gloss From the moment Neve Virello is reaped for the Hunger Games, her life is set on a path she never could have imagined. Thrust into a world of survival, deception, and power, she must learn to navigate the Capitol's deadly game-not just in the arena, but beyond it. As alliances form and lines blur between enemies and friends, Neve finds herself caught in the tides of a changing Panem. Through love, loss, and the weight of expectation, she must decide who she wants to be in a world where survival comes at a cost. But in a game where every move is watched, can she ever truly be free?

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞... ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Willow Odair was only seven years old when her older brother, Finnick, was reaped for the Hunger Games. Since then, she'd grown up with the trauma it'd brought her family; the constant absence of Finnick, the scars it'd left him with, and the prying eyes of the capitol. It was a pain they hoped never to experience again. Until they did. Once again, the Odairs became exposed to a repeat of Finnick's cruel fate. This time with Willow being chosen as the female tribute for the 74th Hunger Games. From the moment she was chosen, Willow's one goal was to stay alive and return to her brother. However, when she meets Cato Hadley, unwanted feelings arise which may get in the way of her path to winning. Will she do whatever it takes to win, or will she let her feelings control her?

In District Five, intelligence is just another form of survival. Fossa Crossley was never meant to be noticed. Quiet, observant, and sharp in ways most people overlook, she has learned that the safest place in Panem is just outside the spotlight. But when her name is called at the Reaping, invisibility is no longer an option. As alliances fracture, secrets surface, and the Capitol hungers for spectacle, Fossa must navigate a world where attention is deadly and trust is a luxury she can't afford. In the Hunger Games, strength isn't always measured by weapons or muscles, sometimes it's measured by what you see, what you hide, and what you're willing to sacrifice to stay alive. Because in Panem, the smartest player isn't the one who fights the hardest. It's the one no one sees coming.

Cato has trained his whole life for this moment: the chance to prove himself in the most brutal competition Panem has ever seen. But the Hunger Games aren't just about strength and skill-they're about trust, betrayal, and survival in a world where every ally could be your enemy. As alliances form and secrets unravel, Cato must navigate deadly rivalries and personal demons to fight for more than just victory-he must fight to reclaim his family's honor and carve out his own legacy. Will he outlast the bloodshed, or will the arena become his tomb? TW: Abuse

"It's me and the Devil." "It is, no doubt." "Odette, the games proved you to be a resilient, young, cunning woman." "It didn't. It only confirmed to me who the devil really is." "And who is that, Ms. Blackman?" "That Devil is you, Snow"

Cashmere/Male OC Cashmere Nicholo knows her fate-to volunteer for the Hunger Games, just as every tribute from District One before her. It's an honor, a privilege, a duty. But as the Reaping day dawns, the illusion of choice shatters. Her name isn't just called-it's drawn. Something isn't right. Her brother, Gloss, the district's last victor, wears a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. His whispered arguments with Neve, his insistence on a specific dress, the way pity lingers in the escort's gaze-it all tells her one thing. This was planned. But by whom? And why? Now, alongside Lysander-her fellow volunteer and the only person she might be able to trust-Cashmere must enter the arena with more than just survival on the line. Because the real Games didn't start with the Reaping. They started long before that. And she has no idea what game she's already playing.

"And it hurts to miss you, but it's worse to know That I'm the reason you won't come home" ~ Butterflies are seldom seen in District Nine, but when they do appear, the residents view it as a good sign. Whispers always spread quickly through the district, suggesting that the butterfly symbolizes joy and signal that change and transformation are forthcoming. However, twelve-year-old Ceres Solace is unaware that when a butterfly lands on her just before her first Reaping, her entire life is about to dramatically change in ways she cannot prevent.

Legacy is everything in District Two. Clove Kentwell has spent her whole life training for the Hunger Games, the weight of her family's victories pressing on her shoulders like a second skin. She was born for the arena, raised on stories of glory, blood, and triumph. She's ready to win-and ready to kill for it. But the Capitol's stage is brighter than she imagined, the alliances sharper, and the betrayals closer than she ever expected. With whispers of old family feuds, district politics, and deadly secrets swirling around her, Clove must navigate mentors with broken pasts, allies who might not stay allies, and tributes who refuse to die quietly. Because in the end, it's not just about surviving the Games. It's about proving that the blood in her veins was worth spilling in the first place.

In which.... the reunion is one of the worst reunions of all time. set before the storyline of the hunger games to mockingjay oc x oc

Aracelia St. Clair was born to hunt. In District 10, where survival depended on sharp eyes and steady hands, she thrived. A natural with a weapon, she could take down a charging steer or a silent shadow with the same deadly precision. Her whistle, sharp and clear, was both a signal and a warning, echoing through the plains. But in the Capitol's arena, hunting meant more than survival-it meant sacrifice. She didn't volunteer for glory. She volunteered to save her brother, stepping into the spotlight as the "Whistler Marksman." In a world where hunters became prey, Aracelia learned that some hunts demand more than skill-they demand everything. And those are the price of freedom.

Allura Hadley, the Capitol's sweetheart, she is the youngest female victor winning her games at the age of 15 taking everyone by surprise, she seemed so innocent, so feeble, so it of course shocked everyone when she caved in her opponent's head with a rock she found. Finnick Odair x Fem!OC Male!OC x Fem!OC The Hunger Games (Pre-hunger games - Mockingjay) Published : 02/02/24 Finished :

𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳,,, 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ╭┈ 𝘢 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 - 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯 .· * • ˚ │ ✶ : · • 𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘨 - 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘢𝘺 │ ╰ ( 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ) .· * ╰────────✬ * ˚ ✶

Eighteen-year-old Nixie Marlow never wanted glory. Reaped from District Four and thrown into a brutal arena sculpted for collapse, she quickly learns the Games are less about strength and more about what you're willing to lose. With blood on her hands, grief carved into her bones, and only a wooden bird to remember the fallen by, Nixie must decide who she becomes when survival demands more than mercy. As the arena turns to ice and the body count rises, even her mentor, Finnick Odair, may not be able to pull her back from the edge. *This is a FinnickxOC fic. It is not edited* COMPLETED