Everyone knows that the Hunger Games are about violence, but real fans know the truth: they're also romantic. The blood, the roses, the tension, the fashion, the dreams of money and fame. The Hunger Games are the union of violence and romance, and these tributes are about to go on their honeymoon. (OPEN SYOT, readers can sponsor). My 3rd SYOT!
Hubo 75 ediciones de los Juegos del Hambre. En este fic encontrarás un hecho sucedido en todas y cada una de esas ediciones, desde la primera hasta el Tercer Vasallaje de los 25. [65/75]
Ever since Cashmere was little people had always talked about what a beautiful bride she'd make, the types of boys who would swoon after her, and the beautiful sort of romantic perfection she would be. But all the years of isolation, altered childhood training for the Games, altered adult life, and intense experiences add up...she sobs in her walk-in closet. What do you expect?
A collection of all the Hunger Games One-Shots and Drabbles I've written. A Spluttering in the Crack before the Revolution, How Passed Away Characters may be Resurrected, and more.
Exodus of gold and marble, bitter black skies and enough glittering lights to almost be seen from the Capitol at night, District 1 seems like a paradise of luxury in Panem. Affluent, well-trained from the Training Centres, classically beautiful, Cashmere's life seems perfect, but then why does she become a defector during the second rebellion?
Panem knows me as the affluent, intensely trained since birth and classically beautiful victor from District 1. What they don't know is that if it weren't for Gloss and I doing our part in the rebellion, it wouldn't have gone down the way it did. And it was only through doing things the way we did that it worked. Through the eyes of a classic player in politics...
Dying sucked. And now living again will suck more with the faces of those I killed haunting me. Least I became rich though right? (On Hiatus. I'm going to completely rewrite this when I get the chance)
Dearest readers, please heed this warning. What you are about to read is equivalent to treason against Panem and our beloved President. While the spreading of this material is essential, note that the discovery of it within your possession will inevitably culminate in a lifetime spent in the most unfashionable clothes inside the Maze. Your faithful author, A.C.