#hg au

[mania-sama]

was recently reading a hunger games au and got sad and thought about my old hunger games x jjk draft. and because i'm feeling sad, i'm going to post a passage from the first chapter of their reaping.

The Geisha pulls out the chosen slip agonizingly slowly. It gives Yuuji enough time to worry, to look around Megumi’s head, between the Peacekeepers, at Nobara. Her chin is held high and her shoulders are set. She stares daringly at the stage as if challenging it to pick her of all people.

Megumi grasps Itadori’s hand. His fingers are cold and his grip is deathly tight. It’s the same dance every year. Her pride sears through their chests.

Please, Yuuji begs, intertwining his fingers with Megumi’s. The comfort it provides is worth more than whatever implications the boys around him will make. Please don’t let it be her.

The Geisha gently opens the slip of paper. She smiles and reads: “Kugisaki Nobara.”

Everything comes into hyperfocus. Itadori can see the mud caking the edges of the stone town square, the soot in everyone’s hair, clothes, faces, and nails that simply won’t come out no matter how hard they scrub, the colorful Capitol banners that flutter in the wind and wealth in the face of the poorest district, and the breeze that pushes against the hairs on the back of his neck. Megumi’s hand goes limp and his breath hitches into a half-gasp, half-choke. Heads turn to find the girl that was reaped. The girls around her step away, as if Nobara has contracted a plague from becoming a tribute. 

Her luck has run out.

Nobody volunteers in her place. Of course they don’t. Nobody volunteers in the coal-mining district where half the population dies from starvation alone. Surviving is hard enough — winning the Culling Games is impossible.

She steps out of her row and doesn’t look back at her friends or her watching parents as she makes her way to the steps of the Capitol stage. She pushes away the Peacekeepers who try to corral her, wary of runaway attempts or violent outbursts. Her steps are as confident as her pride. 

When she stands next to the Geisha, she does not let her fear show. The Geisha has always made tributes look small and boring next to her power and color. Nobara does not appear small nor boring; she stands with a straight back, curled fists, and a perfectly stolid face staring dead-on at the cameras embedded into the wall parallel to the stage. It’s as if she’s challenging the other twenty-three tributes already, declaring her victory before she’s stepped a foot outside of her district.

It’s exactly as he imagined it over and over again this morning. He had hoped that his anxieties would remain just that: anxiety, a worry over something that could but will never happen.

He finds that it’s hard to breathe in the soot-infested air like he’s a Capitol citizen and not a boy raised by a grandfather and neighbors who worked in the mines his entire life. His gaze tracks the previous victors sitting in the back of the stage. Gojo's previous overjoyous malice has been replaced by a calculating head tilt. Okkotsu examines her just as closely, betraying very little in his expression.

They have to bring her home. They have to.

The Geisha gives Nobara a polite nod. His friend doesn’t turn to meet the gesture, doesn’t even spare a side-eye, a blatant show of disrespect that almost makes Itadori smile. Undeterred, the Geisha continues with the ceremony. “Now for the boys.”

Between the three of them, Megumi’s name is repeated the least amount of times. Being the ward of a famous victor, not just by district but by Capitol standards, means he has plenty of money and food. Tessera does not increase his chances of being picked. Itadori is twice as likely to be reaped, and he doesn’t even have any parents or siblings to care for. In comparison to the rest of the children, they are improbable tributes.

He holds onto this notion and Megumi’s hand tightly as the Geisha draws the slip from the bowl. She smiles, and his worst fear comes true.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

He can’t lose them both.

“I volunteer as tribute!” Itadori shouts not a half second later, raising his hand high into the air to make his position known. He does it before anyone can turn their heads to the chosen boy, before he can see Gojo’s face fall into preemptive mourning, and before Megumi can step out of the row to greet his fate.

Megumi grabs Yuuji’s shoulders and jostles him. His green eyes are wide open and wild, and his lips are curled back with anger. “You can’t be doing this to me,” he says disbelievingly. “Take it back. Take it back right now.”

“Oh,” the Geisha says, surprised. “We have a volunteer.”

If he keeps holding him like that, he’s going to leave bruises. Itadori brushes him off as firmly as he can. “Please get out of my way,” he demands quietly.

It takes everything in him to not break down under Megumi’s betrayed, hurt face. His resolve to save his friends is strong; the resolve to not outwardly show it is far weaker.

for reference gojo and yuuta are both previous victors. when i tell you i have this entire au still in my head, i DO. there is so much to this and i had so much and i just can never write it because im SLOW and bad at writing anything EVER

[enemyanemonee]

Chris is reaped but Eddie is over the age limit so he can't volunteer for him. Buck is from another district but is moved by Eddie's attempt to save Chris on tv, feels like he has nothing waiting for him - his parents don't care, maddie is gone with doug - so he decides to protect Chris in the games (i have this very specific mental picture of Buck picking up Chris as soon as the canon goes off and running - picture the scene where he runs from the tsunami with Chris). They survive until there's only one other person left, Buck kills that person but not before a knife hits Chris in the chest like Rue. Buck defies the capitol by saying that he will kill himself if they don't save Chris immediately. They both survive. Buck and Eddie meet after and become best friends and fall in love (slow burn). In the quarter quell, both Eddie and Buck go back into the arena. The rest of the team is either a previous winner or part of the resistance.

Buck wins the games alone and only meets Eddie after. Eddie is a previous winner, he volunteered for Chris two years ago and is very famous bc of that. Eddie and the rest of the team are secretly part of the resistance and when Buck starts his new life being paraded around as a victor he's slowly introduced to the resistance while also being used as a pawn in the Capitol's games.

A more traditional version: Eddie is Peeta (Shannon is Katniss?) and Buck is Finnick (in the sense that he's the Capitol's pretty boy that is "rented" to whoever the president wants). Eddie and Shannon win the games together using the berries trick, and then have to prove they're in love but actually their relationship is very complicated and becomes even worse after the games. Buck falls for Eddie pretty quick but Eddie is still in in his mess with Shannon. They all end up in the arena for the quarter quell but Shannon dies (or not?). If Shannon dies, Eddie vows to destroy President Snow for her, becomes the mockingbird in her place.

I like all three of these options and I can't decide which one to go with. All of them would be buddie endgame, of course. It would be interesting, if I wrote them like the 100K word behemoth they are just begging to be, to include Buck/Tommy as Buck's bi awakening and other plotlines from the show. I just don't wanna write something that is literally the plot of the books (Eddie and Buck as Katniss and Peeta)

[hwangyeddeongie]

losers

ryujin: I’m literally about to kill you right now

yeji: (to herself) wow her eyes are so pretty

[mariatesstruther]

me with this tlou x hunger games au because i can indulge in two hyperfixations at the same time

where my tlou hunger games fans at

[slutnali]

hi cielo 💝 give me some headcanons for our babies. Im sending in two asks so they don't get that long for you.

👑 Fancy Dinner HC (for fake dating au)

💥 First Fight/Making Up HC (any au)

🎭 Jealous HC (for fake dating, for all 3, but im kinda curious about if anetra in particular gets jealous 👀)

hiii amor 💖 ty for sending in!!

👑 Fancy Dinner HC (for fake dating au)

Mirage has been to fancy restaurants before, even if its not really her scene. She's gone for her friend's birthday dinners, and maybe even for her own. But Sasha and Neech taking her to one for a date??

First off, this is her first relationship. Being far too used to casual flings or situationships, those didn't necessarily call for dates at fancy places.. so this is kinda huge for Miri. But its with them and she knows there's nothing for her to be nervous about when it comes to them, I think she's more so worried about sticking out like a sore thumb. She worries about what to wear, how to Look, certainly she shouldn't stick to those animal print or colorful mini dresses she loves-- she doesn't want to look like the girl they picked off a dating app, Mirage wants to look like their girlfriend because that's what she is.

💥 First Fight/Making Up HC (any au)

I'm gonna go with the hunger games au because I love that au so much and miss it 💜

Its not really a fight, Sasha and Neech don't fight. It's more of a disagreement and argument. The first time probably during the process of Sasha mentoring Anetra and her little brother, probably a biting comment Neech would've made to someone in the capitol or for pushing off the career tribute and getting a few kicks in him for messing with her brother in the training center. She wasn't supposed to show off any of her abilities until she was in the arena but she wasn't going to let anyone lay a hand on her brother as long as she was there.

the last one is a little longer so i put it under a cut

🎭 Jealous HC (for fake dating, for all 3, but im kinda curious about if anetra in particular gets jealous 👀)

Sasha's a Leo and it shows. She's a possessive kind of jealous, even if she knows and would never doubt Anetra and Mirage's love for her. That being said, whats hers is hers. She's observant and knows the signs of someone flirting with whats hers. When it comes to Anetra she makes her way to him, wraps a hand around his bicep or kisses his jaw... When its Mirage she'll let the girl have her fun, they know how Miri's always been sociable, that on nights out she practically gets drinks for free.

She loves to dance and her stamina lasts much longer than theirs so its more than okay for her to dance with other people. Sometimes Mirage will purposely try to tick Sasha off to get a certain reaction from her, she knows Sasha doesn't like when hands linger a little too long and a bit too inappropriately.

Jealous Mirage is petty.. bratty.. sometimes she can be a bit toxic. Before Sasha and Neech were a couple, she absolutely loved being his girl and that isn't to say she ever really stopped being his girl rgkiubeguib But anyway, its normal to get jealous when your besties hang out with their other friends/dont spend as much time with you.

When she does become their third, like Sasha, I think Mirage could also get territorial with him when it comes to other people flirting with him. Whether its another woman or a man, doesn't matter. I don't think he realizes at first if/when he's being hit on but Miri would spot it and she hangs off his neck, smirking when his arm wraps around her waist. Thats her and Sasha's boy.

When it comes to her being jealous over Sasha.. I think Sasha would raise a brow if Miri were to get petty/bratty about it, she doesn't really seem like the type to put up with shit. If there's something wrong she should use her words but Miri doesn't use her words lmaooo, and then it toes that dangerous line of spiraling further and Mirage then feeling childish..

Jealous Anetra... I think its not as common for him to be unlike his girlfriends. That being said, when it does happen, it stems from the insecurity of not feeling enough which then could toe that dangerous line of his fear of abandonment from the two people he loves the most/the only people he really has..

[uselesslilium]

I just think it's fun to picture crossovers between my own AUs lol

Bonus: The Shus

[sparklebear11]

Imagine if Finnick surfed-

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

“She draped him [Apollo] in a light blue fabric she called a “chiton.” It was light and flowy and hung in a way that (thank the gods) showed off his chest. It stopped just above the knee, and underneath he wore soft, silken pants of the same color, trimmed halfway up the thigh with jewels. He expected them to be heavy, but to his pleasant surprise he could barely feel them. It was finished off with golden sandals.”

“Rachel led him down to the stables and they met Meg and her stylist… His gremlin of an ally complimented him well. She wore a lavender chiton that came down to the floor with an underskirt of jewels. Her glasses had been removed (which she grumbled about very loudly), but the rhinestones on them had been replicated by small diamonds on the corner of her lids. They both wore matching jewelry, but her bob was crowned by a circlet of jewels.”

The sketch of the tribute parade costumes from my Hunger Games AU I promised! I don’t have the iPad to digitize it but I will when I do!

@ukelele-boy @xxqueenofdragonsxx since I know y’all read it

[cullen-cannons]

Twilight Hunger Games AU

Chapter One: The Reaping

Part Five: Isabella

My hand still tingles where Edward held it, almost as if his hand is still there, holding mine, reassuring me of what I'm about to do. (I want to laugh and cry because that's probably the most physical contact we've ever had with each other.)

The room in the justice building looks like a forest diorama, it makes me feel like I'm an exhibit in a museum, trapped. Then the door opens, but I know I'm only about to feel more trapped, by emotions if not faux vines, I can see it in my mother's eyes, and my father's.

Charlie is holding her, but it's awkward, the truth is that they haven't really been together since I was young. Sure we all live together but only because without Charlie's salary from the lumber mill we would starve, and Charlie, like the traditional man he is, refuses to allow that even as my mother has drifted further and further away from us, from him. 

He still loves her, and I know he misses her . . . and now he's going to lose me too.

Guilt fills me and I stiffen my posture, steeling myself against the feeling.

Today my mother seems much more alert than usual, but I know she'll retreat back into herself again as soon as this sinks in, which is why I must act quickly.

"Mom, Dad," I say, keeping the emotion out of my tone. They will not see me suffer.

Charlie knows as well as I do what the outcome of these games will be for me and matches my tone. "Bella."

"Oh, oh, baby, oh. I'm so sorry" Renee begins to sob again and Charlie rubs her shoulders.

"It's not your fault, Mom, trust me. Okay?"

"Okay." I barely hear her.

"Look at me mom, I need you to listen okay?"

"Okay."

Charlie says nothing but I can see he's laser-focused on what I'm about to say. I can't stand the sad look in his eyes so I focus on Renee, speaking to her even though the words are meant for him.

"Dad will take care of you, without me at home there will be more money for both of you. All of my things are in good condition, Mrs. Weber can help you sell them for a good price at the market, you can give her my old toys for her twins. I left all my recipes in the book on the top shelf, they're really easy to make. I've labelled all the vegetables in the garden, and the ones we don't have you can get from Mrs. Newton at the market, she'll give you a good price, and you can get milk and cheese from Mrs. Yorkie, and herbs from Mrs. Crowley." 

I see Charlie's beginning to cry as well, but I continue on because I must, I knew something would happen to me eventually, It's just the kind of luck I have, so I've had everything prepared for my absence for a while now, "The Blacks and Clearwaters will be there to help, Jacob and his friends hunt and fish, they'll share what they catch in return for vegetables, and wood scraps from the mill. And I have a few quilts that I've finished stitching but haven't sold yet. Sue Clearwater will help you sell those via her market stall, then you can give her the rest of my fabric for her dresses. I've written all of this down. You're going to be okay, you're both going to be okay."

By the time I finish, I'm out of breath. I see Charlie closing his eyes, committing my words to memory even though he saw me writing the instructions months ago.

Renee looks completely out of it, "Mom, you have to let Charlie care for you, alright, you have to remember to eat and bathe and clean, Sue will help you but you can't just let yourself waste away, you can't. Think of Charlie." I hesitate, but a look on Charlie's face allows me to continue, bringing to the surface of my mind a memory, not my own, but Charlie's. "Remember how happy you used to be when you painted the kitchen yellow, and made dresses, when you taught me how to sew and knit, when you met Dad? You have to remember that feeling again, you promise."

Renee says nothing.

"You have to promise, at least to try."

She nods.

"I want to hear it, Mom."

She looks down, "I promise." and I can tell that's as good as I'm going to get from her.

The door opens again. An old man enters in a wheelchair, crippled from an accident at the mill years ago. His son follows. The Blacks.

Jacob's face is grim, much too grim for someone only 15 years old, mouth pressed into a line, trying not to cry, he hugs me whispering "They're going to be in good hands." Then it's much softer, so I almost don't quite catch it, "I'm gonna miss you, loca."

He steps aside, allowing his father to roll up to me, all he says is, "Fight hard Bella."

The next person to enter the room is a peacekeeper, he shoves Billy's wheelchair aside, and I hit Jacob on the back with my cane, before his temper gets him in trouble. The peacekeeper leads us out to the main hall, still green but a stark contrast to the brightness inside the visiting rooms. 

Jasper Whitlock leans against the wall, next to the door of the other visiting room. His eyes are closed but he looks like he's in pain, the same kind of constant dull ache that accompanies me every day. I don't know him very well but I try to smile anyway, I don't know if I succeed, not that he can see me anyway.

His eyes open as another peacekeeper enters the hall, and to my shock, he glares. Not the private glares, directed at the windows when with family in the safety of closed doors after the peacekeepers have given out a particularly petty punishment. No, his disdain is obvious, accompanied by a set jaw, he inches closer to the door, blocking it. I want to tell him to stop before he gets hurt but I can only watch. 

The peacekeeper approaches the door. Jasper doesn't move. 

"Move." the peacekeeper instructs.

"Do you need something?" he asks innocently, voice like honey and suddenly looking younger than me even though I know he's nearing twenty, a good three years my senior.

"If you do not move you will be charged with interruption and obstruction of official government justice proceedings." the peacekeeper puts a threatening hand on his arm.

His expression turns cold again, it sends a tremble down my spine (maybe that's just my shaky nerves). I haven't had much need to interact with Jasper Whitlock, but I've seen him around. He was homeschooled, so I used to see him at the library. (I never once saw his parents). I've had a suspicion for a while now. He's one of those people like fire: a source of endless warmth for the one they love, but burning so hotly that only those closest to them, in the centre like the eye of a storm, are safe from the burns.

He's secretive, an introvert, and he came from nowhere any of us knew. I remember the whispers when the two married. He's more than a foot taller than her and it was even more back then. 

People thought that he was going to break her, they were waiting for it. Holding their breath. I'll admit that at first, I did too. But they were wrong. The two of them are so in sync as if their particles have fused and bonded them together. Everyone was wrong. If anyone's will is being bent, it's his. He follows her around like a loyal dog, doing whatever she asks.

"Justice." He spits the word humorlessly, shakes his head, smacks the peacekeeper's hand away, and steps away from the door. I let out a breath, both of relief he wasn't hurt in surprise that it took me so long to see the defiance.

The peacekeeper yanks open the door and starts to pull Edward out, Dr. Cullen pulls his son close, giving the peacekeeper a look of disappointment, as if to say "How dare you treat a child that way." and the peacekeeper relents. His baton is still hanging ominously at his side.

Jasper's expression is neutral again, all signs of rebellion gone as he takes Alice's arm. I wondered why at first, why someone like him would so willingly relinquish independence. But now I know. I see now, in the face of imminent death, that he's scared of losing himself to the anger and Alice may be the only thing holding him back from doing what every district citizen dreams of.

The peacekeeper leans into Dr. Cullen's face. "Time's up. Train's due in five, let's go." His voice is thunderous and much too loud for the proximity, my body is too numb to react but I feel my mother shake behind me.

When I turn again, Edward is watching me, I'm not sure what to do, neither of us feels much like smiling. He looks at me a moment longer, it's strangely comforting, and then we both look away.

[kitsuneyuho]

Hi }:)

Пока я рисовала фон для нового арта, мне сказали, что с бровями они смотрятся смешнее. Я думаю, это действительно может быть смешно :)

[miss-sleepdeprived]

A Hunger Games au where a small population of Americans somehow managed to live underground.

They hold onto the democratic system as some ancestor stole a copy of or the actual constitution of the Untied States.

They have a hoard of American history textbooks though they are not regularly handled by anyone other than teachers.

They are underground somewhere in the wild area, a handful leave with the express purpose of finding food least they run out. Scouts often use this time to keep tabs on Panem but mostly stay out of their affairs.

The Americans know about the games vaguely but do not know specifics. They stay out of it to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

They have an aviary, primarily made up of bald eagles named after the presidents from the history books. And the presidents they elect.

First aid still uses the Red Cross (may be irrelevant though. I can’t remember if they do in the movies and books or not so)

The star spangled banner is more of a folk song at this point in time. They sing it as a way to raise morale and at weddings. It is thought to bring good luck and prosperity.

Anyway, I was just toying with the idea because the 4th has been feeling very patriotic.

[maidragoste]

Hello !! I just read the three chapters of your Jace!Hunger Games, I hope you continue the series because it's really good!! 🌹

Hi!, I am happy that you enjoy the thg au series because it is very dear to me 🤭💖

Now that the semester is over and I'm on vacation, I hope to take advantage of the time to continue writing and update soon!

Thank you for writing to me and I hope you are well 💖

[nacaharachuya]

second chap of the fic is up

[hwangyeddeongie]

I bet on losing dogs

a ryeji hunger games au

Ryujin always wins.

That was her motto, and everybody knew it. She always won a fight, and she would win the 74th Hunger Games too.

She had already lost the moment she set her eyes on Hwang Yeji.

playlist

1. i guess that’s the way things go

2. the night we met

3. secrets i have held in my heart

4. in the back of my mind, you died

5. we get what we deserve

6. two birds on a wire

7. forgive my northern attitude

8. aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

9. the most dangerous thing is to love

10. what about the plans we made?

[mariatesstruther]

the last of us x hunger games au in which a young and rebellious ellie is chosen in place of katniss and mentored by joel, district 12’s one and only victor. he’s not at all interested in helping her, too busy being a dick, left cold jaded from his own daughter’s death in the games a few years prior

[breathofthebloodlily]

HG AU ShiraZumi?

He shudders, opened and sweet, his neck bared to your anger, to your pain, and you can't help but think that if he's so desperate to martyr himself, maybe he should do so in the arena, and bite harder and hate yourself for it.