#prey masterpost

“I volunteer as tribute!”

Silence fell over District Twelve. They held their breaths, their heartbeats pounding in their ears and lungs burning for air as their eyes turned to the voice. Not him. Not the boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility towards anyone – except occasionally sassing a peace keeper who overstepped their boundaries – before in his life, not the boy who selflessly traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his father, Scott, Isaac and Melissa live another year, not the boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of skin and fragile bone. Stiles Stilinski.

55,780 words - 20/20 chapters - T+ - complete

My Boy - Hunger Games AU (District Twelve P.O.V)

“I volunteer as tribute!”

John felt hollow, as if someone had belted him in the chest with a baseball bat. All air was gone from his lungs, his heart pounding as he turned towards the voice. “No,” he gasped breathlessly. Not him. It couldn’t be him. He was just a boy. A boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility to anyone before in his life– except occasionally sassing a peacekeeper who tested or overstepped their boundaries. A boy who selflessly sacrificed food and resources for others who were no worse off than him. A boy traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his family live another year. A boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Not him, John pleaded, the words failing to reach his mouth. Not my boy. Not Stiles.

59,067 words - 20/20 chapters - T+ - complete

Hunted - Hunger Games Catching Fire AU

“Citizens of Beacon Hills, I have an announcement to make. To mark the momentous occasion of the seventy-fifth anniversary of the passing of the Dark Days, and as a reminder to the rebels and revolutionaries that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, this year’s Hunger Games will be a little different. The tributes of the Quarter Quell will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.”

There was that feeling again, as if Stiles had been slammed in his chest. Tears prickled at his eyes and his lungs burnt for air. His limbs trembled, hands quivering as the world around him fell silent. The man’s face twisted into a cynical smile as he said, “Good luck, and a happy Hunger Games to you all.”

49,857 words - 21/21 chapters - T+ - complete

My Hope - Hunger Games Catching Fire AU (District 12 P.O.V)

Everything was beginning to settle and life was returning to normal in District 12, then everything changed. Stiles and Derek are put back in the Games and John is left fighting for hope.

43,151 words, 21/21 chapters - T+ - complete

Revolution - Hunger Games Mockingjay AU

“Are you here to fight, Stiles?” a teenager asked from across the room. “Are you here to fight with us?” Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. I am… I will.” One by one they raised their hands to their lips, pressing three fingers to their lips before raising their arms into the air. The funeral salute of District Twelve.

This ends now.

“I volunteer as tribute!”

Silence fell over District Twelve. They held their breaths, their heartbeats pounding in their ears and lungs burning for air as their eyes turned to the voice. Not him. Not the boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility towards anyone – except occasionally sassing a peace keeper who overstepped their boundaries – before in his life, not the boy who selflessly traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his father, Scott, Isaac and Melissa live another year, not the boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of skin and fragile bone. Stiles Stilinski.

50189 words - 19/19 chapters - complete

My Boy - Hunger Games AU (District Twelve P.O.V)

“I volunteer as tribute!”

John felt hollow, as if someone had belted him in the chest with a baseball bat. All air was gone from his lungs, his heart pounding as he turned towards the voice. “No,” he gasped breathlessly. Not him. It couldn’t be him. He was just a boy. A boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility to anyone before in his life– except occasionally sassing a peacekeeper who tested or overstepped their boundaries. A boy who selflessly sacrificed food and resources for others who were no worse off than him. A boy traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his family live another year. A boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Not him, John pleaded, the words failing to reach his mouth. Not my boy. Not Stiles.

51093 words - 19/19 chapters - complete

Hunted - Hunger Games Catching Fire AU

“Citizens of Beacon Hills, I have an announcement to make. To mark the momentous occasion of the seventy-fifth anniversary of the passing of the Dark Days, and as a reminder to the rebels and revolutionaries that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, this year’s Hunger Games will be a little different. The tributes of the Quarter Quell will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.”

There was that feeling again, as if Stiles had been slammed in his chest. Tears prickled at his eyes and his lungs burnt for air. His limbs trembled, hands quivering as the world around him fell silent. The man’s face twisted into a cynical smile as he said, “Good luck, and a happy Hunger Games to you all.”

48372 words - 21/21 chapters - complete

My Hope - Hunger Games Catching Fire AU (District 12 P.O.V)

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Revolution - Hunger Games Mockingjay AU

“Are you here to fight, Stiles?” a teenager asked from across the room. “Are you here to fight with us?”

Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. I am… I will.”

One by one they raised their hands to their lips, pressing three fingers to their lips before raising their arms into the air.

The funeral salute of District Twelve. This ends now.

“I volunteer as tribute!”

Silence fell over District Twelve. They held their breaths, their heartbeats pounding in their ears and lungs burning for air as their eyes turned to the voice. Not him. Not the boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility towards anyone – except occasionally sassing a peace keeper who overstepped their boundaries – before in his life, not the boy who selflessly traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his father, Scott, Isaac and Melissa live another year, not the boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of skin and fragile bone. Stiles Stilinski.

50189 words - 19/19 chapters - complete

My Boy - Hunger Games AU (District Twelve P.O.V)

“I volunteer as tribute!”

John felt hollow, as if someone had belted him in the chest with a baseball bat. All air was gone from his lungs, his heart pounding as he turned towards the voice. “No,” he gasped breathlessly. Not him. It couldn’t be him. He was just a boy. A boy who had never picked a fight or shown hostility to anyone before in his life– except occasionally sassing a peacekeeper who tested or overstepped their boundaries. A boy who selflessly sacrificed food and resources for others who were no worse off than him. A boy traded his name in at the Reaping every year for tesserae that would help his family live another year. A boy who was nothing more than 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Not him, John pleaded, the words failing to reach his mouth. Not my boy. Not Stiles. 

51093 words - 19/19 chapters - complete

Hunted - Hunger Games Catching Fire AU

“Citizens of Beacon Hills, I have an announcement to make. To mark the momentous occasion of the seventy-fifth anniversary of the passing of the Dark Days, and as a reminder to the rebels and revolutionaries that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, this year’s Hunger Games will be a little different. The tributes of the Quarter Quell will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.”

There was that feeling again, as if Stiles had been slammed in his chest. Tears prickled at his eyes and his lungs burnt for air. His limbs trembled, hands quivering as the world around him fell silent. The man’s face twisted into a cynical smile as he said, “Good luck, and a happy Hunger Games to you all.”