He could shut out every bit of him that recognized her, but the most primitive part of him still did. That was the problem. She went too deep. It was all too easy to be cruel, and to hate her – but to forget her? To forget she was in the room? That was the part that still felt impossible. AU, DHr. WIP

As he forges inexorably toward the end of time, he may come to wonder if this is a world worth ruling. Science fantasy.

"My name is Will Graham," she hears him say, to her or to himself, she can't even tell anymore. He sounds almost uncertain. "I am eighteen. I am from District 4. I'm a tribute in the 74th Annual Hunger Games. It is 8:47pm. I am still alive. I am not a killer." / hunger games au, abigail-centric, a/w a/h

"I was not the one who confessed to the wrong girl," Crystal snipes, watching Gold flinch. — AU, GoldCrystal

Butch. Boomer. Brick. You never know what will haunt you in the end. DARK. Re-posted and edited.

Deception, darkness, death. Over and over. The way of the snake. Medusa-centric; some Medusa/Stein, some Chrona, others. Dark, introspective.

Hungary's gender crisis, in six parts. Prussia/Hungary/Austria.

L x Misa. A moment in time. A chance meeting. Fate turned upside down.