"What do you mean?" Katniss is still not sure whether to be offended or not. Madge looks caught between completely dropping the subject and seizing Katniss by the hands and explaining everything in exquisite detail, telling her of what she's observed – as that is what she does best – through all the years.' Madge/Katniss. Smut; slightly sweet. One-shot.

"We stand at the heart of change." Very AU. OOC.

Modern AU. Donated by the lovely Elsterbird. Wherein Katniss attends art school. NudeModel!Peeta.

What if Hawke, wasn't really Hawke? Instead, a tired Grey Warden and Hero of Fereldan, searching for a new way to live. A female mage broken hearted by King Alistair and unable to stand by as he marries goes in search of her own life. She changes her name, gets new friends, and becomes a new legend.

"Peeta takes a break from making lists of real and not real, and he paints." One-shot. Post-Mockingjay. In which there is a fine line between madness and artist.

"Jump, says the wind, caressing my cheek. Jump, commands the ledge beneath my feet, so thin and fragile that it rattles with each of my breaths. The air is tight, thin, and if I just barely shut my eyes... all I see is Marlene." One-shot. Marlene/Lynn. Post-Divergent. Spoilers for Insurgent.

Avox!Peeta. Alternate Universe. "He understands, for the hundredth time, why people follow her. For the hundredth time, he understands that he would die for her."

Katniss turns her head and regards the classroom. She takes attendance for the teacher and – Oh, no. But she pretends like she doesn't see the glaring empty seat. "Who?" she asks. "Peeta." Katniss knows it's stupid, to pretend that she doesn't know him. "Who?" Madge replies patiently, "Peeta Mellark. He's the baker's son." Her heart sinks. "Oh." Oh, no. *Predates all books.

After witnessing her parent's murder at the age of five, Katniss Everdeen has endured one hospital after another. A psychological mute, prone to delusions, she does not make the best patient, and finds herself dumped where ever there's room: Panem's Mental Institution, where she meets enthralling new peers. Especially the blonde boy in room twelve, with the burn scars. Modern AU.

"There was a man," Peeta says, hurriedly, almost slurred into incoherency. Blood beads down his face. Glimmering white dust litters his hair and shoulders, shards of glass gathered below him and scattered around the hall. At my feet sits a slightly crumpled lampshade. A lamp; he hit Peeta with a lamp. *AU. Post-MJ. Their adventure isn't over yet.

"He liked to take from me, that's what my husband did." Coriolanus/OC. From beginning to end.

Peeta loved her in a way that changes the world. Gale loved her fiercely and protectively, as any best friend should. Prim loved her with the heart of a sister. Her father loved her with pride. And the nation loved her violently. But I always loved her in my own quiet, gentle way that seems a lot more peaceful. One-sided Madge/Katniss. Drabble-ish.

Sequel to CFABD* Captured by the Capitol after the 75th Hunger Games, Katniss wishes more than anything to be dead. She must choose between being the Capitol's Mockingjay or the rebels. While at the same time, being overcome by Snow's threats and an inevitable war, there's nothing but her will to save the last thing she has left: hers and Peeta's unborn child.

Fifty chapters of all Peeta and Katniss. A variation of love, lust, pain, and much more.

"You need faith. Hope. Something to believe in. I see that now." Modern AU. One-shot.

"It was Rue all over again. She'd come too late, she'd left his side for one second, and now there was nothing left."

What if Hawke... wasnt really Hawke? But instead a tired Grey Warden and Hero of Fereldan, searching for a new way to live. A female mage broken hearted by King Alistair and unable to stand by as he marries goes in search of her own life. Changes her name, gets new friends, and becomes a new legend.

What she needs... what she needs, is him. What she needs is comfort; his arms, strong and solid and real, the heat of soft, pale sunlight, that opens the dandelions in the early morning dew, violence held in check, in place by his azure eyes. He, who will bracket her face between his hands as he kisses her as if she is a thing to be savored. Post-MJ.

"Already air is a knife in my throat and I force my body to run faster. Flee better. Behind me the sounds of the dying tributes echo into the sky, nagging at me to turn around, to protect them. They're only children. I've never been able to resist a child in need... their screams.. pleas.. before I know what I'm doing, I'm turned around and running back." OC/Normal Hunger Games.

Keera made a promise to herself. "I will never kill an innocent person. The capital will never control me and force me into it. And I will not touch one weapon in this Hunger Game." But she won't die without a fight, not before proving herself. Redone!*

Fifty sentences of all Peeta and Katniss. A variation of love, lust, pain, and much more.

"She swayed like dusk-lined silk. Her hands and arms twisted above her head, weaving into the night sky a mysterious, enthralling design. Something that even she could not compute, so lost in the complex, throbbing beat of the drums. The music pulsed through her veins, better than any instructor. Each beat of her heart, told her when to turn, when to dip, which hip to tilt." AU.

"She could count the amount of steps it would take to make it from the Seam to the bakery. She'd taken the walk so many times that it seemed as though it's the same route as when one would walk home. A familiar place that isn't ever discouraging to approach. Somewhere that always makes you smile because it is warm and inundated with the smell of freshly baked bread." One-shot.

This was sparked by my profound response to the speech, "The Perils of Indifference," and I wished only to convert it into this platform. I own nothing. "Only Peeta could make this event worth while. Only the stupid, crazy boy with the bread could step up to that microphone and gather people to his attention without effort. Making the words flow so sweetly, sound so right."

"Every night I would recall her face in my memories and touch it with my imaginary hand, caressing the edge of her jaw. At these times I would give into my despair. I just want her to know that I am coming. That for the past four months we haven't forgotten her.." Only one chapter long. Peeta's POV. What happens when Katniss' first interview airs at District 13? This.

The effect it has on him is nothing short of satisfying. But wrong, so, so wrong, and different and not me. It's the hunger. The side of me that I didn't think would be. That wants things like this; nakedness, beds, Peeta. And so it's not really me, who reaches out and grasps his wrist when he makes to stand and leave, it's the want. The fire begging for more fuel. *Rewritten*

This is a story of four travelers within Skyrim coming from all different origins set for different paths. In the middle of a bitter civil war Skyrim is faced with a dragon threat.. and an absent, stubborn Dragonborn. A Redguard, Orsimer, Altmer, and Bosmer find themselves in Helgen by a mistake.. or was it? Through a series of events they find their lives hopelessly entangled.

Peeta finds himself making a deal with a man who promises him the past. A deal where he could go back and change everything. *Post Mockingjay. AU. Everlark.

We wondered when we would escape, or if we would all die in here, eventually, when out hearts refused to go on. The others wondered if the rebellion would work, but most of us wondered: would the rebels know to find us? Or were we doomed to be forgotten, starving... and finally, mercifully left for dead? AU. Haymitch/Undersee Clove/Cato Marvel/Rue and many more.

I didn't know what to feel. A real lady would have been gracious, but disapproving. She might of laughed it away or given her sweetest apologies to the beautiful golden Dornish princess that was his wife. I might have shared Robert and Ned's outrage, or Brandon's curtsies... but all I could see behind those veiled violet eyes was freedom. Lyanna/Rhaegar

Destiny works in funny ways. Somehow, someway, they were going to end up the way they do. No matter what. *Origins story with a lot of twists and completely altered plot to make sure it's not another repeat of the game. Starting from childhood; Amell's, Alistair's, Morrigan's, Zevran's, and many more. Following them throughout adulthood and the inevitable end.

AU. Katniss, I told him to call me once. I wasn't supposed to meet him. He shouldn't have even known I existed. Humans were forbidden. But I wanted freewill so much that I was willing to use him for it. I was willing to pretend anything, just for one sweet, fleeting taste of freedom...

Post-MJ. One-shot. A phone call shared between Peeta and Katniss while he is still in recovery. There are some questions he has that only she can answer, and he'll find that it takes only a few to get the thing he really wants to know. Kind of fluffy, not meant to feel complete.

She was cautious. He was impulsive. Her life started with tragedy. His was simple. She followed the rules and he broke them heedlessly. She was Shadowclan and he was Thunderclan. What did they have in common..? Starclan's expectations. Fireheart/OC!

A two-shot that may become a story. Gale's revelation on his love for Katniss. A deeper look into his thoughts the first day she is gone and how he deals with it. And a rougher, meaner girl from the community home in the Seam who just can't quite stay out of his way.

A poem of a sort. From my character Keera, within her final moments. Haven't read her series? Doesn't matter, it can still be a nice and emotional read. Enjoy!

A following book to my series Weaponless. Years after the end of the rebellion the new generation strains to begin and build in new ways. Damien a boy from from District 4, has fallen for a girl named Hope. No one knows much about the mysterious girl from District 8, and when he suddenly wants to know more, she's not prepared on how to react. *Hiatus!

Sequel to Friendless.* The odds were never much in Keera Grooves' favor. She was hopeless the moment she fell in love with Caleb, a district prisoner and once-rebel. She was hopeless when she was stuck in an arena, weaponless and friendless. With a rebellion suddenly underway, there's nothing she could do, but watch her broken, taped together world fall apart all over again.

Sequel to Weaponless. Keera Grooves has just survived the Hunger Games and comes home to find her family has fallen to pieces. Her best friend is missing, and on top of it all the Victory Tour comes far too soon accompanied by a few unexpected guests. Strange people ask her for help. Illegal things; smuggling, rebellion... and she doesn't know who to trust.

In an alternate universe where they are both eighteen... a fluff scene between my two characters Keera and Caleb from Weaponless and Friendless. Hope you like it, and for a small warning to younger readers, it borders on explicit. R&R!