"It's simple," Plutarch said lightly, "If we can't fix the Mockingjay, we replace her." [Aberdeen][Haymitch/OC]

Or, a comedy in five acts. Honestly it's more likely they'll murder one another before they even get a chance to get properly divorced. But perhaps they'll just grow old and bicker like every other couple who fell ridiculously in love. [Sevione][Marriage Law!Fic]

[Currently being edited and updated on AO3] Hermione and Severus hate each other. Really, they do. It's just hard to convince people of this while holding hands. [Sevione]

But it was that look on her face. Like he'd just told her that she was the solution to every mathematical equation ever created and that her very existence could stop the world on its axis.[AU][Aberdeen]

Snape left behind some unfinished business.

[Winner of SSHG Fanfic Awards for Best Comedy] Hermione is determined to lose her virginity before Christmas. Amused, Snape decides to help. [Sevione]

Two men. One room. Ninety hours of therapy, over the course of two years. Snape has things he'd rather stay hidden; Mr. Clarke is determined to see this through, now.

Every square inch of his skin is packed with nicotine, meth, failure and tattoos, and being around Mike makes him forget this. For just a moment or two.

Bombs and arrows and President's falling out of balconies, morphling dripping through a tube, a stripe of dark red berry juice stinging on her cheek, and the feel of Haymitch's calloused hands against her skin. She was rushing, living, dying, soaring and finally crashing. [Aberdeen]

In which Severus is a writer, Hermione is his editor, and the two of them fall in love without ever realizing it; it just sort of happens, like rainy days and falling asleep. [AU][Sevione]

Sequel to 'Perfection'. Snape and Hermione have loads of snarky kinky sex, Harry and Draco hump like rabbits, and Ron gets hit on by Luna Lovegood. [Sevione][Drarry]

We are two lonely people, walking a lonely road. And yet: walking together serves only to sharpen the emptiness. Because when we turn back to the light, the shadows remain inside of us. [Sevione]

There was blood on Harry's chin, and Severus wondered if this was what being in love felt like. [Snarry]

"Let Peeta be happy, Haymitch. Let yourself be happy." [Aberdeen][High T rating]

There's a Prim-shaped gap between her ribs and in the cold winter nights, she hopes Haymitch can fill it. But he can't—he can be warm and solid and equally scarred. That's the best she can hope for. [Aberdeen]

Very few times had his life been saved, but it had never come in the form of a Hobbit lass wearing a sooty burgundy jacket. [Bagginshield][Fem!Bilbo]

It was just a crush. Her Tookish side acting up again, as one's arthritis might. And anyway, she was much too old to be having crushes on anyone, not to mention a moody sod of a Dwarrow whose cheek muscles would probably catch fire if he ever tried to smile. [Bagginshield][Fem!Bilbo]

Everything that was supposed to help her is slowly killing her, and the only thing that can make her feel more like breathing and less like suffocating are deathly vices. Haymitch himself is a deathly vice—he's vicious and a drunk but his embrace is warm and his kisses are the poison she needs. [Aberdeen]

It's wintertime when she comes to him. He thinks it's because of the temperature—an empty house gets a lot colder when you're alone. But maybe it's because she senses how far she's fallen, just how much the Girl On Fire has been extinguished. [Aberdeen]