Harvey can wax poetic about addiction all he likes, facts Mike knows are half made up and truths that are mostly lies, but he knows Harvey knows—it’s a break in the monotony he’s looking for, a place to put it, an off off off switch he’s never quite managed to find.

Everyone thinks Peter Burke has only caught Neal Caffrey twice. Everyone is wrong.

In which boys are stupid, strawberries are eaten, and the 21st century is exactly what it was cracked up to be.

In a house in Godric's Hollow, three boys toss their magic around and a little girl dies…unless.

Dreaming, driving, dying; this is a story about how things don't change.

Clint's got a secret love, and it's spelled b-a-n-j-o.

Crowley is an angel who does not Fall so much as Stride Furiously Downward. She does not get caught up with the wrong crowd; she simply lives too many millennia under His thumb, and, anyway, the shoes are better in Hell.

Do yourself a favor: listen, when the heavens open. Come now, sweetheart; did you think the patriarchy was something new?

That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

In which Santana Lopez learns the hard way that a life can never be ruined, only lived, and lived, and lived.

They say Man was made in God's image, and that's not wrong, exactly, except for how it's all wrong, except for how it's always been wrong, because Man was made in God's image, that first time, but man, lowercase, widespread, always evolving into something worse, man was made in the image of man, who was made in the image of Man, who spent too much time gorging himself on apples to remember much about whose image it was he was made in.

In which Cobb decides two babysitters are better than one, Saito proves that money can buy happiness, and Eames is excellent with children. Oh, and Arthur's a fucking Disney princess.

On the plus side, marriage is bound to be easier than proposing.

In which Sirius Black knows more than he ever wanted to.

Neal marks time in tallies because the alternatives are terrible.

but the point being—the point being that bucky called the baby shortcakes and so right at the beginning he’s shortcakes, or shortcake, or, as he gets older, shortcut, because he’s forever running through and around the mansion and the yard and stark tower and one time, to steve’s consternation and tony’s near-heart-attack, the grocery store

As it turns out, fighting crime is the easy part.

“I can hear you,” Steve blurts, “in the shower. In the mornings. I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner, I just didn’t want to...and then you...and there were always...um. Sorry.”

In which Captain America can do (almost) anything, and Tonk Stark has daddy issues--who's surprised?

There's no "I" in "Avenger."

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

It has been a long time since anyone asked Ginny Weasley what she wanted.

Ten years clean of Neptune living, Logan's past finds him in an all-night grocery store.

Freshman classes for years to come will know the legend of Erik Lehnsherr, Alpha Beta Gamma's most notorious president. They'll hear the hushed whispers of the boy who skipped pledge week and got inducted anyway; they'll try to figure out how he planned it, when, why. They'll get drunk on the lawn and tell tales of how he'd crashed the initiation ceremony, a cock-sure freshman with a handle of vodka in him, without even breaking a sweat. They'll talk about Erik like he's some kind of god, and Charles will smile indulgently at them and bite his tongue, too amused to tell them the truth.