Harvey started out in the mail room, but Jessica's always been good at spotting potential.

“The world is not your playground, Stark!” Fury yells at him one time, after he maybe brings down a building or two and Tony just laughs because, seriously, yes it is.

It starts, as it so often does, as a harmless prank, but it rapidly takes on a life of its own.

Sirius writes a book review, after a fashion.

Teddy Lupin's DADA essay on the subject of werewolves and how you identify and kill them.

Could you take my picture? ('Cause I won't remember)

In the months after the inception job, Ariadne slips from one life to another.

It's normal for a young woman almost out of college to seem a little different when she visits her family, right?

Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and a lot of memories in the aftermath. Post-movie.

He grew up reading about heroes, and when he was old enough to enlist he showed up to the recruiting office and signed on the dotted line, at least half because he needed to convince himself that there were still people in the world who fit into that category.

He never considered becoming one of them.

She remembers the secrets that have kept her alive all these years.

Nick Fury's secrets have secrets.

His real talent is knowing how to make everyone else keep them.

"Are we still at the airport?"

“Did you serve in Afghanistan or Iraq?” the man clarifies, steepling his fingers under his chin so that he looks like he’s praying for patience, and John reminds himself that he only has to attend six obligatory sessions with a psychiatrist.

Making friends from enemies, and bridges for the in-betweens.

Epistolary fic. Eames wants a job. Arthur mostly wants Eames to shut up.

And it's there, thinking about plants and oxygen and growth and death, that Zoe finally realizes the thing that grief had kept her from noticing. The huge thing. The hugest thing that ever she and Wash had disagreed on, suddenly shouting for attention.

Darcy Lewis got hired to work as an office monkey for S.H.I.E.L.D. at least partially because of her SCUBA certification. She never quite expected to use it.

John Sheppard hates to fly. He’s hated it since he was 15, his father crash-landing just north of Edwards Air Force Base and his mother fainting on the kitchen floor. It’s terribly inefficient as a means of propulsion (the fuel to payload ratios are completely insane) and the process is distasteful (taking off your shoes in public should never be required), not to mention the service near negligent (only offering nut-based products to a captive audience).

Darcy has a mom who used to be a showgirl in Vegas and a dad who is a financial advisor in Santa Fe. She also has a Tony.

Trevor sends Harvey an unsolicited email from Montana every few weeks, and Harvey can't figure out why.

"Angel, we called this intervention because -"

"Wait. Intervention?" This was definitely the first time anyone had used that word.

Cordelia plowed on, ignoring him. "Because you've seemed a little, well, down lately."

"Buffy died. The world almost ended. The wheels came off my rolly chair. It's been a tough week."

Jack feels that the words "The good thing is ..." are always a little ominous.

This is a fucking commie story. You think it’s all about the importance of trying new shit, but that’s not what it’s about at all. It’s about harassing innocent children into becoming fucking commies. Don’t read your kids this shit. It will turn them into America hating commies.

John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it.

Crowley thinks that maybe, perhaps, Jim Kirk might be worth the wait. Not that he'd bet anything substantial on it.

A child psychologist is asked to sit in on the questioning of her client, a nine-year old boy, traumatised by finding his father stabbed to death. The child's mother is being held for the murder and the case against her looks water-tight, unless her son can be persuaded to tell what he knows. But the only way to communicate with the traumatised child is through his great obsession, chess, and only one detective speaks chess fluently enough to understand what he has to say.

Zuko falls at the North Pole, and when he comes around he's not sure if he's more angry at the Avatar, his uncle, or himself. A story of emotional growth and tea with too much salt in it. AU from "The Siege of the North Part 2."

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a text in possession of more than a passing reference to a certain literary work that shall not be named, must begin with the phrase 'It is a truth universally acknowledged'.

How exactly does a biological male have an identical twin sister, anyway? Hank has discovered that Charles is a transman, and used to use his telepathy to pass. Scott and Hank are furious that Charles never told them. Emma is underwhelmed. And Charles finds that he resents the notion that he did something wrong by using his telepathy to make people perceive him the way he feels he really is.

So then, because he’s Hardison, he created a fandom.

The funeral is unbearable.

Most of the funerals John’s attended have been military; they’ve had a smooth, ceremonial competence to them that he misses desperately.

Many of these pieces lack provenience, as they were recovered after the Great Fire destroyed the Kuei Royal Collection at Ba Sing Se University.

The Avatar Collection is not available to the public. Scholarly inquiries should be directed to the Chief Archivist.

Single-breasted, high-gorge notched lapel, three-button, double-vented, with jetted pockets. And that's just the jacket.

Erik is not the first mutant in his family.

Rambaldi's promises of immortality mean nothing to vampires ... but Josef's always had a penchant for collecting shiny things.

Mycroft’s in Sherlock’s chair -- Sherlock’s going to be so annoyed. He doesn’t even like John to sit in his chair, and if he sees his brother there, all hell will break loose. He’ll be in a strop for days and John will --

Sherlock is bored (BORED) and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

”These are the most dysfunctional people on the planet... They could not be more ill-fitted. What better definition of family?” - Joss Whedon

"It's come to my attention," says Pierce, "that Jeff is dead."

(But Sherlock Abed is born).

"I'll have my wallet back. Nice form, but points off for hitting the one and only mark in this crowd that can recognize the art." Eames holds out his hand and Rusty smiles wide wide like the sky opening up after a storm. Eames narrows his eyes. He knows a pro when he is nearly sexually assaulted by one on a street corner.


"Rusty." He wipes salt and oil off his fingers onto a linen handkerchief and sticks his hand out.

“We shared a flight, months ago.” He sips his drink as hers arrives. He allows her the prop to hide behind. “Sydney to L.A.” His smile is much more fluid than hers.

Her eyelids flutter and she pretends to think about it. “I was in Australia earlier this year.” She shrugs. “You could be right. Weird coincidence.” She sips her drink. “Too bad I didn’t notice you then.”

She almost hits the right note. Almost.

Boundaries are for other teams.

A fanfic writer and Feminist Ryan Gosling discuss celebrity culture, gender and theory, and the political perils of Fassavoy fic.

When the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit visits, Pearson Hardman falls into a frenzy. Donna and Garcia are goddesses, Reid and Mike form an awkward friendship, and Hotch's profile of Harvey confirms his already evident awesomeness. Oh, there's also a serial killer on the loose, but we'll get to that eventually.

In which Charles is the mutant terrorist and Erik is the professor, and nothing is the same but everything is.

Charles doesn't really care what his daemon chooses to be. Raven just wants it to happen. Erik has forgotten what it's like to have a soul. Alex is running for his life. And Sebastian Shaw knows, the moment his Pele settles, they're destined for great things.

Or, five different characters and how their daemon settled.

Crowley is, apparently, being recalled for good. Aziraphale doesn't like what that does for the Arrangement.

Rumpelstiltskin really just wants a child.

Plenty of people get themselves blackout drunk and wake up with an unexpected husband. It's embarrassing but it happens. Natasha is trying to figure out how she could have woken up with an unexpected brother.

Whereupon great was the wrath of Pharaoh’s magician, and he looked upon the man of Israel with a wicked yellow eye, and spake harshly unto him, saying, What art thou doing in this place? Verily, I thought we had agreed this was my turf.

And the man of Israel did shrug, and looked dismissive and likewise apologetic, and he answered Pharaoh’s magician, saying unto him, New orders from on high, you know how it is.

7 And their leader, who was fair and just and a little pudgy about the hips, for he had a penchant for baked goods, stepped forth and lo, he shone with the wisdom of the LORD.

13 And, behold, an angel of the LORD stood atop the ladder, and lo, he was indignant with righteous fury; and behold, an angel of the LORD stood at the bottom of the ladder, and lo, he looked a right mess.

And said the dark scribe unto the king, What would his majesty desire to be read? And the king waved a hand and said unto him, Read any page which you doth happen upon. Therefore the scribes opened the book of records of the chronicles on a certain page, and read aloud.

And after a few moments the dark scribe bent his head and made good to whisper unto the light scribe, How is it that you always get to read, angel? And the light scribe didst reply in a low voice, saying, Because you hiss your sibilants, yea.

An actual angel was definitely over the top, he decided. Not to mention decidedly Papist. Angels didn't usually appear to members of reforming Churches, did they?

Aziraphale tries his hand at a little light tempting.

"Armageddon": An experience most seasoned hitchhikers say it's better not to be around for.

“Why are you even here?” Crowley said in irritation.

Aziraphale looked vaguely surprised.

“I thought you said you wanted to go for a drink?”

Crowley thought about that for a while.

“That was seventy years ago,” he said finally. Stupid angelic sense of time. The bastard had probably looked in his diary, thought ‘oh, I can fit in a quick pint in a few decades.’

“I had to think about it,” Aziraphale said. “Would you like dessert?”

This is a trick.

Winona is called to fix the cock-up of the Yorktown's engines. She uses one of the science-bitches to help her do it.

Harvey Specter, second year law student at Harvard, was walking home one night when he found a teenaged runaway named Mike freezing to death on his doorstep.

Agent Coulson captures Loki, in the form of a cat. And then he decides to keep him.

A cave-in fic, of sorts. Ford is curious, McKay is baffled, Sheppard is on the spot.

Mycroft has tea with his mother twice a month. John and Sherlock become flatmates.

Logic would dictate that Michael Blaine is dreaming, because he’s in a room with a man with eyes like a jack o’lantern and that’s not a real thing.

What if John solved Study in Pink? Answer: Badassery.

Jim Kirk got to grow up hearing about how his dad was the very ideal of a crusader for justice, a man who'd made the ultimate sacrifice for the lives and sovereignty of other beings.

So of course, Jim said fuck the hippies and went to law school.

“Uh…” Steve isn’t really sure how to phrase his issue in the form of a message. He clears his throat, and regroups after only a beat of hesitation. “I just got a phone call from Loki.”

To start with yes, he had filled several little leather-bound diaries with childish scrawls of red ink that read things like, “Die Thor” and “You never really accepted me!” And then he'd attended a few sessions of primal scream therapy and taken a modern dance course at the local community college. Between finding a constructive way to express his anger and making some lovely friends that he still had tea with every Wednesday afternoon while they chatted manicures, fashion, and lap dogs, he felt much more comfortable in his own skin these days. All it had really taken was escaping the poisonously macho atmosphere of Asgard, which according to Kevin was something like living in Omaha and not being interested in Football.

Phil would just like to state for the record that this was all Tony Stark's fault. (Seven increasingly chaotic days in the life of Phil Coulson.)

For Zach's 34th birthday, J.J. Abrams give him the reigns of the Star Trek reboot franchise and tells Zach to give him a script, a cast, and a shooting schedule by the end of the summer. Not to be left out, Chris helps out by turning the original screenwriters' swamp of notes into a shooting script and John takes over casting duties. Despite three months of whining, cereal, sighing, whining, and cross-country banter, they might just manage to get this movie together and make something new of their careers.

Charles Xavier thought that waking up powerless and imprisoned by a mutant research facility was the worst thing that could happen to him. Then Azazel turned up. A tale of fast friendship and why choosing the lesser of two evils can have unexpected results.

People are dying, and Charles has to do something. Erik makes a rather serious error of judgment.

It might be reluctantly, it might be angrily, it might even be to his death and despair, but Eliot would ultimately always go where he pointed, and Nate never understood it, not until now.

"Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?"

Arthur was surrounded, fighting off three attackers at a time, but he couldn't battle them all. Merlin ran towards him, but he wasn't fast enough, and an axe glinted in the sunlight before bearing down on Arthur, death certain in a matter of moments--

After the events of 'Midnight,' The Doctor meets with one of the tourists who is not quite what he appears to be.

"All three of them? Really?"

In his dreams the monsters come. They are dark, shapeless and terrifying. He knows he should run. The very core of his being tells him it’s the only thing to do but he stands still. He has to stay and fight because he’s the prince and it’s his duty. He knows he’ll die trying.

It will be a very, very long time before nobody tells you how the heir of Camelot is supposed to behave; slightly less before people stop telling you not to fidget.