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?

It took some time for Eames to realise that his relationship with Judaism was no longer entirely based on his relationship with Arthur.

Nick Fury's secrets have secrets.

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

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

The first time Erik asks Charles to marry him, New York has just legalized gay marriage and Erik has just issued a long list of demands to the newly elected president. The list of demands does not include the legalizing of gay marriage, unfortunately, but Erik's an old man, and he can't be expected to fight every battle.

Charles lectures him for over ten minutes about the "terrorism" then goes, "Did you just ask me to marry you?"

Spock finds himself shifting between the Prime universe and his own -- for a very unexpected reason.

They caught up to him on the outskirts of a small and rainy town in the northwest of what Jane called America.

"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."

"Can he understand us?" Sam wanted to know.

"Yes." Radek Zelenka waved a hand in Rodney's direction. "524,287."

"Ook."

"42,961."

"Ook-ook."

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

Nelan goes to see the Matchmaker.

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.

In determining the meaning of any Act of Congress, or of any ruling, regulation, or interpretation of the various administrative bureaus and agencies of the United States, the word 'marriage' means only a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife, and the word 'spouse' refers only to a person of the opposite sex who is a husband or a wife.

Every single day, the same position,
Fighting for supremacy.

In which the Avengers take advantage of some unexpected downtime around Tony's pool and several of Clint's tattoos are discussed. Including the one just over his heart.

Erik knows that Charles is both the strongest and the weakest of them all. But the 'why' of the paradox somehow gets lost in translation.

Exploration of Charles' telepathy and his relationship with Erik. Much longer, more elaborate version of my short ficlet, 'And All of the Ghouls Come out to Play.'

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'.

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

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.

“Expecto Patronum,” he says, in a clear, deep voice, and a thin silver light streams from his wand, expanding to take the form of -

“Huh,” John says, as Sherlock drives the Dementors back.

You know what they say. A new cat is never the same as an old husband.

Snippet, in which pancakes are made.

So there's this thing going around Tumblr where this dog leaves food for in his bowl for weeks and the human eventually discovers he's carefully saving back food for a stray pregnant cat. Cat is eventually adopted by human and cat and dog live happily in interspecies harmony. It is adorbs.

Candy, who is an amazing human being that I probably should never actually talk to because horrible things would happen to the universe, was like OH MY GOD YOU GUYS THIS SHOULD BE KIRK/SPOCK

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 --

Erik accompanies Charles on a trip to Washington and tries to stay out of trouble this time.

Prompt: Starfleet!AU - Human!Erik thinks Charles is the worst Vulcan ever. In which Erik is distressed by a Vulcan shaking hands with him and then very blatantly inviting him to *cough* observe his nocturnal habits.

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

“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.

On the first day of Christmas, Arthur comes home to find a stuffed partridge on his table and three hundred pears in his fridge.

"Eames," he says, and reaches for the phone before he even has a chance to take his coat off.

Nancy Tremaine thinks she may be losing her grip on reality when she brings a stranger in a fairytale wedding dress with a distressingly low sense of self-preservation home to sleep on her couch. She has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Kirk and Spock temporarily have charge of a kid.

Erik Lehnsherr has been charged with the brutal murder of Sebastian Shaw. His case isn't looking very good until he meets the right lawyer.

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

Maybe in another life, in another time, Arthur would have ended up sharing his life with someone else and be still alive. Maybe all it took was to have a life with Eames.

Rumpelstiltskin really just wants a child.

Usually Arthur isn’t particularly interested in achievements unless there are pets or pvp involved, but there is a little bit of both in Hallow’s End.

write a cheatsheet for all the noobs THE SHATTERING AS TOLD BY A SMART SPIDER HUNTR

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?”

Charles is a bright young thing, and Erik the society columnist who catches his eye.

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

"But you have to do it proper," Raven's blue fingers played with the corner of the book's pages. "Erik, he does, like, he does it like you're my lunch."

"I've only just started, just wait," Charles said cheerily. He turned back to the book and continued to read, "I'll eat half of you now and save half for later-"

"You're not doing the voices," Raven whined. "Erik does," and this time, out of her tiny mouth came a pitch-perfect mimicry of Erik droning in his native accent, just subtle enough for a four-year-old to still understand the words, "I'll eat half of you now."

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

"Mine!” probably wasn’t Arthur’s first word, but it was his most used.

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

"But not – Rose, the ending is all wrong." At her uncomprehending stare, he took the book from her hands and flipped towards the end. Pointing at the offending line with one finger, he twisted the book back towards her. "See? Harry marries Hermione."

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.

Once upon a time, they were going to make Camelot a city that would stand for a thousand years. That was what Uther always said, anyway, although Gaius never felt a thousand years could possibly be enough time. It hardly seemed like enough time for everything they wanted to do themselves. It was easy to think that way, when they were young.

"Don't think I'm stupid--right, I know, you already think I'm stupid--but this is a bad time of year for my mum and I'm kind of--I miss her. I'd like to see her. Even though it's the worst time for it."

Camelot will fall. Merlin knows this with the same certainty that he knows that air is required for breathing and that an unburied body will mean sickness in the town.

A new Prince in Camelot, and he's perfect: a healthy, strong baby who sleeps soundly and smiles at everyone, charming the Court completely. Feeding so well that they're starting to joke that the two wet-nurses aren't going to be enough for him.

These people were perhaps on his side. Theoretically. And they'd killed Crowley. That wasn't theoretical. His hands had begun to shake, he noticed.

"No. I mean, yes. We were assigned to Ducks."

I’ve got to write it in saints’ blood, and you’re the closest thing I’ve got.

"I was pressed for time, and had to come up with something, you know how it is," Vader said, circling round him slowly.

Merlin was going to kill Arthur for putting his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Out of all the reactions Merlin may have expected Arthur to have to the "I've been talking to the dragon under the castle"-thing, insane laugher wasn't one of them.

There had been something about him from the start. And now he’d be working for him. He’d be in Arthur’s chambers, feeding him, dressing him. He would go wherever Arthur went. Excitement mingles with foreboding. Arthur whispers to himself: "Watch out."

It appears to be influenza.

"The Holy Grail?" Merlin said at last, looking amused. "You couldn't think of something a little more plausible? Something you might actually find?"

In which things don't stay buried. AU post-1x10.

In comparison to Merlin, a dragon is a vast and timeless thing.

Arthur always leaves early after tournaments.

Arthur jiggles the baby. It definitely wasn't Arthur's imagination that one minute Merlin was Merlin, riding his horse and noisily munching sweetmeats, and the next minute there was a baby nearly falling off Merlin's horse. A baby with black hair, blue eyes, jug ears, and an incredibly goofy smile. A baby that is currently completely swamped underneath a too-big blue tunic and a brown neck scarf.

"Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting."