The first time Arthur shoots Eames in the head at point blank range is when Eames falls in love. That’s the beginning. That’s the end. (Or: Tattoo!Arthur gone sideways.)

In which there either is or isn't a cellist.

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.

When Thor fell, everything trembled.

Arthur only ever works with Dominic Cobb.

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

It's one week before the wedding and Arthur isn't nervous at all. But that's just the beginning.

As Major Lorne tells it, John had stayed behind to buy them time and defuse the bomb—it had been Ancient, and thus of *course* he’d assumed that it would do whatever he told it to.

04-877-57-7G was sixteen when he was finally transferred to his owner.

Whatever life Dom had in America, he’s left it behind as thoroughly as Arthur, and neither of them ever push the other for their life stories. Arthur likes to think that it’s because he and Dom agree about why everything that came before doesn’t really matter. That they both know their lives began when they met Eames and Mal.

He tells himself he’s healing because it sounds healthy and well-adjusted and like him, and James has stopped showing up to contradict him.

Death and life, hope and hopelessness, aren't just for the Pegasus galaxy. Eventually, inevitably, it's going to happen on Earth. John and Rodney, loss and family and what it means to be home.

Erik and Charles have built a happy life together in the three years since Charles left the priesthood. But the shadows of Erik's past threaten to overwhelm them when Charles receives the one gift he's most wanted his whole life ... a chance at becoming a father.

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.

Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Logan doesn't bring flowers to Lilly's grave. Unless they were wire-shaped flowers made of neon-colored condoms, she would have knocked him for being unimaginative if he had, and he somehow doubts that anyone but Lilly would appreciate him leaving condoms at her grave.

Then Lilly wins... and there's something in her face that tells you she's been waiting for this for hours.

She points fingers at both of you, then brings them together. "Make out."

AU. It's about kids, and family, and flocking. It's about love and death, with fishing and chips on the side. It's about Jack O'Neill having to explain all of that. . . .

Mal makes them tell stories. Mal makes them fumble for something to touch. Mal makes them fuck, but maybe that's not the important part.

John can't write up the case until he finds out why. He needs to write their story true. [Post The Reichenbach Fall, major spoilers.]

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 --

In which Harvey is remembering. And it's the worst fucking thing he could possibly do.

King's wives; king's sons.

Canon AU -- Merlin's death is only the beginning; with no-one to protect the kingdom, Camelot falls to an enemy sorcerer and Arthur is forced to serve in the court that he once ruled. When an escape attempt goes horribly wrong, Arthur is rescued by someone he never expected to see again -- and it's their destiny to put things right.

Kirk and Spock temporarily have charge of a kid.

Harry Potter has only ever had two goals in life: to defeat Voldemort and to bring his followers to justice. One, he's done. The other is in progress. It should be simple, except there's one former Death Eater who doesn't meet the right criteria.

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>xavier is seated at table / hands free / telepathic blocker crown surgically implanted
>lensherr enters with bodyguards
>lensherr dismisses bodyguards
>l: tell me what i’m thinking, mr xavier.
>[silence for 1 second]
>l: i can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be for you without your abilities.
>x: not so bad, mr president. you should try it. feel the insubstantial difference between us and humans.

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.

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

"I hate giving a shit, it never ends well."

XMFC/Inception fusion AU. Erik is an extractor, Alex is his point man. They're assembling a team to go after the most dangerous mind in dreamsharing: Sebastian Shaw. But unless Alex and the team can keep him in check, Erik's desire for vengeance might just rip the whole job apart around them -- and then there's the shade that haunts his dreams...

At seventeen, Trevor and Jenny are prototypical high school sweethearts, or they would be, it if wasn’t for Mike. They’ve been dating since the eighth grade, and it’s at the point where they’re firmly “Trevor and Jenny,” and not “Trevor” and “Jenny,” but Mike’s been there for every minute of it. Officially, he’s Trevor’s best friend, and Jenny’s confidante, but in practice, Mike’s so much more than that.

John is Arthur's older brother. They don't see each other very often, but they get along well enough. And they're always going to be brothers.

He opens his eyes, and he is Erik Lehnsherr. He is hardly more than a boy. And he is walking through the mud on his way to the gates of Auschwitz.

He wasn’t supposed to find out like this. He wasn’t supposed to find out at all. But, Merlin thought desperately as his hands strained to hold together the seams of magic, if there was a way for him to find out, there was no better way.

There was once boy Merlin came to the court to ensnare the prince in his grasp, for he was an evil wizard, determined to destroy all of Albion. He bated his time, and made the prince believe he was his friend, someone to be trusted until two Augusts after his arrival, the good King Uther Pendragon recognized that his son’s illness was related to the boy who never left his son’s side for a moment. When the evil wizard Merlin was burned, Prince Arthur emerged from confinement healthy and strong again.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

It hadn't been Nimueh's destiny to die at his hand, on this isle. And if her destiny could be broken… so could anyone's.

In the case of Absalom, this thought process was interrupted by a thought that would have been shouted in capital letters, if capital letters has existed in the script he’d been taught as a child, and it was: OH DEAR LORD MY HAIR.

"There is only one truly effective and permanent love potion, Miss Black. You won't find it in books, because it is difficult, deeply personal, and useless."

From the moment he saw her, Arthur knew there was something special about Molly Prewett.

He has spent ten long years attempting to reconstruct what was nearly destroyed, and now he is lucky if he can last from breakfast to lunch without nodding off. Spock will die before his father and that both comforts and terrifies him in ways he does not care to closely examine.

Arthur doesn’t have an exceptional rebirth, nor does he live an exceptional life, but it is one free from expectations. Arthur does not marry Gwen, no one betrays him and he lives longer than he ever could have as king. There are no great wars, no disasters, no pain; just a vegetable garden, two cows, and William.

Had he been human, he would have been well into what qualified as ‘infirm’ - seventy or eighty years old, where some humans simply can’t look after themselves. Instead, Spock is a vulcan of eighty years, still with dark, impenetrable eyes and a sharp mind and the strength to take down a battalion of klingons.

Pavel Chekov sighed, a soft, joyful smile pulling at his blood-stained lips. His eyes slipped closed and Spock gently stroked his forehead as the young navigator’s lungs ceased to function and his heart slowly stopped.

His work is done. There will come a day, a millennium hence, when the greatest evil will walk the earth. Then shall Pendragon rise, and only then.

Seven times the crew of the Enterprise meet the Endless.

King Arthur meets his new manservant, a 16-year-old boy named Merlin.

The lives they settle for are not sufficient.

"There's never any glory in dying," says the girl, and she sounds surprisingly sober. "People get that wrong. Glory's more my jurisdiction." She shrugs, and snuggles up next to him with her back to the boulder and her arm looped through his. "Well – and my brother's. Mostly his."

A Merlin-Supernatural Fusion. After a bitter parting and four years of silence, Merlin is contacted by Arthur to help find Uther, who has disappeared on the trail of Nimueh. Merlin is drawn back into the hunt, criss-crossing Britain in a vintage Jag with Arthur at his side, tracking ghosts, spirits, fantastic beasts, and Nimueh, the being responsible for the deaths of Ygraine and Hunith, years before. As well as the hunt, they must deal with their own relationship, and Merlin's special gifts that have begun to re-emerge.

When he'd lost Jim, he'd thought that that would be the greatest death he would be forced to face; to endure.

He's been a good Captain. It isn't his own ego talking, although it does tend to echo across the galaxy on a good day. He's seen the peer reviews his crew sent in, seen the overwhelming praise that's been sent to Starfleet on his behalf. And yet here he is on his mostly deserted ship filling out paperwork to send them scattered across the universe because not one of them wishes to remain with him.

After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

The last thing Spock ever remembers is a mission going horribly wrong.

In which the origins of one Bela Talbot are explored.

Mary and Holmes know each other's secret.

Merlin's immortality proves to be both a blessing and a curse as he watches the cycle of reincarnation pass him by. Being repeatedly reunited with Arthur only to lose him again takes its toll. But this—this is not a solution he ever would have wished for.

At that very moment (in the sense that the infinite encompassed all moments), the narrator was making himself a cup of tea. Unlike those he observed, he had no phobias. He wasn't afraid of touching or being touched or Halloween or abandonment. He lived austerely and simply and enjoyed a rich inner life. His only vice was a certain nosiness, and in the greater scheme of things, he thought, that was hardly a vice at all.

When Harry finds out that the manager of James's Quidditch team is none other than Draco Malfoy, old memories begin to surface, threatening to take his attention away from the things that are supposed to matter.

When Death was young, young enough to think that living forever was a blessing, he killed his Maker.

Eric likes to tell himself that the night he died he wasn't scared.

Two little girls, all grown up. A short history of events for B.B. and Nikki.

In the sixties, Aldo Raine retires. And then he drives out to Nantucket.

Luna says it was Cho who started it all, yes, indeed, but this game is all Luna’s idea.

"I swear to you from this moment on, I am your friend."

Hermione knew exactly how long it took for a human body to burn.

He begs for it, at the end of his long life, begs for the mark of the one truth that still eludes him, the one idea that still gives him any hope.

Ten writes the final Dumbledore/Grindelwald battle how it should have happened.

It takes a few years for the magic to settle in. It's a complicated process, this replication of life, and when Harry Potter finally blinks for the first time he has been dead for six years.

Apparently Arthur's reaction to dropping acid is that he remembers.

Everything.