"I heard it's haunted. Like, American Horror Story!haunted." [Twitter, Tumblr, HSK/Spanon]

There's a storm brewing out there in the black.

She hadn't been left alone again, she hadn't.

She was looking for a weapon, the whispers said.

The Avengers are getting a team pet. (f!Tony/Steve)

Years later, men would talk about love and honor, would whisper about Lyanna's beauty in a tone that bordered on awe, but right then, as Ned's shaking fingers closed around his wrist, the long shadows in the hallway twisting over his solemn face, the only thing Robert knew -- the only thing he understood -- was the sudden ache in his chest, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, the furious and consuming need to see Rhaegar Targaryen's blood on his hands.

A man and a woman cross paths in the night.

A lesser woman might weep for what had been lost, Catelyn thought. But she was a Tully, through and through, and she knew her duty.

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What if Gendry was heir to the Iron Throne and Arya had to go through life as a highborn lady instead of a badass?

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There exist a mind-boggling number of universes. At least, we assume there are. Up is up, no one understands how everything began — some think they do but they don't, not really — and the Star Wars prequels were a textbook example of man's inhumanity to man.

But for everything that happens in this universe, it goes just slightly off-course in another one.

collection of AUs: genderswap, unaired pilot characters, random trope madness. third in a series.

Sometimes, it seemed to Molly that she had spent her entire life not quite having what other people had.

Molly Hooper became my hero roughly a year and a half ago, not long into the first transmission of A Study In Pink. A little sooner, perhaps, than she became a hero for everyone else, but the potential has always been there. This, I thought, is the woman. This is the woman who talks like me.

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[post-Reichenbach] Sherlock Holmes has been here for eight days, mostly sleeping, as noted.

[post-Reichenbach] With his new understanding, Sherlock knows it is a terrible thing to be so deeply aware of a truth and, realizes then, just how she had discerned his disquiet.

[post-Great Game; AU] 'What do people do to stop thinking?'

“But I’ve started saving eyeballs especially for him. So I know he’ll be back.”

[post-Reichenbach] She has to remember to leave that Molly behind. Mousy Molly, squeaking and dreaming, with stars in her eyes and awkwardness rippling in her wake.

Two months. Two whole months of sleeping until noon. Of not having to go into work for any reason. Not being required to cater to any whims but her own or trying to get through a single day without embarrassing herself or killing Tracy. Just two months of sweatpants and sleeping until four in the afternoon and Golden Girls marathons and maybe, just maybe, finally figuring out which storage cage in the basement was supposed to be hers.

Oh, yes. This was going to be a hiatus to remember.

For the first time since she'd left MI5, Sarah Sawyer was glad she'd been allowed to keep her kit bag.

[post-Reichenbach] It seemed unlike Sherlock to arrange the endgame with Moriarty if he didn’t have an escape planned. But mistakes were possible, even for a Holmes. He should know.

There are several reasons Sherlock finally agrees to have dinner with the Woman. His third reason is frustratingly indefinable, but it springs from a desire to follow fascination through to its close.

"If this is some sort of doomsday device, I'd rather you not assemble it in my lab," she commented.

Molly Hooper was singing. Molly Hooper was singing on a lift. Molly Hooper was singing on a lift that seemed to be stuck between the second and first floor. And Sherlock Holmes was stuck there too.

[post-Reichenbach] The last time Molly Hooper had a secret to keep, for somebody other than herself, she was fifteen years old.

"So now you're behaving like a six year old 'cause he didn't take you along on his honeymoon?" Lestrade said. "Grow the hell up."

"Hello, Leonard. This is Sheldon Cooper. Do you remember when I told you I wouldn't love a child who couldn't solve for the area under a curve?"

Sansa remembers Lion's Tooth flying into the Trident, but that first night, with Arya fled into the black of the woods, she'd dreamed that it was Arya's wooden broom handle. [mid-GoT]

"Treat her well and you'll never know a truer friend," her father had said. [mid-GoT]

With Clatterford-St Mary about to be featured on a prestigious radio program, there's only one thing for it: a Women's Guild-sponsored Welcoming (and Unofficial Key-to-the-Village) Ceremony, of course. But don't worry; Eileen has everything under control.

New Year’s Eve is and has always been Penny’s least favorite holiday. Ever since she was a kid, dragged to her parent’s friends’ houses and shunted down to the basement until the wee hours of the morning. Not this year. There's got to be a Law & Order marathon on somewhere.

Sheldon and Penny both have some deep seated phobias. Confronting them together affects them in ways they might not expect. (part 2: http://elffriend26.livejournal.com/1994.html )

For war was not a time span. It was a lifetime.

Then, pulling on nightwear as if pulling on armor, she remembered fiercely that she was Lady Mary Crawley Carlisle, the daughter of an Earl and the wife of one of the most influential men in London. And she would be happy, lest she break the promise she had made herself over Lavinia's grave.

Penny's still not entirely sure what this is, or why they've let her in

"We withdraw," Silver-leaf hums. Petals drift from her arms as she bends to cradle a newly risen seedling, pale in the new morning light.

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When Sif was but a girl, she met two princes, one like the sun, the other like the moon.

Loki would never call Sif easily offended, but he had spent no small portion of his life practicing the fine art of stoking her ire. The only problem he saw was the fact that, this once, he hadn’t actually done anything.

Thor reached out a hand – the oddly-garbed males in the room all stiffened, but his motion was almost tentative – and lifted the small placard pinned to her top with one finger. “Jane. Foster. R.N. What is this, R.N.?”

The sound of Loki's voice is bitter, harsh to his own ears, and he cuts himself off barely in time; Thor looks stricken. Erik's eyebrows climb; Darcy mouths the word "whoa."

Darcy gets Steve up-to-date on the future, including the concept of friends with benefits.

[post-ADWD] She is a child of the earth and the fields - a beet-child, her mother jokes, popping up in the most unexpected of places.

[post-AFFC] Smoke swirled upward into the winter sky, thick enough to blot out the full moon.

There are no small parts, only small actors.

[post-ADWD] Back at Winterfell, Sandor receives one of Nymeria's pups.

[post-ADWD] Silence had suited Sandor, for a time.

[post-ADWD] Sansa, and the ugly road to becoming a queen.

[post-ADWD] For the first time ever, he might be able to be just Theon, and for the first time ever, that might be enough.

In which Darcy Lewis punches Captain America's v-card. Yeah, she can't believe it either.

[post-AFFC] Alayne. She was Alayne. But even looking away from Sandor, she still saw him, and she knew Alayne was lost.

Set during and post-Deathly Hallows. Love, life, death, and Weasleys.

Penny is drunk when she leans into Sheldon's side on the couch, her body warm against his, and tilts her head up until her mouth is inches from his ear. Sheldon just sits there stiffly, waiting, and she whispers, "Sheldon. Don't tell Leonard, but I like girls."

Branson was looking at her once again with that cocksure frankness of his that so unnerved her. What business did he have, being so sure of himself? It was maddening.

"Sweetheart, I don't mean to diminish the monumental nature of your victory in any way, and I definitely don't want to make this amazing moment about myself and my feelings, but--"

"--oh crap, you're going to be First Lady," she finishes

She was delivering a remedy to a friend. That was what she planned to say if she were caught. After all, it was the truth.

Penny Wade's life is pretty much in free-fall. She got fired from what was supposed to be her big break -- after two whole days. Caught her husband in bed with her agent. Had to slink back to waitressing full-time so she doesn't lose her house. Now she's basically been kidnapped by a crazy man with a box, and it's not even the cool TV-show kind of crazy man with a box. If she makes it through the week without killing someone, it will be a miracle.

He sees a bit of himself in the forgotten Crawley daughter.

There was always a moment just before the first casualty arrived - when the distant crackle of guns sounded too close, but still far away – that felt like peace.

Delicious just can't understand why it's the shy, quiet ones who get all the girls.

Strange things happened around Sarah Williams.

She wasn't Fleet. Hadn't ever intended to be Fleet or to end up in space. But Roger had gone exploring off world and then had been lost while on his exploration. And he had proposed to her right before he'd left. She'd waited a year, then started her search by getting a nursing degree and finagling her way into Starfleet.<br />
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She had a duty to go find him. Right?

Jason was slipping into Commander Taggart mode again, determined to rally the troops. "My point is, we've got plenty to celebrate." Guy Fleegman, in the corner with his hands full of plastic freebies, gave a little cheer.

There are ghosts on the TARDIS. Rory knows there are.

Winter was still a few months off, but already the wind whipping in off the bay had enough bite to set their teeth to rattling.

When I rode in the back seat of our Plymouth Grand Voyager as it crept across icy, rutted surface roads en route to the emergency room, where my hand was deemed unbroken, my family was the Wilders crossing the frozen expanse of Lake Pepin on the way out to Indian Territory.

Today I’m feeling 101-y, I guess, so let’s talk about privilege.

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As it turned out, making it in Hollywood kind of sucked.

“Well, I had been forced back to England. I was visiting my Elderwomb. . .”

“Grandmother,” Liz translated swiftly.

“She sent me out to fetch some kippers for an early tea. And there was this odd electrical storm. . .”

Gaila wakes up itchy at 0530 and moans when she looks in the mirror. Her belly is splotched with yellow and red. At her waist the skin is brittle, dried-out brown, and crumbles when she bends. She thinks for several panicky moments that she is ill, but as she prods at her limbs and breasts, tugs the roots of her hair, tests the edges of her eyesight, she realizes she is molting. Gaila moans again. How has this surprised her? Is she now so ignorant of her own body?<br />
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It is the ship's fault: it is so full of smells, all mechanical or meat except for the boiled babies in the canteen.

Proverbs 16:18 - "Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall." Mattie has one version of events. LaBoeuf has quite another.

So Liz remembers time in sandwiches, whatever. That's not weirder than anything else she does.