Sequel to Chased by Destiny. He wanted her. Though her betrayal had been rather hurtful, he still wanted her. But that didn't mean he wouldn't teach her a little lesson in manners first.

He was selfish, evil, and slightly deranged, but did that give me an excuse not to love him?

A sequel to After The Fall. Loki returns to Asgard, but are the Æsir ready to make peace with him?

After Loki falls into the shattered void of the Bifrost's destruction, he finds more than he expected.

Loki is a gentleman – well, most of the time. Darcy is a hot mess. Somehow, they make it work. A quasi-love story about scones, chemistry and pencil skirts. But mostly scones.

Darcy is given a new assignment with SHIELD, and she seeks the help of an unlikely source to help her solve the case.

lo they do call to me; they bid me take my place among them in the halls of valhalla, where the brave may live forever. sif hunts alongside loki on the first night of yule, and brings him peace. Post-avengers, far into the future.

A 'How To' on downloading audio files from Tumblr onto your PC and then onto your Itunes

Darcy has been feeling increasingly detached from everything and everyone around her. Coming to the realization that her life, such as it is, may have reached its height of excitement, she is left wondering if this is all there is. Strangely enough, her disaffected mood and new propensity for dangerous situations is what draws his attention to her.

Written for a prompt over on the kink meme where Sif has synesthesia and sound translates to touch for her. "Sounds have always been a problem for her, but his voice is something entirely new."

She's on the bus when she sees him for the first time. Sif/Loki, post-Ragnarok.

reincarnation fic!!! SO DELIGHTFUL AND LOVELY AND MESMERIZING

There’s no proving they weren’t made for each other. There’s no conclusive evidence that someone else could understand them, could survive this.

"It starts with dreams, and tips over from there." Post-Ragnarok, they find themselves on Earth with different lives.

Loki thinks Sif is going to kill him. Sif thinks Loki understands what she's doing. Thor doesn't get it.

As Loki knows it, the art of lying is simple enough: never tell a lie too big to maintain, sprinkle in bits of the truth where needed, and don't ever lie to yourself.

A formal dinner goes poorly for Loki, but there's home, still, and there's Sif.

The Bifröst is broken and the roads between the worlds are lost; so, too, is the treacherous king Loki lost. Yet in Sif's dreams a shadow walks, and it wears the face of Loki Odinson. Is she going mad, or does Loki yet live? If he does live, then how is she to find him? Through dreams, through memory, Sif seeks Loki.

A long time ago, when they were locked away, Loki promised they would escape at the end of the world.

Darcy thinks of the sharp curve of Loki's smile, of his long pale fingers and his eyes like chips of ice. Some things are much more amazing and important than photosynthesis and YouTube and the ability to eat a whole box of Pop Tarts.

Summary: Tony Stark had long ago accepted that his life was weird. Charmed and extraordinary – sometimes terrifying – but always weird. Still, this took the cake. It's not every day that he loaned out a guest room to a funny girl who got herself knocked up by the God of Mischief.

Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione.

She calls me Goliath and I wear
the David mask. I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past. Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance. But my old stone face can't seem to break her down. She remembers bridges and burns them to the ground. A story in 2 parts.

This is like premeditated murder. This is like a crime of passion. This is like a suicide pact.

Then, he can see again, she’s stepped away, taking her little hands with her.

Anything, Dean remembers promising. Whatever you want, just don’t hurt them.

And then came the arch, knowing reply: Anything?

That night Dean made his first bargain—the loss leaving him with momentary confusion and a lingering, raw ache—but it wasn’t his last. He’s spent the last six months bartering away his past piece by piece until all that remains is a fragmentary, disjointed mess strung together by a single name and all the memories that go with it.

Sam.

Right around sunset, like now, is when he usually wishes that he were rotting in a hole somewhere instead of trapped in this five star gilded cage, otherwise known as the Royal Suite.

A story in 21 parts, featuring an Ancient Greek curse, an unexpected metamorphosis, adventures in pool sharking, numerous shots of tequila, a nun outfit, zombies, angels, demons, kidnappings, startling discoveries about old acquaintances, massage, a game of strip poker, girl-on-girl action, girl-on-boy action, and boy-on-boy action.

There's only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam's reached his limit...This is NC17, but it should be rated "my brain ceased to function". Kinky, dirty, with the toppiest Sam who ever topped.

The hellhounds were milling around her legs, almost high as her waist: pale white hides and red eyes, long red tongues lolling out between their stained teeth, all of them panting like the exhaust of an eighteen-wheeler and staring right at him.

Sam is trying to become the Antichrist in order to save the world. He has a small army of angels and demons, he has an adoring cult, he has a work of prophecy by Jack Kerouac, and he has Dean. Things are going pretty well until he accidentally signs Dean up as his Beloved Consort, a role that requires sex with the Antichrist on an altar. And that's when things stop going pretty well. Also, the soundtrack to the Apocalypse sucks.

Summary: If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.

Mycroft with AlwaysAGirl!Lestrade. Exquisite.