Leslie meets the Doctor after being engulfed with a bright, white light. Armed with only their vague memories of episodes and their intellect, they are determined to do all they can to improve the outcomes. And make sure that they don't mess up the timelines too much.…
Ch1: In which Harry meets a lost man on a swing, runs away, falls in love and learns that there is such thing as living happily-ever-after-until-you-die. Ch2: It's a few months after Harry's visit, and the Death-Eaters are determined to get revenge on the Light. The lonely men have found their happily-ever-after, but how long is until-you-die? Doctor/Harry two-shot.…
(A dementored song!fic for Sirius' time in Azkaban.) "Mornin', Sunshine!" The girl with the sapphire eyes in the cell beside Sirius is the brightest thing in the wizard prison, and perhaps the only reason Sirius is still around. He doesn't know much about her, just that her name is Saff (not for sapphire, for saffron) and her favourite wood is mahogany. Sirius/OC. T for Azkaban.…
Lies fall from the lips of saviours. Rays of light destroy on the edge of silence. The last words of a man being shot are earnest. Caring is never an advantage. This is the poem of a man who chooses words as weapons, an angel trying to postpone its destruction and revealing of its secrets, and a saviour left wandering the universe. But a good plan will have a good result.…
A new camper has just entered Camp Half-Blood. Dionysus is, undoubtedly, the best at claiming demigods.…
Final words, whispers from friend to friend, tears betraying myself, and a smashing phone. This is the fall of Sherlock Holmes, for flying is not in our nature.…
'"How far did they send you?" Rory asked hesitantly. "Two million, one thousand, four hundred and forty-four years and nine days into the past." the Doctor recited.' Rory remembers things from the universe-that-never-was. Little things, things that, had he had the choice, he wouldn't have chosen to remember.…
These are fictional words, friend. They are not heroes nor means to an end. They come from worlds in imagination. These are fictional words. These are fictional words, friend. They are not heroes nor means to an end. But you don't have to be a hero to save, nor real to end. These are our fictional worlds. Multi-Fandom.…
"Oh, I may be on the side of angels, but do not think for a second that I am one of them." Sherlock is not known for believing beyond what he can see. But maybe, just maybe, there is something beyond what he recalls of his past. Something connected to a young girl that miraculously survives a severe head injury, and knows Sherlock more than he remembers himself ever Being.…
Acid words come from the tongues of murderers. Gunshots murder on the roof of the saint. The last wishes of a man condemned to death are whispered. Falling is the tool of destruction. This is the poem of a man doomed to fall, an angel without wings that cannot fly, and a friendship on the brink of being shattered. But there is always hope. Johnlock, if you squint.…