“Elinor – do you think it could be real – that he could – that he might be a magician?” “His speech is rather rough, dearest. More likely he is a day-labourer from the North.”

AI/HP crossover. Kris Allen is an American transfer student in Gryffindor who comes into his Veela powers on his 17th birthday. Adam Lambert is a libertine Slytherin who wants to take advantage of Kris’s newfound allure.

“There’s a reason they call this place the Forbidden Forest.”

Someone (carol) mentioned Harry Potter and Kris Allen on Twitter, and I said, oh, I'd love to write a crossover. So she suggested Kris/Giant Squid. This is the resulting story, for round seven

"I met the drummer of My Chemical Romance in a drum circle at Daytona Beach. Spring break, 1996. We had a brief affair.”

. . . composed from a great number of actual surveys; and other materials regulated by many new scientifick observations of their Affections and Masculine Virtues. Drawn up from the Journals which were kept by the several Commanders, And from the Papers of M. Rodney McKay, Esq., FRS; In One Volume, written by A Lady of Quality. September 1811, Halifax, Nova Scotia: His Majesty's Aerial Corps stand ready to welcome new additions to their number; an expedition late of the Antipodes.

VIIVIII Sephiroth is not a mess easily cleaned up. In their Garden, the SeeDs find themselves with two new problems on their hands: a psychotic, silver haired mass murderer, and Cloud Strife, determined to finish what Jenova started.

It's not that Brendon wants to go home. It's not.

Um, Daemons! at the Disco! Or something. In other words, an AU set within the general timeframe of Panic's Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour.

The Atlantis expedition has been lost for three years. SG-1 goes to find them, and arrives just a little too late.

Yeah, Idk. But I have an longstanding need to slash Dick Grayson with other pretty people. And [personal profile] puckling pointed out some similarities between Tim Drake (my favourite Robin) and Arthur, and then this happened.

"She thinks she's seen everything, done everything, with Dean."

Mitsuru/Drace. gangster AU. explicit. ~1700 words. “Winner gets to break, correct?” Mitsuru says, stepping back from the table and taking down a cue from the wall. “After you, then.”

In which Clark is a not-so-mild-mannered reporter, Lex is a biological fugitive, and someone is mold.

River sees it all.

They haven't exactly met in linear order, Neal and the Doctor, but sometimes that makes for the best kind of friendship.

"You could introduce yourself. It's been a week. I've had dates put out faster than this."

The first thing Merlin Emrys thought when he was born, was "Oh, hell no."

It certainly wasn't the first time he'd been woken up at ridiculous o'clock; it wasn't even the first time he'd been woken up at ridiculous o'clock in London, in the comfort of his own flat. But as John Watson's fingers closed reflexively over the handle of the bedside drawer, yanked, and then plunged inside to close around the familiar weight of his side arm, he realised that it was the first time he'd been woken up by Sherlock Holmes silhouetted on the threshold of his room, with a feather in his hair, snapping his fingers peremptorily and announcing: “Gun. Now.”

In which El is a vampire slayer, Peter is a watcher, and Neal is a wayward sorcerer.

"He's a collector," Neal said. // "Just don't get into trouble while we're gone," Nate said.

"For fuck's sake, Gibbs — is this some kind of exchange program that I don't know about?"