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, but Harry Potter was the first category I found.

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 (Ch3: A.N).

(A continuation of The Lonely Swing, Lonely No More - AKA The bits in-between) Harry has found a new home in the TARDIS and the Doctor has found a new... friend. They have many more things left to find and learn but will one of them be love? (Eventual Doctor/Harry slash. T for abuse mentions. If you haven't read TLS, LNM, then you will have no idea what's going on. Enjoy!)

Previously, Fallen Angel. "...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.

Kati-Rose is one of the few that decided to celebrate graduation with Doctor Who. It's no biggie. But when a gift from her friends spirits her away to the Doctor's world, will she return unscathed? Or will she fall in time? And, just out of interest, who's singing? (An O.C DW fic, most likely resulting in a relationship. T is for non-graphic torture (it's DW).)

He's human. Right? A fic for Sam Winchester pit and post-pit, inspired by Daughter's 'Human'.

He wants to go back to the start. Back to when Sam and Dean meant two brothers that took care of and kept each other safe above anything and everything else. A fic inspired by 'Medicine', by Daughter.

(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.

The only sign that the skellington had ever been there was a scattering of arrows on the ground and the dwarf laying a few blocks away, moments from dying. NOT Honeyphos. T for death.

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.

(I don't have enough Reichenbach poems, apparently. Oh well.) This is the very last. The very last sound, step, breath. This is the very last. The very last battle, moment, nightmare. These are the very lasts of the flat-holders of 221B Baker Street. Time's run out. (Warning: Character Death and general feel destruction. T for suicides.)

(Another Reichenbach Fall poem! Previously The Very Last, but I've created another poem under that name.) 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.

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.

(This is a sequel, of sorts, to The Way It Was Meant To Be. Basically, the story so far is that the 13th Doctor is female. Yeah...) She/he stood in the nothingness and the everything, the only defense between It and the universe, playing a game that cannot be won, fighting a battle that will never cease. This is the Doctor's battle, one she will not win. But she will never give up.

What if, during the Time of the Doctor, when the last Time-Lord in the universe regenerated, he became a girl? This folows the first adventure that trasnpires from this, and has all the things a fic needs-slight canon, humour, the TARDIS bullying Clara, slight Whump! and fluffiness for afterwards. And references. Sequel one-shot has been posted-see final authors note.

A new camper has just entered Camp Half-Blood. Dionysus is, undoubtedly, the best at claiming demigods.

'"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.

'It wasn't that he didn't want him around, it just hurt to.' A one-shot about Jack's affect on the Doctor- what he makes him feel (minds out of the gutter!) and what he reminds him of.

What if Moriarty's phone hadn't rung? What if Sherlock pulled the trigger, and their world descended into fire and smoke and chlorinated water stained with blood? This is (somewhat) Molly Hooper's story. (If you have the time to do so, please leave a review detailing how much you hate the plot bunny (yes plot bunny, everyone hates you. Go jump off Bart's))

The Doctor dreams. But these dreams are too few and too far between. These are the Doctor's nightmares, but they are unlike most- they're memories.