"Aside from being wholly unhelpful and at times detrimental, lust is the first step to complete and utter destruction. Though, I suppose it is misleading to call it the 'first step', because that implies that the subsequent 'steps' can be avoided." SEQUEL TO "THE PARTICULAR AFFLICTION" Johnlock. Sherlock POV

In which Dean turns 30 and a premature midlife crisis ensues. Dean/Castiel. Romance/fluff/humor

Dean can admit that he isn't the most 'emotionally fluent' person, and he's well aware that things are a little complicated with Cas, but at this point in his life, he's content to cram it all away and ignore it. However, after pissing off the Goddess of Love herself, Dean gets a push in the 'right direction' and life as he knows it changes in the most unexpected, wonderful ways.

"Anything you wanted I would've given you, John. I would have lassoed the moon if you so desired. I'd have stolen the stars. But as of now, I suppose this letter will have to suffice" Sherlock POV.

Space is a lonely place to travel, and the Doctor has never been good at bearing the weight of his soul alone.

Sherlock's life after the fall. Excerpt: "'I'm mad,' he tells John one night, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his head in the other. 'I'm mad and delusional and worst of all, I'm illogical. You're not here, John,' he whispers, but it's a tired argument and the conviction is absent from his tone. 'Or maybe you are. I don't know anymore, and that is what frightens me.'"

"Logic doesn't explain the lick of fire that travels up my spine from your gaze alone, reason doesn't illuminate the insatiable urge to press you to different planes of the wall and kiss the breath from your lungs; cool, detached intelligence does not help me understand why my soul lifts higher at the sight of your warm smile." First POV of Sherlock. Romance.

Sherlock is John Watson's best friend and he'd like the world to know it. Humor/Friendship

"I lost my mother, Ron, I know how this feels. It gets better, never completely, but in pieces and bits until one day it isn't so much a wound as a scar." Her small pink mouth bends into a tired smile. "And as ugly as they can be, scars mean healing." Romione. Angst/Tradegy/Recovering. R&R please and thank you :)

Rolling out of bed, you recall snippets of light brown hair and soft hands and murky green eyes that remind you of the forest at night. The steady throb of someone's pulse against your own. Dashes of skin, a familiar smile, a glint of laughing white teeth, the smell of ink and old books and herbs. A tangle of sheets, a blur of bodies. Everything felt beautiful. [2ndPOV, Sirius POV]

Two years after faking his death, Sherlock returns to London with the hopes of finally confessing his love for John. However, his plan is ruined when he discovers that 221B is empty, John is engaged, and the whole world suddenly seems to revolve around John's fiancé, Mary. For John's sake, Sherlock tries to hide his feelings, but yearning hearts can only stay quiet for so long...

"He'll raise his gray eyes to meet yours and when he says John it won't sound like your name, it'll sound like gunshots and car crashes and endless downpour shattering against a tin roof; it'll sound beseeching and rough, breakable like glass, pure like the fresh turn of a season, desperate and shaky like his thin, pale hands." POST-REICHENBACH REUNION.

'I'm not trying to hurt you, Granger,' he explained patiently, though he couldn't entirely begrudge her look of doubt, considering the rather threatening position he was in. 'And I advise against hurting me either. If you can believe it, I'm actually here to help you." POST-WAR AU. Eventual Dramione.

In which Sherlock can't sleep, so neither can John. Fluff/Romance/Humor

"There were times when John was across the universe at the other end of the sitting room leaning against the bookcase or reading in his chair, and you wondered what would happen if you waded through the distance and curled around him like smoke—just wrapped your arms wherever they fit and tucked your face into the warm skin of his neck and just breathed" POV Sherlock.

It astounded John to no end that someone as unfathomably brilliant as Sherlock Holmes could fail to understand the simple concept of manners. Being the morally better half of the duo, he felt it was his responsibility to rectify that. Or: John teaches Sherlock how to say 'Please' and 'Thank You'.

"Everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. But somehow John proves to be the exception to all of Sherlock's neat, tidy logic, because the one thing he cannot define, the one thing that refuses to be neatly categorized and stowed away for later use, is John." 9/4/14: On hiatus!

Like most life-altering things, it began with a few simple words: "John, I need you to kiss me."

"Draco was aware that his parents wouldn't understand why he was so opposed to the idea of marrying Astoria, who, in their eyes, was beautiful, well-endowed, and would make the perfect addition to the Malfoy family. What they didn't know was that Draco's heart wasn't his to give; somehow, some way, a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor snatched it out of his chest and made it her own"

"But Dean's troubles don't end there; apparently having to deal with a soulless brother isn't enough. Nope. Fate or God or some other celestial dickhead just had to throw an angsty, trench coat-wearing angel into the mix, too." Season 6, Destiel.