Stories by Heiress7Muzzy

"The bastard tried to smother me, Sherlock! You also realize this is the third time I've been almost choked to death on your account?"

'It's only when Captain Rogers loses his grip and falls the three thousand feet from the burning helicarrier they're on that the Soldier starts to remember.' And maybe by then it's too late.

'It's been two years and it hasn't stopped hurting. Not once. There are times when John marvels at how he's managed to make it this far without offing himself or everyone else around him because honestly, he doesn't see the point anymore.'

Thor, telling him he was trusted and wanted… Leaning close and claiming his lips in a bruising kiss… Pinning him with his body and superior strength… Branding him, ravishing him, marking him in ways more than one –

Sherlock isn't a genius or sociopath or consulting detective. He never has been. John flips his shit when he finds out.

In which Sherlock is John's imaginary friend. But John doesn't know that.

"That was – um," Sherlock cleared his throat, looking away, "Very – erotic."

'Remember what life was like before John Watson? Less pain, less hurt, less… heartbreak.'

"It's just you. It's always been you, John."

'He stumbled briefly, refusing to dwell on what it meant if John didn't make it, if the two of them were no longer 'the two of them'.'

When Dean-from-the-past asks what's happened to him, Cas tells him 'Life'. What he really wants to say, however, is 'You'.

Chuck has visions of a certain hunter and angel of the Lord in various compromising positions.

In which Castiel's spirit animal is a kitten, Gabriel enjoys terrorizing whales and chocolate is Cas's new favourite thing. Or, the story of how Castiel fell.

'What Sherlock felt was pain. Only pain.'

John's family doesn't take kindly to Sherlock as his boyfriend. Drama ensues.

John's enthusiasm in situations to shag in.

How much can Sherlock take, before he breaks?

A penis in a jam jar. Snakes in the fridge. And other stuff too. Rated T for swearing.

'Which made even less sense, because since when had anything John ever did hurt as much as what he was now doing to Sherlock'

John was not used to getting sick.

John had expected there'd come a day when he would have to fight for Sherlock, just not in this context.

In which an early morning rescue mission goes awry.

The Dark Lord holds regular Truth or Dare Death Eater meetings. Draco Malfoy is given a dare.

"Insanity is a subjective sentiment, is it not?" he murmured, eyes staring vacantly, tongue flicking out to wet thin lips.

Closing his eyes as the welcoming surface rushed up to embrace him, Harry gave in and fell into sweet, dark oblivion.

'Music blared. Lights glared. People stared. Harry cared… NOT.' Rated T cause I'm paranoid.

I, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.

"Please… Harry… just – push – harder!" gasped Draco, eyes falling close as the burning sensation escalated to the degree of scorching.

Things go awry when a certain lab ferret is used to test out Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' latest line of feminine products, including one smitten Harry Potter.

A devious scheme is concocted in which Blaise seeks the conquest of Harry Potter, and Draco seeks revenge.

The war is over, but the Ministry cannot round up all the Death Eaters. It is a surprise when one literally shows up at its doorstep.

Draco is acting weird, and Harry is on the receiving end of it.

The final battle has commenced, and yet the outcome is unexpected. Neither party is declared victorious, and both Harry and Voldemort are not dead. Voldemort has taken Draco, and Harry is hurting.

Draco loves apples. Apples love Draco.

Edward Cullen is a resurrected vampire and spy for Hogwarts.

Harry and Draco get together against all odds, but the coming war is destined to tear them apart.

The war is over. Harry is trying to put it in the past, but stumbles upon a part of it he cannot bury.

Draco and Harry are about to die. Draco gets punished.