When John Watson comes home from the war in Afghanistan, he does so with a bullet wound to his left shoulder, a, "mysterious," limp in his right leg that he knows isn't really so strange as his therapist thinks it is, and an infection that changes everything about him, right down to his very humanity. In short, he comes home as a werewolf.

"All the stuff that you wanted to say, but didn't say. Say it now."

Sherlock Holmes could not give a damn that his hand is bleeding on the carpet and that there is a man he doesn't know staring at him in the hallway. The man he doesn't know has sunken eyes and his shoulders sit heavily, dragging him down. He does not know this man but he knows his name and he knew that once, long ago, he did not look like this.

John always knows.

John discovered a new way to distract Sherlock from his boredom, which is exactly what it says on the tin. It didn't always work out perfectly. But sometimes, it did. Slash, sexy times but not explicit.

Magical Realism, Post-Reichenbach - In death, everyone comes back as a breeze. Everyone - except Sherlock.

Things John Watson doesn't expect to do when he transfers to a new school: A. Befriend his possibly mad roommate. B. Investigate a particularly nasty streak of murders with his most likely mad roommate. C. Fall slightly or not so slightly in love with his definitely mad roommate. D. All of the above.

Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange thing that existed between us.

Tony and Steve reflect on the arc reactor and how it, and each other, help them sleep at night. References to: torture and being frozen alive.

Five times where Tony forced Bruce to do something against his will, and the one time he forced back. A Tony/Bruce series of short fics. EPILOGUE IS NOW UP. THANKS EVERYONE!

The uniforms of Captain America and Iron Man look too similar, and Captain America's suit is too selfless. Something must be done. Rated T for language.

One day, Tony breaks the one commandment the entire house had agreed upon: Don't Touch My Coffee Mug. In his defense, Steve's was just too American too resist. Rated T for language.

Snippets of the relationship between Sherlock Holmes & Victor Trevor. My headcasting is Tom Hiddleston as Victor. There's Sherlock speaking French, wall sex, a happy Christmas, hints at drug-use & even brotherly-affection. Read at your own risk.

After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them... Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Casefic. The disappearance of a lonely, middle-aged clerk prompts a fit of wordiness on Watson's part. Not that Holmes objects... Mild slash.

He grinned. "Love you more." "Yeah," I agreed, laughing. "Probably." BartxNat oneshot, Bartimaeus POV.