Discovered

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Sherlock Holmes was kidnapped and John Watson discovered he was in love with him.

It would make sense that the one instance precipitated the other; after all, there’s nothing like discovering a person is in mortal danger to force an epiphany about one’s feelings for said person. But the truth was, the two events, though ironic in timing, had very little to do with each other.

John Watson realized he was in love with his flat mate in that most unremarkable way in which such revelations creep up on people, while he was doing the shopping and had stopped to get Sherlock’s brand of shampoo. It was less of a shock than it should have been; after all he had been in love for quite some time, (and well aware of a physical attraction for longer still). It had just taken that long for him to notice.  So he said a soft, “oh,” and then, “Well…alright,” and continued the shopping.

Fast-paced and funny.

Fluff: +++

Angst: +++

Smut: +++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/231814

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It Can Be Cruel Sometimes

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I’m still me, he thinks, and feels the impersonal force of space-time mocking his claim. No, it says, there is no you. There’s just a set of experiences associated with a body, and both can be changed so easily. You could even give that duality a name – like Marty (such a nice name) – and a soul that claims uniqueness, but people are such fragile, changeable things so much at the mercy of forces beyond their control. Change an event and you change a memory; change a memory and you change a person, and the person that was no longer is. You’re dead, Marty, he imagines the space-time continuum telling him. You died the moment you first went back in time, and a butterfly flapped its wings that otherwise would not have. You’re nothing more than a ghost with lingering memories of a non-existent world, haunting the teenage boy whose home this really is. You don’t belong here. Your time is up, and that time is something that no machine can do a thing about.

Heartbreaking and existential.

Fluff: +

Angst: ++++

Smut: +

Overall Rating: +++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/606975

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I Can See That You’re Thinking About Having Sex With Me But I Am Not Into You

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Arthur supposed he should say something. But he couldn’t think how to put it (Oh, by the way, Merlin, I know you can use magic – no, don’t start panicking, I only know because I can read minds and you’ve been thinking about it a lot, so I’m not going to turn you in because we’re in the same boat, except we’re really not because I have a much bigger chance of getting away with this than you do), and the longer it went on, the harder it became.

Besides, the whole not telling anyone habit was kind of hard to get out of.

Surprising, funny, and merthur.

Fluff: ++++

Angst: +++

Smut: ++++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://merlinfic.livejournal.com/360814.html?style=mine

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Body Heat

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Sleeping with a snake was… slightly different but not bad. Aziraphale took care not to roll over at night, and since he wasn’t as used to sleeping as Crowley was, he stayed awake after the first awkward near-roll onto the groggy demon.

Getting Crowley back into his human shape required a lot more patience, though. With his low energy levels it was a delicate manoeuvre at best, and after the first mistrial, Crowley had crawled under he bed cover and not come out for the rest of the day.

Snakes could sulk.

Snakes could pout.

And snakes could really get across the lost and alone puppy dog look if they wanted to.

A soothing and sweet hurt/comfort fanfic.

Fluff: +++++

Angst: ++

Smut: ++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/198081

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None May Challenge the Brotherhood

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“I need the Keep bugged.”

“I’m surprised you’re asking me,” Edwin says, though not a flicker of the surprise he claims shows on his face or in his voice. He’s leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed loosely; a deliberately casual posture to match the plain workman’s clothes he’s wearing. If Edwin’s fingers fall a bit too low, too close to the imagined hilts of the swords he’s not wearing, well – he hasn’t worn them publicly for a while and most likely only he and Baros would recognize the stance from days past.

He might have made a spy after all, Mathias thinks, but says instead: “Are you really?”

“I am unless it’s worse than you’re letting on,” Edwin says. “Have you lost half your stable, or only half your mind?”

“Half my trust,” Mathias says. “I can’t let this get out.”

“No? And you don’t trust your own people for the job, and you’re calling in a very interesting old favor. If I didn’t know you better, Matty, I might start to suspect you of treason.”

It’s a dangerous, double-edged joke between the pair of them. “Then it’s a good thing we do know each other,” he returns blandly. “And it’s a good thing I have that favor to hold.”

Fluff: ++

Angst: ++++

Smut: ++++

Overall Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/762998

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A Little Problem at Stark Tower

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“Assuming future human time travel is out…” begins Bruce softly, still rocking tiny Phil.

“Objection,” interrupts Tony. “I’ve never believed in making that assumption.”

“Assuming, for the sake of argument,” continues Bruce, “that future human time travel is out, we’re looking for some kind of quantum-level disturbance that is beyond our current power to create.”

“Just to be more specific than some kind of quantum-something whatever,” says Barton, “are we talking mind-controlling aliens-slash-demigods here?”

Bruce shrugs carefully. “It’s possible.”

“And by mind-controlling aliens-slash-demigods, are we talking about Loki?”

“It’s possible.”

“OK.”

Natasha pats him briefly on the arm. Everyone looks slightly discouraged.

“I’ll be honest,” says Tony, “I don’t really have a plan C.”

“You didn’t really have a plan B,” points out Steve.

“That is also true,” agrees Tony.

His phone rings. It’s Fury. He wants to know if Tony knows where the hell Coulson is. Tony says, “He’s here. He’s saving me from drugs and hookers,” and hangs up.

Tiny Phil is not saving anyone from drugs or hookers. He is asleep.

A hilariously-written de-aging fic.

Fluff: +++++

Angst: +

Smut: +

Overall Rating: +++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/401112

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In and Out of Luck

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Neal is a criminal.

That he can’t deny.

That he doesn’t even try, not when he has plausible deniability on so many other fronts. Even when this kind of statement gives him an air of danger that he never tries to associate with himself, Neal is willing to admit to this, in his roundabout way. It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no, and for Neal, that’s really as close to a full confession as you can get.

“You’re a convicted felon.”

Peter’s retort is made to another version of the same old argument they have had a thousand times over. So Neal laughs, and he smiles, and then he replies, looking like he’s got a heart of gold beyond that wicked silver tongue.

“Took you long enough to figure that out, Peter.”

A seemingly average fanfiction that becomes an incredible character study without warning.

Fluff: ++

Angst: +++

Smut: +

Overall Rating: +++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/835570

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Nature’s Way

Nature's Way

“I know you know what I am.” She moved close to him and he could smell her perfume, yet underneath there was the pervading stench of rot and age. “But knowledge will not save you.”

Sam could see his brother’s eyes widen, fear, but not for himself, fear for Sam.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Anastasia shook her head again; “I did not kill one of those who came before you. I gave them new life, a chance of survival.”

Sam wanted to frown but he couldn’t. She must have seen it in his eyes because she came close again, scraping long nails down his furry arm, the bear suit even more ridicules in their dire situation.

“Have you ever wanted to know what it felt like to be someone else? Something else? Take my PA for instance; she was obsessed with her appearance, with her looks. She spent hours getting ready for work in the morning, primping and preening,” she laughed. “A vain little peacock.” Her eyes wandered to the elegant swan girl. “So I turned her into one.”

An episode-length fanfiction.

Fluff: +++

Angst: ++++

Smut: +

Overall Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1149559

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The Enemy’s Gate is Down

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“I will enter the conflict before the invasion is over—”

America looks up at Russia through his glasses, grins and flashes as many of his teeth as he can. “Who said anything about an invasion?”

It’s working. Russia doesn’t shrink back, exactly, he still keeps his hand on the side of America’s head and his other hand tightens on America’s shoulder, but the weird glint in his eyes dims. “You will not invade?”

“Don’t need to.” America jams his thumbs in his belt loops, arches off the wall and thrusts his hips forward the way he used to back in the 1890s when he swaggered around the West. “I’ve got something that’ll end the war for good.” That’ll end all wars for good, maybe. “And Japan can’t stop it,” he finishes. Can’t stop it, can’t block it, can’t do anything about it at all. If Japan’s going to be stubborn, if Japan’s not going to end this on his own and let them all go home, then America will do it for him, and he’ll do it before Japan guts himself for having lost or something.

Charged with WWII history and tension.

Fluff: +

Angst: ++++

Smut: ++

Overall Rating: +++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13188

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