Merlin joins Arthur for some late-night stargazing.

Castiel is not an angel. He isn't even sure if he's human. He's just very, very small.

Angels led astray never find themselves back on the path to Heaven. When Sam and Dean find themselves in the wake of a century-old banishment, Cas hints that the business of angels isn't always as picturesque as they would hope.

Castiel has seen his family fall. Now he hates the rain. Castiel angst, containing minor s8 finale allusions.

Death is never welcome, especially if you don't have company. Dean and Castiel are suddenly alone in their thoughts, but together are still in more company than Sam was. (Short IOU for TruffleHead. High angst levels, major character death.)

Dean's heaven is everything he expected, but nothing he hoped for. DeanxCastiel angst to fluff stuff.

Natasha isn't one to submit to sickness easily, but a tough bought in the middle of a fight knocks her down...right into the arms of a fellow agent. Action-y fluff...perhaps more like fleece? (almost named Na-cough-a Roma-snot...)

The Doctor and Amy land in a hospital in a parallel universe and immediately befriend a shy pathologist named Molly Hooper.

What's your life worth when your only friend loses his? Major angst. I suggest a box of cookies and a tissue.

Prompt done with TruffleHead and Sherlock Nelms: words "magazine", "jam", and "bet". When Sherlock gets cocky, John takes the opportunity to set him up for a classic bet: switch lives for a day. Sherlock quickly realizes that he's in over his head, starting when he gets confused by shopping protocol. Who will win full fridge privileges?

Moriarty may be dead, but that doesn't mean he's gone. Sherlock finds himself betrayed by his own mind, trapped in a dream where his long-gone nemesis has the controls and his once-reliable sanity is put to the test.

Loki has faced giants, gods, and the Avengers. But how will he and his pride hold up when he meets...a fangirl?

Sherlock lays out his opinion on a popular obsession of men - and manages to make John even more uncomfortable than usual. Short ficlet is short. Not dirty, but a little suggestive.

Sherlock, John, and Lestrade are all sitting in a hot tub. No, there isn't a punch line. ;P Short, cute fic of friendship. Good medicine for post-Reichenbach and/or AotW feels.

John confides his feelings for Sherlock in his blog, but the plot thickens when he realizes that his blog isn't as personal as he thought. JohnLock. Fluffy, but not racey.