When Tony finds a young kid alone on the streets of New York, he can't just do nothing. As it turns out, taking Peter in wasn't the worst thing he could do. Just cute little father-son fanfic of Tony and Peter. Written in 2018

Running. Ugh. How long have I been running? My small hands shove people out of the way the best I can but I'm mostly just twisting and turning through the crowds. Still, I can almost feel his hands still on me. Reaching towards me, grabbing my shirt, pulling me back into his bruising hands. Suddenly, I run straight into someone and fall back on my butt. "Christ, kid." A tall man curses and looks down at me with bright blue eyes that widen when he sees the look of pure fear on my face. "You alright?" He offers me his gloved hand and I search his face. He's familiar. The news. I've seen him on tv with the Avengers. I grab onto his offered hand with both of mine. This might be my only chance to escape. Percy has what some would call a complicated family life. While running from her life, she runs into a certain supersoldier. As much as Bucky would like to think he's a hard man, he can't resist helping this little girl. And maybe getting a little more attached than he should. *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS ONLY THE CHARACTERS I CREATE*

Steve and Bucky go on an undercover reconnaissance mission to get information on a madman trying to use salvaged vibranium and stolen materials to make a weapon of mass destruction.

"The quiet was deafening. Thor suddenly became very aware of how numb he felt, mentally. He hadn't yet given in and allowed himself to grieve. He began to contemplate all that he had lost and decided that he needed to force himself to face all of it..."

Dean was only eighteen years old when his father died, leaving him with just his two-year-old brother and the house which he had grown up in.

Cassie Claire was in for quite the pickle. She and her bevy of BFFs decide to go to the store one morning, but little did she know that she was about to meet one sexy, sexy man. Like in a romance movie, they locked eyes, and the whole world came to a screeching halt. What happened next wasn't as similar to a romance movie. He put a gun to her head And kidnapped her.

His laugh, his smile, his eyes, and his last words. Oh god his last words were the saddest things I've ever heard, but he meant them, I know he did. Three words, eight letters, and it was all the truth, but the truth hurts so much. "I love you." Those words will never have the same meaning. Because they'll be my last memory of him. ----------------------------------- It was just a simple mission, no one was supposed to get hurt. They had done it plenty of times before. So why did it go so wrong? And why did take him? -------------------------------------- The pain, the tears, the silence, it seemed to never stop. Everything reminded them of him, no matter what it was, it was all him. Only one of them had felt the worst of it, because he was his everything, and losing him felt like the world had ended. He was gone, he wasn't returning from that mission. Until he did. ------------------------------- Blank, unknowing, confused, not like they remembered him. Not how he was in their fondest memories. He was there, but wasn't . When he was gone, they only had a memory, but when he returned, it was like he never had. Maybe that's all he'll ever be, a memory.

(Take no credit for the characters or cover art)(contains johnlock and fantasy elements and some Jim Moriarty antics) (new title by @sempai1213) I'm absolutely rubbish at writing descriptions so I'm just gonna put, like, the first two paragraphs- "Now change back." The voice came over the speakers. I was in a room made entirely of metal with a one way window covering one wall. I shifted on my paws and gave a low whine. "It's okay, John, take your time." Her voice was slightly strained. I barked, knowing that she was just trying to be courteous. I focused my attention on my regular form, closing my eyes and sitting on my haunches. I felt an electric current pass through my body and my eyes shot open. "Changed!" I hollered out, as if my voice would make the pain fade quicker. The metal felt cold on my bare body, "Evidently clothes don't come with the changing." I stayed laying down as I heard the cheers from the speakers. I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE THE CRAP I AM GOING WITH THIS STORY SO IT MIGHT INCLUDE SMUT AND IT MIGHT NOT! JUST KNOW DEFINITELY SOME FLUFF AND MORIARTY ANTICS!

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

(Y/N) (L/N) works for Mycroft Holmes and has for years, but when Mycroft's brother, Sherlock, fakes his suicide, Mycroft needs someone to take his place. He decides there is no one better than (Y/N) who has nearly identical abilities to his little brother, but is she up for the task of replacing the famous consulting detective? The answer to that question is for Sherlock to answer when he returns and tries to find out just who this woman is that has been replicating his life. {Mature Content}