Izuku faints in class after the events of Kamino Ward. Aizawa, All Might, and his friends, remind him that, no matter what he's going through, he doesn't have to do it alone. (Sickfic, H/C)

After a fight with Alphonse, Edward gets drunk for the first time off a bottle of booze he steals from Mustang's office. Hawkeye comes to help him through it. It's not pretty, but sometimes it's okay to not be okay. (T for language and alcohol)

That one time Matt actually gets hit by a car.

Never in the years that the two of them have been living in 221B have they ever gone out and sought an evergreen for their living room, lights and decorations and all. It had never even come up in conversation. Not once. He wasn't even sure that Mrs. Hudson went through the effort of putting up a tree, but she did hang several festive wreathes from every door, including their own.

The suspect lashes out, his blade sticking fast into Morse's flank. There's a twist, a tear. Blood erupts from the wound, staining his previously white shirt a rather brilliant shade of crimson. [Morse gets stabbed and Thursday is anything but happy.]

Kirk catches a non-deadly virus, but is allergic to the cure (naturally). He has to tough it out in sickbay, but the fever is bad, and the symptoms are worse. His crew tries to make him as comfortable as possible.

Bones jumps in front of a phaser meant for his Captain.

Jim falls and breaks his ankle during a training exercise and Bones must patch him up.

The first thing Merlin wants to say is "I'm not crying" but tears have forced their way down his face in droves. His blue eyes are red-rimmed and watery and every so often he'll whimper, quietly. He swallows around the knot in his throat and nods. He is not a coward.

Jim shows up, beaten and battered to their dorm room, late at night. Despite his best efforts, he wakes Bones, who does his best to patch him up. Light slash, a bit of fluff and angst.

Kirk is injured when a rescue mission for Spock goes wrong.

Kirk knows that he's been broken, but it's okay, really, because they're all broken. Together, they're gonna fight the nightmares and hallucinations and fever dreams and, in the end, they'll be alright. A bit of post-Into Darkness angst.

A collection of hurt/comfort oneshots. Latest: "Everything" Merlin keeps having nightmares about burning at the stake and-what do you know-burns himself one day while tending to a fire. Thankfully, Arthur is there to comfort him and assure him everything will be alright.

When Merlin, the Court Sorcerer of Camelot, is dealt a magical wound, King Arthur must face a treacherous journey in order to heal his dearest friend before it's too late.

Merlin flies through the air, time slowing. When it speeds up, he hits the ground with a sickening crunch.

Merlin tries to end his life for unknown reasons. Arthur swears they should have seen some sort of self-destructive signs, but what if there hadn't been any? Contains attempted suicide, mentions of self harm.

Motorcity doesn't have stars.

As winter descends upon Camelot, Merlin finds he loses a little bit of himself each day.

When Arthur is possessed by a brutal entity, it uses him to get to Merlin and beat him into submission. Merlin only cares about saving the Prince, but can he save him self? Whump.

Sherlock has epilepsy and John doesn't know. A bit of fluffy hurt/comfort with John reflecting on Sherlock and 221b and why do humans care so damn much?

He's running, running, running, until his feet are no longer beneath him and he slams into the ground, hands first, glass crunching underneath.

Moriarty's obsession drives him to kidnap Sherlock.

John Watson can only watch as his world crashes around him.

Lestrade is furious. He cracks and gives Donavan and Anderson a piece of his mind.

Sherlock passes out because he "forgets" to eat.

When Sherlock is shot, he remembers the cold. Sherlock whump because of reasons.

The next morning, London wakes up to a sea of harsh yellow lines. A repeated message all over the sides of buildings proclaiming, "I believe in Sherlock Holmes". Post-Reichenbach, for #believeinsherlock

But He's not here, you tell yourself, firmly. He's not anywhere, anymore. Post Reichenbach John.

God, humans are so warm. They have all this energy and all these moving parts, they're like machines, or engines, always putting off all this heat. Moriarty/Moran

Other times, Jane would look down and blood would be pouring from his chest. Blood would gurgle up from his throat and he'd awaken, gasping for air. spoilers for 4x1

I'm alright with it, though. Without our cigarettes, where would we be? Wasting our lives in some other way. At least, in this instance, we have each other. Creek, Craig's POV.

Takes place during X-Men: First Class. Charles using Cerebro for the first time. On hiatus indefinitely.

Bullet wounds are excruciatingly painful.