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As a vampire, John often despairs of Sherlock Holmes. Especially when he makes a new fledgling.

---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier

John Watson has spent the last three years of his life simply going through the motions. A chance encounter with a man claiming to be a stranded spy changes everything.

Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

John has been gone for six weeks. The flat's still in pieces.

In which Mycroft is not an easy man to know and an even harder one to look after. Fortunately, Lestrade is diligent and determined, and knows how to pay attention to people. Where family comes with obligations, but it also cares, even when you don't want them around. Where life mostly goes as expected, but sometimes has unanticipated joys.

A story of clashing worlds, long-buried (or drowned) secrets, and yet more proof that the Animagi Register is as much use as a one-legged man at an arse-kicking contest.

A fill and a sequel for this prompt, that asks for an AU meeting between John (who is the new head of forensics) and Sherlock (...who is Sherlock).

Mycroft was thirteen.

A Holmes family quarrel. It starts with hair-pulling...

Harry keeps her demons at the bottom of a bottle. John carries them like twin scars over his heart, still fighting to make sense of two nights out of thirty-seven years.

Sherlock is peculiar, disgusting, and completely useless at being a decent dragon.

Magical AU. John is from another world, and Sherlock has inadvertently called him into this one.

John feels, sometimes, like there's something he should remember. Something he needs to remember. Something important lingering on the edge of his memories.