A Drarry story. After the War, Hermione is having problems in her relationship with Ron. Harry has embraced a new lifestyle in muggle London which she doesn't one-hundred percent approve of despite understanding her bestfriend's reasons for avoiding the obligations and expectations of the Wizarding World. When Headmistress McGonagall offers them an opportunity to return to Hogwarts to complete their eighth year, Hermione begs Harry to join her. Perhaps it is back there that they can both find what they are looking for.

But Sirius still had a problem. He always wanted to touch Remus. Just any sort of physical contact. When Remus was laying in bed, Sirius wanted to crawl in too; every time Sirius sat next to Remus, he had to constantly remind himself not to run his hand over Remus' thigh; Sirius wished he could slip his cold hands under Remus' thick sweater and finger every scar that littered Remus' pale skin; Sirius wanted to caress every part of Remus' face as if he could memorize it by touch; and Sirius really wanted to know what the soft skin on Remus' neck felt like under his lips, Sirius wondered if Remus was as susceptible to love bites as he was. But even though Sirius wanted all of these things, he didn't try to take them. complete :) Please note that I do not own ANY of the characters in this story. Thanks for reading :)

Toujours Pur. Always Pure. A phrase Sirius Black was taught to value. After hearing those words muttered constantly in his youth, he never once doubted his parents, hanging onto every last detail that left their mouths. Believing they were always right. But starting Hogwarts changed him. Being sorted into Gryffindor changed him. Toujours Pur. Always Pure. Maybe Sirius does agree with the Black family Motto. Just not when it's referring to blood. 03/01/2020 - #1 in Wolfstar This is being re-written on ao3 x

“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”

John Watson thirty-two years old wasted his entire life with failing dates with women. Until someone simply told him that he was gay. Published DEC 2016 A Johnlock fanfiction ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ~ Started writing 6 december 2016 and finished the story 17 April 2017

Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that looked to be sculpted by the type of angel who did not believe in a God from any book or other world. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man to take a calculated risk and, if failed, did not believe in reality at the stumbling moment of the situation, because Sherlock Holmes never miscalculated and Sherlock Holmes never failed. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that, if you touched his face, you'd cut yourself. And John Watson was everything but that. He was a miscalculation, he was rough around the face, and he was far from perfection under the microscopic levels of scanning the circumstantial evidence on studying immaculacy in its highest order. Sherlock Holmes was made of ceramics. John Watson was made of steel. [[[COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IF YOU KNOW CREDIT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Im using it as a stand in until im able to create my own cover. thanks!]]]

"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

It's a normal day at 221B, except it's not really. John's back, and Sherlock has been making pained noises when he thinks John isn't paying attention. But John is. He always has been. ((They make sandwiches and then talk about feelings.))

After the rough breakup between Mary and John, John's left broken and torn. Can the sparkle of love between Sherlock and John save him? **I do not own this characters! They belong to BBC!**

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- mention of suicide , domestic abuse, eating disorders and self harm. John and Sherlock are working a case when Sherlock gets shot. He is not majorly injured, but It required that John looks at his medical records. He quickly realizes that Sherlock had 5 suicide attempts in the past years. As John and Sherlock admit their feelings for each other, John learns how deep Sherlocks mental problems run. John knows he cannot magically make Sherlock better, but is determined to try to be there for him. Will he be able to? Completed. 87k words with a sequel in progress