This is the third Harry Potter book (PoA) from the perspective of Remus Lupin. --- "The murder of the Potters and Peter Pettigrew has always been a puzzle to me, consisting of hundreds of pieces. Each piece is an information, all of equal importance to understand the puzzle. I seem to have retrieved all but one piece, yet every time I reach out for it, every time I try to grasp it, someone snatches it away, just like that." --- This is a Wolfstar, meaning Remus Lupin x Sirius Black, Fanfiction, if you don't like this ship, don't read. BEST RANKINGS SO FAR: #1 in Different Point Of View #1 in RemusxSirius #2 in Wolfstar #25 in Harry Potter Fan Fiction Cover a collab with @maveth_

the original. NOT MINE. NOT TAKING POSSESSION AT ALL. COPIED AND PASTED FROM THE ORIGINAL ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE ORGINAL AUTHORS.

They see grey. They live in a dull grey world. The only way they can see color is when they first touch their soulmate. That is, until they realize they love them of course. Destiel AU

(WARNING: THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, I HAVE DECIDED TO RE-EDIT THE STORY SO PLEASE BE PATIENT AND DON'T JUDGE, I KNOW I AM NOT THE BEST AT SPELLING OR GRAMMAR, BUT I AM FIXING MY MISTAKES!!)Dean always knew something was off about him, especially when he meant Castiel. An angel of the lord, or used to be. There was always something whispering to him, saying these women aren't what you want but being Dean, he kept ignoring those feelings, kept pretending to be more into women than men. Which he's always wondered what it'd be like to be with a man, but was too afraid to be who is that is until Castiel comes along, Dean and Castiel have a connection. Dean doesn't mind their connection but what will happen when Dean and Castiel share a one night thing? Will Dean keep fighting his urges, pretending nothing happened between the two and move on? But what if new human, Castiel just can't seem to move on from that night? (Picks up after season 8 finale, sorry if I'm spoiling anything!!)

After saving Gabriel -- the supposedly dead archangel -- from Abbadon's cruel grasp, Sam finds himself in a completely alternate world. Literally. He's not a Hunter. Instead, he lives alone with a dog, his brother is engaged to the angel that pulled him from Hell, and he apparently works a normal job. Oh, and not to mention Gabriel. He's there too; he's the reason they're stuck there in the first place. They can't leave until Gabriel gets enough grace back to send them to the real world, but that could be months, and if it's not obvious yet, the angel is the last person that Sam wants to see. --- I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters featured in this fic, as much as I wish I did

Ten years old, that's when it's decided, at midnight the minute you turned ten, a name appears on your right wrist. For Castiel and Dean neither knew wether they would meet their soulmate. Castiel hid his and Dean was ashamed of his. Dean has a secret, he can't get close to anybody in fear of them dying, because the monsters are always there, and they hurt everybody he loves. Castiel doesn't know monsters exist, he refuses to believe they exist, demons, vampires and werewolves, they're all stories, until he's proven wrong, he will alway believe that.

Be warned, there are many stories here that you may question. A lot. Don't judge me too harshly, I'm always cringing as it is. For the most part it's cute, but....

When your born you see no colour, but when you first touch your soulmate you see every colour under the sun. If your soulmate dies your world turns black and white once again. Sam saw colour twice but lost it. John saw it once and lost it. Dean has never seen colour, he's lived in black and white since the day he was born. It was the same for Castiel. Until he raised the righteous man from Perdition. Dean never understood why he could see colour when he came back from Hell, but never questioned it. Until Castiel died for the first time and his world lost every drop of colour.

Castiel and Dean have grown up together since they were four years old. Now the two have become completely different from one another, one being a punk and the other a jock. Yet nothing stops the two from being the best of friends. When a drunken night in a camping tent turns their whole relationship upside down, will their friendship survive? [FURTHER DESCRIPTION IN FIRST PART]