The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain morning at 12 Grimmauld Place in August: memories that he might not ever forget, yet is desperate to cloak underneath the facade that every is fine at home and that he and his parents just sometimes encounter minor disagreements. James is starting his fifth year, yes, but more importantly, he is starting phase five of his plan to woo Lily Evans: somehow his friends seem doubtful that he might succeed, but James, being James, is in no lack of confidence. And Peter, well, Peter is starting to wonder just why he puts up with these people, and if he should really be feeling sorry for Lily Evans, and maybe if he should have asked to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

Will and Jem are an undeniable truth no matter what world, what life, what scenario they find themselves in. As the wheel turns and life changes, so does the nature of their love. The constant in their lives is someone there to watch their back and guard their heart against the world, over and over and over again. (Series of one-shots. Requests are always open! Thank you for reading!)

Sherlock is out of nicotine patches and his mood is, well you can probably imagine. John refuses to buy him patches because he was just out shopping. Instead he insists that Sherlock eats something and one thing leads to another and ends in a game, which both are far too willing to play.

in which two strangers - one overworked and one seeking a last hope - win a vacation raffle and are sent off to live together for one week, and a powerful companionship that ensues. © 2018 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction

No matter how many times we've said it before, saying "Farewell" is still one of the hardest moments in our lives. Sometimes it's the best solution, sometimes there's no other option and sometimes fate doesn't even let us say the final goodbye to the person we love... //Important AN: English is NOT my first language but I'm trying my best. //Cover: Daddy's work; his own profile: @gore-whore