When Remus Lupin threw his graduation cap in the air on his very last day of school, he didn't have this in mind for his future. He hadn't imagined that barely three years later he would be back, only this time he'd be hiding behind a gargoyle with his dumb idiot of a boyfriend tugging on his sleeve

Secrets were poor company, even for buildings. Written from the perspective of the Shrieking Shack.

People told him that love was special and important, but he was of the opinion that saving lives was more so.

Hawke was heading to Antiva to meet Isabela, Merrill and Fenris in tow, when she found a surprise captive in Tal-Vashoth hands. She, of course, did the right thing and freed him. That's what things got more complicated. This fic is AU in only one way: Orsino was stopped by Hawke before turning into Harvester. Warnings inside.

He had to see it. He had to see it at least once. Elrond visits Himling for the first and last time.

"I never thought I'd see one of these outside Valinor," he confessed, propping the delicacy between his knees so he could peel it one-handed. "Yes, it seems that, for all of its virtues, Beleriand is bereft of bananas," said his cousin. Warning for mild post-torture description.

"Sleep and sex, that's how I'll remember Starkhaven." Zevran and his Warden are taking time off in Starkhaven when the Warden notices a tattoo for the first time. A strongly rated T. M!Mahariel.

The Circle wasn't so bad, Bethany told the apprentices. The Circle was a place of learning, she said when the little girls and boys were crying. The Circle could protect them, teach them, heal them. Bethany never believed any of her own words unless the First Enchanter was there.

Maglor carried an iPod with him at all times, just in case he needed to drown out screaming. Modern Day Gang AU; a strong T

They were bickering again. Maedhros laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, wishing they would quiet down long enough for him to drift back to sleep. They didn't, of course. They were bickering about him, practically a given. Still blaming each other for his pain, even though Maedhros had long stopped caring.

"Someone once told me the back is a canvas," said a voice, harsh to the ears. The boys turned to see Maedhros, so tall that his head might have been the sun to the sitting boys.

Maitimo is an older brother who's always there for his siblings, even if it means telling embarrassing stories about his teenage years to an unhappy Carnistir.

At first, she trusts Orsino. But the little things add up.

Maedhros struggled with many forms of pain in his life, some more mundane than others. He spent half his life with his hand pressed to his back before anyone realized his spine was curving.

Fingon let himself look at his cousin, really look, for the first time in decades. He was strong and tall and proud and yet so different than the way he'd been all those things before. Different, and strange. Fingon felt as though he barely knew him anymore; but he wanted to.

Gwindor heard the voice as he was falling, and honestly, it didn't make him feel any better about it. The man who'd bowled him over frantically reached out a hand to save him, but he reached for the wrong one, and Gwindor continued to fall until his hit the hard ground. When he looked up, a large, bearded, very confused man was holding Gwindor's coat. Modern!AU with Túrin.

It was the night before battle, and Zevran was sharpening his blades. Both he and Leliana can hear what the Warden and Morrigan are doing, and she goes to see how Zevran is coping. Zevran/M!elfWarden, Dark Ritual

Only Gandalf watches Elrond as he drives the spear into the Necromancer's chest.

"He's getting better," Idril had told her quietly. "And he was never really all the bad." It was those words that led Nimloth to come that day, to face someone she had put out of her mind. But Idril hadn't been there for the Second Kinslaying. She hadn't see him. She almost turned around until she remembered that Idril had been there for the First. Nimloth visits Maedhros.

The Prime Minister of Muggles was taking a short stroll through the park, fuming over politics, when he came across a worn, shabbily dressed wizard sleeping in the grass. It was only natural to be curious. He was, after all, a politician.