Sirius couldn't cope with his emotions well, so he writes them all down. Every page is about remus. Remus is never meant to find the book.

Remus Lupin is many things: kind, hardworking, responsible, and...jobless. After being fired from his job, he takes his chances on a one way ticket to London. He befriends a boisterous businessman on the ride, who brings him along to the biggest fashion company in London: Black Inc. Remus takes the only position available to work for one of the wealthiest men in England - Sirius Black. Who says you can't mix business with pleasure?

Sirius and Remus are painfully oblivious to the love they have for each other, both are struggling with other things too.

The marauders Instagram AU Cover made with Book Covers What if the Marauders and co. Found a time turner that took them to 2017 were they discovered INSTAGRAM!!! (^^ this has nothing to do with the storyline just wanted to put it there :))

ON PERMANENT HIATUS (i apologise) "oh, baby, let me love you goodbye" remus lupin becomes the roomate of 3 lads that love music. with a talent for playing the guitar, anything could happen. ✧ desc: - lowercase intended! - boy x boy - main wolfstar with side jily (g x b) - au ; marauders are university students - au ; one direction exists here - multifandom(ish) but focusing on the marauders just to clarify, i wrote this story when i was a preteen/young teen, which is the reason behind the atrocious writing skills and messy plot. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :) 🎖: #2 bandmates #4 marauders #7 muggle #11 wolfstar #17 peterpettigrew

y'all pls take this as a crack fic thanks !!

what would happen if the marauders had access to instagram nowadays? come and find out wolfstarwolfstarwolfstar

[THIS FANFIC HAS BEEN DISOWNED] The Maurauders are starting their sixth year at Hogwarts and Remus is struggling with his sexuality and his crush on the incredibly hot, openly gay, Sirius Black. {THIS BOOK IS NOT SAFE FOR STEVE ROGERS TO READ} {I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY}

Muggle AU Sirius Black is entirely obsessed with the person whose number he found. He doesn't know who they are or if they're even saying a word of the truth but all he wants is to find them.

"Fortune favours the bold. And if anything, darling, I am bold." ~ the italian renaissance, 1502. somewhere in florence. remus lupin is a sculptor, an artist, a poet. his world is embroidered with the fanciful and the beautiful, and he devotes himself to it beneath sweet blue skies. he will not allow himself to love beyond appearance, though, for underneath even the most perfect spun glass, ugliness sits like a chasm into which loveliness falls and shatters. sirius black is every artist's daydream - a muse, yes, but so impossibly steeped in perfection that the term 'muse' seems too ordinary. he is beauty beyond description, a smile soft like the feathery touch of sleep, a grey-eyed gaze that could paint clouds into the horizon. and yet, he seeks something - someone - who might wish to look further, beneath his perfect spun glass, and see... him. just him. but in a world filled with birdsong, could anyone bear to listen to the shrill scream of a broken mind? ~ "...in a way, every time I break a heart, I break mine, too. It seems that I ruin everything I touch." "But you create, Remus. You create the most beautiful of things." "I create destruction." *** disclaimer: i don't actually own harry potter, believe it or not. which is unfortunate, but i guess no one can really do anything about it. the story is mine though, so at least there's that. dedicated to my editor, @FanOfWayToMuch, for supporting me throughout the writing of this book. if it weren't for her, this would likely be much more trashy, and i am eternally grateful for her enthusiasm, honesty, and love. warning: there will be smut. and fluff. tooth-rotting, sweet fluff. i hope you brought a toothbrush. that's all i think. go read. stop wasting time. started: wednesday 19th february, 2020 finished: saturday 18th september, 2021