Golden boy, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn. (...) In which a very nosy James Potter notices that every weekend, when everyone falls asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned fifth-floor classroom, and he can't help but try to find out what the little Black is up to.

𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐔 𝐔 𝐒 Dear, please, letʼs not talk today; Not about death. ━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 previously "UTOPIA" @lessthandivine 𝟮𝟰𝟬𝟵𝟮𝟬 CW! and the people cried.

Featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic Harry Potter Fanfiction reading list. A beautiful tale of pranks, turkey heists, Christmas truths, failed attempts at romance, laughter, death, and very deep love during the Marauders' seventh year at Hogwarts. SB/RL JP/LE Wolfstar.

"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

"c'mon, moons, you know i'm irresistible." i'm bored so i'm gonna write this. these are all wolfstar and jily one shots. i sound so bloody unenthusiastic. i swear i'm happy to write this book. yay. 15.05.18 - 01.07.18 wolfstar & jily oneshots °i don't own any of the characters in these one shots. all credit goes to jk rowling.°

London, 1979. It was just another simple spying mission, so James didn't expect anything to happen. As it escalated he just should have left and returned into safety, when he saw the little brother of his best friend lying in his own blood, facing a certain death. Death Eater or not, he couldn't leave him there, could he? But inviting the enemy into your home in the middle of a war couldn't possibly be a good idea.

I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you (...) In which Sirius Black is reunited with his little brother after seven years without hearing from him, and James Potter sees more than his best friend's brother in the face of that young art student. Regulus Black, on the other hand, just wants to graduate without losing his scholarship in the process.