"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

the marauders, but make it modern

Tom Riddle; a violently attractive, possessive, mysterious, and evil 5th year slytherin and Y/N Y/L/N weren't exactly friends nor lovers. Their relationship was built on business and determination, fighting, keeping secrets, and most importantly.. keeping each other on the edge of their seats. Will Y/N Y/L/N relinquish Tom's title as the boy who couldn't be loved? or will he be known as the one who shall not be named?

There will be lgbt and boyxboy aswell as swearing and drinking and possibly smoking. This is set in marauders era during their hogwarts years. Characters: - James Potter - Sirius Black - Peter Pettigrew - Remus lupin - Severus Snape - Regulus black - Lucius malfoy - Molly prewett - Arthur Weasley - Narcissa black - Frank longbottom - Alice (longbottom) - Avery II - Mulciber - Evan Rosier - Bellatrix Black Note that although this is marauders Era it will mainly be focusing on the Slytherins like Severus, Regulus, Lucius, etc. BUT there will obviously still be the marauders themselves! Endgame ships are undecided and ships may also change throughout this book !*There will be wolfstar*!

" my patroclus. " First grade, that's when it all started. When the boy with the ridiculous name and messy, blond hair ran into another boy with a ridiculous name and tanned, ebony skin. They grew jointed at the hip, one was only seen with the other. Achilles loved running, he loved telling everyone about his day; Patroclus loved the way the stars looked at night, he loved laughing at Achilles' jokes. And both of them eventually grew into teenagers who learned how to lose and how to smile brighter than the sun. Achilles has kissed far too many people and Patroclus has learned about each and every one of them. Patroclus lays in his bed, talking about the future, and Achilles listens to every word. And one day, Achilles learns that he only needs to kiss one person. One day, Patroclus knows something certain about his future. / / a work based off of the iliad's achilles & patroclus, but no knowledge about any of the characters or plot is needed to read and/or understand it / /

How the Eternals discovered that Druig and Makkari were in love. Some of them were a little slower than others. [also posted on archiveofourown.org]

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

Kaz Brekker always had a reason So what was his when he employed another girl from the Menagerie? Was it her sharp mind? Her skills? Her stubbornness that matched his own? Or perhaps it was her past, that not even she could remember.... Secrets she didn't even know she kept.... (X OC VERSION OF THIS BOOK IS ON MY PROFILE) Best Rank: #1 in Kaz #20 in Kazbrekker #18 in Inej #13 in sixofcrows ---- I do not own any of the Grishaverse characters, they were written by Leigh Bardugo and adapted by Netflix. The only character I own is Y/N.

Dream smp au! "Eres mi Hermosa" "Back at ya pretty boy" This will be taking place a little after Schlatt and Quackity are both elected in the elections for L'manburg. Most of the story will remain true to the lore except for changes like the removal of butcher army lore and how las Nevadas will come to be. If any cc mentioned in this fanfic is uncomfortable with said story I will edit it to fit boundaries or take it down completely. I do not own anything in the book except slight alterations to lore, y/n, and the storyline line in general. enjoy the story babes <3 July 2, 2021-July 27, 2022

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.