"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

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.

Maybe if Sirius Black wished for it hard enough, Remus Lupin would be his. If only his family wasn't caught up in an old rivalry resurfacing... (Marauders era Hogwarts reimagined with no Voldy cause... no one wants Voldy messing with the boys - I just want them to have the happy ending they deserve) WARNING : GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SELF-HARM AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDAL TENDENCIES. If you're going through tough times, or fighting depression or a similar mental disorder, please be safe ♡ Highest ranking : #2 in wolfstar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.