"You look like a painting, Reg," whispered James, genuine adoration plastered in every inch of his face. "Is that a good thing?" Regulus knitted his eyebrows together, a subtle smile curling his lips. "Definitely." A romance hidden under the horrors of the war, where kids fought with more pride than adults, where they didn't lose faith even when everything seemed lost. This story takes place in Hogwarts' 7th year. Regulus is Sirius' younger brother, exactly one year behind them, James couldn't expect that an innocent talk in the astronomy tower would lead to fall for him hopelessly, and neither did the young Black. But love doesn't stop time, nor does it save people. It's like a beautiful scarlet rose, as its petals fall, it dies. When that letter found its way to my hands, the music died. Cover art by greenlights33 on Instagram, one of favorite artists.

Tony Stark never thought he would start to get an entire head-full of gray hair at only 48-years-old. Then along came a certain Spider-Baby that turned his whole world upside down. (Or: A series of unrelated fluffy, angsty and soft IronDad fics. Enjoy!)