dreams of bright stars

Wow! I've never been asked about my fics before but I appreciate the question because (not to be cocky of anything) I've written good things. Here are my 5 favorite fics written by me. Mostly Wolfstar Centered.

1. Werewolf Mcwerewolf and The Tiny Potter : “Your name means Werewolf McWerewolf, did you know that?”

That was the first thing that Sirius Black said to Remus Lupin. Sirius remembered that now. What an idiot! Sirius has always been an idiot. Remus John Lupin had put his world upside down from the very beginning. Sirius had never met anyone like him. Remus pushed Sirius to the limit. Remus made Sirius really angry but really happy in a second. Remus with his big sweaters and weird obsession with David Bowie and chocolate smell. His stupid little curls, his tiny freckles resembling a night sky on his freaking body. The scars. The way Remus could say the most harmful thing looking so adorable with his reading glasses and a book on his hand.

How lucky Sirius had been and how stupid he had been to not realize it sooner. Sirius had been a complete asshole and this was his punishment. Gracious God. His mother was right, Sirius was born deficient, and this was the proof.

Oh Lord. Oh, Frederic Mercury and all the Queens. Oh, Star Dog in the sky.

Sirius Orion Black was in love with Werewolf McWerewolf, completely and over heels in love. And now it was too late

Wolfstar Muggle AU. Based on the movie Life as We Know It.

2. Liability : Liability: a person or thing whose presence or behavior is likely to put one at a disadvantage.

Wolfstar Modern Au in which Hogwarts is an expensive University in London. Sirius studies there, Remus works in The Library.

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black have different and complicated lives. They think they don't deserve anyone for what they had been through and what they had done. That is of course until they meet each other and everything changes for both of them.

3. Rising Phoenix: A Marauders Band AU.

The Marauders decide to kick Tom Riddle out of their band. Now they need a new bassist. They find a very particular boy to replace him, while Tom finds another band.

Now, both bands have to compete in the T.V show Rising Phoenix to see who wins a contract with Phoenix Records.

4. Beautiful Creatures: Is falling in love the beginning... or the end?

In Remus Lupin's boring hometown Hogsmeade lies the darkest of secrets...

There is a beautiful boy. Gray eyes, long black hair, black rockstar clothes, chains and makeup. Sirius Black, is a boy who seems too out of place in Hosmeade. The same boy who had hunted Remus's dreams for a while now.

There is a curse. On the seventeenth year, the darkness will take what it's been promised. Sirius has to prevent it. To save himself and his brother.

In the end, there is a sacrifice to make.

Sirius and Remus become bound together by a deep, powerful love. But Sirius is cursed and on his seventeenth birthday, his fate will be decided. Remus never even saw it coming.

This fanfic is based on the book Beautifil Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. The first book from The Caster Chronicles. And also the film with the same name. There might be a few changes for the convenience of the plot or because it worked better in my head.

5. The Runaway: Wolfstar Muggle Modern AU. Sirius Black is a famous model in London. His life is controlled by his mother and horrible stepfather. One day, he decides to runaway. But where to go? He decides to go with the only person he truly trusts, his childhood friend: Remus Lupin.

Chapter 3: Potter, Padfoot, and Pizza

“Marley was very quick to let me know you’re single after showing me several interesting photos of you." James smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the moment far too much. “I was wondering how committed that 'single' label is for you.”

“Don’t start,” Lily immediately pointed a warning finger at him. “This is just a custody exchange.”

James raised both hands in exaggerated innocence. “Custody exchange implies you want something out of this relationship.”

“Your dog,” Lily shot back, “I didn’t mean you, you arrogant prick.” 

“You absolutely did.” James shrugged, entirely unfazed. 

“You’re truly the most arrogant bloke I’ve met,” Lily informed him, trying to deflect.

“So I’ve been told,” James replied cheerfully as his gaze drifted over her again—slow, deliberate, and completely unapologetic. “But I can tell you like being checked out as much as I enjoyed watching you steal my dog in the park,” he added lightly. “So what does that make you? Vain? Egotistical? A pet thief?”

✨THE REVEALS ✨

Thank you to all our fabulous participating authors this year! We can now reveal who created which work: Deerstalker by @annabtg

Evidence by @sophie-hatter-jenkins

A Portrait of a Young Family by @tedwardremus

the sign of four by @neverenoughmarauders

self preservation of a goldfish by @sapphireleo

quiet and loud by @exalthia (Rebeccaseal)

Harry is six years old and very good at things that don't have names. Pre-Hogwarts. Harry POV.

The crack under the cupboard door let in a strip of light in the mornings.

Harry had spent a long time thinking about that strip of light. It moved across the floor as the morning went on — slowly, the way things moved when you were watching them, the way the minute hand on the kitchen clock never seemed to move until suddenly it had. By the time it reached the far wall, Aunt Petunia would be calling for Dudley to come down for breakfast, and Harry would lie still and count to twenty before opening the cupboard door, because it was better to be already at the sink washing up than to be seen coming out.

He was good at that. At timing.

He was good at a lot of things that didn't have names.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader

Summary: Steve knows what he wants. He just doesn’t believe he’s allowed to have it.

Warnings: friends to lovers. one bed. words of affection. yearning. no use of y/n.

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 When Steve first met you, you had a boyfriend. He remembers that very clearly. 

You’d laughed at something he said - head tipped back and eyes bright with joy - and he’d thought … oh no. He could feel his heart doing a somersault. 

And then you’d said „My boyfriend loves that movie too,“ and just like that he shoved the feeling down. Because Steve Harrington, reformed idiot, does not cross this kind of line. 

So he becomes your friend. Just your friend. And it’s easy somehow. 

Movie nights with the whole gang and you teasing him about rewinding tapes at Family Video. Him stealing fries off your plate and pretending he doesn’t notices the way you look at him sometimes. 

Then one day, casually, you mentioning you broke up with your boyfriend. Steve nods, says he’s sorry it didn’t work out and absolutely does not let himself think anything else. Because if he would … he would’ve been overstepping a boundary, he could not go back from. 

A week later, everyone’s at your place. The kids are arguing about what movie to watch, someone spills popcorn, but at some point everything shifts from loud and chaotic to peaceful and warm. 

By midnight, they’re all gone. Except Steve. 

„I’ll help you clean up,“ he says, already stacking cups. 

Your both laughing over something Dustin said earlier while washing the dishes together. Time passes like it’s nothing and suddenly it’s the middle of the night. 

„I should go home.“ 

You glance at the clock on the counter. „It’s like three in the morning. You could just stay? I mean. If you want.“ 

He hesitates for half a second. „You sure?“ 

„Yeah. I’ll grab extra pillows.“ 

But your place was small. Too small to have a spare bed and your couch was drenched in sugary lemonade, that Dustin spilled by accident a few hours before. 

„I don’t mind if you don’t mind,“ you say flinching at how stupid that sounds. 

Steve smiles. „I don’t mind.“ 

You lay down on opposite sides at first, with a very obvious, polite distance between you. The darkness wraps itself around both of you like a safety blanket. 

„Goodnight, Steve,“ your voice barely a whisper. Heart beating loudly. 

„Night.“ 

Five minutes pass. Then ten. Neither you or Steve moved a muscle. 

„You still awake?“, Steve asks suddenly. 

„Yeah.“ 

You both laugh quietly like children sharing a secret. Then you start talking again, about stupid things and then about real things. Fears, hopes and childhood stories. The kind of stuff you don’t say in a crowded room. 

At some point, the space between you disappears almost naturally. Your shoulders brushing, but nothing happens until you fall asleep facing each other. 

But … it feels like something did happen. 

And then it keeps happening. The late night talks, shared blankets and hands accidentally touching in the safety of the night, repeating itself. Steve never tries anything. He never pushes further or assumes that something has to happen. 

Which only makes your crush worse, because he is so careful with you. So utterly good … so right. 

One night, the house is quiet. You’re lying on your sides again, facing each other. The soft glow of your bedside lamp as the only light source. 

Your heart is pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. „Steve?“ 

„Yeah?“ 

„Can I ask you something?“ 

He sifts slightly closer. „Always.“ 

You swallow. „How do you… feel about me?“ 

The tension in the room shifts. He doesn’t joke or deflect. Steve just looks at you and for a second, he looks nervous. 

„I’ve liked you,“ he says softly. „Since the day we met.“ 

Your breath catches. 

„But you had a boyfriend,“ he continues. „And even after you broke up … I didn’t wanted to be that guy. I didn’t want you to ever think I was waiting around like some vulture.“ 

You blink, stunned. Unable to find words. 

„I wasn’t keeping my distance because I didn’t want you,“ Steve says with a gentle voice. „I was keeping it because I respect you. I’ve always been loyal to you. I always will be.“ 

You chest feels like it might burst. „So you haven’t thought about …“ you start. 

„Oh, I do,“ he cuts in softly. „Trust me. I do.“ 

You laugh a little breathlessly. „I thought I was loosing my mind,“ you admit. „I’ve liked you for months. I just didn’t know if I was imagining things.“ 

„You weren’t,“ he murmurs. 

„So,“ you whisper, heart racing. „What do we do now?“ 

He smiles - that warm, slightly shy smile that makes you melt. 

„We could,“ he says slowly while reaching for your hand. „Try this. For real. No rushing and without pressure. Just … us.“ 

Your whole face lights up. „Just us.“ 

He reaches up - hesitates for the briefest second - then brushes his thumb along your cheek. „Can I kiss you?“

You nod immediately and he leans in. Slow, to give you time to pull away. But you don’t. 

The kiss is soft, careful even and a little clumsy in the best way. His lips calming yours and a tiny moan escapes his throat. 

When you pull apart, you’re both smiling like idiots. 

„That was worth the wait,“ Steve murmurs. 

„Yeah,“ you grin. „It really was.“ 

He rests his forehead against yours and for the first time in weeks, the space between you isn’t filled with tension. Instead the warmth and certainty takes it‘s place.

You fall asleep that night tangled together. Steve’s arm wrapped around you like it belonged there from the beginning. 

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school days jily

James isn't sure if he failed or succeeded at online dating Written for May 2026 @jilymicrofics Prompt: Profile

James: Just so you all know, your “great genius idea” was complete rubbish.

Sirius: You’ll have to be more specific, dear Prongs. All my ideas are brilliant.

Peter: He made a WandMatch profile.

Sirius: No. You actually did it?

James: You told me it was the best way to meet girls who weren’t Evans.

Sirius: I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me! Show me.

Knowing a thing is foolish doesn't make you stop feeling it. It just means you feel it with full awareness of your own foolishness, which is, if anything, worse. GoF, Yule Ball era. Ginny POV.

The common room was loud in the specific way it got loud when everyone was pretending to do something else.

Homework, mostly. People had books open and quills out and were very industriously not-studying while they talked about the Yule Ball, which had been announced three days ago and had since colonised every conversation in the castle regardless of what the conversation had nominally been about. Ginny had heard it discussed at breakfast, in the corridors between classes, once memorably in the middle of Binns's lecture when he'd droned on without noticing for a full four minutes while the two boys behind her debated whether Lavender Brown would say yes to either of them.

She had her Transfiguration essay in front of her. She had written one sentence.

Across the room, Harry was having a crisis.

She could tell from the posture — that particular arrangement of his shoulders that meant he was thinking very hard about something and finding the thinking very unpleasant. He had his Charms textbook open but hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes, and every so often his gaze would go somewhere unfocused and he'd tap his quill against the parchment in a rhythm that was getting on Ron's nerves, judging by the look on Ron's face.

Hermione was beside her on the sofa, actually doing her homework, because Hermione was the only person in the fourth year who appeared immune to the Yule Ball's gravitational pull. Or she was very good at pretending. Ginny had not yet worked out which.

"He's going to work himself into a state," Ginny said, without particularly meaning to say it out loud.

Hermione looked up. Followed her gaze across the room to where Harry had now put his quill down entirely and was staring at the fire with the expression of a condemned man. "He just needs to ask someone," she said, with the brisk practicality of someone who had clearly already solved this problem in her own head and found Harry's difficulty with it faintly baffling.

"Yes," Ginny said. "That's rather the part he's stuck on."

chapter eight

“So let me get this straight.”

James groans into his pillow. “No thanks.”

“The moment you find out there’s a chance Lily Evans might actually be attracted to you, you immediately turn around and start shagging someone else?” Sirius gives him a look of genuine disgust. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Thanks for that,” James mutters. “I’m so glad we had this talk.”

@jilymicrofics prompt: May 2026 #21 — Clue | WC: 747. Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3 - 31 October 1978

‘James?’ Lily blinked, her eyes still unfocused from sleep. 

The tiny bedroom was still dark, save for the weak grey light creeping through the gap in the curtains. Rain tapped softly against the windowpane. 

‘Lily,’ he said, mouth dry. ‘I… need to ask you something.’ 

They were eighteen. She’d say no. He knew she’d say no. But he had to ask. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t. 

‘I… I know —’ pausing, he started over: ‘Actually, I know very little.’

Lily snorted. 

‘Well, yes there was a time I used to think I knew quite a bit, but now… I really only know a few things.’ 

Lily pushed herself up slightly, the duvet slipping down her shoulder and stomach, her green eyes serious as she surveyed him. Did she already guess where this was going? If she didn’t, she would know in a second: 

‘I know I love you. And I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I always thought we’d get married when the time seemed right.’

He really ought to have waited a day. Planned his words a bit more carefully. 

‘But now it seems a lot to ask for. That we should all be alive… mum, dad, your parents, Sirius, Carl….’ Peter. Remus. You. Me. 

Lily’s fingers tightened slightly in the bedsheets, and he could practically feel her desire to pull him close to comfort him. But this was not the moment.

Exhaling, he repeated: ‘I know I love you. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I think—I hope, at least—you feel the same. So why wait?’

He looked at her, studying her features, wanting to see any clues as to which way she was leaning. She had gone pale, but her lips twitched as she repeated: ‘Why wait indeed.’

Her voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation in it. James felt his heart lurch painfully against his ribs. There was hope, after all.

‘Lily Evans,’ he said, feeling his eyes burn anew, having experienced too much in the last twenty-four hours for anyone to bear: ‘will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?’

Then he realised he’d forgotten—

He reached into his robes and extracted the silver bracelet: ‘It’s not a ring,’ he said quickly. ‘This used to be my great grandmother’s, and I thought that you might like to have it until we get a ring. Or.. I mean… it’ll be yours after that too—’

‘—James,’ said Lily, placing her hand on top of his, ‘are you going to let me answer?’

Oh. There was that. 

Heart hammering, he met her gaze once more. For one, breathless moment, time stood still. Then: 

‘Yes!’

‘Yes?’

‘Of course, you fool.’

The relief that swept through him was almost painful. James let out something between a laugh and a shaky breath before he cupped her face and kissed her hard enough to send them both falling back slightly against the pillows. Lily laughed into the kiss, one hand tangling immediately in his hair as the other gripped the front of his robes. 

‘I think,’ she muttered after a few glorious moments, ‘if you hadn’t asked soon, I would have.’

‘Really?’ grinned James.

But Lily didn’t smile back as she reached out and brushed some hair out of his face: ‘You nearly didn’t come back yesterday,’ she said, seriously.

The grief, the guilt, everything flooded back in, as he replied: ‘But I did.’ 

Rob didn’t, a small voice offered unbidden, but he pushed it away. Just for now. There would be plenty of time to mourn him.

‘You did,’ she agreed, face relaxing.

‘I am still here.’

‘You are.’

James kissed her softly, one hand still wrapped around hers where it rested atop the silver bracelet between them. Even when they pulled apart, James could still feel her breath against his skin. 

‘Now all we have to do is stay alive until after the wedding,’ she teased after another kiss. ‘Easy.’

He kissed her nose: ‘Maybe we should push it far into the future after all?’

‘Don’t you dare,’ she said, biting his lip, ‘Nothing would annoy Petunia more than if I got married the same year as her.’

‘But that gives us —’ 

‘About two months. Getting cold feet, Potter?’

James shook his head. What was it Robert had said: Time was precious. They were going to get married and the wedding couldn’t come soon enough.

What's In A Name Anyway?

“Wait,” he says slowly, his heart somersaulting, “A crush on McLauren or me?"

Lily shoots him a pitiful look.

“Please don’t make me admit I fancy you after basically seeing you naked,” she says, wiping at her eyes. “I won’t be able to live with myself.”

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