*fax machine screaming into the void*

don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try)

In the wake of his father’s death Sirius Black finds himself living on the North Carolina coast in the beach-themed love shack that Orion shared with his mistress. His plan for the summer is to finish writing his novel, get the house ready so that he can list it for sale, and get back to New York before the leaves can even begin to change. Too bad his former college nemesis and fellow author Remus Lupin lives right next door, just as surly and withdrawn as he remembers him being, throwing a wrench into all of his carefully laid out plans. [explicit]

your baby is the size of a... 

“So get married,” Sirius says calmly, his scent giving absolutely nothing away as he turns towards him and stretches his arm out along the top of the sofa, arching a brow when Remus just gapes at him. “To fucking who?” he asks, giving him a baffled look as he throws his hands up in the air. “Am I supposed to track down the man who knocked me up, whose name and appearance I don’t know, and ask if he wants a husband? Take out an advertisement in the Prophet, perhaps?” Sirius gives him a flat look, tonguing the inside of his cheek before he looks away, eyes focusing on the wall next to the fireplace. “You could marry me.” When Remus finds himself pregnant after a one night stand he knows that he won't be able to keep his baby, no matter how much he wants them, due to the Ministry's draconian laws against werewolves. Luckily, his best friend has a solution... [explicit]

sharp as teeth and scars (i can't give you up)

The man, vampire, hovering above him and straddling his hips, his arms pinned beneath his knees, is beautiful. He’s made of starlight, silver eyes burning in the dim light of the alleyway, white skin luminescent and almost glowing from within, fangs flashing as he licks his lips. Their eyes meet, and the entire universe shifts on its axis, everything around them fading away into nothingness. His lungs feel frozen, those silver eyes staring into his very soul, and he’s never felt so terribly seen. He finally manages to gasp in a shallow breath, lungs filling with the scent of vampire, and instead of the usual panic and rage that accompanies it all he feels is a sense of peace. He supposes that dying here, at the hands of the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, isn’t the worst way to go. [explicit]

Mean Wizards

“Who are the marauders?” “They’re teen royalty,” Evan says, glancing over at the field, and Remus follows his gaze to a trio of boys making their way out onto the field, wind artfully tousling their hair like they’re currently shooting a shampoo commercial. “If Hogsmeade was The Daily Prophet, they would always be on the cover.” “That one there, that’s James Potter,” Barty says, pointing at the dark skinned boy with messy hair and gold rimmed glasses, his gym uniform appearing to be several sizes too small. “He is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Evan sat next to him in English last year.” “He asked me how to spell orange.” “And that little one, that’s Peter Pettigrew,” Barty continues, pointing out the smaller blonde boy, a muggle cell phone pressed against his ear, so focused on his call that he doesn’t even notice the dodgeball before it bounces off the side of his head. “Peter Pettigrew knows everyone’s business. He knows everything about everyone.” “And evil takes human form in Sirius Black,” Barty says darkly, an unpleasant expression crossing his face. -a marauders mean girls au [mature]

all along there was some invisible string (tying me to you)

Remus never expected to fall in love with Sirius, the man his boyfriend cheated on him with. Sirius, whose boyfriend cheated on him with Remus, also never expected to fall in love with him, but thinks it’s hilarious in retrospect. -a series of moments from remus and sirius’ lives, set during and after the events of when i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed (you put me on and said i was your favorite) [explicit]

Bad Moon Rising