fidelius

so far away, but still so near | wolfstar | oneshot, 6.5k

i'm in the corner, watching you kiss her / i'm right over here, why can't you see me? / i'm giving it my all, but i'm not the girl you're taking home / i'll keep dancing on my own Sirius knows that it’s stupid. The entire time, he’s painstakingly aware of how stupid it is; as he traces eyeliner across his lids, dabs glitter onto his collarbones and shoulders, and dons the black mesh top that Remus had once told him he should wear more often, he knows . There is no reason— absolutely none at all, not even one he could lie about— that Sirius should be going to this club tonight, except for the sole fact that Remus will be there.

dreaming of after | wolfstar | 14/14, 57k

Sirius Black woke up on a Tuesday morning sure of two things: the couch was giving him a horrible crick in his neck, and he was going to get a divorce. He wasn't sure how long things had been heading this way. Weeks, probably-- months, even. Maybe it was always going to happen, he wasn't sure. It was happening now, and that was all that seemed to matter. He and Remus were going to get a divorce. in which sirius and remus miscommunicate themselves into separating while attempting to raise their kid and salvage themselves

scene from a hotel in rome | wolfstar | oneshot, 1.4k

Sirius watched a bead of sweat trickle down Remus’ spine and fought the urge to trace it with his finger. The heat in their room was sweltering, worsened by the complete lack of breeze. The smoke from Sirius’ cigarette wafted lazily up and out the window, dissipating into the cloudless sky. A tiny pool of sweat gathered at the small of Remus’ back, glinting in the light of the afternoon sun, and Sirius found himself unable to do anything but stare. sirius would like to sign up to be the bead of sweat on remus' back, please and thank you

i betray you like a man | wolfstar | oneshot, 1.6k