#dark wolfstar

whatever you're trying to say I've probably eaten multiple times.

I would like a completely nuts crazy obsessed like a cult worship type shit Regulus and James who knows and loves the attention and gives him attention right back, all dotting and loving just so he can keep him like a little play toy and Regulus who's been neglected his whole life fucking digs it.

And Sirius who is completely aware of how Regulus is because Regulus used to worship Sirius as well-BUT, he's not mad at Jegulus happening he's just like "oh thank Merlin he's gonna leave me alone now, wish ya luck James!"

James then starts to realize what level of fucking devotion Regulus has and get's a bit creeped out sometimes but loves the thrill of it,being in danger and the constant staring and empty eyes just reflecting him.

With a side of Moonwater worshipping their partners but Remus is more like this:

Remus loved Sirius at first sight,he doesn't think of him as a God,he sees him as completly human,all his faults and plus's is the truest form of a human and nobody else would be able to handle Remus in the most truest form and call it beautiful.

But Sirius did,because he lwk understands Regulus now for the worshipping thing.

Sirius has seen violence all his life, he thinks that's raw nature and he hates it till Remus shows him a new side to it.

Remus bleeds himself like a Matyr but he get's up as a werewolf,his true form and can only handle them as Animagus because it's their truest form as well, Remus shows possessiveness and fully gives what he has to Sirius,following him blindly but he also stands his ground when others get hurt because of it, Sirius is fucking obsessed with it,like he's performing experiments and he was born to be the heir, the leader Sirius leads Remus always but if he vanishes Sirius will search like a rabid animal,destroying everything in his path to take what his rightfully is because he was spoilt.

CW: violence, cruel characters

Remus watches without feeling as Sirius is forced onto his knees, wrists tied behind his back. He breathes heavily, blood dripping down his nose. The corner of his mouth was stained with blood.

“Bring him with us,” Remus’s voice calls out and Sirius snarls silently at the other werewolves who move towards him. He directs his expression towards Remus who is standing next to Greyback.

Their expressions are carbon copies of each other and Sirius lets out a sharp, cruel laugh. He had trained Remus well.

Remus’s brow twitches at the abrupt laugh. “Don’t make this harder for yourself. You’ve already lost.”

“Go to hell.” Sirius spits blood onto the ground.

Remus gives one curt nod in response.

When someone tries to haul him up, Sirius sinks his teeth into their arm. They cry out in anger and reel their fist back to strike Sirius in the nose again and again. Sirius chokes on another bloody laugh.

Remus does nothing. Sirius knew. He knew something had changed in Remus in the two years that he’d been missing. When they found each other again, he was a shadow of his past self. He kept the same face but the detached expression wasn’t his. Those empty, soulless eyes weren’t his. Not his Remus’s.

And now the pack was hunting down the purebloods, destroying them one family at a time.

“Don’t be difficult, Padfoot.”

“No.” Sirius shakes his head, struggling to breathe on the ground. “No. You don’t get to call me that anymore. You will never be allowed to call me that again.” His eyes sting and burn with emotion. With betrayal. With grief. With anger. With hatred. With remnants of love.

Remus doesn’t even bat an eye. Feels nothing. “Alright, Sirius.”

Thank you for the tag, my lovely @pinklume! 😘

Fingers press to Remus' waist, scalding him through his coat, through his heavy jumper and the shirt beneath even that. "What do you think I am?"

"Spirit."

"Try again."

"Ghost."

"Same thing. Try again."

Another breath. "Devil."

When he laughs, dark head falling back, pale column of his throat exposed and bursting starlight, it sounds like those same melodies Remus has heard inside his head, within his dreams, like a chorus of angry beasts, crying out and singing freedom. Thunder rumbles overhead to join the lightning.

"Your view of the world is narrow," he whispers like steady wind, thumb trailing down the center of Remus' neck, pressing into the dip at its base. "Widen it." He leans forward again, lips almost touching but not quite, and the moonlight in those eyes is evocative, soul-stirring, gothic in its sinister gleam as the sky lightens above their heads. "Come back to me and I'll show you," he whispers like bells, palm swiping down Remus' face, covering his eyes, heat melting his bones.

And then it's gone, the chill of the air invading, something Remus had forgotten about long before he'd stepped foot outside of the school but feels now so much stronger than ever before. Sirius is gone with his cosmic eyes and cinder mouth, and Remus is on the outer edge of the forest again, no longer buried inside its dense foliage.

He shivers again.

(I gotta start doing these on the right day, damn. I was busy last night so here's a snippet of more Death Eater Sirius, entirely for @msalexwp 🖤 slight nsfw below!

“You’re tired,” Sirius says by the time he’s kissed his way back up Remus’ body and his eyes are still closed.

“Mmm, you tire me out,” Remus hums. 

Sirius kisses him softly then sits up, wishing to pluck this moment out of his mind and preserve it for use in the family Pensieve whenever he wants. Remus looks beautiful and Sirius wants to raze the whole world, turn it to ash and present it to Remus like an offering to some fiery deity. “Good. Rest and we’ll see each other soon.”

Remus cracks an eye open, still smirking. “I quite like this lounging around and you coming to fuck me.”

“At the Hart,” Sirius retorts. He stands then and pulls on the clothes he’d hurried to divest himself of earlier, his trousers sliding back over his thighs. “I won’t come to Clapham again.”

“It’s not that bad!” Remus rolls onto his side. There is a sheen of come dripping down one thigh and his tan skin looks divine in the moonlight. 

Dorcas rushes down the dark corridor of their headquarters with the rest of her team in tow, wiping the sweat off her forehead and mentally preparing how she is going to explain this to Sirius. He’s not going to like it. At all.

Every step she takes seems to last an eternity. And every second Sirius doesn’t know about this could cost her friend his life. 

Marlene sees them through the window of the tech room and immediately comes out to fall in step next to Dorcas. Their identical combat boots don’t make a sound on the concrete floor. She pretends she didn’t see the relieved expression on Marlene’s face when she spotted her.

“You’re late,” she says.

“I know,” Dorcas replies.

There’s no need to say more, they both understand what it means. Dorcas is never late unless something goes wrong on the mission. 

They stop outside the door with number 12 on it. Dorcas knocks. The whole place used to be an abandoned underground hotel until the Marauders gang took it over. No one knows why Sirius insisted on that room in particular becoming his office.  

Marlene gives Dorcas a once over. It’s difficult to see anything in the dim light of the hallway but she knows Marlene spotted how the black tank top she’s wearing is drenched, sticking to the skin of her stomach. Marlene touches it and gasps when her hand comes back red.

They hear a muffled, “Come in,” from behind the door. 

“Dorcas, you’re…”

“It’s not mine.” 

Marlene’s relieved sigh is almost inaudible. 

Dorcas doesn’t say anything else, only waves a dismissive hand at her team to scram. She takes a deep breath and walks through the door, leaving a concerned Marlene at the doorstep.

“Boss,” she nods at the man sitting behind a big mahogany desk in the centre of the room. 

“You’re late.” 

“I know. And I’m sorry. But there’s a very good reason for it. And you’re not going to like it.”

Sirius rests his elbows on the armchair he’s sitting on and interlocks his fingers. He furrows his brows and focuses his cold piercing gaze right at her, the shadows of the room halfway obscuring his face, making him look like the dark and dangerous demon he’s rumoured to be. Dorcas is suddenly very aware of why half of the mafia underworld is scared of this man. The other half works for him (which doesn’t exclude the possibility of the two circles overlapping - in fact, she knows that most of the employees outside of their inner circle are terrified of him).

“Spill it out then.”

Dorcas knows better than to refuse him when he’s beginning to look angry. But she stands her ground, shoulders back, meeting his gaze head on. 

“They’ve got Remus.”

ohh i’m so excited for this one! thank you both for the ask! @anouri

it’s a dark wolfstar fic where sirius begins obsessively stalking remus. he has a very tenuous grasp on his own sanity and begins slipping into a state of psychosis.

little snippet below the cut! (CW// blood)

XOXO

aw thank you Alex! I, too, am not ready to say goodbye to Evil Sirius (in Please Set Me On Fire). I've just finished writing the last chapter and I am full of the most wonderfully horrible feelings. Can't wait to share it with y'all tomorrow.

Sirius Black is the proud head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and an eager supporter of the Dark Lord. Both he and his wife Narcissa are amongst the Dark Lord's most trusted, but one night an Order of the Phoenix member appears as a thorn in their side and Sirius has to admit, he likes it. Remus Lupin, a reluctant but scrappy fighter in the war against Voldemort, is sent on an Order mission. A run-in with a Death Eater—who happens to be the most handsome man he's ever seen—sets him on a path towards destruction and God, he loves it along the way.

chapter one

The Death Eater is close now, too close. Good, Remus thinks, maybe he can lure him close enough to tackle him and get his wand back. Failing that, Remus has his knife in his boot like always, maybe he can take the Death Eater out with him with a good old switchblade to the neck. Surely a blood-purity nut wouldn’t be expecting a Muggle fight. Now the question is whether Remus is faster than the Death Eater.