Anniversary or: Love After the War (ao3) - LucyInTheSkye
E, 5k
Summary: May 1980. It’s been a year and it’s time for a best-of.
Breaking Storm (ao3) - orphan_account
E, 4k
Summary: Remus finds himself out in the dark on his balcony most nights, smoking and staring at the moon. Not much can chase away his demons and help him sleep, but Sirius tries his best to help him overcome them.
Classroom shenanigans (ao3) - simpforfictionalcharacters0102
E, 706
Summary: Sirius get’s a little hot and bothered in class ;)
First time and Orgasms (ao3) - simpforfictionalcharacters0102
E, 1k
Summary: Sirius and Remus do it for the first time.
Happy (ao3) - pixelated (prettyremus)
E, 6k
Summary: Remus is inexperienced but enthusiastic, Sirius is confident but sweet… and they have sex for the first time.
how will you kiss? where will you bite? (ao3) - lexith
E, 1k
Summary: being engaged is the happiest sirius has ever been, but there's something remus does that makes him even happier.
|| or, sirius just wants to fuck, and who is remus to deny him?
i've got diamonds in my eyes (for you) (ao3) - crushofdoves
E, 6k
Summary: Remus keeps twisting and petting, picking up speed and pressing his fingertips up hard. Sirius falls back like he couldn’t hold himself up for another second. Sometime between breaths he's started crying, big wet sobs, his whole chest shaking with it. Remus is watching his hand, amazed at the way his fingers are swallowed whole so easily. The bed sheets are soaked and ruined - how are they going to replace them without Remus's parents noticing oh god - and Remus keeps going, fucking Sirius with four fingers now, practically half his hand.
Or
Sirius and Remus are in big, soft, filthy love.
made for lovin' you (ao3) - lexithwrites
E, 12k
Summary: sirius loves his job. he loves his subscribers, the requests they send in, the lingerie he gets to wear and of course the benefit of paying his rent months in advance without having to worry about whats leftover. one of his subscribers however, xx_moony_xx, just so happens to also have an active account...and after some scrolling, sirius gets an idea that greatly benefits the both of them.
or || the onlyfans oneshot where sirius is gorgeous, remus loves looking at him, and they're both insatiable
Moonstruck (ao3) - pixelated (prettyremus)
E, 3k
Summary: Sirius can ease his aches with a few little tricks he’s learned over the course of their friendship and inevitable romantic relationship— a nice hot bath, a few pain relieving potions, a full-body massage…A good fucking. And, luckily for them both, Sirius knows how to tame the wolf.
My Poor Heart Will Only Surrender (ao3) - Remy_Writes5
E, 54k
Summary: Remus wasn't expecting much from a night out at the club with his best friend, Lily. He certainly wasn't expecting Sirius Black.
Need (ao3) - NachoDiablo
E, 1k
Summary: Sirius knows that although Remus is feeling the pain, it’s a pain of his own choosing, for once. A pain that he’s asked for, that he’s entrusted Sirius to give him.
No Bright Line (ao3) - lady_grey
E, 106k
Summary: In which Sirius is a famous actor who has stopped believing in authenticity, Remus is a historian with a complex relationship to memory, and Lily is the brilliant filmmaker who brings them together. James and Harry are there too, although they mostly just want to enjoy the beach.
pretty please (ao3) - moonysmarlborosss
E, 4k
Summary: Remus & Sirius have fun in Remus' cottage
so full of love, i could barely eat (ao3) - cowboyforests
E, 3k
Summary: Remus and Sirius spend a cozy Saturday morning together at the Lupin Farm.
The Farmer (ao3) - Gigix
E, 7k
Summary: On Sirius Blacks last modelling job before he moves to Milan, he gets caught in torrential rain and seeks shelter in a tiny welsh cottage. The grumpy man he meets helps him change his perspective and be a lot kinder to himself, after a messy one night stand leaves him gaping for reassurance.
What Glows in the Dark (ao3) - pixelated (prettyremus)
E, 1k
Summary: Sirius’s fingers seem to know just what they’re doing as they trace the bright white lines that litter Remus’s skin; the scars that seem to glow phosphorescent in the flickering candlelight...
When Remus Learned About Quidditch (and Became a Successful Player) (ao3) - pixelated (prettyremus)
E, 2k
Summary: Remus comes across Sirius’s old Quidditch jersey, and takes an impromptu lesson while wearing it. This is literally just pure smut.
Winter Thaw (ao3) - byebyebluejay
E, 3k
Summary: After waking up from a nightmare that leaves him feeling cold, even when cozied up inside, Sirius decides to wake Remus up with a few kisses to get some comfort. Remus happily obliges.
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James never believed in the afterlife, ghost stories, or supernatural experiences. Of course, some magic was out there, but it’s not like it was taught in a school. He didn’t really care about it, he didn’t care about death either, if you were dead, you were dead, end of the story. He tried not to think of it since his parents died. Pandora — his best friend, and at this time the only friend he felt close to — was a strong support in his life. She was a psychic and often made him shake his nonchalant attitude towards death and esoteric things. She was weird, and he liked it. After the death of his parents, James just wanted a quiet life, to have fun at his job, and maybe eat a pizza every Friday night. So, when he found out Pandora was spotting something odd behind him when he came back from the cemetery, he didn’t know that it was the beginning of something, but not as quietly as he wanted. Why is James haunted? Why doesn’t Pandora seem worried about it and doesn’t push the ghost away? Why is this ghost — Regulus — so drawn to James?
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Or, what if after his death, Regulus gets drawn to a stranger in a cemetery, following him as a ghost, slowly getting attached to him and maybe, just maybe, regretting dying?
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The original idea of this fanfiction came when I was writing a microfic (the idea of the microfic come from @/taylorswiftmicrofic on Tumblr and emlovessid on AO3) called Florida. You can find it in my series “Taylor Swift Microfic." on AO3. I just loved my idea lol, and wanted to write more about it. You don't need to read Florida, Just Behind You is its own fanfiction. I just took the same idea, changed some stuff, and wrote more about it!
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Chapters: 20/50
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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“Barty had one from last year, and he left it for me. Mines in the wash,” Regulus explains. “And I absolutely cannot wear that back to the dorms or anywhere outside of bed.” He raises a brow, clearly daring James to comment further.
That’s funny because all he can do is try to swallow for a good five seconds. “You wear it to bed?”
Regulus looks at him sharply. “Is that a problem?”
James shakes his head, shrugging. “No.” God, God, God. “ I just assumed you wore something posh. Like a matching set of black silk pajamas.”
Regulus huffs, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I sleep like everyone else.”
“What does that even mean?”
“What do you wear to bed?” Regulus shoots back, then grimaces, clearly regretting the question.
James needs to shut the fuck up. “Just some joggers or boxers,” he says, and his ears feel a little hot for no reason. He wears it around other people, who cares?
Regulus rubs his forehead, shaking his head, and then looks back at him incredulously. “You don’t wear a friend’s shirt to bed? You know, when it’s just laying around so you pick it up.”
James waves a hand over his chest and shoulders. “Well…” he starts, opening and closing his mouth. He needs to shut the fuck up. “They don’t usually fit up here. Little tight. I just go shirtless.”
And then they’re staring at each other and he starts to conjure up a satisfying image of him tearing the skin off his bones. How had they even gotten on this topic? Why the hell did he have to comment about Regulus’s shirts every single time he sees them?
“Right,” Regulus finally says, clearing his throat. “I need to go.”
Sirius knew him by voice, snatched by the wind as it was from his place on the cliffs with James. They were smoking. They almost never did it, but Sirius had seen death today—on himself and on others. They were allowed one.
Now, that cigarette was in danger of burning all of the grasses around them. He’d dropped it at the first word.
“Me neither,” he’d heard.
James hadn’t. He was studying his cigarette with a frown. “I’m not even sure I like these things—”
Sirius put a hand out and James was silent in a moment. He did, however, move his foot over and stamp out Sirius’ smoke.
Quiet. Quiet. Nothing. He’d imagined it. He’d imagined it. Sirius closed his eyes.
“How do you know my name,” the voice came again. “But I don’t know yours?”
“Oh,” James whispered.
Sirius eased himself into a crouch. He stared up at the wall. He could see someone’s shoulder. Brown jacket, no where near warm enough for the weather. Too big, like it belonged to someone else. The voice. That voice.
Leo said, “You know your name?”
Sirius crept forward just a little farther, rising back to his feet to see more clearly. Please. Every piece of him was begging.
Remus, smiling at him from across a table. “You’ll miss me during our next off-time. Don’t deny it.”
Remus with a steady hand on his bicep. “Just try and sleep, Si. Just try.”
“It was the first thing that came back,” this Remus said now. “Or I should say the only thing. The only sure thing.”
“But…how did you find us?” Leo asked the question gently, as if he thought Remus might bolt.
For all Sirius knew, he would. If Logan’s violence towards Finn was anything to go by, he could. But, then again, Remus had never been predictable. Not from the very first day they met. Sirius had thought he might be quiet and shy before that sharp grin came out of him. Both of Remus’ shoulders were in Sirius sightline now. He stood the same. His hair was a little longer, but the same color. The color Sirius had chased through the streets.
He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know you.
Now he could see into the alcove. Leo. Finn. Logan was awake and staring up at Remus from where he sat against the wall. Finn had bruises beginning to form around the pale skin of his neck and James made an alarmed sound. Those hadn’t been there an hour ago.
“Why?” Logan said. “I didn’t. I don’t know anything.”
“That’s not true,” Remus said. “Don’t tell me you never had dreams.”
Logan looked at Finn, lips parted.
“What were yours?” Leo asked. When Sirius looked at him, he found Leo looking back. It made Remus whip around. A large wave crashed below them and Sirius imagined he could feel the prickles of salt water.
A vision. An illusion. Fuzzy at the edges. The sea sounds bled into his heartbeat and Remus was standing there right in front of him with the light slanting across his eyes and turning them to glass. For a moment, Sirius thought he would sink. Right off the cliffside.
“You,” Remus said. He didn’t move. Not even a little. “I see you.”
His nose began to bleed. Sirius watched it trace near the corner of his mouth before he raised a thumb to wipe it away.
“You,” Remus said again. He stepped forward. One step. Two step. Sirius’ world tilted backwards, forwards, any which way just to keep him in focus. He realized he wasn’t breathing when his lungs burned, when Remus was right in front of him and Sirius could see body heat in the flush of his cheeks, pink against the cold. “Who are you?”
Sirius nearly closed his eyes. All the dread he’d been pushing down soared.
“Are you in pain now?” Sirius heard himself say.
“Yes,” Remus said.
Sirius thought of how affected Logan had been. Remus was hardly flinching.
“Who are you?” Remus asked again.
“Sirius.”
“We work together.” James said. “All of us. Can you tell me where?”
After a moment of sizing James up, Remus shook his head.
Logan, from within the building, suddenly said, “Malfoy.”
All eyes went to him. Logan had his head back against the wall. His nose was bleeding, rather heavily, his eyes squeezed shut. Finn’s hands jumped towards him.
“Logan—”
“Malfoy,” Logan repeated through his teeth. “Malfoy, what does that…Is that a name?”
“Stop,” Leo said suddenly. He crouched down in front of Logan, then looked back at Remus. “Don’t push yourselves. We can’t have anyone passing out right now. Remus, sit down.”
Remus laughed, and it startled Sirius so much that he had to reach out and put a hand against the rough stone wall.
“I didn’t follow you here for you not to give me some answers.”
“About that,” Leo said. He had handed Logan a cloth for his nose. “How did you find us?”
“It started at the café,” Remus said. “I dreamed the name and…” He caught Sirius’ eye. And what? And what else? “And I saw you. And you saw me. And then you chased me.”
Sirius could only nod. He was still trying to breathe. “You ran.”
“The last thing I remember is waking up on a fishing boat with two bullets in my back.” Remus raised his eyebrows. “Yes. I ran.”
“I think we need to get out of here,” James said. “You know. We could memory lane somewhere a little safer, say, not this city where Salazar sent Archer for us.”
“Salazar,” Logan said softly. He was looking at Finn still. “But…not you. You’re different.”
Finn looked a little wide-eyed as he shook his head.
“Okay, I really don’t like all this blood,” Leo said. He looked up at James. “You’re right. Let’s go.”
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Sirius followed the others to the train station in a fog. He barely looked at the tickets he booked until they were walking down a narrow train that was on its way to Amsterdam. Far away, James had said.
“Two day train ride,” Finn said. He was walking very close to Logan, closer than even the small corridor required, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. There was none of the fight or flight that had been simmering within him for the last few days. He looked exhausted. Confused. “We don’t have our luggage.”
“Welcome to the life,” James said. “Don’t worry.” He shook a plastic bag at him. “I picked up the necessities.”
“I don’t know if I want to know what you think the necessities are,” Leo mumbled.
For Sirius, their words came through something like cotton.
Remus’ shoulders were right in front of him. Moving. Breathing. Shifting. Chin turning up to look for their sleeping car.
He’d come with them easily. Much easier than Logan. So easy that it made Sirius nervous—James, too, he could tell. Almost suspicious. He was quiet and watchful, but he seemed to believe that they were friend not foe. Maybe he knew enough, or felt enough from those memories to believe something. Remus stopped and turned around—and caught Sirius looking.
“These are our three cabins,” Remus said. He looked right at Sirius. It felt like a dare, but Sirius didn’t know what the dare was.
The doors were old-fashioned, painted a dark red. Through the small, golden-edged windows Sirius could see narrow bunk-beds for two, a small sink and mirror, and that the far wall was all window.
“Wow. Two a room, two a room,” James sing-songed, opening the far door. “Well, good Lord, come on over to my house Leo-Leo—oh, hey, this is very nice.”
Sirius’ entire mouth was dry. This was too strange. Remus alive. Remus—here. Remus, breathing and sleeping right beside him, all night, as they escaped to Amsterdam. Remus didn’t look back at him, though. He just went into the middle room, letting the door shut behind him. Sirius stared at it.
“If you’re my—” Logan said haltingly, opening the first door a crack by its shining brass handle. He looked at Finn. “I guess that means…us?”
“I—” Finn had a bright flush on his cheeks. “True. I mean yes.”
Sirius watched them go and listened to the door snick shut. A conductor called something out to the platform and Sirius looked down one end of the aisle, then the other. Nothing. No one was there. Still, the back of his neck prickled. Leo took a shaky breath from beside him.
Sirius turned towards the window. The platform was clearing. No one. He saw no one.
“What’s happening?” he said softly to Leo.
Leo sighed, casting a glance towards the door Finn and Leo had disappeared into.
“There’s some sort of…God, I don’t even know what to call it, a signal block maybe? Controlling the memory. Caused before the tracker was taken out. Which,” Leo sighed. “I don’t know if they know who did that.”
“How’d Logan break through it do you think?” How do I get Remus to come back to me? He would take a minute. He would take a second of Remus looking at him. Sirius.
Leo blew out a breath, shaking his head. “I don’t know. The mind’s a powerful thing, memory most of all. I’d say Finn was a strong enough memory that something got through. But it triggered a lot of pain. That must be part of this. To… I don’t know, to keep the subject from trying too hard to remember.”
“Right.”
Leo’s eyes widened a little. “Not that—not that you’re not a trigger for Remus.”
Sirius slid his eyes over to the door. Remus was behind it, he had just seen him walk through, but was he? Or had he disappeared again. “I didn’t say I would be.”
“Sirius—”
“How do we stop the pain?”
“I wish I knew. I really…really don’t like the look of the blood.”
“Me neither,” Sirius said.
“Should one of us be with Logan instead of…I mean in case he tries to hurt Finn again?”
“I don’t think he will,” Sirius said. He was surprised to find that he believed it. Or maybe he was being too hopeful, wanting to stay with Remus. Wanting to never let him out of his sight again.
“Right,” Leo said slowly. “Well…I think you have to go in now.”
Sirius cleared his throat. “Mhm.”
“He dreams of you.”
Sirius closed his eyes. He took a breath. He looked down the hallway, both ways, then out at the platform. He checked his weapons. He opened the door.
