#ch: Sirius Black

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FRIENDS’ PLOTS — Coffee Shops and Confidantes, a Sirius Black Fanfiction by Kat! (@-wildkats on Wattpad)

“Now, Sirius Black isn’t one to back down in the face of adversity, and the same can be said for Caroline Lockaby - especially when her favorite shop is involved - and very quickly, an intense rivalry forms between the two.

What could complicate it further? Only the fact that their so-called anonymous correspondence is with one another … well, not that either of them know that.”

— Excerpt from Coffee Shops and Confidantes, the Synopsis.

*feat. the Lockaby siblings!

i. pinterest ii. spotify iii. wattpad

[frenchdispatche]

told myself im gonna just focus on the One Wolfstar Fic and now im planning an angsty jegulus backstory fic, james/reg reconciliation into romance spinoff, angsty remus wouldve/couldve/shouldve inspired oneshot, and a tangential jily undercover spies power couple 5+1 fic. i cannot do this anymore ive written only 500 words but my brain will not rest

[starkillersunseeker]

The Cadance of Part-time Poets

spoilers for chapter 46

No because this is exactly what I mean when I say wolfstar are soulmates. The way Remus gets distracted by Sirius not listening to his girlfriend unable to look away.

The way he’s desperate to hear hear Sirius play, pleading and the way Sirius feels it- going to play.

And Remus noticing that he’s in pain. Only Remus notices.

Remus almost inaudibly gasping but Sirius hearing it.

They’re simultaniously so in sync with each other while being so increadibly dense miscommunicative.

And I love them.

This was so beautifully written

[artbyace]

started getting into reading fanfics again and yall i just have to say-

the cadence of part time poets is genuinely my favorite thing i’ve ever read. it’s funny, it’s witty, it’s heart warming and shattering, it’s complex and detailed but easy to read

the characterizations (especially remus and sirius) are my favorite ones i’ve ever seen; and the OCS!!!! omg!! so fucking good

if you’re looking for a long wolfstar fic to commit to, CHOSE THE CADENCE OF PART TIME POETS!!!

[polaroidcats]

A little au based on u teaching me not to accidentally tell someone they looked good naked when I am trying to say good night in German :)

SKYE I AM SCREAMING THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! Sirius getting naked because he thinks Remus is finally admitting his feelings, them escaping the slow burn trope via german miscommunication trope, it is all so so perfect, thank you for drawing this I am OBSESSED!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

[alltheyoungmoons]

La Chimera by starlingsilver

Chapters: 1/? - PROLOGUE Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

It’s 1983. Remus Lupin, unlike most of his best friends, isn’t a dead man. Though, might as well. He has no job prospects in the wizarding world, and very little to show for himself in the muggle world, so for the last couple of years, after managing to put himself back together just enough to function, he’s decided to do what he’s always done best: run away. Hide, if you will. Pour himself into research as to occupy his every waking thought. Fate, or what have you, brings him to rural central Italy, to the lands that thousands of years ago were home to the Etruscans and the Latins. It’s a land ripe with magic, where ancient currents of energy flow underground like massive undiscovered rivers. Here, Remus gets tangled in more than one prohibited affair...

--- Inspired by Alice Rohwacher's gorgeous 2023 film "La Chimera" which I highly recommend!

[memebijin-love]

Me imagining Wolfstar scenes in TLE but knowing that maybe not even one will exist... sigh 😭. (Btw I dreamed with new chapter again.)

[spindrifters]

sopping wet declarations of love

(with a sprinkling of light trauma)

“Moony—”

“You shouldn't be with me, you should be with someone who’s not going to fall to pieces without any bloody warning, who’s not—”

“Stop it.”

It’s harsh, cutting through the mire, and Remus looks up. His heart catches.

Because Sirius isn’t concerned anymore. Sirius looks downright angry.

“Stop that,” he says again, voice low, almost dangerous, grey eyes and cheekbones sharpened to a flint. “You don’t get to do that. Martyr yourself on whatever cross you like, Remus, but you don’t get to tell me who I get to love. Alright? That. That’s not yours. That belongs to me, and you don’t get to decide.”

His heart drops into his gut.

“What?” he whispers.

Sirius reaches out and cradles him by the jaw, a hand under each ear, eyes burning, and Remus doesn’t know if he’s angry—he thinks he is—but it’s more than that. And Remus thinks he may have swallowed his own throat, too, by now, if he’s heard right.

“Maybe I’m the broken one, really,” Sirius snaps, all the conviction of his eighteen years behind it, “because I don’t think about sex. Not really. Not like that. Not unless there’s the person first, and then it’s all just them. So if that’s what you need, if that’s what you want, we will get there. Because I want that if it’s with you. We’re capable of too much else not to manage it someday. But in the meantime, you do not get to tell me I shouldn’t want to be with you. That is mine. Alright?”

Remus stares, eyes wide. He’s breathing hard.

“You love me?”

A moment’s pause.

“You said... you said who you get to—”

“Course I love you, you terrific knob. Isn’t it obvious?”

Grey eyes soften, palms at his jaw go slack, and Sirius almost seems resigned. Like he’s ready for Remus to bolt. Remus, however, doesn’t think he could find it in him to make his legs move if he tried. He feels frozen, there, tucked up at the end of his bed. Frozen, but for the heart banging against his chest. Frozen, but for the hundred million thoughts racing through his mind, because love is something for other people. Something you can have once you’re fed and healthy and physically able and capable of holding your own and safe and—

And Sirius has set his jaw, daring him to run. Daring him to push back, or argue, or brush it off.

Remus feels the heart in his chest, and the golden glow of light that tethers the pair of them, and the wet tracks on his own cheek he hadn’t been quite aware of before. He feels all that, and then it rises, unbidden, the memory Sirius’s voice, a warm July afternoon by a cool mill pond.

Maybe you’ve just got to make it real for yourself, then.

His own voice, directly after that, echoing in the shade.

You’ve got to believe. You’ve got to believe it’s for you.

Sirius is still glaring, for all it’s softer now, and Remus swallows the lump in his throat.

“I love you, too.”

It’s not a whisper. Not this time. It’s loud, and bold, and nothing more than a matter of stating fact because it is that.

He loves him. He loves him. He loves Sirius Black, in all his beautiful, maddening recklessness and high ideals. In all his contradictory edges, loud and brash and painfully posh, queer and unashamed, gentle and bold and harsh when he wants to be. He loves him for his relentlessness, the push and pull that woke him back up to the world, that drove the promise that there’s so much more still to life.

He loves him.

That’s all there is to it.

So he says it, hands grasped round his wrists, and watches with a thrill as Sirius’s eyes widen in shock.

“You—”

“Yeah.”

“You love—”

“I do,” Remus says, and pulls his mouth in to meet his.

[itsjaywalkers]

making ghosts, ch 8

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

I really wish I knew Marauders people on Tumblr so we could all flip out about the latest update of Crimson Rivers together because I am Not Fine and have nobody to vent to

[fresiants]

I find it interesting that Sirius and Severus exchanged numerous insults, yet it was being called a coward that particularly upset Sirius.

—when his godfather was not forcing himself to laugh loudly at Fred and George’s jokes or offering everyone more food, his face fell back into a moody, brooding expression. 

Harry was worried that Snape’s accusation of cowardice had stung Sirius so badly he might even now be planning some foolhardy trip beyond Grimmauld Place. 

(OOTP, Ch 24)

Which reminds me of a post I made a few months ago about this one scene in HBP where Harry called Severus a coward, which had a deep impact on him as well.

I swear, sometimes I found these two a little bit similar to each other.

[jamesunderwater]

Uncertainty - A Wolfstar Microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

The feeling of Remus's hand in his was still a shock to him. When they'd first started touching one another again, the unfamiliar calluses had been a difficult adjustment. The once-soft hands of the boy he knew had been replaced by the hands of a man, ones that told a story of a hard and lonely existence.

But it had been years since those first nervous touches. He knew the man that Remus was now, inside and out. What shocked him was the freedom with which they were able to live. In a world post-war, though sideways glances still came for the werewolf and ex-con lovers, they were by and large unbothered. And this meant holding hands. In public. With a realtor.

The apartment they were currently touring was gorgeous, he had to admit. It was their twelfth tour, after nearly all the rest had been a disaster. They’d decided to look at something a bit nicer this time, and Sirius could tell that Remus was already in love. The high ceilings and window seats were enough to sell him, but add in the ornate fireplaces, original stained-glass windows, and study with wall to wall built in shelves, and Sirius could see the logic leaving Remus's mind by the second. They couldn’t really afford this place. But he doubted that would matter much.

"Darling, imagine it!" Remus whispered to him, and Sirius blushed as he always did at the pet name. "There's the extra room for Harry whenever he comes round, and this living room is certainly large enough to host everyone, should we want to." His amber eyes were glittering in a way that drew a smile to Sirius's lips spontaneously.

"It's gorgeous, yeah," Sirius breathed, looking around. "But...I mean," he glanced at the realtor and steered Remus to a corner a little further away. "It's pretty far out of our price range, love. I mean--quite a bit."

He watched Remus's face fall, then switch quickly into calculating mode. Sirius's eyes moved across his partner's expression, wanting to trust whatever mental maneuvering was going on in Remus’s mind. But it was difficult to ignore the nervous twisting of his gut. The idea of stretching this far beyond their limit made him want to squirm; he felt a familiar anxiety creeping up his neck, and involuntarily jerked his head to the side, twitching as if casting off some sort of ghost. Ever since his time on the run as Snuffles, Sirius had struggled with a fear of going without. He’d experienced so many days with little to nothing to eat, months of sleeping in caves or forest clearings—a seemingly endless life of uncertainty. Now, whenever his subconscious thought that something might threaten to throw him back into that place of lack, he found himself overwhelmed with an anxious need to get things back under control.

The longer Remus deliberated, the harder it was for Sirius to keep himself from dragging the other man out of the building. “Remus?” He finally urged, an edge to his voice as he tried to pull the other man out of whatever mind hole he’d fallen into.

Remus’s eyes finally focused on him. He seemed to notice that Sirius’s posture and energy had changed, and two wrinkles appeared between his brow as he looked concernedly down at him. A moment passed between them, after which Remus’s eyes softened. “Ah,” was all he said, taking Sirius’s hand in his again. He laced their fingers, and Sirius felt a bit of the tension leave his body.  

Finally, Remus spoke, the dam of Sirius’s nervous energy breaking at the sound of his voice. “Alright, yes, it’s outside of what we discussed. But, Sirius, I really think we could do it. I mean,” he paused, tugging Sirius into the main bedroom. “Just think of it. The two of us, with a real home. Not a dingy flat or a cottage in disrepair,” He turned to Sirius, grasping his other hand and looking down at him with hopeful, happy eyes. “A real, lovely home, all our own.” The two men, though nearing forty, had known little housing security in their lives. This search had been supposed to be their chance to find something that truly belonged to them, where they could settle down together.

“Darling, I know it’s frightening. I know it isn’t what we discussed. But it isn’t impossible. And…we deserve this, Sirius,” he added, pausing. “You are deserving of good things.”  

Sirius took in a deep breath at these words. He recognized that his fear and certainty that this was not something they could manage was not purely based in truth. They wouldn’t have looked if it were truly impossible. And he did not see Remus lit up this way over many things. He might not have been able to fully accept that he deserved good things, but a firmness settled in place of the anxiety in his stomach: Remus most definitely deserved a home he adored.

Sirius met his partner’s sparkling, waiting eyes, and smiled softly up at him. “Well, I’ve been deserving of one good thing, at least,” he reached up, sliding a hand behind Remus’s neck, and pulled his lips down to meet his own. Breaking apart a moment later, he whispered, “I suppose one more good thing couldn’t hurt.”

[merverse]

hello! i made some book covers for crimson rivers cause i was bored and ended up really liking them so here they are <3 im really proud about the first one tbh 

[mrsaluado]

lari from @hotchfiles' archive for fics unrelated to criminal minds.

tags on this post will guide you to works for each character & type of reader.

[crispysheepofman]

HOLY SHIT THE KYD UPDATE!!!

Uhhh wolfstar my heart! Its so angsty and soooo good! Gahh i love them

And we got lily this chapter!!!! Lily my beloved <3