When Remus was seven years old, a mysterious man came through a blocked out window in his home. He said he was from the future, and that there was a rift in space-time linking their timelines and putting them both in danger.
Now grown, Remus is sure he must've made up the whole thing – but did he?
Or: The premise of The Girl In The Fireplace (Doctor Who S02E04), but make it Wolfstar.
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Here's my second offering for @marauders-sci-fi-month! I loved working on this one so much. It's completely written, and the last chapter is coming on Jan 12th (Day 12 - Portals, for the Sci-Fi Month).
Again, on a Thursday, because I'm that predictable.
So, on this past week I just worked very hard to finish the fic I'm writing for @marauders-sci-fi-month. I'm so excited about it, and I'm so happy I'm finally done, I just have maybe a thousand words to write and conclude it! Let's hope I get it done by the end of the week.
I have two snippets for you today.
“It’s only been two minutes to me,” Sirius says. He’s still holding Remus’ hand in between both of his, and it’s so warm. “I got there, I could still feel your kiss on my lips and I– I couldn’t just never see you again.”
For the first time in so many weeks, Remus smiles. The warmth of Sirius’ touch spreads through him, and he doesn't feel cold and hopeless and alone anymore.
“I called for you,” he says. “I really needed you, and I called, and you came.”
He isn’t sure who starts it this time, only that suddenly Sirius’s lips are on his, just as soft and perfect as he remembers them to be. Sirius’ hand comes up to his jaw, thumb brushing against the rough stubble there – he hasn’t shaved in a while – and Sirius lets out a quiet sigh, pulling away just an inch.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asks gently. “Why are you so sad?”
Remus shakes his head, eyes still fixed on Sirius’s mouth.
“Later. Now, just– Just make me forget,” he says in a soft whisper, so much more vulnerable than he would let anyone else see. “Please.”
And also, because I'm very happy about the smut scene I wrote yesterday, here's a bit of it I shared on my Insta Stories yesterday, so I'll share it here too.
NSFW under the cut.
He doesn’t let himself stop, though. He can’t. If he does, the thoughts will rush back in, and he’d give anything to stay right here, suspended in this hazy cloud of pleasure. He leans down and drags Sirius into another heated kiss, hands fisting at the fabric of his clothes, urging him closer.
Then Sirius is back on his lap, straddling his hips, and Remus’ hands roam everywhere – shoving his stupid shirt out of the way, wrapping around his waist, scratching up and down his back. He buries his face in the crook of Sirius’ neck and inhales him in, lets his scent crowd everything else. He sucks a mark on Sirius’ skin, then bites down, savouring the way Sirius twitches in response.
Sirius’ cock is already half out of his trousers – because he’d been touching himself while he sucked Remus off – and just the thought of that is enough to make Remus start to harden again, somehow. His hand drifts down Sirius’ stomach, fingers tracing the soft trail of hair that starts at his navel.
“Is that okay?” He asks before he touches him, even though Sirius is all but begging with his body.
Sirius nods, so eager, and the moment Remus’ hand wraps around his cock, a thick bead of precome spills free as Sirius trembles in his lap.
“Oh fuck, Moony, please–” Sirius moans.
Remus obeys instantly, stroking him. It’s slow and tentative at first. He’s never done this to someone else before, but it isn’t all that different from doing it to himself. And judging by Sirius’s reactions, he’s not doing terribly.
