#post poa

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar fic canon divergent fic recs: post-azkaban, bring back black, lie low at lupins

Let me know what I missed including self recs, and give the authors all the love.

New additions in red:

--Your Mess is Mine by @igetje answering the age-old question of what on earth Professor Lupin got up to during Goblet of Fire. A story of two damaged men hesitantly finding their way back to each other, of love against the odds.

-Lie Low at Posada de Cachorritos (with Lupin) by Igetje Sirius and remus go to tropics after poa

•Remain in Light by @veeagainsttheday (175k)

•A Store of Happiness by coyotesuspect (10k)

•An Unexpected Reunion by @r33sespieces (37k) Remus raising Harry when Sirius escaped

•Till We Have Arrived Home Again by prouvairing (43k) in 99, harry visits with news

•He Is Part Of Our Family Too by Lucigoo89 a gift for me 💙💙

•Beyond the Veil by Atalan bring black back

•Leave the Children Behind by @montparnassee

•Dignity be Damned by @violetthistle1 (121k)

•How Long 'Til My Soul Gets It Right by krabapple @severedreamerfox 88k

•Chiaroscuro by krabapple 17k

•December's Light by krabapple (16k)

•Where do we go from here? by realismreading

•Darling, I’d go through it again by lez_writes13 (32k)

•It gets so hard to breathe (when you're looking at me) by arcane_illusions and @neondomino (57k)

•Wherever I Am/You'll Always Be series by @brigid-faye

•The Postwar Chronicles by @sliebman10 post canon series

•Give Quarter to Old Men - @krethes series

Open ended:

•used my best colours for your portrait by littleoldrachel

•I Keep Mine Hidden by insatiablerealist (36k)

-On my tbr/recs from others-

• Darklands by orestesfasting (wip 15/16)

•One to Speak, Another to Hear by @seventymilestobabylon (60k)

•It Wouldn't Be An Adventure Without You by @myheadsgonenumb

•Hounds of Love by estas_absentis (15k) lie low

•The Long Road Home by orphan_account (15k) bbb

•Three Days (The Rebuilding the Temple Remix) by victoria_p (musesfool) ootp era (15k)

•Be With Me Always by TheHufflebean (63k) bbb

•No One's Gonna Love You by Anonymous (109k)

•Laughing all the way by Wheatmarten

•beautiful boy (darling boy) by @impishTubist  roaming_the_greenwood1 mpreg at grimmauld and Sirius is able to get custody of Harry, navigating dynamics, plus pining wolfstar and get together

•A grave mistake by @soloorganaas Sirius back from the viel and navigating complicated situation with Remus being married to Tonks.

•Black Oblivion by @alandia-wings Remus Sirius and tonks all survive

•In Daylight by Essie_Cat

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-- there is also a long list at wolfstar warehouse including older ones and many off of ao3--

[sliebman10]

First Touch

After the hurried hug in the Shack, Remus kept a safe distance from Sirius. He wasn’t sure what was still allowed between them. He wouldn’t blame Sirius if he didn’t want Remus near him at all.

Now, as he tapped the doorknob to their flat with his wand, he was nervous. This is the first moment they had to themselves, truly alone, in almost thirteen years.

Sirius stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. “It still looks the same. Not much for redecorating, are you, Moony?”

Remus huffed a laugh, relieved that Sirius wanted to lighten the mood despite everything heavy that hung between them. “Not really. I don’t exactly have money to spare.” He tried to see it through Sirius’s eyes. What did he see?

“Do you remember when James set the curtains on fire?” Sirius asked suddenly, putting his hand on Remus’s arm and pointing. Remus looked at the point of contact, at how Sirius’s fingers were still long and tapered, even if they were also too thin like the rest of him.

Remus took his hand and threaded their fingers together, holding both of their hands against his heart. “I remember. I also remember what happened later that night,” Remus said with a small smile.

A faint blush spread over Sirius’s cheeks. “Me too.”

Word count: 220

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[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

The floorboards of the Shrieking Shack groan as Sirius takes a step back, as if trying to get a better look at him. Remus stays by the sagging bedframe, arms crossed, wand still loose in one scarred hand. The rat—Wormtail—twitches in the corner, trapped under Ron’s trembling grip. No one speaks.

Hermione clutches her wand tightly, wide-eyed. Harry’s breathing is loud in the stillness, furious and fast. But Sirius… Sirius is frozen.

Because Remus is not what he expected.

He looks older, yes—more lines around the eyes, more grey in the hair, like the world sanded down all the softness. But it’s the body that startles Sirius most. The loose jumper can’t quite hide the shape beneath: thick shoulders, a solid chest, and arms that look like they’ve carried too much for too long. Not bulky. But powerful.

When did he get so—?

Sirius’s breath snags before he can finish the thought. He remembers a too-thin Remus in threadbare cardigans, all quiet bones and apology. This is… this is something else entirely.

“Moony,” he says, hoarse.

Remus’s eyes flicker. The smallest nod. “Padfoot.”

And God, that almost breaks him.

“I thought…” Sirius swallows. “When I escaped—I wasn’t sure if you were alive. I imagined—hell, I imagined you’d died years ago. Quietly. Without anyone.”

The words hang in the air like smoke.

Remus’s mouth tightens. He doesn’t move. “I didn’t.”

“No,” Sirius murmurs. “I can see that now.”

It’s meant to be a joke, or almost—a gesture toward normal. But it comes out reverent. The way someone speaks at an altar.

Behind them, Ron shifts slightly, muttering under his breath. The rat’s pink paws twitch.

Sirius doesn’t care.

“I didn’t expect—” He gestures vaguely. “The scars. The… the rest.”

Remus huffs softly, without smiling. “Werewolf. War. Life.”

“You’re…” Sirius starts, then falters. Because the truth is you’re beautiful, but that feels stupid and wrong when there’s so much blood between them and a traitor in the room.

“You’re stronger,” he finishes instead.

Remus’s brow lifts, just a bit. “So are you. You’re alive.”

“Not quite,” Sirius says, too quickly. “Not all the way.”

They look at each other then, really look, and Sirius wonders what he would’ve done if Remus had been just a little closer. If they were alone. If this wasn’t all happening in the rotting bones of a house built for pain.

He takes a step forward anyway.

The rat in the corner squeals.

And the moment—like everything else in their lives—breaks.

But Sirius can still feel it. The weight of Remus’s gaze. The shape of him now. The heat still caught in his chest.

The way he wants to kneel and press his face to Remus’s abs and beg for twenty years back.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

@wolfstarmicrofic prompt: martyr!

“You- the whole time you knew he was innocent, and you treated him like a fucking martyr!” Remus gripped Dumbledore’s desk so harshly his knuckles were turning white, furious gaze meeting Dumbledore’s calm eyes.

“It was necessary for-“

“For the bloody cause, you motherfucker, you-“ Remus took a shaking breath and straightened himself up, pushing away from the desk. “I quit.”

(61 words.)

[loop-deloo]

after-love

for prompt “hate”  @wolfstarmicroficmicrofic

“I don’t understand,” Harry says to Professor Lupin, “I thought you hated him.”

“I think probably at one point.” Lupin replies after a pause. “I probably hated him for longer than I loved him, if we do the maths.”

“And that all just goes away?” Harry asks, looking up at his teacher-turned-mentor with wide eyes.

“The hate? or the love?”

“Both? I don’t know, I suppose I was asking about the hate.” Now Harry looks back to his cooling tea.

“Well it wasn’t based on anything real, was it? And if I’m being really honest with myself—which I loathe to do for things like this—I don’t think I ever stopped loving him.”

Sirius closes his eyes behind the door and takes a deep, shaky breath.

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 9 & 10 - position & kettle

It’s late. Probably around 3 AM, maybe 4 AM, but he can’t be sure. He lost his sense of timing a long time ago. He only knows it’s night time and that there’s a few more days until the full moon.

He’s in the living room, eyes glued on the telly his godson and… lover? no, not anymore– Harry and Remus insisted on getting for their small cottage. The volume is at minimum, so he’s not really listening, but his hands are too shaky to manage magic right now.

He had a nightmare. He hates nightmares, honestly. These past few months he’s been seeing Dementors and how they made him feel, what they made him see, but once in a while his mind would turn on him and give him a night terror.

Like tonight.

He’s still shivering and the cold sweat is not helping, so he decides to grab the blanket that they always keep on the sofa, wrap it around him and go to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

He puts his hair on a bun, securing it with his wand –useless to him right now– and steps on his toes to get the muggle kettle he’s only seen Harry use a couple of times, and it's storaged at the top of the cupboards.

He carefully positions the artifact in front of him and observes. He tightens the blanket around him, narrowing his eyes, picturing what Harry does whenever he uses it.

First, fill it with water. Sirius does it with still shaky hands. Second, put it on the stove and turn on the stove. Sirius manages to do it on his first try and he feels just a tiny bit proud of himself. Third, wait until it boils.

In the meantime, prepare the tea.

As he’s putting the bag in his favorite mug, one that Harry gifted him for his birthday, he stops and listens carefully.

Steps.

Harry or Remus woke up. He hopes whoever it is, is just going to the bathroom and then back to sleep. He doesn’t like bothering his loved ones for silly things like a nightmare.

He’s proven wrong when Remus appears at the kitchen door, sleepy and looking… cuddly, in a big sweater and plain pajamas, hair a mess. Sirius hugs the blanket closer to him and locks eyes with Remus’.

“Alright?” Remus yawns, and the sight puts a tiny smile on Sirius’ chapped lips.

“Yeah,” he answers quietly, noticing he’s stopped shivering. He’s still cold, though. “Just making some tea…” Remus nods and walks inside. Sirius’ eyes follow every movement he makes, how he reaches for his own mug and takes the teabags’ box from his hands, how he puts one for himself on the mug. He slowly places the box on the counter and turns to face Sirius. “Alright?” He whispers, a bit in wonder, like he always is with Remus.

Remus’ smiles with his lips sealed and Sirius fights the urge to reach out and outline them with his thumb. Hopefully, one day, they can be a new version of what they used to be. “Yeah,” he nods. “Thought I’d join you in your early morning tea.”

Sirius doesn’t feel cold anymore, and smiles briefly. “Thank you.”

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[wolfstarshipping]

I'll Be Yours In a Landslide (8464 words) by MoonCat457 (@mooncat457writing) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Lie Low at Lupin's Summary: You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher —the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin’s for a while, I will contact you there.

Coming together again in the summer of 1995.

Comment: I've been really into Lie Low at Lupin's-fics recently and this one was wonderful! I loved reading about their slow reconnecting, how they reluctantly start to create intimacy again between each other, and I especially loved Remus taking care of Sirius's hair and may or may not have cried a bit at the end!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[snufluffles]

not-six-sentence it's-not-sunday

seeing this on my dash and i haven’t been tagged but i like it, so here, have a snippet from a fic where Sirius finds out about Harry’s abuse at the Dursleys post-PoA.....

“Look, Harry... are you uncomfortable with me asking questions?”

“No, it’s - okay.”

“You don’t seem so, love.” The endearment slips out of Sirius casually, without a second thought, and it takes him a moment to realize why Harry’s looking at Sirius with slightly widened eyes. He tilts his head. “Are you okay with that?”

“With what...?” Harry’s voice is a little high.

“Endearments.”

Harry swallows, shrugs. “Yeah, I guess... I’ve never had it before.”

Sirius’ chest knots. “Never?”

“Yeah. But, I like it.”

He exhales a tight coil of breath. “Alright, love.”