On the list of Very Bad Things Sirius Black has done, Snogging Moony In a Bathroom is really only eighth or ninth.
Over the years, Sirius Black has been the everpresent devil on Remus Lupin's shoulder.
They shuffle around, devoid of purpose, living out of habit more than anything else. Sirius doesn’t seem to notice. Sirius doesn’t notice anything, except for when his cigarettes have run out or when James’ letters stop coming.
James and Sirius are throwing a party, but for the life of him, Remus can't help but look beneath the booze and the debauchery and wish to god that absolutely any of it felt real.
Do you love me, Moony?"
The grass was wet and cool, but the night air was warm and even wetter. James lay stretched out, catlike and relaxed, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of pale midsection. Sirius leaned in and bit it. Sirius/James with Remus/Sirius implications.
It's a bit dusty and dim, and James is standing just a bit to close, and honestly, it is too bloody hot for any of this nonsense...
Remus Lupin is very tired and sore, and not nearly as annoyed as he'd like to be that one Sirius Black will not let him bloody sleep. Slightly angsty, first time.
A series of 6 letters written by Remus during Sirius's time in Azkaban, followed by some... other material...
Sirius is informed of Regulus's death, but Remus is left to deal with the aftermath.
Updated: And we are legend. We are epic. Your hips on my hips are a million words wound through the pages of history. Post-Hogwarts angst, probably more to come...
Remus is drunk. Very drunk. And Sirius is a git who does not know when to let a thing go. Fluff, drunk Marauders.
The first time Remus leaves, it is ugly and it is painful, and it is does not go as he'd hoped.
The problem with beginnings is that they always end.
The things they shouldn't know are the ones they will have to work the hardest to forget.
You didn't see it coming. It came out of the maze, and that's where it had to stay. It couldn't survive in the real world.
Sirius is always away, and Remus works in a library.
He finds there are six in all. Yes, some incidents are more difficult to categorize than others, but in the end, each encounter boils down to some shade of six.
Six letters spanning five years.
Two young men and one old cinema.