The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black has crushed a werewolf uprising that threatened their Empire. One lone wolf is left standing. Sirius, the deviant Black heir, is captivated by the handsome werewolf and takes him as his slave, heedless of the consequences. What begins as pure passion has the power to destroy not only Sirius' heart, but an entire empire. AU Wolfstar

"Merlin, we live in a Muggle neighborhood now!" Sirius exclaimed, eyes wide, as if the thought had just occurred to him. Remus looked at him in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?" "That means Santa can come bring us presents!" The silence after Sirius' statement was deafening.

A blizzard, firewhisky, a lap dance, and two oblivious boys. What could possibly go wrong?

Remus turned to face his husband. "Your godson is engaged to a Malfoy. He's used to the finer things in life and I, for one, would like to make sure this dinner is not only pleasant, but that he knows we are not peasants." Sirius barked a laugh. "So the truth is, you want to show off for the little bugger!"

"I don't have much to do here other than think about things; what I think about the most is you. It's always been you, Moony. What a twist on those stories, huh? I fell in love with the big, bad wolf. No princes here, just two bloody fools who couldn't save each other." This piece was written for the 2017 R/S Games

Four very different birthdays throughout Sirius' life. A drabble that turned into quite a bit more celebrating Sirius' birthday.

Anger surging through him, Theo stepped closer. "How about telling me where you've been for the last eight years? How about explaining why you didn't come back when you promised me you would? Maybe start off with 'Theo, I'm sorry I was such a fucking twat and ran off'"

Growling low in his throat, Remus' voice was rough as he spoke against Sirius' skin. "Men always look at you, Sirius. You're bloody gorgeous, and you know it...I like that they look because I know you're mine, and they can't have you. But touching is off limits. No one else can touch you but me. You're mine."

"Well you turn me on all the time, to be honest. But watching you let loose like that...Fuck, Moony, it's so bloody hot."

8th Year story. "Wh-What are we doing?" Harry panted, his hands still buried in Draco's platinum locks. He felt the shudder that ran through Draco's body as his hands teased the hair at the nape of his neck. Draco shook his head slightly, turning to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down his throat. "I have no fucking clue."

No matter how much she loves him, she refuses to be his secret.