I, Werewolf: Part 5 + Epilogue
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amulyTitle: I, Werewolf: Part V + Epilogue
Pairing: Sirius/ Remus
Word Count: 3,947/31,252
Rating: NC-17 (finally!)
Summary: Remus and Sirius have been together since third year, but as their fifth year draws to a close, still haven’t had penetrative intercourse. Remus is afraid his condition could cause complications, and the literature on the subject is contradictory or bigoted. Will Sirius and Remus ever get to shag? (Answer: Yes.)
Warnings: almost-felching, minor come play
A/N: That’s it! Yay! Ugh, I gotta tell you, this fic was killing me. Totally interfering with the dozens of other fics that need to get written. But, it’s done, finally, so here you go! Oh, and I thought about posting the epilogue separately, but it’s so short I figured I’d include it too ^.^
Also: Single post FTW!
Previous Parts: I, II, III, & IV
That morning, Sirius ripped James and Peter away from Remus with unprecedented urgency. “Come on! Wormtail, you wanted to go to the lake, yeah? Then let’s go to the lake!”
Peter was otherwise occupied with sipping his morning tea slowly and making light breakfast conversation with Remus. “Well, do you figure Advanced Arithmacy would be that hard? I mean, Lucius took it, and he’s no you.”
Remus shrugged, looking for all the world like he was enjoying his and Peter’s leisurely conversation. Sirius, however, could pick up on all the minute signals. The way a single, elegant index finger was stroking the rim of his teacup; the way he sat leaning just slightly away from Peter, as if he were tensing to jump out of his chair and away from the conversation.
“Pete, come on.” Sirius was practically dragging Peter out of the chair, away from Remus. How was Remus supposed to get any reading done today if all they did was distract him? And of course he couldn’t just tell Peter to leave Remus alone, in the interest of his and Sirius’ long-awaited sexy-times. Sirius had been all for showing the book to James and Peter, but Remus objected.
“Padfoot, think about it.”
“I am thinking about it,” Sirius grumbled, shifting to adjust the semi that wouldn’t go away, even after a spectacular morning frotting session. “Been thinking about it since we got the blasted book.”
“Sirius,” Remus cupped Sirius’ face in his hands, amber eyes wide with sympathy. “We’ve only had the book for seven hours. And six of those were spent asleep.”
“But why can’t we tell them?”
Remus’ hand dropped away from Sirius’ face as the brown-haired young man glanced around the room. “You know how they are...” a flush spread up his neck as he glanced back to Sirius. “I don’t want them to know that we’ve…you know.”
Sirius’ frustration abated as he watched Remus shift uncomfortably. Stepping closer, he pressed his lips to Remus’ in a chaste kiss. “Alright. They don’t have to know.”
James, upon seeing Sirius’ impatience – though the cause behind it remained a mystery to him – jerked his head toward the door. “Yeah, come on Wormtail. Time to tan that pasty skin.”
Sirius laughed. “Eh, more likely to just burn, right Wormy?” Aha! That got Peter’s attention, even if it was just a glare. Sirius pressed forward. “Your sorry arse probably’ll just sink to the bottom of the lake, won’t it? Oh, wait,” a wicked grin crossed Sirius’ face. “I forgot: fat floats.”
With a roar Peter was off, chasing after Sirius, who fled down to the lake. James followed the two boys out into the sunlight, racing toward the lake with them. As Sirius glanced back over his shoulder, just before the house vanished from sight, he caught a glimpse of Remus’ face peering out after them from the attic window.
Hours later, Sirius was lying on the lakeshore, exhausted and sweaty. The sun was at its zenith, and beat down onto his skin. He rolled listlessly on his back on the grass, enjoying the tickle of it over his bare skin.
“Look like Padfoot, doing that,” James commented from somewhere under the shade of the big tree.
In response, Sirius brought his arms and legs up into the air, kicking them like his canine alter-ego. “Woof!”
A shadow crossed across his face, and Sirius opened his eyes, squinting. Immediately he had to shut his eyes again against the blinding glare of the sun. Sitting up, Sirius shaded his eyes with a hand and opened his eyes more carefully. Fluttering in front of him was a paper butterfly: one of the devices Mrs. Potter used to send the boys messages. Frowning, Sirius plucked it out of the air and unfolded it. Rather than Mrs. Potter’s flowering handwriting, he was confronted with Remus’ more wispy script.
Ready. In the attic.
-Remus
PS: Bring lube
Sirius felt a powerful jolt of lust wrack him. He jumped up, glancing around for some sort of excuse.
“Is the note from Mrs. Potter?” Peter was lying under the tree with James, watching Sirius warily with blonde hair askew.
“No, um…” Sirius fumbled for an excuse. “Remus wanted me to help with, um, research.”
Peter rolled his eyes, but fell back down onto the grass with a wet thump. James waved Sirius away without even looking up.
With the note still clutched firmly in his hand, Sirius raced off, back to the Potter residence. When he arrived the house was quiet – Mrs. Potter had mentioned she might have some errands to run that day, and the boys were to “behave themselves” while she was away. Sirius clambered up the two sets of stairs to the attic, – taking a quick detour to grab a tube of lube from his trunk – bursting in with unbridled enthusiasm.
And there was Remus.
Sirius’ feet and heart both stopped at the sight that greeted him on the other side of the attic door. Remus was curled up on a spare mattress in the center of the attic, legs crossed under him, book in his lap. Dust swirled in little eddies around his head, and with the sunlight streaming in from a single open window, they lit him up with a sort of golden aura. He had an inkpot and quill on the floor next to the mattress, which he had apparently been using to mark things in his book. His fingers were ink-stained, and there was a black smudge under one eye, where he must have rubbed without realizing it.
Remus’ head whipped up, face breaking into a grin as he caught sight of Sirius. He hadn’t even remembered to throw proper clothes on as he raced back, and suddenly Sirius felt underdressed in just his swim shorts. The air in the attic cooled his skin as he felt the heat from the sun slowly roll off of him. He felt his nipples pebbling as he stood there, and blushed lightly in embarrassment.
“You got my note?”
Sirius walked slowly, almost reverently, over to the mattress. “Yeah.” He reached forward and brushed a cobweb from Remus’ hair, hand lingering on Remus’ head.
Remus’ grin widened even more, if possible. “This book is perfect, Sirius. It has everything we could ever need to know about werewolves. And all proper information, too.”
Sirius hummed noncommittally as he listened to Remus pick-up steam.
“Oh, and our theory about Dumbledore knowing? Absolutely confirmed.” Remus grinned up at Sirius from the dusty old mattress. He held something between thumb and forefinger; it took Sirius another few seconds before he focused enough to figure out what it was.
“A phoenix feather? From Fawkes, you think?”
Remus shrugged. “Probably, right? And it was slipped in, conveniently bookmarking Chapter 8, which was ‘Sexy Beast: Dispelling all those nonsense myths about sex with a werewolf’. He definitely knows why we needed this book.”
Sirius dropped down to his knees, kicking up a cloud of dust and sending Remus into a sneezing fit. “Can we not talk about Dumbledore knowing we’re shagging? It’s quite the turn-off.”
Remus mock shrugged. “Oh, well, if you’re turned-off I guess all of this new information I read can wait…” He made to get up, before Sirius threw himself atop him and kept him pinned to the mattress.
“Can’t wait, nope. Still completely aroused – all thoughts of Dumbledore are out of my head. No room in there for anything except my Remus.”
Scrunching up his nose, Remus stuck his tongue out at Sirius’ soppy proclamation. “Poofter. Well, Dumbledore is beside the point. Look at all the information I got.” The book lay open next to Remus and he grabbed for it, shoving it under Sirius’ nose.
“It can’t be transmitted and you won’t hurt me, right?” Sirius was already nuzzling at Remus’ neck, hands sliding down to rest on bony hips.
“Well, sure, that’s the basics, but there’s so much else!” Remus was riffling through the already extensively dog-eared tome.
Sirius groaned, trying to kiss Remus on the lips, but finding himself forced to settle with trailing a line of kisses down Remus’ jaw as he pulled away and pointed at the book.
“Wait, Sirius, and look at this part.” Remus struggled away from Sirius’ fingers, which were busy trying to snake their way under his shirt. “She says that three to four days before the full moon, she does get more aggressive during sex, and even hornier. She says her husband just lets her take control and, uh, ‘be on top’ - though I guess that just means physically on top, not like, inserting things…” Remus trailed off as he scanned the page, “at least I don’t think…Anyway, but she says even day of full, she’s never so aggressive that she hurts her husband or anything during sex. And it’s not just women, either! She knows a male werewolf who says he’s the same way, but he’s never hurt his wife. No mention of gay couples, but then again, if there had been I would have been positively floored. So, we’ll probably just have to end up switching around: I’ll top just before full, if I feel like it, and whoever can top any other time of the month.”
Sirius gave up all foreplay and ripped his own shorts off, throwing them across the room. He leaned forward and ripped Remus’ shirt off next, sending buttons flying. Before Remus could even start, Sirius was there, clapping a hand over Remus’ mouth and staring into his eyes. “I’ll sew them back on. All I care about now is who’s gonna top right now.”
Sirius’ eyes dropped as they followed Remus’ Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly. Carefully, Sirius peeled his hand away from Remus’ mouth in order to let him answer. “Um…why don’t…why don’t you…”
“You want me to…to you…” Sirius went a little light-headed at the thought, blood rushing quickly south. “I…” he swallowed thickly. “You sure?”
With a blush and ducked head, Remus nodded. “Yeah. I…I like it when you’re…on top of me…” he peered up through his fringe of golden-brown hair at Sirius. “I like feeling your weight on me.”
Sirius surged forward, kissing Remus firmly. Oh Merlin. He…Remus wanted him. Sirius was going to be on top, and inside Remus, and… “Fuck, damn it. Remus, we have to…I can’t…” Sirius growled as he pulled away, hand gripping the base of his erection firmly. “I don’t know if I can last…” Just the thought of getting to do that to Remus was sending Sirius to the edge all-too-quickly.
But Remus was looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I need to do this, Sirius. Just…if it’s over in a second, it’s okay.” He slid out of his jeans as he lay there, before sitting up. He crawled onto Sirius’ lap, eyes fluttering as their naked arousals met. “I…” he leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of Sirius’ ear. A shudder ripped through Sirius as he felt Remus’ hot breath. “I need to feel you in me.”
Sirius pushed Remus off of him with a cry, scrambling to climb on top and kiss Remus into oblivion. Their hips rolled against each other violently, bony hipbones bruising tender flesh.
Abruptly, Sirius pulled back, hands scrambling around for the lube. He hitched Remus’ legs up onto his shoulders, glancing down at him. “I…I have to prepare you first. Otherwise it’ll hurt.”
Remus nodded, eyes wide and darkened with lust. With shaking fingers Sirius managed to uncap the bottle and squeeze too much into his fingers. He pressed one forward into Remus without preamble – there would be no teasing foreplay today. Remus bore down on his finger, then relaxed, hips undulating softly.
“That’s fine. Second finger.”
Sirius nodded, pushing his second lubricated digit in. A moment of discomfort passed across Remus’ face, but his hips continued to thrust down steadily, until he nodded again. “D’you think…three?”
Sirius glanced down at his weeping erection, then at the two fingers buried inside Remus. “Yeah. I think we should. So it won’t hurt.”
Remus nodded, and Sirius slid a third finger inside. This time Remus shifted slightly. Sirius stilled, holding his fingers inside. “Are you…” he noticed Remus’ erection had started to grow less turgid.
“It’s fine. Just getting used to it.” Remus thrust downward, then stopped. “Could you…” he reached down himself, stroking at his erection. “Could you touch my prostate? When…” he blushed, and Sirius thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. “When you press my prostate, I feel more…open.”
Sirius pulled his fingers out and reapplied more lubricant to them, before pushing two in and carefully pushing them back. After a moment of searching… “Ah! There, Sirius. G-g-good…” Remus pulled his hand away from his arousal, hips thrusting down in smooth movements onto Sirius’ fingers. “Ah – ah…Sirius, stop…”
Sirius pulled his fingers away, echoing Remus’ distressed whimpers. This was taking so long. Would it be like this every time?
“Alright, try the…third finger…again.”
Sirius slipped the third digit in, massaging slowly. Remus nodded, hitching his hips up further. “Better,” he breathed.
Carefully Sirius nudged his fingers apart, widening Remus’ passage. That earned a small twitch from Remus, but then his hips were moving slowly again, and he nodded.
“Ready?” Sirius pulled his fingers out, opening the lube for the last time and spreading it over his cock. He hissed at the feel of the cold gel sliding over his heated skin, and tried not to think about what he was about to do. If he did, he would come right then and there.
Remus nodded, adjusting his legs on Sirius’ shoulders and sliding himself closer. “Ready, Sirius.”
Sirius positioned himself before Remus’ entrance, head of his cock pressing against the furled entrance. Remus’ whole body twitched, and Sirius glanced up, worry dampening his arousal. “What if it hurts you?”
Remus shook his head. “It won’t.”
“But what if it does?”
Remus grinned: a small, crooked thing. “I survive the full every month. This should be nothing.”
Sirius leaned forward, capturing Remus’ lips in one final kiss. Then he pulled back, taking a breath. “Okay. Just relax.”
“Maybe I should be the one telling you that,” Remus teased.
One more breath, and Sirius pressed slowly forward. “Oh. Oh.” His eyes squeezed shut as he pressed into Remus, his entrance squeezing tight and hot and perfect around his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” His orgasm threatened to crest before he was even halfway inside, and Sirius had to stop. He paused, panting, and opened his eyes to look down at Remus.
Remus was so beautiful. Mouth open wide, whole face furrowed as he concentrated on the intrusion. A single eye cracked open as he felt Sirius still. “Are you…are you in?”
Sirius shook his head. “Halfway.”
“Fuck.” Sirius watched as Remus swallowed shakily. “Ease…ease in…the rest. Don’t just…”
So Sirius pulled out a little, before moving back in. “Fuck, fuck, Remus…” Sirius’ hands gripped Remus’ thighs reflexively as he tried not to concentrate on the tightness enveloping him. It felt so good. His chest heaved, shallow breaths jerking it up and down as sweat trickled down it.
“You’re hot.” Sirius glanced down at Remus, confused for a moment before the young man laughed and continued. “No, I mean, inside. I can feel…you feel warm. Hot.”
Sirius grinned. “You too. Around me, it’s…” he tried pulling back and pushing back in again, drawing a low moan out of both men. “It’s so tight, Remus. You have to try it next time. So good,” he pulled out and pushed back in again, burying himself deeper inside Remus. Beneath him, Remus keened and arched his back.
“Oh, Sirius, there. You just grazed it…”
Sirius pulled out and pushed back in again, studying Remus’ expression as he did so. Waves of bliss washed over Remus’ face with the inward thrust, and so Sirius kept doing it, just to see that expression on Remus’ face again. In just a few thrusts, Remus was coming, hot stickiness splattering onto his stomach.
And then… “Remus!” Sirius gasped as he felt Remus clench reflexively around him. He couldn’t stand it anymore, and with one last thrust he buried himself completely inside Remus, coming explosively. His vision went white, and he collapsed, falling on top of Remus and sending up a cloud of dust from the mattress.
As he came back to himself, he began to notice a few things. First, he was still inside Remus, even though he could feel himself going limp. He shivered at the sensation, spent cock twitching in interest. Remus groaned, alerting him to the fact that he was lying on top of him. Carefully Sirius pulled himself out as Remus bonelessly unwrapped his legs from atop Sirius.
Sirius’ eyes widened. He watched with fascination as come, his come, trickled out of Remus and onto the mattress. “Remus…” he dipped his finger in it and showed it to him. “Look, it…it came out. Of you.”
Remus refused to move, lying back on the mattress in blissful laziness. “What did you think it would do? Disappear?”
Sirius wiped his finger on the mattress and pulled himself up to lie next to Remus. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at him: eyes still closed, golden-brown hair sweaty and fanning out behind him. “You okay?”
Remus nodded without opening his eyes, smile slowly spreading across his face. “Brilliant.” He whispered.
“You…I mean…I think I pushed all the way in. At the end. Are you…?”
At that, Remus finally opened his eyes, glancing up at Sirius’ hovering face. “No, no, it was fine. I mean…” he shifted, eyes turning inward as he took stock. “Definitely sore. Kind of burns. And itches.” He frowned. “You know, I wouldn’t have noticed that for another few minutes if you hadn’t asked.”
“Sorry, sorry!” Sirius bent down and kissed Remus once before returning his head to his hand. “Just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Remus nodded, eyes sliding shut again. “Perfect, Sirius. Not exactly like I pictured it, but perfect.”
“How’d you picture it?”
Remus shrugged one shoulder. “Dunno. In the dorms, I guess. And with less…less of the specifics involved, I guess.” He opened his eyes again, looking up to Sirius. “You think we’ll get better at it, so it won’t take as long at the start? And I’ll get…” he blushed, barely noticeable under the flush that still stained his cheeks from their recent activities, “You think I’ll get better at…um…taking you? Like, looser? Or more…stretchy?”
Sirius traced a hand down Remus’ stomach, fingers playing in drying come there. “Dunno. I might just have to get better at stretching you out faster, or something.” He grinned cheekily. “I suppose we’ll have to practice.”
Remus nodded seriously. “Loads.”
Sirius giggled in a rather unmanly fashion as he leaned down to snog Remus and roll on top of him. “D’you wanna try me?”
Remus considered, arms wrapped around Sirius’ back. “Not anytime soon. If you don’t mind.” Sirius shook his head. Mind?! As if he could mind getting to fuck Remus’ tight heat. Remus continued. “I kind of feel more like…dunno, it gets me hotter thinking of you on top of me.”
Sirius grinned broadly. “Well, I get hornier when you’re beneath me.”
“Guess it worked out for the best, then?”
Sirius cocked his head. “You were saying earlier that the lady from the book liked being on top before full.”
Remus nodded, eyes lighting up at the mention of the book. “Yeah. And I do, too. At least, I think so.” He grinned. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
Sirius sighed, settling into Remus’ neck and breathing deeply. The attic smelled like dust and sex, now. Sirius thought it was a smell he could get used to.
Remus’ voice floated down from above him, chin bumping against Sirius’ head as he talked. “We’ll have to thank Dumbledore.”
Sirius groaned. “There you go, mentioning old Dumbles again.” He pushed himself upright. “And here I was, ready for another go, and you’ve gone and poured a bucket of cold water over my bits.”
Remus rolled his eyes and pulled Sirius back down to his chest. “You’re not ready again so fast. And neither is my arse, so you’ll just have to hold off a bit.”
Sirius hummed, slowly slipping to sleep even as he tried to convince his body to muster up some energy. “But,” he yawned, “we can do other things…”
Beneath him, Remus was quickly relaxing, muscles losing their tension around Sirius. “Later. Sleep, now.” Sirius’ body seemed to agree with him, and in under a minute he was asleep, Remus curled up beneath him.
Epilogue:
Dumbledore was humming to himself as he stared down the crossword in that day’s Daily Prophet. “Do any of you lot know the Comet’s ’32 Seeker?”
A murmur went through the portraits in his office, before one, Headmistress Diotima, spoke up. “Harold Worthington, I believe.”
Dumbledore counted out the letters carefully. “Why, my dear, I believe you are correct. Thank you.”
He was interrupted from his contemplation of fifteen across by a tapping at his door. “Hm?” The tapping continued, followed by a faint “Hoot”.
“Ah.” Dumbledore waved his hand, and the door opened. In flew a regal-looking owl, small and black. “Yes?”
The howl hooted at him, waving a foot in his direction after she landed on his desk. He set the Prophet down, leaning forward and taking the note from her leg. The owl continued to stare at him in silent reproach. “Is there a reply expected?” The owl continued to stare. “Oh, fine.” He flipped through his desk drawers, finally coming across a small packet of anchovies. He peeled them open, eating one himself before setting the tin in front of the owl. She hooted happily, before leaning down and gobbling down the anchovies.
He looked down at the letter still in one hand.
Professor Dumbledore,
Thank you for your kind gift. It was very thoughtful of you.
Beneath that, in somewhat more elaborate scrawl, was:
You’re a dirty old fiend, Dumbledore. But bloody brilliant. Thanks!
-Remus Lupin
and Sirius Black
Dumbledore smiled down at the letter, quietly pleased with a job well done. A few of the portraits were sneaking around, trying to see the contents of the letter.
Before he could reprove them, a commotion erupted from his doorway. In flew four owls, carrying between them a giant basket. They dropped it on Dumbledore’s desk, nearly taking up the whole space. He stared, befuddled for a moment, at the basket. As he peered inside through the clear wrapping, he saw packages overflowing with lemon drops, chocolate frogs, every-flavor jellybeans, and more.
With a tap of his fingers the clear wrapping paper fell away, revealing more sweets inside. And on top of the whole pile was a picture. It was facedown, and on the back was a scrawled Thank you! He turned it over, to reveal a picture of Sirius and Remus, waving enthusiastically at him and holding hands. Picture-Sirius tried to pull picture-Remus in for a snog, though picture-Remus squirmed and tried to slide away, resulting in the side of his face getting covered in enthusiastic French kisses.
“Heard about that, from the portraits back in the Black home!” The voice of Headmaster Phineas rose above the tittering of the other portraits as they leaned in to get a look at the picture. “Disgrace to the family.”
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the portrait. With a smug grin he unwrapped a chocolate frog and popped it into his mouth, leaning back in his chair.
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:43 am (UTC)but why was this over so fast? *sniffles* anyway, it was bloody brilliant (to use sirius' words). and i guess i'll just continue reading your oneshots then ;)
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Date: 2010-07-14 11:55 am (UTC)I've got a few one shots/sequels in the works right now, like my sequel to "Graduation Day". Plus I'm in the MP_LDWS challenge, so make sure you head over there to check out the drabbles/vote every week! Even if mine aren't the best, there'll be plenty of great fic (as you can see, I'm not well-versed in the art of "drabble").
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Date: 2010-07-14 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-14 01:29 pm (UTC)-Remus
PS: Bring lube
Best note ever. haha.
this was sooo sweet! Yay for doin it! and Chapter 8 "Sexy Beast" ? haha.
and oh my, Sirius ripping his clothes off and popping buttons while Remus is still reading!
Sweetly awkward first time sex which was perfect for them I think.
Loved the whole epilogue! Oh Dumbles. *grins lecherously*
I really enjoyed this entire fic, in case I haven't made that sufficiently clear!
Sad to see it over. :-(
Great stuff!
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Date: 2010-07-14 01:34 pm (UTC)So glad you liked the whole thing!
Now that this epic saga is over I'll have more time to write some cute/funny oneshots, so be sure to look out for those if you want some more cute sexiness! (and yeah, I'm pretty much incapable of writing SRSBSNS!angst. Ah, well...)
PS: Sorry Remus wasn't on top :( But that's how I had this one worked out. I *do* write top!Remus, it just has to be the right time of the month for him ~.^
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Date: 2010-07-14 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:54 pm (UTC)I tried to tread a fine line between "hot" and realistic: still smexy enough to be satisfying, but not ridiculous for a first time.
Besides, it's my feeling that there's nothing sexier than a guy taking the care to prepare his partner properly. *hugs Sirius*
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:59 pm (UTC)Besides, it's my feeling that there's nothing sexier than a guy taking the care to prepare his partner properly. - Naww, yes, very true.
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Date: 2010-07-14 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 01:09 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2010-07-15 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 01:11 am (UTC)And hey, that's what friends are for: listening to your creepy sex research.
So I guess you finished writing the fic you were working on? In which case: yay!
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Date: 2010-07-15 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 02:40 pm (UTC)I prefer bottom Remus too, though every once in a while I'll let it be close to the "full moon" and let Remus take over.
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Date: 2010-07-16 05:21 am (UTC)Uuber excited Sirius is so cute! And nerdy little Remus being more excited about what the book says than the boy on top of him is probably the most adorable thing I've ever seen. I LOVE this fic!! *adds to memories*
<3
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Date: 2010-07-16 05:25 am (UTC)So glad you liked this whole mini-epic of mine ^.^
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-25 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-25 05:26 pm (UTC)There is a possible mini-sequel in the works, so when I get around to it (hopefully soon) you'll have a little more of the pups ^.^
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:14 am (UTC)I did not want this story to end, ever! It's so lovely and perfect in every way possible! These two are my OTP and this is truly my most favorite story. Thank you for making this so irresistibly enjoyable!
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:21 am (UTC)Two things:
1.] You can check out other stories I have of Sirius and Remus over at the side of the page *points left* under my "Ficlist Masterlist".
2.] Once a shipper, always a shipper. Doesn't matter what happened after book five. In fact, *points left again* check out my Siri/Remi proof if you're interested: I have extensive analysis of Sirius and Remus' relationships in the books (even post-OotP!) and why they're obviously together. You know, *obviously*. ~.^
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Date: 2010-08-06 05:30 pm (UTC)one. So, I've already checked into your other stories. Plan on reading ALL OF THEM. I'm gonna start at the beginning this time :)
two. Read all of that jazz too. Couldn't agree any more than with the 'proof' that you have found. It's puppy love, how could it not be canon?
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