Fic: Moon to Moon (3/30)
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salixbabylonTitle: Moon to Moon
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 overall
Word Count: 556 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!
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Moon To Moon
August 16th, 1996: Day 3
Padfoot was sniffing around my room when I returned home late this afternoon. Literally; he transformed back into Sirius when I caught him in the act, but refused to answer what he was looking for. And why he'd be trying to smell it out, in particular.
Perhaps the dildo was from him? That would be odd. Our relationship has been a little awkward ever since that night last year when he was visiting me. I knew it was a mistake at the time but it felt so good, so comforting, to be back in bed with him again like when we were teenagers. To be close to someone so familiar, who knows me better than anyone else, who I don't have to hide anything from. I suppose I wondered if maybe we could fan that old spark into a new flame.
We didn't, of course, but there's still a bit of heat left, I think. Certainly on my part, at any rate. Sirius looks so much better now that he's cleaned up and put some weight back on, although he drinks too much for my approval and his moping around this old mausoleum is fucking irritating. I understand the reasons for both, but Merlin he can be an arse when he's in a foul mood.
Still, I love him and I always will. He's my best friend. We put up with each other. And it doesn't hurt that he's a good lay. I've never known anyone who knows my erogenous zones as well as he does... And who doesn't mind that it totally turns me on to lick him under the arms... Nothing has ever fazed Sirius, no kink or perversion that I've ever wanted to try, not even that one time I made him dress up in Jamie's Quidditch uniform...
We haven't touched at all in this house, nothing that isn't strictly platonic and suitable for the eyes of the children. I suddenly can't think of why that would be, since the doors do lock. Perhaps Sirius just has too many ghosts to feel sexual here...
Or it may indeed be the constant and total lack of privacy – Charlie just barged in without even knocking, to ask if he could borrow a towel. Sigh.
Speaking of which, I can't quite be sure, but it seems as if both my libido and sense of smell are slightly increased. I'll have to make some notes of that in the upcoming few days. I can say for certain that the potion seems to smell worse, although Severus assures me that it's the same batch, and in my mouth the flavor hasn't increased.
Severus could, of course, care less what I think of the flavor and odor. I suppose he's right, if this works. He did finally unclench enough to share that the potion's major advantage is its long shelf life without losing efficacy. Aside from the practical advantages on his end, it would also make Wolfsbane cheaper and more accessible to others like me who lack access to Master brewers. Ultimately, I think if our disease were treatable in such a way, the stigma would decrease and we might even be treated a bit more like ordinary wizards...
I'd best stop that line of thought before I either get my hopes up or grow too maudlin.
More tomorrow...
Day 4
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Author:
salixbabylonFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 overall
Word Count: 556 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!Previous Entries
August 16th, 1996: Day 3
Padfoot was sniffing around my room when I returned home late this afternoon. Literally; he transformed back into Sirius when I caught him in the act, but refused to answer what he was looking for. And why he'd be trying to smell it out, in particular.
Perhaps the dildo was from him? That would be odd. Our relationship has been a little awkward ever since that night last year when he was visiting me. I knew it was a mistake at the time but it felt so good, so comforting, to be back in bed with him again like when we were teenagers. To be close to someone so familiar, who knows me better than anyone else, who I don't have to hide anything from. I suppose I wondered if maybe we could fan that old spark into a new flame.
We didn't, of course, but there's still a bit of heat left, I think. Certainly on my part, at any rate. Sirius looks so much better now that he's cleaned up and put some weight back on, although he drinks too much for my approval and his moping around this old mausoleum is fucking irritating. I understand the reasons for both, but Merlin he can be an arse when he's in a foul mood.
Still, I love him and I always will. He's my best friend. We put up with each other. And it doesn't hurt that he's a good lay. I've never known anyone who knows my erogenous zones as well as he does... And who doesn't mind that it totally turns me on to lick him under the arms... Nothing has ever fazed Sirius, no kink or perversion that I've ever wanted to try, not even that one time I made him dress up in Jamie's Quidditch uniform...
We haven't touched at all in this house, nothing that isn't strictly platonic and suitable for the eyes of the children. I suddenly can't think of why that would be, since the doors do lock. Perhaps Sirius just has too many ghosts to feel sexual here...
Or it may indeed be the constant and total lack of privacy – Charlie just barged in without even knocking, to ask if he could borrow a towel. Sigh.
Speaking of which, I can't quite be sure, but it seems as if both my libido and sense of smell are slightly increased. I'll have to make some notes of that in the upcoming few days. I can say for certain that the potion seems to smell worse, although Severus assures me that it's the same batch, and in my mouth the flavor hasn't increased.
Severus could, of course, care less what I think of the flavor and odor. I suppose he's right, if this works. He did finally unclench enough to share that the potion's major advantage is its long shelf life without losing efficacy. Aside from the practical advantages on his end, it would also make Wolfsbane cheaper and more accessible to others like me who lack access to Master brewers. Ultimately, I think if our disease were treatable in such a way, the stigma would decrease and we might even be treated a bit more like ordinary wizards...
I'd best stop that line of thought before I either get my hopes up or grow too maudlin.
More tomorrow...
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Date: 2007-05-03 11:16 pm (UTC)It's a vain Ken thing..
Here's the image I find MOST striking: surprising Sirius, who .. refused to answer what he was looking for. And why he'd be trying to smell it out, in particular.
Really, COULD it have been the dildo? That gifty pinkish orange implement from Day 2..
Promise me you WILL return to this, eh?
peace and hope
-km-
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Date: 2007-05-04 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 01:45 pm (UTC)-km-