Fic: Can't Help Falling In Love, for dreamdustmama.

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Title: Can't Help Falling In Love
Author: roterhimmel
Written for: dreamdustmama
Rating: R for sexual themes/language
Prompt: #1: Kissing (or more!) in the snow,
#2: Sirius trying to tell Remus "I love you" without being girly about it, or him trying to say it without actually saying it.
(And #3 to a slight extent: Sneaky!Remus)
Summary: Seven days is enough time to tell someone that you love them. Isn't it?

Any other notes, warnings, etc.: Rather long. Over the 3,000 words limit. Heck, over 4,000 words. I'm SORRY. Please don't shoot me. Please. I cut it down a lot, and if still more is cut out, this fiction will be much more awkward than it already is :-/. Again, I am sorry!
Oh, and thanks to my friend Sandy who beta-read this for me <3 And heh, my first proper RLSB fiction that's more than a drabble, and my first attempt at writing a fiction based on prompts, my first time participating here and, yeah... I hope I didn't mess things up too badly. Happy christmas-time, everyone! Especially to you, dreamdustmama , I hope you like it :-)





Can't Help Falling In Love

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The Revelation ungently butts into Sirius' life at the 18th of December 1978: one Sunday at lunchtime, to be precise. The fork is held forlornly in Sirius' not yet shaking hand, the warm, tasty scrambled eggs are being munched on lazily. It is when they are down Sirius' throat and Sirius is about to swallow orange juice (a very nice and tasty combination, thank you very much), that The Revelation decides to act.

Sirius' eyes go wide and his jaw slightly unhinges itself. His mind decides to spontaneously combust with incomprehension; vocabulary goes currently down the drain, and the nerve pathways in Sirius' brain take a short break. Everywhere, from the pale, white-tainted pores on Sirius' face to the tiniest cells, is absolute, utter silence for a few seconds.

Then a nasty voice in one apparently still-functioning part in the back of Sirius' mind is whispering, Well.

A meaningful pause.

Then: Well, fuck.

There is one click as the fork is calmly put down on the table, one very long-drawn, suffering creeeeeaaak, as Sirius straightens and shoves the chair backwards (in the same slow motion in which he put the fork down) – and where there should be a gulp, there isn't.

The Revelation decides ever so joyfully that the orange juice in Sirius' mouth shouldn't go the normal way through the esophagus into the stomach. No, it decides that upwards is the right way, right through Sirius' nostrils.

Said nostrils are first shaking with a scratching burn, then silence, and then they emit two happy orange fountains of orange juice.

When The Revelation thinks its job is done (haunt a bit of nice nausea up Sirius' throat, making him choke slightly as he clutches at the toilet lid for dear life; wobbly knees so that when Sirius has vomited somewhat and staggers back into the living room, he falls right, face-first, into the couch; plus an outgoing headache that wouldn't leave Sirius on his own too soon, for the sake of honourable companionship), it leaves Sirius behind alone (not counting said headache, of course).

Sirius, meanwhile, wonders how the fuck he should tell that bastard Remus J. Lupin (without whom this whole drama and disaster wouldn't have happened to begin with!) that he is in love with him.

In utter, irredeemable, I-want-to-wake-you-by-nibbling-at-your-cute-toes-cuter-knees-cutest-nose, love with him.

-

When he is able to think again, Sirius decides it has to happen within the next seven days.

Sirius also thinks that his reasoning as to why it should happen in this timeline is very reasonable – except, he really has no reason at all. He tries to persuade himself it's for the sake of Christmas. People finally finding their significant other, being all mushy and winking at each other so often as though they'd suffer from spasticity – and all this lovey-dovey behaviour and darling, no, you're far cuter than me!, gigglegiggle, no, you're ten times cuter than I could ever be, some more giggling, and then smooch-smooch-slurp, a happy, shameless, explicit show of PDA.

Sirius thinks it's some sort of sickness. It has to be – because even his cool best mate James Potter has fallen for it. But, maybe there's also some sense behind this creepy opium and dangerous lovesick grins that hurt one's own face by just looking. Never mind the rotting teeth of all the sweetness and cuteness.

Sirius examines his own teeth in the mirror. Yes, seven days should be fine. His teeth are too perfect anyway, so maybe a bit rotting would do them good.

Not that he would do that, really. Him, Sirius Black, would never do this.

Except when he thinks of Remus' long, elegant hands he's suddenly blushing like a silly school girl, and when he thinks of Remus' toes, he desperately tries to banish the chant of cutecutecute out of his mind.

Seven days like this would be a hard task. But Sirius Black isn't one to mind hard tasks; no, not at all. He's the first to kick other's arses, to palaver said others to finally get your sorry butt moving you jerk, it's not gonna be finished on its own.

Sirius himself starts by transforming into Padfoot, hiding in his cupboard, surrounded by smelly socks, trying not to whimper pitifully.

After all, he isn't running away or admitting defeat. He's just starting. Thinking. Planning. Calculating. And being generally Slytherin-ish: plotting and being sneaky. And stuff.

(A nap clears the mind and helps thinking, he tells himself.)


-



#1 – Monday

It doesn't exactly start the way he's wanted it to.

He's planned to straight out Apparate into Remus' flat, because even though they don't live that far away from each other, walking in this weather, when it's snowing and the wind is biting at your ears and your fingers are so bitterly cold they almost feel numb, is plain dumb when you're 19 and a wizard.

He's managed the Apparating-part. That wasn't so hard at all.

But the next thing, the opening your mouth and saying these three words, well. That's quite another story.

When Sirius opens his mouth, his brain is being an unhelpful bitch, not for the first time in his life. (Well, usually his brain isn't involved that often, really, but in the moments that it is, it surprises no one that things are still worse as in the situations when his brain isn't part of the story.)

But, back to now.

So, just as Sirius opens his mouth, his brain is practically shocking his mouth and freezing it in its motion, so that Sirius is standing in front of a rather bemused-looking and eyebrow-raising Remus, looking like a fish. There are three things that are wrong in this situation:

1)Remus. He shouldn't be raising his eyebrows. Sirius wants to lick them. Distraction isn't good.
2)Sirius is looking like a fish. How do you tell someone you love them when you look like this? Not on.
3)The three-word thing itself.
And Sirius' brain. It's informing Sirius that, apropos of nothing, this would be the very first time in his whole sorry life that Sirius would say these three words. Then Sirius' brain is so nice as to supply some proof, something to do with Sirius' ex-mother and ex-father and memories of Sirius' home-that-wasn't-his-home-at-all. Then Sirius' heart is clenching once, his breath is hitching, and he just. Can't.

So it really doesn't go the way he wants it to. He meets Remus' eyes with his own burning ones, bites his bottom lip hard, and murmurs, “See you tomorrow at James'”, and Disapparates.

-



#2 – Tuesday

The next plan is on. Sirius is very intent on doing this today, because today's already the second day of seven, and because fate is a bitch with what time flying by so much quicker when you want to avoid something.

He's spent the whole night debating with himself that saying these words isn't really that much of an act and has really nothing at all to do with his family and the things they have said, and have not. Like, his mother never having said 'I love you', never mind his father. Or even Regulus. In fact, Sirius has never heard these words being directed at himself before, so it's natural that he should be a bit... fidgety about it. Yeah, fidgety fits the description fine: he isn't shaking or trembling or generally shocked-scared. Not at all.

So when he's over at James', and Lily isn't there, and James is in one of his rants about Lily's lingerie – which doesn't interest Sirius at all, but it also has never interested James that Sirius isn't interested –, Sirius remembers James crawling into his bed two and a half years ago one night in February, and timidly admitting that he thought he was in love with Lily. Not in the way that he just wanted to fuck her a bit, but in the way that he'd be satisfied with just holding her hand the whole night. Suffice to say, Sirius has been as creeped out as James and hasn't really been helpful. (Because really, which sane guy wants to hold a girl's hand instead of fucking her? Well, talk about James being sane.)

So, anyway. (Sirius should really stop thinking and drifting off sometimes.)
Just as James is in a Lily-lingerie-rant, Sirius opens his mouth and out comes word-vomit. He's stuttering horribly, he's pale, and he's feeling vaguely sick again. He seems to be able to say all of it (has even been able to include today's plan!), though, because James is staring back at him with the same expression that Sirius is probably staring at him.

For two minutes, they hold a contest of who's better at making dead-fish-faces.

Sirius wins, because soon James is laughing his arse off. Sirius is, naturally, indignant, because which bastard is laughing at his BEST FRIEND when said BEST FRIEND has just admitted being IN LOVE and is fucking CREEPED OUT? Sirius can't think of anyone besides, apparently, James, being the best friend that he is. So Sirius does the only logical thing: his fist connects with James' jaw, and when James is lying on the floor, Sirius is straddling him and punching him some more into the shoulder.

“What the fuck,” he snarls, indignant-embarrassed, “do you think you're DOING.”

“Go 'way, go 'way!” James yells, his glasses sliding off his ugly, ugly, ugly face. “Geroff me, you bastard!”

“Who's the bastard?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME!” Sirius is louder as James, keeping his ex-best friend down with his hands. “I didn't laugh at you two years ago when you told me -”

James is suddenly sitting up, shoving Sirius down so that he lands painfully on the floor. Sirius is looking up at James, wide-eyed and hurt and too young all of a sudden, and James has his I'm-more-mature-than-you face on. Oh, this wouldn't bode well.

“Sirius,” James says with a sigh, “I wasn't laughing at you being in love. I was laughing at your ridiculous idea.”

It takes a few seconds for Sirius to comprehend this. He lets out a sigh himself, relieved, but then he's freezing up again.

“You're laughing about Elvis Presley-” Sirius begins, and, if possible, is still more enraged than before.

“I'm not,” James rolls his eyes. “Just, your idea -”

They have no time for further speaking. Remus' voice suddenly comes out of the kitchen, a cheerful, “Guys, are you here?” and Sirius jerks around, stares at the door leading to the kitchen for a few horrified moments, before he pulls a Monday-Sirius – opens his mouth, closes it without making a sound again, and Disapparates.

-



#3 – Wednesday

The plan of Tuesday, Sirius muses, is perfect for Wednesday.

Sirius is much calmer now. The prospect of being in love doesn't seem so bad, except it's driving him crazy at times. Sirius has accepted it, has also accepted that maybe he doesn't need to bluntly say 'I love you' like everyone else does (seeing as he isn't capable of it, anyway). So he trusts creativity.

And that he knows Remus inside out is another good thing. Sirius has been running the last two days from Remus, they haven't so much as kissed or spoken more than two sentences – and knowing Remus, he wouldn't tolerate it one bit. Sirius is still surprised at the vast expanse of physical affection Remus craves, but he doesn't complain. Why would he? He's assumed he'd be the one to coax Remus into the whole touching-thing, but instead it'd been Remus laughing into Sirius' shoulder when he'd grabbed Sirius' bottom and Sirius had squawked at the yet unfamiliar intimate touch.

So knowing Remus, he counts on Remus coming over today and demanding an answer.

Which Remus is doing, just as Sirius has planned.

With the record of Elvis Presley in the background, Sirius is hip-swaying to the sound with a spatula in his hand. (He's wondered if it wouldn't be good if Remus thought Sirius could cook. A white lie could never hurt anyone. Except it's fruitless, because Remus already knows Sirius can't cook. Still, it's worth a try anyway, Sirius figures. Plus, he looks sexy with that spatula in his hand. Might inspire some spanking-kink, maybe?)

And Remus Apparates right into the scenery, to Sirius suggestively shaking his hips and with a spatula in his hand, and singing out loud.

“Wise men say only fools rush in –“

“Sirius?” Remus is asking loudly, over Elvis' (and Sirius') melodramatic singing.

“But I can't help –“

Sirius' fingers are wet with sweat and he's fucking shaking, and the spatula threatens to fall out of his grip. He swallows once, and ignores his burning cheeks. Breathing in deeply, he goes for the heart-felt chorus, with all his vocal cords are willing to give -

“– faaalliiing in love wiii-iiiiith yoooo-uuuuuu!”

He thinks he can hear Remus wincing at the cracking sound of his voice, but Elvis is going on in the background, oblivious to Sirius' embarrassment and Remus' poor hurting ears. Sirius feels, despite wanting to disappear into the ground and to never appear again, a rush of pride for his Elvis. Great, great man, Elvis. Great Elvis with his great, wonderful, awesome, ingenious, wicked, freaking cool hair.

Still, it's a horrid situation. Sirius is attempting to go on singing, not knowing what to do else, now that he's performed the art of avoiding Remus' eyes perfectly, but Remus is cutting in. A snap of Remus' fingers, and Elvis is fading away, until there is only silence. Remus is staring at Sirius, who is staring at the floor and vice-gripping the spatula with his still sweaty hands.

“I'm – I didn't want to run off the last days, but – it's just –“

Sirius is stammering again, but Remus has crossed the distance between them before the last word is spoken, and crushes his mouth onto Sirius'. Sirius goes 'ooomph' when the air is sucked out of his mouth, but when the spatula falls down to the floor and Sirius is clutching at Remus' gray woollen jumper tightly, fisting it in a desperate grip – when there's a lick, Remus' wet, hot tongue against Sirius' bottom lip, Sirius' brain gladly commits suicide.

-



#4 – Thursday & #5 – Friday & #6 – Saturday

aren't worth mentioning, if one wants to know the details of Sirius' plans. The thing is, Sirius has no plans. Or rather, the plans he's had are crumbling down pitifully to nothing in Remus' presence.

He's floating helplessly on his endorphins, he's melting away under Remus' hands and lips and body, and it's heaven. When they're randomly sitting in a café for lunch and Sirius is indecently staring at Remus sucking a noodle into his mouth, Sirius' face is heating up as though he's just fallen into fire, and his trousers are suddenly too tight for comfort. Well, this he is used to. He's been doing... things with Remus for almost one and a half year now, and sometimes it's really painful to look at, the way Sirius gets horny when Remus so much as bends down to pick up a pen.

They've decided to keep it an open relationship: going out with others as well to their fancy, but oddly, Sirius never actually has desired to do so. Not since that thing with Remus has started. Love has never been in their plan; they've wanted to keep it easy, no boundaries or limits. Still, with the now discovered in-love-being on Sirius' part, it's rather obvious why.

The thing is, when Remus used to suck a noodle into his mouth Sirius couldn't help but stare and wanting to suck Remus' noodle into his mouth (yes, Sirius is aware of the fact that he's not very eloquent when horny) – but now, watching Remus sucking in a noodle in his mouth when Sirius is in love, it's horrible. It immediately makes Sirius think of this muggle-movie, Lady and the Tramp, makes him wish he'd have the other end of the noodle in his mouth. And then they'd suck at it and their heads would get closer, closer to each other, like in the movie... or Sirius imagines Padfoot nudging the last prey – usually a mouse – with his snout towards Moony at the full moon, once again like in the movie, only that in the movie, they'd done it with a meatball. Sirius thinks, in a flash of jealousy, screw the fucking meatball, the mouse is 1,000 times more symbolic and romantic and all that other fuck girls always swoon about.

There's something oddly, and frighteningly, intimate about this scene... Padfoot nudging the last mouse towards Moony, as if proposing. Sirius, God forbid him, rather likes the idea.



In these three days, Sirius tries hard not to act like a puppy. He's in love, yes, but if Remus doesn't love him back, it's fine. Maybe it's just a silly crush on Sirius' part, who knows. He's realized it over eating scrambled eggs with orange juice, for sod's sake! It can't be that serious, now, can it.

Right?

But Sirius can't help thinking that yes, it can be this serious, it actually is, when he can't look away from Remus. When Remus is suddenly the centre of his world (or has been before already, only without Sirius being aware of it), when Remus' eyes make Sirius want to drown in them, when Sirius thinks he'd rather simply hold hands with Remus at night, because it's so much more pleasurable, because it's so much more intimate, than just fucking. And one night, he actually does.

Dear God above, Sirius thinks while watching Remus' face in the moonlight, sleepy and content and just so beautiful - what has become of me?

(Holding hands, really. Stupid, stupid James.)

-



#7 – The Day of Doom, Sunday

It's a nice day: the sky is clear, the air is bitingly cold, and they're all outside, Lily in her new dark green coat, smiling widely as she throws herself down into the snow, making a snow-angel. James is watching her with a simply happy look, his eyes bright. Sirius is trying to engage James into a conversation since he's afraid when he'd spend still more time alone with Remus he'd do something stupid (like refusing sex and wanting to hold hands). Remus is following at some distance, seems lost in thought, but Sirius has made sure said thoughts aren't bad ones. Actually, he seems kind of happy and amused with what he's thinking about, and even though curiosity nags at Sirius to ask Remus what it is that he's thinking about, he keeps quiet.

And then, Doom arrives in the form of Peter.

Rather, in the form of a Peter-in-Santa-disguise. It's their private joke: because Peter's the only of them that's a bit pudgy, he's had, ever since their second year, the honour of being the Marauder's Santa Claus.

“Ho-ho-ho,” Peter-Santa is rumbling and coughing with a Hagrid-like accent, “who of you has been a bad kid this year?”

Obviously, everyone decides Sirius has been a bad kid. Said decision somehow causes them all to make another decision, namely to leave this very instant, and soon they're all gone: James with a soft sort of smile, Lily with an encouraging one, and Peter with guffaws of laughter, chuckling something about “But I want to see his face!”

Then he's alone with Remus, and he feels fear prickle up his spine. What would happen now? He still couldn't say it, has stopped trying it even, because drowning himself in Remus' warmth is so much more pleasant and wonderful than worrying about his inability to say these three fucking words.

“Remus, I -” he murmurs when the silence is too overwhelming, but Remus is suddenly gripping his hand and pulling him away – somewhere farther down into the field. And while they stalk through the snow, neither of them says a thing. Sirius lets himself be led away by Remus, prefers silence to talking, and when the coolness becomes too much, Sirius makes a questioning noise and Remus turns around to him.

Remus is silent for a moment, and he turns his head around to take in the surroundings. Well, there is not really that much to take in, Sirius thinks: they're in the middle of nowhere, snow over snow, quite a remarkable distance away from any houses. Remus seems all right with it, and he turns back towards Sirius and watches him with – a satisfied smirk?

Okay, Sirius thinks, what the fuck is going on here?

Then, without much preamble or warning, Remus grins like he's on crack and pushes hard at Sirius' shoulders. Sirius yelps as he falls down on his bottom, right into the snow, and before he can so much as blink, Remus is straddling his stomach. Sirius looks confusedly up at Remus, his face instantly heating at the contact, and then Remus is sniggering, leaning down with his elbows on either side of Sirius' face.

Again, there is no warning for Sirius as he is being kissed hard on the mouth, as his face is being cupped in Remus' gloved hands. Remus is kissing him with such a fervour that makes Sirius stare at Remus while he is being ravished.

Remus is staring right back at him, with half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark and heavy. Something tells Sirius that he couldn't stop Remus even if someone would come upon them right this instant, and it's not like he actually minds that. He's kissing back with just the same intensity, his lips meshing with Remus', biting and nibbling and licking. Remus seems to shift closer still, arching his body into Sirius'. It's only when he notices it doesn't quite work, him straddling Sirius' chest, that he breaks off the kiss with a wet sound, sits up a bit, and shifts backwards. He nudges Sirius' legs apart, settles himself in between, and presses his body once more into Sirius', now chest to chest, hip to hip.

Their faces are only inches apart, and Sirius feels the heat of Remus' body burning his own body, and he's almost melting into the snow. He's staring once more into Remus' eyes, caught by the moment, and then he thinks with a hopelessly silly grin to himself, oh, I'm so fucked up-in love with him.

As if Remus has read his thoughts, he's also grinning, nudging Sirius' nose with his own.

“What now?” he breathes. “Want a bit of fun?”

“Here in the snow?” Sirius closes his eyes as he rubs his cheek against Remus', his lips against Remus' jaw. “Why not home?”

“Because I thought it would be good for you,” Remus says, his breath hot on Sirius' ear. “You seem a bit uptight lately.”

“...I am,” Sirius admits quietly after a moment, and closes his eyes. This is it. He can't keep hiding that from Remus forever; Remus is far too clever, knows him too well, to not catch up. Of course Remus would notice.

Something stings inside Sirius' chest, making his eyes burn even though they're closed. Just because he's in love with Remus doesn't have to mean Remus feels the same. Remus is too good for him. Remus deserves something better than a fucked-up someone like him, rash and unthinking and selfish.

“Stop brooding,” Remus murmurs. “Doesn't suit your pretty face.”

“I'll give you pretty,” Sirius snorts, but it's weak, without effort. “'M not pretty. Girls are. I'm handsome, a sexy beast and all that, but not pretty.”

“Whatever.” Remus dismisses without much interest, drags his tongue along Sirius' jaw. They're lying there for a moment, quiet and unmoving and listening to each other's heavy breaths, until Remus moves his face so he can look at Sirius again.

“Aren't you cold?” he asks, and his left hand comes up to cup Sirius' face, his fingertips trailing along the cheekbone.

“Not really,” Sirius mumbles, and he's staring at Remus again, Remus that might never be truly his, Remus with these beautiful, beautiful brown eyes, and a dull ache in Sirius' chest explodes. Still, he manages to keep his voice steady as he says, “Bewitched the jacket, it heats itself. 'S quite warm, actually.”

“Is it?” Remus says, and it's not really a question. He shifts atop Sirius, and Sirius' can't help but cursing his body that it reacts so strong to Remus'. He's aware of Remus watching him, but he doesn't care now.

“...What're we doing now?”

“You'll see,” Remus half-grins, half-smiles, and lowers his face to Sirius' throat, his lips immediately sucking at the soft flesh. Sirius gives a quiet groan, his hands come flying to Remus' shoulder, and waves of heat and cold ripple through his body. The picture of Remus nibbling at his throat is too much for Sirius, and he has to close his eyes or he'll come like this. He's hard already, but this being in love-thing makes it all the more intense. Remus' touches feel sweeter, deeper, somehow. His lips burn a trail of searing flames as they move from Sirius' neck to the collarbone, the teeth biting gently sending jolts through Sirius' body.

It's nothing like the romance novels say, it's fucking terrifying, being in love and having your love touching you, it isn't all sweetness and perfection. It's bitter-sweet because you don't even know if said loved one loves you back, but otherwise, and here, suddenly, Sirius decides to give a shit - but otherwise, all these stupid clichés are true. The world seems to stop turning and the moment just freezes, and he's caught in eternity. He holds onto Remus as though afraid the other would vanish just like that. Remus is only kissing him, his now naked chest, and Sirius is practically sobbing with pent-up emotion, his body shaking under Remus' clever, gentle hands.

Apparently that was what love does to you: turns your whole world upside down, mind-fucks you into insanity, and makes your body burst with emotion. It's over all too soon, when Remus is resting his head on Sirius' trembling thigh, looking up at Sirius through dark eyes. It's silent once again, and this time it feels almost okay. Sirius thinks, dazedly and exhausted, as long as I can kiss him, it'll be fine.

Except it isn't fine when Remus moves up and nibbles at his ear, because it's better, because it's fucking perfect, because Remus is whispering into his ear.

“Me too, Padfoot,” he's saying, and Sirius can feel him grin against his cheek. “Not with Elvis Presley, though, so I hope you don't mind that bit."

A chuckle.

"So, me too.”

It's as if The Revelation butts into his life the second time, but this time, in a much, much more positive way.

Sirius can't help the loud barks of laughter that erupt in his chest, because who, really, thought he could help falling in love with this fat load of one sneaky Remus on top of him?

Comments

[leafyaki.livejournal.com]

With the record of Elvis Presley in the background, Sirius is hip-swaying to the sound with a spatula in his hand. (He's wondered if it wouldn't be good if Remus thought Sirius could cook. A white lie could never hurt anyone. Except it's fruitless, because Remus already knows Sirius can't cook. Still, it's worth a try anyway, Sirius figures. Plus, he looks sexy with that spatula in his hand. Might inspire some spanking-kink, maybe?)

And Remus Apparates right into the scenery, to Sirius suggestively shaking his hips and with a spatula in his hand, and singing out loud.

OH SIRIUS!! *splutters* Gosh this had me laughing so hard, this scene. And oh, the lengths Sirius would go to! This is utterly awesome, I LOVE IT. Brilliantly done!! :D

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you like it :)

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*flail*

i love this! it had me giggling from start to finish.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thanks :D

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Aswkflgnjdflgknfgohknmkglhnmlknlh!! ♥ ♥

*flails*

*falls off chair*

Yay! ♥

This is so, so lovely. I toss your "Stop being so afraid all the time; your writing is great!" right back at you. This, you see, is true brilliance. I was laughing out loud at several parts, and I started awww'ing embarrassingly often. This is light and fluffy without causing cavities, and the humour is spot on. Sirius is lovely, and this easy, witty, stream-of-conscious writing style fits him very well. His dislike for clichés and annoyance at himself for being soppy is so delightful, and I'm saving the entire first section forever because of its genius. ♥

Oh, and Remus being physically affectionate so makes up for him having brown eyes. *g*

THIS IS BRILLIANT, PIA. PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR FANGIRL. ♥

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

And YOU make me want to go all blushing and stuff. Gosh, thank you so much :)

[mysecretashes.livejournal.com]

Oh oh I love it!!!! Thank you so much!!! It was funny and sweet and I love how Remus figured out what Sirius was trying to say and turned it around on him. :D :D :D Thank you thank you thank you!!!

p.s. My oldest daughter's birthday is on December 18, so that just makes this even better!!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Oh, but that's lovely! I hope she's going to have a nice birthday :)

And thank you! I'm so relieved you like it.

[lovelylytton.livejournal.com]

The Revelation ungently butts into Sirius' life at the 18th of December 1978: one Sunday at lunchtime, to be precise. The fork is held forlornly in Sirius' not yet shaking hand, the warm, tasty scrambled eggs are being munched on lazily. It is when they are down Sirius' throat and Sirius is about to swallow orange juice (a very nice and tasty combination, thank you very much), that The Revelation decides to act.


I cannot even begin to tell how brilliant your narrative voice is. I haven't read a fic with this approach to narration in ages and I LOVE it. Sorry for the caps lock, but I am utterly besotted with your writing.

Sirius himself starts by transforming into Padfoot, hiding in his cupboard, surrounded by smelly socks, trying not to whimper pitifully.

Aww, this is such a Sirius thing to do, isn't it? Him turning into Padfoot in times of emotional turmoil is a lovely idea, and writers making him do so always makes me happy.

Then Sirius' brain is so nice as to supply some proof, something to do with Sirius' ex-mother and ex-father and memories of Sirius' home-that-wasn't-his-home-at-all. Then Sirius' heart is clenching once, his breath is hitching, and he just. Can't.
So it really doesn't go the way he wants it to. He meets Remus' eyes with his own burning ones, bites his bottom lip hard, and murmurs, “See you tomorrow at James'”, and Disapparates.

Ouch. Poor boy. Must have a lot of baggage, but for that to kick in when he wants to proclaim his love to Moony...

“You're laughing about Elvis Presley-” Sirius begins, and, if possible, is still more enraged than before.
Can't stop laughing!

Great, great man, Elvis. Great Elvis with his great, wonderful, awesome, ingenious, wicked, freaking cool hair.
I will have to rec this on my LJ. The way you write Sirius in all his glorious Siriusness makes me fangirl this fic. Trust Sirius to be in awe of someone's hair.

Thank you for writing this, it actually made my day.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I don't know how to reply. Erm, thank you? Thank you so much? Your comment made MY day. So, thanks a lot :D

[lotrwariorgodss.livejournal.com]

Saying things without having to say them...and then having the other person get it without much trouble at all...that's love =)
And anyone can tell these boys are hopelessly, madly, crazily in it.
Also, sneaky!Remus = <3 Lovely entry!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Remus told me he was in love with Sirius all along, but you know how he gets. Don't tell Sirius! He'll leave me! He won't love me back! Etc. So, yes, NOW they finally love each other :)

Thanks!

[fullmoon-dreams.livejournal.com]

Oddly, this is the second story I have read today that has Sirius wanting to do a Lady and the Tramp with Remus like this. It is adorably cute.

Of course, Remus had to know what it was that Sirius was trying to say to him, he's a smart guy.

Poor Sirius was so amusing in his quest to say those three words.

Great story.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Really? I haven't read a story featuring this, but it'd be really funny :)

Thank you.

[fullmoon-dreams.livejournal.com]

It was funny. It is over at fanfiction.net. Chapter 7 of The Gardener of Godric's Hollow (a WIP that I stumbled across a while ago but has only recently been updated again). Just a weird coincidence that your story was posted right after that one had been updated with a new chapter.

Basically, the Lady and the Tramp bit is part of their first "pretend date". Remus knows that Sirius is going to try that, since he had tried (and failed) to do it before at a party with six different girls and the same plate of spaghetti. But Sirius is determined and hilarity ensues.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! I've read the beginning of it but lost track of it. I loved the beginning.. and now I can read the next ones, thanks to you! HAPPY.

[lyras.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely! This made me smile - Remus just getting it after all Sirius's flailing. Very sweet :).

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) I'm happy I made you smile.

[dear-tiger.livejournal.com]

Even if the wole thing wasn't so great - which it is - the romantic mouse sharing would make it all worthwhile ) Love it all, love the mouse thing much more!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

I couldn't leave out the infamous mouse :D Thanks!

[laroseminuit.livejournal.com]

I can't decide how to respond to this. On one hand, there's the I'm-so-excited-by-this-fic-that-I-explode-on-the-keyboard:
kdklfjfjlmkahksifkwucfantastic!

Or the OMG ALL CAPS OF SQUEEEEFUL LOVE!!!!

Or perhaps the excessive use of exclamation points?!!!

Or I could quote my favorite parts, "The Revelation ungently butts ... Remus on top of him?" (which is to say, all of it).

I guess I'll settle for saying I loved it and it completely makes my day.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it :)

[brighty18.livejournal.com]

Do you know how perfect this is, honey! I had to sneak time out of my day to read this and it was totally, totally, TOTALLY worth it!

The juice, the plan, the Revelation-as-a-separate-character, Elvis, the mouse, James' laughter, Santa!Peter, the fact that Remus knew it all along... perfect! Oh and every so funny!

I just want to quote the whole thing back to you because bit after bit was just so... perfect!

I love how masculine (and silly and boyish) Sirius was.

Excellent!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

You think my Sirius was masculine? That's GOOD to know. I've been worrying.

Thanks, brighty :)

[brighty18.livejournal.com]

Thanks! BTW, loved the "Well, fuck!"

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you did ;)

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

This is so warm and happy and funny! I really enjoyed it. *nuzzles the boys*

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

[sambethe.livejournal.com]

That last section is just perfection. Made me just smile throughout.

Very much enjoyed!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Ha ha, thank you! I'm happy it made you smile :)

[mindabbles.livejournal.com]

Aw, lovely! Very clever and just so squishy sweet. :)

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

I hope it wasn't TOO sweet! Thank you a lot :)

[remuslives23.livejournal.com]

My favourite things - Elvis and the pups shagging - in one fic. Love, love, love! I love that Remus just *knows* without Sirius saying a word. Lovely!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Elvis is nothing without Sirius amdiring him, and Sirius is nothing without Elvis' hair :D So, thank you!

[werewolfsfan.livejournal.com]

Oh my gawd! Who knew that you could be so hilarious and totally creative! I thought I would DIE laughing at the vision of Sirius and the spatula! I adore the format here and it couldn't possibly be as LONG as you claim. I gobbled it is seconds and I don't feel sick! Great job.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Really? I still can't believe I apparently made people laugh! That's such a great thing to think of :)

Thank you so much!

[hpuckle.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous and sweet and funny! x

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

[remeciel.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed the way you portrayed Sirius: you seem really at ease to write about him and his emotions. And it really didn't feel like you wrote more than 4,000 words. All went really smoothly, actually, even though you cut the fic by different days, which is a great idea (this is a very visual way to enhance things, and I always appreciate it! :)

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Reme :) *glomps*

Yeah, I don't know why. Sirius is very easy for me to write. I'm happy it is, he's my fav character after all :D

[blackliquorice.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, my favourite thing about this is the way that Peter's Santa impression involves affecting Hagrid's accent. ;)

Sorry to respond so late! I'm just catching up now after exams.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

I did want to include more of Peter :( I had some lines more about him, but I figured that if this fiction needed cutting, I could also cut out this scene because it was sort of just an extra-thing... sigh. Farewell, Petey-boy.

[blackliquorice.livejournal.com]

Aww, no worries. I just meant that I loved that little detail!

[lovelylytton.livejournal.com]

Hi there!
Just wanted to let you know that I recced this over at crack!broom, it's still one of my favourite R/S stories.

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

!!!!!
You are too kind! Thank you so, so much! That's so lovely!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you like it ♥

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

This was too-precious! Hilariously flummoxed!Sirius was hilarious and the whole thing was just so adorably win. Wonderful story!

[roterhimmel.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)