#intergalactic romance

Waterfall

a long way home is complete!

Wolfstar. Explicit. 19,342 words.

Remus uses a cool futuristic tech device to share the experience of a full moon as a werewolf with Sirius.

Snipet (hence a bit of a spoiler for this chapter and the previous ones) below the cut!

Fred: "What do you call an intergalactic romance?"

Abigail: "I don't know, what?"

Fred: "A spaceship!"

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She bid him touch her cold helmet. Disparate lungs would not allow their lips to meet in that airless dark.

Chapter 7 is out!

Wolfstar. Explicit. Almost complete!

Snippet:

When finally Remus calls him out of his troubled rest, the Earth floats, a singular blue bubble, in front of them. Sirius can't take his eyes out of it, glued to the ship's space-windshield.

"What do you think?" Remus says softly, grabbing his hand and holding it between his.

"It's… breathtaking…" Sirius murmurs reverently.

It moves something deep in him. Like an ancient memory. As if a thread had been linking him to this place, all his life. Home.

How can he feel so deeply nostalgic and homesick of a place where he's never been? Seeing Earth is heartbreaking, in a biter sweet way. Like finally finding what you've been yearning so much, after a long, long journey. Somehow, ironically, now he better understands the will of the Lord to bring back the Orionians to their original planet. Back home.

Remus kisses his knuckles softly, unaware of Sirius's dark thoughts. Unaware of Sirius's dark soul. And suddenly Sirius can't stand his tenderness anymore.

Pulling his hand away with a bit too much force, still staring at the Earth, his voice sounds ice cold even to his own ears when he asks: "Why did you bring me here, Remus?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Remus says, and Sirius hears the tranquil smile in his voice, even without looking at him. It's like fuel for his anger.

"Because I could be a spy, for all that you know!" Sirius bites back, almost shouting.

Chapter 6 is out!

And with it, the Explicit rating :) # intergalactic smut

Sirius can't sleep. And it should be because of the crucial geostrategic implications for Orion84 of what he's just learned. Or it could be because of his naive fascination for other worlds, other beings. But really, the cause of his sleepless state is none of those. And Sirius can't put his finger on what it is - only that it seems related to Remus himself, for his mind keeps on shouting at him images of the man, leaving him in no peace to sleep. There is some kind of want in his core, and it can't be thirst, nor hunger, because they just had a proper break. And it's different but alike at the same time, because it feels like a physical need. Like an urgency in his body. As he turns again for a million times, Remus catches him in his arms. "Hey. What's the matter, Love? Can't find sleep?" "No, I can't!" Sirius answers, wincing at how whiny he sounds. "You usually fall asleep quite rapidly. Any idea what may be troubling you?" "No. I don't understand." Sirius sighs. "I'm exhausted but my body feels as if there was a rapid current speeding through it, relentlessly." "Uh." Remus pauses, thoughtful. "And are there any images coming to your mind, along this relentless current?" Remus inquires. Sirius blushes. Tries to avoid Remus's gaze - pointlessly, as he seems fully concentrated on his face and not about to look anywhere else. Reluctantly he finally murmurs: "You. Teaching, there. In the memory." "Yeah, what about it?" Remus seems as puzzled as he is. "That's the images that are imprinting my mind," Sirius mumbles, almost inaudibly. Remus's hearing must be excellent though, because there is a small smile growing on his face, and his eyes spark with joy and something else Sirius can't place. "I see," Remus says, knowingly. This is infuriating. How can he know what this urge is, when Sirius doesn't? "Well, would you mind sharing with the class what's wrong with me, then?" Sirius almost bites, frustration threatening to take him over. "Nothing's wrong with you, Sirius," Remus calmly states. "You're just horny, Love."