Moony's Wand
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bleedingangel84Title: Moony’s Wand
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, mentions of oral, language
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 prompt 209- “For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.” ― Carl Sagan; The Weighing of the Wands;White Socks
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I had no idea this was lurking in my brain. This is my first fic set in Marauders’ Era, so if it’s not up to snuff, feel free to say that. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: The Weighing of the Wands gets a whole new meaning.
“Mine’s only five inches.”
“Mine’s six! Hah, I beat you.”
“You two do realise you’re being ridiculous, don’t you? What does it matter whose is bigger, so long as they function properly?”
“Stay out of this, Moony. You’re being entirely too reasonable!”
“Padfoot is right.”
“Oh, Merlin! I give up. The two of you are treating this as if it’s the Weighing of the Wands.”
“How big is yours, Moony?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“It’s okay. We won’t take the mickey if you’re smaller.”
“Thanks, Prongs, but I’m still not saying.”
“Why? Are you that tiny?”
“You wish, Padfoot. But unlike you, I’m not under the delusion that the size of my prick has anything to do with my virility. I prefer to follow the facts, as anyone would.”
“Hey! We are not delusional. We’re just curious, yeah?”
“Now you have to tell us. To make up for insulting us and all.”
“I do not. Padfoot would only get jealous and cry.”
“Oh, I have to know now. I’ll die of curiosity if you don’t tell us.”
“I don’t think anyone ever died of unfulfilled curiosity, Sirius. But why exactly are you so curious?”
“I just…really need to know. Don’t make me pull your trousers down!”
“If you must know, I’m seven inches. There are some benefits to being a werewolf. Happy now?”
“Can I see it?”
“Padfoot! No. You are seriously out of your gourd if you think I’ll drop trou just so you can gawk at it!”
“Should I leave you two alone? I think I have some white socks that haven’t seen the laundry.”
“Maybe that’d be a good idea, James. Take mine, would you?”
“Of course, Padfoot. But I hope they don’t bite me again.”
“I took the charm off.”
“Good.”
“James, you don’t have to go. I’m not going to give him a free show. I refuse.”
“You’re a prude, Moony.”
“I am not. I just happen to think that some things should be kept private that’s all. I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“What would you say if I offered you a blow?”
“I don’t know what Moony would say, but I know my cue to leave when I hear it.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, mentions of oral, language
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 prompt 209- “For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.” ― Carl Sagan; The Weighing of the Wands;White SocksDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I had no idea this was lurking in my brain. This is my first fic set in Marauders’ Era, so if it’s not up to snuff, feel free to say that. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: The Weighing of the Wands gets a whole new meaning.
“Mine’s only five inches.”
“Mine’s six! Hah, I beat you.”
“You two do realise you’re being ridiculous, don’t you? What does it matter whose is bigger, so long as they function properly?”
“Stay out of this, Moony. You’re being entirely too reasonable!”
“Padfoot is right.”
“Oh, Merlin! I give up. The two of you are treating this as if it’s the Weighing of the Wands.”
“How big is yours, Moony?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“It’s okay. We won’t take the mickey if you’re smaller.”
“Thanks, Prongs, but I’m still not saying.”
“Why? Are you that tiny?”
“You wish, Padfoot. But unlike you, I’m not under the delusion that the size of my prick has anything to do with my virility. I prefer to follow the facts, as anyone would.”
“Hey! We are not delusional. We’re just curious, yeah?”
“Now you have to tell us. To make up for insulting us and all.”
“I do not. Padfoot would only get jealous and cry.”
“Oh, I have to know now. I’ll die of curiosity if you don’t tell us.”
“I don’t think anyone ever died of unfulfilled curiosity, Sirius. But why exactly are you so curious?”
“I just…really need to know. Don’t make me pull your trousers down!”
“If you must know, I’m seven inches. There are some benefits to being a werewolf. Happy now?”
“Can I see it?”
“Padfoot! No. You are seriously out of your gourd if you think I’ll drop trou just so you can gawk at it!”
“Should I leave you two alone? I think I have some white socks that haven’t seen the laundry.”
“Maybe that’d be a good idea, James. Take mine, would you?”
“Of course, Padfoot. But I hope they don’t bite me again.”
“I took the charm off.”
“Good.”
“James, you don’t have to go. I’m not going to give him a free show. I refuse.”
“You’re a prude, Moony.”
“I am not. I just happen to think that some things should be kept private that’s all. I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“What would you say if I offered you a blow?”
“I don’t know what Moony would say, but I know my cue to leave when I hear it.”