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Small Comforts
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Ongoing, First published Nov 03, 2016
Remus Lupin will be the death of me, with his stupid face and his dumb over-sized jumpers. He puts a funny feeling in my stomach and I hate it. But honestly, I think handle it pretty well; I keep a poker face around him, and don't act any different with him then I would with my other mates. But that doesn't stop me constantly thinking about him. I don't know what it is about Remus that makes me like this, but whatever it is it would be helpful if he would stop. However, I am Sirius Black, and I don't have emotions I'm just a heartless arrogant playboy. 

He just offers those small comforts, and I just can't get enough.
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Not my characters, unfortunately.

My first fanfic so all feedback is encouraged!
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52 parts Ongoing Mature

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