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sirius head on remus chest while falling asleep to the heartbeat of remus heart, the two wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on a cold winter's night, bodies as close and intertwined as humanly possible to keep them warm. remus stroking srius's hair until they both fell asleep, drifting in eachother arms, feeling nothing but their love.

Whenever Remus is giving relationship/love advice to a random person (you'd be surprised how often he's in this situation) he always pulls out the pictures of Sirius he keeps in his wallet like he's showing his credentials.

remus showing people pictures of sirius the way cat owners show pictures of their kitty

every single time wolfstar are at a club and remus watches sirius turn down everyone who approaches him, his heart swells with pride because man, he fought and bled for this man, and now he’s all his. this beautiful, ethereal man is allllll his.

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sirius riding remus, getting so lost in remus’ intense gaze and the way his curls constantly fall into his brown eyes. the desperate way remus clings to his thighs, hips, stomach, and chest, the eye contact so heavy that sirius feels so overwhelmed by love that a broken "moony" is all it takes for remus surging up from his position against the headboard, grabbing the back of sirius’ neck to pull him into a passionate kiss, and flipping them over in one fluid motion. the desperate movements of seconds ago instantly slow down, becoming tender and full of feeling as sirius lies beneath him and remus gently cradles his cheeks while making love to the one he adores

That racoon! It's blood bending!

the wolf whining inside remus when sirius comes home after having traveled alone. there are foreign scents on him and places and people he doesn’t know and he doesn’t smell like he should. cue the rabbit fucking for days on end. remus making sure sirius can't walk until moony's satisified and he's properly claimed

All of Remus' books are battered as fuck. They're all second hand and Remus further cracks the spine, creases the cover, dog ears the pages. He doesn't see it as ruining or hurting the book. If anything he thinks it's respecting a books natural desire to be as changed by the reader as it changes the reader.