thinking about sirius breaking hearts and tearing down all the rules and ruining the stereotypes, walking through life like nothing can touch him, all confidence and chaos, too pretty and too bold to ever be tied down. and remus being genuinely anxious because he fell in love with his best friend—and he’s absolutely sure his heart will be shattered into pieces, because sirius black is a hurricane. he doesn’t care what people think, doesn’t slow down for anyone, doesn’t attach himself to anything he can’t outrun
but oh, what a surprise it is when they finally confess their feelings to each other, and sirius, of all people, cradles remus’ heart like it’s the most important thing he’s ever been trusted with. sirius, who never needed anyone, suddenly staying up late just to walk remus back from the library. bringing him tea exactly how he likes it. doodling moons and stars in the margins of his notes. sitting a little closer than necessary, brushing their shoulders together. learning how to recognize when remus is overwhelmed without him ever saying a word. always leaving the last chocolate biscuit even though he’s been eyeing it for twenty minutes
he keeps a spare quill for remus in his pocket even when remus insists he doesn’t need it. he pretends not to notice when remus falls asleep on him in the common room, just shifts a little so remus doesn’t get a crick in his neck. he never makes a big deal out of any of it. just these small, steady acts of care, like love is something he can give in a thousand quiet ways
sirius makes sure remus always feels comfortable, and safe, and appreciated. not just when it’s easy, but especially when it’s not
and oh, remus realizes, what a wonderful thing it is to be loved by a hurricane named sirius black
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