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he tries to brush it off, but remus sees through him, he always does, and calls him softly to his side, one hand to keep him warm, one to hold his chin, sirius hiding his face in the crook of his neck trying to stop himself from crying as remus cradles him, gently whispering

don't be afraid sweetheart, It's okay, you're still you, still pretty as ever you're safe, tomorrow will be better, i love you so much sweet love, remus wraps him up in blankets, holding him close, fingers tracing his spine slowly up and down, pressing soft kisses in his hair

after a moment of silence sirius asks quietly, ''will you sing me to sleep moony?'' and oh remus would be damned if he doesn't sing for him until his throat becomes sore, until he has no voice left to utter words for his love, he'd sing for him until the end of the world if he asked

"You know what, Evans?" Sirius said late one night in the Common Room. "You were right."

"I usually am, but be more specific Black," Lily said.

"Well, a couple of years back I remember you said that usually when one person from a friend group comes out then over time other people do too," Sirius grinned. "And look at us now."

From his cozy spot on the couch and in Remus's arms he gestured around: Lily herself was tangled in an armchair with Mary who was braiding her hair and kissing her neck when she thought no one was looking (they were all looking), Marlene had fallen asleep and was snoring with her head on Dorcas's lap, and the weirdest sight even after some months was still Peter, presently lounging on the carpet in front of the fireplace, looking at the Map with Crouch all but glued to his side, a hand slowly passing up and down his back and Rosier passing a hand in his hair on the other side.

"When I came out I was just glad you were so accepting," Sirius went on, "but now you have your beautiful bisexual power couple, Evans, we have our lovely lesbians," Dorcas smiled at him while she moved some hair away from Marlene's face, "whatever polyamorous adventure our Pete has going on at the moment, of course our Prongs, undisputed king of liberté, égalité, pansexualité... Where is he by the way?"

"Fifth floor in an alcove snogging your brother, Pads," Peter said, pointing at the Map. "At least, I think they're snogging..."

"Oh no, they're definitely shagging," Rosier said from over Peter's shoulder.

"Five Galleons that Reg's riding Potter," Crouch said. "He had that kind of look when he left the dorms earlier..."

"Moving on!" Sirius said out loud, trying to rearrange his expression into something that wasn't traumatised. "Last but definitely not least, my own very gay boyfriend."

"Bisexual, love."

Sirius craned his neck to look at Remus with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I'm bi, Sirius," Remus smiled softly. "I've always been."

"But you never..." Sirius started.

"You're, right, it never came out, pun intended," Remus chuckled. "It didn't seem important when we started dating and after that the focus was just us, you know?"

"Oh, I don't care about your label, Moony, I just wish I'd known so I wouldn't get it wrong, it's important," Sirius said. "But you never said anything about fancying a girl in all the years I've known you."

"He doesn't have to prove his bisexuality to anyone, you know," Lily frowned from Mary's embrace.

"That's true but not the point," Remus smiled, moving a curl behind Sirius's ear. "I had small crushes on boys and girls alike when I was a kid, but I never liked a girl again after coming to Hogwarts."

"Never?" Sirius frowned. "Since you were eleven?"

"No. And I never liked other boys as well since the moment I opened a compartment door on the train and looked at you for the very first time."

Sirius felt his heart melt.

"Oh, Moony..."

"It's always been you, Pads," Remus whispered. "Just you and no one else."

Lily about James.

hey love! yes, absolutely, my heart beats for this

sirius once got really drunk at a party and admitted he sometimes feels guilty for not being “consistent” enough for remus. remus spent the next hour kissing every inch of his face and telling him he fell in love with all of them, every version, and that’s never changing

hair is sirius’ biggest gender expression thing. sometimes it’s long and wild with little braids remus does for him (remus learned just for sirius and it’s the most tender thing), sometimes he goes full soft curls with glitter in them for parties. remus’ hands are always in it, no matter the style

sirius loves when remus calls him “baby” on masc days and “darling” on femme days and just “sweetheart” or “my love” when he’s somewhere in between. the way remus adapts without making it a big deal makes sirius feel so seen it’s almost embarrassing

he has this collection of thrifted skirts in every length and fabric. his favorite is a deep burgundy one that he wears with high heeled boots on going-out-nights. remus can’t stop staring at his legs the entire evening and keeps absentmindedly playing with the hem when they’re ordering drinks at the bar

on days when sirius feels more feminine, he steals remus’ cardigans and wears them over lacy tops. remus comes home from work and finds him curled on the couch like that and just melts, calling him “lovely” in that quiet wrecked voice

they have a necklace with a little moon charm that remus gave him. wears it every single day, no matter how he’s presenting. sometimes runs his fingers over it when he’s anxious about how people might read him that day

he still gets giddy when remus instinctively corrects people who misgender him, but even more when remus just uses whatever feels right in the moment without thinking. that effortless love makes sirius weak every time

makeup is another love language. sirius is really good at it. remus watches him through the mirror while he does it and it always ends in making out and being late to whatever event they were about to attend

sirius has a “secret wardrobe” in his mind, (not just physical clothes, but like, entire personas that align with his gender for the day)

sirius never understood hook-up culture. the idea of physical intimacy without the absolute bedrock of trust and shared history feels like hell. for him, sex is an extension of profound emotional love, so it makes every touch, every kiss with remus feel sacred

he struggled with the whole “ladies’ guy” persona at school because, while he enjoyed the attention and the performance per se, he rarely felt a genuine spark of physical attraction. he’d see james and lily, or even remus and peter, developing crushes with a certain intensity, and wonder if there was something wrong with him because it just didn't click like that

demisexuality means sirius used to feel broken in his late teens, because everyone around him seemed to want to fuck anything that moved and he just didn’t (until remus). now he jokes that remus “ruined” him for anyone else, but it’s half-serious. no one else has ever made his body light up like that

the concept of “love at first sight” or instant physical desire was utterly alien to sirius, but also there was remus who made him feel very weird, and so sirius was like ??? what’s going on ?? half the time

this is precisely why remus is, and always will be, his person. their bond wasn’t forged in a flash of physical longing, but in years of friendship, protection, shared secrets, and seeing each other through their worst moments. with remus, sirius gets captivated by his mind and his kindness long before his body ever thinks of following suit

the first time he ever felt that profound physical pull towards remus wasn’t during a grand, movie-like romantic moment, but during a mundane, intimate one, like remus quietly explaining a complicated concept for a school project they’re collaborating on or smth like that

in that absorbed closeness, a switch flips inside sirius. love he already knew, but now there’s an undeniable need to be physically close, to cherish and protect this specific soul

when he and remus are finally intimate, sirius finds himself surprised by the sheer emotional intensity of it, the feeling of finally being completely seen and accepted in every facet of his being

remus never pushes sirius for physical affection until sirius is truly ready to open that door. he waits for sirius to lead the way, knowing that when sirius finally reaches for him, it’s a decision of his entire being

in the quiet sanctuary of their shared apartment, after years of knowing each other, sirius finds complete freedom. he can wake up feeling like a he, a she, a they, or something in-between, and remus’ gaze never falters, always holding the same adoring love for every single one of sirius’ beautiful, shifting selves

Regulus black who is a language nerd and learned welsh because Remus spoke it.

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Remus sat as still as he could as Sirius sat between his legs, makeup strewn all over. He didn't understand how people could just put all this stuff on their face, all the time. It made his face itch.

Sirius swore he wouldn't do too much, just a pride flag on Remus' cheek, but then he insisted on giving "his Moony some stars," so now Remus was subject to little stars being dotted across his cheeks in various colors.

He would endure this though, as it gave him an excuse to stare at Sirius' face.

He had a pride flag down one side of his face, and a gay flag on his other cheek. He'd dusted his face with glitter, which Remus vehemently protested when Sirius offered, but Sirius looked absolutely ethereal.

"You're staring, Moony."

Remus huffed softly. "You act like you mind."

"Lucky for you, my darling treasure, I do not." Sirius said, hitting Remus' nose lightly with the end of the brush.

"You done then?"

Sirius hummed in response. "I suppose."

"You're still not putting that glitter on my face."

"Fine, fine."