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tyyy for the tag @ricochetyears !! <3

hiii!! i actually really love this take on remus 🥹

he definitely could be an environmental nerd. he reads all those depressing articles about microplastics and climate stuff + the cigarette pack warnings like five times and spirals

he used to smoke here and there in uni (mostly when stressed during exams), but now the graphic images on the packs stress him the fuck out. he’ll be smoking one day and then suddenly stare at the pack like “what if i get lung cancer and sirius has to watch me die” and that’s it. decision made

so yeah, once they move in together he quits completely. cold turkey (or at least tries to). he’s terrified of sirius breathing in secondhand smoke or getting sick because of him. sirius finds it equal parts sweet and dramatic, but he’s so proud of remus for quitting

he teases remus endlessly. he’ll dramatically cough when remus walks by and go “moony… i can feel the ulcers forming already… your toxic aura…” until remus smacks him

remus becomes that annoying ex-smoker who side-eyes anyone smoking near them on the street. if he has an opportunity he starts lecturing about secondhand smoke like a walking public service announcement

he still gets the occasional craving when he’s stressed, but he’ll just chew on a pen or his fingers or go for a long walk instead. sirius helps by keeping the flat super clean and making it smell nice so remus doesn’t associate home with cigarettes anymore

when they start talking about having kids, they both decide to be fully smoke-free. sirius quits too (he was more of a social smoker anyway) and remus becomes that dad who researches air purifiers and lectures everyone about it lmao

years later when their kids are little, remus still has the occasional stressed moment where he craves a cigarette, but then one of the kids coughs and he looks horrified like he personally caused it. sirius just laughs and distracts him with kisses

you just hit my absolute sweet spot with the doctors au, yes please and thank you, let’s focus on that one

i think remus could be a pediatrician. it just fits him. he’s got that gentle, calm demeanor that immediately puts worried parents and scared kids at ease. he’s patient, explains things in a soothing voice, and keeps a stash of cool stickers and lollipops in his desk drawer

he's utterly beloved by his tiny patients, who draw him pictures of “dr. moony” with a big smile

he's probably always a little bit behind on his notes because he spends too long making sure everyone feels truly heard.

sirius could be the neurosurgeon (or trauma surgeon, because chaos). like, hear me out. he has the steadiest hands, an almost arrogant confidence that's backed up by pure skill, and a fierce dedication to saving lives

his smartass mouth is legendary in the OR, usually dishing out witty remarks to keep the tension from crushing everyone

he’s the one who pulls off the impossible surgeries everyone else shakes their heads at. everyone in the hospital respects him, even if they’re a little intimidated by his intensity

they work at the same (very large, very busy) hospital. remus’ office is on the peds floor, sirius is usually up in neuro or the main OR wing

they rarely see each other during the day, but sometimes remus will catch a glimpse of sirius, striding purposefully, scrubs a little rumpled, hair falling artfully into his eyes, and remus’ heart will do a stupid little flutter

sirius, on the other hand, will occasionally pop down to peds for a “consult” (really just to steal a moment with remus and maybe snag one of his good lollipops)

when they do interact professionally (maybe sirius needs to check on a neuro referral for one of remus’ patients or smth), it's all polite, detached professionalism, like “good day, doctor lupin” and “nice to see you, doctor black”. their colleagues find it charmingly old-school, oblivious to the simmering devotion beneath the surface

if we’re talking about them being in a relationship: they both work brutal hours and pull long shifts. remus comes home drained from comforting families, sirius comes home buzzing with adrenaline from a 10-hour surgery. they don’t always need to talk about it, because holding each other in silence is enough

if sirius finishes late, remus will have snacks ready, maybe a hot bath drawn, and definitely a record playing softly. if remus has had a particularly rough day, sirius will take charge, making tea, rubbing his temples, and reminding him of all the good he does. there’s always a lot of gentle touch, like shoulder rubs, hair strokes, just keeping a comforting hand on each other

remus’ heart swells when he hears a junior doctor praise sirius’ incredible surgical skill. sirius, in turn, will fiercely defend remus’ gentle approach, knowing it saves people in a way his scalpel never could. he'll sometimes sneak a peek at the thank-you cards remus gets, and his chest goes tight with love for the man who makes such a quiet, profound difference

sirius leaves little notes in remus’ lunch bag (if remus remembers to take one to work). remus always makes sure sirius has his favorite coffee ready before the shift starts

and i mean, like, they get it. they understand the toll their jobs take, the weight of responsibility, the moments of despair and the flashes of triumph. they don't judge each other’s coping mechanisms (sirius’ loud music and chain smoking, remus’ chain smoking and quiet tv). instead, they offer unconditional support and love, knowing that they are each other’s rock in a world that often demands too much

when they get a night off together, it's sacred. sometimes it’s fancy dinners, sometimes it’s ordering terrible takeout and watching a bad movie. they’re just happy to be horizontal with each other like that. there’s always a lot of hand-holding, soft kisses, and the comfort of just existing together, away from the beeping machines and the sterile smell of the hospital

Hello lovey, of course!! PSA: I'm not religious at all and never have been so this is purely based on knowledge

I'd like to think that both boys have some sort of religious guilt but both for different reasons

Remus grew up in a smaller city where people were tight-knit and would attend church every Sunday in his best clothes that his mum would fix up for him. His religion stemmed from his parents who were also raised religiously. They weren't unbelievably strict, though religion was something they always relied on and something none of them could truly detach from

On the other hand, Sirius grew up in a more strict religious household (more likely literalists) his parents would take everything word for word and would not let their boys stray from it whatsoever. They would attend church every Sunday as well as going other times of the week to repent and ask for forgiveness

Despite being in a loving family, Remus' relationship with religion was tricky. He didn't want to detach himself, but there was always a nagging feeling telling him he didn't belong. It wasn't something he agreed with. And it didn't help that his parents loved God and the comfort it gave them when times were tough. But despite that feeling, his love for his parents was stronger than his insecurities.

And, his small town didn't help with his debate because everybody knew everything everybody and with a situation like this they would be shunned out of town because that was just the way their life worked.

Because of that, Remus stayed, despite being somewhat of a non-believer. But even when he had that feeling, he couldn't help but turn to God in situations where it seemed like nothing else could help.

When he began gaining feelings for boys, he would go to church more often, praying and begging for forgiveness for a feeling that wouldn't go away. But the sin lingered and grew, and so did Remus' confidence in himself. Especially after he left his small town.

For Sirius it was slightly different. His parents were cruel and there was no room for anything other than God, it was something Sirius always knew. But Sirius did not, whatsoever, believe in God. He had suffered too much to still believe in an omnibenevolent God. So, as soon as he could, he detached himself from the religion.

When he went to church, he wouldn't sing the hymns nor would he dress up appropriately because it didn't feel right. He wouldn't pray or ask for forgiveness and he wouldn't read his bible or connect with the words written. But when there were no eyes on him, he would go to Church, even if it was only for a few minutes, to sit and collect himself because there was always that feeling of comfort.

When he had sex with a guy for the first time, Sirius' first reaction was to ask for forgiveness. He cried to himself quietly as he whispered the words, 'God, please forgive me for my sins.'' Because no matter what happened, Sirius didn't want to end up in a place of eternal fire and pain, his life was already bad.

But despite the begging, praying, and crying, there was no moment where Sirius felt truly connected to God. Never.

When Sirius & Remus got together, it was a long, painstaking moment. They couldn't help but feel sick that they both wanted each other to deeply, and they both loved each other more than they could ever love a God.

hello love <3 pillow princess sirius is a very valid take actually. thank you for your service. here are a few of my thoughts on this:

even when lying back lazily, sirius’ body language makes it obvious he’s completely into remus’ attention. he lets remus adjust the pillows under his head and shoulders, murmuring approval while he luxuriates in the comfort

remus brushes stray hairs from sirius’ forehead and behind his ears while holding him down, and sirius always blushes

he’s absolutely the type to dramatically flop onto a bed and go “come here” like he’s the one in charge (he’s not)

remus always gently holds sirius’ wrists to guide his hands to where he wants them

while holding sirius close, remus keeps adjusting blankets and pillows, murmuring, “better, baby?” to make sure sirius feels comfortable

sirius will receive all the affection he can get and purr under it, giving little reciprocation but plenty of subtle reactions like moans, shivers, and tiny smiles

he may pout or protest playfully, but he’s secretly thriving on being pampered, held, and doted on by remus

whenever he rides remus, there’s very little work from him. he would just sit there and look pretty with his beautiful wavy hair falling into his face while remus works for two

he enjoys missionary and doggy very much because he can just lay there and get fucked within an inch of his life without doing anything to contribute (he especially loves missionary because he can watch his lovely boy work harddd to please him)

remus finds it impossible to resist him because sirius’ smug exterior crumbles the moment he’s touched or cared for

sirius loves having his hair played with. will 100% climax mid-intercourse if remus keeps doing it, especially massaging his scalp with his fingertips

sirius loves lazily reaching for remus’ hand only to have remus guide it back to stroking his hair or tracing his jaw

remus always adjusts the lighting or opens a window for a cool breeze, just for sirius’ comfort, and sirius basks in the attention without lifting a finger

hello hello my love, of course 😈

sirius has this unconscious habit of always needing something between his lips or teeth: pen caps, the edge of his thumbnail, the straw in his drink, it doesn’t matter. remus notices it early on and starts carrying little things in his pocket just for him, like toothpicks, those sour strips, even a spare silicone hair tie sirius can chew on when he’s fidgety during long drives or late-night talks.

it gets intimate fast. when they’re curled up on the couch watching something mindless, sirius will absentmindedly nuzzle into remus’ neck and start mouthing at the skin there, giving him soft presses of lips or little sucks that leave faint marks.

the more stressed sirius is (work bullshit, family echoes, whatever), the more he seeks out remus’ fingers. he’ll tug remus’ hand to his mouth mid-conversation, nip lazily on two knuckles while maintaining eye contact, all until remus’ voice cracks and the conversation dies.

sirius loves giving head not just for the act itself but for the way it occupies him completely, mouth full, jaw working, every sense tuned to remus’ reactions. he’ll drag it out on purpose, humming around him, taking breaks just to lick and kiss and breathe hot against sensitive skin, because the fixation makes him greedy for the taste and the weight and the way remus’ thighs tremble.

they turn it playful sometimes. like remus will eat an ice lolly in front of sirius on a hot day, knowing exactly what it does, so sirius ends up on his knees ten minutes later, trading the cold sweetness for something warmer and far more urgent.

mornings are lazy and specifically steamy when sirius wakes up with that restless energy and crawls down the bed before remus is fully conscious, mouthing at him through his boxers until remus wakes gasping.

remus starts keeping flavored lip balm in the nightstand because sirius gets obsessed with the taste when they kiss for hours, licking it off remus’ lips until they’re both slick and breathless and grinding against each other with no real rush to finish.

sometimes it’s not sexual at all, obviously, like sirius will kiss remus’ palm and hold it there against his lips during a tough phone call, drawing comfort from the contact because it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

sirius steals remus’ cigarettes just to roll the filter between his lips and tongue while they’re smoking on the fire escape, eyes half-lidded, until remus finally yanks it away and replaces it with his lips.

after arguments, sirius’ fixation turns soft and apologetic, and he crawls into remus’ lap, tucks his face against his throat, and just presses his lips to remus’ pulse, pecking until the anger melts into quiet kisses.

late at night when remus is reading in bed, sirius slides under the covers without a word and rests his cheek on remus’ stomach, lazily biting on the soft skin just above his waistband from time to time.

also yeah, sirius is a BITER. he bites. all the time, at any given moment, he just needs to bite his man.

sirius traces every freckle on remus’ body with his lips like he’s connecting invisible constellations, then sucks the darkest ones until they bloom darker under his mouth.

oh ru absolutely… personally i love cityboy sirius + cowboy remus dynamic, so here are some things i’m thinking of:

remus lives on a ranch a bit outside a small town. he keeps mostly to himself, takes care of injured horses people bring him, and everyone in the nearest town thinks he’s a little strange but very kind. there’s always a dog following him around (actually several).

he’s not lonely exactly, but his life is quiet and predictable. he wakes early, drinks coffee on the porch, works with the horses, fixes things around the property. it’s a good life, just solitary.

sirius is extremely out of place the first time he shows up. band t-shirt, dark sunglasses, boots that immediately get dirt all over them. he arrives because he needs a break from the city (james suggests the ranch as a place to clear his head).

the first time remus sees sirius he almost laughs softly because the man is so clearly not from around there. he finds him standing by his car looking deeply offended by a cow.

sirius sees remus leaning against a fence in the late afternoon light, shirt open, sun behind him, and immediately thinks he’s the most attractive man ever.

he starts flirting instantly. it’s half habit, half curiosity, because he didn’t expect the soft-spoken cowboy with a sunburned nose to do something strange to his stomach.

the thing is, neither of them plays games about it. the attraction is obvious and warm and mutual from the start.

sirius follows him around the ranch like a bored but fascinated puppy. watching him split wood, fix fences, saddle horses. he pretends he’s unimpressed but he stares.

remus notices the staring. he also notices sirius slowly pulling his hair up when it’s hot.

sirius insists he needs to stay for a bit longer because his car “needs a part.” remus knows the mechanic in town who gladly agrees to fix it (it’s not actually broken).

remus wears old flannel shirts and worn denim jackets with elbow patches he sewed himself. his hat is battered and sun-faded and sirius steals it constantly just to see remus get flustered.

remus whistles when he works. low, soft tunes. the horses calm down immediately when he’s around. sirius thinks that’s the most magical thing he’s ever seen.

the tension gets ridiculous. sirius leans too close when talking. remus keeps finding reasons to touch him, like steadying him at the small of his back when sirius climbs a fence.

sirius asks questions about everything. the animals, the land, the local shops, the way the sky looks so much bigger outside the city. remus answers patiently and ends up smiling far more than he usually does.

remus teaches sirius how to ride properly, standing close behind him to guide his hands on the reins. sirius pretends he’s focusing on the horse but he’s actually very aware of remus’ chest against his back.

sirius gradually just… never leaves. first he helps him fix fences, then the barn roof, then suddenly he’s living in the spare room and arguing with remus about breakfast.

remus is secretly very touchy but shy about starting it. sirius learns that if he leans against remus’ side while they’re sitting on the porch steps, remus will relax into him instantly.

the first kiss happens at night on the porch after a few beers. it’s quiet out there, just crickets and wind. sirius says something remus misses because of his own thoughts getting louder and louder, and then he just pulls him in.

it starts slow but turns heated very quickly because sirius kisses like he’s trying to start a fire and remus has clearly been holding back for weeks.

remus is big on hands. big rough rancher hands sliding under sirius’ shirt, thumbs tracing the line of his hips.

sirius likes to provoke him just to see remus lose composure. leaning across the kitchen counter, whispering things in his ear while remus is trying to make dinner.

when they get intimate it’s messy and intense. sirius ends up half pinned into the mattress while remus kisses down his neck and he’s like oh this is why people move to the countryside.

they feel really safe lying together afterwards, sweaty and warm, sirius tracing the freckles across remus’ shoulders while remus presses lazy kisses into his hair.

sirius is very used to being the strong and confident one but remus has this steady energy that makes him blush in ways he’s not used to. he genuinely feels like he can finally relax.

mornings become their favorite time: fresh bread with soft butter & coffee on the porch, sirius wrapped in one of remus’ jackets because the air is cold, remus’ arm around his shoulders while the sun comes up over the fields.

remus is strong from ranch work and sirius absolutely loves it. he finds excuses to be picked up, pulled closer, steadied by those big hands.

sirius loves riding with remus across the fields, arms around his waist, cheek against his shoulder.

remus absolutely calls him “city boy” in a low voice during certain moments just to make sirius shiver.

sirius ends up staying far longer than planned. he works remotely, and so his favorite hobby is to sit on the porch, laptop balanced on his knees while remus moves around the yard.

so intimate. for them, it’s a religious experience. it can be quick and messy, happen in a new place, or at a completely random time, but it’s always full of love and affection. lemme write out some of my niche thoughts:

i’m completely sure sirius gets really vulnerable, which means whiny, pouty, overstimulated, and somehow even more affectionate than usual. the best part is that he never feels gross or guilty, because remus will literally kiss his face all over, whisper soft things in his ear, and not give a single fuck if sirius mostly just lays there. remus is just thrilled to bring him pleasure.

neither of them likes anything that feels emotionally distant!!! they both prefer lots of eye contact, hands everywhere, and being close the entire time. sirius loves leaving marks, he’ll absolutely cover remus’ shoulders and collarbones in them if remus lets him (he always lets him).

remus is a “yeah? is that good?” hot ass kinda boyfriend who’s very attentive during sex. he checks in a lot, genuinely fascinated by what makes sirius react, murmurs things like “you like that?, “tell me where”, “that okay?” etc.

sirius gets flushed so. easily. red cheeks, damp hair stuck to his forehead, lips swollen because he bites and bites and bites them. remus gets sweaty across his shoulders and chest first, freckles standing out more when he’s overheated, and sirius always ends up dragging his hands over his skin because he likes the heat and slickness of it.

remus likes when sirius grabs him back, fingers digging into his shoulders or pulling him closer.

sirius is very into praise. the second remus murmurs something like “good, that’s it” or “there you are” sirius goes visibly weak for it.

remus himself didn’t realize he liked praise until sirius started giving it to him back, all the quiet, breathless “you’re doing so well” and “you’re making me feel so good, baby” that make remus’ face go red.

sirius likes when remus holds his jaw or chin to make him look at him; remus likes when sirius runs his hands through his hair or pulls slightly.

sirius likes to wrap himself around remus, grab his face, tug on his hair, and make very loud wow you’re amazing noises. i also have a weird feeling that sirius is obsessed with remus’ ass and whenever they’re doing missionary with remus on top, he grabs it and squeezes it and kneads it 😔

these boys have an insane oral fixation, they love rimming and blowjobs and kissing and stuff.

remus is usually quiet at first, but the more worked up he gets the more whimper-y and shaky he becomes, and sirius finds that extremely attractive.

sirius initiates sex more often, usually in a very casual way, sliding a hand under remus’ t-shirt while they’re on the couch or pulling him back into bed when remus tries to get up. remus pretends to resist sometimes, mostly because he enjoys watching sirius get increasingly dramatic about it. sirius usually starts cocky and in control, all smug grins and teasing, but he’s also the one who loses his composure first once remus really focuses on him.

also sirius is terrible at waiting. if remus kisses his neck too long he immediately drags him somewhere more private.

sirius is hypersensitive, and remus knows exactly how to read him. every touch makes him shiver or gasp, and remus loves tracing his lips and fingers over the places sirius reacts to the most (lower stomach, neck, nipples, inner thighs). he’s patient and slow when sirius needs it, and fiery when sirius wants it.

when sirius is in a i-want-to-be-taken-care-of mood, he gets noticeably quieter. instead of teasing or talking, he’s more focused on holding onto remus. his voice gets softer too, and a lot of the time he’s just breathing against remus’ skin rather than saying anything.

remus usually notices immediately and slows down a little, checking in, and sirius will just nod or give a quiet “yeah” against his collarbone.

once sirius settles into the feeling of being taken care of, the talking slowly starts creeping back, and his mouth becomes ridiculous in the sweetest way. he basically turns into a stream of breathless praise and affection directed at remus, stuff like oh my god, you’re so good to me; right there, yeah, that’s it; you’re so fucking fine; don’t stop, baby; you’re such a good boy; i love you so much, you’re fucking amazing. it’s less about being “dirty” and more about enthusiastic lovebombing.

actually they’re both very comfortable saying what they want. if something doesn’t feel quite right, it’s normal for one of them to just murmur something like “wait, not that angle” or “baby, that’s not working”, or “hang on, slower”, and there’s zero awkwardness about it.

remus pays attention to tiny signals like the way sirius’ breathing changes or his fingers tighten on his shoulders or the way he goes quiet instead of talking along. remus would immediately go like “that’s the spot, isn’t it?” just to make sure.

if sirius says something doesn’t feel good, remus immediately adjusts, same the other way around. it actually makes things more relaxed and intimate, because neither of them is worrying about pretending everything is perfect.

sirius also usually will make a comment like romance is alive and well or smth when they finally find the right rythm.

they both love the way they fit together, how remus can feel sirius tense and then melt under his touch, and how sirius just take what he wants. they gasp and murmur into each other’s mouths, necks, and shoulders, whispering each other’s names, sometimes laughing when it gets messy, sometimes lost in the feeling, completely focused on the other. they experiment and play, teasing, switching, exploring favorite spots, hands and mouths everywhere, always paying attention to the tiniest reactions.

they both like it fast and urgent sometimes, pushing each other against walls, over tables, on the bed, anywhere remus can hold sirius close and feel him shiver.

sirius loves being on top, riding remus slowly, watching his face twist with pleasure, while remus murmurs encouragement and lets him take the lead.

remus also loves bottoming on the days when he feels less energetic, letting sirius explore every inch, feel every twitch, every gasp.

they switch constantly (sirius on his fours, remus holding him up in the air, spooning, standing, sitting, always checking for what makes the other feel good.

they whisper messy, dirty, loving words like “yours,” “mine,” “so good,” “don’t stop”, while their bodies click like puzzles.

afterward, they stay tangled, sweaty, breathless, whispering soft reassurances and praises, kissing, stroking and holding, never letting the other feel alone or ashamed. sirius tends to fall asleep immediately afterward, sprawled across remus like a blanket.