i love remus lupin

Remus needing to use a cane is my favourite thing ever

Hc that some of Sirius’ habits are actually super unnerving. Like Remus will come home to their flat and Sirius is just sitting in the dark staring at the wall. Or when he lived with the Potters he would dangle like half his torso off the balcony because it gave him a rush. And in the common room fire back at Hogwarts, he’d throw in strands of hair just to watch it curl up and burn with morbid fascination.

morning sex is wolfstar’s thing. slow, lazy, tangled sheets, sirius riding remus while the sun filters in, both of them still half-asleep, murmuring each other’s names and soft “i love you”s

sirius is so half-open mouth, big glassy stare, rapid breathing type of climax. remus is so eyes squeezed shut, bitten lip, furrowed brows type. i will not be elaborating

Sirius asking 'Do you love me?' to Remus atleast 50 times with an hour and Remus replying 'yes' everytime without getting annoyed.

sirius' eyes randomly welling up with tears, while he's doing mundane tasks like brushing his hair, or doing the laundry, there's no thought that triggers it, his body is just so full of grief that it spills over in the smallest moments

wolfstar post sex bliss means a lot to me. both of them flopping down onto the bed, panting and huffing out soft laughs next to each other. sirius rolling over to look at remus before saying “y’know.. you’re not half bad, moons” like he didn’t experience an earth shattering orgasm because of remus 5 minutes prior. remus chuckling softly while taking sirius hand, pressing his lips to sirius’ knuckles while replying “you aren’t too bad yourself.” like he didnt blow his entire load into the boy lying next to him. remus resting his head on sirius’ chest, mumbling about how sirius’ heart is still racing against his ear while placing a kiss right above it. remus lazily tracing the hickeys he left on sirius’ neck with his finger. sirius asking if any of remus’ joints are sore, to which remus snorts and asks “aren’t you the one who’s meant to be sore?” both of them falling tangled up in each other, the world around them forgotten. is this anything

sirius hooking his fingers through remus' belt loops, always keeping that contact no matter what remus is doing or who he's talking to. remus secretly loving this clinginess