°⋆the same old fears⋆°

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

so remus sighs (affectionately) and rolls his eyes (affectionately) and then he hauls his ass to the store. and he barely even knows if he's in the mens or womens section but either way he finally found what sirius wanted