We Were infinite - A Marauder’s Saga

Remus first learns this when they are sitting with their hands interlocked doing work and Sirius just casually writes his essay with his left hand because his right is holding Remus’

And Remus is shocked because how has he never noticed??

And he’s not writing in his perfect Black cursive, his handwriting with his left hand is a lot messier, a lot more ‘him’

But the next day he is taking notes in class with his right hand and the perfect handwriting is back and Remus is so confused

So he finally asks Sirius about it and he tells him about how he was born a leftie

But his parents couldn’t have a defected heir, so they forced him to learn with his right hand

So now he can write pretty well with both but just defaults to the right because that’s what he’s always done

And Remus just decides at every opportunity to sit on Sirius’ right and hold his hand so he has to write with his left

Sirius escapes, part 1

I cant remember the name of it and have searched my bookmarks to no avail 😔

Its a short wolfstar fic (established relationship) where Sirius is obsessed with Remus cock, and not always sexually but likes to sniff it cause it calms him (i think??). And Remus joked that he wondered if Sirius liked his dick more than himself

It was kinda fluffy (?) i think, and i dont remember the rating but it is probably E

“Sometimes I think you love my dick more than you actually love me.” Remus joked one day. It was the middle of July and the cooling charm just wasn’t doing the trick inside the flat so they were both stripped down to their boxers and t-shirts. Remus sitting on the couch watching some silly documentary on the muggle television that only he would find interesting and when Sirius had entered the living room he hadn’t thought twice before kneeling on the floor between his lover’s legs and burying his face in his crotch. It was such a common occurrence at this point in their relationship that it wasn’t even necessarily sexual.

Sirius grinned, nudging the beloved bulge with his nose. “I do not love it more .” He insisted. “...it’s a close call though.”