Could you possibly do a Wolfstar where Sirus and Rumus break things off but after a while one/both of them end up realizing how big of a mistake that was. Or maybe they stay broken up? (Love your writing btw.)
Remus remembers how they used to sit together in every class.
They’d whisper and pass notes when the professor wasn’t looking.
They’d hold hands under the desk.
Remus remembers how he’d pretty much had to learn how to write left handed so he could comfortably hold Sirius’ hand with his right one for the entire class.
Remus remembers how Sirius, in the particularly boring lessons, would just start to push his hand up Remus’ thigh making him shiver and making his writing go slanted.
Remus remembers how Sirius would slowly but surely inch his homework over to Remus and then lean in, whispering with his lips pressed to Remus’ ear, “I don’t get it, Moons. You’re distracting me.”
Remus remembers how he’d move practically the entire desk when he raised his hand because he only ever answered questions that he really knew and when that happened he got excited.
Remus remembers how he held his quill properly and wrote in perfect script, the lines always completely even - most likely a token of his upbringing.
Remus remembers how Sirius hated that.
Remus remembers the way the use to scoot their chairs as close to each other as they could and how he could feel Sirius’ arm brush his at every one of his slight movements.
He remembers how sometimes Sirius would just drop his head onto Remus’ shoulder for the rest of the class because “Moons, this is soboring.”
Remus sat behind Sirius now.
And even though he couldn’t see him, but he knew exactly what he was doing in every moment of the class.
His left arm moved a little and Remus knew he was rubbing his eyes because “I don’t get it, Moons. I just don’t get it.”
His body would be tensed up and Remus knew he was purposely trying to muck up his writing - but his ‘y’s still had perfect loops and he never got too much ink on his quill.
And it tortured Remus because he shouldn’t be this far away from him.
He wasn’t meant to be this far away from him.
Remus feels like screaming everyday.
Sirius remembers how they used to sleep in the same bed every night.
It probably should have been a bit of a tight fit but they slept so close to each other it wasn’t any problem at all
It was warm and safe
Sirius remembers how he’d sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with no blankets
He’d look over to find Remus - or what he thinks is Remus - because he has cocooned himself so tightly in the bundle of blankets he just looks like a lump of feathery quilt.
And Sirius remembers, no matter how tired he was, he’d smile and do his best to gentile roll Remus over and find the end of the quilt.
“Quick Re, let me in, I’m frozen.”
And Remus would sleepily unwrap the quilt, only to re-wrap it around both of them once he had Sirius firmly snugged against his chest
Sirius still can never get over the pure safety and happiness he feels in that instant that he goes from being cold and shivering to wrapped up in the warm, thick quilt with his body flush with Remus’ - they’d tangle their legs together, their arms around each other and Sirius always ended up with his head against Remus’ chest so he could fall asleep to his heartbeat - wrapped in their own little blanket cocoon
But now, it isn’t the same
Because there’s Remus over in his bed and here’s Sirius in his own
Remus is laying on his back, stiff, with his eyes closed and Sirius, who’s not even bothered to lay down because really, he hasn’t gotten any sleep since the split, is absolutely convinced that he’s awake
Sirius watches him and watches him until he can’t stand it anymore
He throws his quilt off of him and walks straight to Remus’ bed, not even pausing before he’s ripping back the covers and climbing in right up against Remus
Remus starts in surprise, his eyes seeming to fill up with tears instantly because fuck fuck fuck he missed this
“I can’t, Moons.” Sirius has his head nestled in Remus’ neck, feeling better than he had in months, “Merlin, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat.” Sirius finally looks up into Remus’ face, so close he can feel his breathing, “I can’t focus, I can’t think… I can’t live, Remus.”
Remus is still in stunned silence when Sirius adds softly,
“I can’t live without you, okay?”
And Remus just slowly nods, and then some tears spill over and then he’s crying and pulling Sirius close to him and kissing him over and over because he never thought he’d get to do this again
And when James wakes up the next morning to see them in each other’s arms again, he just smiles because,