bohemianlullabies:

You can’t tell me this didn’t happen.

You can’t tell me that on one of the days when the two were just cuddling on a couch in the common room and Sirius was idly mumbling Remus’ pet/nick name into his hair, with his nose pressed there, just above his ear. Dizzy with the scent of Remus’ hair shampoo in his nose, kind of incoherently stringing cooed words of affection together.

Like “Moony…my precious cinnamon roll…Mooonnyy…my cinnamoony…my sweet sweet cinnamoony”

That he didn’t abruptly stiffen then, with a realization, only to fall into a fit of giggles shortly after. That he didn’t struggle to explain to Remus through soft snorts why and what he all of a sudden found so funny.

“*snorts* Don’t you get it? Cinnamoony? *snickers* Sin-a-moony? *winks* *snorts again*”

And you can’t tell me either that, at this, Remus didn’t, disbelievingly but nonetheless affectionately, just shook his head at his boyfriend and with a grin pulled him down for a kiss.