Taste of a kiss

he lets his mind wander to the memories of them. The way he would make sure that his face was the first thing Remus saw when he would wake up after a full moon. The way he smelled like leather, a bit of wet dog and the forest, and the way he could always taste a hint of firewiskey and cigarettes on his lips. Oh, what he would do to taste that again.When Remus took his first smoke it was like Sirius had never left his side. He closed his eyes an sighed. "Aw Remus, you really did miss me ?" Sirius grinned. "Shut up pads." The cigarette made him taste Sirius on his lips. After that moment he smoked every night before he went to sleep, as if it was his goodnight- kiss from his Sirius. Every morning, first thing he did was smoke, as if Sirius kissed him good morning. Every time he got home after grocery shopping the taste of Sirius welcomed him back and every time when he felt bad the cigarettes kissed it better.OrRemus started smoking when Sirius was in Azkaban because that was the only piece of him he could have.

Edited on 28-01-2025. TW: Depression. Mentions of addiction.This is my first time writing a fic, let me know if you have any feedback! I thought of this headcannon that Remus always hated the idea of smoking (but secretly loved the smell/taste on Sirius) and only started once he lost Sirius and that was the only piece of him he could still haveAlso let me know if I made any mistakes! Although I'd like to believe I'm pretty good at English it isn't my first language. :)@Sannuho_0 on twt