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#dtiys by @tinyshroomboy in Instagram! Love this concept and I really really enjoyed drawing this. #tinysboydtiys

can you turn the prompt 'he studies his scars in the mirror' into a wolfstar one shot? if you feel like taking prompts at some stage xxx

hi! yeah of course! i’m more than willing to do that. <3

so, for now i have this rule where i only write brief one shots with 600-1k words. it's short but sweet, i suppose. i hope you like it.

Warnings:

light angst, mentions of scars

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The Star’s Soul ||  𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗

Remus has never liked his scars. They make him feel on edge. A constant reminder of his imprisonment. His torture. Sometimes the only thing he wants is to kill the creature that lurks inside of him.

He studies his scars in the mirror. His fragile body pale and nimble. Trembling all over. He can’t remember it all, but last night’s full moon was rough. He distantly recalls the feeling of his bruised, cut feet and Sirius' warm figure carrying his nude body along the woods.

"My beautiful Moony." Remus flinches at the choice of words, as he takes a moment to admire Sirius’ reflection appearing in the mirror. The nickname always reminds him of the unbearable pain, he so desperately wishes he could forget. Sirius’ gaze lingers over his bare arms and chest, pupils dilating and flickering over the scars. It lefts him feeling self conscious and a tiny part at the back of his head demands to move his body out of sight, but his body refuses to obey to his frantic thoughts.

"You're marvelous to my eyes," Sirius whispers, cloud like voice, softly wrapping around Remus’ senses. He lowers his eyes, his fingers running gently over one of his most recent scars, which hasn’t quite healed yet. Remus hasn’t said anything yet, but his chest feels too heavy and he holds onto his heart, instead of giving it to Sirius.

"I know what you’re thinking about. It’s alright, Remus. There’s nothing wrong about you." He can’t find it in him to fill the space with words. It’s not like he could, even if he wanted to. Remus takes a deep breath and slowly spins around to face his love. He stares into Sirius' dark eyes and exhales long and slow, nodding.

The level of intimacy they share in their glances is mesmerizing. Sirius is speaking with his eyes to express his love. Nothing is left unsaid. He brushes Remus’ cheek with his thumb and reaches for bandages, placing them on each of his scars carefully. With a little frown, causing a crease between his brows, he places a kiss beside one of the bandages.

Remus’ whole body reacts to it alongside a small, shaky sigh lost in his breath. Letting his gaze wander, Sirius places a few more kisses and lifts his gaze with a questioning look. "Does it feel better?"

"Yes..." Remus says quietly, almost like a whisper. He smiles slightly. A small but genuine smile. He lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear and then his thumb strokes his temple, while his remaining fingers gently ease into his hair. “Why is it always you who can make me feel these things?” he asks, voice heavy.

Sirius instinctively leans into his touch with a tiny grin on his face. Remus’ heart flutters slightly at how close there are now. “I could ask you the same question,” he replies softly and lets out a small, shaky breath as well, his hand threading into Remus’ hair and running through it gently.

He never experiences love, safety and happiness as much as he does with Sirius. How could he worry about his scars, when he has the biggest blessing of his life right in front of him? And when Sirius kisses him, the whole world dials down to just their little bubble, where it’s just safety, warmth and love.

"I love you," Sirius says, the words slipping past his lips like a prayer, whispered into the space between their mouths. A tiny whimper escaping Remus as Sirius kisses him again. Again and again.

It’s as though they’re minted love itself. His heart slams against his lungs as Sirius’ eyes penetrate his soul. He touches him like he’s the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on. Remus has never been more in love. Never known a soul like his. Sirius is what his soul knows and they’ll always meet for a love, that has never been more certain.

Sirius is the one

who heals him -

who makes his scars

feel beautiful.

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“As she moved forward into the room, Mrs Tonks’s resemblance to her sister Bellatrix became much less pronounced: Her hair was a light soft brown and her eyes were wider and kinder.”

Sirius: I need a moment to collect myself after Remus John Lupin does anything.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. The Marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

Honestly, my big writing goal is to write something, that an artist likes enough to make fanart of it.

Peter: How do I get people to like me?

Sirius: You can't make everyone like you, you aren't Remus.

Peter: What? I mean not everyone likes Remus.

James *popping up from nowhere*: Who?

Peter: I don't-

Sirius: Names, Peter