Monbeauloup - Our Tragedy Was Written In The Stars

*in class, brewing amortentia*

Remus: Sirius, you're obviously doing it wrong! I still only smell wet dog fur, you bloody idiot!

Sirius: I'm not doing anything wrong! Maybe if you ate less chocolate we would smell something, you bastard!

Peter: Should we- should we tell them?

James and Lily: No, let them finish.

okay but hear me out:

In first year Remus never told anyone when his birthday was

The marauders made a big fuss on birthdays

Until Sirius asked McGonnagal

She told them because they were super annoying

Remus wakes up on his birthday thinking it would be a normal day

Instead wakes up to his friends holding balloons, gifts and a sign that said “Happy Birthday Remu”

They blamed James

Remus was utterly shocked at his friends

Tries convincing them today is not his birthday and they shouldn’t celebrate

“Nonsense. This is gonna be LEGENDARY”

They sing him happy birthday in the Great Hall too

And whenever they come into each other in the halls

And at dinner

To end the day they sneak out past midnight to the astrology tower

They gift Remus a cake (It said again “Remu”)

Remus goes to bed so happy because he has the best friends ever

Forget regular presents. I’m waiting for the day someone gives me their favorite book annotated with all their thoughts and ideas.

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.

Sirius: May i sit here?

Remus: That’s my lap.

Sirius: That doesn’t answer my question, Remus.

I’ve got a clear vision in my head of a young Remus coming back from full moons and missions for the Order with only the strength to put on slippers before he’s out like a light.

my favorite black sister *sigh*

“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.”

Wolfstar fans, if you like angst with a happy ending, read this if you haven’t already!!! It’s so good, properly written and the emotions in this one are... *chef’s kiss* So pure, so strong.

Remus: *plucking petals off a flower* He loves me... he loves me not. He loves me... he loves me not. He loves me... *plucks last petal* he loves me not...

Sirius: *bursting in with an armful of various flowers and bouquets* That can’t be right, try again.

I got myself a copy of The Secret History bc i only read the eBook once, thought the story was really captivating and i loved it so much.

I’ve also been a Henry Winter apologist since i read it. He could push me off a ravine and i would be fine with it.