Regulus Black Vibes ✨

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

When Regulus gets Sorted into Slytherin and officially ripped away from his older brother, Sirius takes the loss hard, not quite used to the radio silence or seeing his brother on the opposite side of the battlefield. He misses talking to his little brother, so he hatches a brilliant idea. He marches up to Regulus one afternoon, face contorted in anger, and yells, comment allez vous? Tu me manques! Regulus’ eyebrows furrow in confusion as Sirius stares at him, waiting for an answer, and then he understands. Je vais bien. Tu me manques aussi! Their loud voices draw a crowd, students only too excited to see the Black Brothers fighting, unaware that they’re really just confessing how much they miss each other. It’s a clever code that allows them to speak on occasion, just enough for Sirius to know that his little brother still loves him, that he hasn’t lost him quite yet.

Remus tells Sirius he loves him at least a hundred times a day, hoping that, eventually, Sirius will allow himself to feel like he can be loved. It was difficult, at first, seeing his eyes well up every time those three words left Remus’ mouth, the wave of doubt washing over him, but now, the tears are gone, and in their place, rosy cheeks and a shrewd grin. I love you, but that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. I’m going to the library, love you. Don’t be silly, you know I love you. The final I love you comes at night, when the boys are laying together in bed, legs tangled together and heads sharing the same pillow. I can’t give you all the love you deserve, but we’ll start with this. I love you, Remus whispers, pulling Sirius in close and kissing him softly.

marauders era → sirius black

sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. he was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither james’s nor harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.

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Sirius accompanying Remus to the Hogwarts Library.

[Another oldie I wasn’t a fan of and never bothered with returning to, but posting it bc I’ve been so lax with being present on here. Sorry for that. Life got hectic but I love you all 💕]

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Where all the Poets go to die

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The Darkness wept

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Harry stared at Wormtail for a moment, then back at James, who was now doodling on a bit of scrap parchment. He had drawn a Snitch and was now tracing the letters 'L.E.'. What did they stand for? . . . Harry looked down at his father, who had hastily crossed out the 'L.E.' he had been embellishing, jumped to his feet, stuffed his quill and the exam paper into his bag, which he slung over his back, and stood waiting for Sirius to join him.