hiii! it's me again! how u doing?
tbh i had this idea, sirius outlining and drawing on remus' scars to 'make them look really pretty' so that remus doesn't find them ugly
oh and maybe remus trying to do the same for sirius if he has any scars from his birth parents when they practically abused him and in my head remus is terrible at art but he tries his best and it makes sirius so happy
this made me all mushy and sad and happy inside like help me please
⎯🐝
HI~! I’m doing good love how are you? 🥰
OMG— give me a sec I just got really soft reading this and im about to cry cause this is so cute—!!! But i got you 🐝 anon ! 🩷
It was a nice, sunny afternoon where you could find majority of the students of Hogwarts outside enjoying the much needed sun.
But not Sirius and Remus...
Remus wanted to go back to his house common room to catch up on some of the studying he had left to do.
Sirius? He of course followed behind Remus because well...it's Sirius and he loves Remus, so much so that he's willing to ditch James and his request to fly their brooms together. James is crying in the corner to Lily about that.
"Sirius, didn't James ask you if you wanted to fly your broom with him?" Remus asked his boyfriend without looking away from what he was reading.
"Yes."
"And, why aren't you outside with him?"
"Wanted to watch you study instead." Sirius said in the most obvious tone that there was, that he was honestly surprised that Remus was even asking him such a silly question.
Remus sighs and shakes his head slightly with a quiet chuckle. "I'm not surprised, but you now James will whine to you about this later."
"He'll live." Sirius said as he stretched himself against the chair he was sitting on.
Comfortable silence fell between the two of them as Remus started to write down notes of what he just read on.
Sirius found himself zoning out while looking at Remus's side profile. He couldn't help it, I mean Remus is a very handsome young man, though he doesn't seem to accept that he is, Sirius couldn't help but just admire. The way Remus's sandy brown hair fell down over his eyes, which reminds Sirius that he needs to trim his hair, to the way his lips pout slightly as he's in deep thought of what he's doing. The scars...Sirius loves admiring Remus’s scars.
Of course Sirius understood Remus’s outlook on his scars, he out of everyone understood. But that didn’t change Sirius’s mind on how he finds them absolutely fascinating on Remus. Just the way they adorn his features and skin…it’s just beautiful.
Without much thought, Sirius took hold of Remus’s quill that laid between the notebook he’s using for his quick notes. Sirius took hold of Remus’ free hand and started to lightly trace the scars that were on the back of his hand.
“What are you doing?” Remus asks as he looks down towards Sirius, curious as to what he’s trying to do.
“Shh, don’t worry about it. Just continue reading.” Sirius muttered as he started to concentrate on the fine lines he’s creating around the scars.
Not wanting to move much, Remus sets the book he’s reading down onto the table and placed his head on his free hand, and watched Sirius detail the scars on the back of his hand.
Sirius has always been good in the art department. So even the simplest thing, such as creating fine lines, in Remus eyes it was absolute perfection.
The moment Sirius finished with the hand, Remus automatically gave him the other hand for him to create the lines on the scars littered around his hand.
Once done with both of the hands, Sirius pulls away and examines the work he did. A satisfied smile dances across his face as he looked down at Remus' hands. "Perfect. You look so much prettier now...if that was even possible." Sirius mumbled before looking at Remus with the happy expression on his face.
Remus knew he had heart eyes when he looked at Sirius, and saw how happy he was for just simple line art.
To be honest, Remus doesn't know why he does it knowing that art isn't his best subject like...at all. But he gently takes hold of both his quill and Sirius hand where he knew holds the most scars.
Not wanting to say anything so Remus wouldn't get flustered and basically "run away." Sirius just admires the way Remus tries to hold his breath to calm his shaky hand as he lightly, and shakingly starts to draw, trying to draw, the same fine lines Sirius did on him.
As Remus finished, he felt his face heat up as he fully took in the sight of the jagged lines he drew on Sirius's hand. "Sorry...m'not the best." He said sheepishly.
Sirius looks down at the jagged lines that Remus created on the scars he's gotten in his younger years, and couldn't help but smile widely at Remus who looks at him with such an intense blush and shy smile, that it just made Sirius all that much more happier.
"It's perfect. Thank you Moony." Sirius said as he gave Remus a quick little kiss on the cheek.
"Now we both look even more prettier together." He whispered into Remus's ear causing the werewolf wizard to flush a deeper red and stutter on his words.
BONUS CONTENT:
"Lily...Sirius left me for Remus." James pouted to his red head girlfriend about his best friend abandoning, really flaking on his plans with James for Remus.
Lily sighs as she pats James messy head. "You know Sirius just wants alone time with Remus."
"But he was supposed to go flying with me!" James whined.
Wolfstar x reader where the reader has never seen snow before, they have bought a new house and when she wakes up and its snowing she's super wary of it and they have to coax her into understanding its not scary. (Light angst I guess but it sounds more on the fluffy side <3)
warnings/content: one swearword, mentions of fear, slipping but no injuries, otherwise fluff. also, unproofread.
word count: 1.2k
Juxtaposed to the delicate rays of light that typically filter through the large bay window at your right, the sun is blaring, piercing through the glass with such force that you're wincing in your slumber, twisting in your position on the mattress so as to bury your visage in the bicep of the nearest male.
"Why is it so bright?" Disdain is tugging at your vocal cords, turning your lips downward at the fact that you've been awoken from your slumber.
"Pull the shades, down, love," Sirius grumbles, words thick with lethargy as he reaches over blindly to nudge at his husband, who's on your other side.
"Hm.." Despite the sound of irritation, the lycanthrope slips from the mattress with heavy limbs, long fingers rubbing at his irises to protect them from the blinding rays before he's fumbling with the curtains.
With an angry groan, the curtains oblige, once again shrouding your shared bedroom with darkness.
"Thank you," You slur, sniffing tiredly as you turn in your spot once again, curling your arm over Sirius' torso and burrowing yourself in closer to the male.
"Morning." Remus hums, leaning over your figure to press a soft kiss to the crown of Sirius' head before mirroring the same action with you.
"You didn't answer my question." You remind the pair, blinking away the fatigue that hangs heavy on your eyelids.
"Because it's snowing." The tallest of the three of you answers, adjusting himself on the bed so that he's leaning against the headboard.
"It's what?"
"Snowing. You've never seen snow?" The other one inquires, slowly peeling you off his body so he can get up to brush his teeth.
"Well.." You pause, racking your brain for the possible memory of billowing clouds of white and cold. "No. I suppose I haven't. But I never really wanted to, if I think about it."
"It's fun!" Remus attempts, reaching over to scratch softly at your scalp while light from the bathroom floods the room. "Well not the part where you have to clear the driveway, but you get to play around and have snowball fights and such."
"But it's cold." You argue, quickly shuffling atop the sheets so as to find the next source of bodily heat from your husband. "Being cold doesn't sound so fun."
Although a simple excuse, it's an easy way to obscure the fact that that you're terrified of such a new concept.
"There are ways to protect yourself, baby. You know that. You. just have to bundle up." Remus reminds you with a soft coo, he himself rising from the bed to go get ready for the day.
The departure of both males has you groaning once again, and you're left to bury your head in the soft cushion of your pillow.
"C'mon puppy, y'need to get up, now. Time to get ready and go face the snow."
"I don't want to."
"You're doing it anyway. C'mon. We'll be there with you the entire time."
It takes a bit for them to drag you from the warmth of the mattress, but they do it, aiding in your endeavors of brushing your teeth and hair before helping you with the selection of suitable wear.
"Did you know that it was gonna snow? This is bullshit." You complain with a disgruntled roll of your eyes, arms crossing over your chest as you observe the way Remus hands Sirius a cup of coffee, fingers lingering over each other before they share a delicate kiss.
You assume it tastes of bitter black coffee and mint toothpaste.
"Language, m'love." Remus chastises with a raised brow, cradling his own cup of joe between his large palms before the warmth bleeds into his palms and warms up his figure.
"Sorry, but I don't want t'go outside. I don't-"
"What's wrong with you, baby?" Sirius poses, head cocking to the side to emphasize his question. "It's just snow, my love. We'll get you right bundled up, and-"
"It's scary." You finally admit, shrinking into yourself and winding your arms tighter around your torso. "What if the snow gets t'be worse and I can't see you or I slip and fall and hit my head, or I fall into a pile of snow and can't get out, it's all-"
"Hey hey hey." There's a soft clink against the countertop as Remus places his old Gryffindor mug atop the kitchen island. "That's alright, angel. We're gonna be there the entire time. I'll hold your hand, alright? I won't let you fall. And snow isn't slippery, bunny." He steps forward, slipping his warm hand into your own. "It's the ice you need t'worry about. And this?" He gestures to the window beside your front door. "This is just fluffy old snow."
"Promise?" Your voice is meek as you peer up at him through the thick bramble of your eyelashes, your teeth worrying anxiously at your bottom lip.
"Promise, sweet girl." Sirius coos softly, padding over to you so he can card his fingers through your hair, short fingernails scratching affectionately at your skull. "Now, let's get you bundled up."
They both help in such an act, Remus pulling the zipper up to your chin while Sirius fitting some mittens over your quivering fingers.
"Okay, puppy. Let's go." Sirius hums after slipping some new leather gloves that Remus had just purchased for him Christmas just last year.
"Well, alright." You hum, slipping your hand into his outstretched one while Remus opens the door.
Without a doubt, the crisp air is biting at your exposed skin, tainting the flesh red with its angry noise.
You take a step back, your nose wrinkling with distaste, but your husband is having none of that, for he's giving your body a firm tug and pulling you outside into the tendrils of billowing white air.
"Look! It's pretty!" He tries, reaching down and grasping a fistful of snow in his gloved hand.
You're rooted in your spot, your feet anchored to the snowy ground, for you're terrified to take a step forward with the fear that you'll hit the ground.
"There's no ice. No ice, baby." Remus reminds you, scurrying out after the pair of you before shutting the door so as to keep the warmth of your home inside.
"Yeah, yeah."
Reaching down, you allow your covered fingers to graze over the snow-covered ground.
"If you look closely, a snowflake is really intricate, m'love." Remus murmurs, taking some snow himself and letting it slip from his fingers. "But y'gotta be quick. They melt very fast."
"Well, how does it do that?"
"It's nature." Sirius shrugs. "Just happens."
"Look at you, you little genius." Remus snarks, giving the male's shoulder a soft push.
However, underestimating his strength, the lycanthrope accidentally pushes too hard, and the man is slipping, falling back until he lands into the mountain pile of snow to his right.
"Hey, you little git!" Sirius scoffs, jaw dropping as moisture seems into the pajama pants.
"You said you couldn't slip!" You gasp, shoving the other man until he's slipping right into the snow next to his partner.
"You little-" As he scrambles to get up from the snow, you're quickly darting backward, opening the door and shuffling back inside.
"Thanks for the introduction, but I think I'm good."
hi hi i have a req- remus and/or sirius where the reader has like bigger boobs w like stretch marks and stuff (bc theyre natural!!) and shes insecure ab them so the boy(s) make her feel better
Stripes || Wolfstar
A/N: I am not particularly fond of this piece all that much but it is what it is. I tried not to mention breast size too much because I know not everyone has big tits and I want as many people as possible to resonate with my work. Tits of all shapes and sizes can have stretch marks, they are completely natural and beautiful.
Warnings: smoking, it's not too too smutty I'd call it more fluffy smut, tit sucking, mentions of love bites, all acts are consensual and there is an established safe word
Word Count: 1,928
“We could go again,” Sirius offers as he lights his cigarette, leaning up against the headboard, guiding the fag to his lips he inhales deeply and you can’t help but be mesmerized as you watch his lips wrap around it.
Pink and soft, they're swollen from the night's previous activities, thinking about how they got that way sends a shiver down your spine, do yours look the same? Exhaling, you watch the smoke curl out his nose before dissipating into the air.
“Don’t know Pads, you think you could get it up again?” Remus stretches to reach his wand on the bedside table quickly and silently spelling you all clean.
Grey eyes flash with annoyance as he lifts the cigarette back up to his lips, though you must’ve watched him smoke hundreds of times you still can’t manage to tear your eyes away.
Maybe it's the way his fingers manipulate the small object as he plays with it absentmindedly that draws you in, the joints and muscles in his hand shifting under pale skin which looks almost as soft as it actually is.
Every now and again he’ll catch you staring at him, like now for example. His eyes flicker downwards finding your optics already fixed on him, “You want a hit Princess?” He raises his eyebrow, gesturing with the hand holding the smoke.
You nod your head, it’s not every day you’re included in their little smoke breaks post coitus, “Please.”
“Please,” Sirius mocks you as he leans down to hold the cigarette to your lips. You barely have the chance to taste the tobacco before it's being pulled away, this time to your right where Remus takes his time enjoying his smoke.
You can’t help but whine as it departs your lips and you’re met by the shit eating grin on Sirius’ face, clearly taking pleasure in teasing you so mercilessly.
“No whining Princess, smoking isn’t good for pretty girls is it?” Letting his hand cup the side of your face his thumb runs along the soft cushion of your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to tease you.
In your peripheral vision you catch the cig being handed over your head, exchanging between the two boys as you nod your head once more.
“Good girl,” He coos, before taking another hit.
As the smoke leaves his nostrils he’s dipping down to find your lips. He tastes of smoke and something about it coming from his lips makes it all the more sweet, it’s probably better than the real thing.
It’s intensified as his tongue delves into your mouth, you can practically feel the smoke in your lungs, you’ve never been a match for him and simply let your tongue be manipulated by his before he pulls back, connecting the two of you with a strand of saliva that when it breaks falls onto the side of your face.
“Messy girl,” He murmurs, smug smirk on his lips, as he wipes away the mess, in reality his efforts only work to smear the spit on your cheek rather than clean it up.
“So what do you think baby?” Remus asks, sitting up and pulling you with him so you’re both upright, “You wanna try and go again?”
“I don’t know Rem, you think Siri can get it back up or is my wrist gonna cramp trying to get him hard?”
“You two are cruel,” No matter how hard he tries to hide it you can see the slight smile pulling upwards at his lips, “You’re even hiding your titties from me, mean.”
He gestures towards your chest, he’s right, you’d subconsciously clutched the sheet to your chest, crossing your arms to keep it in place and your breasts covered.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as the realization dawns upon you, it wasn’t that you were intentionally guarding them from either boy but you realize that that is how it looks.
“No it's not that Siri I just, I usually keep them covered. They’re… they’re… “ You stumble over your words, only increasing your embarrassment.
“They’re what puppy?” Remus asks, lightly brushing your hair behind your ear so that he has access to your temple, smearing his lips across the soft skin.
“I don’t know,” As you grow shy your voice drops to a mere mumble, “They’ve got all sorts of marks on them.”
This proves worrisome enough for Sirius to set down his fag, letting it sit in the ashtray on the nightstand.
“You mean stretch marks Princess?”
You try your best not to cringe at those words, stretch marks. It's not a dirty word, somewhere inside you, you know that but that has never stopped you from being insecure by them. Deliberately choosing tops that side the ones that sprout from the tops, near your under arm before traveling down the curvature of your tit. Making sure your lingerie always has some sort of extra covering where they’re most visible.
You feel Remus’ hold on you tighten from behind at your pained silence, it's telling enough.
“Just don’t like them.”
Your words have Sirius climbing closer to you, throwing your legs around his hips so the two of you can sit face to face while Remus holds you from behind.
“May we see them, Puppy?” Remus’ elegant fingertips dance along the top of the sheet which resides just a few inches below your collarbone. You shiver at his dainty touch, his fingers are light as feathers, slowly coaxing you into trusting them with this.
“It’s okay,” Sirius’ hand delicately grasps your knee over the soft sheet, “Wanna see our pretty girls but it's alright if you need a moment puppy.”
“No, s’okay.”
Sirius gives you a small smile that only grows as you drop the sheet, letting it pool at your waist.
He spares you a glance before slowly extending his arm, giving you time to tell him to stop or pull the sheet back up, and even though you want to do both those things and more you love Siri. You love Rem. And you know that they’ll be gentle and patient with you.
So instead you steel yourself for his touch relaxing as you feel Remus’ sizable hands wrap around your waist, resting on your tummy.
Your shoulders bunch back up as the tips of Sirius’ fingers, nails having been painted black just a few hours ago. His touch is steady as he finds a particularly predominant mark tracing along the curve of your tit.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous (Y/N), can’t believe I get to touch you.”
“You’re silly Siri.”
“Not silly, you’re just fucking breathtaking. You got the nicest tits.”
“Just all marked up,” You shrug your shoulders, Remus takes the opportunity to smooth his chapped lips along your joint.
“No,” Remus contradicts, “They’re marked up when we sink our teeth into them and leave pretty bruises all over them,” His hands travel from your waist to explore your tit before stopping on the top of your left one where he remembers having sucked rather fervently just an hour before, “Like right here.”
His pressing down on the flesh pulls a squeak from you as a shock of pain shoots up your spine, leaving your body tingly and the specific spot where his fingers rest pulsing.
“These,” He continues, dragging his fingers over the small indents in your skin, “Are your stripes.”
Sirius leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth as his hands go to support the weight of your breast. The angle’s a bit awkward but it seems to do little, if anything, to discourage him.
Gently capturing your nipple with his teeth he sucks harder, nuzzling at your chest as he does so. The pleasure that you derive from such a simple act has your head falling back onto the solidity of Remus’ shoulder, pulling whimpers from your throat as you jutt your chest out.
“So fucking good,” Sirius growls as he regretably lets go of your titty, “Pretty nipples,” He accentuates his point by twisting them each between his fingers, “Pretty stripes.”
Leaning down he drags his tongue along one of your stretch marks, beginning in the valley between your breasts before extending upwards.
“They’re completely natural, Puppy,” Remus’ voice is subdued as he runs his hands up and down your waist, “Lots of people have them on their tits, Siri and I have them in other places too.”
“S different on you , Remmy,” You try to explain, “You two are perfect.”
“Does it bother you when we see them during sex baby?” He asks with genuine curiosity in his voice, the thought of making you uncomfortable when you’re so open and vulnerable leaving his stomach twisting.
“Not always, no,” He remains silent, urging you to continue, “You make me feel beautiful Rem, both of you, I just can’t help but not like them, don’t like the way they look, or the way they feel.”
You hear him suck in a deep breath and you can practically hear the gears in his mind turning as he contemplates just what to say.
His hands move to hold both sides of your face in his palms as his forehead falls to rest against yours.
“Let us show you how beautiful your tits are, will you let us do that?”
“You don’t have to-”
Sirius cuts you off, releasing your tit from his mouth, “We want to (Y/N), let us,” He dips his head back down, delicately kissing the top of one of your breasts, “Please.”
He murmurs the simple, one syllable, word against your skin, the sensation sending shivers through your body. He rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers, it's nearly enough to have you mewling as you kneel at his feet. Maybe another time.
Before you can register what’s happening, strong hands are softly pushing you back so that you’re laying down on the bed.
You feel the steady weight of your breasts bouncing on your chest before they’re being grasped by hands that just by touch you recognize as Remus’. His thumbs run along the insides of your breasts where more faded lines reside, creating swirling patterns that Remus seems to thoroughly enjoy.
“You know why you got these right?” Sirius questions, raising his brow.
You shake your head.
“Because you got big fucking tits Princess, look at them!” Smoothly he replaces Remus’ hands with his own, letting their weight settle in his hands, “Bigger than my hands, bigger than Rem’s, they’re fucking gorgeous.”
He drops onto his bum as he reaches over you to pick up his fag, raising it to his lips as his eyes fixate on your bare tits, a wicked smirk on his lips. Instead of feeling uncomfortable under his eyes the feeling is something equivalent to the sun’s rays shining on you, warming you all the way down to your core.
You can’t help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, the absolution with which he speaks pulling at your heart strings. How did you get so lucky as to deserve his love? Though he’s not as chatty you know Remus believes every word out of Sirius’ mouth, tenderly he takes your hand in his, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while your two hands rest in his lap.
“It’s just hard to believe you guys sometimes, m’your girlfriend, you gotta be nice to me.”
Gently Remus guides your hand to his crotch, you’re met by his aching cock which you’re just now realizing is standing fully erect, aching, weeping red tip smearing precum against his lean belly.
ok but like. remus having a nightmare right before the full moon and he gets all worked up and anxious about it. and sirius just holds him and plays with his hair and sings the french version of you are my sunshine. and remus is still upset when he finishes that so he just goes through and sings him all the lullabies he knows but theyre all in french bc he doesnt know any in english
Okay so first off: They think they are in a secret relationship but boy, oh boy, everyone in Hogwarts as at the least some thoughts about them.
Like, two Marauders that are going out with one another. I mean, it could be something more discreet.
But hey, Hogwarts in its entirety ships it.
Sirius is totally whipped for Remus.
Remus is totally enamored with Sirius.
But Sirius still flirts with everything that moves.
Remus isn’t really jealous…
Sirius is very loyal, he’s a dog for Merlin’s sake!
James and Peter (cause we’re supposed to love him still remember) are very open and protective of them.
So Remus still doesn’t talk about all of his worries.
While Sirius make a show out of his.
You are one of Remus’ study body
Sirius likes your smile.
And he talks to you a lot when he comes around.
To tell the truth, Sirius was struck by your look.
Remus was to, but by your character at first.
Remus was to shy to talk about it with him.
But he really likes you.
Sirius didn’t want Remus to think that he didn’t love him.
Because that wasn’t the case.
They avoided the subject for weeks on end.
It was James who put it in one day, in a private conversation.
Remus feels a little bit less bad when he learns that Sirius too is attracted to you.
Still, you are oblivious to their feelings.
*That’s a lie.
You love the both of them.
which you find a little bit weird because you have a Heteronormative family.
Plus, you’re only a friend for them, right?
Then Remus starts to subtly hit you off while studying.
Sirius starts flirting with you even more than before.
So it makes your heart race and you know you should feel that way about neither of them because… they are the School OTP!
You just blush and dismissed it.
That goes on for weeks and even McGonagall is about to go crazy if you don’t start noticing them like…
She just wants to teach in peace you know…
’’MiStEr BlAcK, I HIGHLY doubt that Mister/Miss (Y/L/N) as the answer of the next test!’’
After a month or so, Sirius just want to shove you on the closest wall and snog you till you die.
Just so you understand his feeling.
Remus is planning little parchments to hide in your school books with some hint of his feeling on it.
But, James heard from Lily who talked to Alice about how Severus had said that Regulus had heard about how Trelawney went to Pandora about what Xenophilius had told to Diggory that he heard from Bertha Jorkins that you told her about how you thought they were just joking around.
Honestly, Sirius almost choked to death with his breakfast when he heard that.
He slammed both of his fists on the table and raised from it in a short time.
You were sitting innocently near your friend, talking when he grabbed your shoulder and made you move toward the hallway.
He was red with anger and his voice was shaking with hold back tears.
He couldn’t understand why you thought they were joking around with you, with their own feelings, or even with yours.
Remus had to calm him down before he could start crying for real, or worst, screaming in the hallway about his undying love.
Although it could have been cute, the attention wasn’t what you wanted right now.
Remus explained that they weren’t joking, that all that they had said to you before was true.
So you agreed to go on a date with the both of them the next day.
You all went to the Three Broomsticks and talked.
Are very understanding of your boundaries and limits.
Like to hug tangled with you and one another.
Like a big octopus.
Sirius is particularly found of PDA.
But won’t force you to do any of you don’t like it.
Will, however, kiss your forehead.
Remus prefers to hold your hand.
If you are not a Gryffindor, they will sneak you in their common room.
Or they will go in yours.
Overall, you will be one of their priorities, just like they are the priority of the other.
Will help you with homework if you have difficulties.
Playful relationship!au
But they know how to be serious at times.
Remus’ furry problem is not a problem for you.
He nearly cries when you tell him that you will love him all the same even if he was a squib.
If you want to become an animagus, Sirius will definitely help you through the process.
James likes your attitude.
Calm but sassy.
You talk to Lily so, could you like please help me find a way for her to like me back or at least make her talk to me?
Lily likes you, like, you good.
Three ways kisses.
Long hug and hot tea when studying.
Falling asleep in each other's arms.
Full love from two of the best guys in the whole school.
There is the part two of this, I hope you’ll like it.
