"you're pretty," sirius says lazily, his fingers tangled in remus' curls; he doesn't know how to respond to that.
he doesn't think he's pretty. his nose is too big and crooked, his eyebrows are too thick, his face is uneven; his mouth and eyes are too big for his face, he has acne scars and of course, the ones he hates. he never was pretty, not even as a child, and he never wished to be. he considered beauty subjective, but it was a truth that he wasn't beautiful.
however, when he's with sirius, he can't help but feel so. he's with sirius, who makes everything seem so beautiful; sirius, who's as imperfect as he is. neither of them is perfect; and maybe that was important, maybe that was what made them who they were, that they saw the beauty in what they considered ugly, that they loved the "unlovable".
they're sitting on the floor of the ruins of the castle in remus' hometown, sirius' back pressed against the wall, remus' head in his lap. he looks up and he meets grey eyes and a straight nose, and he smiles. he sits up; they're at approximately the same level now, and amber blends into silver, and that, that, the place where remus ends and sirius begins and the place where neither knows who exactly is who, that is beautiful.
"you're pretty, too, sirius." he needn't have said that; it was one of those all-known truths, the ones written in books, the one that stars know, too.
sirius hums, and kisses him. he's beautiful; they both are.
yes he’s a miserable gay werewolf wizard with scars all over his face but have you ever considered that he’s also my babygirl
OH MY GOD.
VAMPIRE SIRIUS x COWBOY REMUS (pt. 2)
part 1
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anyways happy 61st birthday Remu
Sirius: Remus did you eat all 4 chocolate boxes?!
Remus, laying down on the floor surrounded by tiny wrappers: it's not my fault, they started it
Sirius, kneeling down by him: what am I gonna do with you?
Remus: love me. feed me. never leave me.
wolfstar headcanons because i really haven’t written headcanons for them in a long time
remus gets ill quite easily, and it passes relatively easily. sirius had a better immune system, however, when he does get ill, he can barely get out of bed; remus loves taking care of him
always share cigarettes. it’s usually sirius who shares them, although remus doesn’t like how heavy they are
remus absolutely fell first, because sirius was too oblivious to his own feelings in order to sort out what he feels like towards remus
speaking of which, remus is absolutely IN LOVE with sirius. whenever sirius walks into the room, remus’ eyes slip to him, and he’s always brighter around him
sirius initiated their first kiss, and let’s just say remus thought about it for a very long time
out of the two of them, remus is more affectionate. he goes up to sirius and hugs him, gives him little handmade gifts, and sirius just melts
i’m sorry but sirius is taller than remus and he always rests his head on remus’
remus falls asleep literally everywhere and his head always falls on sirius’ shoulder. he just lets him sleep there
they bought the cheapest and shittiest apartment in soho that they could find and then threw a party in it the first night they got there
remus is a passenger princess, sirius loves driving
remus is not a huge fan of jewellery (on himself, he loves it on anyone else), but he still wears the ring that sirius gave him as a joke in fifth year
always my babygirl
regulus, to james, absentmindedly: hey babygirl
remus, confused: babygirl?
james: yeah, i’m his babygirl, remus. keep up