Scars wc: 655 lets try this again last time the formatting was showing
Remus tugged on the restrictive bed sheets and allowed them to flutter to the floor. Discarded. Just like him. Madame Pomfrey would likely be back soon but Remus didn't care. Not anymore. He knew he was worthless. No one needed to tell him but he saw it in the looks of pity he often got when he was so weak he had to use a cane like an elderly man. No one cared about him. Not properly. Remus dragged a scarred hand through his greying hair. He was only fifteen. Fifteen. He shouldn't be greying and yet. He should be full of energy and yet. And yet here he was, weak and a fucking werewolf to boot. Remus glared a hole through the starched pyjama bottoms he was wearing. No one had visited him yet and they were normally here by now, all his friends, Sirius was always first through the doors. Remus knew they didn't really care about him. He felt a stinging pain behind his eyes and squeezed them shut. He shouldn't cry not here... But he felt a rogue droplet carefully snake down his cheek and then he couldn't stop the dam from breaking.
A slow, unsure creaking sound on the other side of the room had Remus sniffing and glancing up. Sirius had his head just inside the door frame, looking about for the stern nurse but seeing only Remus he immediately sprinted over as quietly as possible. Remus had to laugh through the tears at the sight Sirius made; he was wearing his pjs still and his hair was awry in a messy bun.
"Hey Re, you okay?" Remus mock-glared at his boyfriend. "Alright stupid question." Sirius looked down before meeting Remus' gaze. Sirius lifted the pad of his thumb to carefully swipe away the salty tear tracks from Remus' face and considerately tucked the stray hair behind his ears, away from his eyes. "Why are you crying?" Sirius looked so genuinely concerned and it made Remus' heart lift to feel the level of love radiating from the other boy.
Remus sniffed again and spoke softly, "I just-". Remus gestured to the long scar that cut diagonally across his face and sighed. Sirius traced it with a gentle touch and moved to sit on the bed beside his boyfriend.
"Toxic thoughts again?" Remus nodded and ducked his head. Sirius lifted his gaze again. "Remus, those scars do not define you. I don't care what you say but you're not you when you're the wolf. Remus goes away okay? That's not you in there destroying furniture." Remus smiled at this. "Remus is beautiful and yes with the scars so shut up." Sirius said, placing his index finger over Remus' lips when it looked like the amber-eyed boy would object. "No, Re, I love you and I hate seeing you beat yourself up over something you can't control. This wasn't you fault it was that bastard Greyback that started it but more fool him because you know what? Those scars make you all the more attractive."
Remus saw the honestly and love reflected in Sirius' deep brown eyes and he couldn't stop himself. He reached forward and cupped the boy's cheek, pulling him forward and brushing their lips together. He felt Sirius shiver and extend his own hand to pull Remus closer. A cough from behind had them jumping apart blushing severely as Madame Pomfrey pursed her mouth at the two. "Well, you seem to be getting cosy. I just wanted to let you know you're free to leave as long as you promise you'll go to breakfast and take your potion." She crossed her arms. "Mister Black I would appreciate it if you could kindly get off of the bed." Sirius slowly climbed down from the bed and smiled at Remus before moving to walk away and slipping on the bedsheet Remus had dropped on the floor.
"Ouch."