Sirius likes to draw. He only does it late at night, always alone. Sometimes he does it in the bathroom, sometimes in his bedroom. Maybe on the rooftop. No one knows he draws and he'd very much like to keep it that way.
But once, when Sirius was shuffling about unfinished homework on his bed as Remus read in the adjacent, Remus noticed his drawings.
"Sirius . . ." he said sadly. He knew what it felt like to draw, or at least want to draw.
Sirius hummed in response and looked up when no reply came. He saw Remus' eyes flicking between his and his canvas where his sleeve rode up slightly and panic flooded him. "No. No, no, no- Remus I can explain-"
Remus brought a finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's okay," he said quietly, almost a whisper, "I draw too."
And so Remus showed his boyfriend, the first person ever to see them, the thin white lines he'd acquired up his forearms. His only scars that weren't from the wolf's hands and in lieu, his own.
{October 29th, 2020, 18:38 :(}
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Fanfiction❝How's Hogwarts' finest pretty boy today, Remmy?❞ ❝If I were brave, maybe I could tell you.❞ ❝Who is he?!❞ ❝All my stars are your stars. ❞ Basically just a ton of lil headcannon and scenes/oneshots and I guess you could call them and use them as pro...
