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i was tagged by @siriusly-moony-for-prongs (babe)

APPEARANCE: I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim// I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends// I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS: I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS: I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms// I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS: I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs

hdhdhd i tag @moonyandthestar bc shes cool

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Hi! I love your writing! Could you do a one where the term after Sirius runs away to the Potters, the Marauders just know what signs to look for to spot a mistreated child, and they start to see those signs in their certain werewolf friend? Thanks!

of course!

It started with the long sleeved shirts in the dead of summer. Remus was prone to wearing them around school even through the heat as an active way to hide his scars from other students, but it was still unusual to see him wear them in the heat of English summers around his friends—in recent times, anyways.

It was the summer before their seventh year, and Sirius had just officially run away and moved in with the Potters in late June. Now, in mid-August, Remus had arrived to spend what days of summer remained at the Potter household, and here he stood, bearing a long sleeved shirt as he walked through the Floo and into the arms of one Sirius Black. James threw a suspicious glance Sirius’ way, who knew just what James was thinking and made a face that suggested that they would talk about it later in return.

“Moony!” he exclaimed instead, tightly hugging his boyfriend around the torso before the poor boy could even say hello, much less put down his things. The two had been dating for just short of a year, having finally gotten their act together in late September of sixth year. Remus melted into Sirius gingerly, saying his hellos and reaching his arm around the spider monkey attached to him to ruffle James’ hair affectionately.

“How’s summer been treating you, Moons? You haven’t written much,” inquired James. Remus wasn’t quick to answer, and his clipped response of ‘it’s been good’ left James even more worried than before. Perhaps it was what happened to Sirius that had suddenly made him so apprehensive and motherly, but he still felt as though Remus was acting out of the ordinary. As he took Remus’ trunk from him and brought it upstairs to allow his two friends some time alone, he only felt a little bit remorseful when he searched through the thing upon setting it down in the spare room. Unable to find anything unusual, James huffed. He was sure that something wasn’t right at home, for Sirius had pulled them same tactics to hide the abuse he suffered as well; what with the evasive replies and the out of season attire, something, James believed, was afoot.

Euphemia’s cooking, a walk around town, and a few hours later saw the Marauders three (sans Peter) sitting atop Sirius’ magically enlarged bed. It was only early evening, but Remus was asleep with his head pillowed in Sirius’ lap, as he was wont to fall asleep within minutes of getting comfortable just about anywhere. All was silent, for fear of waking him up, until James just couldn’t take it anymore. “I went through his trunk,” James admitted quietly, looking up to meet Sirius’ eyes where he sat next to him.

“You what?” Sirius asked incredulously, looking down at Remus and motioning to James to lower his tone as the boy shifted.

“I went through his trunk, Sirius. I did so because something isn’t right!”

“And that gives you the right to look through his things?!”

“He’s wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans, Padfoot. It’s hot as all hell outside, and even Remus would be waltzing around without a shirt in this weather, given the fact that it’s just us. He’s hardly said a word about his summer at all, much less home, and even you can’t deny he’s being less of himself than normal. You know what that reminds me of, Sirius? Do you?”

Sirius’ face hardened with the pain of realization. He glanced down at the boy sleeping in his lap, and his throat caught as he ran a protective hand through his hair. “You—you don’t think…?” He asked airily, eyes widening as James didn’t seem to be saying otherwise.

“I’m just saying that it’s a possibility,” James said softly. “After you came tumbling in here looking like you went through a fucking wood chipper, well. I just think we can’t be too careful, now.”

They talked about it some more and Sirius promised to do his best to find out more, the pair of them playing dumb when Remus woke up again.

A few more hours passed and Sirius was sneaking into Remus’ room, not unlike how he would sneak into his bed after their roommates were fast asleep at school. “Rem?” he called softly as he slipped in the door, checking to see if his boyfriend was even awake enough to notice. Once the creaking of the mattress and the stuttering of one pretending they were awake sounded in his ears like a comforting blanket of an alarm, he crept over to the bed and slipped under the sheets.

“Hi,” Remus said simply, sitting up and yawning. He was quite relieved that Sirius came in, really. Sleeping without him the past few weeks had been a grievance, as he’d become accustomed to it in the last few months of school.

“Hello,” Sirius replied softly, his arm immediately slinging around Remus to pull him into a cuddle. “I wanted to talk about something in particular, if that’s alright, love.”

Gentleness was not a common trait in Sirius Black. He was usually loud, and boisterous, and had an incredible lack of tact. Thus, his wary tone of voice insinuated that what he wanted to talk about was Serious Business, and Remus looked at him in alarm. “Yeah, of course,” he heeded.

Sirius set his hand over Remus’ to keep him from nervously picking at his cuticles, and began rubbing small circles on Remus’ waist where his other hand rest. “I think I’ll cut right to the chase, because quite honestly, I’m really fucking worried and I’m really not very good at this,” babbled Sirius, trying to keep his voice low and steady. Remus still looked anxious and concerned, and Sirius was avoiding eye contact, for he wasn’t lying when he claimed he wasn’t well practiced in conversations of the Serious sort. “Is—are—is everything okay at home?” He then asked quickly. “It’s just—James noticed that you were wearing long sleeves on the hottest day of the summer and usually you go on and on about how wonderful it was spending time with your mum and I’m just…I obviously know very well what it’s like and please stop me from overstepping but I can’t rest unless I know you’re okay, and neither can Prongs, so I’d really prefer if you were honest with me, and—“

“Sirius,” Remus cut in sharply, shutting the boy right up with the clarity of his tone. “Please stop.”

Sirius looked rather like a kicked puppy, but stop he did. Remus always acted inward, so it was difficult to tell what he was thinking, but the tension in his muscles gave away his anxieties and told Sirius that he should probably have let Remus come to him.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” began Remus, startling Sirius with the sudden sound after a few moments of tension-heavy silence. “And-and it was once, I want you to know that first and foremost. You don’t need to worry about me, because it’s—it’s not going to happen again.” He took a shaky breath and fidgeted with Sirius’ fingers in his own, silently logging the fact that Sirius knew to busy his hands to stop him from drawing blood away for later. “It was a few days ago, and Dad—he—I just pushed him too far. With Mum being sick, and politics being rough with the Ministry, and the whole wolf thing, and now the gay thing…it’s been really tense at my house, lately, with Dad and I. He’s been a bit wary, since I came out, and we’ve never really gotten along great, but the other day after the moon he just wasn’t having it and then he brought you up, and one thing led to another, and suddenly I hit the bookcase in his office pretty forcefully and it—plus all of his books—toppled on top of me. He didn’t mean to push me, I was just egging him on really, and I broke my arms and there’s a couple scrapes and bruises all about. They’re mostly healed, but obviously the bruises aren’t pretty and I didn’t want you to worry.”

The silence that came after was deathening, and Remus almost up and left because of it. Sirius simply didn’t know how to react; he was angry because Remus hadn’t told him, guilty because he forced him too, and sad because it had happened it all. He swore internally at himself for letting himself be speechless for that long, and spoke up not a second after he’d realized. “You could have told me,” he said, his voice releasing more anger than he’d meant it too. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, that was a dick move, I didn’t mean to force you to tell me and your shit is yours to handle, but…I could’ve helped, you know, I understand how it is. I just wish you told me instead of hiding it, that’s the part I’m most upset about. I would’ve understood, and James would’ve too, and neither of us would have overreacted because he knows from handling me and I know from experience that you probably wouldn’t want the help.”

“He was so sorry, Padfoot, and I know he knows it was wrong and I’m not making excuses but I know he won’t do it again,” Remus replied. “I just didn’t want to worry you for no reason and I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to bring up after what happened to you in June, and it’s really nothing that you need to worry about. I didn’t want you walking around me like broken glass, and I suppose i realize now that you wouldn’t have because you got ao angry when we treated you like you were fragile at first. I’m here now, with you, and next summer we’ll hopefully be living together and really this was all just very stupid and I’m glad you came to me.” As his ramble concluded, Remus looked up at Sirius and tightened his grip on his hands. Once Sirius was sure he was done talking, he pulled him into a tight hug that spoke more effectively than words could have in that moment. It was a gesture of safety, and understanding, and forgiveness, and everything was all quite bittersweet.

“How did you know about my hands, by the way?” Remus asked as they pulled apart. “I mean the cuticles thing, you knew I would do that so you stopped.”

“I pay attention,” said Sirius rather simply. “I know you rather well, I think. We know each other, Moony, isn’t that marvelous?”

Nodding, Remus smiled, “Yes, Padfoot. We do know each other, don’t we?”

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