Sirius had always thought that Remus was pretty. Since the day they met, he obviously didn't tell Remus, when they first met, but over the years he did, countless times.
Sirius adored his amber eyes, well, Sirius thought it looked like honey rather than that. And that he always told Remus. He had pretty eyes, and long eyelashes, which Sirius was maybe a little jealous, but he still loves them. Remus liked when Sirius talked about his eyes, he didn't admit it, though.
"Rem, it's like honey dripping on a dark brown surface." Sirius smiled. "Y'know they look kind, Remus you have kind eyes."
Remus opened his mouth to say something in protest, but Sirius put his hand over remus mouth. "No arguing, you have pretty eyes."
And Sirius absolutely loved his hair, not as much as his own, but still loved it. Remus' hair was always fluffy and Remus insisted that it wasn't curly, but some days it was. Sirius loved the way remus' hair fell right before his ears and just almost reached his eyes if he didn't brush them away.
"Sirius, I swear my hair isn't curly." Remus sighed for the thousandth of time. He liked when Sirius played with his hair, but he was constantly talking about it.
"Nuh uh, I know curly when I see curly." He said in the most serious tone he could find in this situation. Remus gave him a side eye look and Sirius smiled. "C'mon moony it's a little curly, well, if not curly, fluffy at least." He grinned, and Remus couldn't help but give him a small smile. "Either way, it's pretty." He whispered, planting a kiss and remus' lips.
Scars. Remus hated them and did everything in his power to hide them; he always wore long sleeves, even if it was hot, or he'd avoid people's eyes when some of them showed. He'd avoid all questions about them, always, no expectations, well, except for Sirius. Sirius didn't ask questions, unless he was asking if he could touch them or did they still hurt.
Sirius thought that remus' scars made him just more pretty, if possible. He liked tracing them, and he knew it calmed Remus down. He always did it after full moons, going over the old ones, reminding Remus that it's okay. He never touched fresh ones unless he had asked Remus if it was okay.
Sirius always tried to remind the boy that he was pretty and amazing and definitely deserved love, as Remus didn't think he did.
From remus' view and opinion was that he was an unlovable monster. Which wasn't true and Sirius tried to tell him that, he always did. On some days Remus didn't believe him, but again on some days he did, and it made a smile appear on his face, even when he felt like nothing could make him smile. Sirius always did, though.
Sirius was sitting in a chair next to a bed in the hospital wing. It had been a rough full moon and Remus had been sleeping for the whole day, and Pomfrey had said that he probably wouldn't wake up until the next morning. Sirius didn't care, he just sat there and watched remus' steady breathing and his so familiar features.
Sirius was always the one who stayed in the hospital wing, until Remus was feeling better and awake and would get to leave the hospital wing. Remus didn't like that Sirius skipped his lessons and stayed there with him. Although after a rough full moon, he thought it was nice to have him there. He didn't tell Sirius because he knew it wouldn't make a difference whether he told him not to stay there or if he liked it.
Sirius had fallen asleep before Remus woke up, his head resting on his hands, on the edge of remus' bed. Remus fluttered his eyes open and looked around the room, noticing the weight at the bed and looking down at Sirius who was fast asleep. He brushed some hair out of his face and Sirius woke up and smiled.
"Hey." Remus croaked, looking sleepily at Sirius. Still brushing Sirius' hair.
"I was supposed to be awake before you, y'know." Sirius said, lifting his head up. "How are you feeling?" He asked, taking the hand that was in his hair, and interlocked their fingers.
"Sorry for waking you up then." Remus chuckled tiredly. "'M'little sore and tired, but I'm okay."
"Good, good." Sirius muttered, playing with Remus' fingers.
"Sirius?"
"Mhm yeah?" He said, glancing up at Remus.
"Come here, please."
"What"
"Come lay with me, pads." Remus said. Sirius looked hesitant before he climbed into the bed with Remus who shifted to make some room for him. They had done this after almost every full moon, after Remus had told them that he was a werewolf. Sirius was always hesitant because he didn't want to hurt Remus any more than he already was, he was always even though Remus had told him many times that he wouldn't hurt him.
Like always, Sirius slipped his hand underneath his shirt and started tracing along the scars on his side and back. There was a new cut that was patched up on his upper back, and he made sure not to touch it, there was also a new one on his lower stomach, arms, and one that went across his nose to both of his cheeks.
It looked like Remus had been beaten up because it was bruising and there was some dried blood around it. Remus was already self-conscious about his scars, but most of them were in places he could hide easily, but this one he couldn't.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, looking into Remus' still tired eyes, his other hand finding its way to Remus' hair and started to play with it slowly.
Remus shook his head, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over him. "D-does it look bad?" He asked, trusting Sirius to tell the truth.
"Right now? Yeah." Sirius whispered. "Doesn't make you any less pretty, though." He said truthfully. "Besides, I think it's going to look better when it's not all bruised and bloody."
Remus blushed slightly at his comment and shook his head a little. "What? I'm only telling the truth." Sirius said, and Remus laughed, which made Sirius smile.
"Really, Sirius, what are people gonna say?" Remus said, in a more serious tone, when the laughter died out.
"Honestly, who cares what someone who you don't know says?"
"What about the ones I do know?"
"They love you, you think one bloody cut on your nose will change that?" Remus nodded. "Well, then you're thinking wrong because they'll love you with that cut or without it." Sirius said, and Remus smiled softly at him.
When Remus got more scars on his face and neck or basically anywhere he couldn't hide, Sirius made sure that Remus knew that people who really love him won't change their mind on the way he looks. Or that people who love him won't leave him because of that, and that it's okay to have scars and that they're pretty.
Sirius placed each of his index fingers on the end of the scar on remus' nose, and Remus couldn't help but smile as he knew what Sirius was about to do. He dragged them along the scar until they met in the middle, and smiled, planting a kiss on remus' nose and then to his lips.
"You're an idiot." Remus chuckled as Sirius wrapped his arms back around his neck.
"But I'm your idiot." Sirius grinned.
Pretty was always the word Sirius used, he thought it suited the best. He never stopped tracing along his scars, and when they started dating he gave little kisses to his scars, which always made Remus blush ever so slightly.
After Hogwarts, he and Sirius were happy, living together and everything was fine with them, except for everything that was happening around them, but at least they had each other, until that one unfortunate Halloween.
Remus was left all alone, three of his best friends were dead and his soon-to-be husband in Azkaban. He was heartbroken and alone, and he didn't have anyone to rely on any more.
When Sirius was in Azkaban, there came a time when Remus couldn't always tell which scars were done by the werewolf or he himself. He missed Sirius every day and all the little things he used to do.
When he was asked to come to teach at Hogwarts, he accepted the job, but never thought how hard it would be to return to Hogwarts. It brought back memories, both good and bad, some things that he didn't want to remember, some things that were already long forgotten.
He was happy to meet Harry, finally after all these years, not that the boy knew him as anything else than professor Lupin. A lot happened throughout the year he taught at Hogwarts, but when June rolled around, he had no idea that he was about to be reunited with the love of his life.
A lot happened that night, and for a moment, he had forgotten that, that night was a full moon. He had forgotten to drink the wolf's bane potion, professor Snape had given him, and that didn't cause anything good.
For once, there was something useful in Dumbledore and Sirius was proven innocent, finally after all these years. He didn't have to hide any more or go back to Azkaban.
One night after Remus had left his job and Sirius was finally free, they were both laying in bed in each other's arms, just enjoying it after such a long time. Sirius had fallen back to his old habit of tracing along remus' scars, like he had done countless times before anything bad happened.
"That's a new one." Sirius whispered as his hand wandered up remus' side, underneath his shirt, looking up at Remus and smiling softly. Sirius had done this on every scar he went by and telling Remus which were new and which ones he remembered, and always smiling up at him.
The only thing Remus could think was, how Sirius could remember which scars were there all those years ago and which ones were not. "How do you-?" Remus started, but Sirius cut him off, leaving his hand where it was for a moment.
"I remember." He whispered. "I spent all those years tracing along these, it's hard to forget. Oh, did remember you've got prettier over the years." Sirius smiled and Remus chuckled tiredly, shaking his head.
"Like a thousand times." He said, as Sirius just smiled. Remus took Sirius Hand and moved it over his waist. "How about that one?" He asked softly.
"Of course I remember that one, moony." Sirius said, starting to drag his fingers gently over it, before resting his hand on there for a while and giving Remus a kiss.