Gems [Wolfstar Drabble]

Note:I’ve never written in present-tense before so it’s so inconsistent…I just don’t know how to write akldjfhal

Summary:On their wedding day, Remus doesn’t feel good enough to marry someone like Sirius Black, so Sirius helps out a bit ;)

“Are you ready?”

Sighing, Remus straightens his posture for the mirror. “I think so.”

“Are you sure?” Lily tilts her head as she looks him over. “You look…wonderful. Why don’t you feel it?”

That’s what he’d been asking himself. All Remus can do is shrug, but the answer doesn’t come. Instead, he swallows hard and asks, “Where’s Sirius?”

“Here.” His groom pops his head in, his body following a second later. His lips, glossed with a light rose, spread into a dazzling smile. The white of his robes bring out his eyes, grey like the moon and popping due to the mascara in his lashes. Even his cheekbones somehow look polished. His lustrous black hair was pulled into a ponytail and tied with a ribbon so red it looked to be made of hundreds of drops of blood, to match the glittering jewels that adorned his neck and fingers.

“You look like a sexy vampire,” Remus mumbles. “Do I match?”

His own reflection gave him all the answers he needed. His robes were also white, but there were not blood red accents, but light blue accents, like aquamarine. No jewellery, leaving his collarbone bare and his hands empty. He wore nothing in his hair but a tiny bit of Sleakeazy’s Hair Gel, and the only makeup on his face was a bit of cherry-flavoured Chapstick. Overall, he looked about ten times more plain.

“We don’t need to match,” Sirius says with a wave of his hand. “You look beautiful. Ethereal, even.”

“Wow. Who taught you that word?”

“Oh, shut it.” Drawing closer and snaking an arm around Remus’ waist, he begins to admire both of their reflections. “We look fuckin’ sexy.”

“You do.” Remus sighs. “I…I don’t know, I’m just not feeling…what I thought I was going to feel. I feel bare next to you. And Lily, and James, and everyone.”

“Us?” Lily puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We don’t look half as good as you do. James is just wearing a blazer and pants, not even a tie. I’m wearing a sundress. Everyone’s semi-formal, but you two look regal.”

“Thank you, Lily.”

“Wait. Shut up.” Sirius puts a hand up. “Oh, shut up, I’ve got it!” And like wind he sped from the room, robes flying behind him like something from a painting.

Lily patted his back. “I’ll be right back. Good luck.”

As she left, Sirius burst back into the room, hands behind his back. “Close your eyes.”

“Wha-”

“Close your eyes or I’ll marry Peter instead,” he warns with a little bounce. “We’ve got to hurry, I think the crowd is getting restless–and by ‘crowd’ I mean James. You know he can’t sit in a chair doing nothing for long.”

As soon as he closed his eyes, Remus heard something click, and then after that, felt a brush patting into his face.

“Please don’t let that be any sort of colour,” Remus pleads half-heartedly.

“It’s not.” Sirius promises in a tiny voice, as though he was focusing really, really hard. Every so often the brush gets replaced with his fingers, pushing and sliding on his skin. His hands were warm. Always warm.

A few times, Remus opened his eyes a smidge, only to see Sirius with his tongue poking out, eyes narrowed as he put all his concentration on the task at hand. And for looking when he wasn’t supposed to, got poked in the eye.

“Okay. Open.”

Remus looked unsteadily at his groom, who was beaming, before turning to the mirror.

“…Oh.”

He leaned closer. His scars glittered like a thousand tiny gems embedded in his skin. Only his scars. They were…

“Beautiful.”

Sirius takes his hand and kisses it gently. “Good. Now lets go get married, shall we?”

Clutching Lily’s hand, he began to walk the aisle. Sirius had plucked bluebells and stuck them in Remus hair on the way to the garden, so now they too added to his aura. His stomach twisted and the deep-rooted feeling of anxiety thrashed, but with his eyes trained on the man waiting for him up ahead, he could live with it.

He was beautiful. He looked it. He knew it, judging by the red of his new husband’s eyes. He even felt it.