Wolfstar except better

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Sup fuckers, how y'all doin? anyways, this one's gonna get angsty, so go grab the tissues and probably a couple of weapons :) (please tell me if I missed any tw)

!TW!
MENTIONS OF:
HOMOPHOBIA (slurs will be censored)
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
EATING DISORDERS? (refusing food when hungry)
SELF HARM/SELF HATE
ABUSE
ATEMPTED/IMPLIED SUICIDE

The next day, Sirius got out of bed quite early, at least considering it was a Saturday. This was because today was a very special Saturday. It was the last Saturday of the month, which meant he was going to talk to his younger brother, Regulus. He checked nobody was awake and snuck out of the room, then down the stairs and out of the common room. After that, he let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and quickly made his way to the second floor, finding the abandoned classroom that him and his brother always met at. However, as he opened the door, he saw Regulus on the floor being beaten by a group of Slytherins that Sirius knew all too well...

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As Remus woke up, he looked over to Sirius' bed, expecting to see his boyfriend, his beautiful boyfriend, lying there peacefully. However, Sirius was nowhere to be seen. Strange... maybe he was hungry and went to get breakfast... yeah, I'll check the Great Hall...  He quickly threw on some clothes, and hurried down stairs. As he walked into the hall and headed over to the Gryffindor table, he saw only the other two marauders.

"Have you guys seen Sirius?"

James looked up from his breakfast.

"No, but it's the last Saturday of the month, he always disappears for a couple hours. He's probably fine"

As if fate sought out to prove him wrong, the doors opened and Sirius walked in, clearly not fine. Even from a distance you could see the bruises and cuts on his face, and his messier-than-normal hair. He quickly walked over to his friends, his normal strut nowhere to be seen. Remus would be lying if he said his heart hadn't chipped slightly when Sirius spoke in a broken and barely audible whisper.

"Hey"

"Hey, are you okay?"

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Sirius pushed through the group, trying his best to get to his brother. Once he was close enough, he grabbed Regulus' shirt and pulled him away. He ran, dragging his brother behind him, but he soon felt arms wrap around him from behind, so he shoved Regulus away as forcefully as he could.

"RUN! DON'T  STOP UNTIL YOU'RE SAFE!"

Regulus got to his feet and ran for his life, running out of sight within minutes. Then a greasy haired prick grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back, pressing a wand to his neck.

"Well, well, well, seems a certain f*g has stumbled into our presence."

Sirius gulped. How could they..? No, there's no way they knew... right?

"HAHAHA! LOOK AT HIM! HE THOUGHT WE DIDN'T KNOW! HAHAHAAAA"

"Awww, how sweet, he actually thought people were friends with him because they like him. Nobody could like you, f*g. Nobody. I bet even your boyfriend hates you, and that he just puts up with you because he pities you. Oh, and your brother? It didn't take long for him to tell us that you'd be here today, the wimp told us everything after some light torture."

Sirius was fucking fuming, but also terrified. He had no way of getting out of this, and he knew that these dicks had it in them to kill him... but was death really that bad? He'd tried to off himself a couple times before, it hadn't worked (obviously) but nobody had really cared, not even his own parents. Not even his brother. Would anybody care if he did it again? These thoughts ran through his mind as he continued to be verbally abused by the group of Slytherins. Soon they got bored, and started using him as a punching bag, but he didn't really mind. It wasn't anything he didn't do to himself on a regular basis, anyway. When they had done, they left him on the floor, silent tears running down his face as his brain ran at a million miles an hour.

"You tell anybody about this, and the next time you'll see you brother will be in hell."

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"Yeah, I'm fine"

Remus was sceptical, but didn't question it.

"Want some toast?"

Sirius' stomach growled, he had skipped dinner last night to get a good nights sleep and wake up early to meet his brother. But he didn't really feel like eating right now. Perhaps if he starved himself long enough, he'd die... not that anybody would care, anyway.

"Nah, I'm good"

"Mate, you didn't eat dinner last night and there's no way in hell you've already eaten today, how are you not absolutely starving?"

Sirius turned his focus to James.

"I'm just... not really hungry today"

"Are you sure you're okay? You look really pale and you have like.. y'know, bruises... and- and cuts... all over you"

Sirius looked at Peter with an emotionless expression.

"I'm fine"

He very clearly was not fine, but he didn't give his friends- You don't have friends. ...he didn't give the others a chance to speak before leaving with a small 'goodbye'. When he left the hall, he let out a sigh. He really needed to distract himself... Sirius hurried to the bathroom, taking out a small blade when he got there. Today he really fucking needed this relief. He rolled up his sleeve and dragged the silver across his skin. He thought about everything he'd done wrong in life. Everything that had caused his mother to take away his food, everything that caused his father to beat him unconscious, everything that caused his brother to look at him with shame and disappointment. The red drops of blood made him feel a little bit better, but he needed more. He'd done to many things to hurt the people around him to only see small dots of red. He cut, and he cut, then he cut some more, until there were countless red lines with blood flowing out of them littered across his arm. He needed more. He rolled up his other sleeve, then he cut, and he cut, then he cut some more. The pain was comforting, familiar. But still, he needed more. He pulled up his shirt, colouring his stomach in red. fat, fat, fat. Soon his eyes tried to close themselves. He kept them open, but then he realised he might die if he let them flutter shut. So he did just that. But, just as he drifted off, the door in front of him slammed open.

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Remus had seen the look in Sirius' eyes before, but he couldn't pinpoint when he'd seen it. All he knew was that it was very, very bad. It was only when he'd finished eating his breakfast that he'd remembered. It was the look his mother had had in her eyes the night before she'd... y'know... When Remus realised he literally ran to where he'd seen Sirius walking, scanned the bathroom and saw a cubicle leaking blood. He'd ripped the door open and now he was sat next to his lover, muttering spells and watching the blood seep back into the countless cuts on his arms. Remus cried, letting the tears hit Sirius' pale skin as the open wounds and pouring blood became healing scars and small stains. Only when all of the blood was back where it should be, and all of the incisions had been reduced to pale lines of healing skin did Sirius open his eyes. The two boys simply looked at each other, and then Remus leant down and gave Sirius a small kiss, a kiss that held so many emotions. Pain, worry, relief, heartbreak, love... and all  of a sudden, it didn't hurt so much anymore.