"No, no, no! You are not taking fashion advice from Prongs! His style is the most atrocious thing on this earth!" Sirius exclaimed.
It was early Saturday morning, an hour and a half before the weekly scheduled Hogsmeade trip and Remus's first ever date, and the Marauders were in a state of panic. Remus stood awkwardly in front of his friends, a white t-shirt hung loose and knobbly knees exposed below his boxers, feeling incredibly bare and vulnerable. He prayed they'd hurry so he could get some real clothes on.
"It's not that bad-!" James tried to fight but Sirius cut back in.
"Oh, really? Who wears bellbottoms with flip-flops, for Merlins sake?" Sirius ripped a foul-colored plaid button up out of James hands, flinging it across the room. "Honestly, that shirt should be burnt. And who do you think we're dressing? Remus would rather kiss the Giant Squid than wear that shit!"
Remus wasn't going to disagree with that statement.
"He's wearing my jeans-" Sirius started, leaning down into a drawer.
Remus interrupted. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Moons. You're wearing my jeans-"
"I am not wearing your skinny jeans."
"Moony-"
"I am not. I'm way to bloody tall for them, my ankles will be hanging out more than they already do and I'll look skinnier than I already look because they're as tight as a bleeding straight jacket. Also, when have I ever worn jeans? That's nothing like me," Remus insisted.
He looked down at himself, feeling a knot of embarrassment. Merlin, he was scrawny. And pale. His scars burnt hot pink, as if it were matching the heat in his cheeks. Maybe he should do something about how much leg hair he had too. Maybe it was too much and he didn't want to be proving the werewolf stereotypes true.
Sirius huffed, now holding the jeans in his hands. "That's my point exactly. You're supposed to be dressed up, not wearing what you wear every day. Just try them on, at least."
Remus stared at his friend. He could not wear those jeans. He'd look ridiculous.
James looked at him imploringly as Sirius shoved the pants into Remus's hand. Peter was grinning.
Maybe he should just cancel the date.
"Put them on!"
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Remus had been right. Sort of.
Yes, the jeans were insanely short, and yes, his ankles were blaringly loud. However, the jeans were not tight. Because of Sirius's thicker build, they hung loose around Remus's legs and hips, sagging and showing his underpants and happy trail. His hands held the waistband of the jeans, stomach twisting with disgust at his figure, trying to cover everything he could, that he hated.
Merlin.
He should cancel the date.
"I look like a twat," Remus settled on remarking, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. Sirius stood behind him with his arms crossed.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't fit right in these clothes and we're all trying to act like I do."
Sirius flicked a finger at the belt loop, "Nothing a belt can't fix!"
Remus turned to his friend with a look of dread, then to the other two. "He can't be serious."
"Oh, I am Siri-"
"SHUT UP!"
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"Does this eyebrow look different from this one?" Ayla frantically asked, staring at herself in her mirror. "And does the blue shadow make my eyes pop? Or do they blend in? I want them to pop, my eyes really are my best feature..."
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lovesick || r. lupin
Fanfiction❝There were chocolate boxes and wrappers around the bed, stuffed under his pillow, and coffee stains on the duvet and sheets. This boy truely was a mess. But Ayla really liked the mess.❞ - Ayla Quill was starting her sixth year at Hogwarts School of...
