Wolfstar & jegulus oneshots

Sick 🩷 (read intro please)

(Wolfstar! And before this starts I would like to say I am so sorry for ignoring this. I have been in a really dark place with myself for the past like year and a half, and it all became to much. So I took some time to properly heal from wounds of the past. I love you all, thank you for reading and commenting it made me smile more today as I read them, and I hope you enjoy the little things that I can find the energy to put out. ❤️ I send my love to everyone, especially those who are struggling with themselves mentally, physically, and emotionally. I care, and you are something to somebody.)

(Anyway, protective Remus, slight angst and mention of abuse. But mostly just fluff.)
OUR POV

Sirius had always hated throwing up, even watching someone else throw up would take him back to his childhood, when he was in so much pain he would throw up. He hates those memories, and right now he was on his knees puking his guts up. Worst of all Remus wasn't home today, he had gone to see James.

Of course, if he had known Sirius had been feeling sick for the last week he would have stayed home to take care of him. It was no secret to everyone who was friends with Sirius, that he could not take being sick. He usually got over being sick very fast despite his smoking he was very healthy, yet..emotionally and mentally it takes a toll on him when he is sick. Usually Remus would hold his hair back and whisper in his ear how much he loved him..but right now Sirius was alone, on the bathroom floor puking.

He dragged himself up off the floor and looked at himself in the mirror. He was sweaty, his hair was a wreck, he was very pale and he just overall looked horrible. He shakily brushed his teeth and walked to the bed. He gets in the bed and falls asleep immediately.

He had no clue how long he had been asleep, all he knew was when he woke up Remus was sitting next to him with a sad face.

That only made Sirius feel worse..like a burden that was only good for hurting, being useless, and causing his friends and boyfriend to worry.

This feeling only got worse when he saw that Remus had cleaned up all the puke. Sirius felt like puking all over again, this time not from being sick, but because he had caused all of this, because he couldn't make it to the bathroom in time and puked on the floor, which left Remus with the feeling that he had to clean it up.

He felt horrible, physically exhausted, as well as now emotionally a wreck.

"I—..I'm so sorry Remus..I couldn't make it in time and you-you cleaned it all up." He said with a tear rolling down his face.

Sirius was prepared to be yelled at for being a burden, prepared to be hit with a crucio spell, even prepared to be kicked out. That's what his mother would have done, surely that's what everyone does when someone is a sick burden. Right?

But that never came, instead, as he flinched and closed his eyes, a soft, scarred hand fell into his cheek. Stroking it softly with a thumb.

"You have nothing..to be sorry for. If anything I am sorry for not realizing you were sick, and leaving." Remus said in the softest of voices, as he clearly can see what Sirius was expecting to happen, but that would happen no longer.

Sirius was in Remus' hands now. He would never have to want, worry, or cry over anything that could hurt him any longer, because no one. Would ever hurt something that Remus loved, or they'd be bruised and bloody before they even got the chance.

"Huh..?" Sirius stuttered out, his eyes still clenched tightly closed as if expecting Remus to be playing a cruel mind game.

"I said..I'm sorry my love. You are sick, I should have notice with how slow moving, less energetic and tired you looked. But that being said, you could have told me. I'd have taken care of you, truly I would have my darling." Remus said softly, his voice almost broke when he saw the state Sirius was in.

Remus could tell how traumatic his childhood was, even though he already knew, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out just how traumatic it was.

"No..I'm sorry..I puked everywhere..and-and you had to clean it up!" It almost sounded like Sirius was begging to not be hurt by Remus, almost as if he was so used to always being hurt for the smallest thing, that he could no longer comprehend that he was safe.

"No. No shh darling. Shh. You have nothing, to apologize for. Now let me help you up. I'll get you a shower, then some warm tea, a blanket and some soup. But for now I need you to trust me. I would never hurt you intentionally." Remus said in a soft, but now stern tone to try and calm Sirius even the slightest bit.

"And no one, made me clean up that puke, I cleaned it up because you need me to take care of you right now. And I'm going too." Remus spoke again.

That was the moment that Sirius' eyes snapped open. The moment he realized he was finally safe. He looked up at Remus, his eyes hazy and cloudy from a fever.

"O-ok..ok thank you.." He managed to stutter out. There were tears in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall, at least not yet.

"I love you.." Remus said softly as he kissed Sirius' forehead.

"Oh-oh I love you too.." Sirius said as his tears finally fell.

He was safe. Safe from his mother. Safe from his father. Safe from anything else that could possibly hurt him. It would stay that way, for Remus was his faithful protector. Who loved Sirius more than anything or anyone else could—well.

Aside from regulus of course. By the time Sirius' little brother found out he was sick, Reggie had started chaos in a second. He was sobbing, yelling, and begging Remus to save his brothers life. Even if it was just a little cold. But regulus would never admit that he ever did this.

END.

Hoped you all liked it! If you see this and you didn't read the top part. Please go read it. It's important. ❤️