Marauders age regression one shots

Beautiful

Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the frilly shirt and pastel-colored cardigan in his lap, a deep frown creasing his brow. He'd been so excited to wear it—he'd felt happy when he first saw it, imagining how soft and nice it'd feel, how fun it would be to wear something bright and cozy. But after a few careless, snide comments from people he'd passed in the hall, his excitement had turned into a sinking feeling of embarrassment.

Just then, Remus walked into the room, immediately noticing Sirius's glum expression. He frowned and sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on Sirius's shoulder.

"Hey, what's going on, love?" Remus asked softly, glancing at the shirt and cardigan in Sirius's hands.

Sirius hesitated, looking down. "Nothing... I just... maybe this was a stupid idea," he mumbled, his fingers gripping the fabric tightly. "People... said stuff."

Remus's face softened, understanding dawning. "Did someone say something about what you're wearing?"

Sirius shrugged, trying to act like it didn't bother him, but Remus could see right through him. "They just... laughed. Said it was girly. I thought it was nice, but now... maybe they're right." He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

Remus gently cupped Sirius's chin, lifting his gaze. "Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth. "You should wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable. Who cares what anyone else thinks?"

"But..." Sirius hesitated, glancing down again. "What if they laugh again?"

Remus wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "Then they're not worth a single thought. Anyone who makes fun of you for being yourself isn't someone whose opinion matters."

Sirius took a shaky breath, leaning into Remus's comforting hold. "But... it feels silly now. Like... I look wrong."

Remus gave him a gentle squeeze. "No, you don't. You look exactly like you—brave, confident, and comfortable. And if wearing this makes you happy, then I think it's perfect for you." He held up the cardigan. "Why don't you try it on? And I'll be right here with you."

After a moment, Sirius gave a small nod. He slipped the cardigan on, feeling its softness, and looked at himself in the mirror, still uncertain.

Remus smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You look wonderful. And remember, I'll always love you for exactly who you are—no matter what you wear."

With Remus beside him, Sirius finally felt a bit of the confidence he'd had before.