Wolfstar Oneshots

9. Omegle II

TW: mentions of self harm and abuse

Sirius

Remus

James
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Incoming call from SexyPadfoot...

Remus groggily rolled over in bed and reached his arm to grab the phone that was obnoxiously ringing. He rubbed his eyes and positioned the phone upright on his nightstand. He accepted the call and watched as Sirius popped up on the screen.

" Hiya Moony!"

Remus groaned and pulled his sweater up to cover half of his face.

" Do you have any idea of what time it is?"

Sirius looked down at his wrist. A gleaming wristwatch was perfectly clasped in place.

" 10 O'clock!"

Remus groaned again and collapsed back into his bed.

" Why are you even up this early?"

" To see your cute face."

Remus blushed red and suddenly he was glad that the other man couldn't see him at the moment.

" That can't be the real reason you're up this early."

Sirius laughed.

" First of all, ten in the morning isn't that early."

"It is on a Sunday!"

"I guess. But, no, you're right. I had to get up at 5 am this morning to go to church."

Remus sat up and looked at the other man in confusion.

" You go to church?"

Sirius chuckled and nodded his head.

" Oh, sorry. I just didn't peg you as the religious type. "

Remus felt bad for the assumption that he had made about the other person. He hadn't gone to church in so long that he tended to forget that other people still did.

" No, you're right. I'm not religious at all, but my family is and my mum was about ready to burst when she found out I wasn't going again today."

Remus apologised for assuming.

" It's really fine, mate. Sorry I woke you up. I just assumed that everyone was already up by now."

Remus rolled his eyes and stretched out his long arms.

" Well, you assumed wrong. "

He got out of bed and walked off screen to his closet.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To get dressed, dummy."

" Oh."

Sirius watched the empty screen and waited for the other to get dressed. He figured he should probably get dressed as well. He pulled off his shirt and started to look for another one that he could wear when Remus wandered back on screen.

" Okay, I'm don-"

Remus' words got stuck in his throat as he witnessed the man on the screen without a shirt on. There were thin scar lines all along his arms and up the side of his torso. They were much to straight and parallel to each other to be accidental.

Sirius slipped on his shirt. He noticed that the other side of the screen had gone silent.

" Remus? You okay?"