SANDERS SIDES ONESHOTS

Scars

Hc where the creativitwins have scars from battles and the split.

TW: A dash of angst but it's fine, Remus being... Remus, implied sexual encounters.

Remus grimaced as the cold cloth touched the new wound on his cheek. He had zoned out on Janus' lecture- something about, "That's what you get for being reckless" but they both knew Janus was going to clean the wound and kiss Remus' head afterwards, telling him he loves him. This was sort of a routine for them, as Remus loved getting into quarrels with the monsters he created in the creativity world. Often he took things too far, so here he sat, on his bed, as Janus cleaned his wound as usual. However, unlike usual, the wounds were much greater than normal, and more than just a few cuts on the face.

"Take off your shirt," Janus said, placing the cotton cloth down on the bedside table. Remus flushed a little, giving Janus an eyebrow wiggle, to which he responded with a groan. But Remus did what he had asked, letting Janus examine the cuts and bruises that had been concealed by his attire. This is when Remus started to get nervous.

It's not that Janus had never seen him without a shirt before- they'd been dating for a while and living together for even longer. It's just that... most the times when Remus has his shirt off... well let's just say it wasn't the focus in that moment. But sitting here, letting Janus carefully examine all of his wounds, left him feeling much more vulnerable than he wanted to be.

"Something wrong love?" His snake like boyfriend asked, as his ungloved hand gently caressed Remus' waist. God, Remus loved his boyfriend, how he could always tell when something was off, how he loved to take care of him. But he just couldn't bring himself to tell Janus what was bothering him- Janus has already done so much, he didn't want to burden him.

"No! Uh... no, Just thinking." Remus lied. His boyfriend looked up at him with a deadpanned expression, clearly not believing it. "I- it's nothing, just... nothing to concern you." Janus hummed in acknowledgement and moved his hand to the left side of Remus' torso, where a large scar spread almost the entire length. Of course, Janus had noticed it before. He had never really asked Remus about any of his scars- he figured the duke would tell him if he wanted. But sometimes curiosity really did kill him, and he hadn't missed the way Remus tensed when he touched it.

"How did you get this one?" He asked quietly, noticing his lover shift uncomfortably. Janus gently ran a finger across it with his thumb, not looking up towards Remus' face.

"Uh, heh, I don't remember all of them," Remus said, yet again a blatant lie. Janus chose to ignore it for the time being- but he couldn't help but wonder what had Remus so antsy all of a sudden. He continued in silence for a few moments, figuring out just what he wanted to say.

"Mus... is there something you would like to talk about?" Janus asked, still running the cold cloth against a few scratches. Remus tensed yet again, looking anywhere but at Janus. He waited for a long time, choosing his words carefully.

"I just... I don't know, I didn't think you'd pay so close attention... to my scars..." he mumbled, face flushing in embarrassment. Janus looked up at him, noticing the rare look on his partner's face. His partner who was always so open and honest and unapologetically himself. He looked insecure and scared and... ashamed. Janus smiled softly, placing the first aid materials down and gently placing both hands on Remus' waist.

"My love... you're so beautiful." Janus whispered, bringing one of his hands to Remus' face. The duke still wouldn't look at him, biting his lip as the other caressed his cheek. "Is this what's got you bothered? Your scars?" Remus nodded slightly, still far too embarrassed to even look at Janus let alone give verbal confirmation. Janus sighed quietly, looking back down towards his lover's scarred body. "I think they're amazing," Janus mumbled, running his thumb over a small one under Remus' ribs. "So uniquely you. Intriguing," he gingerly touched another one, smiling as he saw Remus stifling a smile. "And incredibly sexy," he whispered, leaning forward and kissing Remus' cheek. The intrusive side finally made eye contact with him, face flushing profusely and a smile tugging at his lips.

"You don't... think they're weird?" he asked tentatively. Janus simply smiled at him, putting his hand back towards his lover's face.

"On the contrary... I think they're perfect." The two shared a sweet kiss, short and simple. When Janus pulled away, he smiled at his lover reassuringly.

"The split..." Remus mumbled, turning his face away from Janus slightly. His boyfriend gave him a questioning look, so he clarified. "That's... the long scar. Had it since I was... well, me. I assume Roman has one too... maybe? I don't know a lot about his side effects." Janus gave Remus a sympathetic look, placing his hand on this scar. "It's thin but long, like, half my body's length. I just remember... existing and being torn apart from Roman, and when I changed my clothes later that day, there it was."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, never did. It's tingly sometimes though?" Remus laughed a little. "I dunno, it's weird." Janus smiled and kissed his lover's lips again.

"I love you." Remus smiled too, returning the gesture once more, and holding his boyfriend close.

"I love you too."