Sirius Black X Remus Lupin - Tumblr Posts
Remus Lupin with the bent nose that’s a little too big, with the soft tired amber eyes, with the soft jawline, with the slightly crooked teeth, with the spattered freckles all over his face, with the knobby knees, with the lanky limbs, with the skinny and completely un-muscled body, with the fluffy curly and inexplicably tangled tawny hair, with the awkward and hunched posture.
Remus Lupin who is so strange and weird that no one really understands why/how he’s friends with James and Sirius, and everyone is even more confused when he and Sirius get together and this literal god of a man is with such a dweeb (then you see them together and they’re so sweet and in love that it makes sense). He has to have a hand on Sirius at all times because, if he doesn’t, he’s scared that Sirius will leave and he won’t know where he is. He always wants to be in Sirius’ lap because he’s freezing cold constantly and Sirius runs hot, so he clearly needs to be cuddled, because why else would they be the way they are. He always has to be held and reassured that he is loved because he’s an insecure little baby.
Remus Lupin’s first kiss was Sirius, he lost his virginity to Sirius, his first relationship was with Sirius, because he’s scared of everyone else finding out he’s a werewolf. The only time he was ever called a Casanova was when his friends poked fun at him for so much as talking to someone outside of their direct friend group (Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, Mary, Marlene, etc.). He was an antisocial weirdo that shied away from conversations, and panicked and ran if any confrontation occurred.
Remus Lupin was not an active problem solver, his fight or flight response was permanently set to flight. He lived on chocolate and tea and whatever snacks his friends brought him when he was studying. He wasn’t a natural straight-O student, he had to work his ass off to get Es in most classes and Es and Os in his best ones. He couldn’t work for the life of him because he had a bad back and hips and knees and once hurt himself trying to lift a stack of books the wrong way (with his back not his legs). He’s allergic to pollen and dust and peanuts and he’s lactose intolerant and his stomach is super sensitive. He doesn’t smoke because he’s got asthma and is too scared he’ll get lung cancer or something because he’s drop-dead terrified of literally everything.
Loser kinda-ugly nerd Remus John Lupin needs to make a comeback because he is so cute.
Werewolf Sirius and Remus on the full moon!
This is for an AU I’m still working on and will be publishing on AO3 soon enough :) there is reasons that Sirius is more scarred
Sirius Black with big, callused hands. With short nails so they don’t chip when he works. With rings on his thick and long fingers whenever he goes out but his wedding ring constantly. With black nail polish on his nails. With starburst scars on his knuckles form punching things. With cared-for nail beds and good skin despite how much he works.
Remus Lupin with long, thin hands. With no calluses because he doesn’t like physical work. With thin scars over his fingers and palm from transformations. With bitten nails and torn cuticles. With dry skin and hangnails. With nothing but his engagement and wedding rings on his hands. With boney joints that jut out and bent fingers.
So, I’m writing a werewolf!Sirius AU, and I’ve written this quote from his POV.
“Being alright involves letting his guard down, it means putting his trust in someone else’s hands, it means opening his bleeding heart to show off the monsters living in there, clawing at the organ and smearing crimson over his insides.”
I need you all to understand the amount of symbolism I put into this quote, particularly the second half.
It refers to him having a “bleeding heart” specifically (and I know it’s not in this excerpt, but it’s in the bigger thing) in reference to his childhood, along with monsters (his parents, etc.). This is inferring that he is extremely sympathetic and kind, and, because of everything he went through, he can relate to people’s pain even more, which makes him more empathetic.
The monsters living in there bit is a pretty obvious reference to trauma and self-hate, but them clawing at his heart and smearing blood is also symbolism. Blood is red, which is a reference to how his treatment in his childhood made him Gryffindor-brave, along with extremely passionate (which is what red means in colour theory!).
Also, subtle reference to the phrase “bleed your heart out” (meaning, “to suffer a great deal of emotional pain; to feel extreme sadness for someone else”). My boy has suffered and thinks too much about other people.
Anyways, I just really wanted to show off how much thought I put into this line, please appreciate it :)
Sirius Orion Black being the tallest, strongest, smartest, most powerful, and most attractive Marauder. Everyone in the castle wants a piece of him. He’s slept with most of the people in their year, along with the ones above and below theirs. He is, quite literally, the Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. He doesn’t study, but he still gets straight Os in every single class. He takes every single course for his NEWTs and gets Os in all of them. He’s one of those people that’s good at everything he gets his hands on. He’s friends with most people in Hogwarts, and has all sorts of connections with all sorts of people in every single social circle.
Enter Remus John Lupin, his geeky, awkward, kind of ugly, virgin, dork, studious, average height boyfriend. His idea of a wild evening is sitting in a corner, reading a book with some mildly sexual content with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate. He clings to Sirius’ arm in social circumstances, twiddling his thumbs and silently watching everyone.
No one understands how, exactly, they got together. Everyone just knows that they’re absolutely adorable and madly in love.
Remus is a big hoodie and no trousers kind of guy, Sirius is a big trousers and no shirt kind of guy. I’m imagining Remus walking around in nothing but Sirius’ jumpers (which absolutely drown him, by the way) while Sirius watches him, blushing with a grin on his face he can’t quite wipe, because there’s marks on his thighs and neck from last night.
WolfStar is disgustingly cuddly, even though Sirius is, typically, quite averse to physical contact (traumatized and physically abused) and Remus isn’t too touchy (scared people will find out his secret). The running excuse is that Remus is cold all the time (true) and Sirius doesn’t care (untrue) and is always warm (true). Before they go public with their relationship, everyone is mind boggled.
“You don’t care… that Moony is, quite literally, sitting in your lap, inside your jumper with you.”
“Why would I care?”
“One time, Marlene hugged you from behind without sufficient warning and you didn’t let anyone touch you for a week straight.”
“And?”
“… And now you and Moony have been cuddling for well over an hour, but you’re still sitting there doing nothing about it?”
“Astute observation, Prongs.”
“Y’know, Si, if you want me to move—”
“Who the fuck said I wanted you to move?”
“Well, James is right— you don’t usually like—”
“You’re cold, I’m warm. You’re all cuddled in. We’re both comfortable. Why should you move? That makes no sense, Moons.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That doesn’t make sense. I’ll stay here.”
“But? Padfoot? Hates? Being? Touched?”
Sirius runs hot, Remus runs cold. Remus’ hands and feet are constantly frozen. When they sleep, Remus warms himself up by tucking his toes against Sirius’ legs and shoving his hands up his shirt/pressing them against his chest or back. Sirius never says anything, even though it’s always jarring and uncomfortable, because Remus is sleeping and cute. Remus also likes creeping up behind Sirius and putting his cold-ass hands up the back of his shirt, because it makes Sirius yelp and he finds it hilarious.
I hate when people think that Sirius has to be either tall, strong, hyper-masculine, big-dick, badass, witty, sarcastic talented, and brilliant, or he has to be short, weak, extra-feminine, little-dick (NOT DEROGATORY FFS), useless, dumb, silly, pathetic, cross-dresser twink. This is completely ridiculous.
I would like to suggest an alternative (that is way closer to cannon and actually keeps his character intact, as opposed to whatever fannon is doing to my boy): Sirius Black is tall, strong, hairy, tattooed, talented, brilliant, scarred, and a badass… but he also wears skirts, makeup, and has long hair, which he styles frequently, wears a lot of jewelry and is heavily pierced.
There is no need to make him one of two extremes. Let him be a big, muscular man who wears feminine AND masculine clothing. Let him be more than stereotypical gay guy. Let him maintain his personality. Let him be what you all make Remus into (I could go on another rant about that in this post but I’ve already done that too much).
Let’s stop deciding that him being gay has to make him a derogatory, homophobic stereotype of a queer man.
Oh my god, you’re so right! I’m imagining that the above scene took place in their dorm, because, again, traumatized and terrified, respectively. But even when they’re not on top of each other (like they are in private) they’re always touching somehow, even if it’s just holding hands. They’re physically close in public, but like Velcro in private.
WolfStar is disgustingly cuddly, even though Sirius is, typically, quite averse to physical contact (traumatized and physically abused) and Remus isn’t too touchy (scared people will find out his secret). The running excuse is that Remus is cold all the time (true) and Sirius doesn’t care (untrue) and is always warm (true). Before they go public with their relationship, everyone is mind boggled.
“You don’t care… that Moony is, quite literally, sitting in your lap, inside your jumper with you.”
“Why would I care?”
“One time, Marlene hugged you from behind without sufficient warning and you didn’t let anyone touch you for a week straight.”
“And?”
“… And now you and Moony have been cuddling for well over an hour, but you’re still sitting there doing nothing about it?”
“Astute observation, Prongs.”
“Y’know, Si, if you want me to move—”
“Who the fuck said I wanted you to move?”
“Well, James is right— you don’t usually like—”
“You’re cold, I’m warm. You’re all cuddled in. We’re both comfortable. Why should you move? That makes no sense, Moons.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That doesn’t make sense. I’ll stay here.”
“But? Padfoot? Hates? Being? Touched?”
Remus has never felt like he can voice his love for physical touch. Sirius has never liked physical touch.
HOW DO I GET JEGULUS OFF OF MY FEED? HOW? I’M HERE FOR WOLFSTAR AND SUNFLOWER AND DORLENE NOT JEGULUS PEASE HELP.
Sirius: HOW IS THAT EVEN BETTER ?!
Sirius *after a beat*: James, do you want to shag me ?
cheeky little jegulus post
sirius: you FUCKED my brother
james: okay, okay, in all fairness, i didn’t have my glasses on
*at a zoo* Sirius: What are they in for? Remus: Sirius, this isn't prison. Sirius: So they can leave? Remus: No, but- Sirius, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
Regulus: um Sirius, I have to tell you something. I’m gay-
Sirius: oh my god bitch ME TOO
Regulus: -and I’m dating your best friend
Sirius: I-
Sirius: oh my god bitch ME TOO
So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.
Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)
Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.
Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster. Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?" …I'm a what now?
"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute." Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back. Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that. Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!" James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is. Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?” Human flesh. “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.
Can’t believe I forgot to post this here, you guys deserve some Wolfstar smooches too!!
