#Bald Remus Lupin

[cookihearts]

Professor Lupin and his class

[jollyoldfool]

Remus Lupin

[eliott-lupinblack]

My new favourite album ✨✨

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

[my-castles-crumbling]

moving staircase - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 214

He wasn't paying attention. He was too wrapped up in talking to James about their next prank. It was a first-year mistake, really, but he was so excited about the prospect of making a certain greasy-haired Slytherin bald that he hardly noticed when the staircase started to move.

Until he felt a jolt, and he tipped to the side.

"Fu-!" he began to curse, arms flailing, until a long arm wrapped around his waist, the familiar smell of chocolate and rain assaulting his nostrils, and he found himself face-to-face with Remus Lupin.

"Alright, Pads?" Remus asked him, only concern in his voice.

"Y-yes," he mumbled trying to hide the blush that formed on his neck as he registered how his body reacted to the other boy's touch. He couldn't think. "Fine. Thank you."

"Be careful, yeah?"

"Yeah."

But as the staircase stopped and they continued to walk, James jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow and sent him a look. "Thank you, Moony," he mocked, fluttering his eyelashes and making kissing faces. "Thank you for saving me with your big, strong arms and huge- OW!"

"Yeah, shut the fuck up," Sirius murmured, blushing scarlet as he ran to catch up with Remus and Peter, leaving James by himself to rub at his shoulder.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

all the marauders era characters animagi *my opinion*

James Potter: stag

Sirius Black: black dog

Peter Petigrew: Rat

Remus Lupin: Wolf pup

Regulus Black: Black cat

Barty Crouch Jr.: Raccoon

Pandora Rosier: Dove

Evan Rosier: Fainting goat

Dorcas Meadows: Duck

Marlene McKinnon: Orange cat

Mary MacDonald: Ermine

Lily Evans: Doe

Alice Fortescue: Sheep

Frank Longbottom: Ardvark

Bellatrix Black: Black Mamba

Narsicca Black: Swan

Andromeda Black: Rottweiler

Lucius Malfoy: Peacock

Severus Snape: Bald faced hornet 

Ted Tonks: Elephant

Gilderoy Lockhart: Himalayan cat



[joe-spookyy]

hi today i’m ranking werewolf designs based on how much i judged the vfx team for creating them. full post under cut sorry it’s so insanely long but trust me on this one it’s fun i’m discussing an american werewolf in london harry potter twilight the wolf man buffy the vampire slayer etc and so on (except not etc that’s it.) my credentials are i’m insane about werewolf narratives and i’m the boss of the applesauce.

first up is an american werewolf in london. now THAT is a good beast. he’s spooky. he’s scary. he’s wolf-like but not Just a wolf. and they get some mega extra points for that transformation sequence. rick baker the man that you are. however as much as i love it there’s a few critiques i have to bring up. first. it’s kinda odd that so much of the color palette for the transformation scene was browns and blacks when the actual werewolf was mostly grey. the final product was a little off from the transformation. i did like both of them quite a lot though so i’m not that mad. see. look. kind of off. but it’s definitely not bad i can mostly see how one came from the other even though the colors might be a little different. it also sort of lacks in facial movement in its final form as it’s kind of stuck in that permanent snarl, but they did a good job softening its eyes in the final scene where alex is trying to get through to david. 9/10.

mid-transformation fully transformed

next up yeah i have stuff to say about the harry potter prisoner of azkaban remus lupin design. is it fuck ugly. yes. is it cgi. yes. is jk rowling responsible for it. yeah. however. is it kind of a creative take on the typical werewolf idea. i hate to say it. yes it is. it goes against the typical sorta big strong hunky beast werewolf, and i cant lie, i appreciate it. it’s unique and kinda haunting in its own way. i don’t like that it’s bald. but i like the boldness and well. they got creative. 6/10.

ugly fucking freak ⬆️

next i’m going back. way back. yes sir we’re looking at werewolf of london. from 1935. and the wolf man. from 1941. cause they look pretty similar and they’re both jack pierce so yeah i’m lumping them together. if you ask me these ones lean more to the side of wolfman than werewolf - they’re kind of just hairy guys. which is like fine i guess i just think they should put more emphasis on the wolf. i like the wolfman better than the werewolf of london, which makes sense, cause i know the guy playing the london one didn’t feel like sitting for makeup and so jack pierce got to do more on the second round i guess. however WHY was bela lugosi’s werewolf form a straight up wolf and not lon chaney’s? they don’t explain it. rude. they’re iconic of course but they are honestly not showstopping. 5/10.

werewolf of london the wolf man

alright we’re flashing back to the present with twilight!! yeah. ok so last time i was complaining about there being too much man and not enough wolf. or like. too much were? i don’t know. whatever. anyways. this time i’m complaining because it’s too wolf. that’s just. it’s just a big cgi wolf. i don’t like this. it’s boring. i don’t even have that much to say it’s just like. whatever. 2/10.

lame as hell ⬆️

now. i’m gonna get irritating here. next up is buffy the vampire slayer. now i love oz. i wanted to like the design i really did. and they started out off strong. well. strongER. it’s like. kinda bad. but it definitely looks like a wolf? and it’s. kind of person ish? i don’t know. they tried. the bodysuit is loose but it’s better than what’s to come so i have to give it like a tiny bit of respect. 4/10.

see? not great but could be significantly worse.

and it does get worse. so. let me speak. this is the worst thing i have ever seen in my entire goddamn life. that looks like a gorilla. there’s like barely any semblance of wolf on this other than that it has fur. i don’t understand why they decided to go in this direction it looks terrible. and the body suit part always looks loose as hell. it comes across as like an ugly gorilla mascot suit, and they make no effort to have it move in a remotely wolf-ish way. they usually just have it scuttling around like some sort of little freak. oz does not deserve this ugly shit. i love buffy and wanted to enjoy the werewolf episodes but lord have mercy. this sucks. whoever did this i’m gonna find you. 0/10.

oz (bad) evil bitch veruca (worse)

that’s all the werewolves i can think of right now actually. and it won’t let me add more pictures cause i’m on mobile. in conclusion an american werewolf in london did it best and every other depiction of a werewolf should be looking to that for inspiration. but fight me on these by all means i may have objectively correct werewolf opinions but that doesn’t mean i’m not open to discussion. thanks for watching #sparkleon

[lackadaisicallizard]

Everyday it’s over 40°C (104° in freedom units for you bald eagles out there) I feel more and more like Remus Lupin. That man would hate the heat and I stand by it.

[cookihearts]

[thetorturedpoetsfest]

Welcome to Day 19 of The Tortured Poets Fest!

Click the links listed below to check out all of the content our lovely Tortured Poets have created for all of us today! (and go to our bio to access the rest of the AO3 Collection)

✍️ get the matches, toss the ashes by elidereads & @thefogofthefuture 

Ship(s): Theodore Nott/Astoria Greengrass

Rating: M

Summary:

Astoria considers the navy ink. Thinks about the postal owl and her familiar eyes. We would know if they put him back in Azkaban, Draco had always told her. He’s too clever to be found unless he wants to be.

Glancing at Daphne, she says, “It’s Theo.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Because I know him.”

(Or: Newly divorced, Astoria Greengrass receives a mysterious letter from someone she hasn’t heard from in five years.)

🕯 even if i die screaming by horansbaex

Ship(s): James Potter/Regulus Black

Rating: M

Summary:

an exploration of grief

The other thing about grief is that it’s a lonely road because Regulus wouldn’t talk about it. Not at school, not with his friends, definitely not with his brother. The days continue to pass and you don’t understand where everyone gets the energy to go out, to fall in love, to be with family, to hang out with friends, because something earthshattering has happened; but you go out, you hang out with family and friends even though something earthshattering has happened. Even so, a shattered earth continues to spin, and Regulus continues going to work, cleaning his apartment, going out with his friends on Tuesdays and Fridays, having breakfast with Sirius on Saturdays and dinner with Lucius and Draco on Sundays.

🗝 unforgivable sins by lucio

Ship(s): Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Narcissa Black Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy & Andromeda Black Tonks

Rating: T

Summary:

“Sacrifices must sometimes be made.”

“And in the name of sacrifice,” you say, voice hard, “you would let him into your ancestral home?” You cannot imagine a bald man with a snake’s eyes ordering you to bring him tea, like a common housewife. Panic seizes you at the thought of what he might do to Draco, what cruel devilry might seep under your son’s door and into his vulnerable mind.

You were raised as a Black. You know, better than most, that whatever the Ministry may deem unforgivable magic, some horrors are unimaginable.

(Or, Lucius invites Voldemort to live in the Manor after disappointing him at the Ministry, and Narcissa decides that this is a step too far. Loosely inspired by The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived by Taylor Swift.)

📜 the price we paid (for peace) by alibraryofsoulsandstars

Ship(s): James Potter/Lily Evans

Rating: Gen

Summary:

“It…it involves us, doesn’t it––this prophecy?”

Lily already knows the answer.

“It does,” Dumbledore confirms gently––gravely.

“...and it isn’t good news, is it?”

Lily Evans Potter has always been made of fire, not ice––and when fate decides to come for her son––oh, does she let it burn and rage.

🖌 Underneath the same moon, in different galaxies by mercurialwitch @mercurial-witch

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Rating: M

Summary:

That night, Moony and Padfoot howled at the moon, their hearts beating in sorrowful unison aching for each other.

A glimpse into the lives of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, two separate lives oceans apart.

𓇢𓆸 who's afraid of little old me? (you should be) by avian_TARDIS @avian-tardis

Ship(s): James Potter/Regulus Black

Summary:

Anyone who knows Regulus Black’s story knows that Taylor Swift’s Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? fits him perfectly. Here’s how.

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Be sure to check our page for the last day of reveals tomorrow! Until then, Tortured Poets <3

🩶 Your mods,

@wolfpadx @multiimoments @heartsoncover @lemonlans @mercurial-witch @steveahoi damagecontrol & shewritesmaybe

[astaldis]

Issue no 32- Kneeling: Trapped

Fandom: Harry Potter

Whumpee: Severus Snape

Whumper: Draco, Voldemort

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin & Severus Snape

Characters: Severus Snape, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Dolores Umbridge, Peter Pettigrew, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Poppy Pomfrey, Sybill Trelawney, Ginny Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore

Additional Tags: Torture, Aftermath of Torture, crucio | cruciatus curse, Snakes, Mutilation, Coma, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Imperio | Imperius Curse, Werewolf, Good Severus Snape, Snape whump, Hurt/Comfort, Good Draco Malfoy, Pureblood Severus Snape, Written Pre-Half Blood Prince

Words: 25,351; Chapters: 15/15

Excerpt from Chapter 1: Of Sneaks and Snakes

"Crucio," shouted Draco, his wand still pointing at his teacher's temple.

Not too bad for a 6th year, Severus thought as pain bored through his head like a spear and then spread into his entire body. A tide of white-hot lava setting every single fiber on fire. He bit his lip convulsively to prevent himself from screaming as he fell to his knees. Luckily, Draco wasn't powerful enough to sustain the Unforgivable for more than a few seconds, yet. However, he had achieved his goal. Severus was on his knees. The Dark Lord seemed extremely pleased with the young wizard's performance.

"You did well, my child," he praised. "A true Slytherin, one your father can be proud of. You will do great deeds once you have received my Mark, and you will be honored among your fellow Death Eaters as the one who brought down - the traitor." The last words he spat out with venom, pointing at Severus who was still on his knees, panting and twitching in the aftermath of the Cruciatus.

Severus spat some blood that had accumulated in his mouth from the deep cut in his lip, and looked up. No, he would not crawl to his master and cry for mercy. He would never sink that low, whatever they were going to do to him. He stared back into the snake-like eyes that were glowing red in the flickering light of the Death Eaters' torches.

Excerpt from Chapter 2: Behold the Traitor

"Stubborn to the end. No less than I expected. I guess that leaves me no choice but to irrevocably severe the bond that has been connecting us for so many years. A pity. - Wormtail!" He motioned for Pettigrew who was lurking about in the gloomy rear part of the hall-like room. The rat approached, almost stooping to the floor in reverence to his Master. Finally, Wormtail straightened and whirled his wand. A strange stone device appeared out of thin air, resembling a hybrid between a slab and a scaffold. This accomplished, the balding wizard put forth his exposed left arm for Voldemort to touch the Dark Mark.

Soft 'plops' announced the arrival of apparating Death Eaters. They formed their usual circle. On the Dark Lord's sign, Crabbe and Goyle dragged Severus towards the stone construction, made him kneel before it, ripped off his cloak and shirt and pressed his upper body onto the smooth granite surface, face down. Immediately, iron bonds appeared and wound itself tightly around his chest and outstretched arms, slicing painfully into his flesh.

A door opened, and a hooded figure entered the room. His hood and mask were scarlet instead of black, and he wielded an ax in his heavily gloved hands. McNair, the executioner. He slowly approached the prisoner.

[foxgloveprincess]

Speaking of monster love, do you have a preferred form of werewolves when you think about them or do you like all depictions of them?

I love werewolves. 🥰 My precious furry babies. As far as forms of them go, I’m sorta but not really impartial to all the depictions I’ve seen (which aren’t a lot since most are horror coded and I’m such a scaredy cat 😞). I’ve mostly seen shifter types in the media I’ve watched, which I accept as a pretty decent depiction. I’ve not seen movies that have more of a wolfman vibe, but I don’t know that I’d be opposed to it. The first depiction I can think of that I’ve ever been disappointed by is Remus Lupin in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Where is his fur? His fluff? Why is he so bald? 🥺 Also we’re not gonna talk about Oz from Buffy the Vampire Slayer—in what world does that look like a wolf?? Though the face is not completely unsalvageable, where are his fluffy ears or his tail?

But the best depictions of werewolves I’ve seen have been by artists on Tumblr. So I guess the bipedal fluffy werewolf depictions are my favorite? Though as long as they’re fluffy and love to cuddle, I don’t care. 🥰

[underoospeterparker]

hi! i want to ask for 🍩 with marauders, please!

i love reading, mostly romantic or detective stories! 5.2ft tall. i have soft features, medium length hair with bangs! extrovert, enfp (if it matters) kind and friendly but slightly hot-tempered. enjoy studying, but most often i procrastinate TT

thank you in advance! and i like the way you write! ♡

welcome to my 300 celebration! you are anon 2

i ship you with remus lupin!

a. reading with remus in bed:

you were lying with your head on remus's lap, curled up like a shrimp as your eyes skimmed the pages of your murder mystery, completely engrossed in what was about to happen next. remus put his book down for a second and just watched you read, a soft smile on his face. you were so immersed in your book that you didn't notice him. your mouth formed into an O as you read the scene unraveling and you had to close your book so you could process what was happening. "how's the book, sweetheart?" remus asked. he reached down to scratch at your scalp and you sighed as you relaxed into him, putting the book down altogether. "crazy," you responded, a huge yawn escaping from your mouth. "but i'm tired." "that's okay," your boyfriend murmured. "sweet dreams, lovely."

b. studying with him in the library:

"rem!" you all but screamed as you saw him, waving your arms for him to notice you at your table. madam pince glared at you but you didn't care, motioning for him to come over. your boyfriend spotted you, grin already forming on his face. "hi, sweetheart," he said, giving you a soft kiss. "what're we studying today?" you leaned up to deepen the kiss and he smiled against your lips, breaking apart from you to take a seat next to you. after a minute of skimming through your notes, you said, "i was thinking, charms?" chewing on your nails, you added, "test is coming up, right?" when your boyfriend didn't respond, you turned to him, laughing as you saw him just staring at you, paying no attention to what you said. "sorry, what'd you say? got distracted looking at this pretty girl."

c. remus when you get bangs:

"close your eyes!" you said to him as soon as you walked into the living room. "did you see anything?" he smiled, eyes shut like you requested. "no," he responded. "why am i closing my eyes?" you sat down next to him on the sofa, fluffing up your hair and then told remus to open his eyes. he was a little confused at first, but that confusion soon turned into recognition and then admiration as a wide grin spread on his face. "do you like it?" you asked, suddenly shy. "do i like it?" he repeated your question, cupping your face in his hands and pecking your face until you giggled and squirmed under his touch. "i love it, and i love you, angel." your mouth finally morphed into a smile as you relaxed in his arms. "even if i shaved my head bald?" you joked, pressing your head into his sweater. "even if you shaved your head bald."

[doloresstarfish]

BROKE YOUR OWN HEART

(Can't Finish What You Start)

Remus Lupin & Original Male Character

cw: graphic despictions of violence, angst, blood.

Summary

CHAPTER O4

At first it looked like a normal pub. When they got inside, Mouth and Elliot greeted the busy man behind the bar while going straight to the back, like they were co owners of the place. Remus followed close behind them as they opened the door to the basement, being inmediately attacked by the screams and chants of what sounded like a full quidditch stadium.

It was an old room with tall ceilings and concrete walls, so large it could probably fit two of Elliot's houses, if it weren't for the massive crowd of sweaty men inside.

On the way there Remus learned that they were heading to a fight club. A bloody fight club. And he thought that maybe Mouth was right about getting hurt burn.

At least it now made sense as to why Elliot never hesitated to throw a mean right hook if he found it necessary. He was certain no prissy motherfucker in Hogwarts had any chance against him. And they didn't.

They got just in time before they closed the doors, so they paid the entrance fee -five pounds each- and a bearded guy asked if any of them were fighting tonight. Mouth and Elliot had said yes. 'Oslo' seemed to know them well since they greeted eachother by name and handed both boys two ribbons to tie on their wrists. Elliot got red and Mouth blue.

The fights seemed to have started earlier than usual since they were already pulling a manic guy on top of another bloody face. They dragged the passed out person away from the man-made circle on the middle of the basement and a bald man raised the winners hand in the air, who offered the chanting crowd a crooked smile as he got handed a red plastic bag filled with money.

This was not how Remus imagined spending his summer.

He couldn't wait to see James and Sirius and tell them everything.

The same man held two empty bags -one red and one blue- in each hand and walked around as everyone streched to get their money in before two different men got in the circle and start wrestling.

Remus kept watching as the bald man handed the two bags to a couple of guys in the stairs. They started couting the contents of each bag and splitted both at the middle, waiting for the results.

"If you win you get half of the money the people against you betted, the other half goes to the winner's crowd" Elliot leaned on a concrete pillar, hands on his pockets in a relaxed way "So if fifty people are against you, you get two hundred and fifty pounds"

"Since the stablished amount is ten pounds each" Mouth added "Only rich assholes come see us getting fucked up. They get off on it or something" Elliot laughed "But last saturday of the month means double bets. That's five hundred, baby"

They watched in silence as they dragged another guy out of the floor. This time Blue won. They repeated the whole thing.

"What will happen if no one is against you?" Remus asked Elliot. Mouth snorted at the question while moving his limbs around, trying to warm up.

"That's not a problem Elliot particulary has" he answered.

"Let's just say I'm easy to hate" A knowing smile crept on his face but Remus didn't dare ask anything else.

Soon after it was Mouth's turn to go in. They wished him good luck and the fight begun. He wasn't either too tall or too short, but his beefy muscles were undeniable, so a lot of people betted on him. His opponent was on the shorter side, but was agile and looked experienced.

At first it was pretty even between the two of them, a lot of dodging and not much contact. Then Mouth got the upper hand with a strong kick right on the chest. Until he got swiped by his left knee and fell down to the floor.

"Fuck. That's his bad knee. Broke it one time and never fully healed" Elliot said, worried for his friend.

At the end nothing too serious happened to Mouth. But he did lose after a punch on the side of his head that nearly knocked him fully out, so they called it quits.

Elliot was next.

"You know the rules, gentleman! No shirts and no weapons!" The bald man exclaimed.

As Elliot started walking Remus was suddenly filled with an inmense sense of dread. What if he got seriously injured? Fuck, what if he died? He should've never let him do this shit.

"Merlin fuck, Elliot" his voice wavered, face as white as a sheet "Please be careful" the boy just turned around without stopping and grinned at him.

Fucking wanker.

He watched as Elliot slipped off his shirt and threw it to the ground while opening his way through the crowd of people, that started shamelessly booing at the sight of the familiar boy.

When Elliot finally arrived to the center of the circle he found Remus worried eyes again, but smiled and looked at him as to saying "See?"

Fucking wanker.

His opponent was a white guy with his torso and neck covered in ugly tattoos. He looked like a rabid dog, saizing up a relaxed looking Elliot with muttered growls.

Almost everyone got their hands inside the blue bag. They fucking loathed him. Remus watched the barely half filled red bag as baldie handed both of them to the crew.

The fight was up. Tattoo guy inmediately launched forward to grab Elliot but he dodged him easily, keeping his fists in front of his face. They walked around in circules, both challenging the other to approach them. Tattoo guy finally gave in and threw a fist at Elliot, who managed to move to the side and sucker punch him square in the jaw, making him back down with a groan of pain.

Elliot was lean but strong, well defined muscles danced around his body thanks to the demanding job at the factory. He could be Michelangelo's fucking David, Remus thought. Although having absolute baby-like features, his permanent poker face made up for any problem he could have from lack of intimidation.The other guy looked more like a junkie psycho chihuahua than a real competition. And that might just be more dangerous.

The younger boy leaped forward and got another hit, this time on the eye. But Tattoo guy trashed his arms around, making it impossible to predict where were they going to end up, so Elliot got hit in the nose and the crowd cheered louder as blood started to pour.

Remus could feel his heart trying to thump out of place and had to close his eyes after a couple minutes. He couldn't see this.

The crowd started booing and Remus inmediately thought the worst, and quickly opened his eyes, expecting to see the beautiful face that belonged to Elliot all fucked up on the floor, getting dragged.

But then he remebered they hated him, so they were booing because of Elliot's red ribbon swaying high in the air around his wrist. He had won. The biggest shit eating grin Remus had ever seen on his crimson lips as he admired the crowd that insulted him.

"We've got the winner, gentleman!" The bald man pushed the red bag close to Elliot's chest as the noise got louder "Hold this tight in your way out, kid" he told him.

So Elliot took off running through the crowd, grabbing Remus by the hand and making him pick up his speed as they ran up the stairs and closed the door. He couldn't risk getting the bag snatched by a pissed off asshole, so he dragged Remus out of the pub all the way back to the basketball court, where Elliot dropped his hand to rest them on his knees, trying to catch a breath. Remus did the same as they looked at eachother.

"Fuck"

"Yeah, fuck" They started laughing.

"I can't believe I just got out of a fight club" said Remus, calming down.

"I can't believe I just got out alive of that fight" retorted Elliot jokingly, indicating Remus to follow him, so they started walking home.

"The bloke was mad" Remus sizzed "I couldn't even watch after he started spinning like an helicopter and hit you in the nose" At the injuries mention, Elliot tried to wipe some of the blood that got on his mouth, but the nose had stopped bleeding "Shit, it's not broken, is it?"

"Nah, it would hurt like a bitch if it was. I'm actually pretty okay. Definitely got worse than this" Elliot said, actually surprised. "Maybe you're my lucky charm" He sent a flirty smile to Remus, who wanted to murder him for it.

"Lucky charm or not, I'm not ever going back to that place" Elliot snorted.

"Fair enough"

It was already fully dark out, the stars shining dimly -nothing like Remus sky back in Wales-. The sandy haired blonde had catched the pubs clock before leaving the place. By his suprise, it was just eight thirty, the whole day had felt so much shorter.

They arrived at the front lawn. Elliot's eyes went straight to the driveway, checking for a beated up grey car, but it was empty, as always.

"Fuck. They can't see me like this" he stopped Remus before he could get any further. Elliot pulled off his pants -again- and grabbed the hose -that they never used-, letting water pour as hard as it could without risking getting caught by the noise.

"Merlin. Can you stop getting undressed in public? You can get arrested for nudity, you know?" Elliot laughed as an old lady walked down the street, eyeing Elliot without holding back. Remus rolled his eyes at the boy for waving a hand up to the woman teasingly.

"Why? Jelous, Lupin?" Elliot said, going back to rinsing his chest and face out of any trace for blood. Without it Elliot looked mostly normal, he still had some time before the bruises develope, so he can make up an excuse tomorrow. "Good enough, right?" Remus nodded sheepishly as Elliot slipped the jeans up again, they were dirty but the dark color helped to diguise it a little.

They passed the door and saw Elliot's mom cooking something in the kitchen as they greeted everyone inside. Lupe and Eric where running around in the living room, Dominic was struggling to catch up to them, but happily. Gia was probably studying in her bedroom.

"Hey, guys! Dinner will be ready soon, okay?" She said "Why are you shirtless... and wet?" Elliot looked down to his body as if that was the first time he saw it too. Keeping the red bag of money behind his back.

"We went swimming down the lake. Must have left it there" she looked suspiciously at him but didn't say anything else, going back to the cutting board.

They both took showers -separated- and changed into some clean, sweat-free, clothes. They sat together on Elliot's bed. The window was open, letting a summer breeze refresh them even more, thanks to the thin layer of cold water still on their skin.

Remus watched, almost hipnotized, as Elliot tended to a small cut under his right eye that he was glad Marian hadn't noticed yet and as he spreaded over his face some antinflamatory cream he kept on the dresser.

After Elliot finished he grabbed the red bag and let all the money out on the bed, crumpled up in a high mountain between the two boys.

"Wanna help me count?" Elliot asked, making Remus snap out of his daze and nod quickly.

They counted in silence, scrunching their face in disgust when handling some of the bills that had specks of blood on them.

"Do you do this often?" Remus murmured, without looking up from the task, but could sense Elliot gazing up at him.

"Not anymore. Only for double bets" he shrugged.

"Why?"

"Why do I fight or why I don't do it often anymore?" Elliot snickered, raising a mocking brow to try and alivate the intimate vibe that made him a little too uncomfortable.

"The latter" Remus serious tone made contrast with his friends nochalant attitude.

"I can't afford dying, Rem" he shook his head jokingly, althought it was a sincere explanation. Remus had to stop himself from literally gulping at the nickname.

"Why did you even start fighting, then?"

Elliot sighed exasperated, as to let Remus know that this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have. What he didn't know was that the taller boy had stopped caring enough to keep walking on eggshells around him, and decided that if he wanted to get in, maybe he had to break the door down.

But Elliot didn't let him.

The sardonic grin returned to his face as he raised the neat stack of money in his hand " 'Cause of seven hundred and sixty pounds, baby"

Remus let him have this one.

[gorgynei]

harry potter fans stop tagging my trans werewolf posts as remus lupin challenge. i do not want to hear about your fucking bald ugly man anymore there are so many better places to get werewolves from than jkr