#remus is sweating

[writtenicarus]

wolfstar kissing

Sirius, breaking away: Remus what are you doing with your hands?

Remus: they're on your waist?

Sirius: do I look like a nun? Put them somewhere useful.

[waxingrunes]

First public spice piece for these two. Inspired by Boot Scootin’ Baby on Ao3, by cancerravenclaw. If you’ve not read it yet please take yourself into a quiet room and begin.

Tamer ones to come on my IG.

[marauders-bs]

credit to @mydeadgaywizards for the amazing idea!

PLEASE PAY ATTENTION this has walburga's a+ parenting and sirius's aggressive internalize homophobia. quite lovely for a 7 am

That was the thing, wasn't it.

Remus was more relaxed than Sirius. Remus didn't have to deal with his mother in his head, or his father. Sirius knew Remus wouldn't mind being in love with him, if that was something that could ever happen.

Sirius refused to be in love with Remus. He couldn't let it happen. Sure, if Remus was a girl, or if Sirius himself was a boy, they'd probably be head over heels already. They were just like that.

But Sirius couldn't. He'd lived with James for upwards of a year, and his mother's voice was all but gone, popping into his head sometimes, but not a third of what it had been.

But that stayed with him. The reminder, always, always, always there, that Uncle Alpard was bad and Sirius's thought, by extension, were too.

He couldn't let it happen. He refused.

[constellama]

For how little I talk about Orange I actually think about him a lot, which means I have so many fun concepts for him, so I present to you,

Headcanons/Theories/Concepts about Orange that don’t all make sense but are fun to think about anyway (aka, me rambling about Orange):

(also short disclaimer please don’t take this too seriously I am not any sort of expert in media analysis or anything this is just for silliness)

- I’m mainly going into this with the theory that Orange is some kind of form of externalization, whether that be wrath or just forbidden emotions in general. Honestly my opinion of what he represents is still kinda nebulous but like. Please don’t leave I promise I have good ideas.

- From what we saw with Logan, I think Orange’s abilities might be some form of enhancing the others’ emotions— forcibly externalizing them in some way. There’s so much tension between the other sides, what with Logan wanting to be listened to, Patton never sharing how he feels, Roman still clinging on to Thomas’s selflessness, and idek how this is all affecting Virgil. Not to mention Nico is in the mix. Orange is gonna somehow force the others to actually talk about their feelings. Basically, Janus can force the others to shut up, so what if Orange can do the opposite? (trust me this can only go well and nothing bad will happen)

- We already know Thomas’s perception of the dark sides tends to be what he thinks is “bad” or the opposite of good, like Janus being portrayed as a snake because of snakes’ reputation in Catholicism. I think it would be fun if Orange also leaned into the religious imagery. What I’m saying is that I think Orange should have goat motifs. Please. Goats are animals also associated with the devil and sin and if Thomas believes that whatever Orange represents is “evil” in the same way he initially thought Janus and Remus were evil, then it makes sense he may subconsciously see him that way. But like, this is mainly because I want orange to be a silly goat. Give that man rectangular pupils please it’s beneficial to my mental health.

- We still know next to nothing about Orange’s personality so this is where it really gets fun! I want to believe Orange is cold. Cold, calculated, a completely icy demeanor. More on his relationship with Logan here, idk if this is an unpopular opinion but I don’t think Orange has much to do with Logan at all. I don’t think they’re as connected as we think, actually. I think the only reason we see orange manifest with Logan is just because Logan happened to be the first person he got to. If anything, Logan now knows to avoid whatever brought him on, which we see in the gift exchange episode when he shuts down Remus after he said “Kinda makes you wanna scream, huh?”

- Adding on from the last part ☝️ I think it would be really funny if Orange got to Roman next. It would be completely unpredicted and with how vulnerable Roman is, he’d be forced to come to terms with the fact that not everything is black and white. Let him have ugly emotions and put a mirror in front of him, if you will.

- ok this is so unorganized but back to Orange’s personality, I think he should be completely devoid of emotions. Analytical in every way Logan wants to be. Idk how to explain this part but his emotions are outside of him, externalization in the way his emotions are external and forced out of the others. This isn’t saying he’s possessing them, but more like he’s an empath. An empath if he was evil but not really. I sound insane but I swear it makes sense.

- also as a bonus, there’s this fun hc that I have (I promise this has to do with Orange) but we know Virgil’s name is a sensitive subject for him. We also know the dark sides like to take advantage of that. And it’s so deliberate in a way that makes me think there’s more to it. SO HEAR ME OUT. You know how Virgil’s name was taken from the Roman poet Vergilius? What if that was his actual full name. What if when he separated himself from the dark sides, he cut off the “ius” because he felt it associated him with them. He told the others they can call him “Virge” as a nickname so they had no reason to assume Virgil was already a nickname. Now imagine that when we meet Orange, because he needs to sides to externalize everything, he refers to Virgil as Vergilius. Yippee more tension for everyone!! Another thing the sides have to discuss as a way to fully come to terms with the fact that they have to communicate and let Thomas breathe!!!

If you made it to the end of this post!!! What !!!! Ty for reading my silly rambles, reminder that none of this is serious, this is entirely for fun and also probably doesn’t entirely make sense. (I tried to make this as coherent as I could). I doubt that any of this is going to end up canon, but the concepts are fun to think about !!

[vampiristar]

a better version of this art!!

casanova of gryffindor : remus lupin

[reggie-the-dyke]

i have Vastly different interests than all of my moots 🥲

by interests i mean singular interest. and by that i mean the marauders

i’m sorry you all have to witness the dead gay wizard brainrot

[transiplier-art]

i want what they have <3

[sliebman10]

Sweat

“Come on, Moony…it’s too hot in here,��� Sirius said, pulling Remus up off the sofa and outside.

“It’s hotter out there,” Remus grumbled. He was recovering from the full moon and he did not feel like moving. He could feel sweat trickling down his back. 

Sirius grinned mischievously and took his hand, leading him to the ocean in the back of their house. Tossing his shirt to the side, Sirius waved his wand, Vanishing Remus’s shirt and shorts, leaving only his pants as he led him into the waves. 

Remus closed his eyes as the water swirled around him, making him feel lighter than he had in days. Sirius held onto his arm,making sure he was steady, before pulling him in for a salt flavored kiss.

Word count: 127

@wolfstarmicrofic

[hailstorm1816]

I believe that Remus and Regulus studied in the same corner of the library almost everyday, but never actually started talking until after the prank (but it wasn't to make sirius jealous or something like that it's just that they found comfort in eachother).

Anyway, one day, Regulus is one his way to their spot in the library and when he arrives everything seems normal, everything is in the same place as always and Remus is sitting on the ground in the corner just like any other time. Everything seems normal until you pay close attention. When Regulus steps forward to take his seat at the table next to Remus, he notices that something is different. Remus isn't reading a book. His hair is messed up like someone teased it, his eyebags were more noticeable, and his eyes were red and watery. Regulus hesitates before sitting down next to Remus on the cold floor and asks if he is alright. At that, Remus starts to cry, and Regulus silently berates himself for asking such a dumb question. After about a minute, Remus says, "It was Sirius."

Regulus tries to think of what Sirius could possibly do to make Remus cry like this, and after another minute of silence, his whispers, "Let me guess, it was something about your werewolf problem?"

Remus is understandably shocked at Regulus' question because nobody is supposed to know except the marauders, so Regulus explains that he's known since his first year, but he never told anybody and isn't planning to in the future.

Remus stays silent as he processes the information and then decides to tell Regulus what Sirius did (AKA the prank). As Regulus listens, he grows extremely angry at his brother but also is empathetic toward Remus. When Remus is done explaining his situation, Regulus gets an idea. (BTW, the next part is a reference to one of my previous posts about how I think moonwater would comfort each other). Regulus grabs one of the books of the shelf that he sees Remus reading a lot and asks if he would like him to read to him. Remus silently says yes with a nod of his head. They both lean against the other in their corner of the library as Regulus whispers one of Remus' favorite books to him. After a few minutes, they both end up falling asleep against each other, comforted by the others' presence. They both wake up only a few minutes before curfew, giving them just the right amount of time to run off to their dorms. No matter how many similar encounters they would have in the future, they both would always remember this day in full detail.

[emeryhall]

prompt: sweat

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin, bartender at Julius’ in Greenwich Village, swipes his own sweat off the counter with a dingy, once-white rag. It’s noon on Saturday, August 20th, 1983. The temp hit 97 and there’s no AC in the bar. They’ve got no patrons, not even regulars, so why he’s gotta work his shift is beyond him. Fuck it; he flips the rag over his shoulder and pours himself a pint of something with a low ABV (he’s got a long run tomorrow), leans against the back counter and takes a sip. 

Which is when a man stumbles in the propped open door, dramatically (some might say melodramatically) collapsing across a line of four barstools in front of the counter. 

Just what Remus needs in this balls weather. Some coked-out midtown lawyer coming down from a Friday night bender. 

“Buddy! Hey, buddy! Hospital’s over on 7th, or go home and sleep it off. Not here.” 

The man groans, but doesn’t move. 

Sighing, Remus comes around the counter and twists up his rag, getting ready to flick the guy in the face or nuts, whatever gets him to leave. Nuts probably, since he can see a distinct outline of them in those thin shorts, which is what gives him pause. 

The guy’s beet red, covered in sweat, white particles clinging to the sides of his face and around his nose. Definitely coked-up. Only, rather than the usual rumpled suit, untucked shirt, and askew tie that he sees on these corporate types who “mistakenly” find themselves below 42nd at New York’s oldest gay bar, this one’s wearing a “Police and Thieves” tank, black shorts, and sneakers. He has what would be long black hair, if he hadn’t shaved the sides. 

Remus hooks a foot through one leg of the fourth barstool and jerks it out from under the man’s calves, taking a seat near his knees. The guy’s legs flop down, but otherwise he doesn’t move. 

“Are you gonna OD on me?” 

Nothing. 

“Do you want some water?” 

“I want a cigarette and a beer.” 

And it’s that voice that dislodges something in Remus’s brain. English accent, a little rough. He’s heard it before. But where? 

He looks the guy up and down, trying not to take advantage of the man’s prostrate body and shut eyes to stare too aggressively at the practically obscene outline of his junk through those shorts. Some one night stand? Nah, he’d remember him. He bounces his leg on a rung of the barstool, thinking. Gets up, goes around the bar, pours the man a pint, picks his own up while he’s at it, and returns to his seat. Apart from not wanting to deal with the cops if this guy ODs in the bar, well, you know, maybe he doesn’t want him to OD—not just yet. 

“Got your beer here.” Condensation drips down the glass. 

The man opens his eyes. They’re grey. Extends a hand. Remus inserts the pint glass into it, being sure to brush his fingers against the man’s. Judging by the way the man’s face flops over to look at him, he caught the finger thing. 

“You from England?” 

“London. Got a cigarette?” 

“Don’t smoke.” 

“Bollocks.” 

Something about that exchange, maybe the London part or the bollocks part slots the memory into place. Not a one night stand. The guy’s the frontman of some British punk band. Been in the news recently. What’s his name though? Black something or other? 

“Black?” Remus tests it out. 

“Sirius Black,” the man responds, tilting the pint glass to pour beer into his open mouth, still lying on his back. This is also obscene. 

“Remus Lupin.” Remus switches his pint glass to his left hand and wipes his right on his trousers, extending the hand. 

Sirius looks at it. “I’m disgusting. I don’t think you want to touch me.” 

Oh how wrong he is. 

“Hard night out?” Remus asks. 

“Just average.” 

“Doesn’t look average.” 

“Oh, you mean this?” Sirius gestures across his torso with the beer-free hand, and Remus’s gaze follows that hand, lingering. “No, just finished up a 30K.” 

Remus’s eyes jerk back up to Sirius’s face. “You mean like a run?” 

Sirius props himself up on one elbow, sips the beer. “Yeah.” 

“What’s that in miles?” 

“Maybe 20?” 

“This late in the day? In this heat?” 

“Yeah, well, late night last night. Didn’t get up till 10.” 

“And you went out last night?” 

“Nothing big. Ten beers. Taking a bit of a break in New York so…” 

“Break from what? Girlfriend?” 

Sirius smirks at Remus’s lack of subtlety. “Don’t got a girlfriend. Or, you know, the other kind of friend either.” He pauses, lifts an eyebrow. “No, needed some space from the band. Needed to go a bit barmy.” 

“So ten pints?” 

“Nah, that’s normal. Signed up for the marathon though.” 

“New York?” 

“Mmm hmm.” 

Interesting. “I’m running it too.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You been training?” 

“Just started today.” 

“With twenty miles?” 

“Felt like the thing to do.” 

“You run one before?” 

“London a couple years ago.” 

“What was your time?” 

“Guess.” 

Remus thinks back to his own New York marathon last October. Sixteen weeks of training. 2:46:13. Aiming to get below 2:40 this year. He glances down at the pool of sweat forming beneath Sirius’s barstools. Hmm. Punk band. Smoker. 10 pints. Just started training two months out from the marathon. 

“4:45.” Remus takes a sip from his glass feeling smug about his 2:46. 

“2:29.” 

He spits the beer out, spraying it across Sirius’s sweat soaked singlet. 

“Did you say TWO twenty-nine?” 

“Yeah.” Sirius raises that eyebrow again, casually sipping his beer and leaving a damp line of foam across his upper lip. 

Sub-2:30. Now that is fucking hot. “Man, see you at the finish then.” 

“Or in that bathroom.” 

Sirius gets up, stripping the singlet off and dropping it on the floor on his way to the toilets. Remus suspects he’ll taste salty. 

* * *

word count: 996

Shout out to Joe Strummer’s 1983 London marathon and anyone training through the summer for a fall race.

[addisonstars]

“sweat and snuggles”

written for day 13 of august for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt “sweat”

95 words :)

Sirius had walked into the dorm and spotted a studious, handsome, Remus. He had just finished Quidditch practice, and was hot and sweaty. He walked over to Remus, who looked up at him and smiled.

He went to give him a hug, but Remus pushed him away before he could embrace his boyfriend. Sirius jutted out his bottom lip, because he really wanted his hug.

“You’re sweaty, so go shower. Then we can snuggle.” Remus offered.

Sirius still bent over keeping space between their bodies, but he pressed a kiss to Remus’s lips much to his avail.

95 but feels like 112. i know a thing or two about sweat 😭. have a lovely day guys <33

-a.s.

[jaratedeguadalupe]

Remus worst nightmare is being trapped in a moving metal box with virgil, his boyfriend, and roman, his brother, because he KNOWS they will blast musicals the entire time 

[madefortherain]

i hate the heat bc how tf am i meant to dress like remus lupin in this weather???

[thepettieststar]

and what if I said that you’re on your own kid was Narcissa Black coded?!?!

[messrsbyler]

tell me about the characters you kin for in st and in your past fandom and which one of them would win in a fight

[digthewriter]

It’s your Teddy, requested by @hey-flynn