#punk remus

[yourgalgremlin]

Everybody getting on the train 4th year:

Remus Lupin:

Tall af, a cig in his mouth, jeans, & docs.

Sirius prolly gets a nosebleed.

[seaskate]

Is It Over Now?

After Sirius’s prank in their fifth year, Remus doesn’t so easily forgive the eldest Black brother and pulls away. In a bout of self destructiveness, he goes right to a younger Slytherin, finding an unlikely friendship along the way.

They say that in Slytherin House you’ll find your true friends, but a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor couldn’t hurt too, right?

—-

Or

How different could things have been had Remus gone to the younger Black brother and made him and others have a change of heart much sooner than before?

(Masterlist)

[ivnvnva]

Canon? Eh who cares. I want to see Remus and Janus mosh.

And other sides being On the metal show.

[addisonstars]

“those black leather pants”

written for day 7 of august for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt “festival”

197 words!

Sirius had on his black leather jacket with no shirt, black lipstick and some graphic eyeliner today to go to the music festival in town. The line-up was amazing and he couldn’t, wouldn’t miss it. His hands were adorned by silver rings with skulls and bones, and his neck was gracefully draped with chains.

His pants were tight black leather that made Remus jealous whenever he wore them because then everyone else could see the wonderful arse that Sirius was gifted with.

Remus, on the other hand, had to be persuaded to get all dressed up to go see these rocks bands. He usually wore a graphic tee and some cutoff shorts, but Sirius had conned him into donning some gold jewelry-as silver was a no-go for him- but his graphic band tee stayed, per Remus’ request. However, his usual cutoffs were replaced with a matching pair of black leather pants like Sirius’s.

Sirius now understood why Remus hated him wearing the pants, it took an immense amount of self-control to not rip them off and take him right there.

The two of them made quite a statement together, and it was enough to make anyone jealous.

fin. i’ve seen so many fics abt punk sirius/remus, i had to take a shot at writing them lol, so this little short mircofic was born ;) have a wonderful day loves!!

-a.s.

[fadingtostardust]

Remus Jlupo Lupin is giving me brain rot so I drew him. Also… never thought I’d draw mullet Rem but… he offered an herbal roll so….

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

Character Writing Practice - 90s!Remus (90s Kids AU)

For future reference, I'm referring to Character Writing Practice as ChrWP.

A recap: Remus is a punk kid with anarchist tendencies in this au. So, of course, had to make him see school as mostly pointless bc of 'current-world problems'. Like, he doesn't see school's purpose as far as preparing kids for the 'real world'. How's school gonna prepare kids like him (queer, neurodivergent, etc. (minorities, basically)) for all the bs the world throws at 'em?

[Projecting on a blorbo? Me?? Noooo (/sarcasm)]

Anyway. Listening to 90s!Remus' playlist, and just... good lord did I pick the right songs for this punk. This mf. American Idiot by Green Day is on there, and jfc does it fit so well with the 90s.

"But didn't you make the playlists-" yea I know, shut up. Still surprised it managed to fit the au.

Remus is always one of my fav to write, and 90s!Remus is no exception. Fuckin anarchist smartass. Love that kid.

[rockyjulesxx]

the chronicles of remus john lupin: the start of moony’s life viewed through snapshots

remus john lupin is the only child of hope and lyall lupin. born march 10 in cardiff, wales.

at ten years old he got into a car accident that left him with chronic pain for the rest of his life.

a little over a year later, he was fully recovered and finished with rehab. within this time his father had left him and his mother- the medical bills were stacking up and his fathers guilt of being intoxicated while driving the crashed vehicle “forced him to leave,” according to the fair well letter he had left behind. his mother was wonderful however and took care of him and worked 60 hour weeks to support the both of them through this time. hope never seemed to stop smiling and somehow always had fresh baked cookies for her “beautiful boy” ready on the kitchen counter. remus always thought she was magic.

a core memory in his childhood was on his twelfth birthday when he and his mother sang the rubber band album together in their backyard. they had twirled each other around and cooked dinner with the vegetables they had picked from their growing garden . even during in that moment, all remus could think about was how that instant would be a memory he would always remember. the still image that remains burned into his mind of his mother’s fine hair flowing behind her as she laughs half spun around remus’s scarred hand always aches behind his eyes. he searches to find a smile as genuine as his mothers on that day.

two weeks later remus received his second letter. this one retrieved from his mother’s will. she had hung herself amongst the trees in their backyards forest. march 24 was the first day remus ever experienced pain.

by thirteen remus was well accustomed to being in group homes in london england. he always carried his mothers old books, records and golden locket that held a flower petal from his old garden from home to home.

by fourteen he was already developing a smokers cough, and constantly got caught up with older group home boys who introduced him to the night scene in london because “who had never been to leicester square after living in london for a year?”

at fifteen he met lily who was drawn to him because of his intelligence. she wanted someone to study with after her last and only friend and her had a bad falling out. she quickly found out that remus wasn’t as aloof and punk as he appeared to have been walking down their school’s corridors. he was much more kind and compassionate than she could have imagined her study partner ever being.

on new year’s eve that same year in a crowded bar that lily suggested they visit, remus had his first kiss of the new year from a boy adorned with leather pants feather boas. a boy with long dark hair who danced his way through the crowed with not a care in the world. every eye was on him and every hand stretched towards his direction, but only remus saw the smile that evoked just has much joy from his soul has his mother had on that day. in that instant love at first sight was made for more than just the movies.

sirius and remus were forever, that remus made sure of. he vowed to never see sirius’ smile as just a smile. he knew there was more, more pain and sorrow that hid beneath it that no one was ever supposed to know about. but remus knew that smile- it was his mothers smile. and this time remus isn’t twelve and naive, he’s 16 and determined to make a forever a reality.

[munacy]

Repost of an old ATYD Remus drawing of mine🖤

[remmystoastybuns]

[goblinpuppy35]

David Thewlis

Only Fools and Horses (TV series) - 1985

[yourgalgremlin]

The Punks™️

BCJ as Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About U

RJL as John Bender in The Breakfast Club

[lyr-caelum]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE 💫

Sirius looks cool with a mullet

And Remus is kind of punk 🌙

[seaskate]

Remus

We all remember that scene in All The Young Dudes when Remus walks onto the train in his combat boots, with his short hair, and muggle clothes, looking every piece the teen that parents want their children away from. And we all know that it wasnt just a look, for a few summers Remus was that teen. He broke into places with the other boys from the boys home, smoked, got drunk and into fights (he got into fights even before then). This behavior even continued, in part, when he went back to school and started selling smokes to the other students and drank with the Marauders. He was punk and a lot of it came naturally, spurred on by the wolf inside of him. He only shoved it down in fifth year and beyond for the Marauders. He became the boy that wore sweaters and was deeply, incurably, in love with his best friend.

Now imagine if he had kept the style though, if he'd dressed like a muggle punk on the weekends, because what better way than to stick it to the blood purist than to be the embodiment of some many things that they hate. If he'd leaned a bit more into the wolf inside of him during those last few years, especially after "The Prank".

Everything probably would have still played out the same, I wont deny that. The Order still would have thought him a traitor for being a werewolf, maybe even more so for acting a bit more like one. And Remus still would have been hopelessly in love with Sirius and utterly destroyed when James and Lily died and Remus thought that Sirius'd had a hand in it. He still would have fallen into alcoholism and found his way back to Grant, and would have mellowed out over the years into the sweater wearing man that we know from the books. All the fight had left him after all when everyone else did.

But could you imagine the reaction of the few survivors (like Snape and Mcgonagall) that knew him back then when they see him agian? Sirius's reaction? Because I think it would be hilarious to see their reactions when Remus went seemingly from one end of the danger scale to the other.

It would have been sad too.

Having Remus be so punk for a time only to turn out the same tired man from the books, would be heartbreaking in a whole other way.

People tend to change things about themselves after something traumatic. Women cut their long hair short and guys change their personalities into someone that wouldn't have been hurt by what had so thoroughly torn them apart before.

I love the idea of it being shown in such a blatant way that cant be brushed aside by putting away the bottles just how destroyed Remus was after everything went to hell. I love the idea of it being as undeniable as the scars on Remus's skin. Maybe that's just me though.

[yallthemwitches]

Meep—Don’t murder me.

[romancingstars]

DRUNKEN MONOLOGUES

And you’re draped on him, whilst you’re staring at me.

remus lupin x reader

part 1 of drunken monologues

warnings : alcohol consumption (not as much as first suggested) , infatuation at first sight (remus lupin is so pretty , he takes care of u , hlp me

yet again another repost, hope you guys enjoy it just as much as the first time round ! all these r kinda shit sooo

title’s stolen from : no.1 party anthem by the arctic monkeys and come closer by miles kane

“Moony!” Sirius shouted, walking over to the lanky man. You were clinging onto Sirius’s arm, giggling over whatever joke he had just told about the Sex Pistols. Something about Malcolm McLaren probably. “I’ve found my dream lover! Knows The Clash and Pistols. Even, Public Image I mean, come on it’s the way to my heart.” he stated, gesturing to you. Dragging your eyes away from Sirius, you peered up at Remus and your jaw went slack. He was your type to the tee. Tall, thin, soft brown locks and full lips. The scars only made him look even better. His everything was completely and utterly perfect in your not so humble opinion.

“Happy for you Pads.” Remus said, rolling his eyes. Then, he looked down at you and the worst happened - he caught you staring. Your open mouth, which you were practically drooling from, was a slight give away that Sirius was no longer your top priority. Only a slight giveaway. “Oh, shit.” he muttered under his breath.

“Oi! What’re you staring at him like that for? You didn’t look at me like that.” Sirius whined, looking down at you.

“I like your music taste, and your hair. You’re fit. But, him? He’s fucking gorgeous.” you replied, pointing over at Remus. The very little vodka you had consumed must’ve gone to your head because you never would’ve said that in a normal state. However, you didn’t remove your arm from Sirius’s. Mostly for balance, which was a little selfish, but desperate times. Remus cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to avoid Sirius’s gaze of pure disbelief.

“Not to be rude Remus or anything, but you seriously think he’s better looking than me? I know he’s fit, but I’m me.” the black haired boy argue, flicking his eyes between the two of you.

“You’re both good looking, he’s just more to my taste. Look at him, he’s so pretty. But, in a different way to you. See you’re all tidy and your hair is in better condition than mine. He’s so.. oh I just want to bite him. What’s his name again?” you rambled, never taking your own eyes from Remus. The taller man was trying desperately hard not to laugh at Sirius’s complete shock, which was an almost impossible task.

“Fine then, go hang off of his arm.” Sirius said, holding you out towards him. You immediately stumbled towards Remus, by your own choice.

“Gladly. Hiiiiii.” you cooed, using his shoulders for balance. “I’m really quite tired and— Oh. Shit. Think I need some air.” you added, holding onto Remus’s bicep for dear life. Your knees had buckled and the brown haired man barely caught you. However, his hands did reach your waist to keep you stood up straight.

“Think you need something more than air. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Remus replied, chuckling lightly at the way you were peering up at him. “Think you hurt Sirius’s feelings.” he added, continuing on the conversation as he sat you down outside of the house.

“Reckon he’ll get over it, he had a swarm of fans following him around. Got me absolutely pissed though. Not on purpose, I was just trying to keep up with him.” you said, rubbing your temples. Your speech was fine, but your legs were a little wobbly. Everything just felt slow. You realised you weren’t that pissed at all, just nervous in Remus’s presence.

“Yeah, he tends to have that affect on people. What’s your name again?” he said, quoting you to you. He smirked down at you. It was a little comforting to know he was genuinely paying attention to you.

You mumbled your name to him and tried desperately hard not to imagine yourself wrapped up in Remus’s arms. Or tucked away asleep in his bed, kissing him or dancing with him in your living room. With alcohol still flowing in your system, you decided now was the perfect time to make another move. “Meant what I said about you before, by the way. You are- indescribable.” you stated, staring up at him once again.

“Yeah? Glad you think so, you’re also drunk.” he replied, sitting down beside you. His face flushed slightly and you saw, but decided that commenting on it might scare him off.

“Mmmhm, maybe you should give me your number and, and your home address. Then, the next time you’re free so I can show you the prettiest book shop. I’m just assuming you like books, you seem like the smart type. By that I mean you dress like and old man, don’t get me wrong I’m into it, but you do.” you rambled, eyes following him as he moved beside you.

“Really? I’ll give you my number and I do like books. Good assumption?” he chuckled and his hair flopped in front of his eyes. You wanted to eat him, which is an odd statement really, but it was the truth.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you,” you pointed to him as you spoke. “walk me” you continued, pointing at yourself “home.”. Your hand moved into the direction you thought home was and then it struck you. You didn’t have the slightest clue where you were.

“Oh? Right, you’re going to let me walk you to your home?” he taunted, trying desperately hard not to laugh. Disappointed, you frowned at him. “Sorry, ‘course I’ll walk you home, love.” he added, guilt spreading across his chest at the sight of your frown. You smiled; he smiled.

“Okay, so. My friends, kind of, dragged me here. And I don’t know where I am, or how to get home. So what if you walked me to your home? you offered, grinning over to him sheepishly. You felt a little guilty, dropping that on Remus all at once. But, you’d leap at the chance to spend anymore time with this man. Wanting to get to know him inside and out, you were desperate to continue talking to him.

“This you making a move on me?” he said, smirking once again. “You can come back to mine, by the way. Might as well go now, can’t see this party getting any better.” he added, standing up. Offering out his hand to help you stand, Remus gave you a half smile and you were sure you could’ve died in that moment. Taking his hand, you stumbled into his chest. ‘Typical’ you thought to yourself as you frowned at the cliche of the situation.

“Sorry. I want cookies, do you have cookies at yours?” you said, gripping his hand tightly as you walked. He smirked down at you, laughing slightly. Remus couldn’t quite believe his luck. Not only were you absolutely breathtaking, you were also quite infatuated with Remus. The situation ensuing was one he was sure he could get very used to.

The walk back to Remus’s apartment was filled with conversations of interests: music, books, films and hobbies. Hand in hand, the two of you discovered you had a lot more in common than expected. Even despite your contrasting opinions on certain topics. (Cough star wars cough). Remus fumbled slightly with the key before unlocking the door to his apartment holding it open so you could walk in.

“It smells of you.” you stated, looking around at the warm hues which flooded the room. You moved into the lounge; you thought it was the cosiest room you’d ever seen. It screamed Remus. One couch and an arm chair, different pieces of furniture picked up from the side of the street and charity shops. Small coffee tables, shelves and a TV tucked into the corner all built up the atmosphere.

“Funnily enough, it’s where I live.” he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. His hand gently pressed against the small of your back, ushering you out of the living room’s doorway. He gently gripped your waist as he moved past you and into the kitchen. “Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?” he offered, looking over the breakfast bar at you. Currently, you were glazing your fingers across the spines of books stored on a shelf in the lounge.

“Hot chocolate please.” you mumbled in response, picking out ‘The picture of Dorian Gray’. “This is a bit beaten up.” you commented, giggling lightly as you flipped it over in your hands.

“Dorian’s had a lot of love, what can I say.” he said, smiling over at you as he pulled the mugs down from the cupboard. Then, he filled and began boiling the kettle - a very mundane task. You quickly put the book back and began admiring the rest of his collection. Carefully, you read the blurbs of books you didn’t recognise You tried to ignore the feeling of Remus’s you following you. Truthfully, he was admiring you and wondering how Sirius of all people had been the reason you met. You didn’t seem like the type for Sirius at all, which sort of explains why you were in his apartment now. He needed to ask you out and soon, Remus told himself. Maybe it was all in the wrong order, but he didn’t care. He was in fact just as desperate to get to know you as you were for him.

[sweetnnaivete]

thank god james has a bunch of music-loving friends because otherwise his music taste would be such ass