Remus Lupin always wears sweaters, be it winter or summer, anything that’s loose and comfy and full sleeves. Everyone thinks its because he’s old-school, with a librarian aesthetic of whatever, his friends think it’s to cover up his scars. They’re all wrong. Because Remus prefect grade a Lupin, has a shit ton of tattoos. And they’re dark as fuck too. Snakes and skulls and rock bands and moons and wolves and tarot. It’s hot. He doesn’t hide it because he’s embarrassed, god knows nothing can embarrass him, but I guess there’s some sadistic pleasure in having everyone think you’re naïve and innocent and some shit, only to watch the surprise when they realize you’re not. So obviously Lupin intends for them to find out one day, why not today. It’s seventh year, autumn is in full swing, they’re having a party in the Gryffindor common room, and while at one point there were loads of people partying, now it’s only their close friends sitting in a circle playing never have I ever.
“Never have I ever worn an unwashed uniform.” Says Lily.
Everyone else takes a swig.
“All of you? You guys are filthy!” she feigns distress.
It’s Marlene’s turn next, “never have I ever gotten a tattoo.”
James and Sirius down the rest of their drinks – which are really almost empty at this point – and proceed to show off their matching tattoos of a paw and antlers on their upper arm, all the while Remus takes a long sip, making eye contact with Marlene. She gasps.
“Remus Lupin do you have a tattoo?” She loudly exclaims.
Everyone turns towards him, curious and surprised. He nods. Sounds of shock similar to the one Marlene made are heard, along with questions such as when did you get one, who knows, and show us.
“I got my first one at the end of 5th year –”
“your first?”
More sounds of surprise before the clamer dissolves into a single question, show us.
He huffs, rolls his eyes, takes off his sweater vest and button up, before looking each of them in the eye. It’s met with a stunned silence, and he quietly memorizes the looks on their faces, trying not to laugh and/or smile, instead raising a challenging eyebrow.
“Shit” someone says, and they realize for the first time that Remus is much more interesting than he seems. Even his scars look rugged, and suddenly Sirius is not the punk one in the group. In fact Sirius is hot and bothered and while he already knew he was gay, he never saw his friends that way but now all he can think about is Remus and his tattoos and how hot he looks with the light from the fireplace flickering over his face and admittedly chiselled chest.
That’s how everyone finds out Remus has tattoos, and Sirius realizes that he may or may not be attracted to his best friend.