Remus Lupin Wannabe

Hi, I am Emma, a 20 years old Italian girl who loves to live in delusion.

I have two babies: my ginger cat Romeo and my big black scary dog Zac, who I love with my whole heart.

The brainrot never ends, I am always crying over someone (mostly dead gay wizards or dragons)

I also like to write little things, mostly microfics and one shots, and my ask box is alway open to everybody!

I would also like to write for other ships and fandom, like HTTYD or Steven Universe or many others.

Masterlist!!

Marauders Masterlist:

Wolfstar

Black brothers

Moonwater

I gotta say I really liked them, they were finally FUNNY! Percy was actually sassy and smug, loved it!

I didn’t quite like how they managed the whole Luke poisoning Talia’s tree thing, where they just look at hom and basically do nothing, but it’s alright.

Prologue

In the Hogwarts castle there are many secrets: rooms would appear and disappear, stairs would lead to apparently nowhere, monsters were said to be hidden in secret chambers, mysterious tunnels, secret passages and much more. 

One of these secret rooms, in a secluded corner up the fourth staircase from the left, in the seventh floor, behind a tapestry, through a narrow tunnel, would host a magical recording station, perfect for four boys who were strongly opinionated, loud, and with too much time on their hands. 

That’s the story of how the Marauders’ Podcast was born, a Podcast that would force everyone to listen to it (literally, the boys had charmed all of the magical radios in Hogwarts to syntonize to it). 

So, since you literally cannot stop listening to it, go grab a hot chocolate, a nice blanket, and brace yourself for the ride. It’s gonna be messy.

@moonwater-microfic December 8th -342 words

“You know, I think we should find a different place for our meetings.”

Remus looked at Regulus while blowing warm air on their conjoined hands, trying to warm them.

“Why, Lupin, is the Forbidden Forest not of your liking?” 

Regulus said rolling his eyes, but he accepted the contact nonetheless (Remus considered the fact that he was allowed to hold his hands his biggest victory)

“Not that I don’t find it romantic, but darling, it’s freezing out here.” 

“Well, since somebody decided to become friends with my estranged brother, I don’t want to take the risk of him seeing us. Therefore, we’re in the forest.” 

Remus just looked at him fondly, and Regulus averted his gaze, focusing on their hands instead.

“Regulus, you do know that Sirius is not the monster you think he is, right?” 

“Remus, don’t. I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to confront him, yet. I just… want to enjoy this. You. I want to be free of him, and his shadow, for another bit.” 

Remus knew what he was talking about. They actually talked about it a couple of times when they started seeing each other: Sirius was a big deal breaker for Regulus, and it took him a long time to accept to start seeing Remus, because he was afraid of the reaction his brother might have had. Every time they spoke about it, Regulus ended up closing on himself, not wanting to disclose too much of what he really felt, and trying to push Remus away. 

Unfortunately for him, five years spent with the Marauders (and a nice motivational speech made by James and Lily), made him into a very stubborn young man, so they were still seeing each other. 

“I know, love. I will never push you to tell him before you are ready, I told you: you set the pace. I just want you to think about it, alright?” 

@wolfstarmicrofic December 17th -543 words

C.W: suggestive content, mentions of nudity

Sirius’ day had been awful, to say the least. First: he had woken up late, so he had to skip breakfast to get to the Cursebreaker facility on time. Then, the day’s job had ended with a conspicuous amount of weird green gooish stuff all over him and his colleagues. He had to change clothes back at the facility, but he forgot to bring a spare shirt, so he was still covered in that disgusting thing. Then somebody had decided that competence was something too hard to have, and caused a storm in his office, ruining his report, forcing him to do it again. Finally, to top it all off, he forgot to tell Remus to not put up the anti-apparition wards that afternoon, since he didn’t take his bike to work, and he had to go home using the Miggle public transport, which, if you’ve ever been to London, on a Monday, at 5pm, you’ll understand why it soured Sirius’ mood even more. 

So there he was: at 6pm, still covered in green goo (that was now starting to smell too), in front of his door, realising that he forgot his keys. 

Luckily the anti-alohomora spell was not on, so Sirius could still get into the apartment, where his mood immediately picked up. 

His boyfriend was waiting for him, with a plate of freshly baked brownies on their living room table, a cup of his favourite tea and his beautiful body covered only by a white apron adorned with the sentence “Kiss the cook” on the front. 

A shiver passed down Sirius’ spine at the sight. 

“Well, good afternoon, beautiful” 

Sirius was so incredibly grateful. He thanked Merlin, Morgana and even some Muggle deities, for good measure, for the gift that was Remus Lupin. 

Remus Lupin who was now coming towards him, a naughty glint in his eyes, ready to wrap himself around his very awaiting boyfriend. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Sirius yelled, flashing his hands in front of him to keep Remus at distance.

“Ouch. I didn’t think I was that hideous, Love” 

Remus answered, the clear sarcasm hiding some real concern (Sirius would have never, NEVER turned down a propositioning Remus in his right mind.)

“Remus, Moony, love of my life. I love you, and I really, really want to jump your bones right now, but I am covered in weird, green, smelly goo that I have no idea what it is. So please, for the love of Merlin, stay away from me. Give me like- five minutes and please, PLEASE don’t cover yourself up.” 

Remus chuckled, amused by the funny situation. 

“Actually, since this is the situation, I guess I could cover myself less, and join you in the shower. How about that?” 

Sirius didn’t know who else to thank for this blessing that was his boyfriend, so he just thanked him. 

“Yes. Please, thank you. I would like that. Very much.” 

“Well, let’s go then.” 

With a salacious wink, a Sirius wink you could say, Remus turned his back at his boyfriend, slowly undoing the knot that was keeping up his apron, giving Sirius a perfect view of his bum. 

“Well? Are you coming, love?” 

@wolfstarmicrofic December 16th -775 words

Remus was slowly waking up. The familiar ache in his joints was duller today, but still present. The moon hadn’t been bad at all, he didn’t feel excruciating pain anywhere in his body, he felt like none of his bones broke and didn’t register any open wounds. Overall, a nice moon. 

The strange thing about that morning was the warm, plushy and furry cushion his head was on. It was so comfortable, Remus didn’t open his eyes, he just snaked his hand through all that good smelling fur, snuggling his face in it as well. 

Around him he could hear some muffled giggles, and he furrowed his brows, but still didn’t feel like opening his eyes: he was too comfortable. 

Then, something wet was lapping at his face, and he opened his eyes just to stare into Padfoot’s big black snout.

“Ew, Padfoot, why would you do that? That’s disgusting!”

Finally he registered where he was: the Shrieking Shack was enlightened by the first sunrays, and he was snuggled up on Padfoot’s gigantic form, using him as a pillow on the floor. His body was covered by a heavy blanket, and Prongs and Wormtail were looking at him from the bed. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty! How are you feeling?” 

James was energetic as always, but Remus noticed that he stifled his enthusiasm for his sake, he mentally thanked him. “I’m fine, nothing broken and no open wounds, so…” 

He was still petting Padfoot, who hadn’t transformed back, choosing to accept the cuddles given by his boyfriend. 

“Sorry you had to sleep on the floor, mate. We tried to get you on the bed, but… hum…” 

Wormtail was trailing off, and decidedly not looking at him in the eyes. 

“What? What did I do? Did I hurt any of you?” 

Remus was starting to get paranoid, but James calmed him.

“None of that, Moony, calm down. You just didn’t want to leave Padfoot’s side, that’s all. When you transformed back, we put a blanket on you and let you sleep for a bit.” Prongs’ grin never left his face, and Remus felt like there was something they were not telling him.

He looked at his boyfriend, who responded with a friendly bark and a lick on the tip of Remus’ nose, before turning back into Sirius and enveloping him in a hug.

“Good morning, darling. Merlin, it’s bloody cold in here! How did you make it all these past winters without us to keep you warm?” 

Remus just shrugged, ignoring the snicker coming from the bed behind him. What the hell were they not telling him?

“I managed.”

 “Well, lads, me and Wormy are off. We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone, so that Remus can have some privacy. Speaking of: you might wanna pick that blanket up, mate.” 

Remus scrambled to pick his blanket up and cover himself better, he hadn’t noticed it slipping off that much, while James and Peter fled from the shack, still bloody laughing. 

“Ok. What happened? Why are they laughing like maniacs?” 

Moony asked his boyfriend, who was passing him his clean clothes that he placed in a drawer the night prior. 

“Ah, that. It’s nothing, don’t worry. Moony was just a bit… affectionate, last night.”

Remus picked up what Sirius was implying, and felt the urge to bury himself. Instead, he just buried his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassment.

“Oh Merlin, please tell me I didn’t.” 

Sirius laughed at his boyfriend, and just hugged him, forgetting the clothes for a moment. 

“It’s nothing, Moony. I found ìt quite flattering, actually. Even in wolf shape, you still can’t resist my charm. It’s admirable, truly.” 

“Fuck off.” 

Sirius barked a laugh and just started leaving kisses all over Remus’ face, trying to cheer him up. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t kill yourself over it. Dress up instead, you’re gonna get frostbites in this bloody cold.” 

Remus shoved him away, still too embarrassed, and started dressing up (he was actually very cold). Once he was done, he laid down on the bed, and Sirius joined him. Remus would have had to wait for Madame Pomfrey to come fetch him. 

“Sirius, you should go, Madame Pomfrey will be here any minute now.” 

“I’ll just turn into Padfoot, she’ll figure a big black dog broke inside this morning, don’t worry about it.” 

“Mh, if you say so…” 

@wolfstarmicrofic December 15th -319 words

Sirius loved the snow. It was one of those childish things that all of us have. Whenever he saw the smallest snowflake, he would start smiling wide-eyed, laughing like a maniac, giddy to just go out and enjoy the snow. 

It didn’t matter if it was a blizzard or one of those rainy snows that you get in central London, those that don’t stick and make the road muddy and slippery. Sirius loved it.

He would wrap himself up in his warmest clothes and run outside to build a snow fort, make snow angels and start throwing snowballs at everyone, laughing like a child every single time.

Remus thought it was because it reminded him of their winters at Hogwarts, when he was finally free to play like a normal kid, far from his family’s rules, but he found it adorable nonetheless. 

Although he liked the snow, Remus preferred to watch it from his warm spot in front of the fireplace, while drinking hot cocoa and reading a nice book. 

Sadly his boyfriend didn’t really like Moony’s plans, so every single time it snowed, Sirius would start throwing snowballs at their window, until Remus finally opened it, to see a jumping Sirius calling him down to play. 

Every time he would say no and go back inside, and every time he would find himself dragged down by Sirius, James, Peter and Lily, to be then forced into a snowball fight. 

Every time he would lose (Sirius and James were masters at the snowball spell, and they always teamed up), and get back inside cold, wet and smiley. 

Every single time Sirius would draw a bath for the both of them, asking Remus if he had fun, and every time Remus would kiss him and say that “Yes, I had a lot of fun.” Just to watch his boyfriend’s eyes sparkle with joy. 

Every single time. He loved nothing more.

@wolfstarmicrofic December 14th -227 words angst

A single flake posed on the tip of Remus’ nose. He was cold, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t ready to go yet. It was Christmas, and he sat alone. 

“Huh, it’s snowing, love.” 

But he received no answer. After all, a gravestone could not speak. 

“You would have loved to run around as Padfoot, coming home and leaving muddy paw prints all over the floor. And I would have gotten mad, but then you would have looked at me with your stupid dog face, and I would have let that go. Again. I never stood a chance with you, huh?” 

A sob broke free from his throat at the memory. The snow was now getting stronger, but Remus didn’t care, he couldn’t go yet. He couldn’t walk away from his husband. He turned his ring on his finger, the matching one three meters underground, right under where he was sitting. 

“I would give everything in the world to see those muddy pawprints on our floor, just one more time.” 

He started crying, like every time. Time passed, the war ended, but the pain in his chest never dulled. 

“I’ll sit here for a while more, love.”

He sat there, back on his lover’s grave, trying to feel his presence as if he was there with him, staring at the sky.

“I’ll let some time pass.”

@wolfstarmicrofic December 13th -189 words

The recipe was extremely easy: 

One spoonful of flour,

One spoonful of cocoa powder,

One spoonful of Sugar,

A pinch of cinnamon (If you infuse the stick it tastes better),

Fill with milk, 

Stir until it boils,

Top with whipped cream.

This is the recipe of the Hot Chocolate that Hope Lupin made every year for his son. This is the recipe that always puts a smile on her son’s lips on his gloomiest days. This is the recipe that saw him grow and turn into a young man that Hope was proud of. 

But that day the recipe changed, because now she had to make a double dose, because her son had brought home a stunning young man, who looked at Remus like he hung the Moon. 

And as she brought two steaming hot cups of hot chocolate over to the two boys, for the first time in her life she didn’t see a change of expression on her son’s face, because he was holding such a love sick expression, while looking at Sirius Black, that not even her best made Hot Chocolate could have made it falter.

@wolfstarmicrofic December 12th -631 words

“Sirius, don’t you think this is a little… too much?” 

Remus was looking at the gigantic pile of presents placed under their Christmas tree.

“What do you mean, Moony?” 

“Love, there’s at least 32 presents under that tree, it’s only the 12th of December. We don’t even hang with 32 people.”

“Oh, I know. Those are for you actually. The other’s presents are in the garage. I don’t want James to snoop.” 

Remus choked on his hot cocoa.

“For- For me?” 

“Yeah, something wrong?” 

“Sirius, it’s- it’s so many! I- I can’t accept all of this!” 

“Remus, it is the time of giving after all.” 

“Yeah, of giving! Not “spending all your inheritance on your chronically ill boyfriend”!”

“Remus… We’ve been living together for almost a year, known each other for two. I think you should have come to know me pretty well by now.” 

Remus still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was too much for him, he did not deserve all of this, and he could not afford to give Sirius anything that got remotely close to the amount of money he spent on those presents. 

“Sirius, I can’t accept all of these. I can’t give you something of the same value, and I am definitely not worth all the money that you spent.” “Remus.” Sirius interrupted his boyfriend.

“I know how much you are worth, I know how much you mean to me. Even if you cannot see it yourself. My family has earned this money in illicit ways, and it is now mine to do as I please. The amount I spent is not even a dent in what I have to my name, and if I want to spend this money doting on my amazing boyfriend, I can. I know you’re not used to being taken care of, but please, Remus, I just want to take care of you. I want to dote on you and see you happy and satisfied, full of things you don’t even need, but that you like. Let me spoil you, let me give you all the things that you deserve in life. I have the power to make you live comfortably for the rest of your life without even having a big impact on my bank account. I am begging you, Remus, let me do this for you, you deserve it.” 

Remus didn’t really know how to respond. He had never considered that one day his life could have just been easy, that he would have had someone taking care of him just because he wanted to. He could feel tears collecting at the corner of his eyes. 

“I just… I-” 

“Remus Lupin. Dare to say that you don’t want to be a wight, and that you feel like you're taking advantage of me and I swear to God I will take you clothes shopping at Harrods.” 

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry! Jeez, you really know how to shut me up, huh?” 

“That’s my job as your boyfriend. I spoil you, kiss you, and shut you up when you are about to say stuping things.” 

“Mhh, and what is my job then?” 

Remus had an amused glint in his eyes, and he got closer to Sirius, who was standing with his arms crossed.

“Easy: you look pretty, say smart things, and make my family turn in their graves.” 

Sirius said matter of factly, counting on his fingers.

“Oh, so I’m just a means to disturb your family’s eternal rest, then?” 

“Nah, you’re also a nice bum.”

With a wink and a light spank on Remus’s arse, Sirius turned away and wore his coat. 

“Oh, and by the way, the rest of the presents should arrive in the next two weeks, so we should make some space under the tree.”