matterofthemoon

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How to tame your inner werewolf 2.0

Wolfstar. Explicit. 5.4 k. Chapters: 2/2

Life is complicated when you're a werewolf living among humans. Remus, a gardener, is a testament to how dedicated one must be to control their inner beast and keep everyone safe (including their cats). Thanks to the strict guidelines he has set for himself, he has everything under control. Until... Until the infuriatingly dashing nephew of one of his clients comes along and wreaks havoc on his peaceful life as a well-tended dark creature. That's the summary of this story. Or is it?

Put your stain on me

Wolfstar. Explicit. 31.4 k. Chapters: 11/11

For Moony's Midlife Crisis Fest 2025

Remus is a tattoo artist. A depressed and lonely Sirius discovers his studio and decides to get a tattoo as a symbol of reclaiming his life post-war. He also discovers he likes being touched by the unconventional and mysterious tattoo artist very much. Alas, things are a bit complicated on both sides… --------- “I really wanted to apologise for the confusion,” Sirius muttered. He couldn't stop staring at the man and the way his eyes half-closed every time he took another bite of the pastry, only to open again to reveal the two coloured eyes, the dark and the amber. One seemed to reflect hunger. The other sparkled with mischief. Sirius tried to regain his ability to carry on a civilised conversation: “And I, uh…” Great, now he was stuttering. “I also wanted to know more about what you do?” "Is that so?" The man looked at him with a questioning look, waiting for him to continue. Truly, Sirius didn't really want to pursue it. But the man's glaze was open and friendly, and he was waiting patiently for him to explain further, so he sighed and added, “I do have one tattoo I'd rather not have anymore, but I can't remove it.” He looked down at the floor before adding in a whisper, "I hate it."

I see you

Wolfstar. Explicit. WIP on AO3. Sequel for Put your stain on me.

Remus has been abandoned by Sirius after a one night-stand and months of pining on Remus's half. No explanation, nothing. Remus is not doing well... Or what happens next when a wizard has fallen hard for a muggle!

Dr Black, magical beast healer

Wolfstar. Explicit. 29,9 k words. AO3. Chapters: 11/11.

Written for padfoot fest 2025. Prompt from @magicbeings

Magic AU. Very fluffy. Magic crafting. Magical beast nerdiness. Very unequivocal happy ending! Sirius, almost 40 years old, is a well-established magical beast healer, with a wealthy clientele of magical pet owners. His life is well-adjusted - or boring, as some might say. One day, a peculiar client starts bringing him case after case of magical beings from the forest. The out-of-the-norm cases are now occupying a lot of Sirius's thoughts - or is it rather the lanky wizard in a forest cardigan?

Here Comes Father Christmas 🎄

Wolfstar. Explicit. 9,8 k words. AO3. Chapter: 1/1. Winter fic exchange. Old friends to lovers, fluff and smut!

At past 40, Remus is ashamed to have to accept ridiculous side hustles, such as posing as Father Christmas in a mall on the days before Christmas. It gets even more embarrassing when one of his best friends, Sirius, comes to visit during the event. Things can't get any more humiliating after that, right? Or... can they?  Or Remus and Sirius get stuck in a room overnight on the 23rd of December, and awkward secrets (and more) are finally spilled. 

a long way home 🪐

Wolfstar. Explicit. 19.4 k words. Chapters: 8/8

Written or @marauders-sci-fi-month 2026 Wolfstar in space, Sci-Fi AU with magic, Futuristic wizards!

After a Meet-Ugly in an intergalactic trading place on the Mayall Central planet, which leads them to a hasty escape, two humans end up fleeing in the same dysfunctional spaceship. One comes from Earth, the other from a long-time dissident colony from Earth, Orion84. They are supposed to be hateful enemies. Yet who knows how things can change once you're forced to learn about each other, in a tiny ship with only one bed?

making a home 🌏

Wolfstar. Explicit. 8.7 k words. Chapters: 4/4

Sequel of a long way home, with four moments of Sirius on Earth (one week, one month, two months, and one year after he arrived).

💫 Collaborations 💫

perfect match

Wolfstar. Explicit? Not completed yet! So far 2,6 k words. Little fun round robin with @goldenprophetwrites @marigold-hills @magicbeings @tealeavesandtrash

I see you

A little snippet of a scene in Chapter 2 of my WIP I see you, very freshly posted on AO3 ;)

It could be a bit of a spoiler, so I put a hidding space for the most spoiling part...

(it's definitively a spoiler for Put a stain on me, as this is a sequel fic).

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The phone barely rings at Remus's place.

It's not like he has anyone to call him. He mainly has a phone to make a call, if he needs to. Not to get calls.

Who would? His family is gone, his friends are long lost behind his years in prison and his years in hiding from the men that are still hunting him. He couldn't afford to reach out to his childhood friends. And anyway, who would want to still be his friend, after all that?

And as for the new connections he has made since re-establishing his life after prison, he is merely that: a connection. Nothing to spend a phone call on.

Nevertheless, the phone is currently ringing, and after a moment's hesitation, Remus finally goes to pick it up.

"John Howell," he says.

"Oh, hi, hello," a lady answers, hesitantly. "I was hoping I could speak with Remus Lupin, in fact."

Remus shivers. No one should know he lives here.

"I'm afraid it's a wrong number, Ma'am," he answers coldly.

Remus wakes up to the cold on his skin and a pounding headache. It takes him a bit of time to remember why he's on his couch, too. As conscience comes back to him, so does shame, for having imposed this level of intoxication on his body through uncontrolled drinking, the night before. Thankfully, the feeling quickly morphs into gratitude, excitement and hope, at the thought of Sirius having saved him from his down spiralling.

He hums softly to himself, remembering the quiet moments together, and those heated ones, and how good it has felt to finally kiss Sirius, have him in his arms, give him pleasure. How good it has felt to finally come clean to him. To share the truth, and to open up. He's still incredulous at Sirius's kind acceptance of his past. Amazed that he still wanted him, after he said it all out.

Just there, in the corner, lurks the little voice in his head. It's too good to be true. You don't deserve happiness. You're certainly not worthy of acceptance. Not after all the wrongs you've done.

The headache doesn't leave him alone. He stands up to get a glass of water and to find out where Sirius is.

That's when the creepy feeling carves its way inside of him, as he slowly steps toward the sink. Because now that he's fully awake, the house is eerily silent. It's obvious that there is only one heartbeat warming it up. His own heartbeat, getting louder and more painful as the realisation comes to him: Sirius is gone.

Sirius is gone. Of course. What else was he even hoping for? He has been incredibly kind, kind enough, to pull him out of the dumper and offer him a pity sex. Remus may have thought it was more, at the time. May have thought there was some kind of connection between them. But deep down, Remus has known from their first encounter that the man was way out of his league. A one-night stand is more than anything Remus could hope for, more than he has ever deserved.

Sirius is gone.

And yet.

There really were moments with a deeper meaning, weren't there? Was all this trustful soul sharing only one-sided?

While he struggles to make himself a tea, disheartened as he is, Remus plays back the events from the night before. He thinks he remembers most of it, starting with their arrival at his house, when his memories emerge from the alcohol haze. Those first hours together last night are still a bit blurry in his mind, but he remembers the soul-healing moment when he realized that Sirius cared for him. Or, at least, that's what he felt, back then.

He remembers that morning more clearly. Confessing having been gone for Sirius since their first encounter. The sweet endearment he has been using to call him, in his head, and out loud this morning. Shit, he really imposed his feelings on him, didn't he? No wonder Sirius got scared. Who wouldn't, when you hook up with a guy just to help him out, and he almost confesses his undying love for you, after only a handful of hours and an awkward (wonderful, magical) dry humping on a couch?

Of course, Sirius is gone.

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This is snippet of Chapter 1 of I see you, a sequel of Put your stain on me!

If things keep on going well, it will be a Remus POV, starting just after Sirius left him...

I'm just getting into it (800 words so far!) so I'll be writing a bit more before I start publishing on ao3 and sharing here. Just to be a bit more certain of the way it will take...

I can't believe I'm here! 😵🥳

Thank you to the persons who got me into writing mode - it's wonderful! 🙃

Thank you for the persons who left the + 700 kudos on these fics. I'm most most grateful to the ones who took time to comment. 💜 Comments really act like fuel for the writer!! 🤗

Thank you to the Goddess of creativity who blessed me with some ideas and some words to express them 🙌. It's life-changing... I shall worship thee and ao3 the next every day of my life! 🙂‍↕️

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a long way home is complete!

Wolfstar. Explicit. 19,342 words.

Chapter 7 is out!

Wolfstar. Explicit. Almost complete!

Snippet:

When finally Remus calls him out of his troubled rest, the Earth floats, a singular blue bubble, in front of them. Sirius can't take his eyes out of it, glued to the ship's space-windshield.

"What do you think?" Remus says softly, grabbing his hand and holding it between his.

"It's… breathtaking…" Sirius murmurs reverently.

It moves something deep in him. Like an ancient memory. As if a thread had been linking him to this place, all his life. Home.

How can he feel so deeply nostalgic and homesick of a place where he's never been? Seeing Earth is heartbreaking, in a biter sweet way. Like finally finding what you've been yearning so much, after a long, long journey. Somehow, ironically, now he better understands the will of the Lord to bring back the Orionians to their original planet. Back home.

Remus kisses his knuckles softly, unaware of Sirius's dark thoughts. Unaware of Sirius's dark soul. And suddenly Sirius can't stand his tenderness anymore.

Pulling his hand away with a bit too much force, still staring at the Earth, his voice sounds ice cold even to his own ears when he asks: "Why did you bring me here, Remus?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Remus says, and Sirius hears the tranquil smile in his voice, even without looking at him. It's like fuel for his anger.

"Because I could be a spy, for all that you know!" Sirius bites back, almost shouting.

Chapter 6 is out!

And with it, the Explicit rating :) # intergalactic smut

Sirius can't sleep. And it should be because of the crucial geostrategic implications for Orion84 of what he's just learned. Or it could be because of his naive fascination for other worlds, other beings. But really, the cause of his sleepless state is none of those. And Sirius can't put his finger on what it is - only that it seems related to Remus himself, for his mind keeps on shouting at him images of the man, leaving him in no peace to sleep. There is some kind of want in his core, and it can't be thirst, nor hunger, because they just had a proper break. And it's different but alike at the same time, because it feels like a physical need. Like an urgency in his body. As he turns again for a million times, Remus catches him in his arms. "Hey. What's the matter, Love? Can't find sleep?" "No, I can't!" Sirius answers, wincing at how whiny he sounds. "You usually fall asleep quite rapidly. Any idea what may be troubling you?" "No. I don't understand." Sirius sighs. "I'm exhausted but my body feels as if there was a rapid current speeding through it, relentlessly." "Uh." Remus pauses, thoughtful. "And are there any images coming to your mind, along this relentless current?" Remus inquires. Sirius blushes. Tries to avoid Remus's gaze - pointlessly, as he seems fully concentrated on his face and not about to look anywhere else. Reluctantly he finally murmurs: "You. Teaching, there. In the memory." "Yeah, what about it?" Remus seems as puzzled as he is. "That's the images that are imprinting my mind," Sirius mumbles, almost inaudibly. Remus's hearing must be excellent though, because there is a small smile growing on his face, and his eyes spark with joy and something else Sirius can't place. "I see," Remus says, knowingly. This is infuriating. How can he know what this urge is, when Sirius doesn't? "Well, would you mind sharing with the class what's wrong with me, then?" Sirius almost bites, frustration threatening to take him over. "Nothing's wrong with you, Sirius," Remus calmly states. "You're just horny, Love."

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you for the tag @tealeavesandtrash ❤️

I still have my first ideas of fics in an old google docs:

a forest

a tower

the Moon

On Ellipsus (much much better and decreases my anxiety of opening a wip by mistake in front of my colleagues, as I don't use it for work...):

Let's not put our names on a piece of parchment

Sci-Fi Wolfstar

Padfoot fest not claimed - werewolf investigator Sirius

On a note app on my phone because I was sick in bed when I got ✨ideas✨:

more inner werewolf