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bimoonphases · 1 month

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 30 – prompt 30: Calming Draught – word count 642

Calming Draught - Calms the user of shock, trauma etc

Remus was late. Whenever he went to St Mungo’s he tried to make it home before dinner, but this time he had been caught up with Mary in a very complex healing potion. They had gotten it wrong a bunch of times and had ended up crying in frustration, missing Lily and her mastery of potions even more than usual. When he finally walked in the house it took him one look to see it was bad.

All of Harry’s toys were scattered around the living room and in the middle of it all Sirius was holding the screaming two-year old in his arms, trying to calm him down, himself looking on the verge of tears.

“What happened?” Remus asked, putting his bag on the carpet.

“The neighbours had a birthday party with fireworks,” Sirius said through gritted teeth, carefully bouncing Harry up and down with the only result of making him scream even more. “One of the fireworks was green.”

Remus nodded and got closer, carefully taking the little boy from Sirius’s arms. Green lights made Harry mad with terror, and it took a really long time to calm him down. The first time it had happened had been with the fireworks on the fifth of November, literally a couple of days after they had taken him in. Exhausted with grief and the responsibility of now having to raise their best friends’ son they had taken an embarrassingly long time to realise it wasn’t the fireworks to frighten him so much, but the green light. Somewhere, deep into Harry’s brain, he connected it with the light Avada Kedavra made when used, the same light which had robbed him of both his parents.

“It’s alright Bambi,” Remus said soothingly. “Nothing will hurt you now, I promise.”

Harry’s screaming turned to sobbing and he buried his face in Remus’s jumper.

“Cry all you want,” Remus whispered. “We’re here for you.”

After a while, the sobs stopped and Remus looked under the wild mane of hair that looked so much like James’s to see Harry had fallen asleep, exhausted. He carefully placed him in the day bed by the fireplace while Sirius collapsed on the sofa.

“You’re so much better at it than me, Moony,” he whispered as Remus sat by his side.

“It’s not true,” Remus passed an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “We’re both learning.”

“I couldn’t calm him down,” Sirius said slowly. “He was screaming so much and I couldn’t do anything, I just wanted to scream with him. It’s so unfair to him, Moony. Prongs and Lily were made to be parents and we… We don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” Remus sighed.

“It’s ridiculous, I… I don’t even know what loving parents look like!” Sirius was now half-laughing half-crying, practically in hysterics. “We’re going to fuck him up, Moony, we’ll be like my own parents!”

“Sssh, my love,” Remus quietly kissed Sirius’s temple. “You’re exhausted.”

“I am,” Sirius sobbed. “I always am, and then I think about them not being happy with what I’m doing with Bambi, and… Maybe Lily wishes her sister had gotten him instead.”

“That’s how I know you’re rambling, Padfoot,” Remus chuckled. He shifted to pass a hand through Sirius’s hair and look him in the eye. “If there’s somewhere from where they’re watching us, I know Lily knows we’re doing our best. And Prongs is probably still laughing at the time we had the brilliant idea of leaving Harry alone for five seconds with a barrel of paint.”

Sirius chuckled.

“All those handprints on the corridor wall… He truly is a Marauder’s son,” he said.

“We’re trying and it’s going to be fine,” Remus smiled. “We’ll manage it, together. Alright?”

“Alright, Moony,” Sirius nodded.

“Good. Now, I think you could do with a drop or two of Calming Draught before bed, don’t you?”

#Sirius and Remus calling Harry Bambi is one of my weaknesses #also Sirius thinking he's not good enough because he didn't have loving parents my heart #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #mary macdonald #post war wolfstar #the marauders #the marauders era #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

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littleliterarylesbian · 2 months

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spy x family jegulus au thoughtsssss

James being a spy for The Order, Agent Eclipse I think would be a good name, called to be a simple family man to gain info on the terrorist organization called the Death Eaters. One of their highest benefactors has a son enrolled in a highly prodigious school, but is very closed off and doesn't go to many events outside of ones held by the school.

So he finds and adopts Harry, who's a silly little telepath and gets attached too easily to the man that bought him peanuts and has so many fun gadgets to mess around with and he thinks being a spy is so cool he wants to be one to and help his new da save the world.

Regulus works at City Hall for some cover reason, but also works part time for an assassin company that has the front of a bookshop and after one of his missions he has to get his outfit mended, only to run into James, have that classic meet cute that gets immediately crushed by Harry running up, only for it to immediately back in business because Harry is going to have another parent one way or another damnit!!

Peter is like the Franky equivalent. He doesn't want to be here, but he is anyway.

Sirius works for the DE, but only because he's doing what he thinks is best for his brother (they don't have the weird yuri and yor sis-con dynamic, instead Sirius is just super protective over him and is PISSED when he finds out that his brother got eloped to some rando he's never even met????)

Remus is also a spy for The Order, and is usually tasked with James, and when Sirius and he first meet Sirius immediately jumps to the worst conclusions that James is cheating on his brother and it's v much a one sided enemies to lovers. Remus is very confused on why this hot man hates him.

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billsbae · 5 months

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halloween costumes for harry and luna by the marauders and slytherin skittles

reg and pandora: tinkerball and peter pan

james: spider man (of course) and wonder woman

sirius and marlene: ketchup and mustard

lily and remus: winnie the pooh and tigger

mary and peter: jessie and woody (i don't care that toy story wasn't out yet in 80s)

barty and evan: chucky and tiffany

reg and james: minnie mouse and mickey mouse

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stop-ugly · 7 months

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✨HEADCANONS✨

Harry loves his adoptive fathers very much, but he also knows everything about his real parents. There are pictures of Lily and James in every room.

Harry spent his childhood with rock music.

As soon as the next new model of a children's broom appears in stores, Sirius tries to buy it for Harry right away. Remus does not approve of such actions and believes that Sirius spoils his godson.

Quite early, Harry begins to show the character inherited from...... Lily. Sirius pretends to groan that there are two bores in this house now.

Sirius still spends every full moon with Remus, and Harry stays with his aunt Andromeda.

At first, Remus continued to look for work, but he was refused everywhere because of lycanthropy. In the end, Sirius got tired of it, and he forced his husband to stay at home, because, thanks to the inheritance of the Potters and Blacks, they do not need money.

Every Halloween, Remus, Sirius and Harry go to the Potter's grave.

Once wolfstar tried to come to Dursleys. They wanted Harry to meet his cousin. Petunia and Vernon turned out to be homophobic as well as wizard-hating. And Dudley was a spoiled bully. Harry didn't want to go back to that house.

In this universe, Harry does not try to hide his scar, because Sirius diligently teaches his husband and son that you should never be ashamed of yourself.

One day, Harry tells Remus and Sirius that he would like to have a brother or sister. And before Remus can start a Conversation™, Sirius interrupts him: "Harry, you may not have noticed, but we're gay."

Harry is a Gryffindor.

Remus had instilled in Harry a love of reading.

Harry feels comfortable in both the magical and muggle worlds.

In fact, Harry's character remains the same, but, thanks to supportive parents, he does not have that low self-esteem, hero syndrome and a huge sense of duty to the magical world. And he is no longer so easy to manipulate.

He also wants to become an animagus, but Remus insists that Sirius can only begin training Harry when he is at least 14 years old.

Harry is still great at Quidditch, but now he doesn't end up in the hospital wing after every match.

Harry has detentions much more often than in the canon, thanks to the love of pranks and adventures inherited from Sirius.

And yeah, in this universe, he's much more in touch with the Weasley twins. Although his best friends are still Hermione and Ron.

Harry is VERY cheeky.

Severus hates Harry even more than in the canon because of the character traits of Remus and Sirius. It's mutual.

Do you know what Hogwarts lacks? THE PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCES.

I can see Severus scolding Harry in front of all the other parents, and Sirius is instantly furious and expresses doubt about the potion master, who can't make himself a shampoo.

Sirius thinks there's no point in coming up with new jokes when the old is still gold. AND HE'S SERIOUS.

One day after a parent-teacher conference Lucius is very rude about Sirius and Remus ' relationship. Narcissa leads her husband away, giving Wolfstar an apologetic look. Sirius is not offended, but he comes to the next conference in a rainbow-colored robe.

Remus was wearing a bisexual badge.

Dumbledore liked it.

Lucius sat red-faced throughout the conference, and as soon as it was over, he apparated away. Narcissa just laughed and suggested that her brother should have dinner together sometime.

When Hermione's passion for protecting the rights of magical creatures wakes up, Harry suddenly becomes interested too and inundates her with questions about possible solutions to the problems of werewolves.

Hermione puts two and two together, and the next time she sees Remus, she notifies him of her guess, and also expresses her full support. Remus was embarrassed but pleased.

When Harry came out to his adoptive parents as a bisexual, Sirius exclaimed happily, raising his hands in the air: "WE'RE GOING TO THE PRIDE!!"

Sirius presents himself as Casanova and the king of flirting, but when Harry needs love advice, he ALWAYS goes to Remus.

When Harry has a crush on Draco, Sirius wonders who exactly he inherited his love for the nasty Slytherins: Lily or James?

There's no way Harry's been cleaning up school shit all these years on his own. No, Harry has fathers, and they won't leave him. Never ever.

#i posted it before but as a reblog of my own art so no one actually saw #so i decided to try again without changing anything #so it's an old text yeah #but i still like it #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #jily #lily evans #james potter #marauders

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maybebabyplease · 1 year

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a little remus and sirius rescue harry from the dursleys for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:

hang out space

Remus and Sirius are frantic when Harry disappears. When they find him, sadness and guilt cut through their relief. He’s curled up in his closet on a pile of pillows and blankets, holding a flashlight and a picture book, his fingers and mouth moving as he reads the words. Harry, startled to see them, tries to hide his book under a pillow.

Remus shoots Sirius a look. Sirius crouches down, puts a hand out like you might for a scared puppy. Harry shrinks away, at first, but after a minute, he puts his tiny hand in Sirius’.

“Come on, Harry,” says Sirius, holding their hands tightly together. “Let’s make a blanket fort, yeah? Moony will help.”

Harry smiles, small, and starts gathering up pillows. The three of them transform Harry’s bedroom into a giant blanket fort, and Remus spells little lights to float throughout.

Harry plops down, tired but happy. “I can play here?” he asks, looking up at Remus.

Remus’ heart squeezes. “Yes, Harry. This is your space.”

Tilting his head, Harry thinks for a minute. “My hang out space?” he asks, worrying at the skin on his thumb.

“All yours,” says Sirius. He sits down next to Harry and wraps an arm around him. “But we’ll stay here with you as long as you like.”

Harry looks up at him, eyes wide. “Forever?”

“Yeah, peanut,” says Remus, messing up Harry’s hair. “All three of us, forever.”

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #wolfstar #cw: reference to past child abuse #blah blah blah sappy sappy sappy #i just wanna see remus as a dad #i feel like he'd be such a fun dad #so kind and understanding!#and harry deserves that #em goes micro

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impishtubist · 1 month

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happy birthday, krabapple <3

Your fics have brought me such joy since the LiveJournal days, so here, I knocked up Remus for you. I hope you have a great rest of your day <3 @lizlemonbennet

(many thanks to the discord for doing a plot spitballing session with me many many moons ago regarding remus getting pregnant and his students being mad about it, y'all are the real mvps. also I hope someone writes the 100K version of this someday.)

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At first, Harry didn’t bat an eye at the owls that swept in periodically throughout breakfast that morning, dropping off letters for Sirius before flying off again. Out of everyone in the household, Sirius got the most correspondence, and it wasn’t unusual for there to be a flurry of owls in their home for the first few hours of the morning.

He did take notice when the pile grew to be twenty letters, and then thirty. Even more noticeable, Sirius wasn’t even opening them.

“Er, Sirius,” he said, after the fortieth owl swept in and then out again. “You didn’t get voted Sexiest Wizard Alive again, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Sirius said, giving him a smile that was only slightly strained. “That contest isn’t until May.”

“Do you have another fan club?” Teddy asked.

“No.”

“Okay,” Harry said, “then why aren’t you opening your mail?”

“I want to enjoy breakfast with my boys!” Sirius said, though the cheer in his voice sounded slightly forced. “It’s your first day home from school. I can read the mail later.”

“Isn’t that Hermione’s handwriting?” Teddy piped up, pointing at a letter near the top of the pile. Before he could stop himself, Harry snatched it up, his Seeker’s reflexes outwitting Sirius’s.

“Dear Lord Black,” he read out loud, fending off Sirius’s attempts to grab the letter with one hand, “I am incredibly disappointed to learn that Professor Lupin will be unable to teach for the rest of the school year--and, most importantly, will be unable to oversee our NEWTs--thanks to your actions, and I hope that you take this into consideration in the future should you decide to procreate again…”

Harry wrinkled his nose and tossed the letter at Sirius. “Gross, Sirius.”

“I didn’t write the letter! Take it up with Hermione.”

“Are they all like that?”

“At least there aren’t any Howlers this time,” Sirius said, slumping back in his chair. “I’ve been getting them for days, ever since Remus announced his pregnancy and his intention to take a leave of absence starting at the holidays. Your classmates are very upset.”

“Your timing could have been better,” Harry said. “In more ways than one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Sirius.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Remus is almost five months, yeah? You know what else was almost five months ago? My birthday. You two are gross and I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Sirius got up for more coffee. As he passed behind Harry and Teddy, he kissed them both on top of the head. “Your friends do, though.”

“It is your fault their favorite and most competent professor is out of commission for the rest of the year.”

“I will personally write every single OWL and NEWT student a glowing letter of recommendation. No matter what their scores are this year while Professor Lupin is on sabbatical, they will have their pick of jobs after graduation. Happy?”

“That includes us, right?”

“Yes, of course it does.”

Harry stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

Sirius shook his hand, and then Teddy’s, and at that moment Remus came into the kitchen. He had stopped being able to fit into his own clothes, and was now stealing Sirius’s sweaters and joggers. Those wouldn’t do for much longer, Harry thought, but figured that was a battle his guardians could fight on their own.

“Oh, dear,” Remus said, spotting the pile of letters. Several had fallen to the floor. “That’s…”

“At least a quarter of the student body,” Sirius said.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“As your eldest has so helpfully pointed out, it is all my fault.”

“Well,” Remus said with a wink, “not all your fault.”

“Right!” Harry said, standing abruptly. “I’m off! Come on, Teds. Let’s get out of here before they get more disgusting.”

#okay i'm sorry that remus was only in this for like five lines #but he's still very pregnant and it's sirius's fault!!!!!#lizlemonbennet #wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #sirius black raises harry potter and teddy lupin #remus lupin #breed that old man 2024

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oxydiane · 2 years

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AU in which Remus comes back to London after the war, hears Dumbledore dumped Harry on Lily’s evil sister’s doorstep in November without even ringing the doorbell and just fucking kidnaps Harry and flees to the other side of the world

#boy got nothing left to lose #he MUST have known petunia would be awful her and her rat husband #anyways he should make a nice modest life wherever he goes #two days later THE BOY WHO LIVED REPORTING MISSING?#DUMBLEDORE ANSWERS #and then sirius breaks out of azkaban to go on an actual murder spree like what do you mean you got my godson killed #TWO DAYS AFTER HE VANQUISHED VOLDEMORT. YOU BASTARDDD #soo talks #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #harry james potter #albus dumbledore #headcanon #au idea #prompt #remus raises harry #wolfstar #maybe

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heartofspells · 2 years

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I don’t respond well to bullying (that’s a lie, i clearly do). Except when it involves Sirius and Harry. And hugs, apparently.

Have fun, @impishtubist. (hopefully)

Happy Sirius and Harry Saturday! (and it is technically Saturday for me, so...)

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Harry had always liked hugs. Since the day he'd been old enough to wrap his little hands around larger fingers, he'd always clung on in some way.

Sirius remembers that tiny baby, fresh from hospital, splayed in his arms, legs bunching up, kicking out a little but barely mobile yet. Sirius had stared down into those eyes James had been sure would match his own once they changed and been enamored. His godson. Harry Potter. His best friends' son. The entire world in a small body shorter than Sirius' forearm.

But when that hand had reached out so surely, tiny little fingers wrapping around one of Sirius' own, Sirius had been captured, gone. Annihilated. Everything was over after that. All that Sirius Black had ever and would ever be belonged to that small boy. And that never changed, not for one day.

There'd been no question in his mind about taking Harry when his friends died. He'd been grieving, angry, beating his fists against Remus' chest in uncontrollable rage and helplessness, Remus clutching him firmly, tears welling in his eyes as he'd watched and let Sirius do whatever he'd needed to just get through it. But Harry…he'd been a sort of grace, a breath of painful air sucked into stinging lungs sliced open with glass that had stuck and splintered. Harry had healed Sirius as much as it was possible for him to heal.

As his godson grows, Sirius watches him, counts and catalogues all the different ways he takes his affection as often as he wants it. There are running tackles, arms thrown around legs as he rides on feet with each step taken, laughter bubbling from his chest and flushing his perfect face, green eyes bright and glittering. There are the early-morning dives into beds, limbs flying, elbows in ribcages and sternums, knees digging into thighs and hips. Sneak attacks from around chairs or dark corners where only the faintest of giggles signals he's there at all.

Sirius holds onto every one of them, cherishes them. He takes them while he can, adamant for them, craving those arms around him, his own around smaller shoulders, fingers pushed into a mop of black hair so like James' it aches.

He keeps them all, and he's grateful he has, because one day, when Harry's nearly ten, he stops. At first, Sirius thinks he's done something wrong. He tries to take a hug for himself instead of waiting for Harry to initiate it as he almost always has, but the boy denies him, holds up his hands, turns his back. Sirius deflates, sags with it, feels like rubbish left to rot at the bottom of a bin.

Remus tells him it's normal, Harry's growing up, branching out, away from them and their little family they've created. He'll circle back. Sirius is forced to believe him, but he despises it, an internal flame flickering and dying away, life only breathed back into it during those rarer and rarer times when Harry pushes in for that special sort of attention that swells Sirius' heart before it's puttering in his chest again when his godson once again leaves.

The years pass and Harry gets older. They do too. He goes to school, and Sirius and Remus find themselves alone for the first time since…ever. Even after they'd left school, they'd never truly been alone, the war pulling them in separate directions, meetings always being demanded, their friends around in some fashion nearly constantly. With Harry gone for most of the year now, it feels like the first opportunity they've had to really just breathe. Sirius doesn't want it.

They don't know what to do with themselves. There are owls, care parcels sent. They receive several letters in return, but they grow fewer and further between with each year. Harry comes home for holidays at first, but as he ages, he disappears to the houses of his friends. Sometimes they come to their home, Sirius nearly begging for it without actually begging, just to try to keep Harry as close as he can for as long as possible. Remus calls him out on it. Of course he does.

"This is going to keep happening, Pads. You may as well get used to it," he says one night during the summer after Harry's third year as Sirius is moping and pretending he's not. He glares down into the sink basin, scrubbing over a plate with a little more force. "How often did you want to stay home over holidays while we were in school?"

Sirius' head whips in Remus' direction, eyes baleful. "That's different, isn't it?" he nearly snaps. "We aren't my family, and this isn't that house."

Remus doesn't seem fazed by his tone, resting his hip against the counter's edge, hands dipping easily into his pockets. "Doesn't matter. What about me? How often did I stay with my parents?"

"Also different," grouses Sirius, turning back to the dishes and glowering down at them. "You had me, didn't you? Prize and a half."

Remus snorts. "Cocky," he mutters. Sirius ignores him.

"I just don't understand why they can't come here," he grumbles. "Why does Harry always have to go there, away from us?"

"They do come here," says Remus gently, stepping up a little closer. "And Harry doesn't always leave. But he's growing up, Sirius. He's making his own life exactly like we taught him. You've got to let him do that. You can't keep clinging. You'll only drive him further away if you do."

"I am not clinging," denies Sirius, hands raking the soapy flannel furiously over a spot that just will not be removed. "Just because I want to see him, spend time with him, know how he's doing and feeling and – "

He stops suddenly when soft fingers touch his cheek. Sirius jolts a little, pulling out of his spiral he hadn't even realized he'd been drifting into. He looks up at Remus, hands dropping the plate when one of the other man's settles over his wrist.

"I know," murmurs Remus quietly, firmly. "I know, Sirius. I understand." Sirius feels as though all the air is leaving him, and he droops, turning and letting Remus gather him into his arms, head ducking and resting over his shoulder, face pressing into the curve of his neck.

"I miss him," whispers Sirius into warm skin. "I just…he was always so – so…affectionate. And now he's…not. He's not, Moony. I can barely get him to answer a letter anymore."

Remus runs soothing hands over Sirius' back. He doesn't say anything in return, because what can be said that hasn't been already? So they stand in their warm little kitchen, Sirius remembering Harry with his chair pulled up to the counter, hands in dough as they'd made biscuits, chocolate smeared on his face from cupcake frosting, blowing soap bubbles from small fingers as he'd helped with dishes, always Sirius' task by demand, but he'd never minded sharing with Harry.

The days keep going and Harry pulls further away. Sirius learns to be okay with it, even if inside he never really is. Harry finishes school, gets a job, makes a career and name for himself. He gets married, Ginny a lovely and bold spectacle, so much like Lily that Sirius' heart clenches up a little whenever he's around her. Harry visits on occasion. They do as well. It's never enough.

Harry has a baby, and they go to St Mungo's to meet him. James Sirius. And as Sirius holds him for the first time, he's thrust back into it all, those tiny fingers wrapping around his own, gripping with far more strength than should be reasonable or even logical. Sirius thinks he'll have green eyes like his dad. Hopes.

"Give the baby to Ginny, Sirius," instructs Harry after hours or maybe just minutes. Sirius has lost track of time, staring at the perfect little face, lost in memories. He blinks at his godson.

"What?"

"Hand him over, Black," orders Ginny from her bed, holding her arms out insistently.

Sirius frowns, but does as he's told, though reluctantly. He transfers James over with care, and then turns back to Harry, frowning deeply, not understanding. He'd been bonding. They'd been getting somewhere, to a place Sirius hasn't been in far too long. He stares at Harry, who gazes back at him with an unreadable expression.

Sirius is just opening his mouth to speak, to question why he'd just handed that drop of absolute perfection away for no apparent reason, but before he can form the first word, Harry is moving forward. His arms wrap around Sirius, pulling him in, and it's the first time Sirius can remember an embrace by his godson that hadn't been forced into existence by his own hand.

He stiffens for a moment in surprise, and then he's crumbling, his own arms wrapping Harry up, holding him close, refusing to release ever again. They lock and Sirius feels right, so very right, something dropping and snapping back into place inside himself. There are pinpricks and stings under his eyelids, but he blinks them away, refuses to let the tears fall, not now.

Remus stands at their sides, watching and smiling, his eyes shifting over Harry first and then coming to rest on Sirius. The expression softens drastically, and Sirius feels so much love in that moment he thinks he might burst with it.

"Thank you," whispers Harry into Sirius' hair. He glances over, spies Remus, and then one of his arms is reaching out, looping around the other man, Harry tugging him into their embrace as well. "Thank you so much. For everything. Just everything you've both done."

And Sirius is not crying. He's not. The dampness on his cheeks is from sweat, the hug too warm and something he's no longer used to but better than any other he's ever had before. Because Harry is still theirs and they are his. The proof is in touch, in the softness of his words, in the love that fills Sirius full and never leaves him, not for a second.

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or-we-could-take-a-walk-together · 9 months

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Regulus: I’m gay.

Barty: so? Be gay, dancing is all you do for all I care

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propheciesanddreams · 2 years

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“Harry!” Sirius chided, though it quickly turned into a laugh as the toddler brought a now icing covered finger to his mouth. “Did it turn out good at least?” He asked.

“Mmmm!” Harry nodded. “More cake!” And he went to dip his hand back in the bowl but this time Sirius was fast enough to catch him.

“Uh uh cheeky one!” He picked Harry up under his arms to place him back on the floor once more. “Here, you can have the spoon.” He offered.

Harry giggled with joy and began to lick icing off the spoon, chocolate smearing across his little face quickly. Sirius chuckled and looked at his completed creation. He wasn’t much of a baker, even worse the muggle way. Remus had insisted that he could tell the difference, and the muggle way always reminded him of his mother. Who was Sirius to dishonor Hope like that?

“What should we draw on top for Moony?” Sirius asked Harry. He paused at the mess he was making to tilt his head to the side and consider.

“Hmm frog!” He exclaimed in excitement.

“A frog? Are you sure?” Sirius asked nervously.

“Uh huh. G’een frog Moony cake!” Harry demanded.

“Alright, here goes.” He tapped his wand at the icing turning it bright green. A little magic can’t hurt, Remus certainly wouldn’t be able to tell. Setting to work on drawing possibly the worst frog design in known history. “What do you think, Haz?” Sirius lifted the now-chocolate-covered toddler to the counter again. Harry nodded his approval. “Here goes then.” With Harry in one hand and the cake balancing in the other, Sirius began a chorus of Happy Birthday.

Remus beamed from his spot in the living room as the two brought the cake over to him.

“Happy birthday, love. Now blow out the candles quick before I drop one of these.” Sirius demanded. Remus chuckled and did just that, grabbing the tray as he blew out the candles and setting it down on the coffee table. He straightened back up and first planted a kiss to Harry’s chocolate covered forehead; he tried not to ask how icing had gotten on his eyebrows. There was a certain magic that toddlers possessed that had absolutely nothing to do with magical ability. Then he pulled Sirius close by his waist and placed a quick kiss to his lips. Quick only because Harry was quickly barreling towards the cake, having wriggled his way out of Sirius’ arms.

“Come here you!” Sirius pulled the boy back again and threw him, lightly, onto the sofa behind them and away from the cake. “Do you like it Moony? I did it all the muggle way too.”

“Yes, I can tell.” Remus laughed, looking over at the lopsided chocolate heap.

“Me help Moony cake!” Harry exclaimed. “Look frog!”

“It’s beautiful, Harry, you did a great job. It’s a nice err, frog?” He raised an eyebrow at Sirius.

“Yes it’s a frog!” He tried to defend himself but really between the too large legs and the too long head, it looked like something else entirely. “Let’s all go back to talking about what a good job we did!”

The two adults dissolved into laughter as Remus waved his wand and the cake sliced into several pieces.

“Hey! You cheated, you used magic on the icing.”

“I’m offended, Moons, I did no such thing!”

“Pa’foo use magic.” Harry confirmed solemnly, mouthful of cake.

“Whatever will I do with you?” Remus asked. Sirius just smirked and raised an eyebrow as if to suggest exactly what Remus could do wordlessly. They both laughed again and returned to their cake. It was really a lovely birthday after all.

#i didn’t know how to end this #Wolfstar snippet #i didn’t edit this #just felt like writing for writing sake #ok byyye #Remus Lupin #Sirius black #Wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry

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startledstoat · 9 months

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Just read Like Real People Do and I swear one day I'm gonna learn to stop reading fics named after Hozier songs because fuck me that scene with Effie? And then the car? Jesus fucking c h r i s t

#marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #james potter #lily potter #euphemia potter #harry potter #like real people do

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steelycunt · 1 year

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agree with the argument that canon s was not at all a bad or significantly irresponsible father figure to harry but frankly i wish he had been. would’ve been more interesting than what it was because as it stands his relationship with harry bores me to fuckin tears they could’ve done with being a little more fucked up i think

#regulus hater moment over sirius + harry hater moment COMMENCE #sorry i just could not care less about their relationship. could not care less about harry I think I am actually more interested in regulus #it is not heartwarming it is not sweet. it is like watching paint dry #I do not like kidfic but like. teddy lupin i will allow but r/s raising harry has to be the worst r/s trope. surely #largely owing to harry being the most boring protagonist of all time i think. stay away from my boys no one cares about you!!#okay hater hour over. as you were everyone

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empress-simps · 27 days

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Uncle Padfoot’s Motorcycle

Pairing: Dad! Remus x Mom! Reader CW: Language and Remus who’s gonna face the wrath of his wife. Summary: Uncle Sirius takes baby Moony out for a ride on his motorcycle and you aren't happy about it.

Note: I’ve literally enjoyed writing this, and dad! Marauders literally make me hdiskskssjska ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS YOU GUYS🫨🥹 I LOVE Y’ALL

"Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin!"

Sirius could feel his soul practically leave his body as he saw you, in your ever angry form, march to where he is handing your year old daughter to Remus' awaiting arms.

This is it, this is how Sirius thinks he’s going to leave the face of the Earth.

"Erm, I have to go! See you next week yeah?" Sirius clambers onto his motorcycle, praying to any deity that he would fly faster than you hexing him with your wandless magic.

"Bye pah foo!" Lyra grins, her four teeth in clear display as Sirius looked back and waved, "See you soon, baby moony! Have to go before mummy hexes me to no end!"

Remus watched his friend blankly, deep down wishing he too was in the back of the motorcycle with Lyra so he could escape the imminent wrath his wife that was to rain down on him.

“Remus. John. Lupin.”

Each word you uttered was like a nail on his coffin. He tried his best not to wince as he heard how utterly cold and sharp you spat his name out. So, gathering up his remaining courage, he faced you with a smile- and he definitely didn’t place your squealing baby girl in front of him, making her somewhat his shield. He hoped the cuteness of Lyra would soften the blow quite a bit.

“Hi, darling! You’re back early- “

“Tell me I did just not see our one-year-old baby land in front of our house riding Sirius’ flying motorcycle or so merlin help me I will strangle you.” You warned, taking Lyra from his hands, who happily snuggled in your arms.

Well, shit.

There goes his only chance of living.

He offered a wry smile, ignoring how sweaty his hands had become. “Alrighty, I won’t tell you- “

“Remus! You seriously thought it was a good idea to let our child ride a flying motorcycle? She just turned a year-old last week for Merlin’s sake!” You scolded, poor Remus. Call him a seer because he can already see himself sleeping on the couch for the entire week, a few days if he’s lucky.

“Darling, Sirius and I made sure it was completely safe.” He tried to explain, “Lyra doesn’t even have a helmet! What were you guys thinking?!” You hugged your baby closer to your chest.

“Well, Padfoot said it’s unnecessary since they’re technically flying.” You scoffed in disbelief as you comforted Lyra who started to fuss. “Remind me to make Sirius fall next time I set his eyes on him on that darn vehicle of his.”

Remus could only let out a nervous chuckle. "Erm, I will."

“Why was Padfoot even here the first place?” You raised an eyebrow, going back inside the house to place Lyra in her playpen as Remus followed you like a servant who’s trying to regain your favor. “He also took Harry out for a ride. After that, he went here and told me Lyra should also experience it.”

You turned around and faced him, a hand on your hips. “I’m guessing Lily isn’t aware- because there is no way in her right mind that she would let her two-year-old son ride a flying motorcycle.”

His silence was the only thing you needed to hear from him.

“Where even were you when he took Lyra out for a ride?”

He blinks stupidly, “Outside, watching them.”

“You better choose your next words carefully Lupin.”

“I was supposed to ride with them, darling! But Sirius already took off when I was about to get onto the motorcycle!” He explains, hoping it’ll be enough to save him as he recalled the events from earlier.

“Pah foo!” Lyra grinned as she clapped her hands excitedly, her sandy brown hair that was tied in pigtails was swaying with every move she made. Sirius returned her excitement, bypassing Remus who answered the door and made a beeline to the squealing baby.

“There’s my baby Moony!” He lifts Lyra up from her playpen and peppers her face with kisses while Remus smiled, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m starting to think you’re just visiting so you can hang out with my daughter, Padfoot.”

Sirius turned to look at him, smiling playfully as Lyra tugged on his curls. “I’m afraid so, Moony.” He then turned his attention to the child. “Now, who wants to go on an adventure with uncle Padfoot?”

Sirius’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he held Lyra aloft, her giggles filling the room. “We’ll soar over the treetops, chase the clouds, and maybe even race a few owls, eh?” He bounced her gently, eliciting more delighted squeals.

Remus watched them, a fond smile on his face, thinking that his best mate wouldn’t seriously do it. “Just make sure you keep her within sight, Padfoot. No loops or dives,” he added with a mock sternness that fooled neither Sirius nor Lyra.

Sirius mock saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain Moony!” He turned to Lyra, whispering conspiratorially, “Your dad’s just worried we’ll have too much fun without him.”

Remus didn’t even know how it happened, he just suddenly became aware of the situation when Sirius and Lyra were off, the flying motorcycle roaring to life as they took to the skies, leaving a trail of laughter, the faint smell of engine oil in their wake, and a faint ‘I fly, dada!’ from Lyra.

You sighed, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. “At least Lyra’s safe, I know Sirius wouldn’t endanger his god daughter.”

You watched as Remus’s eyes softened; the worry lines smoothed out from his forehead. “Yes, Lyra is safe, and Sirius might be reckless, but he’s also fiercely protective,” he agreed, his voice carrying a note of gratitude. You hummed in agreement.

Remus tested the waters, “So… I won’t be sleeping in the couch, right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, the tension from earlier dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. “No, Remmy, you won’t be sleeping on the couch,” you said, your voice laced with a hint of amusement. “But let’s agree that any future flights require both parents’ approval, alright?”

Remus let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Agreed, and I promise, no more surprises,” he said earnestly, reaching out to take your hand.

Just then, Lyra’s babbling caught your attention, and you both turned to see her playing with a small, plush fox, looking eerily similar to your animagus form that Sirius must have sneaked into her playpen.

“Maybe we can’t protect her from everything, but we can make sure she knows she’s loved and safe,” you mused aloud, watching Lyra.

Remus nodded, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. “That’s all we can do,” he agreed. “And maybe teach her a few tricks so she can outfly Sirius one day,” he added with a wink.

You glared at him playfully, then laughed, imagining a future where Lyra, with her inherited Marauder’s cunning, would indeed give Sirius a run for his money. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind,” you said with a smile.

As the night drew on, the house filled with the soft sounds of a family at peace. The day’s adventures were recounted with laughter and gentle teasing, and plans for a grounded tomorrow were made. And in that moment, all was well in the world of magic and mischief.

#remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus x y/n #remus lupin #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #marauders fanfiction #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders fic

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maybebabyplease · 1 year

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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:

fondness

Remus’ feelings for Sirius have always come with a high level of intensity. In school, and then during the war, and then again in that agonizing space after it, he looks at Sirius and nearly crumples with the force of his desire, his fear, his urge to protect. His failures haunt him. Does he deserve the love he receives, white-hot and ceaseless?

He never expected to have a child, between the werewolf thing and the gay thing. When Harry emerges into the world screaming his little pink head off, Remus changes his mind, considers Sirius’ genes and surrogacy. And when he and Sirius are granted custody, his heart sings as it breaks. Lily’s and James’, always, but his and Sirius’ now too.

Parenthood doesn’t dull Remus’ intensity. He rages in his grief, he agonizes over his mistakes, he thinks about the lives laid down for Harry and how he will now be next in line. But when he reads Harry a story at night, or when Harry wants to ride Padfoot like a horse, or Harry refuses to eat broccoli because he hates green food that week, something softer creeps in. It’s best described as fondness, for Harry and for their little patchwork family. It settles over him like a blanket. He still checks every ward on their house four times before he goes to bed. Now, though, when he gets in bed and hears Sirius’ soft snores beside him, he sleeps.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar raising harry #remus lupin #sirius black #a little patchwork family! like a quilt!#i hate thinking about sirius locked up #so i like to let him break out and steal harry with remus #remus should have broken him out but #i digress #em goes micro

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underoospeterparker · 2 months

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okay i really hope this makes sense because i love your writing - shy!reader x remus <3

reader is in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets detention for something she didn’t do - too shy and nervous to speak up for herself. when reader doesn’t meet up on time with remus he begins to worry

thank you for requesting! writing in the actual harry potter universe is tough, but i really like how it turned out!

grumpy!remus lupin x shy!fem!reader, 0.7k words

Remus paced back and forth in the hallway, frantically trying to think of an excuse as to why you might be late. James and Sirius watched him, clearly amused at his antics.

"Moony," James spoke up, "might I remind you that she's only ten minutes late?"

He turned around with an annoyed look on his face, a frown turning the corner of his lips downward. "No, you may not."

Sirius burst into laughter, clutching at James's blazer to steady himself. When he took a look at Remus's face, he fell silent. "Sorry," he murmured, "that was not funny."

"She's never late," he said, mostly to himself rather than to his best friends, "maybe I should check her classroom?" He paused, then answered his own question. "Yes. I'll do that. See you later, guys," Remus added, before heading off in the opposite direction of the Great Hall for lunch.

James sighed in mock disappointment. "Now what'll we do?"

Sirius played along, grin wide on his face. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "we'll have to follow him. I mean, what else could we possibly do?

You sat, hands shaking, in front of your professor. The only sound was the clicking of his pen as he surveyed you. "I don't understand what I did wrong," you managed, looking at your lap because you could not meet his gaze.

Snape stared at you, an incredulous look on his face. "You don't understand what you did wrong?" He repeated your statement. "Well, let me remind you, (Y/N). A student told me that she saw you in the bathroom, attempting to perform an expulso curse."

You didn't say anything. You knew it was Pansy, but if you said anything, which you wouldn't have done anyway, she would do much worse to you. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice quiet.

He nodded, a stern look on his face. "Do not let me catch you doing that again," he said, then paused. "Detention, then. Two weeks, starting today. 6'o clock. Don't be late," he added, then motioned for you to leave.

Packing up your things, you left in a hurry. You bumped straight into Remus, who had been making his way to your classroom. He steadied you, setting a hand on your hip. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Hey, where've you been? I've been looking for you everywhere, I-"

He was cut off by you promptly bursting into tears, hiding your face in the crook of his blazer. "Oh," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around you, hand going up to soothingly scratch at your scalp. "Oh, angel, you're okay," he murmured softly. "It's okay."

You sniffled, and the sound made his chest hurt as you burrowed your head further into his jacket. Then, you pulled away, bringing your sleeve up to wipe at your eyes hastily.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. You tried to explain yourself. "I was in the bathroom at the wrong time," you said, and Remus raised an eyebrow. "Snape thought I was trying to do an expulso curse."

"But you weren't," Remus said slowly. "Of course you weren't. Must've been Pansy, the little git." When you nodded, he asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

You shook your head. "I didn't want to get in more trouble."

You looked up at him, and his eyes softened. "I get it," he said, although if it had been up to him, he would have blamed it on her to get you out of trouble. Remus swung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you back into his chest, which you went into gladly. "So, how many days of detention?"

Wincing, you replied, "two weeks."

He groaned, then said, "how am I supposed to go that long without seeing my best girl?"

You laughed. "You'll see me at lunch, and at Charms."

He pressed a kiss to your head. "Nope. I gotta get into some sort of trouble so I can be in detention with you, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened when James and Sirius popped out from behind the corner, identical mischievous grins on their faces.

Sirius was the first to speak up. "Did someone say trouble?"

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