#dad!remus

[inkdrinkerworld]

Dad!Remus being roped into tea parties! Tiara, over exaggerated posh accents, tutus, and all 🤭 he takes it very seriously as well, when Uncle Sirius and James visit and think it’s partial joking, Remus is like “oh this is very serious and you will be forced into it. No, she doesn’t care that the tiara will get tangled in your hair”

wc: 1.2k of straight family fluff and Remus having sassy little daughters

“Daddy tea?” Bekah’s holding a little play kettle and standing in wobbling on shaky toes as she leans over the table.

“Yes please, little love.” He holds his cup out and watches imaginary tea pour right in and hides a smile when Bekah sneaks a sip.

Charlie is sitting patiently in her seat, “Can I have a scone? With jam?” There actually are scones, lest your babies starve- you swear they could eat through a house in a day if you let them.

Wednesday afternoons’ are Remus’ tea date with his girls while you get an hour or so to yourself, today you’ve gone to the hairdressers.

“What ‘bout Uncle Siri?” Bekah asks, setting down the kettle with a thump. She’s always worried about him, if he’s well, if he’s still on his bike (which scares her) and when he’s coming to see her. Specifically her.

“There’s quite enough, baby. Mum and I made extras for Uncle Jamie and Siri.” With that in mind she sets one on her plate and another on Charlie’s.

The doorbell rings as Bekah and Charlie giggle about the jam on their lips and Remus stands to open it. “Your uncles’ are here.”

Bekah breaks into a full sprint the second she hears Sirius and giggles like a madwoman when he scoops her up and blows on her belly.

“Hi Trouble,” he kisses her cheek and stoops to ruffle Charlie’s hair. “Hi dolly.”

She passes him up for James- he never sets her on her own two feet and gives in to the perfected puppy eyes she gives him.

Plus James is already up for a cuddle with her.

“We have the tea ready,” Charlie says to James letting him rub her back.

“Lead the way, shortcake.”

Sirius and James hadn’t believed Remus when he’d said that tea parties are a big deal in your house, so they weren’t expecting to see a little stand and a table fully laid and set with tea kettles, cups and a towering plate of scones and cucumber sandwiches.

Remus smiles in an ‘I-told-you-so’ kinds of way as Bekah and Charlie give specific instructions.

“It’s Bekah’s turn to be the tea server, but she’s little so no wrastling.”

“Hassling, Charlie girl.” Remus corrects softly and she nods.

“Hassling. Be nice to her or no scones.”

Like a little sister hanging on to her big sister’s every word, Bekah repeats, “Nice or no scones.” Only she doesn’t sound nearly as harsh and consonants like ‘n’ and ‘s’ are so stressed they sound long and cuter than they should.

Just as Bekah reaches for the kettle she stops, turns to Remus with a look of pure shock and says, “‘Iaras daddy!”

Sirius and James are confused and Remus clarifies, “The tiaras, it’s a whole affair.” He reminds them.

“Trouble do I have to wear one? I just did my hair-“

Sirius remembers why he calls Bekah ‘Trouble’ when she marches up to him wagging a tiny finger in his face. She hardly looks intimidating- more adorable than anything in her little dress.

“Body wears ‘iara Uncle Siri.”

That settles it then.

James takes one with purple gems, Charlotte the pink ones, Remus takes the blue, Sirius the clear and Bekah keeps her coveted red gemmed tiara.

James learns quickly how to hold a tea cup correctly, ‘pinkies up uncle Jamie’ whispered to him by Charlie and Sirius learns that Bekah is not to be messed with as she pours tea- numerous times she pours an ‘overflowing’ cup and covers her mouth as she giggles and Sirius grumbles about wet hands.

The tea party lasts longer than an hour, scones and real tea served when Remus takes the girls one by one to shower. Bekah comes down just as you get home, all tired smiles as she reaches for you.

“Hair,” she coos, chubby fingers twirling the ends of your curls. “Pretty mummy.”

Remus descends the steps with an energetic Charlie on his hip. “Very pretty mummy, you look stunning dove.”

“You did it lighter mummy! Looks like caramel.” Charlie gives you a quick kiss before wiggling out of Remus’ grasp and making for her colouring pages and pencils.

You blush and fluster under his compliments and more so when you note Sirius and James on the sofa looking a little exhausted.

“You boys enjoyed the tea party?” James nods with an earnest smile and Sirius flips into his lap.

“I think I’ve lost about three handfuls of hair from that little rugrat adjusting the tiara, but it was heaps and heaps of fun.”

Bekah flushes, hiding her face in your neck when you look at her.

“You look positively out of it.” You say kindly to them, hand fighting Bekah’s as she tugs at your neckline. “Let mummy change, Bekah baby.” She doesn’t let you go as you climb the stairs and Remus flashes you a little grin- she gets extra lovey when she’s tired and skipping her mid-afternoon nap in favour of tea parties and staying up to entertain uncle Sirius has made her even more so- which you don’t mind.

When you come back down, in a little house dress Remus had got you for your last birthday, Bekah is already feeding and half asleep.

Remus has a cup of tea and a couple scones and jam in front of you and Sirius is halfway to sleep himself.

“Mummy?” Charlie looks up from her pages.

“Charlie?” She giggles the way you do when Remus calls you all sweet.

“Next time can I come and do my hair caramel too? Or is it sticky?”

James chuckles when you all do, making Charlie blush.

“It isn’t sticky, but if you want next time you can come and we can see what the stylists will do.” You’re sure by that time she won’t be wanting caramel hair like yours and something else, something a little more punk and a little more Charlie- like purple.

Bekah’s snoring in ten minutes and you smile as she keeps a hold of your finger in her chubby hand.

“You boys staying for tea?” Remus asks them as he sits on the armrest of the sofa beside you, an arm around your chest as he pulls you into him.

“‘Ve had enough tea for a week mate, but it was lovely.” James says as he stands, taking Sirius with him. “Thanks for inviting us, shortcake.” Charlie rushes to give James the page she’s colouring before he leaves.

“S’of the garden by your house, uncle Jamie.” James coos, kneeling to kiss her cheek. “Thank you darling girl, it’ll go on the fridge yeah?” She nods a smile so big that you worry her cheeks ache.

“Bye uncle Sirius, maybe next time you can be the tea server so you don’t get wet hands.” He nods, kissing her forehead.

“You’re so kind, dolly. I’ll take that offer up any day, just don’t tell Touble, eh?” She mimes a sealed lip and Sirius winks.

They leave and you slump further into your husband. His hand coasting along your collarbones. “She had Sirius spinning in circles. Fixed his tiara every time he moved.”

You laugh, “She’s a little stern, our girl.”

Remus hums, “Still quieter than Charlie though.” You look at your first baby. She’s grown up so much, her sass mostly saved for days where she needs extra dramatics just because, but she’s still just the same as she was when she was younger. Still bold and still whip smart. Suddenly your heart aches as you remember her as little as baby.

“Come give mummy a cwtch, Lottie. Missed you today.” She’s up fast, needling into your free side and you sigh.

“Missed you too mummy. You smell nice.” You lean even more into Remus, his arms around all three of you, his chin on your crown. You can’t imagine a nicer life than this.

[their-love]

Collapse at the Order meeting

Wolfstar x Wolfstar!daughter

REQUEST: Sirius’ daughter collapses at an Order meeting. Uncle Moony and Sirius helps. Cut it off before R wakes. Please include short mention of Ron, Harry, Hermione, Weasley family, the order members + “Uncle Moony”, she/her pronouns

SHE/HER

A/N: Just my cup of tea. Hope this is okay.

Remus raised the reader as Sirius was in Azkaban. They are a happy little family once he got out and they talked.

“Night Sirius,” Remus said as he walked towards the door. The rest of the members of the Order of the Phoenix were still sitting around the table. Some seemed to be half asleep while the rest were caught up in small talk.

“Night Y/N,” Remus said, turning around to flash her a smile before leaving to his room upstairs. She smiled back at him but said nothing. Her mind was swirling as if caught in the wind.

“Night Moony!” Sirius yelled after his friend. In return, he received a small laughter as Remus closed his door. Her father turned around on his heels, heading to the kitchen. She followed him, wanting to ask a question.

“You hungry?” he asked her, rummaging through the fridge. He dumped a few sandwich options on the countertop, waving his wand summoning the bread in the cupboard to his right.

“Not really. I have a question…” she answered, trailing off at the end. The wind feeling turned into a full blown storm, knocking her out of balance. Sirius was so caught up in making a sandwich that he hardly heard what she had answered.

A thud caught his attention though. He spun around, looking at his daughter who was leaning against the doorframe. His let his eyes wander over her body. Trembling, pale and unsteady.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, moving towards her without waiting for a reply. A gently arm around her waist and he helped her towards a chair by the table that Tonks had offered. Being the only one that had noticed the sudden change, she looked worried at her two friends. Her feet dragged over the hardwood floor, not cooperating with her. Once she was seated, Sirius sat down on his knees in front of her. His eyes were trying to lock with hers, but they were too unfocused. That worried him even more.

“Look at me, Y/N. Hey, come on. Talk to me,” he said. A gentle hand pulled her chin up, so she faced him. Slowly he began to brush his fingers over the top of her hand in a reassuring way. Grey lazy eyes stared back at him for a second before going unfocused again. Panicked, Sirius ran a hand through his long black hair. With a wave of her wand, Tonks conjured a glass of water, handing it to Sirius.

“Drink,” he ordered. No reaction. Her body swayed in the chair, eventually leaning against the shoulder of her father. He put the glass down on the table and began to rub her back.

“It’s alright, darling. It’s alright… - Do you want me to get uncle Moony?” he whispered in her ear. No reaction. He stopped moving his hand, leaving it on the top part of her back, waiting to feel her breathing. It was shallow and uneven. Shit, he thought.

Without a warning all of her body weight was once more shifted onto Sirius. He held her in his arms, gently lowering her to the floor. One hand holding her head and the other supporting her waist. Nymphadora let out a small scream, which caught the attention of everyone around the table.

“REMUS!” Sirius yelled in panic as he saw her eyes roll back into her head. Molly Weasley was on her feet in seconds, hovering above them with confusion and worry etched on her face.

A few seconds later a door upstairs were flung open and the sound of footsteps running down the stairs was the only sound to be heard. Everyone else had stopped talking, following the commotion at the end of the room with caution.

“What? What?” Remus asked frantically as he ran into the room, wand up ready to fight. Upon seeing his best friend and his daughter on the ground he lowered his wand and jumped the few steps in between the door and them.

“She just collapsed…” Sirius mumbled, trying his best to force the tears back. Remus completely ignored the other people in the room and focused all of his attention on the unconscious girl on the floor. She was like a daughter to him. He would do anything to keep her safe. Not in a million years had he thought of her being injured at home. His fear was seeing her hurt in the middle of a battle.

“What’s going on?” Ron cried out at the end of the table. Next to him sat two very concerned children, Harry and Hermione. The golden trio were told to stay seated by Molly, who tried her best to give Y/N, Remus and Sirius enough space. The rest of the people in the room was Mad-Eye Moody, the rest of the Weasley family, Albus Dumbledore and Auror Kingsley. All looked at the scene unfold.

“Right, I think it’s best to give them some space,” said Arthur Weasley suddenly. Everyone’s eyes were on the Black’s and Lupin. Arthur wanted to give them more space than Molly, he wanted to give her some privacy once she woke up. Everyone slowly got up, following Arthur upstairs. No one wanted to leave before knowing if the young Black was alright. Molly gave her husband an appreciative look before he left.

Tonks outright refused to leave and so did Molly. They stayed back enough to let Remus kneel next to Y/N on the opposite side of Sirius.

“Love? Can you hear me?” he asked rather loudly. No response. Having read countless of books, including medical and healing books, Remus went on autopilot. At first, he gently rubbed her sternum to wake her. As that did nothing, he called her name again, rubbing harder.

“There we go! Come on, sweetheart. Open your eyes,” he coached as he saw her hands turn into fists. Remus very well knew that what he was doing was hurting her, but it was the best way to wake her up. After being Moony, his werewolf self, he would occasionally fall unconscious, scaring the living daylight out of his mates. They used to do the same after reading it in a book similar to the ones he had read.

She groaned and pulled her hands up to stop Remus from hurting her further. She held onto the sleeves of his oversized, shaggy sweater.

[midnightloversmusic]

oh my gosh hi!!!! my brain has been fermenting like two zillion & a half poly marauders ideas SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND me dumping them here (incase theyre of any interest)

the whole band thing w the marauders except reader too oh my gosh.

or anything with kids, id die.

introductions to the muggle world???? especially sirius & james.

ANYWAYS lavalavayouu

STOP I LITERALLY JUST SAW A TIKTOK W/ THIS DAD PLAYING A SONG ON GUITAR TO HIS DAUGHTER AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF JAMES THIS IS SO PERFECT!! I am also about to go to sleep so please don’t yell at me if this is all over the place. love youuuu thank you for requesting!

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band!poly marauders x gn reader

After your daughter was born you and your boys decided it would be best to take a break from touring and creating albums for a year to spend as much time as possible with your little girl. During that time none of you completely stopped writing and playing music, but you were prioritizing family time.

Now that your daughter turned one just over a month ago you decided it’s time to start working on a new album. You planned to bring up the idea to them after your daughter went to bed. You all took turns putting her to sleep and tonight it happened to be remus’ turn.

You were sitting on the couch in the family room braiding sirius’ hair as he sat on the floor in front of you, telling you about a new concept for a song he came up with that he just can’t seem to find the words for. He’s been begging you to do a french braid in his hair because he can figure out how to do one plus, you think to yourself, he really likes having his hair played with. Knowing this you take extra time to run your hands through his hair and scratch a little at his scalp.

James is in the kitchen attempting to make hot chocolate while also dancing to Christmas songs playing in the background. From your spot on the couch you are able to see the exact moment he tried to spin while holding cocoa mix and ended up spilling it all over himself and on the floor. You snort.

Remus finally emerges from your daughter bedroom and takes a spot next to you on the couch.

“Hi, love”

He says softly planting a soft kiss on your forehead and leaning down to give Sirius’ shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

When you look up from your loving stare at your boyfriends you are met with the sight of James clumsily trying to carry four mugs of hot chocolate over to you, Remus, and Sirius.

When everyone finally settles down and you all fall into a comfortable silence you decide to ask about the album.

“Hey, we said we’d wait a year to do anything music related and it’s been just over one. I was wondering if you all are ready to make a new album? I know the fans are supportive of us taking a year off for our daughter but i can tell they are anxious for a new album and I think it’s time, you know?”

You end with a questioning tone, while waiting for their answers you fiddle with the end of the braid you finished in Sirius’ hair.

“You know i’m more than ready babe, you just listened to me rant about a song idea for ten minutes straight!”

Sirius says enthusiastically from his spot on the floor, smiling up at you.

James nods in agreement.

“I’ve missed making music, i’ve been coming up with some really promising things on the drums lately. I think it’s a great idea to start back up!”

You smile at him, happy that both James and Sirius were thinking the same thing as you. Remus looks hesitant though,

“I think it’s a great idea, and i’ve been anxious to get back to the studio but I just want to make sure we aren’t jumping into this too quick. We have to pace ourselves and really go slower this time around. I want to make time for our daughter and I want her to be a part of the process.”

Remus says.

“Well obviously Moony! We wouldn’t dream of making an album without her, she’s our muse for crying out loud!”

Sirius exclaims, turning his body to completely face remus and give him a humorously exasperated look.

“So it’s settled then?” James questioned from the floor.

“time to make a new album” you say as a smile takes over your face.

[reysdriver]

Strawberries & Champagne | R.L.

You and your husband spend a romantic first night out of the house since becoming parents — remus x fem!reader fluff

warnings: sexual references, talks of body-image/insecurity (brief)

words: 1.1k

Tonight is the night of your first date with your husband since your daughter was born 2 months ago. As you get ready, getting changed and finishing up your makeup, the doorbell rings, and you know exactly who it is.

Before you could even ask your husband Remus to get it, you hear the door open and the two friends greeting each other.

After a minute or so of the two men conversing, Remus knocked on your bedroom door, and then opened it slightly so he could talk to you, but was still respecting your privacy and not looking or letting anyone in.

"Honey, Sirius is here to watch Olive. Are you ready to go?"

You were contemplating completely changing your entire outfit, but it was too late now.

"Yeah, Rem. I'll be out in a second." You told him. 

"Perfect, but take your time if you need it." He said, closing the door behind him.

After a few seconds of looking at yourself in the mirror and smoothing out your little black dress, you finally decided you were ready to go.

You walked out of your room to see your good friend Sirius holding his goddaughter, and your baby girl, Olive, in his arms.

"Hi, sorry to keep you waiting." You told Sirius.

"Wow." Remus said, his jaw slightly agape at the sight of you. "You look great."

"Thank you, love." You said, pulling your husband down slightly so you could kiss him. "Have you told Sirius what he needs to know?"

"Yes, he has." Sirius told you, holding your daughter out for you. "Now say goodbye to Olive so you can go on a date with your clearly antsy husband." He gestured to Remus standing behind you.

You sighed, not wanting to leave your daughter. Of course you trusted Sirius, that's why you and Remus named him Olive's godfather, but Sirius isn't the kid type, and it was your first time leaving your baby for a night.

"Alright, goodbye, my lovely." You cooed at your child, tickling her sides just enough to make her giggle. "Your daddy and I will only be gone for a night, be good for Uncle Siri and don't miss us too much."

You remembered some information you had forgotten to tell Sirius before, so you looked up from your baby to the man holding her.

"Oh, there are two bottles in the fridge for her, use the one on the left first when she gets hungry." You told him.

Sirius nodded and said that he's got it, but you kept going.

"You'll have to heat it up in warm water, warm, not hot. And test the temperature on your forehead."

You felt your husband's hands on your hips as he suggested you two leave.

"Come on, love. He watches Harry all the time, he and Olive will be fine here." Remus told you.

Sirius smiled at you both, and Remus gently dragged you to the front door.

"Oh!" You continued. "And she has daytime and nighttime toys, they're in labelled boxes. Don't bring out the daytime toys or she'll be too giddy to sleep!"

"(y/n), they'll be fine." Remus assured you.

"Have a good night, you two." Sirius said, using your daughter's little hand to wave to you.

Remus closed the door behind you both and you made your way to your and Remus' favourite restaurant.

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After you and Remus had dinner, he brought you to a hotel near the restaurant that he had made a reservation for.

Remus already had the room key on his person, which was slightly odd, but you ignored it.

Once you walked in, you noticed a collection of food and gifts on the bed and you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. 

"Aww, Rem," You blushed, turning around to look at your husband closing the door behind you both. "did you do this?"

"I did." He said proudly. "There's flowers — in water, so they'll be fine overnight — and the strawberries and chocolate from the sweet shop you like."

"And champagne?" You asked.

"Yes, but it's non-alcoholic for obvious reasons." He said, pointing at your chest, referring to how you were still breastfeeding Olive.

"You've thought of everything." You said with a small giggle.

"I did." He said, taking the stuff off the bed. "I even thought to put it all in a basket so we could pick it up and have the bed to ourselves."

"Yes, please." You teased right before wrapping your arms around Remus' neck to kiss him.

While kissing you, he cupped your face, then started running his hands down your neck and to your back. He started to unzip your dress, then you pulled back for a second.

He looked at you, thinking he had done something wrong. You quickly explained that it wasn't him who did anything.

"I just- Alright, don't judge." You said, slowly unzipping your dress yourself.

"(y/n/n), I would never judge you." He promised.

"I put this on, and I hated it but then Sirius came over and it was too late to take it off." You told him, dropping your dress to the floor and revealing a black, lacy lingerie set you had on the whole night underneath your dress.

"I look stupid, I know-" You said, but were quickly cut off by your husband.

"Darling, you do not look stupid." He assured you. "That's something I can guarantee. You look anything but."

He truly was looking at you like you were everything, but you still felt insecure.

"I thought I would have lost all the baby weight by now." You continued to explain with a shameful voice and a frown gracing your face. "I bought it before I got pregnant, and I haven't got the chance to wear it yet."

"Do you want me to take it off?"

"What?"

"The outfit. I mean, personally, I love it. But if it makes you uncomfortable or insecure, I can take it off you." He said, smirking.

You realised what he meant and took a step so you were against him again. He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead or perhaps the nose, but you pulled him down enough so that you could press a kiss against his lips.

You pulled away, smiling at him, then walking to the side table where Remus had put your gift basket.

"You can take it off." You flirted. "But first, some champagne, lover boy."

[starstruckwillows]

♡ oh beautiful moon, such sorrow - r.l ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

requested by @cheezeyfoodles 🌈 i sorta hate how i've written this but we move

teacher!remus lupin x gn!werewolf!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, purely platonic/paternal, mention of death and tiredness

professor lupin wonders if he's ruined your future

you didn't stay in the hospital wing anymore - it was too risky, having someone potentially see you in there every month; every full moon. someone would notice, someone would piece it together.

usually, you settled for your collection of potions. wolfsbane for before the full moon, healing for after, and something to keep you awake for the next school day.

sometimes, though, no potion could keep the wolf ripping into your skin and mind, pulling darkness from every corner of your brain and flushing it through your body.

that night was rough - both you and your professor awoke bloody and brusied in the shrieking shack the next morning. it had taken everything in you to drag yourself back to your dorm.

you trudged into defence against the dark arts feeling like death was wrapping it's achy arms around you in an awkwardly comforting embrace. the chill of the room sent a jolt through your cracking spine.

professor lupin did not chide you for not paying attention for the majority of the lesson. he did not berate the lack of work you did. he just tapped your desk as everyone packed up, lazy as it was last period, to indicate he wanted you to wait behind.

no explanations were exchanged between the two of you - the time for that had long since gone. particularly notable was that lupin had abandoned his constant apologies for the situation you were in. nothing could fix it, so there was no use giving into sleep repellant guilt.

"here." the teacher prompted, sliding a bar of chocolate across the desk to you. you accepted with a weak smile.

there was a beat where he took a breath, clearly wanting to ask you something, but deciding better of it.

you frowned, "what is it?"

"are you worried for your future?"

you pondered for a moment, the chocolate restoring a sense of comfort in your bones, before you answered honestly, "i don't know. i was, at first. but you're here, you're working, despite everything."

remus did not reply, and you knew he wasn't sure whether to believe you or not.

to be safe, you added, "if i turned out like you, professor, i wouldn't be sad about that."

in return, you received the tired smile you were all too familiar with, "thank you, y/n."

there was another pause in which you continued on with your chocolate, while he dug through his desk for something.

he produced a page of blank parchment, and you tilted your head, "what's that?"

"something i confiscated from harry. it's a... it's a guide me and my friends enchanted when we were at school."

you nodded; remus rarely spoke of his time at hogwarts, unless it was pertinent to aiding you with your lycanthropy. you had previously believed that was because it was a bitter time for him, but you begun to wonder if that wasn't the case as he continued.

"we decided to be nosy and cocky and... teenagers i suppose. it was easier to forget what i would face each month when we were together."

tentatively, you asked, "did any of them come back to teach at hogwarts?"

at first, you thought you'd crossed a line, and that the professor wasn't going to reply. but he did.

"no. only one... well, maybe two, made it through the war."

"oh."

no use in saying sorry. it didn't fix the past of the future. it wasn't the expression of empathy people thought it to be, in your humble opinion.

remus sighed, "it's harder to get through a full moon alone when your accustomed to being with others for so long. make sure that doesn't happen to you, y/n, appreciate any help but acknowledge it can't be permanent, no matter what promises are made. can you promise me that?"

you didn't quite understand his desperation, but you agreed regardless, "alright, i promise."

before you left his office, he gave you another record to listen to. it had become something of a weekly tradition for him to educate you on his era of music.

music was a pretty thing. to distract, to feel, to focus.

night had fallen as you returned to your dorm room again, the silver glow of the moon casting ghostly shadows across the others shuffling around and preparing for bed.

settling into your own, you sighed as your damaged body relaxed into the sheets.

from your position, you had a view of the moon, appearing almost full, but of course you knew it was waning now.

oh beautiful moon, the child in you thought, such sorrow for something so peaceful.

taglist:

@anordinarymuse @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kingshitonly

[nightingale2004]

Wolfstar children names

Girls: The middle name would be Hope (after Remus's mother)

Athena

Selene

Selena

Celeste

Cassiopeia (Cassie/Cass)

Nova

Astrid

Danica

Lyra

Vega

Ophelia

Artemis

Laika

Chara

Octavia

Boys: middle name Alphard (after Sirius's uncle)

Cyrus

Theodore (Teddy)

Jericho

Apollo

Phoenix (gender neutral)

Regulus (if Sirius knew the truth)

Atlas

Sky (gender neutral)

Leonidas

Luke

Connor

Mason

Octavius

All I got for right now. Enjoy, and you're welcome to you wolfstar shippers

[daddiesdrarryy]

Sirius: So how’s fatherhood treating you?

Regulus: Good. I didn’t expect this much crying, though

Remus: Don’t worry, Reg, it’s normal for babies

Regulus: What? No, Harry is fine. I was talking about James

James, sobbing from the nursery: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[yourgalgremlin]

“Tell me about your fav Marauders character”

Marauders fandom:

[leavemeqlone]

Sirius: so as I was saying-

Remus: it’s too quiet in here..

James: weird

Teddy and Harry run down the stairs giggling.

James: what did you do?

Regulus from upstairs: EDWARD REMUS JOHN LYALL LUPIN AND HARRY JAMES FLEAMONT BLACK-POTTER!

Sirius: uh oh

James: What did you do?!

[chasingthestarss]

Remus: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Sirius whispering: why are there little handprints all over the walls

Harry whispering: because I have small hands

Sirius: Becuase he has small hands

[inkdrinkerworld]

Dad!remus being stuck in the middle of a cuddle pile with his girls and ‘complaining’ that he can’t escape. (He loves it. He isn’t even trying to move.)

Remus is sandwiched between his two tired babies.

You’d both had long days- your daughter, Charlie; Lottie if she was being sassy, and Charlotte Carys if she was in trouble- at prek, running around all day and doing no work was exhausting apparently, and you who had the longest 8 hours known to man.

Remus had had the day off and wasn’t as tired as the two of you and that naturally meant he was caretaker- which he adored.

Remus had helped you guys shower and change into soft jammies and then instructed, “Go lay on the sofa lovies, we’ll watch something nice, ‘kay?”

He’d returned to your daughter sucking her thumb and your eyes heavy and struggling to remain open as you looked at the tv.

“Daddy wanna cuddle,” is the demand of the littler version of you and it makes Remus smile.

“I’m coming, Charlie. Do you want warm milk?”

The two year old beside you smiles wide and makes grabby hands for the bottle with rocket-ships on them.

Remus smiles, he doesn’t think there’s ever be a moment in his entire life when he wasn’t full of love for her.

“What do I get?” You ask moodily as Remus opens the bottle and gives it to her and sits next to you.

He only pats at your bum with his free hand as you sit in his lap and you grumble; until he pulls the mug in his hand closer to you.

“S’lavender and honey,” he murmurs, only allowed a minute alone with you before your daughter climbs into his lap.

“Me too daddy.” Remus hums, helping her into his lap as well; both his hands on your backs, rubbing up and down as you both drink your warm drinks.

Remus realises a couple seconds later, when you’re both lethargic and sleepy eyed that he’s trapped under the two of you.

“Have I just become a human cushion? What if I needed the lou?” He asks the two of you, Charlie giggles and you smile.

“You’re not allowed to move daddy, you’re too comfy.”

You snicker at Remus’ appalled gasp.

“So I must just never move? What about tea? Do neither of you want something to eat?” He receives grunted ‘no’s. “What if I wanted something to eat?” He tacks on playfully.

Charlotte pulls back from his chest, “Well you should’ve made something to eat daddy. The movie is on and there’s no more moving.”

Remus smiles as she kisses his cheek and lays her head on his chest again.

“Or talking Remmy, you’ll make us miss the good parts.”

You’re not even awake for the ‘good parts.’

[lexithwrites]

young single dad remus might actually be the death of me like him being dumb and having a kid in his late teens seems so unlike him but somehow exactly what would happen to him? also its truly the last time he ever sleeps with a woman lmao

[tragicromanceftus]

the marauders fandom be like:

[reysdriver]

Late At Night | R.L.

Remus comforts you in the middle of the night when being new parents starts getting to you both — remus x fem!reader hurt/comfort

warnings: postpartum depression and exhaustion, mentions of past abuse

words: 0.8k

a/n: this got deleted idk if i did it by accident or tumblr did it but anyways its back now

You are awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of your baby girl, Olive, crying from the nursery across the hall. 

You sleepily look over to the clock on your nightstand displaying the time. 2 o'clock. Of course it is, you thought. Your daughter hasn't slept through a full night once since she was born; a trait you would love to blame on your husband, but knew you were at fault for as well. 

You let out a small, exhausted groan as you sat yourself up to go take care of your daughter. But just as you started to move, you felt your husband's strong, yet gentle hand on your shoulder.

"I'll go, love, don't worry." Remus told you. His voice was rough, and you assumed he woke up at the same time as you did. "Go back to sleep."

"Really?" You asked groggily. 

"Yeah." He said, getting up from the bed wearing an old band t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

"There's a bottle in the fridge if she's hungry." You reminded him. 

"I know." He said from the doorway. "Now, go back to sleep, love."

He walked out of your bedroom, and you could hear him cooing and speaking softly to your daughter once he got to the nursery. Feeling overwhelmed and a new rush of currently indescribable emotions wash over your mind and body, you started to sob quietly into your knees as you sat up against your bed's headrest. 

After a few minutes, your daughter's crying had stopped, and you could hear Remus' footsteps nearing your room. 

Seeing you sitting up, Remus knew that you were awake and whispered "Okay, Olive is in bed, not sleeping, but at least she stopped crying."

Then, he walked closer and noticed that you were crying now. A wave of concern for the love of his life washed over him, and he walked closer to you. 

"Oh, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked, crawling into the bed, but hesitant to touch you in your fragile state. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong." He repeated softly. 

"Why does she do this?" You asked, aimed at him, but it was really not to anyone in particular, your voice breaking with every word you spoke. "She sleeps in random, two hour bursts, and it's hardly ever at night. It's just so exhausting."

"I know it is." He said, now holding you in his arms. "I know."

"And it can't be healthy for her either, right?"

"The nice ladies at the infant wing said it was fine, remember that? And they said it'll stop soon." He whispered as he held you tightly against his chest.

You sighed, but didn't say anything in response.

"(y/n), we might need to get a house elf." He added.

The idea of having a house elf was something you discussed before getting married, and then again before Olive was born, and you decided against it both times. You had grown up watching your nasty family mistreating house elves, and knew that having one was something you definitely didn't want, and Remus was alright and accepting of that.

"No, Rem-" You began to protest before your husband cut you off.

"Honey, I know we've talked about this before, but we won't both be able to go back to work if she doesn't sleep at night. We don't really have any other options."

You continued to try and argue, though it was hard with a lump in your throat and a continuous puddle of tears threatening to leave your eyes. "Well, I could quit my job and just stay home and take care of her."

"We can't afford that right now." He said sympathetically. "Plus, you're a healer. People need you at St. Mungo's. I need you there."

You paused, still nuzzled in your husband's chest and trying to think of other options for your family.

"We don't have to treat them the way your family did." He added, seemingly reading your mind. "We'll treat them nicely and everyone will be happy. It'll be a good thing to have an extra pair of hands around the house, and it'll be good for Olivewhen she gets a little older."

You mulled over the proposal for a moment, then mumbled a small 'okay' in response. 

"Okay?" Remus confirmed, turning your body so he could see your face.

"Yeah, okay." You repeated softly, burying your face into his collarbone again.

"Good." He said, pulling the blanket over the two of you. "We can sort things out tomorrow. Goodnight."

"I love you, Remus." You said, kissing his neck softly. 

He kissed your temple and said it back to you. "I love you too." 

[soupandsimple]

THIS MADE ME THINK OF DAD!REMUS 🥹 !!

* baby daughter stepping all over Remus’s head/face while he’s still sleeping in the morning

…………….

7:13 A.M is the time that reads on your night stand clock; it’s not an alarm that has woken you up, but the cry of your baby girl, Beatrice, in the nursery across the hall. Surprisingly her cry doesn’t wake Remus which is just as well because he deserves some extra rest on this Saturday morning.

Carefully and slowly you get out of bed and go across the hallway to see Bee (as you and Rem called her at times) and change her dirty diaper real quick before taking her back over to your bedroom so the three of you could all cozy up a bit together before breakfast time.

After bringing her in, you set her down at the center of the bed as you lounge down sideways beside her with the support of your elbow. You watch as she crawls to your pillow, climbs atop of it and with the aid of the headboard, pulls herself up to stand; it was actually something she had only recently discovered she could do.

“Oh my goodness, such a big girl now aren’t you,” you coo quietly. Bee babbles something in return then continues on with her hold on the headboard and unsteadily begins walking on the mushy pillows towards Remus’s sleeping form.

“Oop, don’t wake daddy. He’s sleeping..come back to mama,” you tell Bee, who obviously doesn’t quite understand your words and goes ahead and steps up on Remus‘s head to continue her path along the headboard.

“Beatrice,” you giggle quietly.

Bee momentarily turns back at you at the call of her name but then returns to her wobbly steps over the hump that was Remus’s head.

You would have pulled her off but see Remus sleepily smiling at the rough wake up call he was being given; also it was too cute to disrupt.

“You’re just like your mother,” his sleep laced voice hums as he turns to pull Beatrice down into a cuddle at his side. Luckily Bee is used to being picked up and moved around at random at this age still so she doesn’t even protest the pull down and just happily accepts it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you say then, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“You know what it means love,” he says groggily, shutting his eyes again while Bee comfortably lays where he put her at his side, curiously eyeing the sole top button on his sleep shirt which she reaches to touch lightly with her tiny fingertips.

And yes, you did know what he meant by ‘you’re just like your mother’. He was referring to the way you’d smother his face with kisses some mornings while he still slept which in turn eventually woke him up.

“Okay, but you know you love it. Well maybe the kisses a little more than being stepped on but,” you laugh, tickling Bee’s little onesie covered foot. She kicks her foot with a giggle and smushes her face into Remus’s chest.

Remus peers down at his giggly baby and shakes his head, “No. I love them both,” he answers. “Best alarm clocks I’ve ever had,” he concludes with heart eyes to you then down at Bee. <3

[roguekassa]

remus : hey logan, wanna play 20 questions ?

logan : oh, uh, sure? what’s your favorite color?

remus : triangle! do you like boys?