#dad!remus lupin x reader

[bruisedboys]

🍓 “good girl.” With Remus

okay so I took a completely different approach on this one and did dad!remus … hope u still like it angel!! and thank you for the request 🤍

summary: yours and remus’ daughter, daisy, throws a mini tantrum. remus handles it like a champ

mum!reader 0.8k words

Yours and Remus’s daughter looks exactly like you. If you were four years old and quite a bit smaller. She’s got your eyes, your skin tone, your lovely hair. Even her nose is a carbon copy of yours. Remus would be jealous if she wasn’t so pretty. He’s always wanted a kid that looks like him, but one that looks like you is even better.

She’s got a grumpy face that’s shockingly similar to yours, too. She’s pulling it now, sitting on the kitchen bench with her legs swinging and her arms crossed, scowling at Remus so fiercely it’s almost not cute. Almost.

“Daisy girl,” he says patiently. He never wants to lose his patience with her. Ever. Even now, when he’s unhappy with her because she’d shouted at you when you were just trying to help. “You made your mum real upset, you know that?”

Daisy shakes her head vigorously and shouts, “No!”

Remus doesn’t know what she’s saying no to and isn’t sure she knows, either. He sighs.

“No what, baby?” He asks. One of Daisy’s kicking legs catches him in the thigh and he sets a hand over her knee to stop the movement. He squeezes her soft, squishy thigh gently, to let her know he’s not mad. She’s so small his fingers spread all the way to her hip.

She visibly softens under her touch. Her bottom lip wobbles. “No,” she says again, less angry and far more sad.

Daisy promptly bursts into tears. Remus’s heart cracks into a million pieces. Sure, he’s not happy about the shouting, but seeing his little girl cry never fails to break his poor heart.

It only gets worse from there. Daisy starts wailing. Remus has no choice but to scoop her up in his arms and hold her to his chest as if that will glue his heart back together.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes. He holds her with one arm under her butt while his free hand rubs small circles on her back. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Daisy cries and cries and cries. Remus knows you’re gonna appear before you do. You’re not very much stronger than him, when it comes to Daisy’s cries.

You’ve got a look on your face close to heartbreak as you appear in the kitchen doorway. Remus has a funny feeling you’ve been standing just out of sight this whole time. He meets your eyes and frowns.

“Dais,” he says softly into her ear. She’s still crying, shaking from the sobs, but she’s quieter now. She really does sound very sad. “Mummy’s back now. Did you want to say sorry?”

Daisy calms down enough to pull away slightly and look Remus in the eyes. Her face all wet and flushed, eyelashes sticking together, cheeks hot and pink. Remus doesn’t like it one bit. He uses his thumb to push away her sticky tear tracks as she nods.

“Yes,” she says hoarsely, her breaths shaky like they always are when she cries like this.

Remus smiles at her softly. “Okay, then.”

He carries her over to you and she hides in his neck on the way over. Her face is warm and wet on his skin. He can hear every little tremble in her breathing and it takes everything he has not to break down crying himself.

He encourages Daisy out of her hiding place once he’s close to you. She appears, all tear-streaked and so very sad. Remus props her higher on his hip and twists his shoulders so she’s facing you.

“Good girl,” he says to her, softly, encouraging. He strokes a thumb over her hip. “Go on.”

Daisy is quiet for a moment. Then,

“M’sorry, mummy,” she says, quiet as a mouse but so sincere it has both Remus and you smiling like idiots.

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart,” you say, never one to hold grudges. You hold your arms out for her and she goes to you immediately.

Remus watches with so much love it hurts as you wrap her up tightly and lay kiss after kiss to her head.

“It’s alright, baby,” you say sweetly. “You know I just wanted to help you, yeah?”

Daisy nods into your shoulder. Remus feels a rush of pride that at least something he’d said to her had stuck.

“I understand that I made you mad, though. I should’ve explained better.” You pull back and Daisy follows suit. You look her in the eyes and smile softly. “I’m sorry, too.”

Daisy falls right back into your chest. “That’s okay, mama.”

You smile so big Remus is sure it aches, your hand rubbing her back soothingly. You meet Remus’s eyes over Daisy’s shoulder, a look on your face that says thank you.

Remus kisses you in lieu of a you’re welcome.

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[spiderfunkz]

✧.* having wolfstar as your parents.

— pairings : wolfstar!parents x gn!reader

— words : 0.5k

— warnings : mentions of remus getting hurt at a full moon, bit of angst if you squint, pet names, fluff and fluff and fluff, (not proof read bc i'm lazy).

a/n : they have been on my mind for the last weeks. like genuinely i would sell my soul to have them as my parents, they mean the world to me. i also got a bit carried away with this whoops

sirius would spoil you death, no doubt. whatever it is you want he will get for you, a stuffed animal, books, you name it!

remus would be more strict with those type of stuff, and would also definitely warn sirius at times.

"merlin, that is the 5th stuffed animal you have bought them, that's enough."

but he's obviously not too strict either.

both sirius and remus would be fun dads!!

they would love spending time with you.

sirius would love to take you shopping, i also feel like he would like taking you and remus to museums or cafes!!

and oh, he would love taking you shopping to surprise remus.

he would continuously ask you tips on what to buy for him like,

"which flower would he like? is he a tulip or a rose type of person?"

"ooh! or maybe we should but him chocolate?"

"or maybe he would like sweaters better..."

you wouldn't mind though, you find it sweet how he would buy things for remus, a small or a big gift.

"he loves everything you give him, even if its just a rock." you would reply with a laugh.

remus would do the same for sirius.

he would take you to a near flower shop to buy sirius some flowers, and just like sirius he would ask you tips on what to buy.

"which one of these would he like? you reckon he likes roses more? should i buy him a whole bouquet of it?"

"honestly, if you were to give dad a piece of empty parchment, he would probably squeal over it and keep it forever."

oh and you would call them both dad though it gets confusing sometimes.

"dad! dad can you help me with this?"

"yes?" they would both respond.

so they let you call them "moony" and "padfoot" sometimes.

and they would call you "pup", "cub", or "wolfie" as a sweet nickname for you, or your name if you prefer that :)

anyways..

you would have both remus' and sirius' humour.

sirius' loud humour and remus' sarcastic and witty humour.

you and remus' sarcasm would confuse sirius sometimes and you two absolutely love that.

you and sirius have calendars that mark every full moon so you two would get ready and buy him his comfort food/snacks and first-aid kits in case anything happens.

you would wait inside the house as sirius tries his best to calm him down, you would past the time by setting up the snacks and first-aid kits.

and when it's done sirius would carefully set remus down on the couch as he patches him up if he gotten hurt in any way.

you would try to cheer him up by putting on some movies or just cuddling near him.

okay i feel like i'm getting carried away with this so let me just make quick points

they would absolutely support you no matter who you are.

if you were to come out to them they would support you and love you so, so much.

ooh!! and remus would cook the food in the house as sirius would set up the table. (you would have such cute dinner nights with them!!)

stargazing with sirius and reading books with remus.

you bought them a record player for their anniversary and they absolutely love it. they would slow dance almost every night since you bought it.

overall they would be the best parents you could ever ask for, they would give you their love, their affection, their everything. you are their everything <3

[amoraffairs]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: remus is unsure of whether to call you, but with encouragement from james ,sirius & mostly belle, he decides to call you.

notes: i wrote this supper fast & it’s super short. it’s basically setting up y/n & remus’s relationship. I love writing for them more than i thought I would.

part one

“Cmon Daddy, We’re late” Belle says tugging Remus hand. “We wouldn’t of been if you didn’t run of” He jokes. Belle just simply continues to pull him forward.

The father daughter duo make their way in the Potter. Belle shouting a Happy Birthday & then a demand for cake.

“Well we were waiting for you missy” Sirius says resulting in Belle sticking her young at him. Sirius shrugs innocently as he ignores Remus’ glare. Remus knowing she learned that from Sirius.

“I’m sorry Unca Siri, for being late.” Belle says repeating the words she practiced in the car with Remus.

“My favorite niece can be as late as she want.” James says picking her up & spinning her around. Belle letting out childish giggles.

“Well your favorite niece, got lost in the store today.”Belle let’s out a gasp, that he told on her.

“It’s cause I saw Unca Jamie in the store, we’ll not Unca Jamie. I thought it was you. She had the same hat as you & wore your glasses.” Belle defends.

“She’s my best friend now. She’s really pretty. Daddy thinks so too.”

“Ohh he does” James says rising her eyebrows at Remus. All stares were on him. Remus rolls his eyes at his friends actions.

“Yeah, & she gave me her number so we can hangout. Daddy is holding it for me.” Instantly his revived knowing looks from both Sirius & James.

“So when is Dad going he going to call him.” James asks Belle. “Right now!” She shouts excitedly.

“Belle, Im starting to think you like her more than me.” Sirius says in mock offensive.

“Ye—“ Belle starts to say but James covers her mouth. “She says I’m a real princess unlike you Unca Siri” Belle says her arms crossing over each other in annoyance.

“I said it one time & I was joking.” Sirius defends.

“Ok, you two. You need to separate before it gets ugly. Hey Belle, you want to help Lily get the cake.” James says & Belle runs to this kitchen excited for cake.

“So Moony you going to call her.” James asks a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t start.”Remus says.

“Cmon Moony, what’s there to think about. You haven’t gone on a date since ‘she who must not be named’ left.” Sirius tells him, his words carefully.

Remus winces, physical winces. The subject of Belle’s mother was still tough for him. She left when Belle was one, only leaving a note.

“I don’t know.”Remus shrugs. “What’s the harm in just calling her. Let Belle have her play date & get to know her.” James compromises.

“Maybe..” Remus starts by is interrupted by the sound of happy birthday, as cake came.

You sit in your small bedroom apartment. The sound of your phone ringing draws you out of the book you were reading.

“Hi is this Y/N. I’m Remus from the store with my daughter—“ You hear Remus start to say but not before another voice interrupting him.

“Is that Y/N. Let me talk to her. Please. Can I talk to her please.” You recognize the voice as Belle & you smile at the thought she really wants to talk to you.

“Hold on bug.” You hear Remus tell her. “Hi, Remus” You finally tell him.

“Belle was wondering if you’d want to hang out with her-“ “tomorrow” “Bug tomorrow too short notice, how about in a week—“

“I could do tomorrow” You say hoping to stop an argument. You hear a cheer from the phone. Belle’s voice.

“Great. Belle want to show you her castle, she made. Is one at our house ok.” Remus tells you.

“It’s perfect” “I’ll send you the directions” You hang up, with a smile on your face.

You know on the door of the Lupin house.

“It’s Y/N. I’ll get it.” “Belle don’t open the door without knowing who it is” You hear the father duo from inside the house.

“Y/N is it you” Belle shouts on the other side of the door. Once you say yes, the door opens.

The door opens to reveal Belle. She’s in another yellow dress. This time a replica of the cartoon princess Belle.

She runs up to hug you & you lift her up so you are carrying her. “How are you, princess.”

Remus runs up to the door in an attempt to stop belle from opening the door, only to be too late.

“I asked who it was this time,Daddy” Belle says in attempt to defend my self.

Remus eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N” You give me a smile in return.

“Come look at my castle. Daddy made it for me because I passed my test.” Belle tells you jumping down from your hold & running into the house. In an attempt to get her Castle ready.

Remus invites you in the home, & you wait in the Lupin living room. Given strict instructions from the five year old not to look yet.

“I never properly thanked you for finding Belle. I couldn’t imagine if you weren’t there.” Full sincerity in his voice.

“Technically she found me.” You both let out a laugh.

“You read?” You ask pointing to the bookshelf stuffed with books.

“Yeah, but as much as would like to recently.” You let out a knowing nod. “I’ve been halfway through the Bell Jar for weeks.”

“If you ever need a new book, you can borrow any of mine.” Remus shyly says.

“I might take you up on that offer, you practically have a whole library.” Remus lets out a genuine laugh. Remus goes to say something before Belle’s voice interrupts him.

“Come look at my Castle Y/N. You can come live it it too.” Belle says appearing next to you, dragging you toward her room.

Remus smiles at your retreating figure. Maybe Sirius & James were right.

[reysdriver]

Exit Stage Right | R.L

You and your daughter miss Remus while he's performing for a stadium of fans, so much that you have to see him before the concert is over — dad!rockstar!remus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little angsty if you squint rlly hard, but nothing else

words: 2.4k

a/n: I promised rockstar!remus a while ago, but I've been to 2 concerts in the last 2 weeks, which just so happens to be finals season, so I've been simultaneously busy as hell and itching to write this. I hope you like how it turned out!

Your daughter Olive was no stranger to loud noises. 

Remus had a room to practise drumming in your house, it’s normal to encounter a chaotic mess of fans and paparazzi when you left the house as a family, and she just about had the loudest uncles in the world. Though you tried to limit the amount of noise she took in, Olive’s little ears had definitely adapted to her hectic little life. 

But all that noise in her daily life was no match for a rock concert in a sold-out stadium. Those decibel levels would for sure be far too high for her little ears to handle.

It wasn’t as easy of a decision on what you should do with her tonight, though. You were getting cabin fever with all the identical hotel rooms you’ve been living in while The Marauders were on their tour, and you suspected Olive was in the same boat. 

So, you decided to go back to the old days when the band first started going on long tours, when you would stay in the dressing room for the length of the performance. You and Remus figured it would be soundproof enough backstage, but you still insisted on pulling out the baby headphones you had bought just in case before she was even born. You were only planning on using them if it got especially loud backstage, yet you tried them on anyway. 

They were massive on her, but they kept her safe and happy. Plus, she was pretty damn adorable with them on—not that she wasn’t all the time, but definitely cuter than normal with those giant headphones. 

Waiting for the show to start, Remus bounced Olive on his lap while you watched the rest of the guys run through their current individual pre-show rituals. 

It had been quite a while since you’ve been backstage with the band right before a show, and you honestly forgot how entertaining it was. 

James was trying to solve the same Rubik’s cube he’s been working on for years to warm up his fingers, Peter was doing the daily crossword in the local newspaper, and Sirius was trying to multitask by doing his vocal warmups and his makeup at the same time. 

It was really a terrible combination of tasks, as Sirius kept on messing up his eyeliner and then trying to suppress his favourite swear words for your daughter’s sake. 

You wanted to tell him off, but it was really too fun to watch for you to intervene.

A minute or so after Sirius finally finished his look, the boys’ manager knocked on the dressing room door and reminded them that they have to go on stage soon. 

Remus thanked him, and the guys all started getting ready to go. He kept Olive in his arms for as long as he could, until it was just the three of you in the room after everyone was already headed to the stage. 

When he finally had to let her go, Remus made sure he gave you both a proper goodbye. 

“I’ll be back soon. Just over 2 hours, then we can all go home.” He kissed you softly, but deeply. He always does this as a way of saying goodbye, kissing you like he might never do it again, but he doesn’t want you to think about it. 

When his lips left yours and he slouched down to blow a raspberry on Olive’s tummy, you sighed quietly. “A hotel, not home.” 

He looked at you sympathetically as he collected his drumsticks from the table beside you and stored them in his back pocket for the time being. 

“Isn’t home anywhere where we’re all together?” He said, trying to lift your spirits. “But we’ll be home home soon enough. And I won’t be on tour again for a while, and we can be all together as much as we want.”

That did make you feel better. Even though you loved that Remus was living his dream with his best friends and giving you and Olive a great life, it did get stressful from time to time. 

Privacy violations by paparazzi and media outlets, insecurity that sometimes got the best of you on both sides of the relationship, and of course, The Marauders going on world tours that were fun, but still somewhat torture. They made it so you had to choose between leaving home for months, or being away from Remus—not that there was any difference between those two. 

You didn’t want to get emotional right when Remus had to go perform, so you smiled and reminded him that it was time for you to part ways for the evening. 

“They’re waiting for you out there.” 

A grin graced your husband’s face. “They can wait a little longer.” 

“They paid to see you.” You reminded him. 

“And I'll personally refund all of them if I don't go out.” 

“Then we'll be out of money, and we'll both have to get new jobs and we'll never have any time with just the three of us.”

Remus pretended to think over your point for a second. “You’re right. I guess I have to go out and perform, then.”

“Put on a good show, honey. We'll see you soon.” 

While saying goodbye to him, you raised Olive’s arm so you could wave at Remus for her as he walked out of the dressing room. Her face was already forming a pout when she watched her dad leave to go do his job, but you wouldn’t let that morph into anything more. 

You turned her around so you could both look at each other, then you pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“None of that, sweetheart. We’ll see him again in no time.” 

Laying her down beside you on the couch, you reach down into the baby bag you never go anywhere without and pick out some of her favourite toys from their specific pocket; hopefully those will keep her distracted and happy. 

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The toys didn’t work as well as you thought they would. They kept Olive busy for about an hour, but she seemed to snap out of her happy baby daze out of nowhere. 

She started crying and nothing was working to calm her down. She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t need to be changed, and nothing you had brought for this very reason was working. 

You knew the only thing that could quell her upset was outside and on the stage, playing drums for a stadium of fans. But even though she and Remus both wished they could spend all hours of the day together, you just didn’t know how that could work.  

And then you remembered the headphones. 

The sound backstage hadn’t been that loud at all while The Marauders were playing, so you honestly hadn’t thought about them since you and Remus packed them before you left the hotel. 

But this could work. You could use them to help both you and Olive right now. So that’s what you did.

You dug through your bag and pulled the noise-cancelling headphones from the bottom of the bag, where they had sat untouched for the longest time. After picking them up with a tiny ‘aha’, you smiled at your daughter and told her that she would soon be seeing her dad. 

She had calmed down somewhat due to the mere mention of Remus, but she was still wailing in your arms. You bounced her lightly while you walked down the halls of the stadium. 

“It’s okay, honey.” You cooed at Olive, despite the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing. “You’re gonna tire yourself out and fall asleep before you even get to see Daddy. We don’t want that, do we?”

Although, maybe her crying herself to sleep wouldn’t be so bad. 

It still wasn’t an option in your mind. Your daughter wanted to see her dad, so over to Remus you’ll go. 

Once you got to the stage door, a burly security guard gave you a questioning look. You supposed he wasn’t used to a woman and a baby wanting to go into the wings during a rock concert. But he was just there to do his job, not judge, so he let you through when you showed him your ID. 

You kept checking Olive’s face to see her expressions and gauge if everything was too loud for her. Her look didn’t deviate from the bothered expression her face took on when you started walking with her, so you assumed the headphones were cancelling out the noise, just as they were made for. 

Nobody who was working backstage seemed to mind you being there, so you found an extra stool in a dark corner and pulled it so you could sit and watch the band. 

Based just on how Olive was moving in your arms, you knew she had spotted her dad behind the cymbals he was smashing across the stage. Pointing towards Remus, you whispered to her again even though she couldn’t hear you. “Look! Who’s that? Who’s over there?”

She seemed to be cheered up enough just from seeing Remus, so your hypothesis was proven correct. Things were shaping up to be a good night. 

You swayed and headbanged—as lightly as possible—since just because Olive couldn’t enjoy the loud music doesn’t mean you had to ignore it too. 

The current song ended, and James was talking to the crowd while Sirius drank some much-needed water after all that singing. While taking a swig, the two familiar faces in the wings of the stage caught his eye, and he just had to share what he was seeing with the drummer. 

He practically skipped over to Remus, who was also catching his breath from performing and pointed you out. Your husband’s eyes scanned the area until he found you, and his face immediately broke out into a smile—and so did your daughter’s. 

Back in the dressing room, you were hesitant if you should leave at all or if you should just wait out Olive’s tantrum, but the matching looks on your husband and daughter’s faces right now was proof that you made the right decision. 

Olive made grabby hands towards her dad across the stage, and Remus waved right back and blew a kiss in your direction. You weren’t quite sure if it was aimed at you or your little girl, but it made you blush either way. 

He pointed to the setlist taped to the ground beside him and hid his hand behind his bass drum so the audience wouldn’t see his gesture; he held up three fingers to let you know there would be three more songs until he could get up and give you two his full attention. You knew they would most definitely be doing an encore after they finished, but at least they could all have a small break after the main show.  

You nodded to show him you understood, but his attention was already grabbed back by James giving him the sign that it was time to get back into the music. Not even taking more than a second to prepare, Remus was back in the groove and started playing the next song on the list, effortlessly and perfectly. 

The last few songs of the main set were some of your favourites from the band’s discography, but you had to admit that you couldn’t enjoy them as much as you usually would. 

It was mainly because you were somewhat scared of an impending mood swing out of your daughter now that her father’s attention had left her, but also because these three songs were standing in between you and your husband like a brick wall right now. You just had to remind yourself that once they hit that last note and said their goodbyes to the crowd, that wall would be temporarily smashed once more. 

But now, they were at the end of the concert. The crowd was cheering like they just had the best night of their lives—you don’t doubt that they did—and Remus was throwing his sticks into the sea of hands desperate for a morsel of The Marauders. 

His rockstar persona was dropped the second those drumsticks left his hands, and he was rushing to the wings to be with you and Olive, a wide smile strung across his cheeks.

 He pulled you two out into the hall so the crowd’s noise could be in the background. He knew they would be cheering for an encore in a minute; as much as he loved that sound, he would rather hear you. 

“She was getting pretty fussy and I knew you were the only thing that would calm her down.” You explained to Remus before he could even ask. 

You were afraid he would be upset with you bringing her outside of the dressing room, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He gently took Olive from your arms and cooed over her. 

“You missed me so much you dragged your mum out here so you could see me, huh?” Remus asked her. “You know I missed you too, princess. Both of you.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should get the guys to shorten the setlist so you aren’t away from us for too long, then.”

He didn’t respond, but you know that he had brought up the idea of shorter tours to the others now that he and James were both fathers. 

You watched lovingly as Remus kept moving Olive’s hand away from the glitter on his face that she was so desirous to touch. You wished you all could stay in this moment forever, but the audience’s chants for an encore were getting louder and louder and you knew the scene in front of you couldn’t last much longer. 

Right on schedule, James strutted up and tapped Remus on the shoulder with a brand new pair of drumsticks. 

“We’ve gotta go back out there, mate. Time to part ways with your girls once again.”

Remus wouldn’t put up a fight. He handed Olive back to you and blew one more kiss at you two as a goodbye.

The doors opened and a cacophony of fan cheers hit your ears. It was a lot, but it just reminded you that all those people were waiting for your husband, so you could wait a few more minutes. 

Just two final songs, then you could all go home.

[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

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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

[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.

[thefearedashantis]

Dirty Laundry and Brown Sugar Oats

Pairing: Sirius Black x SAHM! Reader (stay at home mom)

Summary: You’ve had a very busy weekend

Word count: 1.5K

Warning: skipping meals

This weekend had been one from hell. Filled with celebratory moments, but from hell none the less. It started on Friday morning with the primary schools’ spring production. Claire’s class was participating with a little dance routine. Lots of classroom mothers were signing up to assist with corralling the children throughout the day and your youngest daughter had begged you too as well. In her own words “all you do is stay home anyway”.

You weren’t sure what to do with Emmerson at first but Lily had offered to watch him for a few hours, claiming it a perfect opportunity for he and Harry to have a play date. You were extremely grateful. He wouldn’t cause her any trouble. The only person he fussed with was you.

From eight in the morning to five in the evening you were swimming in kindergarteners. Bathroom trains, fixing hair, changing into costumes, breaking up arguments, forcing a quick nap time, practice, and then comforting the snifflers once the performance actually started. The ones that attempted to leap from the stage in a wash of tears, grabby hands extended.

Then Amelia had her spelling bee on Saturday morning. As soon as you'd gotten back with Claire, cleaned her up and made dinner you were off to test Lia on her words. She wouldn’t allow you to stop until she was free of mistakes and hesitance. She didn’t win, but she was abundantly proud of herself for giving it a shot. As were you and Sirius.

Emmy had his doctor’s appointment that same afternoon for some blood testing. He'd been falling ill a lot recently and you thought it couldn't hurt to do a full check up to see if everything was alright. A fresh scratch now pulsed under your eye as evidence of his struggle. And then from there you had to rush to get Lia to her soccer practice, take Claire to ballet and run a few errands around town. You'd spent that night tailoring some of Sirius formal shirts for a few meetings he had coming up in the week.

Sunday morning Remus as well as Lily, James and Harry came over for breakfast. You’d gone all out in preparation. The downside being once you were done you had no interest in the spread of food you’d prepared.

Now it was Sunday evening, the sun only just beginning to dip below the horizon. You’d just managed to get Emmy fed and settled to watch a few minutes of Tv. Lia is at the counter finishing up some homework and Claire is crowding you. Swerving around your legs, just as high as she’d been all weekend on excitement. Every second of every day from the moment she opened her eyes to the moment she closed them it was just demands that you stop whatever you were doing to watch her. For her to perform the same sequence of moves you’d watched her do on stage as if you hadn’t been paying attention then. And again, the other thousands of times she'd done it since.

She bumps herself into your legs from behind sending you stumbling.

“Mom you aren’t watching!”

The laundry basket in your hand tips, bulging with the dirty clothes you’d been putting off washing. A jumble of socks falls from it to the tiled floor. It takes everything in you not to snap, instead closing your eyes for a beat, breathing in and out before bending to reach for them. When you’re suddenly hit with the feeling of the ground shifting. Your vision blurs and your heart gives a painful stutter. An overwhelming ringing pingpongs between your ears and your mind grates to a halt. Where were you? What had you been doing a second ago?

Small hands press into your back. You’ve sat on the ground. The plastic of the basket still slippery in your hold where it rests atop your extended legs. You feel hot. Your stomach is cramping.

A shadow falls across you from above. You force your wavering gaze up to meet Lia’s face leaned over the countertop, frowning and squinting at you. “Mom?”

Claire screams, much too close your ears, her fist pounding into your spine. “You have to watch me! Look! Look!”

“Claire, stop it!” Lia scolds. She hops down from the stool and comes around to stand in front of you. You stare straight ahead at her blue sleep shorts before she squats down to grab at your face.

“Mommy?”

The haze over your mind begins to clear when she squishes at your cheeks gently “I’m fine sweets.” Resting the basket to the side you cover her hands with your own, struggling to swallow around your dry mouth “Just lost my balance there”

Claire mashes her chin into your shoulder, pressing her own cheek against both of your hands “You’re so clumsy sometimes.”

Lia’s still frowning; her eyes a little glassy. She watches you for another beat before bolting upright “I’m going to get dad.”

You pull her back to you in a panic “No! Lia I’m fine.”

Sirius was outside doing some yardwork. Things you’d been asking him to get to for months now. That’s where he’d spent most of his weekend and it made you feel like a bit of a nag. You don’t want to bother him anymore. Especially not for something so minor.

Lia jerks her hand from yours, sprinting for the front door shouting for Sirius.

In the meantime, you shift yourself slowly to rest your back against the cabinets. The effort of it has you breaking a small sweat. Your hands shake as you set the laundry aside.

“Are you sick?” Claire asks, collecting the dropped socks and plopping them into the basket. She presses her hand to your forehead checking for warmth.

“No Clair bear.” But she won’t take that as an answer of course so before she can scuttle off in search of the thermometer you redirect her attention. “Do you think Emmy would like to watch your performance?”

Her eyes light up “You’re right! I haven’t shown him yet.” She leaves you behind, completely forgotten, in search of your youngest. Seated on his playmat in the living room and occupied by the puppets moving across the television screen.

Time seems to jump between a long blink to rest your eyes and reopening them to find Sirius kneeled in front of you. Hair tied up atop his head, collar of his shirt dark and dampened. A smudge of dirt slashes across his cheek. A calm smile spreading his lips. “Are you cozy down here love?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You smell sweaty.”

“Lia, can you get mom a glass of water please?” You hadn’t even noticed her hanging back in the archway, standing so still and quiet with her hands clasped together. She goes without a word.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I can’t get up.” You’d plummet right back down to the ground if you tried.

Lia returns with your water. Sirius takes it from her with a small thank you before cupping your chin. With nimble fingers he tilts your head back slightly, pressing the chilled glass to your cracked lips. “Drink, slowly” He waits for you to down half the glass before setting it aside, watching you intently.

“What did you guys have for lunch? Maybe it didn’t agree with you.”

“We had peanut butter and jelly. Mom didn’t eat any though.” Lia answers 

“And you didn’t have any breakfast this morning my love. Did you eat at all today?”

In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time something of substance passed your lips, food or drink. When your days edged more on the hectic side, you’d sometimes forget they were necessities. A horrible habit you never managed to break.

Sirius reads this in your expression. He frowns disapprovingly at you. “When was the last time you ate something? Not random scraps, a whole meal”

“Breakfast Friday morning” and even that had only been a slice of buttered toast. You were running solely on the clementine you’d swiped from one of Claires classmates, a handful of nuts, and a half cup of tea somewhere else in there.   

“Is she going to be alright?” Lia has sat herself beside you, picking at her fingers anxiously as her eyes rack your body from head to toe. You feel a tinge of shame run through you then. To cause her such worry with your bad habits.

Sirius removes one of the rings from his finger and slides it onto one of hers. It’s far too big but it provides a nice distraction as she spins it absentmindedly around the digit. “Mom hasn’t been nourishing her body properly but she’ll be right as rain once we get some food into her.”

“Are you ready to get up?” he asks you.  

“No” you answer honestly. The room is still spinning.

Smiling reassuringly, he instead makes whispered conversation with Lia, asking what they should feed you. “Something light to not upset her stomach”

“That special ginger tea she gave me when i was sick last week.” 

“What else?”

“Brown sugar oats?” She glances at you for approval “You love oats. With some honey on top?”

“Delicious. Why don’t you go fill the kettle while I help mom to the table.” 

Once she’s gone Sirius turns back to you. He runs his hands up and down your bare legs, refusing to meet your gaze now. “Trying to give me a heart attack, are you?” he grumbles “Lia came outside frantic and I was sure the worst had happened” he pinches you on the thigh. Not particularly hard but enough to convey his upset.  

“Ow”

He soothes it with a kiss “You have to stop skipping meals like that. You have to stay strong and healthy so we can be together until we’re old and gray and Claire ships us off to a retirement home.” 

A laugh startles out of you “Lia would definitely let me live with her. Emmy might be kind enough to house you.”

The laughter dies, a cloud of seriousness rolling in to dampen it.

“Promise me” He must really be fed up with you.

“I’ve been working on it. Time just slipped through my hands this weekend.”

“Promise me” he pushes again.

You sigh, feigning annoyance at the dramatics you so enjoy when he forcibly links your pinky fingers together “I promise.”

“Great!” It’s slow going, but he gets you up off the floor and to the counter “Lia how about we cut up some fruit to go with that?”  

[pray4saint]

Daughter!reader meeting Sirius in Azkaban for the first time ever. Bonus points if Remus tags along because as her godfather he’s protective.

seeing dad!sirius in azkaban for the first time

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. angst. comfort. semi-implied wolfstar. caretaker!remus. uncle/dad figure!remus.

”you know we don't have to go sunshine, he'll be alright.” you twiddled your thumbs, taking a deep breath as remus tried for the fourth time in twenty minutes to reassure you.

it'd been almost a year since you'd seen your father and you'd been in remus' care, and despite how unsure you were that remus had forgiven him for what happened, he'd insisted that anytime you wanted to see your dad you could.

”i want to see him.” remus raised a brow at you. ”i need to see him, please rem.” it was more than you wanted to say but the entire time sirius black had been locked up you had never mentioned missing your father. of course remus knew better, anyone who had a dad like sirius would miss him, which is why it was so hard to believe what he'd done.

remus turned away from you, hand on your shoulder, nodding to the gaurd. the gaurd opened the door and you walked through, remus trailing closely behind you.

the room you entered was dark, a couple of gaurds around, a few dimly lit candles here and there, the strong stench of people rotting, and standing up at a table about fifteen feet from you, sirius black. he looked like he had lost some weight, that much was obvious. as you got closer though, you could see the bags under his eyes, the new wrinkles that had appeared around his eyes and forehead, now his smile was weak and he looked unwell.

from across the table, despite how horrible weak he looked, his eyes still glimmered when he looked at you, full of love. ”hi sunshine.” even his voice was different, more hoarse, drier. ”hi dad.” you both sat down and remus pulled up a chair close to you. ”hi remus.” your father gave the man beside you a crooked grin however he wasn't met with a verbal response, only a nod and low grunt of recognition.

in a matter of minutes, talking about how school was going, watching your father listen with such intent and interest, it took everything in you not to cry. he genuinely looked so happy to see you and a little part of you wished you'd come to see him sooner, but then again it felt like a huge favour to ask of remus.

”is anything else going on?” sirius smiled at you, his hand nervously playing with the rest of his fingers. ”no, not really. but i do miss you dad.” you slowly reached your hand out, palm up, looking around at the gaurds. sirius' hand was shaky as it reached for yours. once his hand was in yours, you squeezed, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes when he squeezed back. ”i miss you more sunshine.” his smile looks more genuine, bigger, as if he's finally been set free.

remus taps your shoulder. ”y/n we've gotta get goin' pumpkin.” he whispers the words, and you turn to him. he can see how the tears threaten to leave your eyes, your cheeks already pink. you don't even get a chance to respond before he speaks again. ”i can give you a few more minutes, but really, we've got to get home. marls is bringing soup for dinner, remember?” you nod and he smiles at you.

”five minutes.” one of the gaurds behind you gives the warning and all of a sudden you're aware of the time. you wipe at your eyes, ”fuck, dad i need more time.” he kisses your hand, ”i know princess.”

”can i have a hug dad?” the words, almost breathless, cause your father's eyes to brighten and all of a sudden he's up and walking around the table to you, kneeling down so he can wrap his arms around you. with your head in his neck, you finally let the tears fall, as does he. ”i love you so much sunshine.” you only sob harder against his hair and he squeezes you closer to his chest. ”you've gotta go now.” he pulls away, wiping away at your tears while you wipe at his.

hesitantly, you let go, trying to pull your remaining tears back into your eyes. ”i love you dad.” he nods at you with a smile, the same weak smile he had at the start of the visit. you turn around in your seat and nod to remus.

on your way out of the room, remus stopped you and turned back to your father. ”you know,” sirius' head snaps up to remus and you give him a confused look. ”it was good to see you pads.”

”you too moons.” you smile, although the origin of the nicknames is just as lost on you as it always has been.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[lilacsbeeswax]

Kids with the Marauders (Minus Peter)

!!Reader can give birth!!

——-

James

I think that he would want a crazy amount of kids (six, seven, maybe even eight

After he watched the birth of your first born he was appalled

“Never mind, I will never, ever ask you to do that again!”

He probably cried more than you

He’s just the sweetest father ever

After you two had your decided about of kids (Let’s say 3ish) and the kids all left for school or on visits to his parents, he would sigh and say, “Do you want another? We could adopt!”

I could see him having 2 or 3 girls and 1 boy

Would teach them how to be just as cheeky as he was as a kid

When he got home from a late shift at work he would walk in and crush his kids with cuddles

Spoils the absolute shit out of your kids

“James, they have to learn that they can’t have everything they want.” “But, look at their little faces! I could never say no to such adorable things!”

Does everything for you and the kids no matter what

Overall, he is the sweetest most wonderful dad in the universe

——-

Remus

Was very nervous about having kids due to his condition

Not because they could inherit it, but because he thought he would hurt them

But, deep down he wanted them, and he saw how much you did too

You had two twin boys and Remus couldn’t have been happier

He read to them even when they were too small to understand

He teaches the boys to be the best people they could be

He would become a stay-at-home dad to care for them while you worked

The boys would make you breakfast in bed and had dinner prepared for you every night

Would hold you at night and whisper into your ear, “thank you for accepting me for who I am and giving me our boys. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

——-

Sirius

I don’t think that the two of you ever planned on having kids, but when the pregnancy test came back positive, Sirius (granted after the shock wore off) was over the moon

After the birth of your baby girl, the smile on his face never faded

He loved dressing her up in little leather jackets and the trendiest outfits possible

As she grew up you could definitely tell Sirius was her father

She was sassy and couldn’t take anything seriously

She and James’ kids were the best of friends, running around pranking their parents and uncles anytime they saw them (especially Uncle Regulus)

Sirius and his daughter were an unstoppable team, ready to take on any obstacle in their path of destruction

As you two watched your daughter run around in the yard, Sirius looked at you

“What?” You giggled, leaning forward and kissing him.

“I am just so very lucky to have my girls,” he said as he brought you into a hug. Suddenly, you felt two little arms wrap around your legs. “I’m finally home,” he whispered.

——-

[mrkeatingsblazer]

I saw this little place when I was coming home from Uni the other day

Can’t help but imagine a world were Remus Lupin owned a little restaurant and bar on Nassau street Dublin

[pamelasmuse]

You Are In Love

Dbf!James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught in the shower with James.

Warnings: Light smut, angst and like fluff. Also not proofread.

A/N: This is based of a childhood movie of mine. Can anyone guess it? (Hint it is 2 words and starts with J) Also you are so lucky this fic saw the light of day bc the 1st time I wrote it I didn’t save it and the 2nd time I deleted it on accident.

You felt like you were in a dream. Something you had fantasized about for months now. Not having to hide. Your dads would hate to see you with someone older, not to mention someone married, and that someone was their best friend James Potter.

Your dads were in London with Harry and James wife (soon to be ex) was in Scotland. So you had absolutely nothing to worry about. You were so happy so happy you could finally date like a normal 19-year-old.

you smile and look down at the pink milkshake in front of you. Breakfast was your favorite meal, because you could order super sugary items.

“How is your childish breakfast?” he asks, you smile at him. “ you better be careful who you’re calling a child, James because if I recall correctly, you were inside me less than 30 minutes ago.” You pause for dramatic affect. “ I’m pretty sure that’s against the law.” Now you’re the one smiling

James is a little embarrassed, but he takes it in good fun. You motion to his matching strawberry milkshake. “ if mine is so childish, then why did you order one?” James looks down and smiles.

“ because I know you.” he stops. “ I know that you wanted a milkshake for breakfast and that you wouldn’t order one if I didn’t order one.” Your heart swells with love and happiness that you have finally found someone who gets you who loves you.

“Aw thank you” you smile you look at him for a while just memorizing his face thinking about how amazing he is “daddy” you add. Now it’s James turn to react his face is red with embarrassment and he’s coughing.

It wasn’t a uncommon for you to call him daddy, but it was in common for you to call him that outside of the bedroom. “ not here.” he warned gone with his loveing tone now it was replaced by a stern mean man you didn’t know

“ I’m sorry daddy” you smiled. To anyone passing by it just seems like an innocent smile, but James knew you, and he knew that you were starting some thing. Just then the waitress came over and in that same movement you had slipped off your shoes and one of your feet had started running up the seem of James pants.

James can think straight maybe that was the lack of blood circulating his brain since it all had bled to his lower half. “ did we enjoy everything” you and James nodded to the lady. He handed her some cash, his hands shaking, because at that moment you’re toe had touched the tip of his boner

“ keep the change” James yelled just wanted to get out of there. And she turned around he got up. “ come on.” He yelled at you. When you finally stood up, he grabbed your forearm pushing you towards the door.

“Ow that hurts” you whined. James laying down breathing into your ear. “ well, maybe you should’ve thought about that, princess because now I think you need punished.” You tried to hide your smile as he escorted you out.

* * *

When you had finally reached James and Lili’s townhouse, he pushed you inside, and then the door was shut he push you against it. His lips immediately attacked yours. It’s like he was sucking your air.

He began to kiss down your neck until he reached your(his) shirt, he pulled it off quickly, revealing the pink bra you had worn the night before. It was a surprise for him a surprise, and a thank you for having the house to yourself, and it made him harder

He kissed on your chest until he got to the top of your boobs, then undud your bra. He sucked on your nipple, causing a few moans. You pulled back for a second pulling off his shirt.

He grabbed your hips. Pulling you in and kiss you harder. “ this isn’t much of a punishment.” You quip he looks down at you smiling. “ I promise princess we will get to that.”

He starts to push you towards the stairs. You are halfway up when he finally discard his pants. Then you start to work on yours. But then you hear the door knob start jingle and you here, an all to familiar voice.

“ James” you hear your dad yell. You look at James your face panicked. You start to run up the stairs but you trip on your jeans James picks you up rushing you to the nearest room.

When you are safe in side, you start to listen. You can hear your dad mumble probably confused why there are so many clothes on the ground. But then you hear a smaller voice.Harry.

And finally you can hear your dad “ why don’t you run upstairs and use the bathroom, then we will go.” You look like a James finally surveying the room, you are in, the bathroom.

“ he’s going to come in here” you whisper yell at James. He was thinking quick he moved you into the shower. “ What are you doing?” James hurried in with you. He put a a finger over your mouth, his hands snaked behind you turning on the water. You try to protest but he kisses you to keep you quiet.

He finally pulls back “ we’re just gonna pretend I’m taking a shower”. He winks you. It feels like an eternity when you finally here a little knock. “Daddy?” You hear little Harry say. “Yes?” James calls out. “ I need to use the restroom.” Harry says.

“ OK son just hurry.” James says he looks down at you and your soaked clothes. Any smiles you hear Harry open the door and lift up the toilet. He does his business and Just then James calls out “don’t flush” but it’s too late he’s already done it in a matter of seconds you can feel the burning hot water hit your back

“Ow fuck” you scream out. James hurries and put his hands over your mouth pleading with you Harry stand back, looking at the shower curtain. “Daddy? Is mommy in there?” James is frantic, trying to think of what to do.

“No just me” he yells back. He shakes his head and walks to the curtain trying to open it you quickly try to pull it back, but it’s no use. Harry Pulls it open, revealing his dad in boxers and you in just jeans. You quickly cover your chest.

Just standing here knock on the bathroom door as if this couldn’t get any more mortifying and awkward. “ come on Harry we don’t have all day.” And then you hear the door open near met with your father is modified look as he sees you, his little girl with his best friend. 

❤️😭😬⚠️

[starstruckwillows]

a beautiful way — cedric diggory ♡

requested by anon<3

cedric diggory x reader, ready is a bit ditzy/strange like luna, fluff, lupin!reader, dad!remus, this is short i’m sorry

cedric simps for ten paragraphs

cedric was perfectly content to spend late saturday afternoons with you leaning against his chest in a tree, somewhere on the grounds of hogwarts. he was perfectly content to watch the warm sunset illuminate your features at a slanted angle. he was perfectly content to talk, or be silent, whichever you preferred.

“do you think i’m strange?” there was no insecurity behind your question, he could hear that.

it was a genuine pondering of yours, a whimsical thought that entered your pretty head, and cedric knew it wasn’t an insult to reply, “a little. in the most beautiful way, of course.”

you smiled lightly, “of course.”

there were specks of paint crusted onto your jeans which you flicked at with only a half present mind. your heart beat was synced with the boy behind you; your breath was steady as his.

an amber leaf fluttered onto your open palm. you’d seen it coming.

“i like you.”

you laughed, leaning back, “i thought you loved me.” again, there were no sadder undertones. just teasing.

cedric blinked a little too slowly, a little too comfortable, “i do. i love you, but i like you too.”

murmuring against his lips as you shifted to kiss him, “i’m glad. it’s very much mutual.”

that afternoon stretched into the night, as did many gone by and many to come. there was a certain angelic quality to the relationship you shared with cedric diggory. it wasn’t always soft and smooth, nothing ever was, but the two of you were like nectar. something golden.

a night spent in your poor father’s office, grey streaks further marring his hair with the ever present stress of living, you asked him a question of your own.

“do you think cedric loves me, dad?”

remus put down his quill, “do you doubt it?”

“no. i just want to know what you think.”

“i think you are the sun of that boy’s life. you love the sun?”

you nodded sagely, “of course.”

your dad smiled, “there you are then.”

🏷️ — @faeriieblush @it-be-me-ella

[turvi]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a George Weasley x reader where she's Harry's ago and either Remus or Sirius daughter? Thank you (:

Hope you like this. Both Remus and Sirius are fathers.

Warning: Kissing, Dramatic Sirius

Y/n woke feeling excited to spend summer vacation with the Weasleys. Her parents were alright about it in fact they were looking forward to spending some quality time alone. Because of the war, they were forced to stay apart for nearly a decade. 

“Good Morning Love” Sirius greeted you from the kitchen. 

“Good morning pops” she wished him as he laid her breakfast in front of her and kissed her temple. 

“Did you sleep well?” 

“Yes father” 

“Don’t call me that it makes me sound… old” He gasped 

“You are old” she replied with a smirk 

He sniffed again “take that back” 

By now Remus was also up from all the commotion. He silently went up to Sirius and hugged him while he was busy arguing with Y/n about how he was not old. 

“Don’t you guys have better things to do than bicker?” Remus groaned into Sirius’ neck 

“It gives a kickstart to our morning” Sirius replied his lover handing his breakfast 

“You need hobbies both of you” 

“Good morning Papa” Y/n wished Remus with a bright smile 

“Good morning pumpkin, have you packed everything?” He asked ever the concerned parent. 

“Yes. And checked twice too like you always say.” 

“Do you really have to go pumpkin? Our home is going to feel so empty without you” Sirius gave his best puppy eyes that always used to work in his favor. 

“Pops not this again please” she got up to get her bags from her room. She loved spending time with her parents and cherished their moments together after the war she gained a new perspective on life. This is the reason she decided to spend her break at the Burrow. 

“Has Harry reached there?” Sirius asked helping her with her luggage. 

“Yeah everyone is there except for me” 

“Yes stick with him those twins are always up to something mischievous” Sirius shivered remembering the last time twins were at their home and played a prank on Sirius. 

“Hmm, but they feel a bit familiar to me” she smirked at her father who was trying to process her words.

Before she could leave someone came stumbling out of the fireplace. Remus got up to see it was George. 

“Hey, Darling” George practically sprinted towards Y/n ignoring the glares of Sirius Black. He embraced her and twirled her around but was immediately interrupted by Sirius. 

“Unhand her you dunderhead” 

George carefully put y/n down and took her luggage “It was nice meeting you Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin, we will see you soon” 

As soon as George held Y/n’s wrist Sirius pulled her back. “Not so fast young lad, Y/n why is this creature calling you darling.”

“Pops I told you he is my boyfriend” 

Sirius gasped “Oh no he isn’t” 

“Dad are you alright?” 

“Oh godric I think I am going to have a heart attack” 

Y/n looked up at Remus who was reading newspaper and drinking his morning tea “Oh, he will be fine, you guys carry on. We will see you soon hun” 

“You better keep one arm distance with her” Sirius’ threat fell in empty ears as the couple had left.

George picked up Y/n’s luggage kissing her lips briefly before apparating to his humble abode. 

“My own daughter how could she do this to me?” 

Remus sighed “Exactly love she is your daughter she has a thing for trouble and George isn’t that bad” 

“Not that bad! He dyed my hair purple, you of all people should know how much I love my hair” Sirius sassed. 

“Oh I know” Remus retorted when suddenly noticed a solemn look on his lover’s face. Remus obviously loved Y/n but she had wrapped Sirius around her fingers ever since she was a little baby.  

As a baby when she refused to sleep and wailed in Remus’s arms she would immediately fall asleep in Sirius' arm. With Y/n Remus found a new soft and more loving side of his lover

“Moony my little pumpkin has grown up. She has a boyfriend now.” 

Remus sighed and hugged Sirius. Merlin knows he needed it. 

“Padfoot she will be back before you know it.” 

“Why did she have to date that weaselboy?” 

“I think she takes after me for that matter. Falling for a troublemaker” Remus gives him a loving smile that always seems to comfort Sirius. They kissed as they slow danced in their home enjoying the peace the morning had brought. 

"She will be fine love she has us" Remus tried to comfort him.

"Yeah, "Sirius smiled at him kissing his lips and scars Remus' chuckle echoing in the house.

BONUS 

Y/n and George were under his blanket sharing kisses and laughs. 

“I can’t wait to marry you” George confessed with a lovesick smile. 

“My father has barely accepted you as my boyfriend and you are talking about marriage” she pointed out even though she loved the idea that he presented her. 

“It’s ok I will always be here. With you. It is fine if we never get married I still want to spend my life with you.” 

“Ohh dear, George I think you love me” 

He chuckled “You think?” He kissed her lips, his cold hands leaving goosebumps on her waist as he pins her on her bed. They are interrupted by tapping on the window. They both peep from the blanket to see a very aghast Sirius Black. 

“This is not one arm distance Weasley!!!!” 

“I think you should start running George” 

“Good idea love.”

[amoraffairs]

𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: you become best friends with a little girl who is lost

notes: my first request. i love this. it’s so cute! i love dad remus. sorry it’s so short

You were layed in a million jackets, and a beanie to protect your ears. Not a highlight of fashion choices you made, but it was cold outside.

You eyes scan the store hoping to get what you came for. Not more, not less. The sounds around you blocked out till you feel someone hug you, more like your leg.

“Unca Jamie” The voice of little girl says. She couldn’t be older than than five.

The young girl’s face mirrors you in confusion. “You’re not Unca Jamie” You bend down to the girls height. “Hi, honey do you know where your paren-“

“Your hair the same as him. Well yours longer but i can’t see it cause your hat & both have glasses” She says, her hands softly touching your hair.

You smile at her words, overwhelmed at the sweetness.

“Sweetie, where your Mom or Dad. They must be worried.”The little girl’s eyes widen in shock. Obviously not thinking the consequences of her actions.

“It was just me & my Daddy. I forgot where he is. I saw Unca Jamie,but not Unca Jamie. You. I was calling for him but you just kept walking, so i ran to find you. Unca Jamie.” She says, her words mumbled together & her sentences coming out in one breath.

“What your name, honey” You say as you look around in attempt to see a worried dad looking for his child.

“Belle, like the princess.” She motions to her yellow sparkly dress, giving it a little twirl.

“You want to go look for him, Belle.” You stretch out your hand, & her hand mets yours.

You both walk around the store, hopping to find her dad.

Belle didn’t seem that concerned though, as she continue to talk about everything that came to mind.

“I’m super tall. Taller than Kayla. And , Daddy said i’m going to be more taller,like him. I’m only this years old.” She holds out five fingers.

You hums, showing her you listening , as you look around. Belle continues to talk & you continue to listen.

“Listen princesses, these nice people are going to help you find your Dad.” You tell her as you lead her towards security. It was a last resort, but it was the only option you can think of.

“No, No, don’t leave me.” She says wrapping herself around you. Her grip tight proving she wasn’t going to let go.

You reach down & lift her up so she was sitting on your hip. “I’m not leaving, princess.” She lets out a toothy grin in accomplishment.

You sit in a chair with Belle, as you wait for her Dad. They just called over the intercom, so he should come soon.

“Unca Siri doesn’t believe i’m a real princess. Maybe you tell him for me “ She says, as you braid her hair in an attempt to get her to sit still.

Your eyes catch on to a young man, about the same age as you. His eyes filled with panic as he looks around the room till his eyes meet Belle.

“Daddy” Belle lays jumping off you to hug him. He holds on tight to his daughter, scared she was going to disappear again.

He pulls away lightly, and bends down so he’s at her eye level . Suppressing calm questions about where she went, & how she’s not allowed to go anywhere without him. You could tell the hint of worry in his voice & his attempt not to show it.

“But i saw Unca Jamie.But Unca Jamie was a girl. She’s my friend now.” You smile at her words. His eyes finally meet you.

“Thank you so much, I turned around for a minute & she was gone.” He says walking over to you, where you was standing a while away.

“No it fine, She’s very sweet. Except the fact she said a look like a boy.” You says teasing the five year old.

Belle looks at you slightly upset, like she believed you were hurt by her words. “No, your really pretty. Right Daddy.”

You both laugh at the girls words. “ Yeah. Really pretty.” He finally tells you, once he finds out Belle was serious. You attempt not to blush at his words.

“I’m Remus.” Before you can tell him yours Belle does it for you.

“Hey Belle, we got to go & no leaving me side every again.” Remus says reluctantly.

“I want to stay with Y/N. Can she come to our house. Pleaseee” She say giving you another hug.

“We have to go Uncle Sirius’ birthday party. Remember. You don’t want to miss it right.”

“Yes—“ You cut Belle off before she could argue. “Here princess, I’m going to give you my number & then you can call me so we can have a play date any time.” You grab a piece of paper to write your number, while Belle lets out a cheer of victory.

You hand the piece of paper, who immediately gives it to Remus. “I don’t have pockets Daddy.”

You give both Lupins a smile & a small wave as they leave the store.

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

12 midnight at the Lupin-Black cottage be like:

Sirius didn't even know Fred was in the house:)))

[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!

masterlist

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.