#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.

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[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.

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[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.

✦✧✦✧✦

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."

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[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.

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[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

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[iceshard1011]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Everyone Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Canon Universe, but Not Canon Compliant lmao, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders-centric, Angst with a Happy Ending, uhhh my addition to baby sides, Crack Treated Seriously, Babies, So many babies, too many for remus to handle, Crying, so much crying dear lord, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Angst, remus being an awkward dad for 4k words, They all need hugs, Explicit Language, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Being Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, remus threatens to kill a child, Multiple times, (he wouldn't actually but shh his reputation), Dirty Jokes, Deceit | Janus Sanders is a Sweetheart, patton is... so good, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Needs a Hug, cuddling :)), touch-starvation, Kid Logic | Logan Sanders, Kid Morality | Patton Sanders, Kid Deceit | Janus Sanders, Kid Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Kid Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Summary:

After a particularly disastrous mindscape mishap, Remus is tasked with parenthood for a day.

It's a day too much, in his opinion.

4k word fic below :)

There was one thing that Remus was one-hundred percent certain of in this exact second: this was not his fault.

Except it absolutely, definitely was and Remus had no idea how the fuck he was supposed to fix it.

It had started off as a joke, right? Thomas and Joan had gotten into one of their back and forth bantering quarrels. The insult of ‘baby’ being thrown back and forth wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

Except this time, maybe Thomas was overthinking. Maybe this time the others were doing their stupid, dumb, existential crisis bullshit.

Except this time, Remus had popped up into the mindscape, ready to have some fun, and instead of a quintet of groaning sides, there was just a group of… weird… squealing… babies?

“Ooh, Jesus,” Remus said. “Nope.”

Remus sank out.

That was not his problem. Absolutely not. One hundred percent no. No way. Never in a million years.

Remus stared blankly at his floor.

What the hell was going on?

And of course, the universe wasn’t about to give Remus even a chance to work through that question.

There was a sharp spike in his chest, and the world abruptly disappeared. Remus blinked, finding himself in Thomas’ living room.

“Oh, thank god,” Thomas said the moment he saw Remus which – excuse him, what? When had Thomas ever once been happy – no, relieved – to see Remus? “One of you finally came.”

Remus opened his mouth.

“No,” Thomas interrupted, shaking his head. “Nope. Stop. No – no time for that. This is Serious Talk Time right now.”

Remus closed his mouth.

Thomas fidgeted with his hands, looking like he wanted to tear into a stress ball and spew stuffing all over the floor.

“What is going on?” Thomas blurted.

Remus blinked, because, did Thomas really expect Remus to know? He didn’t give Remus a chance to answer, barrelling on without preamble.

“I have been feeling so off and I don’t know what it is. I’m not anxious or emotional or – or anything out of the ordinary. I just feel wrong, and none of the others have been answering my calls and I’m so confused and I – I just… hoped… maybe you would know?”

Remus shifted his weight. “Uh.”

“Do you?” Thomas asked when Remus didn’t say anything else, still wringing his hands. “Know?”

“Uhh,” said Remus. “Maaaybe?”

“Oh, good,” Thomas breathed, but hesitated when Remus didn’t look particularly comforted. “That’s… Is that good?”

“Maaaybe not..?” Remus asked.

Thomas’ face was twisted in unease and disbelief. Remus opened his mouth, then closed it. He chewed on his bottom lip, searching for anything to look at other than Thomas’ horrified face.

“Uh, but let’s not worry about that!” Remus said, clapping his hands. Thomas jumped at the sudden break in silence. “How about finally ordering that vibrator, eh? You’ve got to have something to entertain yourself with until you get to fourth base with Nico!”

And just like a switch, Thomas jolted, completely caught off guard. He immediately shook like a bobblehead.

“No!” he cried, and Remus made a show of sighing heavily. “Remus, this isn’t the time! What’s going on with the others?”

Remus didn’t really know what was wrong with himself. When had he ever hesitated to tell Thomas an ugly truth?

“Whatever it is…” Thomas trailed off. Remus tilted his head. Thomas sighed, and hugged himself. He didn’t say anything.

Remus felt distinctly wrong-footed in the silent room. He’d never been around Thomas alone in such quiet before. What was he supposed to do? How did the others do it? When they weren’t wailing little demons, that was.

“You… were saying?” he prompted, and tried not to grimace at the way the sentimentality made his mouth taste.

Thomas looked just as surprised as Remus felt, looking owlishly up at him. Remus tried not to squirm under the attention.

“I… Would you look out for them for me?” Thomas asked quietly, timidly.

Remus worked his jaw, blindsided.

“I know it’s not really your thing,” Thomas went on. “But… I really love them – and I know you do too, in your own way. And I’m worried.”

Remus wrinkled his nose in disgust. Thomas laughed a little wearily. “I just… I’d be comfortable knowing that they had someone to rely on.”

Remus chewed on this for a minute. On one hand: ew, no, thank you, come back never. On the other… he couldn’t really afford to have Thomas’ mindset completely devolve into a crying, slobbery mess – that wouldn’t be beneficial to anyone.

“Okay,” he relented. “But I don’t know what good it’ll do.”

Thomas smiled at him, and it looked genuine enough, but Remus wasn’t about to consider that.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” Remus muttered and started to sink.

“Remus?” Thomas asked, and he popped back up to blink at him. Thomas was watching him with a weird look on his face. Remus couldn’t read it. It made his skin itch, like there were a million beetles crawling about beneath his skin.

“You’re more appreciated than you know,” Thomas said slowly, like he was picking his words carefully.

Remus stared at him. He sank out without a word – because realistically, how was anyone supposed to respond to that?

The mindscape was still as gratingly loud as it had been when Remus had first popped in. Just as he’d left them, there were five squawling children in the same positions that they would normally rise up to Thomas in.

Remus wandered over to the staircase, peering curiously down at a baby Virgil, who was practically drowning in that patchwork job of a hoodie he’d made for himself, black tears of liquid eyeshadow staining his cheeks.

He poked the child in the face – gently! – but it didn’t really stop the godawful noise.

“Uhh,” he said.

Virgil screamed at him.

Remus blinked. He screamed back, wondering if that would help.

It did!

For a second, the entire room was silent.

And then, of course, it was back to the screaming. Tenfold. By all of them.

Remus was in way of his head.

“Okay, OKAY!” he said, and snapped his fingers.

Virgil’s hoodie immediately shrank to fit his frame. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what babies could wear, but he knew the basics, and hoped the softer material would at least help the volume. It did, if only slightly.

Virgil hiccuped as Remus carefully cupped his hands under his arms and lifted him from the ground.

“Okay, Lavender Care Bear, um.” Remus glanced around the room. What were babies supposed to… do?

He wandered over to the couch and plonked the baby onto the plush cushions. Cautiously and unsure and still somehow tripping over himself, Remus went around adjusting everyone’s clothes and lining them all up on the couch. He took extra care with Janus, who had got himself tangled in all his clothes and had gotten extra panicked before Remus had tried to help him.

He was one of the more tame of the lot, unsurprisingly. He and Logan had quieted down the moment they were on the couch, but they were still unbelievably fussy. On the other end of the spectrum, Remus was quickly considering the benefits of snapping Roman’s neck just to get him to shut the fuck up. He was already unbearable normally, but great Cthulhu he was insufferable now. What would Thomas really lose by going without Roman?

No violence, Remus reminded himself begrudgingly. He was supposed to be taking care of these morons.

Why had he agreed to this again?

(Oh, yeah, that’s right: because Remus was a needy bastard who would do anything for Thomas’ good graces – which, for whatever reason, included looking after a group of infuriating baby-sides.)

“Oh,” he realised suddenly. “You guys are probably hungry, huh?”

Patton, who instead of looking like he was complaining in baby language like everyone else, only looked miserable. He didn’t perk up at the mention of food – like Logan absolutely did, don’t think Remus didn’t catch that, Tiny Nerd – he only whined pathetically and reached out for Remus like he wanted something.

“What?” Remus asked him. “Even if I had a wallet to give you, you can’t even make it down from the couch to run off with it. What are you gonna spend my nonexistent money on, Baby Daddy?” Remus poked his cheek. “Fifty cents worth of Walmart bubbles? Where’re you gonna fit that, huh?”

Instead of cringing away like Remus expected Patton to do, he giggled and grasped clumsily at Remus’ finger with surprising strength.

Remus froze. “Um.”

Patton squeezed and tugged at his hand. Remus squinted at him.

“What’re you…” Remus trailed off as Patton ungracefully shimmied across the couch to reach for Remus’ shirt.

Instinctually, Remus jolted away from him.

With an alarm squeal, Patton pitched forward, falling face-first for the floor.

With a matching shout, Remus shot forward and scooped the baby up into his arms. Patton beamed up at him, completely unfazed. Remus scowled down at him.

“Was this your plan all along?” he asked. “Did you just want a napping place? What was so bad about the couch, huh?”

Patton had the nerve to snuggle against Remus’ chest and sigh happily.

Ah, fuck, he thought. I’m in trouble.

Remus tried putting the kid down but Patton only got fussier, so Remus surrendered himself to the fate of carrying the little demon cherub into the kitchen. He hummed to himself as he peered into the fridge.

“What can you guys eat?” he asked Patton.

Patton only buried his face against Remus’ sash, which could not be comfortable. Remus didn’t remember the last time he’d washed that thing.

“That’s not an answer, you blue flavoured cupcake,” he grumped.

Patton hummed happily in response.

Remus grunted to himself. He moved over to the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter and dangled the bundle of bananas in front of the sleepy baby’s face.

“Reckon you could deepthroat this?” he asked.

Patton squeaked and grasped needily at the fruit.

“Alright,” he said dubiously.

He set out a couple of plates to dump the peeled bananas upon. He turned, balancing Patton in the crook of his elbow in one arm and plates in each hand, but stopped short.

Logan was crawling into the kitchen on all fours, gaze fixed hungrily on something on the counter.

“How the fuck did you get down?” Remus demanded.

Logan skirted past him and made a beeline for something behind him. Finding that he was painfully too small to reach the bench, he turned those big brown eyes on Remus.

Remus followed his needy reach and wrinkled his nose.

“No,” he said. “You can eat Musa paradisiaca Linn just like the rest of the kiddies, aight?”

Logan whined pathetically. From the living room, Remus could hear the others still crying like they’d just finished a horrifically bad romcom. He sighed.

He left Logan whining for his snack while Remus moved Patton and the food back to the couch.

“Alright, feral children,” he declared, near-chucking Patton onto the cushions. “Feast.”

They didn’t lunge for the food like ravaged wolf puppies like Remus expected them to. Instead they only whimpered pitifully and Remus groaned.

“So now I’m gonna have to force feed you, too?”

He stomped back into the kitchen and ruffled around for some spoons. Logan was still sitting there, trying and failing to get the jar on the bench.

“Can you even eat jam? How old are you?” Remus poked Logan in the nose with the spoon. “Give me your ID, asshole.”

Logan bounced impatiently.

“Okay,” Remus relented. “You’re the smart one. Don’t get pissed at me when you get baby diarrhoea. And I won’t be cleaning it up.”

He picked up the jar in one hand and Logan in the other and moved back to the couch.

The dumb kids didn’t know how to eat and Remus didn’t know how to feed them. He was ninety percent sure that the couch was smeared with more banana and jam than the babies did.

But eventually, the crying quietened further and the five little stomachs stopped growling, but apparently that wasn’t enough.

Virgil whined, still looking uncomfortable.

“No,” Remus told him. “No-no. Hush up. Stop.” He snapped his fingers and a heavy blanket draped itself over Virgil’s shoulders. He was immediately pacified with a soft hum. Patton made the same grabby hands in Remus’ direction and he stuck his tongue out at the baby.

“You are a needy son of a bitch, aren’t you?” he grumbled. He shoved a big plush bear into Patton’s arms, who cooed curiously and squeezed the toy pleasingly.

Janus only met Remus’ gaze with a simple gurgle, and Remus raised his eyebrows. “You happy there, Snake Baby?”

Janus hummed and Remus huffed a laugh.

Behind him, Roman screamed. Remus glared over at him.

“Oh, sure,” he said. “Everyone else seems happy enough and yet you’re still not satisfied.”

Roman yowled.

It was starting to set the others off. Logan, who had been perfectly content slobbering up the leftover jam from his hands, was beginning to wiggle unhappily. Patton hugged his new bear tighter.

Remus picked Roman up by the back of the shirt and dangled him in the air.

“Do you ever stop complaining?” he demanded.

Roman bawled louder. Remus shook him.

“I will strangle a child,” he said through gritted teeth. “I plan the most gruesome ways to kill you on the best of days – don’t think that just because you’re small and defenceless now that has stopped.”

Roman whined. He was starting to get spit and snot all over Remus’ sleeves.

Resisting the urge to scream, Remus shoved Roman next to Virgil. He snapped a pacifier into Roman’s mouth, and hoped that it would stave off the noise at least for a little bit.

Instead, the moron nearly choked himself with it, sending him spluttering and gasping and crying even louder.

Something in Remus snapped.

He gripped his hair and screamed.

“SHUT UP! It was funny at first, I’ll admit it, but now zip it! You have nothing to wail about! You’re fed, you have water, you’ve already slept ALL DAY, and I know you have because your door was still locked this morning! So just STOP CRYING!”

Remus hadn’t realised his legs had given out on him until his gaze cleared – when had he blacked out? – and he found himself in a heap on the floor.

At least the others had been shocked into silence.

He thought they had, anyway.

There was a tiny coo to his right, and when Remus looked down, Patton was sitting beside him, pressing the toy Remus had given him into Remus’ lap.

“And just what do you want?” Remus growled at him. Patton reached up, grasping for Remus’ face. Remus didn’t entertain him. Realising his efforts were fruitless, Patton resulted in patting Remus’ knee comfortingly.

Remus rolled his eyes. “Oh. Thanks. I feel so much better.”

Patton hummed almost sympathetically, which was ridiculous. Still, Remus rested his chin on his fist and stared wearily down at the pudgy baby.

“What the hell did I agree to?” he mumbled, as if Patton would give him a response. Patton’s big sad eyes looked between Remus and Roman, who was curled into a pathetic, sniffling ball on the couch. “How do you fuckers keep getting off the damn couch, anyway?”

Patton flapped his hands.

“I don’t know how many times I have to make it obvious that I do not speak baby.”

Patton tapped Remus’ thigh, then gestured to Roman, then pat Remus’ leg again. Remus squinted. He met Roman’s gaze, who only whimpered and pressed his little fists to his face. Remus glanced sharply between Patton and Roman.

“You’re kidding me,” he said to Patton. He glared up at Roman. “You’re honest to god trying to tell me that you’re just. Sad? Are you serious?”

Remus scooched past Patton and lifted Roman up, frowning darkly down at him.

“Are you still depressed as a baby?” he demanded. Roman only hung limply in his hands, defeated and tired. (Remus could relate.)

He sighed, collapsing his arms and dumping the child into his lap unceremoniously. Roman whimpered and pressed his flushed, wet nose to Remus’ chin. He sniffed miserably, seemingly worn out. Remus stared down at him.

He sighed.

“Okay, whatever.”

He sat in silence for a bit, letting Patton and Roman cuddle him. It wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Remus had never been particularly touchy-feely, not with the way he’d developed in Thomas’ mind, with Janus who covered nearly every inch of his skin with clothes and Virgil who hissed the moment anyone got too close. And whenever someone did touch him – always by accident and never with gentle intent – it felt horrible. Like a burning metal stick branding his skin, sending goosebumps through his whole body and making him want to hide under a blanket full of bricks to keep the shivering at bay.

This was… different? Still weird, almost unbearably so, but different nonetheless.

Patton was just fidgeting with Remus’ pants, like he wanted something to keep his attention with. Like he didn’t care that it was Remus he was touching. Like he was perfectly content to sit on the carpet and lean on someone who had only tormented him and been looked upon with disgust.

With all the ear-grating screaming that had been exploding in Remus’ skull, Roman was near-silent at Remus’ shoulder, aside from the occasional sniff.

Remus cautiously reached out to poke at Roman’s cheek. Instead pulling away like Remus expected, he leaned into the touch like a sad puppy. Remus rolled his eyes.

“There’s only room for one needy baby in this mindscape, and Patton’s already taken that title,” he told his brother. “Choose a different brand, cheater.”

Roman didn’t rise to the bait – which, logically, was fair, as a baby Roman probably didn’t have the slightest clue what Remus was saying – but it was still annoying.

“Where’s all your spunk gone, hm?” Remus asked him. “It was almost amusing when you were screaming your little lungs out.”

Roman only blinked tiredly up at him, and Remus huffed. “Whatever, half-pint.”

Remus began to entertain himself by scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Janus and Logan had started to have an odd conversation completely made up of senseless babbles and clumsy hand movements. Whatever they were talking about seemed interesting. On the other end of the couch, Virgil had curled up into a sleepy ball, looking like he was about to pass out any minute.

He was the first one to switch back.

Remus didn’t notice it happening at first, but when he looked over – a good few hours later, and fuck, Remus’ butt had gone completely numb at this point – he found himself looking at a knocked out and obviously adult anxious side, still clutching his heavy blanket over his shoulders.

Remus’ eyes widened in alarm.

He sprung to his feet, startling Patton and jostling Roman. Patton whined and Roman clutched desperately at Remus’ clothes.

Remus hushed Patton, scooping him up and tucking him back on the couch.

“Shh,” he snapped when Patton continued to complain. “Hush up! Oh great Azathoth, Patty, please shut up.”

Virgil mumbled something in his sleep, and Remus felt the panic seize his chest tighter. He dumped Roman next to Patton, heedless of the way his eyes started to tear up and his grip tightened.

“No, stop,” Remus hissed at him, battling with the tiny, pudgy fingers. “Roman, this is not the time to –”

Virgil groaned. Remus froze, watching as his eyes flickered open.

Rather furiously (and furiously ignoring the tinge of guilt) Remus ripped Roman’s hands from his clothes and sank out.

He popped up into his room, his dark, empty, chaotic, silent room, and pressed his back to the wall. Virgil would wake up, and probably panic for a second, but then everyone else would turn back, and they wouldn’t remember a thing because they’d been babies, and Thomas would find out that they were all okay and no one had to know what Remus had done.

It was fine. That was good.

Remus breathed. He wasn’t so certain if he was relieved.

Remus expected to be able to hide in his room and play with any creative ideas that popped into his head for at least the next week – or at least until he got an urge to torment Thomas.

(Though, strangely, every time he considered that his stomach twisted uncomfortably until he moved on to the next topic.)

So he was woefully unprepared and entirely disgruntled when he was summoned out of nowhere in the middle of the day – by Patton, of all people.

They were in the mindscape, thank fuck because Remus did not need to face Thomas right this second, all looking in his direction.

A… relatively clean mindscape, Remus noticed, which made sense. He hadn’t cleaned any of the mess, but it didn’t surprise him that the others would have.

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton said softly, slowly. “What’ve you been up to?”

Trap, hissed Remus’ mind. Trap, trap! Don’t answer! Play dumb! Be Remus!

“Your mum.”

Patton wrinkled his nose. Behind him, Logan rolled his eyes.

“Impossible,” he started, “none –”

“Which dictionary did you eat for breakfast this morning?” Remus interrupted. “How to be dumb for dummies?”

Weak, he thought to himself.

Logan didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t roll his eyes or snap back.

“We were interested to know if you had any recollection of what occurred three days ago,” he said instead. “Beginning with a banterful conversation between Thomas and Joan, and the certain words exchanged between the two of them.”

Remus looked between each of them, feeling slightly like a deer in headlights.

“This was callous,” Janus said suddenly, snappish. “And I would know.”

Remus flinched, but Janus’ gaze was fixed on the others. When he looked back over to Remus, his expression softened. Remus fought the urge to flee right then and there.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to say anything,” said Janus, completely sincere. “It’s none of our business.”

“So what?” Remus grumbled at the floor, unable to gold Janus’ gaze. “You guys were all hapless squealing pale-faced demons. It didn’t matter to me. Thomas asked.”

“Asked what?” Virgil said.

Remus grinded his teeth. Did he have to spell it out?

“I’m sorry,” Patton blurted, which surprised Remus enough to look up at him. “We didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, kiddo.”

“What did you expect was going to happen?” Janus demanded, turning on him. It sounded like an argument they’d had before.

“Seriously,” Remus forced out between his gnashing teeth. He was surprised he hadn’t cut his own tongue out yet. “It’s whatever.”

“Whatever,” Janus said, his voice lilted with soft agreement, like he was accepting what Remus wasn’t saying out loud. God, Remus had always loved him.

(FUCK, hang out with a group of literal emotional babies for half a day and his entire brain turns to MUSH.)

“Whatever,” Virgil echoed dubiously.

Remus glanced over at Roman, who had been suspiciously quiet the entire time. Roman was already looking at him, an unreadable look in his eyes. Remus glared at him, daring to say what was on his mind aloud.

Roman’s eyebrows only relaxed, his expression gentling out, and FUCK, would people stop DOING THAT?

“Did… you want to stay for lunch?” Roman asked slowly. “It’s not quite ready yet but –”

“I have,” Remus interjected haltingly, not sure what he wanted to say but definitely knowing that he needed to shut that down fast. “Places to be. Things to dismember.”

For a moment, the others were quiet. For a moment, they screwed up their noses and shuddered like they always did. For a moment, Remus thought he was free.

(Free to go back to his room and wait there for days before he had a reason to leave.)

“Dinner, then?” Roman offered.

“Is ‘no’ going to be the right answer?” snapped Remus.

“There is no right answer,” Janus cut in smoothly. “There’s only your answer.”

“You uh…” Patton piped up, shuffling on his feet, “you can add whatever you like to your serving?”

Remus glared around at them. They were all looking at him with curious, round eyes, some bordering on hopeful, and all Remus could think of was the needy, desperate little suckers when they had been not twenty-five inches from the ground.

“Fine,” he snapped. “Okay. Whatever.”

“Whatever,” Virgil laughed. It wasn’t a mean laugh.

No one talked about it that night. They didn’t jab at him or poke for answers. There were hardly any fights. (Wow, they had really all gotten cosy with each other, hadn’t they?)

Roman did totally intentionally dump an overload of salt into Remus’ food, which Patton had reprimanded him for, but Remus wasn’t bothered. All the more reason for him to launch across the table and tackle the conspiring fool to the ground.

Patton and Logan had both shouted at them, and Virgil was totally snapping pictures with his phone no matter how subtle he thought he was being, and Janus was very badly disguising his laughs as coughs but…

Roman shivered as Remus grappled him into a wrestler’s hold, and Remus’ skin was burning, but neither of them mentioned it.

(It was kind of hard to – Roman’s laughter was way too contagious for their own good.)

Neither of them seemed to regret anything by the end of it, both collapsed in a breathless heap on the carpet with Patton fluttering over them and grinning at each other like they hadn’t in years.

Thomas would never mention the whole… thing.

Remus never thought he could feel the emotion of gratitude, but this felt impossibly close.

But the next time Remus popped up, this time with a frankly fantastic idea for a story with all the blood and death and gore anyone could ask for, Thomas would jump with his usual oh no Remus is here expression.

But then he’d smile, and tilt his head in that way that indicated he was listening.

And he’d let Remus talk, and Remus started to understand why they all loved him so much.

And maybe that was enough for him to go to a few more dinners.

(At least until he got his room up in the mindscape, too.)

#sanders sides #drlamp #creativitwins #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #thomas sanders #baby sides fic #remus has a bit of a meltdown #lots of crying #(babies) #minor tw for the mention of depression bc roman is sad #lots of cuddling #touch starvation #patton is a very cuddly baby #dad!remus #even though he didn't want to be #sanders sides fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #long post

[yourgalgremlin]

“Tell me about your fav Marauders character”

Marauders fandom:

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[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?!

#starchaser #james x regulus #fanfic #wolfstar #Jegulus #jegulus dads #wolfstar dads #harry potter #teddy lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #james potter x regulus black #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin

[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

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[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

#teddy is adorable and just runs around and has his curls #and when sirius meets him he adores teddy and teddy constantly asks his dad where sirius is #and then he starts calling him papa and its game over #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

[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.’

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[tragicromanceftus]

the marauders fandom be like:

#all the young dudes #atyd #harry james potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #jily #jegulus edit #jegulus dads #jegulus raising harry #jegulus #wolfstar headcanon #wolfstar textposts #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #mary mcdonald #peter pettrigrew #harry potter marauders #marauders headcanon #hp marauders #marauders era #the marauders #atyd marauders #incorrect marauders #the marauders era #incorrect marauders era quotes

[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." 

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[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

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[cndarts]

angst!! :D

from that time a read a bunch of fics of wolfstar rising harry and sirius getting out of azkaban sooner

#bittersweet feeling #i live in denial #gay dads! #lil harry ily #marauders fanart #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #siriusxremus #harry potter #wolfstar angst

[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?”  

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