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late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it) wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part.

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort.

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement.

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts.

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world.

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall.

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better.

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did.

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft.

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier.

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it.

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare.

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa?

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal.

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope.

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response.

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell?

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy.

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread.

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back.

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm.

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man.

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him.

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach.

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?”

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.”

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind.

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck.

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence.

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.”

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin.

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought.

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?”

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thefearedashantis · 2 months

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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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lizpottersworld · 20 days

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౨ৎ never grow up. (sirius black x reader)

summary: you and sirius’ daughter is slowly growing up, and your love only grows stronger for your baby.

pairing(s): potter!reader, sirius black x reader, james potter x reader (platonic), harry potter x daughter (platonic), dad!siriusblack x children, mum!reader x children

i hope you enjoy this whilst I answer requests! if there are any more scenarios/imagine ideas, submit them here!

When your first daughter was born, you and Sirius always had the pestering fear of never being the best parents to your baby but the second you both laid eyes on your beautiful hazel eyed daughter, Emmie, you knew that was it for the two of you. She now had your hearts.

The rest of the world fell still and into black and white, your daughter taking all the colour and attention. She was your pride and joy, and you would go to crazy lengths to protect her. You hoped time would give you benefit of keeping her young and safe in your arms forever.

But the little finger holds, and nonsense babbling turned into loud giggles and the noise of tiny feet running around the house.

In the blink of an eye, she was your little princess who insisted on playing tea party with her Uncle Jamie and Uncle Remmy. With handmade diy crowns she had made with Sirius, giggling as the two put as much glitter and feathers on them as they could. And the pout on her face as you held the cookie jar in your hand, looking at your little girl’s adorable pleading wide eyes.

Oh, and her new fondness that she had developed for the baby in your tummy, mindlessly talking to her baby sibling about joining in on family nights and pressing sweet kisses onto your belly.

Then she grew up again so suddenly, now whining as the two of you and the baby in the pram fussed over getting a photo of her first day of big girl school. With her two plaits that Sirius had done for her, the thrilly yellow dress that you had picked out for her, and the small butterfly backpack that she had carefully picked out.

“Mummy! Daddy! Please can i go in now?” She pouted, looking up at the two of you with her wide eyes. Sirius looked back at the photos on the family digital camera with your son, Theodore on his hip, both grinning widely at the same little girl on the screen.

“Yes, you can Sweetheart.” You chuckle, crouching on the floor to bring her into a comforting hug. Not that she needed the comfort, she just wanted to go and play with some new friends, but you just couldn’t bear to let her go. Whilst she sneakily rubbed your tummy, in goodbyes to her sibling.

When a warm hand touched your shoulder only then did you loosen your grip and surface back to your normal height, taking your son from Sirius so he could also hug your little girl.

After the goodbyes, Emmie happily ran to the door where the teacher was stood ushering the kids in with a beautiful smile.

Then suddenly she was older, the ripe age of fourteen, starting high school as she reluctantly accepted any affection from you and Sirius in-front of the school gates.

Theodore was standing by your side, eyes wandering as he watched all the bigger kids walk into the school with his big eyes. Charmingly smiling at the teenage girls that giggled and waved kindly at the little boy. Always a charmer, supposing he got that from his dad.

“Seriously, Mum you’re kind of embarrassing me,” she huffed as you stroked admiringly at her luscious black hair, “I told you, you should have just dropped me around the corner.” She frowned, looking around at the bigger kids who she claimed were staring.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes humourlessly, adjusting your grasp on your son’s hand as he attempted to swing his lunch box.

“Have a good day princess, I love you.” Sirius added, a chuckle here and there at the last interaction. Emmie’s hazel doe eyes looked up at her dad, a daring smile on her lips, the same cheeky smile her dad had wore when he was her age.

“Bye Theo.” She said, ruffling her brother’s hair as he groaned and protested, “Bye, Char Char.” She grinned widely, pressing a kiss to the baby resting on your hip. Then she was walking off with confidence in her step towards the school doors.

“She used to be our little baby, and i’m worried now that she thinks we hate her for little small things.” You let a few tears slip as Sirius look’s through the camera at all the time that you both took for granted. Naturally, as a fifteen year old, your daughter took a liking to acting like the both of you had troubled her endlessly when in reality you only informed her of dinner.

“Oh darling, please don’t cry,” Sirius hushed you, bringing your head into his neck crevice whilst you clambered into his lap. “She knows we love her, and she loves us, shes just going through a teenager phase.” He comforted you, free hand caressing the bare of your back under your loose shirt.

Mindlessly not realising that your precious daughter was stilled and paused outside your bedroom door, on her way to grab a drink from the kitchen. Very aware of the tears that were slipping from her mums eyes.

“Mum, i’m sorry.” Emmie frowned as she walked into your bedroom later that night, coming to your side as you relaxed at her presence. You swore your eyes glassed over right then and there.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, You’re allowed to feel angry sometimes, we just need to deal with it differently.” You softly told her, moving over on the bed so she could hopefully join you. Which she did. Tucking into your side just like she used when she was younger, you immediately bought her in closer as you both observed the movie on the tv.

“I do love you, you know that right?” She frowned, looking up at you with the same brown eyes that she had been blessed with when she was born.

“Of course, and i love you too.” You replied, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head, pulling the duvet over your tired bodies.

Then she was moving out. Boxes littered all over her bedroom in the midst of moving them to the car. Now she really was being taken away from yours and Sirius’ hands, she really had grown up. Nineteen, moving into her first apartment in London, all by herself.

Well, not really by herself, your brothers son, Harry, her cousin, they decided to move in together. Secretly not wanting to be alone.

It was sweet. They both had gone through being toddlers playing together and causing mischief in high school together to now, newly adults waiting to start a new chapter in life.

Five of you; Sirius, James, Harry, Emmie and yourself all trying to bring the boxes into their three bedroom flat. Whilst Charlotte and Lily accompanied each-other in the car, the latter wanting to hear all about her nieces teenage love life. Invested in all the gossip that she wouldn’t get from young Harry again now that he was a drive away and not in the same house as her.

Wasn’t long until they were all unpacked and you were still desperately trying to find things to do and occupy yourself with so you didn’t have to leave.

“Mum, i think you’ve done possibly everything there is to do.” Theodore complained, probably tired from all the heavy carrying. Emmie smiled and laughed, wiping her hard worked hands onto the back of her jeans.

“He’s right mum, thank you though.” She widely grinned, eyes twinkling with hope and excitement for a new chapter in life. Sirius was holding you by the waist pressing tired kisses into your neck, assumably trying to comfort your stressed form. Which worked, as you immediately relaxed.

“I just want to make sure that both you and Harry are safe here.” You defended, turning your head to kiss your husband on the cheek in thanks.

“What she means is she just doesn’t want to leave you.” James raised an eyebrow as you scolded him and hit him on the shoulder. Either James was really good at hiding reactions (he wasn’t) or the reality of his first son leaving home hadn’t hit him. Most probably the latter one, he was your brother after all, you two were alike.

“Thank you for everything mum and dad, i love you both.” Emmie smiled, bringing the two of you into a quiet but warm embrace.

“Don’t forget we’re only twenty minutes away!” You rushed to add, earning an eye roll and a smirk from your daughter. “Same for you too, Harry, seriously you two. One. Call. Away.” You meaningfully told them, empathising the last words.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t let us forget.” Harry smirked at his joke, earning low chuckles from everyone in the room but you. “I’m joking, Aunt y/n, we appreciate it, really.” He genuinely smiled as the two ushered everyone to the door.

You let out a defeated hmph, saying all your final goodbyes as you and Sirius headed back to the car, hands enclasped in love.

“Our first baby’s all grown up.” You sigh, turning to your husband with a sad smile. Whilst he had a matching one, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And you two are too, now come on you babies!” James exclaimed from in front, jogging ahead to assumably get back to his newborn who is definitely hungry.

“Aren’t you a little bit sad, Jamie?” You scoffed lightly, a smile playing at your lips knowingly. His eyes met yours and emotion danced all around in them, glassed over with held back tears.

“We’ll see them soon.” He settled for, reassuring look on his face probably to comfort himself. “If not, i’ll have to fake fancy holidays just to have a gathering.” He smirked.

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lilacsbeeswax · 1 year

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Kids with the Marauders (Minus Peter)

!!Reader can give birth!!

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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

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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.

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inkdrinkerworld · 5 months

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Your daughter coming back from dance class and showing Sirius everything she learned 🥹 he watches the whole time and gives her a standing ovation once she’s done. (I need him soooo bad omg)

She came back from dance class still in her leotard and tutu.

“Papa, look!” She said, immediately forgetting her teacher’s words of, ‘keep it a secret for the performance.’

Sirius is still in his work clothes in the kitchen. You note silently that he’d also cleaned up the living room and that dinner smelled amazing.

“Good afternoon to you too,” he says teasingly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. You’re up next, “Good afternoon, doll.”

“Hi Siri, how’re you?” Sirius beams, turning his full attention to your daughter after turning the stove down.

“Excited for this performance.” He winks at you and you shake your head, watching your daughter go through her routine like nothing.

When she’s done, she bows and even does a tiny little spin with a giggle. “Oh my! C'était tellement bien, ma petite fée! Vous ressemblez aux fées de votre livre!”

Sirius picks her up and tosses her three times before coddling her with kisses.

“Papa!” She screams, throwing her head back to get away from his kisses.

You can’t help the way your belly and chest warm at their affection. On another day, a day where you’re not so tired, tears would spring to your eyes as they usually do at the sight of Sirius being the perfect parent- the opposite to what he’d gotten.

“What about a bath? While mum dishes up dinner?”

Your daughter hums, tapping her little chin. In moments like this she’s all Sirius, all teasing and mischievous.

“Veux-tu utiliser la lotion à la lavande, papa? Et faire le massage après le dîner?” Sirius looks at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say, ‘this is all you,’ and you can’t disagree.

“What else would I do at bedtime, ma fée? C’mon let’s go.”

The entire house is filled with giggles and belly laughter for the next twenty minutes while dinner simmers and you can’t help but feel like this is how it should always remain.

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suugarbabe · 7 months

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You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

#wolfstar!reader #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #dad!remus lupin #dad!sirius black #harry potter #uncle!james potter #enzo berkshire fluff #golden era

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spiderfunkz · 1 year

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✧.* 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

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sunflowerxthoughts · 4 months

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DBF!James and reader who has a child and Remus and James make fun of Sirius because he is already a grandfather while James is a father. I'm sure that as the child grew up Sirius would teach her to call him Papa because he refuses to be called Grandpa

I LOVE THAT WE ARE BRINGING THEM UP AGAIN

Sirius can say whatever he wants, he loves being a grandpa. It’s the existential dread that gets to him for being the first Marauder to be so, and the fact that the dad is hist best mate.

“Rem, I’m still young aren’t I?”

“Oh my god dad not again!” You groan as you roll your eyes. “Get over it, it’s been two years!”

“You’ve always been the eldest, Pads.”

“So? Look at me! I’m still young as ever!”

It’s the same story every two weeks or so. He does the big dramatics, then your baby girl will laugh with him and call him something cute and just like that, he is fine again.

“Jamie bring the baby, I can’t do this again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Remus is trying not to lose his shit while laughing. Sunday dinner might be his favourite past time so far.

What Sirius doesn’t anticipate, is the fact that the little girl goes straight for Remus instead, babbling and going for a cuddle.

“Seems like I’m his favourite uncle after all.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I HAVE to be grandpa but you get to be cool little ol’ uncle Moony.”

“Pads?” James tries to get his atention.

“Yeah Prongs?”

“Get over it, darling.”

#james potter x reader #dbf!james potter #dbf james potter x reader #sirius black fluff #dad!sirius black

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yrluvjane · 1 year

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Dad Sirius

Baby: definitely would let baby fall just for them to teach how does it feels like. Like baby would be waddling around the table and he would carefully eyeing on them, letting them fall on their bum and laugh with them or immediately go and soothe them.

I see Sirius as someone who has the kid’s back but secretly. School bullying? “Oh come here, shh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” and then heck those who bully his baby? Does baby know about it? No.

Also coming back to the first one: learning baby on skateboard with uncle James. They got the baby in helmet and all of those stuff. Which is pleasing the mum but I bet that Sirius and James didn’t tell her that the baby is gonna be on ramp-

Sirius dancing with baby on his tiptoes.

Sirius teaching baby how to play on his bass guitar but baby ends up nibbling on the head of it.

I agree with all of this! I just keep imagining mum being out for groceries or something, and the baby is whiny, so Sirius just sits and lets the baby suck on him. Tea parties! All the time where he would invite James and Harry, and they pretend to gossip on mum and Lily only for both babies to run and tell the two everything they said. Sirius would definitely buy his child onesie's representing the marauders' animagus forms. Mum's make-up would totally be ruined every birthday party, I'd always imagine having at least one daughter; she'd wear a princess dress and a tiara but also her dad's leather jacket sunglasses. And a son who is as much as Sirius as possible who wants to be just as cool as his dad. They probably draw maps of the house and set up scavenger hunts around the backyard. And mum taking a picture of them when they attempt to bake for a school gathering. And he'd help her draw out her 'prank' plans to make sure they're not dangerous and she doesn't get caught (like the one time they switched out the salt and sugar in the kitchen or when he helped prank her teacher by smearing glue over her desk)

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pregnant-piggy · 2 years

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We’ve got something to tell

Sirius Black x pregnant!reader

part of the dad!marauders series

words: 1.7k

warnings: pregnant reader, talk of vomiting

A/N: it’s been ages since i last posted a dad!marauders fic but i found this one already finished so lucky you i guess ;)

“We’re pregnant,” Sirius said. “y/n is pregnant. We’re going to be parents. We’re having a baby.”

You peered around the corner of the doorframe, frowning as you watched Sirius.

“Babe? What are you doing?”

Sirius spun around quickly, nearly colliding with the mirror. There was a faint smile on his lips but he didn’t look you in the eye as you patiently waited for his answer. Leaning with your hip against the doorframe, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What were you doing?” you asked again.

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks blossoming with red. “I uhh… I was practising.”

With a soft laugh, you pushed away from the doorframe, towards Sirius. His face was blazing red now and he buried his head in your neck when you wrapped your arms around him. You could feel his embarrassed smile against the skin of your neck.

“I didn’t think you’d walk in,” Sirius admitted, curling his own arms around your waist.

“Sirius, I live here,” you chuckled. “Big chance I’d walk in.”

Sirius laughed and pulled back, though he kept his hands in your waist. He seemed to scan your face and when his eyes travelled to your belly, you sighed.

“I am fine, love.”

“Just looking!” Sirius sputtered, lifting his arms in defence.

Ever since you had found out that you were pregnant, Sirius had been enquiring after how you felt every hour of the day. After the umpteenth question you had had enough and burst out in annoyance and since then Sirius had kept silent, though his lingering looks on your belly did not go unnoticed by you. Albeit slightly annoying, you supposed it was cute that he was so worried.

In all honesty you could not blame him. You were nearing three months now and the sickness was worse than before. It started in the morning, diminished as the day continued but came back quick and hard at the end of the day. Some days however, your body seemed to throw everything in reverse and you would be throwing up in the middle of the day.

As if that wasn’t difficult enough, none of your friends knew you were pregnant, and when Remus had caught you sitting on the floor of the bathroom at work last week he had been worried. You had brushed it off as the flu, but you doubted you could pull another excuse the next time it would happen. And happen it would, you were sure of that.

So instead of hiding it longer, you and Sirius had decided that it was time to tell your friends.

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked, grabbing his jacket from the bed. He offered you his hand.

“I guess,” you said, stealing his jacket and putting it on before taking his hand. “We would’ve had to tell them soon anyway; I don’t fit into my jeans anymore.”

Sirius turned to you with wide eyes. “You’re getting a bump?”

You laughed and nodded. “A very small one, yeah.”

Sirius opened the front door for you and squeezed his eyes at your belly as if he was trying to check. You shoved him and he scowled. “Ow! What’d you do that for?”

You waited for him to lock the door and then went up front to the car. Before getting in, you said over the roof, “Watching it won’t make it any bigger.”

“You don’t know that,” Sirius said while he sat down behind the wheel. He started the car. “Maybe the little bean needs some encouragement from their dad.”

You groaned. “You’re not going to be calling our baby little bean.”

“Why not? It’s cute!”

“Because my baby is not a vegetable!” Sirius opened his mouth to react but you cut him off by waving your finger at him. “Don’t argue with the pregnant lady.”

“Fine,” Sirius mumbled, but you caught his smile.

When you eventually drove into the Potters’ street, the nerves were reaching up in your body. Although you knew that your friends would be happy for you, you were a bit nervous to tell them. Up until know it had been a secret between you and Sirius and you would be lying if you said that you were eager to spill the secret to your friends. On the other hand, however, you could not wait to tell Lily and finally have someone else than the worried Sirius to talk to.

You stepped out of the car and stared up at Lily and James’ house. Sirius took your hand and pulled you along.

“It’ll be fine,” he said, before pressing the bell. “We will do it together.”

Someone inside yelled before the door opened. Harry’s little figure appeared behind the door and upon seeing Sirius, he jumped into his uncle’s arms. Lily came quickly running into the hall.

“Harry, what did I say about opening the door without mommy?”

Harry pulled back and cringed as he saw his mother’s expression. “Sorry,” he said and Lily’s eyes immediately softened.

“It’s alright, love.” Then she turned to you and Sirius and ushered you inside. “Come in, come in! You’re right on time—James was just about to tell his fishing story again.” You grimaced and Lily laughed at your look. “Exactly.”

You took off your—or Sirius’s—jacket and walked to the living room, where James was animatedly telling Remus a story. When the latter saw you, he quickly jumped up, interrupting James.

“Look who it is! y/n and Sirius!” Remus gave you a quick hug and leaned down to whisper, “Please start a new conversation.”

You chuckled, trying to force down the waves of nerves that rose at the words, and sat down. Harry had let go of Sirius and climbed on your lap, giving you a wet kiss as greeting. A genuine laugh escaped from your throat at the feeling and the nerves in your body settled a bit.

“Mommy said I could stay up till half eight tonight,” Harry said, a big smile on his face.

“Did she? Wow, lucky you!”

Harry nodded and began to tell you about his day. You listened carefully, while also keeping an ear on the conversation of your friends. Much to Remus’ dismay, James was continuing his fishing story. When Lily entered he shut up quickly upon seeing her look and grumbled under his breath.

Lily swiftly changed the subject. “Maybe Sirius or y/n have something to talk about. Something more interesting.”

Sirius, who was sitting next to you, took your hand, asking for your permission. When you nodded he cleared his throat. In your lap, Harry stopped talking and looked at Sirius.

“Actually,” Sirius said, giving your hand a squeeze. “We do have something to tell.”

James frowned and Remus leaned forward in his chair. You saw realisation dawn on Lily’s face before you even said anything. You gave her a smile.

“I’m pregnant,’ you said.

Lily immediately cheered and rushed forward to give you a hug. Over her shoulder you looked at Remus, who had gotten up from his chair and was watching you with a big grin. When Lily finally let go of you, he stepped in for a hug too.

On the other side, James was staring wide-eyed at Sirius.

“She’s pregnant?” he asked and when Sirius nodded he shook his head before launching himself at his best friend with a loud cheer. “She’s pregnant! I knew it! Oh mate, you’re gonna be a dad!”

With Remus’ arm still over your shoulder you watched them. Lily took Harry, who had quickly climbed off your lap when his mother had started to yell, in her arms and stood next to you.

‘What is happening?” the toddler asked, staring with confusion as his father and uncle held each other.

“y/n is having a baby!” Remus explained. “There is a baby in her tummy.”

Harry frowned down at your belly and shook his head. “Where is it?”

“The baby is still very small now,” Lily laughed. “It will grow in her tummy until it is strong enough to come out. Just like you were once in mommy’s belly!”

For a while Harry watched you with a frown, but eventually he appeared to decide it was a good thing and he started to smile. You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

James had let go of Sirius and now engulfed you in a tight hug. “I knew it,” he said when he pulled back. “I can’t believe my two best friends are having a baby.”

You smiled and felt Sirius’ arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at the bright smiles of your friends, wondering why you had been nervous at all.

“So,” Lily started, taking your hand and pulling you to the kitchen where she was finishing up on dinner. “How are you feeling?”

You cackled a dry laugh. “Honestly? Awful. I threw up right before we got here.”

“Aw, darling,” Lily sympathised, rubbing your arm. “I know how it feels. How far are you along?”

You leaned against the kitchen counter with your hip. “Almost three months.”

“Three months?” Lily cried out. “How did you hide it for so long?”

“Well, to be fair, Remus did catch me vomiting all over the toilet at work last week, so I didn’t hide it very well.”

“I knew you didn’t have the flu!”

You spun around. Remus was standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, a grin on his face. He pushed off and draped his arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah, but you didn’t know I was pregnant!’

“No, you kept that quite the secret.”

You smile proudly despite yourself. Remus started laughing at your smile and you shoved his chest.

“In all honesty, y/n,” Lily said, giving you a warm smile. “I am so happy for you. I could not think of anyone who deserves it more than you and Sirius.”

You wrapped your arms around her neck. “Thank you so much, Lils,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye. “And I cannot think of a better family to bring a baby into.”

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soupandsimple · 1 year

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Omg. Husband/Dad Sirius !

* telling Sirius you’re pregnant again with a little ‘big bro’ shirt on your son

………

You purposefully woke up a bit earlier than Sirius today to get your two year old son dressed in his new big bro t-shirt you acquired recently. This small shirt was the way in which you were going to let Sirius know you were pregnant again. Yes it was subtle but since you had not so subtly been trying and trying and trying for a second baby for awhile now, it kind of evened things out.

Coming out of the bedroom, Sirius finds you and your son in the kitchen and instantly greets the little boy who is already waddling over to meet him.

“Hey there baby boy…big bro?” he says upon reading the shirt. “Where’d that shirt come from?” he nonchalantly asks. “Who are you a big bro to?”

You were sure the answer would come to Sirius at that moment but it doesn’t.. instead he accepts a piece of cereal your son was handing him.

“What’s this?” he questions, mind completely switched away from the shirt. “Cereal?” he continues thinking out loud and puts it in his mouth without a care.

Your son babbles something about wanting the piece of cereal back but Sirius instantly brings up the muffins you baked yesterday, to prevent an unnecessary meltdown.

“Why aren’t we having muffins? Do you want a muffin? A muffin with daddy?” Sirius asks, grabbing the container filled with said muffins and taking it over to the table.

Standing by the kitchen counter where you ate your breakfast cereal, you just happily watch them interact. Sirius would eventually have to catch on about the shirt- why ruin this little moment with his son.

Back at the scene, your little boy had followed Sirius to the table and was pulling something out from his mouth.

“What is that?” you ask Sirius.

“Piece of cereal I think” he replies and without a hint of disgust, takes it and puts it aside.

“C’mon let’s have a muffin” he tells his son. “Here” he says, offering him one.

Your little boy shakes his head and Sirius sets it over on the table. “Hmm, you don’t like muffins anymore, yeah is that it? Since when?”

Sirius then grabs a muffin for himself and takes a big bite, “Mmm…” he exaggerates.

Your son smiles and instantly picks up the muffin that was meant for him and takes a big bite like his daddy. “Mmmm…” he mimics.

“Mmm” Sirius repeats once more. “So good. Do you like momma’s muffins?”

Your little boy nods and continues eating away at the muffin, in little nibbles now of course.

“Kid seriously where’d that shirt come from?” Sirius asks after reading the words on the little shirt again but this time it clicks and immediately he looks over at you, throwing the muffin at the table. “Wait, fuck…are you serious?”

You let out the laughter and nod.

“Oh Merlin’s sake, that took me so long” he chuckled deeply, standing up and going to hug you.

Nuzzling your face in his chest you release the last of your giggles. “That’s okay. I love that you see your son and just go straight into daddy mode.”

“Would you have eventually told me or were you just waiting for me to figure it out?” he mumbles jokingly into the top of your head.

“I was going to wait until you figured it out.”

“What if I wouldn’t have by the end of the day, hm? What then?”

“I would still wait. You’d eventually have to connect the dots once my belly started showing in a month or so” you tease, looking up at him through your lashes.

Sirius chuckles and kisses your forehead, “Don’t be mean doll.” <3

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Autumn Adventures

Dad!Sirius Black x Mom!Reader

Words: 1k

Summary: Your daughter is finding it hard to accept that summer is over. So you decide to show her that autumn can also have its good sides.

Sirius had been watching his daughter for several minutes now. Again and again the little girl ran to the window of the living room, pressed her hands and face against the glass, looked out for a few seconds and finally moved away again with a pout.

"Did we invite someone I don't know about?" he asked you as he went into the kitchen to make himself a coffee after a while. You were standing at the sideboard preparing lunch.

"No, why?" you asked irritated and turned to look at your husband.

"Y/D/N keeps looking out the window and seems disappointed, like she's waiting for something." You couldn't help laughing.

"Oh. I thought she'd given up on it. I tried to explain it to her yesterday. She's waiting for better weather. She wants summer to come back." Sirius scrunched his eyebrows together and looked at you incredulously.

"She's waiting for summer?" You nodded. "She doesn't understand that it's autumn now and she can't do all the things she could do a few weeks ago. She's dying to go swimming and see butterflies. And she wants it to stop raining. 'When you were at work yesterday, we had a long discussion about it,' you sighed. At just four years old, the concept of seasons had not yet sunk in with your daughter. And admittedly, autumn was not your favourite season either. It was often wet and cold and the time you could spend outside was clearly limited.

"I love autumn. Maybe I should show her that there are still things to do now. How about taking her outside after lunch? According to the weather forecast, it's supposed to stop raining later. Surely it would do us all good to get out of the house and into the fresh air for a bit?", Sirus finally suggested.

"If you can persuade her, I'd love to. I tried yesterday and I tell you, if looks could kill, I wouldn't be standing in front of you today." Your husband laughed, kissed you and then turned towards the living room where your daughter was once again standing in front of the window.

"Don't worry. I already have a plan in place."

~~~

And indeed, an hour later, Sirius had managed to persuade your daughter to go for a walk. The prospect of being able to put on her new wellies had appeased her and so together, all equipped with wellies and rain jackets, you finally set off.

"It's all wet and muddy," grumbled your daughter after only a few minutes of walking.

"And that's why we have wellies on," you replied to her, pushing the pouting girl in front of you.

"Besides, we couldn't do something like this if it hadn't been raining," Sirius added, heading for one of the large puddles on the path. Without a second's hesitation, he jumped into the water.

"Daddy!" your daughter giggled beside you, watching her father jump around in the puddle.

"I want to too," she finally shrieked and ran towards him. Laughing and shaking your head, you watched as the two of them, hand in hand, took a running jump into the churning water again and again.

"You see Y/D/N, rain doesn't have to be all bad. You can have fun too."

"Mummy, you too!" your daughter urged you.

"Another time perhaps darling, I'll have to get you the towels from the bathroom later, I need clean feet."

The defiant face only lasted for a few seconds and was gone as Sirius pulled her by the hand into the nearest puddle.

~~~

After about ten minutes of your husband and daughter, jumping from one puddle to the next, you continued on your way.

"Look Mummy! I've found a conker!" your daughter exclaimed, a few metres in front of you, holding a small brown ball in the air.

"There are lots of conkers over there. If you collect enough, we can make some little conker men tonight."

" Conker men? Really?" asked your daughter.

"Hmm. But we need a few more."

"Can you and Daddy help me collect some?", she asked with big puppy eyes. "Of course darling. Come on we need some in different sizes," Sirius replied and started picking up conkers and putting them in his jacket pocket.

It took barely five minutes and all three of you had filled your pockets to the brim.

"Look Mummy a super big one!" exclaimed your daughter excitedly.

" Awesome! But I think we've got enough now. Any more and my bags will burst," you laughed and took your daughter's conker to put it away safely.

"I think we should head back anyway. It looks like it won't be long before it rains," Sirius spoke, gesturing with his head towards the thick, grey clouds above your heads.

"Come on then! I think we could all do with something warm," you agreed, taking your daughter by the hand as you hooked up with your other to Sirius.

~~~

"You two wait here. Leave your shoes outside the door and I'll get you some towels," you said to your husband and daughter when you reached your house again.

"And was it so bad to go out today?" you could hear Sirius ask as you hurried into the bathroom. You couldn't hear your daughter's answer, but you knew that your little outing had definitely appeased her.

"What do you say you and Daddy put on some warm, dry clothes and I'll make us all some hot chocolate while you're at it?" you asked your daughter as you helped her take off her wet and dirty pants.

With an enthusiastic glow, she looked at you and nodded.

"And can we make our little men then?" she asked with an even bigger grin.

"Sure honey, I guess autumn isn't so bad after all, huh?"

"No, but I still like summer better," your daughter mumbled meekly, rolling her eyes playfully.

"You see. Yet we haven't even done the best thing today," Sirius said as he carried your daughter to her room.

"Like what?"

"Well, jump into a pile of leaves!" he replied to her enthusiastically.

"Can we do that tomorrow?!" you heard her ask as you took three cups out of the cupboard in the kitchen.

"Sure, but I think right now we have some hot chocolate waiting for us. If we don't hurry, mum will have drunk it all herself!"

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thefearedashantis · 3 months

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Garlic Toast and Bloody Noses

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

Summary: Your eldest daughter got in trouble at school and Sirius is livid.

Word count: 3.1K

Warning: None (if you think it needs one lmk)

Emmerson is cranky, per usual. You weren’t sure how long a two-year-old could cry before tiring themselves out, but he was surely going for the record.

Nothing you did soothed him. Rocking, singing, a stroll around the block. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to play. He didn’t want to sleep. The reasoning for his upset was simple enough. One you’d figured out shortly after he was born.

He hated you. Detested. Loathed. Abhorred. As much as the very idea broke your heart.

From the moment he took his first breathe he despised your very presence. Would absolutely scream his little head off until Sirius, or anyone really, rescued him from your grasp. Only then from the comfort of his fathers’ arms would he calm, then turn back to stare at you accusingly with watery eyes.

Well, his father wasn’t home at the moment, and you stare at the clock praying for the minutes to go by quicker. School and extracurricular activities having ended, Sirius and your other two children should be walking through the front door any second.

Your husband would enter your home silently, tuckered out from a long day. He’d take off his shoes and hang up his coat. Round the couch and lean down to peck you gently at the corner of your lips before prying your son from your arms. Wrestling his fat hands loose of your hair which he never failed to get an ironclad grip on. Then you’d stow away in the bathroom for a few quiet minutes after saying hello to your girls. Just to give yourself a little pep talk and allow the headache pulsing behind your eyes to recede. Give yourself some much-needed reassurance that this behaviour couldn’t last forever. At some point he’d warm up to you.

He had to, right?

You’re wretched from your thoughts at the slam of the front door. Followed by a gust of air whisking by you where you were slumped in the living room, thunderous footsteps banging up the stairs. Another door slams in the distance.

From the brief glimpse at the back of a muddy soccer uniform you know it must be Amelia, and that fact has you up on your feet in a panic. Because just as your youngest scorned your existence your eldest adored you. If she wasn’t at school she was virtually glued to your hip. She would never come home without stopping to throw herself at you like you’d been apart for an eternity.

Something was wrong.

You’ve barely placed Emmy into his playpen, a rigorous tussle, and taken a step into the hall when a small body crashes into your middle. Your kindergartner. Backpack, coat and shoes still on.

“Mom!”

“Claire!” you try to match her enthusiasm.

“I’m hungry” she mumbles against your stomach, arms squeezing you tight.

“I made your favourite snack. It’s on the counter for you.”

Sirius appears in the archway just as Claire scurries away. He’s in a flurry, making long strides in the direction of the stairs without so much as acknowledging you. “You get back down here right now young lady!” His voice all but shakes the house, sending your heart scuttling into your throat. Sirius never raises his voice, especially not when angry. Sirius was hardly ever angry to begin with.

Your hand shoots out to grab at him before he can get too far, pulling him to a harsh stop. “Whoa, whoa whoa! What’s going on?”

“Lia got in a fight at school!” Claire calls from the kitchen.

And he’s teetering on you, trying to get you to let him go.

“What? Why didn’t you call me? What’s happened, is she alright?”

“I’d say she’s doing better than Isaac!” Now he’s moving, circling to the other end of the room, dragging you along with him. “I mean parents trust me to look after and teach their children! How does it seem when I can’t even discipline my own? She’s old enough to know not to hit others!”

Sirius was the music teacher at the local elementary school. The one both of your daughters attended. That being the case he usually handled anything pertaining to the girls while on the premises. Didn’t mean you were out of the loop however. If one got so much as a scratch on the playground you were sent a text about it. For the entire day to have elapsed without him informing you on what had happened was odd.

“Sirius” you release his arm in favour of his face, rubbing at the space between his nape and ear in a manner you knew he found soothing “Honey, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

But your attempts to pacify him prove worthless when his roaming eyes finally snap to yours with a steely coldness that has a chill running up your spine. You see none of the sticky affection you’re accustomed to within them. Nothing but distaste. There was no questioning Emmy’ parentage with that gaze.

“I told you the haircut wasn’t a good idea.”

Haircut? Was he still upset about that all these weeks later?

“What’s her hair have to do with anything?”

His eyes roll so hard you fear they’ll be lost in the back of his head. He shakes out of your hold. “Because you undermine me with every little thing when it comes to her! I try to put my foot down and you immediately slag it off!”

“It’s her hair Sirius. She wanted it short and you couldn’t give a good enough reason why she shouldn’t be allowed to have it that way.”

Emmy has finally gone quiet in his play pen. Standing and peeking over the edges at the two of you, gaze flitting back and forth like a ping pong ball whenever someone speaks. Probably wondering why his beloved father hasn’t come to pick him up yet.

“Because she looks like a boy!” Sirius throws his hands up, looking to the sky for some sort of backup he would not be receiving. “She already dresses like a boy, you’ve let her chop all her hair off and now she’s running around getting into trouble like some little delinquent!” With every word his face gets more and more red, voice trembling with raging effort.

You can’t seem to find anything to say for a long moment, just watching him breathe in and out in desperate rags. A minute passes, then two. When he manages to catch his breath and stumble over to the couch you follow closely behind. Leaning down near his ear so you won’t have to speak above a whisper.

“First of all Black, I don’t know who you’re speaking to in that tone but I suggest you check it, right now. Her hair and the way she dresses are nobody’s business but her own and they don’t make her a boy.” The fact those words could even leave his mouth after the childhood he had baffled you “And second I think you should stop and reevaluate the way you talk about your daughter, especially while she’s right upstairs to hear you.”

He turns his head. You’re so far into his space that your noses almost brush but you don’t back away. You would always stand firm when it came to your children. The one’s you two created and set out to raise together in the loving and supporting environment neither of you had gotten growing up.

“Are you guys arguing?”

You straighten up at the squeak of Claire’s question. She stands behind the couch with a slight frown on her round face. Her snack of garlic toast held between two hands.

“No darling of course not,” a smile splits your expression for good measure “why don’t you come with me to check on Lia while Daddy says hello to Emmy hm?”

Claire is not convinced “sounded like arguing.”

You’re at the base of the stairs, swatting the girl up them, when Sirius calls back in a very small manner “I’m sorry.”

He appears more like himself now, the love of your life. Thin, long limbed, warm eyes with a hint of melancholy. Deflated of his anger and replenished with his token skittish composure.

“When I come back there will be no more yelling.”

He nods, and you’re off to discover the root of this grand affair.

Claire stands outside of Lia’ closed door when you arrive. Shifting from foot to foot as if nervous to go in. You reach over her and rap on the sticker covered wood with a firm knuckle. There’s no answer but you turn the knob and enter anyway.

The room is dark, lights off and curtains drawn. The only illumination comes from the device set up on the bedside table that projects stars and planets onto the ceiling. A balled-up form rests in the very corner of the bed, back to you, arms slung over the head.

“Is she crying?” Claire whispers. Well, her version of whispering. Which was just her regular speaking volume but slower.

“No.” Lia grinds out. She twists herself around so you can see her face. She wasn’t crying but she surely had been if the red of her eyes were evidence enough.

You make your way over to the bed, posting yourself up against the headboard. Claire opts to sit at the bottom, gazing up at the light show.

“Want to tell me what happened at school today?”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Despite the circumstances a warm fuzzy feeling seeps throughout your chest, always happy to indulge in some physical affection. Lia is still quite small for her age. She crawls over your legs and slots her body against yours, burrowing as close as she can manage, sticking her nose into the material of your shirt and inhaling deeply. Her dark hair tickles your face. Not long enough for a scrunchy and too short for much other styling. It sticks up in amusing ends from sweat.

Claire must feel left out because she wraps a crummy hand around your socked foot.

“Daddy’s disappointed in me,” her voice is hoarse and wobbly. She keeps her eyes shut tight while speaking, nose scrunched.

“He’s not, he’s just…unsettled, stressed maybe.”

“Is there a difference?”

To an eight-year-old there might not be.

“Daddy was yelling” comes a whisper snaking up from the end of the bed.

“Be quiet Claire!” Lia tries to shoo the younger girl out of her room but she refuses to go.

“Loudly.” She continues “His face was all red.”

You fight a giggle “Eat your bread Claire bear.”

“Furious” she finishes around the last mouthful of her treat. She’s always been your chatty baby, forever excited for new vocabulary words.

You return your full attention to Amelia “Tell mom what happened bug.”

She doesn’t start immediately, instead relishing in the feeling of your fingers combing through her damp hair for a while. When she does start speaking the story is much worse than you thought it would be.

The boys in class have been bothering her for the last few months.

One in particular who sits directly behind her by the name of Isaac. He is the reason, she confesses, for originally wanting to cut her hair short despite loving the lack of inches now. It was in hopes of deterring him from yanking it by handfuls.

They apparently dislike her always trying to hang around with them and not the girls. Girls belonged with girls and boys belonged with boys as it went. Not allowed to mix. Cooties too easily spread.

They took to stuffing things down the back of her shirt. Swiping her glasses off her face. Shoving her in the lunch line. Ripping the pages out of her notebooks. Pouring glue in her chair. Scratching mean names into her desk. Cornering her during recess while the teachers were distracted and pulling her pants down in front of everyone. Because if she wouldn’t play with the girls then she must be a boy but if she was a boy then they'd need proof.

She tried to tell her homeroom teacher when it first started but the woman didn’t believe her because Isaac is a top student and his family name stood proud on the sign outside of the new gym complex. She must have done something to him to earn such treatment.

“Did you go to your father?”

Lia shakes her head “I started to once but he just told me to try sticking with the girls more.”

“What about me? I thought we didn’t keep secrets between us.”

“You always tell me to be brave and stick up for myself if someone bothers me. I was trying to build up the courage but—” she dissolves into a low whine, struggling to finish around her tears. “I don’t think Daddy likes me.”

Claires eyebrows furrow. Up until then you didn’t think the girl had even been listening “Why would you say that!” she shouts, looking seconds away from bursting into tears herself.

You’re quick to intervene “She doesn’t mean it. Your big sister is just really sad right now.”

“No, I mean it!” Lia insists, sitting up to rub at her eyes “He doesn’t like me! He complains about everything I do!” her head bobbles from side to side as she lists “Sit more lady like. Why don’t you wear any of the dresses grandma bought you. Why don’t you do ballet instead of soccer. Why don’t you grow your hair out like the other girls. Why don’t you have any girl friends”

You take her hands into yours, they’re cold. You feel unprepared to deal with her emotions, she’s so young to even be ruminating over such things. All you want to do is ease her heartache, as her mother. An adult in her life who should have all the answers, but has no clue where to start. What would be saying too much and what would be too little. “Oh, my love, your father had a really hard time growing up with his own dad. He was really strict with him. That’s no excuse for him to take it out on you, but I know he loves you very much”

She deflates back onto your chest “Yeah, but he doesn’t like me.”

She finishes the story.

It was recess. She was climbing up onto the monkey bars and about to go across when Isaac caught her pant leg and tried to yank them down. On instinct she went to kick him off and accidentally struck him in the face.

“I didn’t mean to break his nose. Swear.”

Never in a million years would you think her capable of intentionally hurting some. You placate her with a kiss on the forehead anyway “how about you and mom go out for a treat? Huh? Just the two of us?”

She sniffles in contemplation “Ice cream?”

“Anything you want.”

“Can I come?” Claire crawls her way up to the headboard.

“I’ll bring you back some, but Lia’s had a very bad day and that means what?”

“She needs mommy time?”

“Exactly.”

You ease said girl out of your lap gently, laying her out on the pillows, and promising to be back in five minutes. Then you’d go for her treat.

On your way out of the room you notice Claire scooting closer. She sticks her pointer finger right in her sisters’ face. “Your eyes are puffy.”

The aggravated “Claire!” follows you down the stairs.

In the living room Sirius and Emmy sit in comfortable silence, your husband bouncing the now cheerful baby on his knee. His neck nearly snaps at your approach. Eyes already glassy with regret.

“Is she terribly upset?”

“Heartbroken more like” you say, not bothering to sugarcoat it for him “she thinks you don’t like her.”

He lowers his head in shameful anguish when you sit beside him. “I just, she’s so much like me when I was young.” No friends his own gender. Only interested in things typically deemed non-conforming “the things I went through in school, at home, it pains me to imagine that happening to her.”

How much had she told him of the bullying you wonder and why had he kept it from you. You'd been there for so much of his own struggle that it honestly hurts your feelings that he’d allowed himself to spiral so much without seeking you out. The number of times he showed up on your doorstep in the wee hours of the morning. The cuts and bruises you’d tended, caused over simplicities like nail polish, the length of his hair, the music he listened to. The way he dressed, acted, spoke.

“Ok, but you can’t just force her to change who she is in the name of protecting her. Just because she isn’t the girliest girl out there doesn’t give anyone the right to bully her, not even you. All you’re doing is teaching her that being herself is not ok. Then to go and blow up on her like that. It’s confusing Sirius. You know better.”

You don't say it, wouldn’t ever go that low, but you know he’s thinking it. He’s acting like his father.

Sirius sits with your words.

“Why did she hit him then?”

“She didn’t really. He tried to pull her pants down on the playset so she kicked out. It was an accident.”

“Pull her pants down?”

A fresh wave of anger rolls over his shoulders. You snatch Emmy from his grasp before planting a kiss onto his temple.

“No more of that. Go upstairs and talk to her before we leave.”

You’d get on him later for keeping secrets from you.

Sirius returns the kiss, lingering for a few seconds too long, pressing his nose into the fat of your cheek. He smells like peppermint.

“I love you.” Her murmurs. And you’re suddenly transported back to your childhood bedroom. The sun just creeping over the horizon and spilling through your window right onto his sleeping face. The lips so like Claires’, ears and brows so like Emersons’, freckles like Amelias’. Hovering your finger over the bridge of his nose, skimming along his throat. Blowing gently at his thick lashes. Poking at the sliver of skin peeking out at his tummy where his shirt had risen up. When you’d fall asleep with him on the floor and always wake up to his breath on the back of your neck, legs tangled in bed with you. The fit of giggles sneaking him out the house before your parents woke up.

“Love you too. Now go!”

You’re once again left with Emmy in the exact same place you’d started. He watches Sirius take the stairs two at a time before turning back to you, frown already forming.

“And you my little man, i love you so much.”

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