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letraspal · 22 days
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“What? You said take Harry with you!”
“You know this is not what I meant, Sirius!”
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industrations · 1 year
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I made this for my mental stability 🤝
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poetic-gays · 9 months
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Wolfstar raising Harry
Sirius: Fuck
Remus: You can’t say fuck in front of the baby you fucking dumbass
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redadidassneakers · 13 days
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Wolfstar raising Harry
Harry: *watching Remus pour Coca-Cola down the sink* what are you doing?
Remus: I’m using this to dissolve whatever gunk is clogging the drain
Harry: cool, do you think it will dissolve the screwdriver that’s down there?
Remus: the fucking what?
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causereyna-artie · 12 days
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Idk why, but when I think of Sirius parenting Harry, all I see is Sirius and Harry getting really close and laughing together, and then toddler Harry calls Sirius, 'papa', and all of sudden Sirius is on his knees with pictures of James and Lily, begging Harry to remember.
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siriuslybowie81 · 2 months
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Wolfstar raising harry
Remus: (just woke up after a full moon)
Why is there a cow in our back garden?
Sirius:
Harry: we ren out of milk, and pads may have panicked.
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chasingthestarss · 3 months
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Remus: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?
Sirius whispering: why are there little handprints all over the walls
Harry whispering: because I have small hands
Sirius: Becuase he has small hands
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jamespotterbbg · 1 month
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if wolfstar raised harry in modern time, they would've taken him to the eras tour. they would all dress up, go all out. sirius would plan the costumes and remus would pretend he hated it but he loved it. then they all went to the tour and had front row seats because sirius spent the black family fortune on it. harry was like sixteen.
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orange-peony · 6 months
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Written for @flufftober with the prompt "fireplace".
A little wolfstar raising Harry, rated T.
“He’s so irritating.”
“Tell me about it,” Sirius says. “He’s my cousin Cissa’s son.”
“And he’s so bloody posh!”
“Language,” Remus chides gently from the kitchen, busy with Christmas preparations.
“The b word is not swearing,” Harry declares with a frown, then softly, to Sirius, “is it, Pads?”
“Nah,” Sirius says, waving his hand in dismissal. “Tell me more about that obnoxious Malfoy kid.”
*  ~  *
“And he’s so fucking annoying with his pointy face and his white-blond hair,” Harry says, scratching his arm where another mosquito bite is swelling up.
“Language!” Remus says, even though Sirius can’t even see him. His husband seems to have a special radar for swear words.
“Sorry,” Harry says, looking much less concerned than he probably should. Sirius feels a little guilty because he’s always swearing in front of Harry, but brushes it off as teenagers being teenagers. “And he’s just—so tall and so smart and so…”
“So?” Sirius asks with a frown.
“So irritatingly fit!”
“Wait, what?” 
*  ~  *
“Do you think they’re going to spend much longer snogging on the train platform?” Sirius asks with a resigned sigh.
Remus chuckles and wraps his arms around Sirius’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Summer is long when you’re seventeen,” Remus says calmly.
“But they’re going to see each other in a couple of days!” Sirius protests. “We’re dragging the brat to France with us on holiday.”
“If I recall correctly,” Remus starts, his voice like a caress on Sirius’s cheek. “The first time we parted for a couple of days, you cried and begged me to come and visit you at James’s house.”
“Oh, shut up,” Sirius replies grumpily.
He thinks a kiss is in order, at least to distract him from his godson being snogged within an inch of his life by a Malfoy.
*  ~  *
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sirius groans, covering his face with his hands and making Draco squeal in embarrassment.  
He supposes it’s kind of his fault. He should have probably sent his Patronus to Harry before Flooing straight to his kitchen. But Harry is his son. And he’s been living on his own for only a week, so Sirius was worried and wanted to check on him.
He wasn’t expecting to find Draco Malfoy making himself tea in Harry’s kitchen, wearing only Harry’s oversized hoodie and a pair of boxers.
Sirius covers his eyes and makes a disgruntled sound.
“I’m going to go grab my pyjama bottoms,” Draco says. “I’ve made enough tea for an army. Help yourself, Sirius.”
“It’s Mr Black-Lupin for you,” Sirius grumbles.
“Oh, stop being impossible, Pads,” Harry croaks, appearing by the kitchen door wearing just a pair of pants and a collection of love bites. “Morning, love. Thanks for making tea.”
*  ~  *
The fireplace roars to life as a green flame appears and Draco’s blond head pokes through.
“May I come in?” he asks, looking extremely nervous.
“Of course,” Remus says, uncrossing his legs and sitting up.
And Sirius should have known. He should have fucking known, because Draco send an official request to speak to him and Remus, written on the fanciest parchment Sirius has ever seen (and he grew up with a bunch of pure bloods). Draco is wearing the most dazzling formal robes, and he has a small, blue box clutched in his shaking hands. He looks like he’s about to be sick. He looks even paler than usual.
“I—I know you have your reservations about me, and rightfully so,” Draco starts, and Sirius is about to say well, of course, you little Harry-thief, but Remus places a hand on his thigh, and Sirius just exhales and listens. “But I love Harry with all my heart. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love him, and I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make him the happiest man on earth. So, please, I know I’m asking you an awful lot, but…”
“Can we say no?” Sirius asks, but Remus pokes him in the ribs.
“Of course, you can marry Harry,” Remus says with a warm smile, and Draco starts crying straight away, looking at Sirius, waiting for his approval.
Sirius sighs.
He should have seen this coming.
He really should have.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “But I reserve the right to tease you both mercilessly and to swear in front of your kids.”
“Deal,” Draco says with the brightest grin.
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prettiestst4r · 6 months
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OKAY, BUT HARRY POTTER WAS A SASSY LITTLE SHIT TOTALLY ON HIS OWN.
WHAT IF HE WAS RAISED BY WOLFSTAR?? Oh my, I can't even imagine the sassiness...
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basiatlu · 7 months
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Sirius doodling on James's face with eyeliner.
Or Sirius drawing a mustache on baby Harry
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He’s handling it (Harry) very well - this whole parenting thing.
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letraspal · 7 months
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Who’s watching who? | Wolfstar raising Harry | Inktober, day 9.
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theresthesnitch · 17 days
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Sirius woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. He smiled, realizing it meant Harry was home, but it took Remus shifting in his arms to remember exactly what position they were about to be found in.
Remus lifted his head and seemed to realize what they were hearing a moment after Sirius, but Harry's footsteps were on the landing. They hadn't talked about what they were, much less what they were going to tell Harry, and he was about to find them naked in bed together. Sirius panicked and pushed Remus onto the floor on the far side of the bed just before Harry opened the door.
“Sirius!” Sirius turned around and pat the bed next to him. Harry hopped up and leaned into Sirius’s hug. “Sleeping in?”
“Um, yeah.” Sirius pulled the blanket tighter around his hips. “Remus and I were up late last night.” He hoped Harry didn’t ask questions about it.
Instead, Harry blushed. “Yeah, uh. I was too.”
Sirius laughed. “Oh, were you? Want to tell me about it?”
Harry smiled. “Sure, but can we wait for Remus too? Where is he? He wasn’t in his room.”
Sirius was sure that Harry would be able to tell that Remus was in the room by the way his heart rate changed. “Uh, maybe he is in the bathroom?”
"No, it was open."
"The kitchen?"
Harry shook his head. "I flooed into the kitchen."
Sirius pressed his lips together, thinking fast. "Maybe he went to pick up breakfast?"
Harry pulled back from the hug to look up at Sirius in confusion. "You think Remus woke up early to go get breakfast after you both were up late? Remus?"
"He knew you were coming!" Sirius covered quickly. "He might have set an alarm."
Harry stopped to consider that for a moment, then looked excited. "Do you think he's getting donuts? Cause I could really go for one now."
Sirius laughed. "You know, he might be!"
Harry scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'm going to go put my bag away and then make tea. I bet he'll want a cuppa by the time he gets here."
"You're probably right. Make me one too, Haz? I'm probably going to shower real quick."
Harry looked back with a smile. "Of course. I wouldn't forget you." Harry turned and walked out of the room.
Sirius scrambled to the far edge of the bed. “Remus? Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry.”
Remus peaked out from under the bed. “You know, I’ve had some pretty bad experiences the morning after hooking up with a guy, but I think shoved out of bed and forced into buying breakfast just might top all the rest.”
Sirius swallowed hard. “Sorry, it was just he was coming in, and I panicked. We hadn’t talked about us or what to tell Harry and–”
“And now I’m going out to get breakfast.” Remus slid out from under the bed fully now, and moved to start putting on clothes.
“I’m so sorry about that.” Sirius sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll go if you want me to instead. You don’t have to.”
“And what, do you have some polyjuice sitting around so I can be you for the next hour?” Remus shook his head and pulled his trousers up. “It’s fine.”
Sirius bit his lip as he watched Remus dress. “I know we just talked last night about me fighting for you, but this is not me not fighting for you. It’s just–it’s Harry, and I’m–”
“Harry is your priority.” Remus looked at him with a smile, and Sirius felt his pulse settle a bit. “I’m not mad. He should be your priority. It was also kind of funny listening to you scramble for an explanation. I’ll go out and get breakfast now. Donuts, apparently.”
“I’ll pay for them. You can get some money out of my wallet.”
Remus snorted. “You’re damn right, you’re paying. I’m getting myself a coffee too.”
“Whatever you want. A breakfast roll, too. Or an extra donut.” Sirius grabbed his hand. “Are we alright?”
Remus stepped closer, legs pressed against Sirius’s knees over the edge of the bed. He cupped Sirius’s face, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone. “You still like me?”
Sirius bit back the retort that Remus used the wrong L word, and merely answered, “Yes.”
Remus leaned forward and brushed his lips against Sirius’s. “Then yes, we’re alright. We’ll talk about it later, when Harry is busy or whatever.”
“I’d really like that.”
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sliebman10 · 6 days
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Florist AU
“New order,” Sirius said, looking at the ticket before handing it off to Remus.
Remus scanned it and nodded. “Should be done by the end of the day…I have the centerpieces for the wedding ready to go,” he said, gesturing toward his work station, where there were fifteen small, white tea pots filled with blue and white flowers. 
“Those are lovely as always, Moony,” Sirius said, kissing the top of his head as he walked by.
“This one is a special order though…” Remus said, squinting at the order. Chrysanthemums, peonies and daffodils?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s from…
“Our birthday months,” Remus said thoughtfully, an idea forming in his brain.
He diligently created the bouquet as requested, adding some flourishes he wouldn’t have normally added. Sirius admired his work as he did the books at the table across from him. 
This was how they spent most days in Full Moon Flowers. Sirius taking care of the business end, Remus fulfilling the orders. Sirius had tried to make the bouquets, but they never came out as good as when Remus made them. 
Later, the door chimed when Remus was bringing the centerpieces to the front for delivery and Sirius was talking to a customer at the register. When Sirius looked up, he froze a little.
“I ordered the bouquet earlier,” the familiar voice said.
Sirius’s head snapped up in surprise, then his face melted into a grin.”You’re home!” Sirius exclaimed, pulling the visitor into a bear hug. “Moony!”
Remus poked his head back in. “Harry?” he said, in surprise. Their boy had been traveling and hadn’t been around in months.
Harry grinned at the pair of them as Remus joined the hug. “I am. It’s good to be home.”
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redadidassneakers · 1 month
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Wolfstar raising Harry
Sirius: I’ll have two chocolate chip cookies please
Harry: *who’s playing in his plastic kitchen* that’ll be £10. Or you can get four chocolate chip cookies for £20!
Sirius: that doesn’t sound like a deal to me
Harry: *yelling* NO ONE SAID IT WAS
Sirius: . . . Four chocolate chip cookies would be great
Remus: it’s okay, I payed £50 for a hamburger without the fries
Harry: *shrugging* the dog ate them
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amesfgc · 1 year
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domestic wolfstar raising harry stuff
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