#wolfstar raising harry au
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coral
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It is a Wednesday morning and Sirius has found himself in an aquarium, surrounded by squealing children and tutting mums, large tote bags stuffed with brown bag lunches. Remus was supposed to be here as well, but with the looming full and his aching joints, he didn't feel quite up to chasing sprogs around the aquarium.
He notices that the mums have definitely given him, the only dad-chaperone, and not the nice quiet one with the sweaters and soft smile, but the one with the earring and the long hair, the cold shoulder, but he couldn't be bothered to care. So the mums practically made his decision for him, allowing Sirius to easily join the kids in their excitement and explore the exhibits in earnest.
So he oohs and ahhs and hmms excitedly when Harry starts telling him about all the different types of corals in the tropical reef display, gives a big (genuine) wow when they walk through the underwater tunnel and they are absolutely surrounded by fish, and happily hoists Harry up on his shoulders so he can get a better viewing of the seals in their enclosure.
By the end of the trip, Harry's little legs are tired, his eyes drooping a bit too, and Sirius scoops him up, his head resting in the crook of his neck.
"Have a fun time today Haz?" He murmurs, following the trail of other schoolkids out of the last exhibit. Harry nods against his neck, a quiet mmhm accompanying it.
"You made it a lot more fun, though. Can you come on the next one too?"
"Of course, Harry. Maybe we can even get ol' Moony to join us as well?"
"I think I'd like that," Harry mumbled back, his exhaustion from the day clearly getting the best of him. Sirius smiled, I think I'd like that too.
cross-posted on a03
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar#wolfstar raising harry#wolfstar raising harry au#sirius black#remus lupin#coral#i dont even know what this is but its fluff and fills the prompt so take it and be happy
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Anarchy
a state of disorder due to absence or non-recognition of authority or other controlling systems.
‘You can’t do this!’ Marlene shrieks and the other members of the Order can only watch with clenched fists. Remus was keeping a hold of all their wands and pointing his own threateningly.
‘Yeah? Watch us.’ Sirius spits back, venom in his voice as he holds Harry with one arm and clutches Remus’ old Prefect badge with the other. It was a Portkey.
‘You can’t just flee— This goes against the plan!’
‘What plan, exactly? The one that got James and Lily killed?’
‘Dumbledore will—‘
‘To hell with Dumbledore!’ Remus yells and throws one quick look to his wristwatch. He feels Sirius’ hand slide over his own, the warm metal against his skin. It was time. ‘We are out of here.’
With that, he lets the wands he had previously stolen fall and Marlene’s terrified face is the last thing they both see before the Portkey activates.
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#soo writes#is this considered dumbledore bashing#harry potter#sirius black#james potter#remus lupin#lily evans#harry james potter#albus dumbledore#marlene mckinnon#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#microfic#ficlet#marauders#marauders era#wolfstar raising harry au
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"Moons, leggo 'f my hair" Sirius mumbles. He's still somewhere half asleep, but the insistent tugging at his hair is slowly pulling him into consciousness.
A soft giggle sounds from behind him, as another tug is given. Sirius swats his arm back in an attempt to get away from the hand that has attached itself onto him.
"R'mus, 'm not joking. Lemme sleep some more."
"What did I do now?" Comes the confused voice of his boyfriend, causing Sirius to blink several times. Another sharp yank to his hair is given, and more giggles follow.
Shaking his head like a confused puppy, Sirius slowly moves his hand to the back of his head. Until he feels something soft and warm tangled in his hair.
"Ssssh, Pa'foot sleep! Ha'ry no wake. Sssssh" the toddler on the bed giggles as Sirius lifts him over his head onto his pillow.
"Padfoot is very awake now, Prongslet."
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#this ending sucks but im just glad the prompt came back to me tbh#wolfstar microfic#wolfstarmicrofic#britt writes stuff#my microfic#attachment#wolfstar raising harry au#good godfather sirius black#sleepy wolfstar
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wolfstar house, circa 1994
teenage harry: Oh, I hope he didn't embarrass you, dad
james: Oh don't mind him. Harry had his first boy over today and Regulus shot him
remus:
remus: anyway—
#jegulus raising harry#pandalily raising luna#harry potter#the marauders#everyone lives au#headcanons#regulus black#harry james potter#james potter#remus lupin#uncle moony#lily evans#pandora rosier#luna lovegood#luna rosier#headcanon#pandalily#wolfstar#sirius black#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#rosekiller#uncle padfoot#uncle barty#uncle evan#modern family
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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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Sirius finds out abt Drarry
Sirius: You are grounded for… ‘til college
Harry: FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE!!!
Sirius: FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE
Harry: Whyyyyy
Sirius: For kissing that blonde, greasy git
Harry: You’re the one who took him under your wing!
Sirius: Well, this wing shall flap no more
#sirius stays hating slytherins#he hates seeing the pattern between James and Harry#he’ll get over it tho#Remus is just in the corner#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#golden trio era#hp marauders#sirius black#sirius raises harry au#source: icarly#sirius is sooo Spencer and Harry is obviously so Carly#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#marauders headcanon#sirius and james#sirius and harry#wolfstar raising harry
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Sirius, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!
Harry (5yo), in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you're staying home and having my kids
Remus: what the fuck are you guys doing?
Sirius: playing systemic oppression
#sirius and remus raise Harry AU because that’s how it should have been#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#hp#wolfstar#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#marauders
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Pack
1.4k (gasp) for dear anon, AU full of - family, friends to lovers, and of course pining
It was cute when they were in school, the whole rivalry thing. Draco’s “I got an E in potions” versus Harry’s “my mum sends the best parcels”, Draco’s “Padfoot let me ride his bike” to Harry’s “I’m still faster on a broom”. It was fine. Fun, even, rolling around the Gryffindor common room, teasing and screaming and laughing, endless nights of sneaking around and annoying the shit out of everyone.
(Draco told him once, hiding underneath a desk in an abandoned classroom, waiting for Filch to leave the library. How his Father always said he’s meant to be in Slytherin. Father, with that look in his eyes, detesting and sneering and a little hungry. But then he got Moony and Padfoot, and can you imagine the look on Pads’s face if he got sorted there? Mental. Besides, who would want to anyway. It was better to be here with Harry, making sure his stupidity didn’t get him killed.)
It was still a little cute after graduation, when Harry came to stay with them for three months. Draco’s “I know the best restaurants” to Harry’s “I made your favourite pasta”, Harry’s “early registration” to Draco’s “already have a job”. Moony and Padfoot let them do whatever, almost, treated them like adults, in a way Harry’s parents never really would. Although Sirius got so angry one morning, when Draco came back from a night shift he wasn’t meant to do. He hasn’t told anyone about it, and Pads was worried about him, wanker. Draco had tears in his eyes when he shouted back, about back off and shut up and this isn’t even, a lot of “you don’t understand”s that Remus actually laughed at.
(Harry never had shouting matches like that with his parents. His mum would usually storm off to cool down, and his dad never raised his voice. But Draco and Padfoot made up before breakfast was finished, frowning around their toast and glaring at Moony, who was still laughing, and it was okay. Then at the end of summer when Draco handed them the envelope with all the money he’s saved—“I just wanted—to give you something back—” Harry was glad he’d be leaving soon, because it was terrifying, watching Remus and Sirius cry so fucking much).
It was less fun during Uni, because Draco never went, and Harry had no one to compete with. Draco got a better job than his crappy summer one, and Moony got him his own bike, which was really unfair. Harry’s shitty old car used to be his gran’s and it didn’t go thirteen miles without falling apart. Whatever. They met every break, sometimes during the semester too. Often as they could travel. But it wasn’t the same, because their lives were so different now. “Submitted my essay on the very last minute” didn’t really compare with “getting an actual office here!”. And Draco looked so grown up in his black jacket and that annoying new eyeliner-habit, so good and—far away, and it hurt, a bit. To not be a part of it all. Of his life.
(He went to see Father, he said, a rare three AM phone call the night before Harry’s organic chem exam. In prison. He went to visit him, mostly because—well, he didn’t really know why. And it was awful. Which Harry was a little happy about, because he always hated the man, and it was easier, he imagined, not to be so torn up. But Draco sounded so sad. Heart-breakingly so. There were lots of pauses on the phone, like Draco was smoking fifteen cigarettes one after the other. “Anyway,” he said in the end, sighed again. “Don’t tell Pads or Moony. They’ll break that man’s face, and I can’t have my real dads in prison, right?”)
It got infinitely better when Harry moved to the city in work placement. Draco got his own flat—a horrible, dingy little place he was endlessly proud of, and Sirius and Remus came by every weekend. Harry loved it and hated it and decided he was moving in too, to which Draco laughed and said, I already have a room for you. Supposing he won that round.
(it was messy, and gross, and wonderful. They found the best-worst pubs in the neighbourhood and became friends with the old queer couple the floor above. A lot of things became—clearer, and more confusing, and his mum almost got a stroke when she came to visit the first time, and dad and Sirius warded the entire place like it was a national security issue. It was amazing, and Harry was a little bit in love. Oops.)
It got worse again, because being in love (oops) meant Harry lost every single argument, seeing as he couldn’t think straight anymore. He forgot to tell Draco about his big findings because the bastard wore the tightest trousers. Draco’s ‘hilarious’ stories about his ‘hilarious’ ‘’handsome’’ (!) colleague made Harry green with nausea, which meant he couldn’t form any good rebuttals with his co-researchers. It was a disaster, and Harry hated losing, and losing to Draco all the more—then Draco got that promotion offer in Italy, and—it was getting worse and worse by the minute, because he was actually thinking of going—
(“I have to be my own man,” he said, with that face he makes when he’s hurt, like Harry’s betrayed him. “I need to find—it’s not that easy, not like it is for you, it has nothing to do with—” and Harry didn’t know how to ask him not to leave, how to make him understand he’ll be taking Harry’s heart with him too, how to keep Draco from doing what might be the best thing for him. So he only nodded and said, “You should go.” And Draco turned around, still shaking, and left.)
Then it was the worst, because Draco was in fucking Italy, and the flat was so empty it made him sick. His mum and dad came over, and when it wasn’t enough they brought Moony and Padfoot too, so his whole family was there, and they had nothing to tell him. Harry hated his job, hated his life, hated everything and everyone—and no, even if it wasn’t true, it felt like it, because Draco wasn’t there. Sirius patted his arm, and mum hugged him so tight, and Moony sighed, but dad was the brightest, because he said, “Why don’t you go too?”
(It took three Floo calls, a month of preparation, and five job interviews. Dad bought him a new suit, mum rewrote his resume, and with some of Pads and Moony’s contacts, they got him this magical-researcher position in Verona. Booked the portkey and everything, and didn’t tell Draco he was coming. And then, suddenly, they were all coming: always wanted to see Italy, apparently, and hey, they missed Draco too, he was basically all of theirs son, and—butt off, mum—didn’t help. They all got tickets on the same key, and ambushed Draco outside his new, fucking-gorgeous building.
He came down the street around half five, laughing with this handsome Italian bloke, and Harry wanted to die. But then he saw them all and stopped still in his tracks. Blinked and blinked for an impossibly long time. Tilted his head, blinked again, then said, out loud, “What the actual fuck?”
The others waited, thank god. Harry ran forward, so nervous he was choking, and said, without a single thought in his head, “I missed you so much. You’re so fucking beautiful, I missed you, who’s this guy, I missed you I missed you I—”
Draco smiled, that lopsided thing with the eyeroll and said, “I missed you too, but why did you have to bring my parents?”
And then he kissed him, and Harry felt like he’s floating, like fireworks went off—no, it was just the others, cheering like bloody idiots. Harry’s grin was so wide it hurt.
“I know the best ice cream place in town,” Draco whispered, conspiratorial, still smiling. “Fabio’s wife owns it, right around the corner. Want to go, catch up a bit? Just the two of us? Before we… with everyone else? I just. I really missed you.”
And maybe it wasn’t a competition, not exactly, but Harry still felt like he won.)
It got even better after that. Pretty-fucking-great, actually.
#drarry#1.4 k#prompt#wolfstar raising Draco#Jily raising Harry#is that the ship name even#friends to lovers#draco in gryffindor#AU AU AU#pining#family#it's a whole pack of em#Italy and soft rivalry and childhoods entwined with each other and#rockingrobin69#hello yes i am here
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I just want it to stop
TW: talking about suicide, kinda can't really explain it but yeah if you don't want to read that then maybe you should skip this one
Wolfstar raises harry and kind of modern AU
He was finally heading home. He almost missed the train, and he definitely didn't want to be late. Sirius didn't like being alone, definitely not with Harry, like he was now, even though Sirius loved the boy more than anything, but he just didn't trust himself to be alone for a long time and Remus knew that, even though there was no point because every time they were alone everything went perfectly. He also knew that it would stress Sirius out if he didn't come home when he had promised.
When he opened the door of their flat he was met by silence, absolute silence, instead of the usual smiling Sirius who'd be greeting him with a hug when he came home. He knew Sirius was home because his shoes and jacket were there. It was never silent in their home. There was always something playing in the background, either music or the TV was on. Sirius couldn't stand silence, he needed to have something in the background to focus.
He stepped out from his shoes, setting them neatly on the shoe rack, dropping his back bag to the floor, and hanging his jacket on the hook on the wall, right next to Sirius' Black leather jacket. He called out for Sirius, but nothing. He walked down the short hallway going to their living room, nothing. Everything was neatly put and nothing had been moved around, although the coffee cup he had left there this morning was gone.
It looked like no one lived here, all Harry's toys were neatly put away what he knew was a habit of Sirius' always cleaning up when he was feeling down. All the lights off and everything's so quiet, it almost felt ghostly, Remus thought as he walked past the kitchen, still no sign of Sirius nor Harry.
He decided to check Harry's bedroom, quietly opening the door, peeking his head through the door, seeing that Harry was down for a nap. He sighed in relief, even though he knew everything would be alright, but there was some weight lifted off his chest, only needing to find Sirius.
He was worried, there were only two places to check, he could be in their bedroom or the bathroom, he looked down the hall seeing the bathroom door locked, so he decided to go knock on the door. Hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. No. It couldn't be, Sirius had been alright, everything was good? Right. He would've noticed.
He knocked on the door, no answer. "Sirius, baby? Are you there?'' He asked through the door, still not hearing anything. “Open the door, please.” He whispered, and after a while the lock clicked. And Remus opened the door, slipping in, flicking the lights on, swallowing past a lump in his throat at the sight in front of him.
Sirius was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, with his knees tucked under his chin. There was a small plastic bottle on the floor beside him. Sirius' cheeks were rosy and tear stained, he looked dazed and out of this world.
Remus took a couple of steps forward, kneeling in front of Sirius, looking at him carefully. He reached to brush hair out of his eyes, trying to get Sirius out of this state, to focus on something, instead of staring blankly at the cupboard, nothing behind his eyes.
“Look at me.” He whispered, gently, caressing his fingers over his cheek, wiping away the newly shed tears. “C'mon baby, it's alright, just look at me.” And he did, after a while he blinked his eyes a couple of times, before looking at Remus.
“Hi.” He whispered, a small smile tucking on his lips, glad that Sirius was slowly getting out from, whatever it was. He glanced at the bottle on the floor, what he knew to be Sirius' medicine. The cap was closed, but the sight still made him worried. He swallowed thickly, about to speak, but Sirius started before him.
“I-i just wanted it to stop rem. Just wanted it to stop. I can't make it stop, I can't, I…” he whispered, voice small and fragile. Remus took one of Sirius' hands, brushing his fingers over his knuckles before answering.
“You wanted to stop what? Sirius, did you? You didn't-” he asked, biting down his lip, looking at Sirius, hoping Sirius got what he meant. Because if he was right. It would be bad, so, so bad. A panic started to rise in his chest, but he tried to push past it for Sirius' sake.
Sirius shook his head. “I couldn't get the cap off.” He whispered, admitting that he tried, well, he didn't exactly try, he just couldn't get the cap off, it wouldn't open. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it, he didn't know what he was thinking or what was going through his head, he just was so confused.
“Sirius-” he started, but the door was suddenly pushed open, revealing Harry, just standing there, cuddling his soft pink rabbit, named Millie, to his chest, rubbing his eyes. “Hey, haz. Let's go to your room, huh? Let's go play for a bit.” Remus said, standing up and leading the boy out from the bathroom doorway. Harry shook his head, looking up at Remus.
“Moony.” He said, holding up his arms, wanting to be picked up and Remus did, he scooted Harry up in his arms, kissing his forehead. He leaned his head to Remus' shoulder, and cuddled the rabbit between them.
“Wanna watch a movie?” He asked and Harry nodded. “Did you have a good nap, pup?” He asked setting Harry down on the couch, before turning on Lilo and stitch, it was one of Harry's favorites.
“I did, an' had a good dream.” He mumbled and Remus smiled, ruffling his hair.
“I'll be right back, okay?” He said, and Harry nodded, focusing on the movie as Remus left the room. He walked back to the bathroom, seeing that Sirius hadn't moved at all. “He's happily watching a movie.” Remus said, this time sitting down next to his husband on the floor, taking his hand.
“I'm sorry, moons.” Sirius whispered, resting his head on Remus' shoulder, who kissed his head, smiling a bit, even though Sirius wouldn't see it.
“It's alright, love, talk to me?”
“I um- it's getting bad again, and I just needed something to calm the thoughts down, for it to stop, even for a moment.” He rambled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you.”
“Don't worry about it, baby, it's alright. We've been through this before, haven't we? We'll do it again, right? Together.”
“Together.” Sirius whispered, a small smile on his lips, for a brief moment, but Remus noticed. He always noticed, although he scolded himself for not picking up the signs of Sirius feeling bad again.
“Okay to get up? Or you wanna talk?'' Remus asked, after a while, he could hear the movie in the background and Harry babbling something to Millie. Sirius shook his head, lifting it up from Remus' shoulder, looking up at him.
“Can I get a kiss?” He asked, and Remus smiled, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, and thank you.” He whispered, before slowly starting to get up, wiping his eyes for the last time.
“Love you too. Now, please help me. I'm an old man, I'm not made to sit on the floor.” Remus said, and Sirius let out a chuckle, but helped him up nonetheless.
“Old man my ass, you're twenty-four besides I'm older.” He smiled, looking at Remus, who smiled, just because Sirius was a little more like himself again, even if it was just for a moment.
“I'm gonna make some dinner, and then we can all cuddle up on the couch and watch the movie? Sound good?" Remus said as they made their way out of the bathroom, he nodded heading to the living room.
He sat down on the couch next to Harry, who looked up at him, with a confused look. Sirius narrowed his eyes playfully and Harry smiled, crawling to Sirius' lap, resting his head on his chest.
“Why were you in the bathroom?” Harry asked quietly, playing with Millie's ears. “Did I do something?”
“No, no you didn't do anything, cub. Why'd you think that?” He asked, rubbing Harry's back.
“You were upset.”
“I know, I was a little upset baby, but not because of you, I'm sure of that.” Sirius whispered, kissing Harry's head as if sealing what he just said.
“Pwomise?” Harry whispered, looking up at Sirius with wide eyes, who smiled.
“I promise.”
“Moony's making us some dinner, and when he's done we can watch a movie together and maybe play a little.'' he explained, to the younger, trying to distract him from what happened.
“Don't wanna watch a movie.” Harry whispered, pressing himself closer to Sirius again.
“Whatcha wanna do then?” He asked, through a chuckle.
“Nuffin.”
“Okay, baby, we don't have to do anything.” He smiled. “Did you and Millie have a good little nap?” The rabbit was very important to the boy, he wouldn't go anywhere without it and definitely not sleep without it.
“Mhm.”
“Are you still tired?” He asked and Harry nodded. “Let's not go back to sleep just yet, yeah? We gotta eat first and maybe have a little bath time, and then you can go to sleep.” He said, and Harry nodded again, playing with Millie in his hands.
Sirius continued to talk to Harry as Remus prepared their little late dinner. He would've usually made it when Remus came home, but he was a little preoccupied. He was in the middle of telling Harry a story, when Remus came to the living room with a tray in his hands. Talking about something that had nothing to do with what happened, like telling Harry a story, made him feel a little better and forget the thoughts for a moment.
“I made some soup.” Remus smiled, sitting down next to Sirius and Harry crawled off Sirius' lap, somehow squeezing himself in-between them. He handed both of them their bowls of soup and something to drink before starting to eat himself.
When they were all done, Remus went to draw Harry a bath and Sirius carried the dishes to the kitchen, starting to clean up the mess Remus had made while cooking. Harry decided to follow him, trying to help Sirius, who let him help. Handing him the dishes and helping, Harry carefully set them to the washing machine.
It was all going well, both of them smiling, Harry just being happy because he could help Sirius, and he just thought Harry looked cute while helping him. But then, there was a loud shatter and one of the plates was shattered on the floor at their feet. Sirius flinched at the loud noise, and Harry started to cry almost immediately.
Sirius scooped him up in his arms. “Sowwy.” Harry whispered, through a sob, just as Remus walked into the kitchen. More sorry's left Harry's mouth and Sirius shushed him, rocking him gently, to reassure him that it's okay.
“Don't be, it's okay, it was just a plate.” Just a plate, Sirius repeated in his mind, looking at Remus, who walked closer, and Sirius lifted Harry into his arms. Harry continued to cry and Remus tried to shush him, carrying him out of the kitchen to the bathroom. He continued to assure him as he checked that the boy hadn't hurt himself. He didn't have any cuts at least, he was just a little shocked by what had happened.
Just a plate. Just a plate. Just a plate. Sirius kept repeating to himself as he cleaned up the pieces from the floor. It was okay, although he hated the idea of missing one of them. Because it was a set of eight plates and now there's seven. He knew that his thinking was silly and stupid, but he couldn't help it. And he wasn't blaming Harry or anything, it wasn't his fault.
He just cleaned up the pieces and put away the rest of the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. There wasn't much to clean, but he just needed to do something to get his mind off everything. All those thoughts from before rushing back in as he cleaned.
Going to their living room, straightening up the pillows on their couch and folding a blanket. Finding Millie from the floor, taking it to Harry's room and setting it on the bed, making sure everything was in their right places and cleaned up.
He could hear Harry giggling in the bathroom, probably splashing water around, Sirius just hoped Remus was being careful and that there wouldn't be more stuff to clean. The thought making him a little anxious and wanting to go check, but he thought it would be better if he didn't.
So, he went to their bedroom, sitting down on the bed, just trying to calm the thoughts down.
But they wouldn't. They just kept coming, and he didn't know what to do. He pulled on his hair, more tears falling down. He just wanted it to stop. He didn't know how long it took when he heard a knock on the door.
Remus peeked into the room, stepping in when he saw the state Sirius was in. He kneeled down in front of the bed. Gently pulling Sirius' hands away from his hair and holding them. “What's going on, love?”
“I-i don't know.” He stuttered, shaking his head. “I don't know. I don't.”
“Shh, it's okay, it's alright.” Remus said, brushing Sirius' hair away from his face. “It's okay.” He whispered, standing up, and wrapping his arms around Sirius kissing his head, he hid his face into Remus' stomach, harsh sobs leaving his mouth. Remus continued to brush his hand through his hair as Sirius cried.
Harry was already in bed, although had asked for Sirius to say goodnight and tuck him in, but Remus told him that Sirius would tuck him in tomorrow. But Remus knew Harry would try to stay awake until Sirius would say goodnight to him.
It took a while, but Sirius eventually calmed down. He looked up to Remus, who wiped away his tears, leaning down and kissing his forehead. “Better now?” Sirius nodded slowly. “That's good baby.”
“Where's Harry?”
“Sleeping.” He smiled. “Well, supposed to be, but I don't think he is because he wanted to say goodnight to someone.” Sirius smiled slightly, nodding as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“I'm sorry, moons.” He whispered. “For not telling you and for this.”
“It's okay baby.” He smiled. “Nothing to be sorry for.”
Sirius smiled. “ 'm gonna go to say goodnight to him.” Remus nodded, kissing his forehead once more before Sirius got up, wiping his eyes and walking towards Harry's bedroom. He peeked his head in, seeing that he wasn't asleep yet, and say up in bed as he heard the door open.
“Hi cub.” Sirius smiled, walking over to him. “Why aren't you sleeping, hmm?” He asked, sitting down on the bed.
“Wan'ed to say goodnight.”
Sirius smiled. “Okay, lay down, I'll tuck you in.” Harry laid down, his rabbit cuddled up to him, Sirius tucked him in, kissing his forehead when he was done. “Goodnight, hazza.'' he smiled, brushing his hair as Harry closed his eyes. “Sweet dreams, cub, I love you.” He whispered, softly, and continued to brush his hair until Harry fell asleep, which didn't take long.
Sirius walked back into their bedroom, he saw Remus already in bed, reading a book. He smiled, going to change his clothes before climbing in bed next to Remus, leaning against him, ending up laying his head to Remus lap, who wrapped his arm around him, continuing to read the book.
“Rem?” He whispered after a while, Remus hummed, reading the end of the page before, setting his book down, starting to brush his hand through Sirius' hair. Sirius didn't say anything, just snuggled more into him.
“Did Harry go to sleep?”
“Mhm, he was out like a light in a minute.” Sirius mumbled, closing his eyes. “I'm tired moons.”
“I know you're.” Remus chuckled. “But maybe we should talk for a bit?”
“Do we have to?” He asked, looking up to him. “I just wanna sleep.”
“That's okay, love.” He smiled, and Sirius nodded. Remus laid down, pulling Sirius close to him, who immediately snuggled up to him. “Goodnight, I love you.” He whispered and Sirius mumbled something, already half asleep. Remus continued to brush his hand through his hair until he fell asleep himself.
#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius orion black#remus john lupin#marauders#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#wolfstar#fluff#wolfstar angst#fluff and angst#wolfstar raising harry#modern au#baby harry potter
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cacophony
for @wolfstarmicrofic
"The wards." They breathe in unison, rising out of sleep at the same moment, their quiet words almost lost under the cacophony coming from outside, a clear attack against the layers of charms and wards and enchantments that had been set around the grounds and strengthened month after month.
Remus, who has always been good with wards and protection charms, can feel the push and pull against them now, can tell that whoever is out there is not alone and is not a friend.
"Go get Harry - floo him to the Burrow. Make sure he's safe -" The instructions fell out of Remus' mouth like rocks as he quickly slipped his warm cloak over his pajamas. They'd prepared for this, practiced this, always had a contingency plan.
We knew it couldn't last forever. It's been too quiet, too peaceful, for too long.
"Then I'm coming back -"
"Not until I've sent a Patronus." Remus snaps, hand resting on Sirius' shoulder. "Remember the plan, Sirius. Wait for my word."
Sirius' eyes harden, a heavy nod follows, and he gives Remus the briefest of kisses, a moment of his forehead pressed against Remus'.
"We'll be waiting." He says in return before he exits their bedroom, feet quickly taking him to Harry's room.
Remus grabs his wand from the nightstand, takes a glance out their window which overlooks the garden, and sees the ripples of their cloaking ward as it struggles to remain intact.
Here we go, he sighs, feeling the old Remus, the one from before, slip back into place. Let's get this over with then.
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Hideout
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They land swiftly on the side of a rocky road. Remus brings a hand to his chest and breathes heavily, his heart beating erratically. Sirius stands perfectly still, both his hands shaking as he clutches Harry close to his chest.
Harry is crying.
‘Please tell me… You got the…’ Remus pants.
‘Yeah, yeah.’ Sirius fishes a small muggle wallet from his pocket and shoves in Remus’ hands. ‘I wasn’t the top of our Charms class for nothing.’
‘God, I love you.’ Remus breathes out and loses no time to dip his whole arm in the charmed wallet. He takes out a pacifier and puts it in Harry’s mouth gently to quell his crying.
‘We’ve got you now, buddy.’
They don’t wander around for long. Sirius had been able to bewitch the small Prefect badge to transport them as far away from Britain as he could, but the process had been rushed and as a result they had no idea where they had been transported. None of the signs they encountered read english so they both decided it was good enough.
They opt to follow the road in the hope that they’ll at least encounter something or someone at some point. Sirius walks with Harry hooked over his hip, big green eyes looking around quizzically in a way that makes his heart clench and Remus holds his arm with one hand and his wand with the other.
They eventually stop in front of fairly tall building, the walls are made of stone and a sign hanging outside reads ‘All’uomo selvatico.’ They look at each other and Sirius bites his lip before taking a deep breath and making his way to the front door.
‘Sera!’ The chirpy voice of a woman calls but neither of them really knows what that means so they stay silent.
They seem to have ended up in a tavern. The floors are hardwood, and there are a fair amount of tables occupied by groups of men loudly drinking and dining. Sirius shots one look at Remus and Remus nods. He clenches his fist, itching to hold Sirius’ hand but unsure how well that would go.
They make their way to the cashier.
‘Oh! Che creaturina!’ The same woman that had spoken before coos looking at Harry who was now dozing off against Sirius’ chest. ‘E che occhi! Che meraviglia! Come si chiama?’
Sirius uncomfortably shifts on his feet, not understanding her words but picking up he was being asked a question. The woman frowns at their silence.
‘Uh? Tutto apposto?’
Remus clears his throat. ‘Uh… Can… We… Room?’ He raises one finger, trying to be as clear as possible.
Her eyes widen. ‘Ah, Valentina! Abbiamo degli inglesi qui!’
Shortly after a younger woman appears next to the presumable owner of the place. She has long brown hair tied in a low ponytail and looks at them excitedly.
‘Yes! Hello, sirs!’ Her accent it thick and her speaking feels quite robotic but they take a sigh of relief, they could understand that. ‘Do you want two rooms?’
Sirius shakes his head. ‘One is fine.’
‘One it is then!’ She claps her hands before turning to the older woman. ‘Una stanza per la notte.’
The older woman nods and starts writing something down before leaning over to whisper something in the girl’s ear. Her eyes light up and she turns back to them.
‘What is his name?’ She points to Harry, now drooling on Sirius’ shirt.
‘Harry.’ They reply at once.
The older woman coos again and the cash register rings. Remus hopes they can get their hands on appropriate muggle money before sunrise.
#i hope this doesn’t suck lol#soo writes#continuation to anarchy i guess#harry potter#sirius black#remus lupin#harry james potter#marauders era#wolfstar raising harry au#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#microfic#ficlet#marauders#good godfather sirius black
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sirius learned to cook with euphemia. remus learned to bake with hope. so in 1994 when harry moved in with them into remus' remote old cottage in wales (that's what happened, stfu) the three of them made it a point to heal harry's relationship with homemade meals.
for starters, he was never alone.
in the morning, while sirius took care of the overgrown garden outside, harry and remus would gather around hope's old cookbook and choose the dessert for the day. even if remus tried to tell harry he could choose any recipe he liked, he insisted on minding the man's sensory issues and always picked something he knew wasn't too different a flavour or texture. dessert chosen, they started baking. as in, covered the room and themselves with flour and then managed to actually put something in the oven.
this was sirius's favourite time of the day, because he spent so long missing the sound of laughter and now everyday he got to hear it, loud and clear, from the people he loved the most as he sat under the kitchen window plucking weeds from the earth.
then lunch time came. remus would sit at the kitchen table, legs up on a chair and a book on his lap that he didn't actually have any intention of reading, and watch as sirius cooked and harry obediently fetched him ingredients and utensils.
amongst the chaos of sirius yelling and harry sprinting and laughing, remus would joke about how much they looked like surgeons standing over their critical patient, Mr Stew.
at dinner, it was a much calmer affair. harry, who's making a point to read through remus's whole stack of muggle books from his childhood, is probably already keeping his eyes open by force of will alone, so his godfathers sit him on the counter and just ask him to read the recipe aloud for them.
later they'll sit around in the living room and put a record on, but they all know it's just an excuse to spend a little more time together because, deep down, none of them believe this whole domestic family dream is going to last very long.
#marauders era#hp marauders#remus lupin#sirius black#harry potter headcanons#harry potter#wolfstar#raising harry au#lie low at lupin's
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[Podfic - TTS] Dignity be Damned by @violetthistle1
Cover Art: @blackthornwine
Series | Length: 12:06:07 | Rating: M
“I don't want it to be like it was. We loved each other so much, but we were so bad at showing it.” Remus explained. “I don’t want it to be like that again. I don’t want to hide things from you. I want to be able to talk about stuff. Everything. It’s going to take time, but like I said, you and I, we can help each other. I can’t say that I’ve been through anything like what you have…Listen the truth is, I haven’t really healed as much as I should have done either, and I wouldn’t suggest any of the methods I’ve tried so far. Maybe just being here for each other will make a difference. I just know that when we are apart, bad things happen.”
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OR Remus and Sirius run away together to the continent and get reacquainted. Set in the summer after Prisoner of Azkaban.
Listen on: AO3 | Streaming
Special thanks to @blackthornwine for allowing the use of your amazing art for the cover of this podifc AND @violetthistle1 who not only allowed me to podfic this beautiful series, but also listened to the entire podfic for errors before I posted!
#wolfstar#podfic-tts#dignity be damned#wolfstar fanart#sirius x remus#remus x sirus#fix it au#raising harry#Spotify
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au where james and lily become ghosts together because they had unfinished business in harry and sirius and remus talked to them and figured out what actually happened to kill them and stopped sirius from going to azkaban and harry from the dursleys cue wolfstar raising harry and james and lily finally going to the after life knowing everything is right
#corvus thoughts™#wolfstar#wolfstar raising harry#marauders au#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#lily evans#fix it au
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Chapters: 13/13
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Past James Potter/Lily Evans, Past Regulus Black/Mulciber
Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snape's Schoolmate, Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lovegood, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Grief/Mourning, Past Domestic Violence, Lily Evans has died, No Lily Evans Potter Bashing, Raising Harry Potter, Comfort, Angst, Past Child Abuse, Fluff, this is a soft fic about healing, Trauma, Dealing With Trauma
Summary:
The last thing thirty-one year old widower and single father James Potter expects to arrive on his doorstep is a broken and bloody Regulus Black, on the run from his god awful husband. What happens when Regulus has no where to go, and James is more than happy for him to stay?
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Moonless Nights Chapter 6
This fic is now complete!
Chapter 6 snippet:
At the register, Sirius pulled out his wallet when a large, orange cat with a squashed face and bottle brush tail jumped onto the counter. “Crookshanks, honestly,” the clerk said, trying to shove the cat away. But the cat nuzzled against Sirius and he obligingly scratched his ears.
“Kitty?” Harry said, pointing.
“You have to pet gently, Harry…like you do to Padfoot, ok?”
Harry giggled. “You Padfoot.”
“Well…” Sirius glanced over to see if the clerk was listening. He was busy ringing up the rat.
“Right, that’s true. Pet the cat like you’d pet Padfoot.”
Harry patted the cat lightly on the head, and it purred at him, causing him to squeal with delight.
“Kitty home?”
“I’m afraid not, mate,” Sirius said.
“Oh.” Harry looked like he might cry, but then Remus joined them and the clerk gave them the rat, secured in a small carrier.
“Time to go,” Sirius said, relieved. He did not want Harry to cause a scene in the pet shop, but he was not about to adopt a cat, what with both his and Remus’s canine proclivities.
Read the rest of Chapter 6 here.
Read from the beginning.
#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#wolfstar raising harry#good godfather sirius black#role reversal au#moonless nights
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