#dad remus

[cannissmajor]

Papa Moony doodles

Remus would have been the gentlest dad :( He would have read his favourite books aloud and sung Kooks by David Bowie until his baby fell asleep. If he had not died for him, he would have loved him with all his heart.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

It Repeats Itself

Platonic! Remus x Werewolf! Reader

Summary: Even years after the war the effects of Voldemort's reign still had waves of effects. One just so happened to have a poor girl caught in the cross fire. (This is more of a concept then a fleshed out story-a little cliche)

WC: 3.7k

CW: Death, blood, werewolf attack, break in, severally injured kid (the reader), parent death, Remus calls the reader Star, this is an intense blurb I would very much recommend making sure you are in the right headspace for it.

The forest was eerily quiet as Remus and Sirius made their way up the narrow dirt path, the trees casting long shadows in the dim afternoon light. The scent of rain lingered in the air, mingling with something far more sinister- blood. It was faint, but unmistakable.

“Something’s not right,” Remus muttered, his grip tightening on his wand.

Sirius adjusted his leather jacket, a grim expression darkening his face. “You think Greyback’s been through here?”

“Has to be,” Remus replied. “It’s his signature, isn’t it? Isolated homes, far from help, and-” He paused, catching a stronger whiff of blood on the breeze.

“And families,” Sirius finished grimly, his voice edged with disgust.

The cottage came into view, nestled in a clearing like a forgotten relic. Its once-pristine exterior was scarred with claw marks, the front door hanging askew on its hinges.

“Let me guess,” Sirius said dryly, gesturing to the faint family crest above the door- a pair of intertwined serpents engraved in silver. “Purebloods. Old family, by the looks of it.”

“Ardent supporters of the old ways,” Remus said, his tone bitter. He remembered their names now: a husband and wife who’d made their opinions of “tainted blood” abundantly clear at Ministry functions. They’d scoffed at Muggleborns, sneered at anyone less than pure, and gone out of their way to avoid creatures like him. Moved away to avoid creatures like this.

Sirius snorted humorlessly. “Imagine the irony. Spent their whole lives preaching about blood purity, and now look- Greyback probably didn’t even spare them a second thought. Werewolves aren’t picky about their prey, are they?”

Remus shot him a sharp look but didn’t respond, his mind too focused on the task ahead. It wasn’t the time for old grievances, no matter how tempting it was to dwell on it.

“They’re still victims,” Remus said quietly, more to himself than to Sirius.

Sirius sighed. “Yeah. Even if they’d have called us both abominations.”

They stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards creaking beneath their weight. The door groaned as Sirius pushed it open, revealing a scene of chaos. Furniture lay overturned, claw marks marred the walls, and blood spattered the floor in dark, sticky pools.

“Merlin,” Sirius whispered, his voice hollow. “He really did a number on this place.”

Remus moved carefully through the cottage, his wand casting a soft glow in the dim morning light that filtered through the broken windows. The scent of blood grew stronger with each step, mingling with the acrid tang of fear and violence. His chest tightened as he pushed open the door to the sitting room.

There, crumpled together like broken dolls, were the bodies of the couple. Their once-elegant robes were soaked through with dark, congealing blood, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. Claw marks shredded their clothing and the carpet beneath them, and it was clear they’d fought to the bitter end.

Remus stared for a long moment, his jaw clenching as his grip on his wand tightened. These were the same people who would have turned their noses up at him at Ministry gatherings, who would have crossed the street to avoid being near him. And yet, he felt no satisfaction in their deaths. Only a hollow ache.

“They didn’t deserve this,” He murmured to the empty room, his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Remus!” Sirius’s voice cut through the silence, sharp but low, barely above a whisper.

Remus spun around, his heart pounding. There was an urgency in Sirius’s tone that set him on edge. He quickly made his way back down the hallway, past the overturned furniture and shattered glass, following the sound of Sirius’s voice.

“Sirius?” He called, his voice equally low.

“Here,” Sirius hissed from a room at the back of the house.

The room was a bedroom- small, with faded wallpaper of enchanted stars that still flickered faintly despite the destruction. It was clearly a child’s room, but like the rest of the house, it was a wreck. The bed was overturned, sheets torn and spattered with blood. Broken toys and shattered picture frames littered the floor.

Remus’s stomach churned as he stepped inside. They weren't told a child stayed here. The air was thick, suffocating, and the coppery scent of blood was overwhelming here. Sirius stood near the wardrobe, his expression grim as he gestured silently to the floor.

Remus followed his gaze and felt acid rise in his throat. A thin trail of blood, smeared and uneven, led from the bed to the wardrobe. Tiny handprints streaked the floor, desperate and frantic.

“They dragged themselves,” Sirius said quietly, his voice unusually subdued. “From the bed to here.”

Remus swallowed hard, his grip on his wand tightening. He knelt slowly, the bile in his throat threatening to rise as he stared at the wardrobe door. It was closed, but faint scratches marred its surface, as if small fingers had clawed at it from the inside.

“Greyback doesn't spare anyone,” Sirius muttered bitterly, though there was a flicker of something in his voice- hope, maybe, that he was wrong.

Remus reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it on the wardrobe’s handle. The scent of blood and fear was stronger here, mingling with something else- something faint but unmistakable: life.

“She’s in there,” Remus said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius nodded, his wand ready but pointed away. “Go slow. Don’t scare her.”

Remus inhaled deeply, steadying himself before gently pulling the wardrobe door open.

Inside, huddled in the corner amidst a pile of torn blankets and broken toys, was a little girl. Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest, her small hands clutching at her side where a bloodied piece of fabric had been tied haphazardly. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto Remus, and her lips trembled as she held up a tiny shard of glass in a shaking hand.

“Stay back!” She hissed, her voice hoarse and weak but filled with a fierce, trembling determination. “I’ll hurt you!”

Remus froze, his heart breaking at the sight of her. Her face was pale, smudged with dirt and blood, and her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps. She was small, fragile, but there was a fire in her eyes that reminded him all too much of himself at that age- terrified, cornered, and desperate to fight back. He felt guilty as he felt relief. Seeing an injured child was far better then the alternative.

“Hey,” he said softly, lowering his wand and holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sirius crouched beside him, his expression unusually gentle. “We’re here to help, little one,” he said, his voice quieter than Remus had ever heard it. “You’re safe now.”

The girl’s lips quivered, but she pressed herself further into the corner, clutching the shard of glass tighter. It nicked her skin and she hissed, dropping it. She watched in horror as her last line of defense was shattered into unmanageable sizes. The second she reached for it Remus held his hands up and she flinched back.

Sirius clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he glanced at Remus. “You’re scaring her, mate,” he said under his breath, his tone somewhere between teasing and concerned.

Remus sighed, lowering his hands slowly. “I’m not trying to,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the girl. “But that glass could hurt you,” he said softly, addressing her directly. “I don’t want you to get hurt more than you already are.”

The girl’s lips trembled, and her wide, tear-streaked eyes darted between the two men. She clutched her side tighter, wincing as the movement sent another wave of pain through her small frame. Her hands, now empty of the glass shard, trembled in her lap as she pressed herself further into the corner of the wardrobe.

“Okay,” Remus said, his voice steady but gentle. “I’ll make you a deal.” He carefully removed his wand from his pocket, holding it delicately between two fingers as though it were something fragile. “This is my wand. It’s very important to me. I’ll give it to you- just so you know I won’t hurt you. Does that sound fair?”

The girl frowned, clearly confused, but her gaze flickered to the wand. Her lips parted as if to ask a question, but she quickly clamped them shut, her small body still shaking.

“It’s yours for now,” Remus said, placing the wand gently on the floor and nudging it toward her. “Just until you feel safe.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood, brushing the dust off his knees. “I’ll give you two a minute,” he muttered, stepping back toward the door. “I’m going to send a Patronus to Lily. Let her know we need help.”

Remus nodded without looking up, his focus still on the girl.

She hesitated for a long moment, her small hands twitching toward the wand before quickly pulling back, as if afraid it might bite. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she reached out and snatched it, clutching it tightly in her lap like a lifeline.

“There,” Remus said with a soft smile. “See? You’re in charge now.”

The girl stared at him, her tiny fingers gripping the wand so tightly her knuckles turned white. She still didn’t speak, her wide eyes filled with suspicion and fear.

“What’s your name?” Remus asked gently, sitting cross-legged on the floor to appear less intimidating.

She shook her head, her lips pressing into a firm line. “I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Remus’s heart twisted, but he nodded slowly, respecting her caution. “That’s very smart,” he said. “You’re absolutely right. I am a stranger. How about this- can I give you a nickname? Something just for now, until you feel safe enough to tell me your real name?”

The girl hesitated, her small brow furrowing. After a moment, she gave the faintest of nods.

“Alright,” Remus said, his voice warm and steady. “How about… Star? You have stars on your wallpaper,” he gestured gently toward the flickering patterns on the walls, “and I think it suits you.”

Her lips quirked upward ever so slightly, though it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. “Star?” she repeated, her voice soft and unsure.

“Star,” Remus confirmed with a small smile. “Do you like it?”

The girl gave a tiny nod, her grip on the wand loosening just a fraction. “It’s… okay,” she said quietly, her voice trembling less than before.

“Okay is good,” Remus replied, his heart lifting just a little. “Okay is a start.”

Behind him, Sirius’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway as he sent his Patronus, its silvery light spilling into the room for just a moment before fading. Remus turned back to Star, his gentle smile never faltering.

“We’re going to take care of you, Star,” he said softly. “I promise. You’re not alone anymore.”

Star didn’t reply, but the way she held the wand a little closer to her chest and let out a shaky breath told him enough. It was a step- a small one, but a step all the same.

~~~

The trek back to Grimmauld Place was tense and quiet. Star clung to Remus like her life depended on it, her tiny fingers gripping his robes tightly as though letting go would mean being left behind. She had refused to let go of his wand, holding it protectively against her chest as her small frame shuddered against him.

Sirius walked ahead, his posture rigid as he cast wary glances over his shoulder, keeping a sharp eye out for any lingering danger. He didn’t speak much, only murmuring the occasional reassurance when Star flinched at a sound in the forest or the rustle of the wind.

When they finally stepped through the front door of Grimmauld Place, Star’s wide, frightened eyes darted around the dim hallway, her grip on Remus tightening even more.

“It’s okay,” Remus whispered to her, his voice soft and soothing. “You’re safe here, I promise.”

Lily and Regulus were waiting in the kitchen, their faces pale but determined. The moment they saw Star in Remus’s arms, their expressions shifted- Lily’s to one of heartbreak, and Regulus’s to quiet resolve.

“Merlin, she’s so small,” Lily murmured, stepping closer. Her gaze flickered to the bloodied fabric at Star’s side, and her lips pressed into a firm line. “She needs healing, Remus. That wound-”

“I know,” Remus interrupted gently, his voice steady but laced with tension. “But it’s going to take some coaxing.”

He crouched down, keeping Star close as he met her wary gaze. “Star, this is my friend Lily,” he said softly, gesturing to the red-haired woman with a warm smile. “She’s very kind, and she’s going to help you feel better. And that’s Regulus- he’s nice too, though he might look a bit scary at first.”

Regulus huffed quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smile.

Star’s grip on Remus didn’t ease, her body trembling as her gaze darted between the strangers.

“I’ll stay right here,” Remus promised. “And you can hold onto my wand the whole time. But Lily needs to look at your side, okay? It’ll hurt less after she’s done.”

After a long, agonizing moment, Star gave the smallest of nods, though her grip on Remus’s robes remained firm. Lily approached carefully, her movements slow and deliberate, while Regulus prepared potions and bandages in the background.

It took time and quiet reassurances, but eventually, they managed to ease Star away from Remus long enough for Lily and Regulus to tend to her wound. The moment they were done, Star returned to Remus’s side, clutching his wand once more and burying her face against his chest.

~~~

The house had quieted as you finally fell asleep, tucked safely in one of the upstairs rooms. Remus sat at the kitchen table, his head resting in his hands, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. Sirius leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, while Lily and Regulus sat across from Remus, their expressions heavy with concern.

“She wouldn’t let me leave,” Remus said softly, his voice barely audible. “Even for a second. I had to let her take my wand just to get her to let Lily near her.”

“She trusts you,” Lily said gently. “It’s a good thing, Remus. You made her feel safe.”

“But for how long?” Remus asked, his voice thick with frustration. “We can’t just take her to an orphanage, or the Ministry. Not if she’s been bitten.”

Before Lily could continue, the door to the kitchen creaked open. Everyone shifted to watch as James entered, holding a crying Harry’s hand.

The kitchen fell silent as the door creaked open. Harry’s soft sniffles broke the quiet as he toddled in, his tiny hand clutching James’s finger tightly. His face was red and tear-streaked, his little shoulders shaking from the remnants of a tantrum.

“Sorry to interrupt,” James said, his voice hushed but wry. “Someone decided he didn’t want to stay asleep after Lily and Reg went rushing out in the middle of the night.” He gently steered Harry toward Lily, who immediately stood to scoop him into her arms.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Lily cooed, pressing a kiss to Harry’s damp cheek as he buried his face in her shoulder. “Did we wake you? I’m so sorry, love.”

James stepped forward, his hand brushing affectionately against Regulus’s back as he leaned in to kiss him softly on the temple. Then he turned to Lily, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before settling himself against the counter beside Sirius.

His sharp eyes scanned the room, noticing the tension lingering like a storm cloud. His smile faded slightly. “Alright,” he said, folding his arms. “What’s going on? You all look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Sirius let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Not a ghost, exactly,” he said, glancing toward Remus, who sat stiffly at the table. “But close.”

James frowned, his gaze narrowing. “Remus?”

Remus sighed, lifting his head from his hands. The exhaustion etched into his face was now accompanied by a deep sadness. “We found a child,” he said softly, his voice strained. “At the cottage Greyback attacked.”

James’s frown deepened, and he straightened up. “A child? Are they alright?”

“She’s alive,” Lily interjected gently, rocking Harry in her arms as she spoke. “But she’s hurt. And… it looks like she’s been bitten.”

James’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. “Bloody hell,” He muttered. “Greyback?”

Remus nodded, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. “She’s four,” he said quietly, his voice trembling just slightly. “Same age I was when…” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

James swore under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “And what happens now?” he asked, his tone more subdued. “We can’t exactly hand her over to the Ministry, can we?”

“No,” Remus said firmly, his voice gaining a little strength. “We’re not handing her over to anyone. Not to the Ministry, and definitely not to some orphanage. If she’s been bitten, we all know what they’ll do to her.”

“They’ll treat her like a monster,” Regulus said quietly, his voice cold and sharp. “Lock her away, or worse.”

James nodded grimly. “Alright, so we keep her here,” he said, glancing around the room. “She’ll be safe with us.”

“And then what?” Sirius asked, his tone more serious than usual. “We can keep her safe for now, but she’s a child, Prongs. A scared, bitten child. This isn’t just a temporary fix.”

“Then we’ll find her something permanent,” Remus said, his voice unwavering. He looked around at the group, his gaze steady and determined. “She doesn’t have anyone else. I’ll take care of her. I’ll make sure she’s safe until we find an alternative.”

Lily’s eyes softened as she looked at Remus. Their eyes had a silent exchange- clear worry etched into every expression. “You’re sure?” She asked gently.

“I'm sure,” Remus replied, his voice resolute. “I’m not letting her go through what I did. Not alone. You saw how she was.. she doesn't want anyone near her.”

James nodded, clapping a hand on Remus’s shoulder. “Then we’ll help you,” he said firmly. “Whatever you need, Moony. We’re in this together.”

The sudden sound of shuffling and muffled sobbing broke through the tense quiet of Grimmauld Place, cutting through the conversation like a knife. It was faint but unmistakable, coming from upstairs where Star had been put to bed.

Everyone froze.

Lily’s eyes darted toward the staircase, and Regulus immediately stood, his wand already in hand. Sirius pushed off the counter, his usual confidence replaced with an edge of urgency. But it was Remus who moved first.

The moment Star’s frightened cry echoed down the stairs, it was as if a switch flipped inside him. His chair scraped back with a sharp screech, and before anyone could react, he was out of the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time. His instincts roared louder than his thoughts, Moony taking over as his protective instincts surged.

“Remus!” James called after him, already moving to follow, but Sirius stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Let him,” Sirius muttered, his voice low but steady. “Just- give him a moment.”

~~~

Remus reached the small room where you had been resting, his heart hammering in his chest. The door was slightly ajar, the soft glow of the enchanted lamp spilling into the dark hallway. He could hear her whimpering now, her breaths hitching with each quiet sob.

He pushed the door open gently, stepping inside. You were huddled on the bed, your small frame trembling as you clutched his wand tightly to your chest. Your wide eyes darted toward him, filled with panic, and you let out a small, broken cry.

“Remus!” You whimpered, her voice cracking.

“I’m here,” He said softly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and crouched beside the bed, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Your small fingers tightened around his wand, her tiny knuckles turning white. You blinked up at him, her tears streaking through the grime on her face. “I-I thought you left,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Remus felt his heart twist painfully at her words. He reached out slowly, placing his hand palm-up on the edge of the bed, giving her the choice to take it. “I’ll never do that,” he promised, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m right here, Star. Yeah?.”

You hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between his face and his hand. Then, slowly, you released your grip on the wand just enough to reach out and grab his hand with both of hers. Her small fingers clung to him desperately, as if letting go would make him disappear.

“You’re safe now,” Remus murmured, his other hand moving to gently brush the hair from her tear-streaked face. “Nothing will hurt you here. I won’t let it.”

You let out a shaky breath, your small frame still trembling as you leaned toward him. Without thinking, Remus lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder, your sobs quieting but not stopping entirely.

Behind him, the faint creak of footsteps signaled Sirius’s arrival. He lingered in the doorway, his expression unreadable as he watched Remus hold you. After a moment, he stepped inside, his movements uncharacteristically cautious.

“She okay?” Sirius asked quietly, his voice softer than usual.

Remus nodded, his hand gently rubbing Star’s back. “She thought we’d left her.”

Sirius’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something dangerous flashing in his eyes. “No one’s leaving her,” he said firmly. “Not now. Not ever.”

Your grip on Remus tightened at Sirius’s words, her small voice muffled against his shoulder. “Don’t go…”

Remus held her closer, his resolve hardening. “I’m not going anywhere, Star,” he said softly. “I promise.”

And in that moment, he knew- no matter what challenges lay ahead, no matter how difficult the road might be- he would do whatever it took to keep that promise. You weren't just a scared child they’d rescued. You were his. He knew it the moment he found you in that closet.

[in-love-with-remus-lupin]

Molly : So how’s parenthood treating you guys?

Tonks : Good, but I didn’t expect this much crying.

Molly : Don’t worry, that’s normal for babies this young.

Tonks : What? No, Teddy's fine..... I was talking about Remus.

Remus : *sobbing from the nursery*.. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[salvatorelizzie]

dad remus is my favourite AU remus. give that man his child. give me good dad remus who’s struggling but will do anything for his baby. i love him so much he’s so precious to me.

[sacredsnape]

can you do fem!reader wanting a child but remus is too scared because yk and like eventually he agrees to it and like it could be a little bit smutty idk 🤷‍♀️

My first ever Remus request 🫶🏻 thank you anon

Genre: fluff/smut

Warnings: soft!dom Remus, sub!reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, low-key breeding kink, sex in front of a mirror, soft and loving sex, mentions of pregnancy and birth

Masterlist

"Remmyyy,'" you called in a sing-song voice as you approached your lover, sliding onto his lap.

Remus slowly closed the book he was reading to look at you, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shifted around on the sofa as he spoke, "Love, we've had this discussion before."

You pouted, hooking your arms around the back of his neck and peppering his face in kisses. Remus frowned, trying to pull away, but you kept your hold firm.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Rem," you reassured him, running a hand up and down his lean chest. "I just want to try."

Remus's frown disappeared at the adorably earnest expression on your face and he lightly pinched your cheek. You giggled, squirming around on his lap.

"I know, sweetheart, but I'm worried that my condition will somehow pass down to our child," Remus murmured as he gently gripped your hips, ceasing your movements. "I don't want our child to suffer in the way that I do."

You pressed your lips to his forehead in a reassuring kiss. "I understand, but I don't think lycanthropy can be passed down. I've done research on it and the role it plays in genetics, and I've found nothing that suggests that it's hereditary," you gently explained to Remus.

Remus bit his lip and sighed heavily, massaging small circles into your hips. "I'll think about it," he decided.

You graciously kissed his cheek over and over again and Remus laughed lightly at your enthusiasm.

"Thank you, baby. It'll be okay, I promise." To emphasize your point, you grabbed his large hand and placed it over your stomach.

"Imagine me with a baby bump! I'll be carrying your baby and we'll be one big happy family," you giggled, running your fingers through his soft hair that you loved so much. He smelled like cinnamon and a hint of freshly brewed coffee, your favorite scents embodied into one person, your Remus.

Remus splayed his fingers across your stomach, the fabric of your shirt creasing under his fingers.

"But you'll be in so much pain," Remus expressed, pressing a lazy kiss to your jawline. "I've heard that you can get really bad nausea and that your vagina can even rip while giving birth."

You cringed, shaking your head. "Don't remind me. I'll just have to suck it up. You know that I've always wanted to have a baby."

"I know." Remus nodded and pushed his face into your neck, securing you in his arms and dotting kisses along the column of your neck. You could feel his smile. "I'll see if I change my mind."

"You better," you laughed, winking playfully at him as you rose from his lap.

"Where are you going?" Remus softly asked you, his smile fading.

"To look up baby names in the name book I bought the other day," you said, smiling smugly as you left the living room.

Remus let out a snort of laughter and rolled his eyes, following you without missing a beat.

---

By next week, Remus had come to a decision.

He had spent his time between work researching lycanthropy and if it's hereditary, and he felt his worries and doubts melt away when he found out that it wasn't hereditary at all.

He felt like a bit of an ass for not believing you at first and for worrying so much, but he pushed that guilt away to tell you that he was ready to have a baby.

"You are?" you half moaned as Remus crawled on top of you, pushing you gingerly into the bed. He was already pulling your clothes off, now fiddling with the button of his trousers.

"Yes, or I wouldn't be dying to get into your pants right now," he laughed against your neck, palming your breast over your blouse. Your eyes fluttered, your heart jumping into your throat as he tweaked your erect nipple.

"Don't tease me," you grumbled, helping him pull your blouse off over your head. Your breasts bounced gently back into place once they were freed from your blouse, and Remus audily moaned at the sight of your bare chest.

"Pretty girl, how could I ever tease you?" Remus cooed, squeezing your left breast in one large hand. You squirmed, arching your back slightly and giving him a full view of your chest.

"Please," you pouted, tugging desperately on the hem of his shirt. "Please, Remmy. I wanna see you."

Remus sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt off and messing up his hair in the process. It now stuck up in a few places and you giggled quietly at the sight.

"What's so funny, silly girl?" Remus asked you, raising an eyebrow at you. He made to unbutton his trousers and you sat bolt upright, eager to do it for him yourself.

"Your hair just looks funny," you admitted cheekily, kissing his scarred chest and nuzzling it. Your fingers delicately worked on undoing his trousers, pulling them down hastily.

"Does it?" Remus turned to look at himself in the mirror next to your bed, seeing that his hair was indeed sticking up. He turned back to face you, his lips curled into an adoring smile.

"You and your fascination with my hair," he chuckled, moaning softly as you began to palm him over his boxers.

"It's pretty," you mumbled, gazing up at him through your lashes. Remus threaded his long fingers in your hair, admiring the feel of it.

"So is yours, princess."

He bent down to kiss the top of your head and you smiled at his sweetness, so in love that you felt like your heart was about to burst.

You cupped his hard length and felt it throbbing against your hand, licking your lips. He was so big, and every time he fucked you he always sent you into orgasmic bliss.

"Come on, love, we don't have all day now," Remus teased as he gave you an encouraging forehead kiss.

You murmured an apology and nodded, swiftly pulling down his boxers. His hard cock bounced up and hit his stomach, the head shiny with pre-cum. His cock always looked so pretty, with its intricate veins running up the underside of it and the head a pretty shade of pink, the exact shade of his lips that you loved to kiss all the time.

You took him into your hand and stroked him languidly, drawing soft groans of your name from him. Remus tugged on your hair in approval, sliding his free hand under your skirt and grunting when he felt that you didn't have any underwear on, his fingers circling your wet entrance.

"Merlin, you really were ready for me, huh?" Remus smirked and cupped the back of your head with both hands, kissing you deeply. You whimpered sweetly for him, sneaking your hand down to your dripping folds and dragging a finger between them.

"Remus, please. I can't wait any longer," you confessed, breathless. You pumped his cock harder and firmer, his hips involuntary jerking forwards into your hand.

"Then let go of my cock, silly," he smiled, and your heart swelled at the sight of his charming smile.

You nodded and released his length from your hand, laying down excitedly and pulling your skirt off. A small pile of yours and his clothing had accumulated at the side of the bed.

Remus spread your legs, settling himself in between them. He lowered his head to kiss your face, your neck, your chest, humming out praises after each kiss.

"My beautiful princess," he admired, pumping his cock readily as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Can't wait to see you carrying my baby."

He pressed two fingers to your clit and rubbed uneven circles into it, your body twitching at his touch. He was trying to rile you up, wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible.

"Please," you begged him, biting your lip hard. "I want you inside of me."

Remus kissed your cheek lovingly, his stubble tickling your skin.

"Anything for my lovely girl," Remus whispered into your ear, pushing in all the way without hesitation.

You and him gasped together, your eyes widening at the amazing stretch. His cock fit you so perfectly and always made you feel so full, and your walls squeezed and contracted around him as you adjusted.

This was your first time with Remus without a condom. Feeling his bare, thick cock massaging your walls was so erotic yet so amazing at the same time.

"Hey," Remus said softly as he raised himself, supporting himself with his arms as he looked down at you with eyes full of love.

"Hi," you mused, your fingers knotting in his hair.

"Pretty girl's stuffed full of my cock," he mumbled in awe, rubbing your clit in slow, arching circles. "God, you feel amazing like this."

"I do?" you replied, your voice coming out high and needy. You dug your nails into his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned lowly, pulling out slightly and pushing back in to set a rhythm. His hips smoothly rocked into you, his cock completely buried to the hilt.

"Remmy," you whimpered, your lips parted in pleasure as his cock reached so deep inside of you, touching every part of you. "You're so good."

"Yeah? You like my big cock stretching you out like this?" Remus husked, grabbing you by the back of your knees and pushing your legs further apart, allowing his cock to drive deeper inside of you.

You gasped at the new angle, your legs aching slightly as you struggled to keep up with his thrusts.

"I love it so much," you mewled, raking your fingernails down his strong, broad back, leaving behind red marks.

Remus increased the speed of his thumb on your clit and released a shaky moan when he felt your pussy spasm around him.

"Such a sweet, pretty pussy. You take me so well, darling," Remus praised warmly, thrusting harder and firmer. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and he practically drooled at the sight, placing a hand over your right breast and holding it as he rutted into you.

You didn't know if it was because of the lack of a condom, or because you were so fucking horny, but it felt like Remus's cock was reaching an all new depth. You swore that you could feel him in your guts, nestled so deeply inside of you.

You loved knowing that his cock was made for you and only you.

You screwed your eyes shut, awash in intense pleasure. Sex with Remus was electrifyingly passionate and something so sacred and dear to the both of you.

Remus pinched your cheeks between his fingers, your lips jutting out in a pout. "Look at me," he spoke firmly.

You forced your eyes open and saw the most beautiful sight. Remus's bangs had fallen into his eyes and his face was flushed red, his bottom lip resting gently between his teeth. You gazed down to where your hips met his, fixated momentarily at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you and how it was so slick with your arousal.

"I love you," you moaned tenderly as you met his eyes again, bunching the sheets into your fists. "I love you so much."

Remus bucked his hips even faster at your words, grabbing your chin and turning your head so that you looked into the mirror next to the bed.

"Watch me fill you up, sweetheart. I love you so much," he said gruffly, his sentence getting lost in the sound of your desperate moans and wet skin slapping against wet skin.

You watched yours and his reflections in the mirror; Remus was thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to creak and shake with the force of his thrusts. You were spread open for him so beautifully, your mouth wide open in a long, drawn out moan.

You felt a familiar coil starting to tighten in your stomach and you rocked your hips in time with his, the new friction causing you to cry out a half sob, half moan.

"Remus, m' so close," you mumbled, completely in a daze as Remus continued his relentless attack on your sensitive clit, which squelched and pulsed under his thumb.

"Me too," he grunted, pressing his forehead into your neck, panting heavily due to his exertion. "You want me to fill you up, honey? Fill you up with my cum?"

You finally tore your gaze away from the mirror, holding onto Remus for dear life like you were afraid that either you or him would slip from your grasp.

"I want it, I need it," you pleaded, nearly in tears from how badly you wanted Remus to come inside of you.

"Gonna fill you up with my baby," Remus moaned into the crook of your neck, and you came right as he spoke those words.

You cried out his name, clenching so hard around him that it was almost a struggle for Remus to continue moving. You writhed around on the bed, so overwhelmed by your mind-blowing orgasm that your vision went white for a moment.

Remus was still thrusting, his hips stuttering. You helped him out by pushing your heels into his ass, causing him to slip even deeper inside of you. You pulled his head up so that he looked at you, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips as you said, "Fill me up, Remmy. Give me all of you."

Remus shut his eyes tightly, gasping your name as he came, spilling his hot seed inside of you and filling you to the brim. He gave a final weak thrust before stopping his movements completely, staying very still so that all of his cum stayed inside of you.

He seemed to deflate, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. You stroked his hair, smiling idly to yourself at the thought that he had filled you up so good.

"You were so good for me," Remus hummed against your chest, kissing you there. "My girl."

You swooned at his praise and tightened your legs around his waist, keeping the position secure.

"Thank you," you whispered to him, running a finger along one of the long scars on his face. He scrunched his nose at your movement and your smile widened. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Rem."

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You found out that you were pregnant two weeks later; Remus immediately took it upon himself to buy you everything that you needed for yourself and the baby.

He took such good care of you and always made sure that you were eating enough, drinking enough water, and resting enough. He kissed and rubbed your baby bump every chance he got.

In the end, you gave birth to a healthy babygirl who luckily did not inherit Remus's lycanthropy. The birth was extremely painful and Remus stood by you the entire time, holding your hand even though you were crushing his hand in return as you focused on pushing your daughter out of you.

"You're pretty like your mama," Remus whispered every night to your little girl as he rocked her to sleep, delicately kissing her tiny forehead and cheek.

You loved seeing Remus bond with your daughter and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him and continue to grow your family.

[smilingbluetiger]

Marauders Talks

(Remus x Y/N)

Remus: Slytherin...

Y/N: Wow, he/she has always been comfortable in green. From the letter, it seems that he is very happy

Remus: Yes... He/she is certainly happy, he/she will have nice colleagues... Slytherin, yes...

Y/N: Remi are you all right?

Remus *nervous laughter: Yes, yes... I just already see Sirius and James breaking into Hogwarts, brainwashing our child and forcibly pushing him into Gryffindor...

[anxiouslyfred]

Looking After Chaotically

A sequel to this fic from 2022 Dark Dad

Summary: Since Remus started parenting all the sides Logan has had some interesting moments with him.

Authors Note: I used a lot of Addams family inspiration here, since my brother and I are watching the series each weekend atm. I'm also convinced those anti-kink people would benefit from watching it a sitcom that regularly has people on nail beds, in stocks and tied down through their own choice. Shame I didn't really use my idea at all

My Idea for Today: More Dad Remus parenting the sides would be fun to write. -How does Patton adapt to being parented or change his own parenting style a bit? - Can they bring in more grown up parent/child dynamics? I don't think it's fair to treat any sides as kids.

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Life with the dark sides was unusual. Logan had expected it to be, given who Remus and Janus were, but since Remus had decided to parent everyone, it was more confusing than he’d anticipated.

On the day he became most aware was a fair while after the parenting had begun, and he’d been forced to take breaks under threat of books or laptops being burnt multiple times. It hadn’t even been him that Remus was focused on when he entered the kitchen to see the Creative side mixing various things together, some were actual food ingredients but others Logan was dubious of the nutritional value of. At least he was fairly sure none of them would kill you.

“What are you doing?” He asked, picking up the baking soda curiously.

Remus grinned at him, taking the item to shake some into the pan. “Giving Janus a fever.” He replied happily.

“Re, he threw up. Sickness or poison?” Virgil’s voice echoed into the room in such a way Logan wasn’t sure where he was calling from.

That didn’t seem to be a problem as Remus moved the pan to the counter, grabbing a bowl out. “Mop it into the bucket just inside my door. Who cooked last?” He called back, putting a few things half chopped away, and stacking the used dishes on top of a cabinet.

Logan raised his hand, about to reply when Virgil’s voice came again, simply saying “Logan.”

“Poison then.” Remus replied, voice getting quieter as he turned to Logan, “Come on Lolly, you’re helping for your apology. Also, here’s the poison list so you don’t do this again. Get yours out to share, plus the remedy list.”

The list he was handed definitely was not of poisons and remedies but Logan had expected that. It was a mix of various things that shouldn’t be eaten as well as some known allergens and about halfway down the cause for the scene: Janus was allergic to nuts and last nights dinner had included them for extra protein. That didn’t explain why Janus hadn’t shared the allergy themself rather than eating the food and getting sick today.

“Very well. How do you propose we remedy Janus’s food poisoning?” Logan asked, intrigued over what he was about to help make.

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Thomas had been cycling through the sides to try and figure out an issue without everyone present. He’d said earlier that it was due to a headache and how often the sides made each other yell or scream.

Logan had tried helping a few times but been discouraged from speaking up, either by a hook around his ankle, or Patton joining him to talk over him. It was only out of care for Thomas that he hadn’t yelled to be heard and instead let Morality and Deceit silence his advice once more.

Besides, Remus had shown up third and it didn’t seem like the pair trying to be the most vital ones would succeed much longer. At present both of them were with Thomas when something changed in Remus, possibly to do with Virgil dragging himself down stairs.

Patton and Janus were abruptly back in the mind space, with Remus securing something over Patton’s face, a sharp glare keeping Janus still. “Ball gags for you and you.” He said aloud, explaining what he was doing for the pair who couldn’t immediately see or feel.

“Why is that your choice of punishment?” Logan asked, trying to figure out if there was a plan or a way to anticipate the consequences Remus gives.

“They’re silencing everyone else. Seems like they need a listening time and the corner cage is dull now.” He easily explained, hand also stilling Janus’s as they began to gesture something else while their gag was put on.

Virgil grunted, nodding at the idea, but heading over to the corner. “Can I relax in it for a bit then?”

“Sure Spiders. With or without chains?” Remus glanced over, blinking as the cage formed.

For a moment the anxious side considered, “Without. Can we get a new nail bed?”

Remus smiled at him, “We’ll see later.”

He knew to be careful over judging Virgil but Logan had to ask quietly, “Relaxing in a cage?”

“Helps him relax.” Remus nodded, looking him over now, “You’d probably do better with head stands though; Let’s try.”

“But I should go and help Thomas.” It wasn’t a refusal, just a statement that right away was probably not the best time to try it.

Remus wasn’t concerned. “Do both. You’ll still be his Logic, just upside down.”

At least Thomas didn’t question the attempt and commented that the pose did somehow ease his headache despite being unable to do the balance himself.

[mountkennedie]

Coming Out to Them (pt. 2)

Wolfstar dads x reader

Summary: you dad's meet your girlfriend Luna

Pt. 2 to this fic

*I also headcanon Luna with she/they pronouns in case you're confused*

Warnings: they embarrass you so much >:)

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You didn't want to do this. In the nicest way possible, your dads are weird. Ever since you promised they'd get to meet Luna, you haven't had a day of peace. But hopefully all of that would be over after today.

"I'm begging, please be normal," you said. You had gathered your dads onto the couch 5 minutes before Luna was supposed to arrive.

"Of course we'll be normal!" Sirius playfully scoffed. That did nothing but made you more nervous, you knew they were going to make this much more difficult than it needed to be.

Ding

Great. Luna's here early. Why did she always have to be so punctual? Well that's not true; she isn't usually on time to classes and things, but when you're involved, she never misses a beat. That's another thing about her you really loved.

"I'll get the door," you told them. If you could give Luna any warning about what was to come you would. You opened the door and there she was. The sweetest girl in Hogwarts. "Hello Y/n," she said with a smile.

"Hi Luna," you tried to act like you weren't sweating through your clothes but of course they noticed. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"Just nervous," you told her. Luna's face relaxed and they took your hand. "You always stress yourself out. I'm sure it will be fine," and with that she brought your hand to her lips and gave you a small kiss. They always knew how to calm your nerves.

You took a deep breath and brought them inside. Luna gave your hand a small squeeze and you brought her over to the living room where your dads were. The moment Remus and Sirius heard you and Luna's footsteps, they got up. Remus pulled you to the side and slid a piece of chocolate into your hand, "You'll need this," he muttered.

Of course upon seeing Luna, Sirius sprung into action, "You must be the Luna we here so much about!" He said winking at you. You only sighed and Luna responded, "Hello Mr. Black."

"Oh just call me Sirius!" he said with a smile. Now it was Remus' turn to introduce himself.

"Hello Luna. It's a pleasure to see you again," Remus just stood next to his viciously excited husband and smiled at Luna. "Hello Professor Lupin," they responded. Remus responded basically the same as Sirius, "Truly, just call me Remus. Or Lupin, that's what everyone else does," he said giving you a glance.

"Okay! So we've met each other! Let's go-" you tried to say before Sirius cut you off. "We have? I just know what she looks like now! That isn't fair Y/n. Now come with me love, what kind of tea do you like?" Sirius asked Luna linking arms with them.

"Any tea is fine, as long as it's been cleansed for gulping plimpies," Luna exclaimed. Sirius' brows knitted but then he said, "Of course." He led them into the kitchen where a kettle was already boiling water.

"Remus can you get the cups please?" Sirius asked. You were sure to grab your favorite tea because you knew this was going to be long.

Once everything was prepared and you all were seated, Sirius began your humiliation. "Luna, it really is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. You see Y/n goes on and on about you. All the time! Doesn't she, Remus?" You began to try to disappear in your teacup but at least Luna was enjoying herself.

"Oh yeah she was," Remus began. "I was n-" you said trying to defend yourself, but Remus cut you off. "What this oaf is leaving out is that he was the EXACT same way back in our days of Hogwarts!"

"I was not!" Sirius scoffed. "You can ask Arthur Weasley or even Amos Diggory! Sirius too couldn't stop going on and on himself!" This brought roaring laughter from you, Remus, and Luna. Sirius was trying to hold back his own laughter but was failing miserably.

"Anyways," Sirius started again, "So tell me. How did you two meet?" He asked with a stupid grin. "Dad!" You yelled before hiding your face in your hands. "What? I'm curious!" He exclaimed.

"You don't have to tell us every tiny detail about your relationship, Y/n. You know, unless you want to..?" Remus said arching a brow and taking a sip from his teacup.

"Fine, we'd always kind of known each other. But we got closer when we sat next to each other in Trelawney's class 3rd year," you said. "I remember when I met Remus here," Sirius began again.

"Here we go.." Remus muttered. "But I was a bit intimidated by him at first," Sirius continued.

"Oh please, you were terrified of me!" Remus scoffed. Sirius rolled his eyes then said, "We really started to get closer our 3rd year as well. Then he fell for me, and back then? How could you not!," Remus snorted, "Then blah blah blah and we get married. And not much later we get this ray of sunshine right here! Well she's grumpy today, but usually she's nice.."

"I am not!" You retorted. "You see what I mean?" Sirius responded looking at Luna. She only giggled a little and took your hand under the table.

"On a side note Luna, in general Sirius and I are beyond happy for the both of you," Remus said with a smile. Luna thanked him and for the for the first moment today, you felt a bit more at ease.

Of course Sirius made it short lived. "Did Y/n ever tell you the time she-" you knew Sirius was going to destroy you. You just took a bite out of the chocolate Remus gave you and accepted defeat.