May 14, 2023
“baby do you think about the past? do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this?” — moony and padfoot somewhere back in ‘95
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“baby do you think about the past? do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this?” — moony and padfoot somewhere back in ‘95
@wolfstarmicrofic august 21 — Ice Cream — 1.5k words — this one's for @appreciatedmoron because if bea wants wolfstar microfic bea gets wolfstar microfic<3
“Dad,” Teddy shrieks in his ear, starting to wildly trash in the fragile hold against Remus’ boney hip, “Dad, look! There’s the Ice Cream van!”
Remus sighs, internally cursing his choice of parking spot. He’s only just taken Teddy out of the car seat.
He’d hoped to make the Gelato trip back from the beach, not the other way ‘round. But that’s the thing with kids, one mention is nearly a promise and Teddy is five which means he’s relentless on a good day and Remus more often than not doesn’t have the backbone nerve to argue.
“Blue, blue, blue, bl—”
“Yes, yeah, Teds, goodness sake, we’re getting you,” Remus squints his eyes at what the small sign in the display says, “Blueberry Wizard.”
Teddy lets out an excited litany of giggles, trembling in Remus’ arms. He should definitely be more meticulous about his sugar intake again.
The pudgy, young woman behind the counter throws him an amused look that Remus feels himself flush at, “Um, and I’ll take a scoop of dark chocolate, please. Both in a cup.”
Remus is reaching for his wallet, looking back up only for him to experience some sort of whiplash at the flurry of pale skin and raven hair he hadn’t heard arriving.
His head pounding with the way his eyes are trying to take in everything at once. Long hair and broad shoulders under an obscenely low buttoned, thinly striped shirt. Remus counts red, yellow, blue, is pretty sure there’s a hint of white in the mix but is then distracted by the sinful display of chest. Fine dusting of dark hair and tattoos, fuck, and pecs that look like he’s either lifting weights or working with his hands and Remus is actually in serious danger of fainting right now.
What Remus, belatedly, realises—far too occupied mapping the stranger’s beauty marks on his face and the regal jut of his nose bridge—is that there’s an equally black haired but significantly more dark skinned boy crawling up the man’s length as well.
“Go on, Hazza,” the man nods his head at the array of different Gelato, voice rich and deeper than Remus had expected.
His toddler lets out a long breath, “But how do we know which ones are good?”
The way the gorgeous man’s lips twitch has Remus’ knees attempting to buckle, “Well, you could always ask for recommendations.”
The kid’s mouth forms an ‘o’, nodding importantly, and then proceeds to lean right around his adult to where Remus is standing dumbly, “Hello, which flavours are the tasty ones?”
Remus feels his mouth work uselessly, barely daring to look the other man in the face.
Thankfully, his son has no such qualms, “Hi, I’m Teddy. The blue one is my favourite.”
The bespectacled boy follows with wary eyes as the cup gets handed over the counter and into Teddy’s little palms.
Luckily for him, Teddy is not done yet, “And I also looove Banana,” takes a big glob on his little plastic spoon, “And strawberry, and vanilla, and—”
Remus absently puts a gentle palm against Teddy’s cheek to quiet him down, then lets him onto the ground, leaning back up to chance a glance at the stunning stranger.
Which seems to be staring back at Remus with a nearly empty expression, safe for the slightly slack jaw.
Remus scratches at the sweat-damp curls at the back of his neck uncomfortably and the man’s eyes flutter, then he blinks violently before his head shoots back to his toddler.
“Well,” he clears his throat, licks his lips, “You do really like the banana shakes I make for you every now and then, Haz.”
The boy’s eyes glow a little, smile blooming, “A-huh.”
Grey eyes land back on Remus, fixing him in his spot, unable to move a muscle when the man moves closer towards him, “And what would you recommend, …?”
It takes a beat too long for Remus to realise he’s waiting for a name.
“Oh, Remus.”
The man flashes a glint of sharp canines through his pink lips, “Hi, Remus,” tone sickly sweet and tilting his head to look up through his lashes, “I’m Sirius.”
God have mercy, is he flirting with him?
“So, Remus,” he sets the kid, including ice cream cone, down and then props both hands on his narrow hips, nudging him with an elbow, “what do you reckon?”
“Uh, well,"Remus stutters stupidly, "I always get myself dark chocolate when it’s available,” he grimaces, confessing, “Horrible sweet tooth.”
“Yeah, it’s gotta come from somewhere, huh?” Sirius grins and nods his head down at Teddy taking a huge bite of frosty Blueberry Wizard.
Remus rubs at his flaming neck sheepishly, “Uhm, you can never go wrong with Stratiatella, I think. If you’re looking for something less hardcore.”
He has barely time to cringe at his choice of words when Sirius eyes take on a glint that, embarrassingly, has Remus cock twitching with interest in his cut off jeans shorts, “Oh, yeah, what if I’m into a bit of hardcore, though?”
Swallowing is so very hard for Remus right now. And maybe he shouldn’t have because now his mouth is awefully dry, voice hoarse when, “Well, the– the cookie flavour has some big chunks of dark chocolate chips in it.”
Sirius hums low and happy, “Sounds perfect,” and turns back to the woman behind the counter, “Another scoop of cookie in a cone, please,” throws a charming grin over his shoulder at Remus, “And I’ll be paying for our two handsome advisors as well.”
Oh. “Oh, you don’t have to, it’s—”
“Too late,” Sirius sing-songs, handing over the folded bills. And then, horrifyingly and excitingly, steps back and leans into Remus’ personal space. Takes the wallet Remus was still holding in his palm, like an idiot, it’s embarrassing, in his own hand—and Remus simply lets him!? too occupied marvelling at the clean three-day beard framing rosy lips and the flash of silver eyes through dark lashes—and leans around Remus to tuck it into his jeans’ back pocket. Murmuring into the curve of Remus’ ear, “Let a gorgeous bloke buy you an ice cream, huh, sweets?”
Remus nods dumbly, caught in his spot and then Sirius pulls back and Remus already misses the smell of expensive sunscreen, spicy cologne and shea butter conditioner that clings to his beautiful waves.
Something tugs at the white threads of his shorts and, oh, right, his son is still there, that’s good, Remus hadn’t even— “Dad, can Harry come with us to the cove?”
Remus blinks at Teddy, entirely lost.
His son sighs irritated, apparently thinking Remus is refusing to answer due to lacking manners, so he adds, “Pleeeaaasee, please, please, please, Harry said he can already swim, his Padfoot teach- taught it to him so—” the rest of the sentence blurs into the background as Remus looks up and eventually concludes the other kid to be Harry, leaving Sirius to be Padfoot.
Which glances back at him amused, equally getting tugged at and begged, mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, raising an eyebrow in question.
Remus smiles back, “Well, it seems I couldn’t possibly do anything against this self-assigned playdate even if I tried to, Teds.”
The kids erupt into elated shrieks and Sirius and Remus shake their heads in a similar fashion as they go to pick up their beach bags and stroll after the toddlers running ahead, Teddy leading the familiar way.
“So what’s this cove, huh? Secret, special bathing spot we’re getting introduced to?” Sirius asks playfully, “Lucky us.”
His voice is deliberately sultry, Remus knows it, and well. Fight fire with fire, right? Also, he’s simply stating the truth when he replies, “Just this secluded spot I know from when I was a teenager. Hasn’t been used in ages so I always go there to let Teddy and me run around butt-naked, away from the eyes of creeps.”
When he peeks out of the corners of his eyes, Sirius’ jaw is hanging open rather adorably again, “Please tell me you didn’t bother bringing any bathing trunks.”
Much to Sirius’ whinging, he did bring some swimming trunks. Has them even already on under the jeans, for a matter of fact.
They spread out their towels, slather the kids in sunscreen before they beg off into the pools of shallow water to build a sand castle.
Then follows a painful 15 minutes of Sirius massaging sunscreen into his neck and back and waist and thighs and basically everywhere he can get his hands on honestly which ends with both of them being half hard and having to lay down on their front for another 15 minutes of quiet time.
It’s a fantastic day, for both kids and adults. They end up staying longer than planned and decide getting dinner together at a small local family diner that’s been there since Remus was young.
They swap numbers before they bid goodbye, beneficial to know a bloke that knows his way around town. Better just when he’s cute, too.
Remus ends up with aching cheeks in bed that night.
Needless to say, a few weeks later when preschool starts up again, Remus takes Sirius on another beach date.
This time he fucks him into the sand, like he’s wanted to the first time around.
A Nice Walk in the Park
(by carlav.discusses)
Drawn as part of Wolfstar Bingo 2022.
Prompt: DILF Wolfstar
AO3
@wolfstarbingo2022
5 Lines (approx) on Friday
(Note: James is Harry’s son here.)
They stayed out on the veranda until James started fussing, and Harry brought him inside to feed him. Sirius helped Remus up from the floor of the veranda.
“I’ve got you, old man,” Sirius said with a wink.
Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re still older.”
“You’d never know it. I’m just as young and hot as ever.”
Remus bit his tongue, knowing what this sort of banter usually led to and he didn’t want to do any of that while Harry was in the house with his son. Later, though, all bets were off.
Okay okay okay hear me out;
Dilf Sirius and teacher Remus. But there's cool aunt Dorcas (and her wife Marlene) who picks the kid up on occasion. So remus is just left very confused
Well, this sounds like the making of a great fic.
Remus would be so confused (and pining, just a little, because who wouldn't pine after dilf Sirius, he's amazing). And he's trying so hard to figure out where Dorcas and Marlene fit into the whole thing because maybe he doesn't know they're married right away, so he thinks one of them is the mother and he's a bit disappointed by that. But then twist, they're not. Sirius is single and happily gay (very gay for Remus but Remus doesn't know that) which makes Remus so happy because he loves that kid like his own (though he's not supposed to as a teacher but oh well, can't backtrack now, can he?)
And happily ever after, the end!
*sighs* (please bear with me I just can't keep it in anymore...)
I told you this already, I believe, but now it has taken truly embarrassing dimensions. I am absolutely obsessed with your DILF wolfstar series. Like... I have literally been thinking about it so much, I won't ever admit to exactly how much.
I guess I just wanted to tell you this again. And! Maybe ask for some hc? Tell me about Harry in this! Did he go to Gryffindor? How did his relationship with Draco develop? How was the war? Was he a difficult teen to deal with for Sirius and Remus?
Anything, I will take anything at this point 🥺🙏
Thank you so much for this ❤️
!!!! I am deeply honored by this confession. I, too, am obsessed with DILF!Wolfstar in every form, and am more than happy to give you some very unorganized headcanons. :D
The house Remus & Sirius raise Harry in is called Polaris Cove. It's on the beach, and warded to the teeth. Sirius remembered Remus's fond memories of growing up on the coast and thought that, when the war was over, it would be a nice, peaceful change of pace from London. They didn't anticipate needing it so soon, or filling it with the pitter patter of Potter-Prongslet feet, but they adjusted.
The first month or so after the death of James & Lily was hard-- not just because they'd both lost their best friends, but because now they had to raise a child without any prior experience one-on-one. Sirius stayed as Padfoot for almost an entire month, and it caused a rift in their relationship. They patched it, of course, but it was very hard.
They wanted Harry to know his parents. They talked about them all the time, but in realistic ways. Told him James's flaws, Lily's pride, and how they loved each other. Showed him that they were human, and they loved him so very dearly. It helped them heal, too. Grief is a process and it doesn't just stop, you get better at living with it.
Remus instilled in Harry the patience that he didn't get in canon. He taught him to wait and take his time through tending the garden and fishing. He introduced him to the Selkies and mermaids that had been Remus's first friends.
Sirius taught him to listen to his instincts and his heart. If Harry didn't want to do something, and it wasn't critical that he do it (brushing his teeth was always enforced), he'd get a set of things to choose from. They gave him agency over his life. He was never forced to do anything.
Harry is still a Gryffindor in my little idyllic world. Still almost a hat stall, but ultimately, Gryffindor. This was not at all a surprise to Remus and Sirius, who knew from his first burst of accidental magic that he was going to be just like James. Harry in school was more confident, level-headed, and slower to anger, which I think is the biggest thing they would've helped him with.
Having two dads meant Harry understood the shapes love and families comes in. His "Bi awakening" wasn't traumatic, just a little awkward as it's wont to be while Remus & Sirius gave him a brief but thorough chat about safety and whatnot.
Sirius reconnected with Andromeda, but not with Narcissa until after the War. As such, it took Harry a while to accept that he liked Draco Malfoy. I don't envision them getting together until after Hogwarts when they can sort of become their own people. Draco went into Healing and Harry tried the Aurors for 2 months and quit when Sirius pointed out that he was miserable.
Remus is a dueling professor. He didn't really like the irony of teaching DADA when he himself is a "dark creature", and dueling is a lot less demanding of a subject/elective, so his frequent absences weren't a detriment. He loves teaching it--he's a very skilled duelist, and that's where he gets close to Draco.
Remus sees himself in Draco, a little, as odd as it sounds. Both of them have complicated relationships with their fathers, they both suffer for the HUBRIS of their fathers, and they both struggle greatly with what is right and what is wrong. Draco doesn't take the Mark with Remus as a mentor.
Remus and Sirius have a very flourishing garden with flowers and vegetables, beehives for honey, and they tried to keep chickens (but that ended up being a short-lived venture because even with Moony contained behind wards on the full moon, the chickens got so scared they died >_>).
Harry...has walked in on them, and more times than he'd like. His accidental magic once acted as a finite when he was about 8 and wanted so very badly for his godparents to come to him (but he was embarrassed to ask). It cancelled a silencing spell. Whoops! He's seen glimpses of things happening in the shower, and they had to have a nice long chat with him about knocking and respecting closed doors. :)
Sirius calls him Haz or Hazza more than he says Harry. Remus calls him Harry or cariad.
Teenage Harry was...challenging. Of course there was the whole angst stuff about his parents, but with Remus and Sirius there to guide him through his emotions and answer every question without fail (they promised never to lie to him, and they haven't, ever, even when it's very uncomfortable), he wasn't as troubled.
This...has gotten very long. I am uh, more than happy to provide so many more, but this definitely got away from me. :D
“well, you’re dirty and sweet, clad in black, don’t look back and i love you” — some more DILF wolfstar when remus actually listens to his attention seeking husband
when you’re jobless and your husband dares to do his work instead of focusing all of his attention on you >:(