Godfather • word count: 480
@wolfstarmicrofic | modern au
James plops onto the couch beside Sirius, who’s sprawled out watching telly, and says excitedly, “hello, my son’s godfather.”
Without looking away, Sirius snorts. “hello, my godson’s father.”
James wiggles his eyebrows. “didja know, people are thirsting over your husband.”
That gets Sirius’ attention immediately. He smirks, glancing across the room where Remus is on the floor with baby Harry, helping him stack colourful blocks into a very wonky tower. Remus is in a baggy hoodie and soft sleep pants, hair messy, looking like a ray of sunshine.
“As they should,” Sirius says, smug. But he raises an eyebrow. “go on then. elaborate.”
James holds out his phone. “remember that ‘come to your favourite person’ challenge we did with Harry on Sunday?"
“Yeah. Did you post it?”
“Yep. a couple minutes ago. look—”
He hits play.
The video shows James kneeling with open arms, Lily clapping encouragingly, Mary and Marlene on the floor cooing, Sirius dramatically stretching his hand out like he’s summoning Harry with pure willpower… and Remus standing behind them, tall and soft and beautiful, hands in his pockets, smiling wide.
Harry toddles toward Lily first…then spots Remus extending one hand and Instantly takes a 180° turn.
Straight for Uncle Moony.
The video devolves into laughter as Remus picks Harry up, beams, and gently sets him down again for another try… only for Harry to immediately toddle right back into Remus’ legs every single time. Everyone cackles. The video ends with Sirius sliding an arm around Remus’ waist and kissing his cheek in the background as James stops recording.
“you should see these comments,” James wheezes, opening them.
“i would want uncle moony too tbh” “cant blame the kid fr” “does uncle moony want one of his own?” “i volunteer as tribute” “what’s uncle moony @. asking for a friend” “love how we all collectively choose uncle moony” “im jealous of the person kissing his cheek in the end 👀” “damn both uncles looking FINEE” “uncle moony please ruin my life (lovingly)” “give that man a baby immediately” “i just saw uncle moony and ovulated bye” “i’ll miss uncle moony when i scroll 😔”
James cackles. “seems like people on internet wants to give uncle moony a baby.”
Sirius pouts dramatically.
“are you jealous, Pads?”
“of course i am…he’s mine!” he huffs. Then quieter: “…d’you think he wants a baby?” Sirius glances at Remus, who’s now blowing raspberries on Harry’s tummy, making the toddler shriek with laughter.
James smirks. “I think he wants five. maybe ten. but do not quote me.”
Sirius stands up suddenly.
“oi, where are you going?” James asks.
Sirius turns to him smiling widely. “take little prongslet Jamesy. I'm gonna go make a baby with my husband.” He winks and jogs across the room.
“OH FOR THE LOVE OF-” James groans as Sirius pounces on Remus and starts kissing him like a man on a mission.
