#sirius (papa) is very fond of nicknames

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Little Teddy doesn’t know what Daddy’s name is, but they figure it must be either “Moony,” “Love,” “ma Lune,” “Amour,” or “Chéri,” because that’s what Papa always calls him. They assume that at a few of the names must be nicknames, because, as far as they know, people only have one name. They’re pretty sure his name is Moony, though, because that’s what James and Peter call him, too.

Papa laughs for five whole minutes when they tell him their conundrum. Daddy just smiles like he does when they show him their cool jumps and tells Papa something in Welsh.

[agerefandom]

What Family Is

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Reader, OCs

Words: 1,700

Summary: Remus and Sirius have settled in a Muggle town with you, their adopted regressor, since age regression is more accepted in Muggle society. Remus meets a new friend while you’re busy on the playground, and eventually you go home for dinner.

Warnings: cglre terminology (Remus is ‘daddy’ and Sirius is ‘papa,’ hopefully not too confusing!), some baby talk from the reader, they/them pronouns used for Reader by someone who doesn’t know them (gender-neutral aside from that).  

(A/N: Sirius has nicknamed the Reader ‘Applebee’ because they kept repeating it for a while! It’s a very minor thing, but I thought it might be odd without an explanation.) 

The playground is always full of noise and laughter on sunny days. Remus is enjoying the sunlight, his eyes closed and his face tilted towards the warm sky, when someone sits beside him on the bench, startling him out of his reverie.

Flinching upright, he blinks at the person now beside him, who looks just as surprised as him. She’s a stranger, a young woman wearing a bright summer dress.

“Sorry to startle you,” she says with genuine apology. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright.” Remus runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back and letting it fall into its natural pattern. “I was drifting off a bit.” He turns his attention to the playground, checking that nothing has changed.

“Which one is yours?” the woman asks, following his gaze towards the playground.

“Ah, the one in the yellow overalls,” Remus says, unable to help the fondness in his voice as he points you out. You’re busy under the bridge, making a pile of the dusty pebbles that keep the playground safe for the clumsy children that play here.

“An age regressor?” the woman asks. Remus tenses slightly. The stranger’s voice wasn’t accusatory, but not everyone is friendly towards regressors, even if they’re largely accepted by muggle society these days.

“Yes. My child,” Remus returns.  

“They seem very sweet,” she says, and Remus relaxes slightly at her casual tone. “Did they choose their clothes by themself?”

“Yes.” Remus smiles. You’re dressed in a mish-mash of your favourite clothes: yellow overalls, an orange shirt with the Seasame Street characters printed across it, and star-patterned light up sneakers. “I’m afraid fashion doesn’t run in the family.” Remus gestures to his own clothes, muggle-style but hardly fashion forward: plain grey slacks and a dark long-sleeved shirt.

“I think they look wonderful,” the woman smiles. “Full of life. My son is on the monkey-bars, there.”

She points, and Remus follows her finger to a young boy sitting on top of the bars and stimming happily, hands waving back and forth.

“Very talented!” Remus praises. “I’ve never seen my little one get all the way up there. He must be good at climbing.”

“My little monkey,” says the mother fondly. “I’m Sasha, by the way.”

“Remus.”

The two of them shake hands.

“How long have you lived in this area?” Sasha asks.

“A few months,” Remus says honestly. “My partner and I wanted to settle down close to London, but not in the city proper. We’re still getting used to the town.

“I’ve lived here for all of Jason’s life- that’s my son- and we just love it here. If you wanted some restaurant recommendations, I’d be happy to supply them.”

Remus finds himself enjoying the chatter with the new muggle, Sasha. Both of them keep their eyes on their children as they talk, sharing stories about messy bath-times and their favourite parks in town. By the time the sun is getting low, Remus has given Sasha his number, and she’s invited him and Sirius for dinner at her house.

“I’ll have to check with my partner about his schedule, but we’d love to come,” Remus says. “We don’t have enough friends in the area.”

“I’m always glad to meet more people,” Sasha smiles.

“We should get going, Sirius will be sad if we’re not home in time for dinner,” Remus sighs. He wasn’t usually one for talking with strangers, but he’s been enjoying the discussion about parenting, and you were clearly enjoying your time on the playground while he waited. “I’ll call you about dinner.

“Looking forward to it!” Sasha waves Remus off as he approaches the playground.

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“Sweetheart!” Daddy calls, catching your attention as you run towards the stairs to the slide. “It’s time to go home.”

“Nooo,” you complain, stopping on the bridge between the ladder and the stairs. “Don’t wanna go home.”

“Papa is making dinner for us,” Daddy says. “Don’t you want to see him?”

“Puppy?” You perk up, glancing around. You miss Papa so much, he usually comes to the park to play!

“He’s at home, sweetheart, waiting with soup.” Daddy walks up to the bridge, smiling. “One more slide, and then home?”

“One more slide,” you agree reluctantly, and finish climbing to the slide platform. Daddy stands at the bottom, arms outstretched, and you giggle as you sit at the top of the slide. He’s going to try and catch you, and you’re probably going to knock him over, but that’ll be his fault.

You push yourself forward and gravity pulls you down, whoosh, right into Daddy’s arms. He swings you around with the momentum and then sets you down on your feet. You forget how strong Daddy is sometimes! He’s so small.

Well, he’s not small. He’s taller than you, but you can wrap your arms all the way around him when you hug him and touch your own elbows, and that’s small. There are lots of ways to be small.

You’re distracted from your thoughts when Daddy takes your hand and starts leading the way home: you follow obediently, blinking back at the darkening playground and the kids who are still playing.

“Can we come back tomorrow, daddy?” you ask.

“If you’d like,” he says. “Maybe Papa will enjoy getting out of the house.”

“Papa!! Puppy?” You love going out with Papa when he’s a dog. Everyone wants to pet him and he plays with you. Daddy always sits by the playground and makes sure you’re safe, but Papa will play! “Tomorrow?”

“You’ll have to ask him if he’s busy.”

“Okay!”

The birds sing in the trees as you walk home. You blink around at the houses, and the other people on the sidewalks. Some people smile at you, and you drop your eyes to the ground as you smile back. People are so nice to you! They give you cookies when you go to the store, and they give you crayons when you go to eat pancakes. Sometimes when your Papa and Daddy are both busy, you have to go to daycare with other kids who are big sometimes, and the caretakers there are nice, but you prefer spending the day with your caregivers.

“Here we are!” Daddy points out your street, which you were about to walk past. That’s why Daddy holds your hand while you’re walking: otherwise, you get lost! You start to speed ahead, pulling Daddy behind you. You know the way from here, and you want to be home, you want to be home now!

Finally, Daddy lets go of your hand and you run up the stairs to the front door, bursting in happily.

“Papaaaa!”

“Applebee!” Papa comes running from the kitchen to give you a proper hug, lifting you off the ground as you laugh. “How was the park?”

“It was awesome! I went down the slide lots and lots!” Daddy comes in the door behind you and starts taking his shoes. You struggle to toe yours off, and Papa gets down to help you with the Velcro strips. Finally, you’re free in your socked feet, and Papa leads the way back to the kitchen as you tell him all about the pebble castle you built under the bridge.

The kitchen is full of good smells, and Papa starts stirring something on the stove.

“Smells great,” Daddy calls from the hallway.

“Thanks, babe! It’s a new experiment,” Papa replies.

“Papa, will you go to the park and play tomorrow??” You hug him from the back, rubbing your face against his sweater. He’s much softer as a dog, but dogs aren’t allowed in the kitchen.

“Hmm, I think I’d like that.” He taps the spoon, drops it on the side of the stove, and turns to hug you properly, messing up your hair. “Someone needs to keep an eye on you, little troublemaker.”

“Papa!!” you protest, pushing his hand off. He laughs and nuzzles your cheek instead, his version of a kiss when he’s a dog. It’s scratchier when he’s just Papa, his stubble making your face feel tender.

“I was thinking a family movie and early bedtime tonight,” Daddy says, finally coming in from the hall and joining the hug with an arm around Papa’s shoulders and a hand on the top of your head. He’s always very gentle when he touches you. “I could use some extra sleep.”

“Sounds good.” Papa gives Daddy a kiss, and then pushes their noses together affectionately. “Alright if I stay up?”

“Of course.”

Papa and Daddy don’t always sleep at the same time, but that means when you can’t sleep, one of them is usually awake. And they don’t mind you climbing into their bed, either. Nothing is cozier than being squished between them after you’ve woken up from a nightmare.

“I wanna stay up with Papa!”

“Are you sure? It’s been a long day,” Daddy says.

“Yeah.”

You have the best caregivers: they listen to you. They used to make you go to bed at one time, every night, but it didn’t really work, because you can’t always sleep. So now they let you decide when to go to bed, unless you get cranky. Then they make you brush your teeth even if you say you don’t want to. And sometimes they trick you into lying down on the couch and listening to a lullaby, and then you wake up the next morning in bed.

You have tricky dads. But you love them.

“An Applebee and Papa party!” Sirius laughs, tugging you into his side and planting a proper kiss on your temple. “Sounds perfect. Alright, you two, get changed for dinner. Remus, did you walk through a mud puddle?”

“Oh….” Daddy glances down at his trousers, and so do you. They are very dirty. “I didn’t notice.”

“I know,” Papa says fondly. “Go help our little one get changed, and I’ll have dinner on the table when you’re done.”

“I love you!” you tell Papa, as Daddy takes your hand to help you up the stairs.

“Love you too, cutie.” Papa blows you a kiss, and you tuck it into your pocket with a giggle. Papa is silly. You love him. You look up and see Daddy smiling fondly: he loves both of you too.

That’s what family is, after all. Just a lot of love and silliness.

[sky-full-of-imagines]

Vive la France (Remus Lupin x Reader)

So how about a reader who's been friends with Moony when they were little children, but who then got separated because he went to Hogwarts and she - to Beauxbatons. And then somewhere around the fifth year she transfers to Hogwarts, and Remus realizes he has a thing for her but he doesn't show. So then the Marauders start to hit on her deliberately in order to make Remus jealous and get him to tell her about with feelings? Lots of fluff, maybe? Thank you so much in advance! You are so talented it's inhuman!

I love love loved this request!! I tried to write a French accent so I hope I did an okay job, I took French for six years so I hope my phrases are accurate!

French translations:

Vivante: lively

Amis: friends

Mes amis: my friends

Oui: yes

Ma chère: my dear

Tais-toi: be quiet/shut up.

Maman et papa: mommy and daddy.

Y/Nm: your nickname

You adjusted your black robes for what seemed to be the hundredth time, missing the blue of your former uniform. Your mother sent you a comforting look as she waved one last time before you were being directed towards the Headmaster’s office where you would be sorted into your Hogwarts house. You were a transfer student from Beauxbatons, only a month into the school term so you still had time to catch up in your lessons. Your father had landed a much better job in London, much closer to Hogwarts so it was decided that it might do your family some good to turn a new leaf. You nervously sat in front of Dumbledore and another professor, McGonagall if you recalled correctly.

“Don’t be nervous dear, now, the sorting hat will determine which house you belong in, then we’ll have one of the Prefects from that house come and escort you to your lessons and give you a tour of the school.” He said kindly as you politely nodded. Ever since your parents told you that you would be switching schools, you promptly wrote to your best friend, Remus Lupin; you two grew up together but then once you moved to France you didn’t see each other as often, but you wrote to each other every week and tried to at least visit him once every year. You remembered how nervous he was when he told you about his condition, but you didn’t care that he was a werewolf, he was still your sweet best friend, you were more worried about his well-being, remembering how the full moons took a toll on him and you hoped that they were easier to deal with now that he was older. Remus attended Hogwarts, and you were bursting with excitement at the prospect of going to school with him. Your nerves seemed to have betrayed you because you were drawing a blank at which house he belonged to…what if you were placed in a different house...

You were knocked out of your thoughts when Dumbledore placed the hat gently on top of your hair.

“Hmm…a cunning mind…yes very cunning indeed, but extremely witty and creative as well. We certainly can’t box you in a house with just one of those traits…yes, you’ll do good in Gryffindor, I can see great bravery in you, not afraid of the unknown.” Said the hat after a couple of minutes. You saw the witch next to Dumbledore smile.

“Well Miss L/N, looks like you’re in my house. I’ll go find my Prefect and he’ll be your guide for the day. I’m sure you’ll make Gryffindor proud.” Professor McGonagall said, and with that she left the office. After a few minutes she came back, next to her was the familiar face of your favorite, chocolate lover, lanky best friend.

“REMUS!” you exclaimed before hugging him. He chuckled in response, hugging you back.

“I’m glad you got sorted into Gryffindor Y/Nm.” He said fondly.

“Mr. Lupin, today you are in charge of showing Miss L/N around, make her feel welcomed but I’m sure the latter won’t be a problem.” Dumbledore said, shooting McGonagall a knowing smile. Remus nodded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink while you blushed slightly next to him.

You both exited the headmaster’s office, walking in a comfortable silence.

“Let me guess, you completely forgot each house and were slightly panicking while the hat ominously whispered in your ear?” he said, a goofy smile making its way on his face.

“Oh shut up…but yes, I did. But hey! At leas’ we are in zhe same house!” you responded, shoving him slightly to the side, as he chuckled.

“Well, as you can see the castle is big, not as big as Beauxbatons but still quite impressive.”

“My friends back at Beauxbatons would kill me, but I am starting to like Hogwarts a lot more.” you said softly as you looked around the castle walls, taking in the moving portraits and the low candlelight that adorned the archways.

“I wouldn’t say so just yet, our resident dead prankster, Peeves, will have you singing a different tune I’m sure.” He said as he led you up a long staircase, warning you of a loose floorboard.

“Speaking of prankster… didn’t you mention how your best friends were big on pranks? What did you call yourselves… ah yes, zhe explorerz?” you teased.

“Very funny, and it’s marauders.” He said with a good natured eye roll.

“Explorerzs, marauderzs, same thing. Either way, I’m looking forwar’ to meeting your amis!” you said cheerfully.

“Hope they don’t scare you off, love.” He added as he led you towards the dining hall.

“There’s about ten minutes until lunch, figured we could come a bit earlier. The tables are divided by each house: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” He explained as he pointed to the four long tables, each already set with countless of silverware, plates and goblets.  You both made your way to the Gryffindor table and soon enough the great hall was filling up with students, all eager to eat and relax before their afternoon lessons.

You were too caught up in your thoughts, and people watching, that you didn’t notice the three boys that came to sit down next to you and Remus.

“Should we poke her?”

“Yeah, let’s poke the new cute girl Prongs, it’ll be real smooth.”

“Shut up, Pads, it’s not like you’re coming up with any good ideas.”

“Will you two stop ogling my best friend?” Remus snapped, glaring at the two boys. Sirius and James got quiet for a few seconds but then their eyes lit up with understanding, a smirk making its way on each of their faces. Remus waved them off and turned to you, tapping your shoulder softly and bringing you back to reality.

“Y/N, these are my friends, Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.” He said pointing to each of them. They each waved but Sirius and James were on a mission to get a reaction out of Remus so they each pulled out their charm, much to Remus’s displeasure.

“Pleasure to meet you, and might I add just how fortunate we are to have you here. Our very own beauty, our treasure. We shall admire and guard you, I’ll alerts the knights.”

“That’s right, Sirius.” James said, doing an elaborate bow as Remus rolled his eyes.

“Well Remus wasn’t kidding when he said you were a bit vivante.” You said chuckling slightly. At hearing your accent Sirius and James smirked even more, shooting a fleeting look towards Remus who was glaring at them, if looks could kill…

“Is that a French accent I hear?” Sirius asked.

“Oui, I’m a transferred student from ze magic school in France, Beauxbatons. Did Remus not tell you?” you answered, smiling as you saw how your goblet refilled itself.

“No, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even tell us you were coming today.” James said.

“Remus would love for her to come, isn’t that right Moony?” Sirius added with a sly smile.

“For Merlin’s sake, both of you shut up...” Remus grumbled; he was quite thankful that you didn’t catch the double meaning behind Sirius’s words seeing as how you were busy deciding which pastry to choose from.

Lunch went on, the boys kept asking you questions about Beauxbatons and how it was different from Hogwarts, but before you could keep on talking about it, the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch hour.

“Come on, Y/Nm, we have Potions next.” Remus said kindly as he picked up your bag for you.

“Fear not Moony, we can escort Y/N! Think of us as her handsome bodyguards.” Sirius offered. Before Remus could object you spoke up.

“It’s okay, I love to ‘ear the fun facts Remus has about the castle! Besides I missed ‘im very much.” You said as took his arm and led him towards the exit.

“Well, I think we got our job cut out for us. Y/N is definitely into our dear Moony, and is not shy about showing it, but Moony is a bit more on the shy side of the looove spectrum.” James pondered out loud.

“You’re right, I think operation Vive la France is a go.” Sirius concluding, earning an approving nod from James as Peter merely watched, shaking his head at his meddling best friends.

 As the weeks went by you began to feel at home at Hogwarts, you wrote to your friends weekly, and your parents were very happy with how well you were adjusting. Remus was over the moon by how you were settling in and he was extremely fond of your study dates, although you had never called them that, but he liked to think of them as dates. Little did he know you felt the same way.

“Oi! Y/N! Where are you headed? We’re going to the lake before dinner, we want to lure out Ollie out.” Sirius called out as he ran to catch up with you in the hallway.

“Ollie? Did you name ze giant squid Ollie.”

“Yes we did. He’s a Virgo, extremely picky when it comes to snacks…” James trailed off.

“Sorry mes amis, but I’m meeting Remus at the library, he’s been helping me with my Eenglish and I don’t want to be late.” you said as politely, smiling to yourself by the mere fact of seeing Remus.

“Oh really? We’ll join you!” Sirius said brightly, bursting with excitement at the thought of his and James’s plan finally going into play.

You three made your way to the library, James and Sirius whispering to themselves and eyeing you suspiciously every so often. You simply brushed it off, thinking that they were simply plotting their next “super-secret” prank. After a few minutes of walking next to the whispering duo, you all made it to the library, you guided them towards yours and Remus’s spot, near the back of the library where there was a fireplace that Remus would light during each of your study sessions knowing how cold you got.

“Bonjour, Remus! I found our friends while I was on my way ‘ere. They insisted on joining us.” You greeted him and explained why the two marauders were with you.

“Hello Y/N, James, Sirius. I’m sure these two were probably incredibly annoying and for that I apologize.” Remus chuckled.

“No more annoying zan usual.” You replied, laughing softly.

Soon you both set to work and after a few minutes James coughed three times, signaling Sirius to put their plan into action, Sirius nodded and so it began.

“Say, ma chère, you look lovelier than ever. Even the reddest rose shrivels in comparison to your beauty.” Sirius said casually, leaning into your side, taking a hold of your hand. At his actions Remus’ eyebrows shot up, almost dropping the quill he was writing with.

“Zank you, but you should really go back to your essay if you want to finish it.” you answered politely. Remus visibly relaxed by how you brushed Sirius’ charm off. Another half an hour passed, Remus was in the middle of correcting your essay, checking for spelling and grammar mistakes while the two boys were doodling on the corner of their parchments. All was peace and quiet until James broke the silence.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, James?”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” he asked with a growing smirk. Out of the corner of his eye he saw how Remus stopped reading your Transfiguration essay and was looking intently at the two of you.

“No, I don’t zhink so.”

“Well, then I think we should go to Hogsmeade together, we can go to Madam Puddifoot’s.” he continued smoothly.

“’ow kind of you, but I will have to say no, maybe you could take Lily.” You said politely, going back to your current essay, not noticing how Remus was glaring at James with such an intensity that if looks could kill the poor boy would’ve been history. A few minutes went by and you excused yourself as you went to look for a book to finish your essay. As soon as you walked away Remus turned to his two friends.

“Care to explain what in the bloody hell was that all about?” he asked seething.

“Whatever do you mean, Moony?” Sirius asked coyly, as James snickered next to him.

“The flirting! With Y/N! and the asking her out!” he whispered-shouted, not wanting Madam Pince to come and yell at them.

“Moony, do you care if we flirt with Y/N? I mean you have said countless of times that she’s just a friend…”

“Oh sod off, James.” He muttered as he went back to editing your essay, not daring to make eye contact with his friends. You were coming back, but before you could make your presence known Sirius made a stopping motion with his hand as well as bringing his pointer finger his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. You were standing behind Remus, confused at to what was going on.

“Well, well, well, Sirius, I think Remus likes Y/N.”

“Hmm you might be right, Prongs.”

“So what if I do, now can you two shut up before she comes back…”

“Ha! We knew it! Just tell her how you feel, she’s obviously into you.” James shrugged as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“No she’s not. She’s this great, incredibly pretty, charming, funny girl, and I’m just a dorky werewolf.” He said defeated, not noticing that you have been standing behind him for the last few minutes, hearing the whole conversation. You cleared your throat, making your presence known, Remus dropped his quill as his eyes widened comically.

“I zhink you are wrong. You are so much more zhan zat and I like you, a lot. So how about we steal James’s idea and go to Hogsmeade together?” you said, blushing by your confession. Remus starred at you, wide-eyed as Sirius and James eagerly watched your exchange from the sidelines.

“I would love that.” Remus said after ten long seconds. You smiled brightly. The two of you went back to work, brushing into each other’s hands and arms more than usual or necessary. The quiet atmosphere was soon interrupted by Sirius’s stomach growling, signaling you all that it must be almost time for dinner. You all packed your belongings, Remus taking hold of your bag and hand, and made your way to the dining hall.

“So does this mean we get to call you both mom and dad?” Sirius asked as you kissed Remus on the cheek once he set your bag down and sat next to you.

“Sirius, for the love of Merlin…” Remus started.

“Tais-toi.” You finished.

“Okay fine, maman et papa…” he said smirking which earned him a slap on the back of his head by Remus. James spit out his pumpkin juice due to how much he was laughing.

“If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll hit you next.”