#wolfstar dads

He shakes his head, pretending he hadn’t been staring daggers at the back of Ron’s head. “It does count,” he says easily. And a little petty, as well. That’s what Sirius gets for keeping him in the dark. 

Sirius gawps, genuinely wounded before turning to you. It’s almost comical how his smirk spreads, both taunting towards Remus and knowing at you. “And what does my lovely girl think?” he leans over his broom, arms crossed and looking irritatingly handsome. “Her opinion ought to matter the most, seeing she’s so interested in Quidditch as of lately.”

To your credit, you only shrug. “I didn’t really pay attention. Sorry, dad.”

Harry flies lower, side by side now. “Why didn’t you?” he glances at Sirius, copying his stance over his broom. “S’the least you can do, seeing you stole our star player.”

At your side, a tiny bit closer than a friend would do, Ron blushes. “Fuck off.”

Ginny snorts. “Star player? Ron?”

“He meant me, Ginny,” you tilt your head, smirk spreading at the way Ron rolls his eyes at you. Fondly. Scooting a tiny bit closer. You wave them off. “Alright, then. Scurry off, you’re still in a tie.”

“Ah, so you have been paying attention.” Sirius points at you, eyes narrowed. “You just like being a petty little contrarian.”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

Sirius juts his chin at Remus, smirking. “She’s just like you, Moons.”

Remus only sends him a mock smile from his seat, tucked away under the shadow in the little garden table. His book remains open but the pages yet to be flipped, too engrossed enjoying the day to focus on the story. Across from him, Lily hums knowingly, flipping a page of her own book with a little smile.

“What?”

“Hm?” she glances up. Even if she’s wearing sunglasses, he can spot the mischief in her eyes. “Oh, nothing.”

“Lily.”

“They’re adorable, s’all,” she flips a page. “He’s very sweet with her, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s a sweet kid,” he shrugs, but his eyes still flicker up to where you’re laying down on the picnic blanket. Still engrossed in whatever Ron is talking about and definitely not in the forgotten, open book on your lap. “That’s still a bit much, don’t you think?”

Lily laughs. “Remus, relax. They’re not even that close.”

“They look close enough to me.”

“Ginny told me Ron has been pining after her since that time they went to the Quidditch cup.”

“What?” his heart stutters. “Since then?”

“Oh, please. It wasn’t that long ago.”

“Last year!”

Lily closes her book, looking far too pleased with herself as she leans back. “Makes you think, right?” she reaches for her glass, ice mostly melted. “They’re finally getting their moment.”

Remus scoffs, but immediately schools his expression when you walk up to them. Book tucked under your arm and cheeks flushed enough to know something transpired during your hushed conversation. You glance back to the match over your shoulder, watching as Ron joins after taunting and joking from his sister and Harry.

“Hi, love.” Lily smiles, setting her feet away from the empty seat for you. “How’re you feeling?”

“Heaps better,” you nod, sitting between them and setting your book down. The bookmark hasn’t been moved. Lily sends your dad a wide look, almost smug that, of course, you catch. “What?”

“Nothing. Just glad you feel better. Right, Remus?”

Remus nods, smiling back at you. “Of course. Would you like more lemonade, my darling?”

“Oh, um, sure. Thanks, Da.”

He smiles, watching as you settle back, eyes occasionally glancing back at the match. You tap at the spine of your book, repetitively and almost in a thoughtful manner. Remus recognizes it enough to know there’s something you’re bracing for.

“Ron asked me out,” you say quietly, between sips of lemonade. 

“What!?”

You turn quickly, eyes wide to find a comically large pair of grey eyes staring back at you. Sirius points at you with a gaping mouth, but no words come out. 

“Dad!” you turn back on your chair, dropping your face to your hands. “Oh my god.”

Sirius jogs the rest of the way to your table, finger still pointing at you. Remus only rolls his eyes, handing him his own lemonade to drink up instead of saying something incriminating out loud again. 

Lily smiles. “That’s nice, lovely. When?”

“Um,” your glance back at your dads. “Tonight.”

“Tonight?” Sirius asks louder, and this time, his volume does catch the attention of the rest as they stand a few feet away. “What do you mean—”

“Sirius.” Remus sighs. 

“Dad,” you say simultaneously, shrinking down and down on your chair. “Quiet, please?”

“I won’t be quiet. You can’t just drop this bomb on me and go!” he sips at his lemonade, nearly choking with the haste he does to swallow it down. “What will you wear?”

You blink. “What?”

“Yeah, we haven’t got much time to prepare.”

“Wait. You’re not…” you glance between them, face now full of confusion. Remus’ heart aches when you tilt your head slightly to the side, looking more and more like Sirius with that tiny frown. “Is it okay…?”

Remus nods immediately, clearing his throat and sending Sirius a chiding look to stay quiet. He turns to you. “Of course it’s okay, darling girl.”

You nearly melt with relief. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, reaching over the table to squeeze your hand. “You feel better to go, though?”

You nod, a tiny movement that is mostly out of excitement rather than to reassure him. Remus huffs a laugh. “Yeah. I feel better.”

“Heaps better, you mean?”

Sirius sets his lemonade down. “Um, I rather not ask about what you two are secretly talking about,” he turns around, waving at James to indicate he’s pulling out of the match. “But we’re talking about that later. Come on, my love—we’ve got things to do.”

“Now?”

“Well, yes?” your dad’s tone borderlines on disbelief, reaching for your hand to help you up. Careful, always careful. “Lils, you coming?”

Lily pushes her chair back hurriedly. “I’m coming!”

Remus laughs, watching you being shepherded inside to prepare for this date. He doesn’t miss the way you look behind your shoulder, lips already twitching up in that smile he’s seen more and more of since summer started—around Ron, specifically. His eyes flicker back to the match, where Ron is waving back at you from the skies. Looking as excited and positively giddy as you do.