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summary: A mid-match brawl between you and Malfoy is all the proof Remus and Sirius could ever need that you are, without a doubt, their daughter.
tags: wolfstar!daughter. fem!reader. mentions of blood and violence, but it’s in the name of the greater good. general parenting wolfstar fluff.
a/n: hiiiii is this anything???? not sure where this came from but i sort of liked it too much for it to be forgotten in my drafts. as always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, enjoy!! xx
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“Ow!”
“Stop moving.”
You press your lips together, swallowing a hiss when your father presses the ice pack over your cheekbone. It only makes your ire stronger, taking up most of your body and coursing through your veins the longer you sit in silence, begrudgingly letting him tend to your face.
Somewhere deep in the infirmary, a groan echoes loudly, followed by Madam Pomfrey’s quiet but stern scolding. You roll your eyes at Malfoy’s dramatics–you didn’t even hit him that hard.
Remus levels you with a look. “Stop that.” he taps your chin with his finger, prompting you to look away from the small group gathered around your perpetual archnemesis’ bed.
With an eyeroll, you turn your head to meet your father’s eyes, warm yet swirling with suppressed amusement.
“Was this necessary?” you ask, crossing your arms much like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your father hums, turning to take the balm from his lap. “It was an accident.”
He pauses to send you another look, “You didn’t mean to get into a fight with Malfoy’s spawn?” he asks, his free hand guiding the cloth back to your nose, blood still runs down and to your chin with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
“No, I didn’t mean to fall off my broom.” you say quietly, a hiss escaping you at the pulsating pain in your nose. “That git deserved every bloody punch–And I’d do it again!” you turn to Malfoy, pointedly raising your voice for him to listen.
“Fuck off, Black.” one of his minions calls out, not even casting you a glance.
You bristle, making a move to stand from the bed. Remus is quicker though, hands at your shoulders pushing you back down.
“Enough.” he says firmly, hands still pressing down at your shoulders. You scoff indignantly, looking away from your father’s frown. “You’ve proved your point, no need to get into more trouble.”
“Trouble?” you repeat, aghast. Remus raises an eyebrow. “Why must I be the one getting in trouble? He started it.”
He nods, taking the healing balm to dab it at your skin. “I believe you started it.”
“He did–I wasn’t the one calling his girlfriend slurs here and there!” your father frowns, leaning back as the anger seems to take over you once again.
He lowers the healing balm to his lap as you huff.
“He doesn’t even have a girl, mind you. Or boy. Whatever he’s into. No wonder he’s got that rotten attitude, if I hadn’t shagged in ages, I too would be an insufferable twat.” you continue raging on, growing momentum the more said boy milks his barely existing injury from the other side of the infirmary.
Remus lets out an amused laugh, shaking his head as he listens to you monologuing about the injustice of your punishment, whatever it may be. He dabs gently at the bits of skin he can manage as you move your arms around to get your point across.
“Merlin–what’s that?” you purse your lips, face twisting in disgust as he caps the healing cream. “It smells awful.”
“Just some healing cream.” he explains briskly, patting behind him to search for his wand. You follow his movements with a raised eyebrow. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“I need to tend to your nose, it can’t stay like that.”
You sigh rather dejectedly, nodding as you lower the cloth from your nose. Remus tuts, readily raising his wand as the blood cascades down your face. Just as he mutters a quick episky, followed by your pained shriek, the doors to the infirmary slam open to reveal a very distressed Sirius storming into the room with your friends in tow.
“Where’s my darling girl?”
Said darling girl, Remus wants to say, is currently leaning over her thighs, hands pressed over her face as she comes down the pain of the bones in her nose snapping into place–after getting into a rather terrible brawl with her cousin, no less. But yeah, she’s a darling.
He settles for a quick wave, beckoning his husband to their side of the infirmary. Sirius goes obediently, swarm of teenagers behind him. He does cut a glare at Malfoy’s huddled bunch as he walks past them on their way out.
Remus is awfully reminded how he has to handle your attitude multiplied by two.
Sirius steps to you, evidently making a move to get closer, though a blur of hair bypasses him in a hurry. Soon Hermione is crouched by your side where you’re sitting by the edge of the bed, her hands on your knees as you seemingly have swallowed down the pain from your nose.
“Oh, hi.” you breathe out, blinking when you sit straight to look at her eyes. Despite your noble intentions to suppress it, you visibly soften when she frowns worriedly. “Hello.”
It had been, apparently, the wrong thing to say.
Hermione swats your knee with her mittens. “Hello?! You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack and all you have to say is hello?!”
“Um,” you cut a quick glance at Harry, then Ron. When your eyes land on Remus, he only shrugs. “yeah?”
“I’m cross with you.”
You gawp, but it’s Harry who speaks first. “Come on, ‘Mione, you didn’t hear what that git said.”
“Yeah!” you nod, pointing at your cousin, feeling vindicated and not at all sorry for what you did.
Sirius raises an eyebrow, sharing a look with his husband as he studies you. “You’re telling me all this started ‘cause he taunted you? Like one does at Quidditch?”
You point at said spawn, still groaning as Madam Pomfrey tends to his made up injury. “He called her things!”
“What things?”
You level him with a look, and Sirius finally notices first hand how much you’ve inherited from him.
“You know what.”
“I’ve told you countless times, y/n, I don’t need you to fight that sod for me.” Hermione steps in, the edge on her voice softening as she scans you over. “While I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
“Does that mean we can?” Harry perks up, and you mirror his smile. Both your fathers groan in exasperation.
“No one’s getting into another fight.” Remus says, standing up, looking into everyone’s eyes to get his point across. “Doubt that scrawny little boy can handle another scare, anyway.”
“Scare?!” Malfoy shrieks from his bed, leaning over his elbow as he glares at your huddled bunch. You stand with a similar expression. “That bloody witch hit me!”
“Oh, sod off, Malfoy.” Ron drawls, rolling his eyes at the blond boy. “She barely even touched you.”
“You deserved it, anyway.”
Malfoy purses his lips angrily. “My father will hear about this.”
Sirius barks a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, alright. What will daddy Malfoy do? Hasn’t he told you the share of bloody noses we so lovingly gifted him?”
Remus groans, dropping his face to his hands.
“Sirius.”
You smirk, passing a sleeve over your face to clean the blood off your chin. “It seems some things are inherited, don’t you think?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Malfoy nods, mirroring your smirk. “Just like your need to associate with the likes of mudbloods.”
It’s at record time in which you’re moving, stomping across the infirmary with clenched fists. Sirius scrambles after you.
“You fucking loathsome evil little cockroach!” His smirk is quickly gone from his face as your fist connects with his face again.
“Miss Black!” Madam Pomfrey gasps, and you huff as Sirius pulls you back. His own smirk barely contained.
“I’m alright,” you mutter, waving your hand as you let your dad pull you away from the boy’s bed. He guides you back to yours. “Fuck–what do they feed these inbreds?” you pass your thumb over your knuckles.
“Oi, be careful with that word. I’m inbred too.” Sirius says with a slight frown, though it’s quickly eclipsed by a grin. “That was a good one, my love.”
“Don’t indulge her.” Remus scolds firmly, beckoning you to sit back on your bed. He uncaps the healing cream again with a sigh.
“Uh, professor?” Hermione steps in, rather shyly. “Can I?” she points at the cream, and you flush red at her insinuation.
Your fathers share a look.
“Of course, Hermione.” Remus nods, handing her the cream with a soft smile. He steps aside to let her sit in front of you.
You swallow nervously when she sits on the bed, gentle hands reaching for yours to dab the healing cream. Sirius bites back a smile at your pink cheeks and the way you’re looking around the room to avoid her gaze.
“It’s alright, ‘Mione. Doesn’t hurt that much.”
The girl only raises an eyebrow, pointedly dabbing one last time at your knuckles. “I could hear the crack of your bones from here.”
“Why is everyone attacking me today?” you sigh in faux offense, fixing your Quidditch gear. “If I remember correctly, I got into the fight but Harry cancelled the match.”
“Oi!” your cousin frowns, surprised at being thrown under the bus. “Don’t drag me into your mess.”
Ron crosses his arms. “Yeah, Harry, was cancelling the match necessary? We almost beat them.”
Sirius snorts. “That you did.” He nudges you jokingly, and you laugh.
Hermione sends you a stern look, and you quickly disguise your chuckle with a cough.
It seems the high adrenaline begins settling down as you lean back, resting your elbow over the railing as you listen with a deadpan look as Madam Pomfrey tends to a bruised, jaw-dislocated Malfoy.
Remus hums. “Do you think we can leave you here a bit without getting into a row again?” he asks, sending you his most challenging look.
“Yeah,” you send him your most innocent smile in return. “I’ve already proven my point.”
Your father sighs, but Sirius steps in. “While I’m enjoying this very much, I do have to agree with your dad, love. Enough violence for today.”
“Yeah, I know.” you say, blushing harder when you accidentally look at Hermione. An unconscious move, really. “I’ll behave, I promise.”
While they know you’re speaking the truth, your fathers turn to Harry anyway, who nods much like a soldier accepting orders.
“I’ll take her to the common room as soon as Madam Pomfrey dismisses her.”
Sirius beams, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Thank you, Prongslet.”
“You’re not taking me anywhere, Potter.” you hiss. “I’m perfectly capable of taking my own arse to the common room.”
“Not with that attitude you’re not.” Sirius quips, pausing his ruffling at his godson’s hair to turn to you. “An independence ban is in order after today.”
“What?!”
Harry has the nerve to laugh. “You heard the boss, Black.”
“Bite me.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Remus steps in, though his lips are quirked in a bemused little smile. “No one is biting anyone, and you,” he points at you. “We're not done. I’ll be expecting you at the cottage later.”
You swallow nervously, nodding at your father’s firmness. “Of course.”
Ron whistles. “Wow, Black, haven’t seen you freeze up since that time Hermione–”
“Shut your sodding mouth, Weasley.” you seethe, sending him your most powerful glare. Doesn’t really work as your face turns crimson red, Hermione does as well. “I’ll hex the living daylights out of you.”
“Calm down, woman.” The redhead chuckles, looking like he’s completely enjoying your reaction. His eyes flicker from your flushed form to Hermione. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
“Don’t talk about my girlfriend’s knickers, Ronald.” Hermione hums, capping the healing cream with eerie calmness. “Or I’ll be the one hexing you.”
Sirius gawps. “Girlfriend?!” he whips his head at you, eyes wide and swirling with every emotion known to man. Offense mostly. “Since when?! Why wasn’t I aware of this?”
“Dad.”
“Speak, child.” Sirius says, tone balanced between demanding and joking. You send Remus an exasperated look. “I’ve just created a new ban for you, a secrets ban. Out with it now.”
Remus raises an eyebrow at his husband, sighing as he pulls him away from you. “Your daughter just got into an awful brawl and you’re offended ‘cause of this?”
“I ought to be offended!”
Harry nudges you softly, leaning over to speak to your ear conspiratorially. “And you thought my mum’s reaction was melodramatic.”
It had been, apparently, the wrong thing to say–Again.
“Lily knows?!”
“For fuck’s sake,” you mutter, coincidentally at the same time Remus does. Unconsciously mirroring the way you drop your face to your hands. You send Harry your best glare. “Thanks a lot.”
“Pads,” Remus sighs, hands at his husband’s shoulders to guide him away from your bed. “That’s enough, you have things to do.”
“Well now I have more things to do!” Sirius calls out, flailing his arms around. “I shall pay Lilibeth a visit.”
“You will not do such a thing.” Remus says firmly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re coming with me to talk to Dumbledore to solve this mess and later we’ll go home and prepare supper. No more nonsense.”
Sirius levels him with a look, one Remus returns with more intensity that has your shoulders gravitating to your ears. You’re secretly thankful that you’re, for once, not on the receiving end of either those looks.
Your father sighs, relenting despite himself. “Alright, whatever.” Sirius waves him off, turning quickly to send you a quick kiss. You flush with teenage mortification. “See you later, my girl. We have things to discuss as well.”
A muffled groan comes from their side of the infirmary, Malfoy leans over his elbow again. His other hand pressed hard over a bloodied cloth.
He points at you. “We’re not done, Black. You will pay for this.”
“I will gladly beat your arse again, Malfoy. Just say when.” you call out, not even casting him a glance. Hermione throws her arms out in exasperation.
“Listen, you little–”
“Mr. Malfoy, stop moving.” Madam Pomfrey says firmly, guiding him down on the bed.
“Yeah, spawn. Listen to the matron, she can be quite terrifying sometimes.” Sirius drawls boredly. Madam Pomfrey sends him a deadpan look. “But lovely most of the time, Poppy. Don’t listen to me.”
“Typical of your lot,” Malfoy sneers, rolling his eyes as the matron tends to his nose. “Storming in and doing a spectacle of yourselves, bunch of classless blood traitors.”
Your hands twitch, fists clenching to their own accord. Your knees jerk forward as if to jump to make your way to him, however both things happen at once. Madam Pomfrey taps his nose and casts a quick episky, causing the boy to wail and scream bloody murder.
“I told you to stop moving, Mr. Malfoy.” Madam Pomfrey says, shaking her head as she collects her ingredients. Not at all glancing at the boy crying and whimpering in pain. “Once the pain subdues, you’re free to head to your dorm.”
You huff, feeling your girlfriend’s hands on your shoulders, pushing you down on the bed despite your own futile attempt to stand. Hermione levels you with another stern look, and you only roll your eyes in annoyance.
Ron laughs. “Calm down, we’ll get him soon enough.” he pats your back in camaraderie, you smile at him with mischief.
“Ronald.”
“What?” the redhead shrugs, looking between you three with raised hands in surrender. “Can’t I give my friend some moral support?”
“Not when it comes to hitting someone.”
“Bit rich coming from you, isn’t it, ‘Mione?” Harry smirks, nudging you with a mischievous smile of his own. “Weren’t you the one planning an elaborate hex for the Slytherins?”
She scowls as you snicker with your friends, sound echoing throughout the infirmary and drowning out the groans from your perpetual arch nemesis.
From the other side of the room, your fathers share a fond smile. Watching as you laugh around your friends despite all of you being in big trouble. A lovely parallel to the way Sirius would get into trouble for defending his boyfriend’s honor, spending countless hours between detention and the infirmary juggling all kinds of punishments and healing treatments. They watch as you let your own girlfriend tend to your injury after fighting for her honor, muttering crude jokes with Harry and Ron between pauses. They have never felt prouder of calling you their daughter.
wolfstar!daughter headcanons to each hogwarts House
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, whose dad Sirius was immensely proud, they’re kindred spirits in many ways, but he was always careful not to turn her into a mirror of himself.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, whose dad Remus helps her see that bravery isn’t just charging in, that it’s also admitting fear, resting when she need to, apologizing when she's wrong.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, who'd be very close of Harry and the golden trio, but she'd have her own friends, like Parvati Patil, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, whose parents sees her as free. Braver than they ever were, because she doesn’t have to fight to be loved like they had to.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, who would receive a gift from James and Lily once they knew about the news, probably a few things for her to decorate her dorm and a broom.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, who once she was back home on the holidays, the marauders would love to hear everything about her and Harry's time at school and would crack jokes about the son/daughter of someone they knew from their years.
Wolfstar!daughter from Gryffindor, who once she was a little older and more mature, they'd tell her and Harry about the secrets passages and where each one lead (only to find out that her and Harry already knew about it bc of the Marauders' map).
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Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, who would think at first that Remus and Sirius could be disappointed at her , that's why she'd just write for them a week later (meanwhile Remus and Sirius were super worried, not knowing what happened and why their daughter didn't write for them for weeks).
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, whose dad Remus is quietly proud, he knows how much strength it takes to choose clarity over comfort. He may not always understand Slytherin politics, but he sees her mind and heart clearly.
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, whose dad Sirius, on the other hand, might react with fear or anger first, because it hits too close to the family he escaped. Even if he later comes around, that initial reaction can leave a lasting scar. He worries that she’s too guarded, too ambitious, that she’ll lose the softness he loves in her, but with the time he sees quickly that she’s not a reflection of his past, she’s the rewrite.
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, who on Hogwarts, some older Slytherins try to intimidate her early on but it doesn’t last. She has a close-knit group of friends and keeps her personal life private, no one knows everything about her, except maybe one best friend, and her parents.
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, who doesn’t try to be liked and yet she is, not adored, but respected. Learning Parseltongue quicker than any colleagues, she'd be very good at etiquettes and would assign herself to piano and ballet classes, maybe painting too.
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, who learned to get much closer to Regulus than she was before - giving her father's and his brother weird relationship - and whenever something happened and she wouldn't want to tell her Dads, she'd go to him, and he'd listen and advice her in the best way possible.
Wolfstar!daughter from Slytherin, who is still close to Harry (of course), but not as she'd be if she was a from any other house. They would stick together like always outside the school, but not at Hogwarts, their ideas could diverge if they spent too much time together, they learned that with time.
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Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who as soon as she was sorted in her house, she wrote to her fathers about it, she just too excited to let her Dads know about it, knowing they were just as anxious as she was.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, whose fathers - Sirius and Remus - were proud and happy to know the news, knowing they had good friendships with the students from this house in their school years.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who, in many ways, is a mirror of Remus’s better self: grounded, observant, and emotionally wise beyond her years.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who dad Sirius deeply respects her steadiness she keeps him grounded, calling him out when he’s being reckless, but does it in a way he can actually hear. Sirius is fiercely protective of her, especially because he sees how kind she is in a world that doesn’t always reward kindness.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who excels in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who becomes a trusted voice in her house, the kind of student who sits with the lonely first-years, the one who helps someone re-brew their ruined potion without ever asking for thanks.
Wolfstar!daughter from Hufflepuff, who keeps a family photo on her nightstand, and enchants it to show little moments, Remus falling asleep in an armchair, Sirius dancing badly in the kitchen, her laughing between them.
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Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, who is the kind of person who might stay up all night translating ancient runes for fun, then leave a cup of tea and a charm of protection on someone’s desk without ever taking credit.
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, whose dad Remus's the one who recognizes her need for quiet, for meaning. They speak in long pauses and slow walks. He’s the parent she comes to when she’s spiraling in thought, and he always knows the right question to ask.
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, whose dad Sirius is utterly enchanted by her mind. He doesn’t always understand it, but he adores it.
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, whose parents respects that she’s different from them, doesn’t push her to be bolder, louder, or "wilder". Constantly bragging about her: “She corrected Bathilda Bagshot’s theory on ancient warding spells when she was twelve.”
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, who excels in Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Charms, and strangely, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, who's the kind of student who stays behind after class to ask the professor an obscure question, then figures it out herself by midnight, probably has a reputation for being “a bit odd”, which she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
Wolfstar!daughter from Ravenclaw, who gets along well with the other Ravenclaws, but has a small, tight-knit circle, she’s especially drawn to the weird ones, the girl who collects moonwater, the boy who insists the library ghosts are sentient.
Sirius Black groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he pulled into the parking garage and climbed out of his car. He’d been working for hours on end, his shift unforgivable at the hospital.
His usual relief partner was out sick and as such he hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning. He glanced at his phone, roughly ten pm and Sirius was utterly starving.
Despite this hunger, Sirius didn’t have the energy to get food or make anything. Sirius hadn’t been more knackered since his time getting his doctorate for medicine.
He jiggled the key in the door to the flat, sighing as the door creaked open and he stepped inside. He shed his coat and hung it on the rack by the door, strewing his keys on the kitchen counter, the same place as another set of identical keys. The other keys had a library card hanging between the metal.
Sirius smiled as he quietly walked to the main bedroom and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight he saw. Remus passed out with a sprawled out Harry curled in his arms, noticeably not in his own bed. Sirius couldn’t bear being annoyed by the development, changing into his sleep clothes before he joined the cuddled up pair, encasing Harry from the other side and pressing a soft kiss to the child’s forehead.
Remus’s eyes opened to blearily look at Sirius and smile, reaching a hand out over Harry to intertwine his fingers with Sirius’s. Sirius kissed the offered hands palm, featherlight, before he settled in to sleep.
No matter how bad Sirius's shift was, all he needed was his family to make him feel perfectly alright again.
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Sirius, fumbling with the keys to get inside the the door, is slightly stressed with manhandling a two-year-old on his hip: just a second, Eddie, the key is just jammbed.
Eddie looking up at the moon in the blue sky: i see the moon, daddy!
Sirius, pausing to look up at the moon, smiling softly: yeah! The moon!
Eddie, leaning her head against her dad’s shoulder: I love the moon
Sirius smiling softly, thinking of his husband, Remus: I love the moon, too, Eds.
☾ He’s not able to read and listen to people talking to him so she’ll say things like “the house is burning down!” while he’s reading and he’ll just sit there.
☾ Remus would take her to the seaside when he needs to discipline her. When she grew up, it was a place for her to open up to him.
☾Remus used to put on records (specifically Harry Belafonte) and have her stand on his feet and dance. Now that she’s older, she puts her own records on (and blows him out of the water in terms of dancing).
☾He constantly wants her to try new flavors because she’s really picky, so he’ll use different spreads/jams and force her to eat at least one bite of each piece.
☾Remus read classics/philosophy books to her when she was little, instead of children’s books, so he was reading something he actually enjoyed.
☾When she used to go to regular school, she would only eat the snacks he packed so he leaved multiple notes throughout her lunch bag to remind her to eat her sandwich.
☾He bought himself that mug. (and makes sure the words are always facing towards her when he uses it).
☾The only way he could get baby Ophelia to sleep was to take her on long walks.
