You Could Be My Baby: You Could Be My Baby, harry potter - j. k. rowling fanfic

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Characters

Regulus Black, Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Dorcas Meadowes, Molly Weasley, Fenrir Greyback

Tags

Smut Fluff Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Angst Domestic Violence Canon-Typical Violence Hurt/Comfort Trans Male Character Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Music Grief/Mourning Drinking Happy Ending Scars Strangers to Lovers jily POV Remus Lupin Alternate Universe - Muggle Recreational Drug Use Friends With Benefits Trans Regulus Black Loss like a lot Remus Lupin Needs a Hug Good Peter Pettigrew Canon-Typical Character Death Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter Neighbours Minor Character death (pre story) remus loves his grandma (not between main pairing) discussion of scars gratuitous references to the authors own music taste Bristol pubs pints all that good british stuff POC Remus Lupin he's mixed race just like me fr brown remus lupin ftw this story is happier than it seems i promise Remus cries a lot just like me fr

Summary

When Remus’ Gran dies and leaves him her family home in Bristol, he moves down south from Aberdeen in an effort to run from painful memories and feel closer to her in the wake of her passing. What he doesn’t expect is his five year old neighbour, a boisterous, friendly boy with green eyes and thick glasses. Nor does he expect the boys guardian, a handsome posh southerner who manages to thoroughly worm his way into Remus’ life.A story of loss, and new beginnings, and the importance of friendship and a good pint.(this is my little love letter to Bristol and her pubs)

Note

right! this is probably the most time I've spent writing something, so I hope its decent. There isn't much plot tbh, its more like a little story that follows Remus' journey from the early stages of grief into something resembling copious happiness. I think its a nice story, but it deals with a lot of difficult themes, so:tw for- domestic violence- death- casual drug use- drinking as a coping mechanism (if you squint)-discussions of child abuseplease don't read if these will upset you! I will try and do chapter-specific tw's in the chapter notes.what else?fuck jkr!!!title and chapter titles all stolen from 'knee socks' by the incomparable arctic monkeysthis story is just about complete with 17 chapters, and roughly 43k wordsI am moving across the world in a week so it may take a while to establish a regular posting schedule but rest assured everything is written so this wont be abandoned :)comments are my life blood so please let me know what you think!!I think thats all from me! very lengthy oops

You Could Be My Baby

April 20, 2025 at 09:13 AM

Sirius decided that taking it slow meant no sex until they knew each other a bit better; “Remus, I can’t fuck this up, I want to court you traditionally.” He had said and Remus had blushed embarrassingly. No one had ever wanted him for his personality before. The first few weeks of their dating, as February welcomed in March and spring slowly crept through the streets of Bristol, melting snow and bringing warmer days and lots of rain, mainly consisted of Remus eating lavish weekend breakfasts with Sirius and Harry, Remus often finding Reg on his couch when he got home, and one or two smoke-filled walks home, hand in hand (what a novelty, one that Remus would never admit to loving as much as he did) and sweet kisses shared on the doorstep before Remus went his way and Sirius returned to his family.

Remus didn’t mind it- the lack of sex. The more time he spent with Sirius the more he liked the other man- they had enough in common to get along well and enough differences that their conversations were always varied and ended with one of them learning something new. It was nice, in a way very few things in Remus’ life had ever been nice, and each morning he awoke and told himself to let him have this. It took a while for the message to sink in, but one day it did.

Remus

Alright you lot. Dinner at mine sunday. Introducing you all to Sirius properly.

Mother-Mary

Your HOUSE?

Mother-Mary

Remus you’re inviting us to your HOUSE? To meet your BOYFRIEND?

Mother-Mary

Who are you and what have you done with my best mate?

Remus

Aw you think I’m your friend

Petty-Pete

Mary, don’t take the piss he might change his mind. Sounds lovely, Rem I will be there

Dorky

Can’t wait!!

Dorky

Rem are you sure you know how to cook???

Mother-Mary

Yea maybe this is all an elaborate plot to poison us

Remus

Alright then fine don’t come

Mother-Mary

Noooooo we’ll be there !!!

Dorky

Best behaviour, promise

Petty-Pete

Shall we bring anything??

Remus

Just yourselves

“Remus,” Sirius said as he walked into the kitchen that Sunday. “I am quite apprehensive about this surprise, you know.” He leaned against the counter, grinning at Remus, who was at the end of his tether running around the kitchen trying to pull together a decent meal. “What are you even making?”

“Lasagne, I hope.” Remus responded, vigorously whisking his béchamel.

“Feeding the five thousand? Bloody hell, Remus, why so much of it?”

“That’s the surprise,” Remus wiped his sweaty forehead and turned his pan down, going over to Sirius and pulling him into a hug. “I’ve invited everyone from the pub tae meet you. It’s Sunday dinner.”

“You want me to meet your friends?” Sirius asked, looking up at Remus with awe in his eyes. “Aye. I mean you’ve met them all already, but this is for proper introductions, given that you’re my boyfriend and all.”

“I am indeed your boyfriend and all.” Sirius nodded seriously, before tilting up for a kiss. “I’m glad you want me to meet them. I wish I had more of a family of my own to show you to but-“

“Let’s not go there now, okay? You literally let me babysit your son, that shows me more than enough.” Remus rubbed a soothing hand up and down Sirius’ back. “Okay,” Sirius nodded, sighing. “Okay. Can I help?”

“Aye, pop home and grab some of that nice posh wine you always have. Then you can pick some music.”

“Really, Sirius? This?” Remus asked, voice dripping with disdain when Sirius returned and started fiddling with the speaker.

Can’t explain all the feelings that you’re making me feel, my hearts in overdrive and you’re behind the steering wheel

Sirius began to belt out the lyrics, his falsetto surprisingly good

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart

Remus gave up pretending to be bothered, and the two of them pranced about the kitchen shouting out the words as they cooked in tandem

I wanna kiss you every minute every hour every day

Eventually, the lasagna was in the oven, and a whole playlist of cheesy songs had been danced to, and Remus wasn't sure he’d ever felt this happy and comfortable in the presence of anyone who wasn’t Gran. The thought alone was enough to make him reel Sirius in for a long kiss. “I really like you.” He murmured against Sirius’ lips, which curved into a wide smile. “I bet I like you more.” Sirius whispered, running his hands up Remus’ back inside his t-shirt, Remus shivering at the touch.

The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. “Shit, I’m nervous.” Sirius grabbed Remus’ hand.

“You’ve nothing to worry about, pet. They’ll love you, aye?” Remus brought him in for a brief hug, before he went to open the door. Mary, Peter and Dorcas all stood on the doorstep. Mary and Peter clutched matching bottles of wine and Dorcas held the biggest tray of Ferrero Rocher that Remus had ever seen.

“You’ve been holding out on us if this is your house.” Mary said in wonderment as he led them all through to the kitchen.

“It’s a family house. I didn’t buy it or anything.”

“I should hope not,” Mary countered, setting her bottle of wine on the side. “You’re sitting on a neat million here if you did it up a bit. That’s for you, by the way.”

“I’m not ever going to sell this house, so no worries there, I’m happy to live in squalor. And thanks, looks right posh.” Remus said, coming into the kitchen behind her and pulling her into a hug. He did the same with Dorcas and Peter, accepting their gifts as well. “Right. You all know Sirius as the wanker who only drinks cider. You may now all know him as my boyfriend. Alright?” He said, trying to get the awkwardness out of the way. Sirius looked a bit like he wanted the ground to swallow him up so Remus wrapped an arm around his shoulders and drew him in, dropping a kiss to his forehead.

“Hello, Sirius, Remus’ boyfriend.” Dorcas said, grinning, but pulling him into a hug. Mary and Peter all hugged him too, Mary squeezing a bit too tight in warning, and they all sat down to eat.

“Fucking hell, Rem.” Mary moaned around her first mouthful. “Who taught you how to cook? You’ve really been holding out on us.”

“I can only do pasta based dishes. This is my Grans recipe, so.” Remus responded, trying not to let his face betray any emotion. Sirius squeezed his knee under the table.

“Well, my compliments to the chef. I’ll be round for dinner more often.” Peter said, half his plate already inhaled. Remus smiled. He hadn’t expected this to go badly, but he was still pleasantly surprised.

“Right, I think we should play a game. Get to know each other a bit better.” They were all sitting around the living room now, Remus in his armchair with Sirius draped across his lap, Mary and Dorcas on the sofa and Peter on the floor by their feet. They were at least a bottle of wine in each, and all eagerly agreed to Mary’s suggestion. “Alright, I have like a stupid app on my phone for it,” Dorcas said, wriggling her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and fiddling around with it. “Alriiiight…. Okay. First question, who in this room has ever been arrested?” Everyone shook their heads and Remus felt his blush rise as he sheepishly raised his hand.

“Remus, what the fuck? Spill!” Mary shouted over at him, looking genuinely shocked.

“What was it for, like shoplifting?”

“That was one of them, yeah, Pete.” Remus responded, trying to shrink down behind Sirius’ back.

“One of them?” Sirius asked, whipping his face around to look at Remus so fast Remus got flayed with long, fragrant hair.

“I’ve been arrested five times, three for shoplifting, two for drugs, like possession and shit.”

“What the fuck, Rem?” Dorcas asked, eyebrows climbing to her hairline. “That's kind of hot, actually.” Sirius smirked, leaning in to place a kiss on Remus’ cheek. After the panic with the social worker, Remus had never gotten a proper chance to explain what he had meant to Sirius, even though he had meant to.

“Alright, let's move on, aye?” Remus said, hating being the focus of so much attention. “Alright, alright,” Dorcas waved her phone in the air, silencing the group, before moving onto the next question. “Most embarrassing sex story?” she asked, smirking.

“You already ken mine, I think.” Remus said, taking a drink.

“First blowjob I ever gave I accidentally bit the guy’s knob so hard it bled.” Sirius announced to the room, and Remus laughed so hard he choked on his wine. “That's pretty bad.” Dorcas acknowledged.

“Nothing on mine- I lost my virginity to a girl from school and her dad walked in half way through. Saw my whole spotty sixteen year old arse. I’ve never wanted to die more. The whole school had found out the next day because her sister told everyone.” Pete said from his spot on the chair, pinks red with the lingering embarrassment.

By the time everyone had left, they’d all spilled their dirtiest secrets and drank enough wine to fill the harbourside with. Remus and Sirius stayed curled up in the armchair together, oasis playing softly in the background. Remus was running his fingers through Sirius’ hair as he watched Sirius’ eyelids droop and eventually fall shut as he succumbed to the soporific call of copious amounts of red wine. Remus counted it a successful evening.