(this is also a Wolfstar + everyone survived AU, btw)

Being a werewolf had little to no perks. Especially for Remus. The cons only increases when Sirius brought a child into their home. He didn't even adopt it, it was just a random thing living in their home now. He didn't really mind it, since all his friends would take turns babysitting whenever him and Sirius had work and he really did adore the kid, but he just really didn't want to hurt them, or ruin their life, or make them hate him, or.. the list just goes on. Sirius assured him he was going to be a great father, but he still couldn't help but worry.

It had been the full moon last night and Remus had had a rough sleep afterwards. Twitching, whines, nightmares filled with the sensation of his claws digging into something with no sound following it.. after a couple of those, he woke up with a start, the sun immediately blinding him and the sound of tape ripping got him reaching for his wand. By the time he had actually came to his senses, he had his wand pointed at your innocent face that was covered in.. stitches? What the hell- oh. As the realization stuck him, he set his wand down, the guilt already starting to creep up, but, he played it off maturely. Yeah.. maturely.

“Whatcha doing there, pup?”

He piped up hoarsely, motioning towards the stack of surprisingly well wrapped and decorated gifts at your side and the semi-wrapped gift on your lap

“Need help? I bet that's a lot of work.”

No. They're going to fucking hate you now, you dimwitted monster! How could they still want to spend time with you after that?

He gave a small grimace at his own thoughts as he propped himself up on his elbows, looking at you expectantly

“Y'know, I'm not half bad at wrapping them. No need to look so skeptical.”