FIC: Bad Influence
Title: Bad Influence
Word Count: 900ish
Characters: Remus/Tonks also starring Teddy. :D
Warnings: AU, exorbitant amounts of fluff.
Rating: PG for very mild language
Prompts: t-shirt and ice cream
Author’s Notes: For the amazing sspring92, sorry this took so long! I hope you like it, and Happy Birthday! :)
Nymphadora never could get that stupid charm right. Sure, she was an Auror and had battled all kinds of weirdos, but she was pants at laundry.
The pun made her giggle and her spell went awry; the heap of clean clothes flew up and landed with a loud bang. She bit back the swear word she usually employed while attempting to do chores and Teddy yelled from his blanket-and-pillow-fort in the corner- for a moment she thought he was scared, but he laughed delightedly.
“Again, Mum!”
“You’ve been spending far too much time with those Weasleys.” She smiled and summoned the laundry back onto the rug. Give her a few days off from work and she would rather be outside with Teddy, but the rain made that practically impossible. Nymphadora suspected she must finally be growing up, because the idea of running around a muddy garden in a downpour with a four-year old didn’t seem as appealing as it once would have.
She stared at the laundry. It would take forever to fold it all the Muggle way, and it would probably be worse than if she spelled it done. She flicked her wand at it again, impatiently, and the entire pile exploded in a mushroom cloud of argyle socks and dishcloths. She caught a black t-shirt out of the air like a Quaffle, holding it up to see a hole burned through Myron Wagtail’s face.
“Well, damn,” she said, and immediately bit her lip, but it was too late.
“Damn!” Teddy repeated, and he grinned impishly, pointing at her poor, injured shirt. “Damn, damn, damn Weed Sistahs.”
“I bet your dad taught you that one,” she muttered as he put on an innocent face. He was at the age where everything she said was bound to be echoed by the little lad, who had just learned how much fun it is to make Mummy’s hair turn orange with mortification, especially in public. Their last trip to a restaurant had begun with Teddy yelling for his “fork an’ napkin,” which was bad, considering his inability to pronounce the letter ‘R,’ and ended with Harry and Remus laughing hysterically about Teddy’s astonished shout of “Merlin’s pants!” when he saw a rather large woman outside a grocery store. “Little man, you are not supposed to say that.”
“Weed Sistahs?”
“No…that other word.”
He smiled broadly. “Damn?”
“Teddy Lupin, you’re not to say that,“ Tonks said sternly, in what she hoped was a good impression of her own mother. “Or you know what will happen.”
“Mum,” he said forlornly, in a tone of apology so like his father that she almost died of repressed laughter. “Mummy, I’m sorry, I am.”
“I know you are, but it’s naptime, anyway.”
The boy frowned, bottom lip trembling, but he relented on promise of a story about Uncle Harry and some dragons, and held her hand as she led him to his room. He was out like a light before she had even begun the tale, curled up in his little bed with his bear clutched to his chest. It was a long time before she extracted herself from the rocking chair and lingered in the doorway, watching him sleep. Tonks didn't want to be a bad influence on her own children, but it was difficult to hold in all the words that were very much a part of her vocabulary after so many years of clumsy accidents and battles with Dark wizards.
"Bloody hell!" she yelped as an arm snaked around her waist and she caught it reflexively, twisting out of reach and drawing her wand from her pocket, only to look up and realize it was Remus, and he was laughing at her.
“A bit twitchy, are we?”
She scowled at him and let go, straightening her shirt and shoving her wand in her back pocket. “Constant vigilance, Lupin,” she muttered in a fair imitation of Mad-Eye Moody. He smirked, and upon seeing Teddy still asleep, asked in a hushed voice,
“How’s our boy today?”
“Wonderful, other than his penchant for swear words.”
“What’d he say this time?”
“Damn.”
“Did it have anything to do with the...erm...laundry?”
“...Maybe,” Tonks said, blushing fiercely-she had completely forgotten about the mess she had left.
“I took care of it. And I repaired your shirt, but I fear Mr. Wagtail may never look the same again.”
“Eh, that’s okay. Everyone knows Heathcote is the cute one.”
“You and your damn Weird Sisters,” Remus laughed and held up a shopping bag. “Here you are, peanut butter and strawberry ice cream, like you like.”
“Ooh,” she peered excitedly into the bag. “And Jelly Slugs and marshmallow fluff for on top, right?”
He nodded, looking at once disturbed and amused. “I hope you know how disgusting that is, Nymphadora.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to eat what the New One tells me to,” she said, rubbing a hand over her stomach; a few months along with the latest addition to the family.
“True,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “But we’re going to have to start thinking about actual names, eventually. ‘New One Lupin’ just sounds strange,” he stopped and smiled mischievously. Tonks shot him a warning look, crossing her arms over her chest, but he was not deterred. He leaned against the door frame and grinned. “And I’m sure the poor thing will grow up resenting it, and will insist on being called only by her surname, which will cause all sorts of confusion when she’s married, and everyone will think her mother is batty...Between a crazy mum and the terrible influence of her older brother, New One doesn't stand a chance..."
Word Count: 900ish
Characters: Remus/Tonks also starring Teddy. :D
Warnings: AU, exorbitant amounts of fluff.
Rating: PG for very mild language
Prompts: t-shirt and ice cream
Author’s Notes: For the amazing sspring92, sorry this took so long! I hope you like it, and Happy Birthday! :)
Nymphadora never could get that stupid charm right. Sure, she was an Auror and had battled all kinds of weirdos, but she was pants at laundry.
The pun made her giggle and her spell went awry; the heap of clean clothes flew up and landed with a loud bang. She bit back the swear word she usually employed while attempting to do chores and Teddy yelled from his blanket-and-pillow-fort in the corner- for a moment she thought he was scared, but he laughed delightedly.
“Again, Mum!”
“You’ve been spending far too much time with those Weasleys.” She smiled and summoned the laundry back onto the rug. Give her a few days off from work and she would rather be outside with Teddy, but the rain made that practically impossible. Nymphadora suspected she must finally be growing up, because the idea of running around a muddy garden in a downpour with a four-year old didn’t seem as appealing as it once would have.
She stared at the laundry. It would take forever to fold it all the Muggle way, and it would probably be worse than if she spelled it done. She flicked her wand at it again, impatiently, and the entire pile exploded in a mushroom cloud of argyle socks and dishcloths. She caught a black t-shirt out of the air like a Quaffle, holding it up to see a hole burned through Myron Wagtail’s face.
“Well, damn,” she said, and immediately bit her lip, but it was too late.
“Damn!” Teddy repeated, and he grinned impishly, pointing at her poor, injured shirt. “Damn, damn, damn Weed Sistahs.”
“I bet your dad taught you that one,” she muttered as he put on an innocent face. He was at the age where everything she said was bound to be echoed by the little lad, who had just learned how much fun it is to make Mummy’s hair turn orange with mortification, especially in public. Their last trip to a restaurant had begun with Teddy yelling for his “fork an’ napkin,” which was bad, considering his inability to pronounce the letter ‘R,’ and ended with Harry and Remus laughing hysterically about Teddy’s astonished shout of “Merlin’s pants!” when he saw a rather large woman outside a grocery store. “Little man, you are not supposed to say that.”
“Weed Sistahs?”
“No…that other word.”
He smiled broadly. “Damn?”
“Teddy Lupin, you’re not to say that,“ Tonks said sternly, in what she hoped was a good impression of her own mother. “Or you know what will happen.”
“Mum,” he said forlornly, in a tone of apology so like his father that she almost died of repressed laughter. “Mummy, I’m sorry, I am.”
“I know you are, but it’s naptime, anyway.”
The boy frowned, bottom lip trembling, but he relented on promise of a story about Uncle Harry and some dragons, and held her hand as she led him to his room. He was out like a light before she had even begun the tale, curled up in his little bed with his bear clutched to his chest. It was a long time before she extracted herself from the rocking chair and lingered in the doorway, watching him sleep. Tonks didn't want to be a bad influence on her own children, but it was difficult to hold in all the words that were very much a part of her vocabulary after so many years of clumsy accidents and battles with Dark wizards.
"Bloody hell!" she yelped as an arm snaked around her waist and she caught it reflexively, twisting out of reach and drawing her wand from her pocket, only to look up and realize it was Remus, and he was laughing at her.
“A bit twitchy, are we?”
She scowled at him and let go, straightening her shirt and shoving her wand in her back pocket. “Constant vigilance, Lupin,” she muttered in a fair imitation of Mad-Eye Moody. He smirked, and upon seeing Teddy still asleep, asked in a hushed voice,
“How’s our boy today?”
“Wonderful, other than his penchant for swear words.”
“What’d he say this time?”
“Damn.”
“Did it have anything to do with the...erm...laundry?”
“...Maybe,” Tonks said, blushing fiercely-she had completely forgotten about the mess she had left.
“I took care of it. And I repaired your shirt, but I fear Mr. Wagtail may never look the same again.”
“Eh, that’s okay. Everyone knows Heathcote is the cute one.”
“You and your damn Weird Sisters,” Remus laughed and held up a shopping bag. “Here you are, peanut butter and strawberry ice cream, like you like.”
“Ooh,” she peered excitedly into the bag. “And Jelly Slugs and marshmallow fluff for on top, right?”
He nodded, looking at once disturbed and amused. “I hope you know how disgusting that is, Nymphadora.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to eat what the New One tells me to,” she said, rubbing a hand over her stomach; a few months along with the latest addition to the family.
“True,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “But we’re going to have to start thinking about actual names, eventually. ‘New One Lupin’ just sounds strange,” he stopped and smiled mischievously. Tonks shot him a warning look, crossing her arms over her chest, but he was not deterred. He leaned against the door frame and grinned. “And I’m sure the poor thing will grow up resenting it, and will insist on being called only by her surname, which will cause all sorts of confusion when she’s married, and everyone will think her mother is batty...Between a crazy mum and the terrible influence of her older brother, New One doesn't stand a chance..."