#Harry James Potter x wolfstar!daughter

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Request from 🦄 anon: Harry and Wolfstar!daughter share a tender moment together after the Battle of Hogwarts is finally over

A/N — from Harry’s pov because that seems fitting. No dialogue. Just vibes.

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Harry doesn’t waste any time whisking you away after everything’s calmed down. Your childhood treehouse is perfect spot, he figures. Far enough away for privacy and close enough to home so your parents don’t worry. Though if he’s honest, he can’t find it in himself to worry what anyone else feels or thinks right now. All that matters is that you’re close to him. That he can see you, hear you, and feel you. You, you, you.

His finger traces from the top of your brown to the plump of your bottom lip. All the sweat, tears, and bloodstains of the day have been washed from you with one long, hot shower he wishes he could have kept you company for. Despite how clean and calm you seem, he knows the dust hasn’t quite settled for you yet. It hasn’t for him either.

You scoot closer to him, and he welcomes you closer to his body as the wrestling of the wind moves the tree branches, letting them graze along the wood of the treehouse. He can’t bring himself to look away from you for even a second, afraid you might disappear if he does. You thumb caresses his cheek as you place a small kiss to his lips. But after the day, week, life you’ve had? It’s never a single kiss anymore. Your hands tangle in his hair and his find your waist. Words will have to come later. Discussing next steps within the wizarding world would have to come later. Right now he only wanted you close. Skin-on-skin until he felt like everything was fine again.

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Y/n: I'm a badass feminist who doesn't need a man. Y/n: *steals Harry's hoodies* Y/n: *needs help opening bottles* Y/n: *needs constant attention*

Harry: I survived Voldemort as a baby, I'm the definition of independent. Harry: *needs cuddles to sleep* Harry: *constantly jealous of Y/n's plushies* Harry: *needs to be reminded that Y/n will not leave her for that really hot dickhead down the street*

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hi loveee!! hope you’re doing well!

i was wondering if i could request no Voldemort AU, Wolfstar!daughter reader where her parents and harry’s parents have been making jokes about her and harry dating, and since then they have seen her slowly fade and eating less and kind of just drifting away for a few months, and when her parents, lily, and james talk to her about it she just tells them she likes girls and was really scared of telling them because she felt she was disappointing them.

if you don’t feel comfortable that’s totally fine!! love your work

An: Thank you and I'm sorry this took so long! I got a little carried away I am so sorry.

Expectations

Wolfstar!Daughter who is struggling to express her sexuality...

Summary: (See above) Reminiscing on some romantic encounters, you have come to the conclusion Harry Potter is not someone you'd ever date. HURT/COMFORT

WC: 7.1k

CW: The reader is so gay, she kissed Luna and Ginny, almost kissed Hermione, some intense negative self talk, mentions of not eating and guilty James and Sirius

The warm smell of toast and coffee wafted through the kitchen as you thundered down the stairs, your shoes slapping against the wood with unbothered energy. The kitchen was alive with the sound of the radio crackling softly in the corner, a cheerful tune mingling with the chatter of voices and the occasional clink of dishes.

Lily stood at the stove, flicking her wand to keep the eggs from burning. James leaned casually against the counter, chewing on a piece of toast and grinning at Sirius, who was regaling everyone with a clearly exaggerated story about his work as an Auror the day before. Remus sat at the table, reading the Daily Prophet with a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

You slipped past Lily with precision, she hardly glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “Late again, I see. I suppose your grand entrance was worth skipping breakfast?”

You gave her a cheeky grin, swiping the slice of toast right out of James’s hand as you breezed by. “Skipping? Please, I’m right on time,” You quipped, taking a dramatic bite and ignoring James’s exaggerated gasp of betrayal.

“Oi!” James protested, clutching his now-empty hand. “I was munching on that!”

“You snooze, you lose, Potter,” You shot back, already rounding the table to Sirius. He was mid-sentence in his story when your arms looped around his shoulders, pulling him into a quick hug. He stopped talking just long enough to lean into the affection, grinning like the proud dad he was.

“Morning, Cherry Bomb,” Sirius greeted, ruffling your hair as you pulled away.

“Morning, Dad,” You hummed breezily before turning to Remus. You leaned down to give him an exaggeratedly loud kiss on the cheek, making him chuckle and shake his head.

“You’re in a good mood,” Remus observed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he folded his newspaper.

“Am I not always?” You asked, snagging another slice of toast from the plate on the table and tossing him a wink.

Laughter and banter filled the room again as the chaos resumed. The radio switched to another upbeat tune, and Lily turned back to her cooking, muttering something about “pot-stirrers” under her breath. Sirius leaned back in his chair, smirking at James’s ongoing complaints about his stolen toast, and Remus sipped his tea, watching the scene unfold with fond amusement.

“Pops, can you-” You started, pointing toward the creamer sitting just out of reach on the table. Before you could even finish your sentence, Remus flicked his wand, and the creamer floated gracefully into your hand. 

“Thanks, Pops,” You sang with a grin, pouring a splash into your coffee. “You’re on top of it today.”

“I try,” Remus replied with a faint smirk, returning to his tea and paper without missing a beat.

Before you could reach for the sugar, a familiar hand slid it toward you from the corner of the table. Harry, his hair even messier than usual, had just shuffled into the kitchen, still looking half-asleep but apparently sharp enough to anticipate your needs.

“Here,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn as he pushed the sugar closer.

You gasped dramatically, holding your hand to your chest as though he’d just saved your life. “And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you’re my favorite Potter.”

Harry blinked at you, clearly too tired to respond with his usual quick wit. “Not a high bar,” He muttered, sliding into the chair next to Remus and slumping forward.

James, who had been about to take a sip of coffee, froze mid-motion, eyes widening in mock offense. “Excuse me?! I am the original Potter- one might say the prototype- and therefore the best!”

“Don’t forget the loudest,” Sirius added with a grin, earning a glare from James.

Lily turned from the stove, wagging her spatula in your direction. “Careful, love, you’re going to give Harry a big head.”

You snorted, swirling your coffee as you leaned back against the counter. “Please, his head’s big enough already. I’m just giving credit where it’s due.”

Harry, now more awake, gave you a sideways glance, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his face. “You know, you’re really setting the bar low if all it takes is a sugar bowl to win you over.”

“Hey,” you shot back, pointing your spoon at him, “don’t underestimate the power of good timing and selflessness, Potter. You could learn a thing or two from your favorite person.”

Harry rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “If I’m your favorite, I dread to think how you treat your least favorite.”

“Easy,” You cheeked with a wicked grin, “I steal their toast.”

James groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “Unbelievable! You two are ganging up on me. Is this what parenthood leads to? Betrayal at every turn?”

“Seems like it,” Sirius chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a wolfish grin. “Honestly, Prongs, they’d make a great couple- at least then someone would appreciate your genes.”

You nearly choked on your coffee, sputtering as you quickly set the mug down. “Oh, come on,” You shot at Sirius, your tone sharp but playful, though a prickle of discomfort crept into your chest. 

James was grinning now, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, he’s not wrong. Potter and Black- it’s destiny, really. Perfect balance of brains and chaos.”

“Merlin’s beard, not this again,” You groaned, running a hand down your face. “The only thing Harry and I are destined for is quidditch captain, and I’m winning.”

“But think of the headlines!” Sirius pressed on, clearly relishing the way you were squirming. “‘Auror Legacy Marries rebel Black 2.0.’ It’s got a ring to it.”

“Don’t,” Lily cut in sharply, waving her spatula like a weapon. “You’re embarrassing them.”

Remus huffed quietly, setting his tea down with a frown. “Honestly, can’t the two of you give it a rest? They’re kids, not a tabloid story.”

You seized the moment, folding your arms and aiming your most cutting glare at your dads. “Thank you, Pops. Finally, someone with some sense.”

Sirius, unbothered, leaned over to nudge James. “You notice how defensive she’s getting? Means we’re onto something.”

“That’s because you’re delusional,” You snapped, though your tone had lost its bite. “For the record, Harry and I would never work. He’s a disaster, I’m a disaster, and that’s just too much disaster for one relationship.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at you, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Speak for yourself. I’d carry this disaster just fine.”

“Oh, please,” You fired back, your grin tight but still intact. “You can’t even carry your Firebolt without tripping over your own feet.”

The room erupted in laughter, and you forced a chuckle, though the weight of their teasing lingered. You’d always been good at playing along, but this time, something about it felt different. The jokes stung in a way they hadn’t before, but you weren't ignorant to why.

The laughter in the kitchen echoed around you, but it began to feel muffled, as if someone had pressed a pillow over your ears. You stared at your coffee mug, your grin faltering slightly, though you were careful to hide it. The jokes about you and Harry- something you’d always brushed off with ease- felt heavier lately, the sting burrowing deeper into your chest. 

Your grip tightened around the coffee mug as the laughter in the kitchen grew distant, the sound blurring into background noise. Your mind wandered, pulling you back to a quieter moment, one you rarely let yourself dwell on.

The library was quiet save for the soft rustle of pages and the occasional whispered reprimand from Madam Pince. You’d been helping Hermione find a particularly elusive book for her research, one she was determined to get her hands on without incurring the wrath of the ever-watchful librarian.

“You’re sure it’s up there?” Hermione had whispered, standing on her tiptoes as she pointed toward the highest shelf.

“Positive,” you’d replied, smirking as you pulled your wand out and flicked it expertly. The book floated down, landing gently in her hands.

“Show-off,” she murmured, though her lips curved into a faint smile.

You’d grinned back, feeling uncharacteristically shy under her warm gaze. The moment lingered longer than it should have, her eyes searching yours as she clutched the book to her chest. There had been something there- something thrillingly unfamiliar. The space between you had felt electric, the quiet of the library amplifying every breath, every heartbeat.

You’d thought about leaning in, about what it might feel like to close the gap. But the creak of Madam Pince’s footsteps had shattered the moment, and you’d stepped back, laughing it off as Hermione tucked the book under her arm and muttered something about returning to the common room.

“Oi,” Sirius’s voice cut through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, realizing the room had gone quieter. Sirius leaned back in his chair, his expression softening as he looked at you. “You alright, trouble?”

“Yeah,” You smiled quickly, plastering on your signature grin to mask the lingering thoughts. “Just tired, I guess.”

Sirius didn’t press, but his gaze lingered a moment longer before he turned back to James, who was recounting a story you’d already heard a dozen times.

“Well,” Sirius said, clapping his hands on the table as he stood. “Time to pack it up, everyone. Let’s head home before the house decides to redecorate itself again.”

Lily shot him a look, though there was a smile playing on her lips. “That house doesn’t need redecorating. It needs a miracle.”

Sirius smirked. “And I’m just the man for the job.”

You chuckled softly, slipping off your stool and stretching as the others began gathering their things. 

For now, you focused on the warmth of the kitchen, the familiar sound of Sirius and James bickering, and the way Remus always managed to keep everything running smoothly. It was enough, at least for the moment.

The goodbyes at the Potters’ were as warm and chaotic as the morning had been. Hugs were exchanged, and James couldn’t resist pulling you into an exaggerated bear hug, practically lifting you off your feet. 

“Take care of my heir, Cherry Bomb,” James teased, grinning ear to ear as he nodded toward Harry. “You two are a dream team, after all.”

“James,” Lily said warningly, her tone sharp but her smile betraying her amusement. 

“You’re delusional,” You shot back with a scoff, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed how much the teasing was starting to wear on you. You glanced at Harry, who offered you a small, sympathetic smile before pulling you into a quick side hug of his own.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Harry mumbled under his breath. “They’re impossible.”

“Right back at you,” You replied with a crooked grin, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it. 

As you stepped back, Sirius clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder and gave you a knowing smirk. “Don’t worry, Prongs, I’ll make sure they don’t elope without your blessing.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” You groaned, throwing your hands up as Remus gave Sirius a pointed look and muttered something about restraint. 

“Goodbye, Lily,” You said pointedly, ignoring the boys and turning to give her a warm hug. She gave you a small squeeze, whispering a quick “Be patient with them” in your ear before you stepped away.

Sirius finally ushered you toward the car, jingling the keys in his hand like a prize. “Alright, let’s hit the road before James gets any more brilliant ideas.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he slipped into the passenger seat. “Or before you make any, for that matter.”

You climbed into the backseat, slumping against the window as Sirius started the car with a triumphant flourish. He seemed to take a little too much pleasure in the sputtering growl of the engine, muttering something under his breath about “showing Walburga what she’s talking about.”

The car pulled away from the Potters’ house, and the chatter in the front seat quickly turned into playful bickering between your dads. Sirius insisted he didn’t need a map, while Remus quietly pointed out every turn they were about to miss. 

But you barely registered their voices. Instead, you stared out the window, your mind wandering again. The familiar streets blurred together as you replayed the events of the morning, the teasing, the lingering stares, and the way Harry’s half-smile seemed to carry a shared understanding.

But still, you were elsewhere.

You and Ginny had been wandering aimlessly, avoiding curfews and teachers, giggling over whatever nonsense had entertained you that day.

She had shoved you playfully against the wall in a narrow corridor, her fiery red hair catching the dim light as she grinned up at you. You’d retaliated immediately, pushing her back with a mock growl, but she was quicker, spinning and pinning you to the stone wall with a strength that belied her smaller frame. 

“You’ve got to stop underestimating me,” She teased, her freckled nose scrunching as she smirked. “One day, I’ll wipe that cocky grin off your face.”

“Big words for a Weasley,” You quipped, grinning. “Want to back them up?”

Ginny paused then, her smile faltering just enough for you to notice. Her hands lingered on your shoulders, her grip light but steady. Her brown eyes softened, and something thick hung in the air between you, heavy and electric. 

Her voice dropped, quiet and teasing, but there was a nervous edge beneath her bravado. 

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at her, the confident grin slipping from your face. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say a word, Ginny leaned in.

Her lips brushed yours, soft and tentative, the kiss lasting only a heartbeat. It was over almost as soon as it began, but the feeling lingered- a spark, warm and thrilling, like the crackle of fire catching on dry wood. 

You barely had time to process it before Ginny leaned back, her cheeks flushed as she studied your face. “Well?” She asked, her tone light but her eyes searching. “How was that?”

You swallowed, your voice coming out a little breathless despite your best efforts to play it cool. “Not bad, Weasley. Not bad at all.”

Ginny’s grin returned, bright and cheeky. “Told you I’d shut you up one day.”

Before you could respond, Ron’s voice rang out from the far end of the corridor, calling for Ginny. The two of you jumped apart as if burned, your heart racing as her brother’s footsteps approached.

“Guess I'm caught.” Ginny muttered, casting you a quick glance. Her expression was a mix of amusement and something deeper- something you were familiar with. She turned on her heel, jogging down the corridor to meet Ron as if nothing had happened. 

You stood frozen for a moment, your fingertips brushing your lips as you replayed the moment over and over in your mind.

“Oi, trouble,” Sirius’s voice yanked you back to the present, his tone amused but curious. “You’ve been awfully quiet back there. What’s on your mind?”

You blinked, realizing you were still in the car, the hum of the engine grounding you as the memory faded. You plastered on a grin, shaking your head as you leaned back in your seat. 

“Just tired, dad,” you replied, your voice light and teasing. “Long morning.”

Sirius glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion, but he didn’t press. “Well, don’t fall asleep back there. I’m not carrying you up the stairs again.”

Remus chuckled softly, turning in his seat to look at you with a knowing smile. “He says that, but we both know he would.”

You laughed, grateful for the distraction they didn't know they provided. 

The car pulled to a stop in front of Grimmauld Place, and you were out of the backseat before Sirius could even turn off the engine. The heavy door creaked open under your hand, and the familiar musty air of the house greeted you. You were halfway up the stairs when Walburga Black’s shrill voice began to echo from her portrait in the hallway.

“Filthy half-bloods! Defilers of the noble house of Black!”

Without missing a beat, you stopped at the landing and turned to face her, smirking as her painted eyes glared daggers at you.

“Oh, shut it, you old hag,” You snapped, your voice dripping with mockery. “If this house had any standards left, your frame would be collecting dust in the attic.”

Walburga’s wails grew louder, incoherent insults tumbling from her mouth. Behind you, Sirius strode in, shaking snow from his jacket as he glanced up at the commotion.

“Oi, pup, what’s all this noise about?” He called, grinning when he spotted you leaning casually against the banister.

“Just giving dear old Gran her daily reminder that she’s irrelevant,” You shrugged, crossing your arms. “Thought she might appreciate the consistency.”

Sirius barked out a laugh, dropping his keys onto the hall table. “Ah, you’re a good kid. Keeping family tradition alive.”

He turned to Walburga’s portrait with an exaggerated bow. “Lovely as always, Mother. But if you don’t pipe down, I’ll have to introduce you to my new Muggle rock records.”

Her screeches hit a new pitch, and Sirius winked at you before turning to Remus, who was rolling his eyes and carrying the bags into the livingroom.

“Don’t encourage her,” Remus muttered, though his lips twitched with a faint smile.

Sirius waved him off, clearly pleased with himself. You snickered and started back up the stairs, shouting one last retort over your shoulder at Walburga.

“Hope you have a terrible night, you miserable cow.”

Her howls followed you all the way to your bedroom door, but you ignored them, shutting yourself inside with a satisfying click. 

You flopped onto your bed with a dramatic sigh, your body sinking into the mattress. The familiar creak of the springs beneath you was oddly comforting, even as your mind wandered. Staring at the cracked ceiling, you let the faint noises of the house fade into the background: the distant hum of conversation downstairs, the occasional groan of the pipes, the muffled screeches of Walburga’s indignation.

The memories came rushing back unbidden, weaving themselves into the present.

It was well past midnight. Grimmauld Place was silent except for the occasional creak of the old house settling, its usual cacophony of voices replaced by the muffled hum of distant dreams. The kitchen was dimly lit by a single candle, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows on the aged stone walls. You and Luna had crept downstairs, stifling giggles like two schoolchildren sneaking past a strict headmaster.

Luna sat on the counter, her legs swinging idly, her pale blonde hair catching the soft glow of the candlelight. She watched you rummage through the pantry with the serene curiosity she always seemed to carry, her gaze steady and unbothered even when you nearly dropped a jar of biscuits.

Her soft laughter bubbled up, the sound light and airy, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Careful,” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. “We wouldn’t want to wake the ghosts.”

You turned to her, holding up the jar triumphantly. “Ghosts don’t care about biscuits, Luna,” you quipped, though your tone lacked its usual edge. Something about her presence always softened you.

Luna tilted her head, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. “Maybe not. But I imagine they’d enjoy the company.”

Her words hung in the air between you, her gaze steady and unwavering. The intimacy of the moment- the stillness of the house, the shared laughter, the closeness- felt overwhelming. You set the jar down on the counter, your movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to shatter the fragile quiet.

“What?” You asked softly, your voice low as you stepped closer. The question wasn’t accusatory, just curious, as though you could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against you.

Luna didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned down, her movements slow and deliberate, as if giving you the chance to step away. When you didn’t, her lips brushed yours, soft and tentative. The kiss started slow, hesitant, like the first notes of a melody yet to find its rhythm.

But then it deepened, a quiet fervor building as her hands found your shirt, tangling in the fabric and pulling you closer. Your hands instinctively rested on her hips, grounding yourself in the warmth of her presence. The candle flickered wildly, like its flame was threatening to extinguish under the intensity of the moment, but neither of you paid it any mind.

When you finally pulled back, the world felt different, quieter, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Luna’s gaze held yours, her cheeks flushed but her expression calm, steady.

“Was that alright?” She asked, her voice barely audible in the stillness.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you offered her a small, shy smile. “Yeah,” You murmured, your voice thick with something you couldn’t quite name. “It was more than alright.”

Luna’s smile widened, and for a moment, the weight of everything else fell away. In that kitchen, under the flicker of candlelight, it was just the two of you, wrapped in a moment that felt like it had been waiting for you all along.

The memory lingered like a soft melody, playing on repeat in your mind. Luna’s serene gaze, her touch, the flicker of candlelight that had seemed to mirror the spark between you- everything about it had felt right. Safe. But as you tried to focus on her eyes, your heart sank.

Like some cruel trick, the silvery blue of her irises shifted, darkening until they glowed an all-too-familiar shade of green. The serene warmth of Luna’s face dissolved, replaced by Harry’s steady, piercing gaze.  

A shock ran through your body, sharp and unforgiving, jolting you out of the blissful memory like a bucket of ice water. Your chest tightened, the sudden dissonance between memory and reality leaving you breathless.

“No,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head as though you could physically dislodge the image. “No, no, no.”

Your hands clenched into fists, and a frustrated growl tore from your throat. You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room with all the force you could muster. The satisfying whomp of impact was immediately followed by a loud crash as the pillow toppled your bedside lamp, sending it to the floor in a spray of shattered glass.

The sound made you wince, your frustration replaced by a pang of guilt. You sat up, running a hand through your hair as you surveyed the mess on the floor. The dim light of the room cast eerie reflections off the broken shards, and for a moment, you felt as fragmented as the lamp lying before you.

“Oi! Everything alright up there?” Remus’s voice carried up the stairs, calm yet laced with concern.

You winced, glancing down at the shattered remains of the lamp, your heart sinking. “Uh… yeah!” You called back, scrambling for an excuse. “Just… taking out some aggression on a pillow!”

There was a pause before Remus replied, his voice tinged with amusement. “And did the pillow learn its lesson?”

You hesitated, looking at the broken lamp before sighing. “Uhm… it seems my lamp learned it for him!”

A loud bark of laughter echoed from downstairs, followed closely by Sirius’s booming voice. “Don’t touch it! I’m coming up!”

Your stomach twisted as the familiar sound of Sirius’s boots on the stairs grew louder. You quickly crouched by the broken lamp, trying to sweep the shards into a neat pile with your hands, only to nick your finger on one of the sharper edges.

“Bloody hell,” You hissed, sticking the wounded finger in your mouth as Sirius’s voice reached the landing outside your door.

“Oi, trouble,” He called, knocking once before pushing the door open without waiting for an answer. He took one look at the broken lamp, the glass scattered across the floor, and your sheepish expression before crossing his arms and leaning casually against the doorframe.

“What happened?” He prodded, though his tone was more curious than accusatory.

You stood, brushing your hands on your trousers and avoiding his gaze. “The pillow was out of line, so I threw it,” You admitted, gesturing toward the offending pillow lying innocently on the floor. “Didn’t realize it had a vendetta against my lamp- unfortunately he took her down with him.”

Sirius’s lips twitched as he tried to hold back a grin. “Sounds like the lamp got the short end of the stick,” He mused, stepping further into the room to inspect the damage. “What’s really going on?”

You hesitated, unsure how much you wanted to share. Sirius had a knack for prying the truth out of you, but sometimes you weren’t ready to give it up.

“Just… had a lot on my mind,” Your voice muttered quietly. “Needed to let it out.”

Sirius tilted his head, studying you for a moment. Then, without a word, he pulled his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at the shattered lamp. “Reparo!”

The broken shards flew back together with a soft clink, reforming into the lamp as if nothing had happened. Sirius smirked, giving the now-intact lamp a light tap with his wand for good measure. 

You stared at it, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Of course,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Sirius grinned, tucking his wand away. “Because you’re dramatic, Cherry Bomb. Always have to make a scene.” He leaned back against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a knowing look. “What’s the fun in fixing things when you can wallow in the chaos a little longer, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, alright. You’ve had your moment. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, just lets me know you still need me.” Sirius replied, flashing a cocky grin. Then his expression softened, his gaze flickering to you with something closer to concern. “But seriously, kid, you good?”

You hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on you. Sirius might joke around, but his ability to see through you had always been unnerving. 

“I’m fine,” you finally said, though it sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. You tried to smile, hoping it would sell the lie. “Just a long day, you know?”

Sirius didn’t look convinced, but he let it go- for now. “Alright, if you say so. But if you ever need to talk… well, you know where I am.”

You nodded, feeling a flicker of gratitude for his understanding. “Thanks, Dad.”

Sirius smirked at the title, ruffling your hair as he passed by you toward the door. “Get some rest, pup. And maybe lay off the pillow abuse next time, yeah?”

“Only if it's learned its lesson.”

He gave you a playful glare. You laughed softly as he left, shutting the door behind him. The room fell silent once more, save for the faint hum of the house around you. You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the repaired lamp and letting out a long, steadying breath.

"Dramatic," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head. But the small smile faltered, slipping away as something cold and heavy began to settle in your chest. A creeping dread gnawed at the edges of your mind, setting your breaths into an unsteady rhythm.

Dramatic.

You could almost hear Sirius’s teasing tone, James’s bark of laughter. The word echoed, sharp and cutting in the stillness of the room. 

“They’re just joking.”  

“Don’t take it to heart.”  

“They don’t mean it.”  

You’d told yourself these things countless times before. But their voices played on a loop in your head, louder and louder, until you could hardly think of anything else.

“If you get married, we’ll finally be a big pack!”  

“You two would be perfect together!”  

“You’d work so well- balance each other out!”  

James and Sirius’s teasing words replayed with such vivid clarity, the echo of their laughter twisting in your chest like a knife. Even Lily’s and Remus’s softer reassurances slipped in, well-meaning but hollow now, reminders that they’d never taken it as seriously as you did.  

Because all jokes have a bit of truth to them, don’t they? That dark, nagging voice in the back of your mind whispered its usual poison. What if they mean every word? What if they’ve always meant it?

The years of good-natured teasing, the remarks, the suggestions- they stretched out in your memory, suddenly too heavy to ignore. And for the first time, you wondered if that was all you were to them. If you were just a puzzle piece waiting to fit into their perfect picture. 

The thought made you feel small, insignificant. Like your only worth to them was tied to something you didn’t even want. It wasn’t a new fear- not really- but it had always been something you could push aside. Something you could shake off with a roll of your eyes and a forced laugh.

But not today.  

Today, it was eating you alive.

The weeks that followed were quiet. Too quiet. The lively energy you usually brought to Grimmauld Place seemed to dim, like a fire struggling to stay lit. The teasing banter that once felt like second nature now felt heavy, stifling. You found yourself retreating into your room more often, your appetite waning as the days blurred together.  

At first, they didn’t notice- not fully. James and Sirius chalked it up to stress, maybe a rough patch. “She’ll bounce back,” Sirius had said confidently, leaning back in his chair like it was a guarantee.  

But then you started skipping meals. Not just breakfast, but dinner too. You’d pick at your plate, offering vague excuses before excusing yourself early. The chatter at the table would falter each time you slipped away, the tension thickening like storm clouds.  

You avoided Harry most of all. The warm sibling bond you’d always shared felt unbearable now, every interaction laced with an invisible wall you couldn’t bring yourself to break. He’d tried to confront you once, standing awkwardly in the doorway to your room.  

“Hey,” he had said, his voice uncertain but soft. “You’ve been… quiet lately. Everything alright?”  

You had plastered on a smile, too tight to be convincing. “I’m fine, Harry. Just tired.”  

He’d hesitated, his hand gripping the doorframe like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or leave. “You can talk to me, you know. About anything.”  

The lump in your throat had felt insurmountable, and you’d turned away under the guise of searching for something on your desk. “I know. Thanks.”  

He hadn’t pushed further, but you’d felt his lingering gaze before he left, the door clicking softly behind him.  

Sirius, of course, noticed the cracks in your armor. He’d tried to coax you back to your usual self with his over-the-top antics, but your forced chuckles only seemed to worry him more. Remus had asked if you were feeling ill, his sharp eyes scanning your face with parental concern, but you waved him off with a quiet reassurance that everything was fine.  

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting Grimmauld Place in a muted twilight. The kitchen was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the radio in the background and the occasional clatter of dishes as Lily cleaned up after dinner. You sat at the table, idly tracing patterns on the wood with your fingernail, your untouched tea growing cold in front of you. 

“Alright, love,” Lily said softly, breaking the silence. She pulled out a chair and sat across from you, her eyes kind but steady. “I’m not one to pry, but something’s been eating at you for weeks, and we’re all worried.”

You froze, your fingers stilling on the table. “I’m fine,” you muttered, the words automatic, rehearsed. 

Lily tilted her head, her fiery hair catching the faint light. “You’re not fine. And that’s okay. But shutting us out isn’t going to help.” 

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“It’s not nothing,” Lily pressed gently. “You’ve been pulling away from everyone-especially Harry. You barely eat, you hardly talk, and you don’t even sass Walburga anymore. That’s not like you.”

The mention of Harry made your chest tighten. You clenched your jaw, your hands curling into fists on the table. “It’s nothing he did,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Lily’s brows lifted slightly, her gaze sharpening. “Then what is it?”

You hesitated, the storm of emotions that had been building for weeks threatening to spill over. The kitchen felt too small, too stifling, and Lily’s unwavering gaze made it impossible to retreat. 

“I just…” You started, your voice trembling. You shook your head, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m tired of the jokes. The teasing. All of it.”

Lily frowned, leaning forward slightly. “What jokes?”

“The ones about me and Harry,” you snapped, your voice louder than you intended. “About how we’re perfect for each other. About how it’s destiny. It’s like that’s all anyone sees when they look at us.”

Lily’s expression softened, but she didn’t interrupt. She waited, giving you the space to continue.

“I’m not…” You took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat. “I’m not in love with him. I never have been. And I never will be.”

Your voice broke on the last word, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders trembling. Lily reached under the table, her hand resting gently on your knee. “It’s alright, love,” she said softly. “Keep going.”

“I hate it,” you admitted, your voice muffled. “I hate how they act like it’s inevitable. Like my only purpose is to… to marry Harry and make everyone happy.”

Lily’s hand squeezed your knee, her touch grounding you. “No one expects that from you,” she said gently. “Not really.”

“They do,” you insisted, lifting your head to meet her gaze. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care. “Even if they don’t say it outright, they mean it. And I’m just supposed to go along with it because it’s what they want.”

“Do you want to date Harry?” Lily asked, her voice careful, measured.

You shook your head vehemently, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “No. I don’t. I’ve never wanted that. I don’t… I’m not even attracted to men.” 

The confession hung heavy in the air, the weight of it both terrifying and freeing. Lily’s eyes widened briefly, but she quickly masked her surprise with a soft, understanding smile. 

“That’s what’s been eating at you,” she said quietly, more to herself than to you. “You’ve been carrying this alone.”

You nodded, your throat tight. “I just… I didn’t know how to say it. And I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.”

“I take you seriously,” Lily said firmly, her hand never leaving yours. “And I’m so proud of you for telling me.”

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. The door creaked open, and you looked up to see James, Sirius, and Remus standing there, their expressions a mixture of concern and uncertainty.

Lily turned her head toward them, her gaze sharp. “Don’t you dare say a word.”

“We weren’t eavesdropping,” James said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “We just… heard voices.”

You flushed, your chest tightening as their presence threatened to overwhelm you. But Lily’s hand squeezed your knee again, her steady presence grounding you.

“It’s alright,” She murmured, her voice low. “If you’re ready.”

You hesitated, your gaze flickering between the three men. James looked as though he was holding his breath, Sirius’s expression was unreadable, and Remus’s eyes were filled with quiet understanding.

Finally, you exhaled, your shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not in love with Harry,” you said, your voice steadier now. “And I’m not interested in men. At all. And I- hate that you guys assume. Assume I-” Your voice cracked and there was a long moment of silence.

Sirius moved first, his usual bravado stripped away as he slowly approached you. His grey eyes were soft, filled with something that looked painfully close to regret. He crouched down beside your chair, resting one hand on the table and the other gently on your arm. 

"Kid," he started, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to... I didn’t realize we were pushing you like this."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Sirius squeezed your arm lightly, his expression heartbreakingly tender. 

"You’re my little girl," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "The last thing I’d ever want is to make you feel like you’re anything less than exactly who you’re supposed to be. And if we made you feel that way... I’ll never forgive myself."

That did it. The tears you’d been holding back slipped free, and you let out a shaky breath. Sirius reached up to gently wipe one away, his touch careful and loving. "You don’t owe anyone an explanation. You don’t have to be what anyone expects, not even us."

Behind him, Remus was watching with a guarded expression, his gaze flickering between you and James. The latter stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale and his hands trembling at his sides. He looked like he’d been punched in the gut.

"I..." James started, his voice cracking slightly. He swallowed hard, his hazel eyes glistening as he took a shaky step forward. "I didn’t know. I didn’t- Merlin, I’m so sorry." 

You looked up at him, your tears blurring his figure. His voice broke again as he continued, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought we were just joking around, just... having a laugh. I didn’t realize we were hurting you. I would never-" He cut himself off, running a hand through his already-messy hair. "I never wanted you hurting."

Sirius’s hand remained steady on your arm as he glanced back at James, his expression unreadable. But the slight twitch of his jaw and the flicker of his gaze told you he was holding back words of his own.

Remus finally stepped in, his calm, measured tone breaking the tension. "It’s not about what any of us wanted," he said softly, addressing James but keeping his focus on you. "It’s about what she needed- and didn’t get- from the people who were supposed to protect her."

James visibly flinched, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you again. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "For every stupid joke, for every time I didn’t think- just, all of it. I’m so, so sorry."

For the first time in weeks, you felt the weight in your chest lighten, just a little. You nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be seen for who I am. Not... not who you all want me to be."

James nodded, his eyes glassy but determined. "You’re right. And from now on, we’ll do better. I’ll do better."

Sirius tightened his grip on your arm briefly before letting go, his hand coming up to cup your face. "We’ll figure this out, pup. You’ve got us. Always." 

"And for what it’s worth," Remus added, his soft smile offering a flicker of comfort, "we’re proud of you. For being honest, even when it’s hard."

Before silence could over take the room; Harry entered the kitchen with his usual messy hair and an expression of mild concern, but the moment he saw your tear-streaked face, his demeanor changed entirely. His eyes darted between you, Sirius, and James, his body tensing like he was ready to jump to your defense.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice sharp with alarm. He pointed an accusatory finger at James. “Dad, what did you say? Did you-”

“Harry,” You interrupted quickly, your voice wavering but firm. You stood from your chair and took a step toward him, guilt tugging at your chest. “It’s not him. It’s not anyone’s fault. I just… I should’ve talked to you sooner.”

Harry blinked, his brow furrowing as he looked down at you. “Talked to me about what? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “I’ve been ignoring you, and that wasn’t fair. I’m sorry, Harry.”

He shook his head, his concern not easing. “Don’t worry about that. I just want to know what’s wrong.”

The words caught in your throat for a moment, but then you found the courage to say them. “I like girls.”

Harry stared at you for a second, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” he said slowly, his tone filled with cautious confusion, “Me too.”

For a brief, horrifying moment, you thought you’d miscalculated everything. But then he raised an eyebrow, smirking as he added, “You kinda snogged my girlfriend, though.”

You blinked, startled by the unexpected quip. Then the absurdity of it hit you, and a laugh bubbled out of your chest, light and free. Harry grinned at your reaction, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like a protective barrier, and for the first time in weeks, you had your best friend back.

“I was so worried,” He mumbled into your shoulder, his voice softer now. “You’ve been so distant, and I didn’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything,” You assured him, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s just been… a lot. But I’m okay now. Or I will be.”

Harry pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes searching yours. “You could’ve told me, I’m always on your side, you know that, right?”

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes again, but this time they were accompanied by a warm smile. “I know. Thanks, Harry.”

He ruffled your hair affectionately, his grin mischievous now. “And, for the record, you owe me for Ginny. That was cheeky.”

“I’ll buy her flowers,” Your smirked with a chuckle, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

“I said you owe me. Stop trying to take her from me.” He chuckled, shoving you softly.

The room, once so heavy with tension, now felt warm again. Sirius, James, and Remus watched from the sidelines, their expressions a mixture of relief and quiet pride. Harry kept his arm around your shoulders as he turned to his dad and the others.

“Well,” he said brightly, “looks like we’re all good here. Is the kitchen open again? I feel like I'm owed desert- you made my cousin cry.”

The group erupted into laughter, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could laugh with them- truly laugh, without the weight of expectation holding you down.

[siriuslynettey]

{read Platinum here!}

☾ 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.

[hippogriff732]

Mary's Song-Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Wolfstars daughter! reader

She said, I was seven and you were nine I looked at you like the stars that shine In the sky, the pretty lights

"Do you see the way shes looking at him?" Lily asked her husband while sitting on the porch watching you and Harry playing together out in the garden. "Like the way I looked at you? James replied "Yeah, 20 galleons says they get together by Harry's 6th year" "20 galleons says they get together by Harry's fifth year, get ready to pay up my Lily-flower."

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

"And we're gonna have shared grandchildren!" James told Sirius excitedly as he talked about your future with Harry. "After they get married of course." "Oh my James, I nearly said that she looked at him with admiration not that they were gonna have the best love story known to man, they're only eight and nine for godricks sake!" Lily told her husband while Remus watched the situation while sipping his class of firewhiskey.

Take me back to the house in the backyard tree Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me You never did, you never did

"Hey Harry, remember when you used to chase me around the yard, were you ever actually gonna do something if you caught me?" You asked the boy as you rested against him in your childhood treehouse thinking about some of your favourite memories. "Not actually, I was to scared of your dads getting mad if I laid a finger on you."

Take me back when our world was one block wide I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried Just two kids, you and I Oh my my my my

"Harry truth or dare?" You asked him while sitting with him before he left for Hogwarts looking for a way to past the time. "Dare." "I dare you to kiss me." He was hesitant as first before leaning in to kiss you, only for you to run away into your own room.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn't that little girl you used to see But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

"Y/N do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked after you had finished the assignments you we're working on "Where are we going" "How about the astronomy tower?" You two made your way to the astronomy tower, not even realising you were holding hands. When you got there Harry placed his hand on your shoulder. "There's something I want to tell you but I don't know how." "It's ok Harry, you can tell me anything" "Alright, I just, I find you really pretty, you've really grown into yourself, and no matter what I do or how many girls I have a thing with, I'll always come back to you. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I like you and willyougooutwithme?" "Sorry what was that last part?" "Will you go out with me?" "Of course I will Harry you should've asked me sooner, I like you to." You to them shared a kiss under the stars, your eyes shining like lights when you pulled away.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us They never believed we'd really fall in love And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes And said oh my my my

"so Dads, James, Lily, there's something Harry and I want you to know." "What is it darling?" Lily asked "We're dating" "WHAT?" Came the loud voice of your father, Sirius, followed by James "You actually got together?" "Yes dad." "Well I'm happy for you, you make a nice pair." Your other dad spoke up. "Moony how are you so calm about this, our baby has a boyfriend?!" "Calm down you two, I'm sure they're responsible, and it's not like you didn't have 10 girlfriends in sixth year Sirius."

Take me back to the creek beds we turned up Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

"Harry I am not going for a ride on your firebolt." That was the plan. Until he had convinced you to take a ride and your glad you did. He took you to a nearby lake that looked ten times better at night, the light reflected of the lake while the stars shine in the sky and the faint noises of animals could be heard. You two played in the grass holding each other till 2am when you decided you should go back home before one of your parents thought you were missing.

Take me back to the time we had our very first fight The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight You stayed outside till the morning light Oh my my my my

"No Harry I'm sick of you right now." You say slamming the porch door on him before locking it, leaving Harry outside. You had gotten into a fight over something stupid, but you were in a bad mood and Harry was making it worse. Therefore he was left outside al night instead of in bed with you and instead of being rational and trying to find a way back inside, he slept out in the porch the whole night. Let's just say there was a lot of confusion when the marauders were having breakfast and they saw Harry sleeping outside.

A few years had gone and come around We were sitting at our favorite spot in town And you looked at me, got down on one knee

You and Harry had gone back to that lake he took you to on his firebolt, his heart beating faster than normal as you sit on the grass watching the water gently move. He then looks at you slowly moving to one knee. "Y/N Lupin-Black, I've loved you since well forever and I couldn't imagine a world without you. Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Potter." "Yes Harry! a thousand times yes!" "You then share a kiss of passion and love, trying it out everything you wanna say into it.

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle Our whole town came and our mamas cried You said I do and I did too

You stood at the altar in your white gown and veil looking out into the audience. Many of your friends, teachers, and neighbours came along with your parents who were all crying one way or another. Sirius and James were very obviously crying, but made it seem like they weren't, Lily had wiped her eyes a couple times, still looking pretty as ever, and Remus' eyes became glossy. Harry was even crying a little bit. "Do you Harry James Potter take this woman to be your lawfully wedded parter in sickness and in heath, in richness and in poorness, till death do you part?" "I do" And do you, Y/N Y/M/N take this man to be your lawfully wedded parter in sickness and in heath, in richness and in poorness, till death do you part?" "I do" "You may now kiss the bride!"

Take me home where we met so many years before We'll rock our babies on that very front porch After all this time, you and I

"Hey you ok out here?" Harry asked as you had gone out of the family gathering to the porch with your new child in your arms. "Yeah he was just getting a little fussy, I think it was too loud for him, he's fine now." "Oh makes sense, our parents are sure exited about him." "Yeah, he really looks like you and his grandpa James and is very cute I see why they like him." "He has your eyes tho, my favourite part of him if I do say so." Your eyes focus on the treehouse where you and Harry grew up together "I wonder if our kids will live that treehouse as much as we did." "I'm sure they will darling."

I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine I'll still look at you like the stars that shine In the sky, oh my my my

Even as you and Harry grew older, and saw your children grow up you still looked at him the same way you did when you were young and didn't even know that you loved the boy yet.

[sarahlupin-black]

Imagine being wolfstar's daughter and them being the best dads you could ever ask for. Then you have you uncle barty, reggie and james Then your best friend harry i love this whole dynamic

[ecstarry]

something got into me i think i will post the first chapter of dear sirius today so here's a small snippet for you:

James looked significantly more put-together than Regulus, which was uncommon. But Regulus had finally had a good night's sleep, and it was evident in his "I just woke up" appearance.

"Hi." James’ voice carried a constant undercurrent of worry. Regulus found himself missing the warmth it used to have. He knew that every time James looked at him, all he saw was Sirius. James never said it, but Regulus recognized that look too well. Throughout his life, few people looked at him and saw anything more than Sirius’ little brother. He could never fault James for seeing the same.

Lyra ran to hug James, barely tall enough to wrap her arms around his waist.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Regulus said. 

“My parents missed her terribly,” James said, pausing to lift Lyra up and carry her on his hip. “You don’t want any help today?” He said with caring eyes. Regulus thought back to the first time he had seen James. Even back then, Regulus had instantly understood why Sirius was so drawn to James. There was something about the way James looked at you, like you were something worth seeing, someone worthy of being known.

[folklvrsworld]

a christmas reunion ♤

pairing: ex!harry james potter x wolfstar daughter!reader warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing, weirdo cormac summary: reader gets invited to a christmas party reunion of hogwarts students by pansy parkinson, she didn't expect to find and rekindle with an old flame song: a nonsense christmas - sabrina carpenter

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Storage, check. Keys, check. Personal belongings, check. The only thing left was turning off the lights and then the bookshop would be officially closed for the holiday. I took a quick scan around the place to make sure I didn't forget anything, then my eyes landed on the letter on top of the register counter.

Ah, right. The invitation.

I sighed and walked towards the counter to grab the letter. I looked at the neat and all too familiar handwriting addressing the letter to my bookshop. Opening it again for the second time that day, I was met with the same message.

Dear, Y/N.

Hope you're having a wonderful Christmas time,  if you're not too busy tomorrow, I'm hosting a Christmas party down at the club.

It's reserved for Hogwarts students era '91 only, with some exceptions.

Would be happy if you could join, party starts at eight, ends whenever it ends.

Hoping to see you there!!

PS. the dresscode is everything and anything Christmas

From, Pansy Parkinson.

I knew that I wasn't going to go. After graduating from Hogwarts and opening my own bookshop, I haven't really spoken to any of my Hogwarts friends. With the exception of Pansy and Hermione (who sometimes come in to my bookshop). I have even lost contact with him.

Shoving the letter to my bag, I turned off the lights and walked out of the shop, before locking the door with the shop key. Snow immediately fell down and rested itself onto my hair, I walked to my car and drove home to my apartment in London.

I intended to relax and enjoy this Christmas eve by having some hot chocolate and watching classic Christmas movies in bed. Mid way through my movie and hot cocoa, my phone rang. When I saw the caller ID, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N! Happy Christmas eve!" a familiar cheery voice from the other line called out, "Did you get my invitation?"

I chuckled, "Yes, Pansy. I got your invitation personally delivered by an owl coming into my shop this morning."

"Great, you're coming, right?"

"Uhmmm...." I paused the movie while waiting for her reaction.

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a Grinch."

I scoffed, "Excuse me? I am not anywhere near a Grinch, Pansy Parkinson. I am a very festive person."

"Then come to my party tomorrow! Wouldn't it be fun to have a little Hogwarts Christmas reunion?"

I sighed, "I don't know, Pans. It's been such a long time since we all saw each other. I'm 23 damn years old now, it's been quite some time."

"Woman! That's exactly why I'm hosting this reunion party—Merlin's beard, you never changed." she gave a chuckle.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I laughed.

She sighed, "Look, just give it some thought. Okay? You don't have to socialize if you don't want to, you can hangout with me."

"Mhm..." I say unconvinced, "Fine, I'll think about it. But I made no promises, alright?"

I can practically hear her smiling through the phone, "Okay, great! I'm counting on it. Anyway, have a great Christmas eve, bye!"

"You too, Pans." I hang up the phone and continued my movie without having any second thought about the party.

But as I tried to sleep that night, thoughts about the party went over my head. Should I go or should I not? Will I regret it after if I didn't go? I decided to sleep it off and make up my mind on Christmas morning.

The next day, I got up earlier to get into the Christmas spirit. I put on some music while I make myself some special breakfast, and when the doorbell rang, I open it to find a delivery man handing me a wrapped present. It was from my dads. The famously known Lupin-Black couple.

I quickly read the christmas card, tearing up at what my papa wrote and silently laughing at what my dad wrote. I really miss them, but I am coming back home for the new years. I put the card aside and opened the box to reveal a pair of beautiful snowflake dangly earrings.

They were absolutely beautiful, I love how they always know what to pick for me. I store them inside my jewelry box and made a mental note to thank them later. After I finished my breakfast and did all of my morning routine, a notification came from the online daily prophet.

Have a very Merry Christmas to all witches

and wizards everywhere!!

To make this day even more festive and fun, all

Hogwarts alumni from '91 are invited to

a Christmas party down at Amortentia.

Get ready to dress up, get drunk, and have a

blast from the past for a reunion!

I click on the notification to find more details about the party. Damn, Pansy really went all out for this. My mind hasn't made up on whether I should go or not, although deep down I knew it wouldn't be so bad to go.

Driven by temptation, I walk over to my closet and look through my very minimum collection of dresses. None of the dresses were Christmassy enough, till I caught my eye on an unopened dress.

It was a red fluffy dress with sparkles all over the fabric, it had a bow around the waist, with a puffy short sleeve to complete the look. I had never worn it before, but it did scream Christmas.

Standing in front of the mirror, I held up the dress to my body and looked at myself up and down. I would look good in it. After some considerable thought I decided that I'm going to that Christmas party. It's not like I'm going just to see if a certain someone is going to be there...

Around seven, I took a shower and got ready. I put on the dress and did my makeup. I wore those snowflake earrings my dads bought for me, did a little crown braid over my hair, and put on a pair of shoes.

Looking at myself once more, I grabbed my purse and wand, put on my big warm coat, then headed out the door. I wasn't going to spend any money on an uber car when I have my own, though I hated driving in the snow.

When I got there, I could already hear party music coming out from the building. A big LED sign that says "Amortentia", Pansy's own personal bar. After locking my car and taking off my coat, I walk towards the door which had a sign that says "Closed for private party."

As I open the door to enter, the bouncer stopped me and asked me for my invitation. Luckily, I had it with me in my purse. He made sure it was the right invitation and he let me in. Christmas party music immediately blasted in my ear as I stepped into the place.

The place was decorated for Christmas, for obvious reasons. I've personally never had been in Pansy's bar since she opened it, I would be lying if I say I wasn't impressed. The place had a huge dance floor and a big bar. A wave of magic energy flew through me, it feels good to be surrounded by wizards again.

"Merlin's beard, Y/N/N! So glad you decided to come!" I heard Pansy yell through the noisy crowd as she walks towards me with a glass of presumably firewhiskey in her hand.

"Hey, Pans. The place looks great! It's way bigger than I imagined." I smiled, "You look very pretty, by the way."

"Awe, thanks babe. Don't even get me started on how you look." she looked at me up and down, "Damn. Anyway, come with me."

Before I could even say anything, she was already dragging me while sipping on her drink. Not a second later, I was by the bar and saw Pansy's slytherin friends. Don't get me wrong, they're my friends as well, but it's been a long time since we ever said a word to each other.

"Look who I brought!" Pansy said in a sing-song voice to her friends, all of their eyes immediately went on me.

"Lupin-Black! Long time no see!" Theodore Nott greeted me with a smile, which I returned back.

Blaise Zabini gave me a fist bump and Draco Malfoy, didn't seem to change, just gave me a nod to indicate that he senses my presence. My anxious self slowly began to calm as I started to talk with them, casually looking around as well and seeing a bunch of familiar faces.

I couldn't help but feel the desperate need to catch a sight of a specific face, a face I knew I would recognize from far away. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't seem to find him. Pansy seemed to notice me glancing over my shoulder a few times, so she asked.

"Looking for someone?"

I was brought back to my senses and looked at her, "Hm? No, no one."

"Oh come on, really? You're giving me bullshit for my Christmas present?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, but seriously—I'm not looking for anyone." I defended myself.

She sipped her glass, "Alright, if you say so. But just for your information, I did send an invitation to him. So there might be a chance he's here."

I raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes, "Stop pretending, Y/N/N. I know who you're looking for and you don't have to be ashamed to say that you're looking for Potter."

My eyes widened as I attempt to shut her up, "Shh! Are you mad?! Don't say that out loud or people might hear and think I'm obsessed with him or something."

"Aren't you...?" she asked lowly, I fought the urge to smack her across the face.

"Pansy. Please. I'm over him, besides he's with Ginny, isn't he?"

She shrugged, "I wouldn't be so sure of that."

The rest of the night surprisingly went very well. I eventually got brave enough to talk to some old friends and had fun on the dance floor with them, it felt good to reminisce on the feeling of having secret booze parties at Hogwarts. It also felt good to drink firewhiskey again.

When I was sitting at one of the couches in the corner, resting my feet from dancing and walking around, I felt an uncomfortable presence beside me. I had a guess on who it might be before even looking at the person.

"Merry Christmas! It's Y/N, right? Hufflepuff? It's been a while, you look hot now." the person said.

I mentally rolled my eyes, "Uhm...yeah."

"You remember me, right? Cormac Mclaggen." he introduced himself, I simply nodded my head.

He scooched himself a bit closer to him, swinging his hand behind so he could touch my shoulder. I avoided his gaze as much as I could. Dear Merlin, get me out of this place.

"Say, what are you doing tonight? Want to maybe come by my place?" he said with a very forced seductive voice.

I held in a breath, "Uhm....I'm good, Cormac."

"I could maybe buy you a drink?" this man would never give up until I agree on something to do with him, would he. 

To my surprise, a voice called out from behind me. A familiar voice, "Sorry, she's here with me."

Cormac seemed to be taken aback, he inched away from me before then walking away like nothing happened. I sighed and stood up to face the person who saved me, "Thanks for that.."

He smiled and nodded his head, "No problem. Can't believe Parkinson invited him to the party, but I guess she invited everyone with no exceptions."

I couldn't help but take a good look at him. He had grown a few inches taller since I last saw him, his brown fluffy hair stayed the same, his body had gotten more fit too. But the thing that mesmerized me the most were his eyes. Those green beautiful eyes. Same as ever.

"How are you, Harry?"

"I've been doing well. I mean—yeah, being head auror isn't an easy job, I almost get zero hours of sleep everyday. But hey, it's the holidays, and I'm surviving" he laughed.

God, I miss him. A lot.

"What about you? I heard that your bookshop's the best in London. I wouldn't be surprised about that, truthfully."

I chuckled, "That might be a little overreacting. But I'm doing really good as well. But I feel the most happy tonight, it's been a while since I'm surrounded by my kind of people."

"I'm surrounded by them everyday. But it's been a while since I saw you." he looked at me and I swear my heart plummeted down to my feet.

Harry and I had a thing back then, it went from third year until the fifth. He was my best friend first, I got along with him and Ron and Hermione really well. He was my first kiss and my first time, but we never addressed our relationship. In other words, our relationship was messy.

It was never clear what we were supposed to be, more like a 'friends with benefits' type of thing, that's why it just kind of fell apart at sixth year. He had a thing for Ginny and started dating her, leaving me heartbroken, but not really surprised.

But seeing him now, looking as good as ever, made me rethink about what we were back then. Making me feel like I wanted him again. But I pushed that thought aside.

He's with someone. You can't do this, it's Christmas.

"I was watching you all night, you here with anyone?" he asked. He was watching me all night?

"No, no one. I even didn't want to go in the first place, but Pansy convinced me. I'm not with anyone, or seeing anyone, for that matter. Just—by myself is all."

Why does it feel like I'm trying to make it super extra fucking clear  that I'm not in a relationship or even as close to seeing anyone? He wouldn't care for that...would he?

"Oh...I see." he said, I could somehow see his body relaxing a bit after hearing my answer.

"What about you? Last time I heard you and Ginny are engaged?" I took an unnoticed gulp.

He chuckled at that, "Oh no, you're way behind on the news. We broke it off a long time ago. It wasn't working. We kept arguing and bringing the worst out of each other."

Oh. He's single.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, I was really happy when I heard about the engagement. I thought you two would've already been married by now.."

He shrugged, "Thinking back now I think I was a little rushed, I'm not ready to be married just yet. Not when I've not gotten the right one." he looked straight at me with a warm smile that managed to make my heart go 'badump'.

"Anyway, what are we both doing here when we could dance while drinking firewhiskey." he broke off the tension, "Dance with me?"

He stretched out his hand and bowed down a bit, smirking up at me and waiting for me to take his hand. What a dork. I laughed and took his hand then he lead me to the dance floor. While we were dancing, he got us both a glass that floated itself to our hands.

I ended up spending the rest of the party with him. Dancing, drinking, laughing, telling stories, everything. It felt like we were both fifteen year olds again, too nervous to label our relationship, but knowing how we felt towards each other deep down.

"How are Sirius and Remus, by the way? Haven't seen them in a very long time." he asked while the party slowly started to die down.

"They're very well. I plan to go home for the new years, you could join me if you'd like." I widened my eyes a few seconds after realizing what I had said, I think the drunkness is slowly getting to me.

"I mean not like....you know. I mean you said you haven't seen them in a long time, so I thought maybe if you would...I don't know—"

He bursts out laughing at how I panicked, "Hey, relax! I wasn't thinking anything like that. I would love to join you, message me about the date and stuff. It'll be fun."

He conjured a piece of paper and a pen then wrote something on it then giving it to me, "Here's my number."

I took it and stared at it, realizing that I indeed did not have his number ever since I got a phone. I smiled and nodded at him, putting the paper in my purse. After another hour, we decided that it was enough partying. So we walked around to try and find Pansy to inform her that we were heading out.

"Y/N/N, there you are! I was looking all over for—oh...I see." Pansy said once we found her, smirking at the both of us, "Had fun?"

"Yeah, the party was a lot of fun. Thanks, Pans. We're going to head out now, I can't have any more drinks or I can't go home." I chuckled.

She continued smirking at us, "Uh huh. Stay safe you two, drive home safely."

After that, we both head on out and was met with the quiet cold air instead of the loud party music once again. I was freezing cold, I shouldn't have put my coat in the car. Harry seemed to notice as he started to take off his own coat.

"Here, wear this." he wrapped his coat around my body and stood there as if he's not freezing to death.

"What about you? I have my own coat, it's just in my car." I said but he just shook his head.

"It's alright, just bring it back to me when we go to your dads for the new years. I'm not that cold anyways."

I chuckled and held onto the coat tighter, "Thank you, Harry. Really. Thank you for hanging out with me at the party as well."

He smiled, "No worries. Truthfully, I wanted to talk to you ever since you stepped in. I saw when you just arrived, but I didn't say anything."

He paused for a few seconds and gulped before continuing, "I just wanted to say that you look extremely pretty tonight. You've always looked pretty, honestly. And uhm...I'm really glad I got to see you again tonight."

I tried so hard not to blush, but it probably wouldn't even show because my cheek and nose were already red from the cold, "I'm really glad I got to see you too, Harry."

We then said goodbye to each other and started to walk our separate ways to our own cars, but then he took my hand and turned me around before giving me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't let you leave without doing that." he said quietly.

I stood there, shocked. Smiling shyly and didn't do anything but nod my head slowly, "Alright, bye for now...Get home safe." he said as he walked away and waved.

I kept staring at him until I saw him apparate. I touched my cheek and couldn't help but smile widely. I don't know what in Merlins name just happened but whatever it is, I'm glad I came to this Christmas reunion party.

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The Moons Star

“ l have a granddaughter? ”

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" Sirius why can't you understand we can't take care of her in this condition? " Remus said as he packed his daughter's clothes in a bag as fast as he can while his husband cradeled their daughter in his arms trying to get her to stop crying.

"so, what should we do we can't just leave her like this whatever is going on with us shouldn't effect her she is just a child Remus" Sirius said as he swayed his daughter in his arms.

" I am not saying to leave her but for the time being while we are dealing with our divorce instead of troubling her with all this we can leave her with someone trust worthy " Remus said.

" And who is that Remus all of our friends are too young and with the war going on we can't just leave her with anyone" Sirius said.

" Well there is one person can leave her with" Remus said.

"Who?" sirius said.

" Your mother " Remus said and Sirius's eyes widened at that.

"Are you mad we can't just leave her with my mother you don't know how that women can be Remus" Sirius said.

"Sirius she is our only option we can't take care of her like this it can effect her" Remus said and Sirius signed he looked at his daughter he knew what Remus was saying is right they can't take care of her like this he looked at Remus and noded.

"Alright" Sirius said. Remus signed in relief as he closed the zip of the bag he finished packing.

" Great I'll send a letter to walburga explaining her of our situation" Remus said and picked up a parchment and quill to write a letter to walburga. Sirus sat in a chair as he thought of the mistakes he made that caused all of this to happen.

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“ Oh my god Sirius I can't believe you" Remus said as he rushed outside of the room of the apartment they shared.

" It's not what it looks like" Sirius said he walked Behind Remus tying his robe.

" Oh! Really then what is it like don't tell me she was just seeing how the bed feels with you lying on top of her " Remus said as he picked up his daughter and went out of the house. July snape saw what happened from the room and came out of the room and hugged Sirius.

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" Here I wrote the letter please give it to the owl to deliver it." Remus gave the letter to Sirius he noded and went to give the letter to owl. Remus signed and looked down at his daughter.

" I am sorry love. "

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Heyy! Guys so this was the first chapter of moon's star. in this story I have taken characters from my story on wattpad ultraviolence. So that's it bbye!!

[shiftingfanatic]

guys help im trying to shift again but idk if i want harry, george, or theo 🥴

ive always been a george girly but harry is so me and sassyyyyyyyyyyy

i lowk need to read some harry fics and george fics but there isn't much of either 😞😞😞

and ik i wanna be friends w like literally everyone

im besties w blaise and good friends w the slytherin boys and harry n george literally HATEEEE slytherins 😒

plus im a ravenclaw and wolfstar daughter

HELPPPP

[myjealouseyes]

Request from an anon: flirty wolfstar!daughter, honestly i just want to see harry & wolfstar!daughter get all lovey dovey with each other.

Content warning; kissing in detail. A little bit suggestive.

A/N — hello 🤭🤭 I hope this is good nonnie. I giggled the whole time I was writing this. French translated by DeepL.

Request a drabble request here.

It didn’t take Harry much convincing to get you in his dorm once he told you he wouldn’t be attending his quidditch practice during breakfast. He claimed he was ‘under the weather’ and in need of ‘immediate TLC,’ adding a cough and an exaggerated pout for good measure. You rolled your eyes and hid your smile behind your hand, before agreeing to come ‘nurse him back to health.’

However, nursing seems to be the last thing on his mind as he’s pulling you in his lap and gripping your hips. His lips mold perfectly into yours as he leans against his headboard, bringing you down with him. You dig your fingers into his hair to pull him away, leaving you both breathless. After a few seconds, Harry leans in again but you hold his head back tsking softly. “Mon cœur,” you all but purr in his ear. “Be patient.” It’s fun, watching him stew in heat as it climbs up his neck and face. His fingers flex around your waist as he tries to clear his throat. “Y-You—Godric, you don’t play fair...” He stutters at you as you hold back an amused chuckle.

“So in other words, the french does it for you. Noted.” You smirk lazily. He tries to scoff in denial, but you know you’ve got him. The idea fuels your fire enough to kiss down his neck. The whimper he lets out is almost pitiful, it makes you feel powerful. It brought on a slick kind of pleasure in knowing only you could make him feel the way he does now. “Shush,” you mumble against his neck. “There’s plenty where that came from amour. Promise.”

[moonbread123-wattpad]

3 AM Things

TW: none, beginning of the story is a texting conversation

Type: fluff

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!fem!reader

Summary: Reader has been having trouble catching sleep, so Harry decides to help her out.

Feel free to leave comments, I love reading them

'Arry Pottah!<3

You

If god sends me to hell

I will simply not go

what will he do?

send me to hell?

I'm already not going

'Arry Pottah<3

It's 3 am for god's sake

Actually you do have a point-

You

Im coming over

'Arry Pottah<3

please dont

not seen

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Y/n stepped carefully off of her bed. The room was dark. The only light was coming from outside the window. It was a clear night and a gentle breeze blew in. Y/n walked out of the dorm gingerly, jumping at the softest of noises. She flew down the stairs and across the common room.

She held the door of the common room, but didn't open it just yet. Instead, she grabbed a few cookies from the cookie jar (refilled daily by the house elves) and rushed out of the common room.

The corridor was cold. The night air stung her face and neck, but she reminded herself that she'll have Harry for warmth in a moment. She went straight, rounded a corner, checked for Filch's cat, and rushed down the steps. She hopped over the last two and went straight along the corridor. A few more steps, and she reached the Fat Lady's portrait. She was snoozing in the frame, and the canvas was slightly ajar.

Y/n looked in and, sure enough, Harry was sitting in the longer sofa by the fire. It was him who had opened the portrait to let her through. He turned around and smiled at her. She smiled back as she stepped in and closed the portrait behind her.  She tiptoed across the carpeted floor and sat next to Harry.

'Cookies?' She offered.

'Thanks', Harry mumbled as he took a cookie. 'I know why you're here', he said with a teasing smile.

'Shut', Y/n reprimanded. 'It's not my fault I'm scared of the dark'.

'You traversed a quarter of the castle alone, in the dark, to get here. Surely your roommates are enough to keep you company at night?'

'Well, they don't have fucked up sleep schedules. And I can't cuddle with them, can I?'

Harry just smiled and opened up an arm. Y/n took the invitation and leaned into it, nuzzling her head around his shoulder.

'I should be studying for my O.W.L.s, but here I am, consoling a child who's scared of the dark' Harry teased.

'I'm not a child', Y/n said.

Silence.

'Do you think we'll have to got to war against You-Know-Who?'

The question caught Harry off guard. He didn't mean to talk about this, especially not when he's supposed to be acting sweet and sappy. 'Don't think about it now, love', he said as he kissed the top of her head. 'Whatever happens will happen'.

'That's a surprisingly casual way of thinking about a war'.

Harry said nothing. Y/n shifted her head onto his chest. Harry put his hand in her hair, gently stroking it, and Y/n drifted off into a delicious slumber listening to the beating of his heart.

[iamthesilentwriter]

Swimming Lessons

Harry Potter x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Harry learn to swim, but that’s easier said than done – your fear of the water inhibits your ability to step into the pool. However, with the help of Sirius, you finally gather the courage to swim.  

Warnings: anxiety, brief panic attack, fear of the water, mentions of blood

Author's Note: Sorry for posting late! I got distracted studying for my Physics final lol. I enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoy reading this.

Word Count: 4773

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You stand at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the warm tiles, but all you can focus on is the expanse of water in front of you. Harry’s bouncing on his toes beside you, excitement radiating off him, while your heart pounds in your chest. The pool seems so big, so deep.

“Come on, sweetheart! It’s fun, I’ll hold onto you the whole time,” James calls from the water, his arms outstretched toward you. His smile is wide and reassuring, but the thought of stepping into the pool makes your stomach twist.

Before you can protest, James reaches up and gently lifts you into his arms, just like he always does. “It’ll be okay,” he says as he steps toward the water, his voice soft and encouraging. “I’ve got you. You won’t even go under.”

The second his foot touches the water, your body locks up, tension shooting through your limbs. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping them tightly, your fingers digging into his skin as you cling to him. The pool feels impossibly deep as you look over his shoulder. The water looks like it’ll swallow you whole.

“N-no,” you whisper, your voice shaky as your heart races faster. “No, I don’t – I don’t want to.”

James continues walking toward the pool, gently reassuring you, but your panic starts to build. Your breath comes in shallow, rapid bursts as your mind races with thoughts of sinking, of not being able to touch the bottom, of the water pulling you under. The edges of your vision blur as fear tightens its grip on you.

“No!” you cry, your voice breaking as your fear spills over. You start squirming in James’s arms, desperately trying to get away from the water. “Please! Please, no! I don’t want to go in!” Tears flood your eyes, blurring your view of the pool as you begin to sob. “Please, don’t make me!” Your small hands grip his shoulders even tighter, trembling uncontrollably.

James stops immediately, concern flashing in his eyes as he feels your panic. “Okay, okay,” he says softly, his voice calm and soothing. He carefully steps away from the water and kneels at the pool’s edge, still holding you tightly against him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to go in. I won’t make you. It’s alright.”

You sob against him, the panic still swirling in your chest, but his words start to reach you, grounding you just enough. James gently sets you down on the warm tiles by the pool, crouching beside you. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, his face full of concern. “No one’s going to make you, okay? You’re safe.”

You nod, sniffling, trying to calm your rapid breathing. But the fear still lingers, making your heart race.

Harry is already in the pool, wrapped in Lily’s arms as she bounces him gently through the water. He’s giggling uncontrollably, his face lit up with joy as Lily spins him around, sending splashes in every direction.

“Look, look!” Harry calls out, his laughter filling the air. “I’m swimming!” He kicks his legs wildly, water splashing up around him, and you watch as he laughs again, so carefree and happy.

James glances over at Harry and smiles softly before turning his attention back to you. “See? Harry’s having fun. When you’re ready, maybe you’ll have fun, too. But only when you’re ready.”

Harry, noticing your tear-streaked face, wriggles out of Lily’s arms and paddles toward the pool’s edge. “It’s okay,” he says with a grin, his small hand reaching out to pat yours as you sit frozen by the edge. “You can watch us, and maybe later we can swim together!”

His words are kind, but the fear still tugs at you, too strong to ignore. You nod again, biting your lip as you try to smile back. Watching Harry swim so easily, splashing and giggling in the water, only makes the pool seem even scarier. You hug your knees to your chest, unable to tear your eyes away from the deep, blue water.

James ruffles your hair gently. “Hey, no pressure. We can try again another time. You’re doing great just being here.” His voice is soft, soothing, and it eases some of the tension in your chest.

Lily waves from the pool with a warm smile, still holding onto Harry as he kicks and splashes. “You’re welcome to join us whenever you feel ready!” she says cheerfully, her voice light and encouraging. "But no rush. We’re just happy to have you here.”

You feel Harry’s hand gently squeeze yours again. “I’ll stay with you, okay?” he says. “We can watch Mum swim together.” You nod, taking a deep breath, the panic slowly starting to fade with the comforting presence of James beside you and Harry by your side. The water still seems so big, but with them here, it doesn’t feel quite as terrifying anymore.

The morning sun glows bright and warm, but the coolness of the water sends a shiver up your spine. Lily crouches beside you with bright, colourful floaties in her hands, her voice soft and reassuring as she slips them onto your arms. “These will help you float,” she says, adjusting them gently. “You’ll feel safe with them.”

Harry, already bouncing excitedly beside you, grins as his own floaties puff around his arms. “Look at me!” he exclaims, racing toward the shallow end. Without a second thought, he jumps into the water with a splash. “It’s so fun! Come on, you have to try!” His laughter echoes as he kicks his legs, floating easily.

You watch him, your stomach tight with anxiety. The way the water moves unsettles you, its ripples unpredictable. You take a hesitant step toward the pool, dipping your toes in, the chill creeping up your spine. It’s colder than you expected, and you pull back, biting your lip.

Remus kneels beside you, his presence grounding, his voice steady and kind. “You don’t have to rush, love,” he says softly. “We’re right here. Just go at your own pace.”

Encouraged by his words, you take another step into the water, feeling it rise around your ankles. But as it reaches your knees, panic flares in your chest. The moment the floaties touch the surface, they lift your arms awkwardly, making you feel unsteady. The sensation of being buoyed without control grips you, and suddenly, all you can imagine is sinking beneath the surface.

Your breath catches, and before you realize it, you scramble out of the pool, slipping slightly as you pull yourself onto the edge. Your heart races, your whole body trembling as tears stream down your face.

Harry notices immediately, stopping his splashing to swim to the edge, his face full of concern. “Are you okay?” he asks, pulling himself out of the water. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You can’t answer, your breaths coming in shaky gasps.

Remus is there in an instant, scooping you up with care, wrapping you in a soft towel. He holds you close, your small body trembling against his. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he murmurs, gently stroking your hair. “You’re okay now. I’ve got you.”

You cling to him, burying your face in his shoulder, trying to calm down. “I’m scared,” you whisper, your tears soaking into his shirt.

“I know, love,” Remus replies, his voice full of understanding. “It’s okay to be scared. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Lily kneels beside you, her hand resting on your back. “You were so brave for trying,” she says gently. “You don’t have to swim if you’re not ready. We’ll be here whenever you want to try again.”

Harry, still hovering nearby, looks guilty as he fidgets with his floaties. “I didn’t mean to make you scared,” he says quietly, his eyes full of worry. “I just thought it’d be fun.”

“It’s not your fault, Harry,” Remus reassures him, adjusting you slightly in his arms. “She just needs more time, that’s all.”

You nod against Remus’s shoulder, still shaking but starting to feel safer. His hand continues to rub gentle circles on your back, and slowly, your breathing begins to even out. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart calm you, little by little.

Harry sits down beside you, his hand resting lightly on your arm. “We can try again later,” he offers. “Only when you’re ready, I promise.”

You give a small nod, comforted by the support around you, knowing that when the time comes, they’ll be there to help you.

It’s late afternoon, the sun casting a warm golden light over the backyard, but all you can focus on is the sound of Harry’s laughter echoing through the air. James and Lily are in the pool, playing a game with Harry where they dip him under the water, just for a moment, and then lift him back up. Harry giggles wildly every time, water droplets flying off him as he splashes and kicks.

“Again, again!” Harry shouts, his eyes sparkling with joy as James lifts him up, then quickly dunks him under before pulling him back up. He bursts out of the water, laughing uncontrollably, tiny waves rippling around him.

You stand a few feet away on the pool deck, your toes just barely brushing the edge of the water. You’re watching them, your heart thumping nervously in your chest. It looks fun – Harry’s having so much fun – but the thought of being dipped into the water, of going under even for a second, sends a wave of anxiety through you.

“Come on!” Harry calls out to you, grinning from ear to ear. He splashes toward you, water droplets hitting your legs. “It’s so fun, I promise! You can do it, too! I’ll hold your hand!” He reaches out to you, his small, wet hand extended, waiting for you to take it.

You swallow hard, staring at his hand. He’s your best friend, and he’s smiling so brightly, so sure you’ll love it. Your heart pounds as you take a small step closer to the pool, your eyes flicking to the water and back to Harry. The water ripples around him, not deep, but deep enough for you.

“See?” Harry says, his voice full of excitement. “It’s just like going under and popping back up. It’s fun, I promise. We can do it together!”

Your hand twitches, wanting to reach for his, but as you step closer to the edge, your mind races. You imagine the water closing over your head, feeling the cool pressure around you, your feet unable to touch the bottom. You imagine yourself sinking, lost in the water with no control, the surface feeling so far away.

Your breath catches in your throat, and a sharp pang of fear strikes you. The image of being completely submerged flashes in your mind, overwhelming you, and without thinking, you scream.

“No!” The word bursts from your lips as you stumble backward, fear gripping your chest like a vice. Your feet catch on the edge of the pool deck, and before you know it, you fall back onto the hard tiles with a thud, your eyes wide, heart racing.

“Sweetheart!” James’s voice is filled with concern as he wades through the water toward you, his movements quick and careful. Lily gasps, her hands reaching for Harry, who looks stunned by your reaction.

You sit there, trembling, your breathing shallow and fast. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the fear coils tighter in your chest, making it hard to catch your breath.

Lily pulls herself out of the pool and crouches beside you, her hand gently resting on your shoulder. “It’s okay,” she says softly, her voice calm and soothing. “You’re safe. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

James is beside you now, crouching down to your level, his eyes full of worry. “Hey, it’s alright. No one’s going to make you go in. You’re okay,” he reassures you, his voice low and gentle.

You’re shaking, your hands trembling as you pull your knees to your chest. Harry’s laughter is gone now, replaced with a guilty frown. He steps out of the pool slowly, water dripping off him, and he looks at you with wide, sad eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, his voice small and regretful. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought it would be fun…” He shuffles his feet, his head hanging low as he stands in front of you, clearly upset that he’s frightened you.

You shake your head, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. You want to tell him it’s not his fault, that you just got scared, but the words won’t come out. You just keep trembling, the image of the water swallowing you whole still too vivid in your mind.

Lily rubs your back gently, her hand warm and comforting. “Why don’t we take a little break?” she suggests kindly, her voice soft and calm. “How about we go inside and have some ice cream? We can try again another time when you’re ready.”

James nods in agreement, still kneeling beside you. “That sounds like a good idea,” he says, giving you a small smile. “We’ll have a nice break and forget all about swimming for now. What do you say?”

You manage a small nod, still feeling shaky but grateful for the kindness surrounding you. Harry steps closer and offers you his hand again, this time not to lead you into the water, but just to hold.

“Can we still sit together?” Harry asks, his eyes full of concern. “I won’t do anything scary; I promise.”

You take his hand, and even though the pool is still behind you, the fear begins to fade as the promise of ice cream and the warmth of your friends make everything feel a little bit better.

The sky is streaked with soft hues of orange and pink as the sun sinks lower, casting a warm glow over the backyard. The air feels cooler now, the heat of the day fading into the early evening, and the pool, bathed in the fading sunlight, looks more inviting. Dinner is over, and the quiet sounds of water lapping against the edges of the pool fill the air.

You sit on the pool’s edge, your legs dangling into the water, the coolness licking at your toes. The water ripples gently, but to you, it still feels vast, endless – too big. Your chest tightens with a familiar wave of anxiety, your heart pounding faster as you nervously kick your feet, the small splashes doing nothing to ease the tension building inside.

Lily crouches beside you, her smile warm and reassuring as she hands you a pair of bright, colourful water wings. “These will help keep you above the water, sweetie,” she says softly, her voice gentle as she slides the inflatable wings onto your arms. “They’ll help you float, see? You won’t go under.”

You glance down at the water wings, feeling the slight pressure on your arms, but it doesn’t chase away the worry knotting in your stomach. You want to believe her, you want to trust that you won’t sink, but as you stare at the water, the familiar fear bubbles up again. It feels too deep, too overwhelming.

In the pool, Remus is waiting, his arms outstretched and a patient smile on his face. “I’m right here,” he says, his voice calm and steady. “I’ll catch you if you decide to get in. You’re safe, I promise.”

You look at him, your feet still in the water, feeling the coolness against your skin. His presence is comforting – he’s always made you feel safe – but even with him waiting, the water seems too big, too unpredictable. What if you slip? What if you can’t get back up?

Your feet stop kicking, and you slowly pull them out of the water, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. The water wings feel silly now, like they can’t protect you from how overwhelming the pool feels. You shake your head, a lump forming in your throat as you try to swallow the fear. But it’s too strong, and you can’t push past it.

“I… I can’t,” you whisper, your voice small and shaky. You squeeze your arms tighter around yourself, as if trying to hold the anxiety inside.

Remus swims closer, his face full of understanding. He doesn’t push you or tell you that you have to try. Instead, he just nods, his gentle smile never fading. “That’s okay,” he says softly, his voice carrying over the quiet evening air. “You don’t have to get in if you’re not ready. We can try again when you feel more comfortable.”

You nod, relief flooding through you, even as your heart still pounds. The fear is still there, but knowing you don’t have to face it tonight eases some of the tension in your chest.

Lily pats your shoulder gently, standing up beside you. “We’ll leave it for now,” she agrees, her smile kind. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here.”

You glance back at the pool, the water still rippling softly in the evening light. It doesn’t seem as scary with Remus and Lily here, but the thought of slipping under is still too much for you right now.

You breathe out slowly, watching as Remus climbs out of the pool, shaking the water from his hair. He smiles at you again, and this time, you manage a small smile back.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll feel brave enough to try again. But for now, you’re okay just sitting by the edge, with your feet dry and your heart a little less heavy.

The afternoon sun beats down, warm and inviting, casting a golden shimmer over the surface of the pool. The water looks so peaceful, so still, and you can hear Harry’s giggles as he splashes around, completely at ease in the water. He’s been swimming for what feels like hours, and you’ve been watching from the edge, unsure. The pool sparkles, but to you, it feels like it’s pulling you in – too deep, too dangerous.

Harry calls out to you from the water, “Come on, it’s fun! You can do it!” He laughs, waving at you, his small hands splashing water everywhere.

You take a hesitant step closer to the edge, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe this time, maybe today, you’ll be brave enough. You inch closer, toes barely touching the slick tiles, eyes fixed on the rippling water.

Then it happens – your foot slips.

Your heart jumps into your throat as your legs give way. You try to catch yourself, but the edge is wet, and your hands miss their grip. You pitch forward, panicked, your arms flailing as you desperately try to regain balance. Your heart is pounding so loud it’s deafening, and you can feel the cold water getting closer – too close.

At the last second, you catch yourself on the edge, scraping your hands and knees as you pull back with a gasp. You collapse onto the pool deck, your whole body shaking, tears already streaming down your face. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and you can’t stop the sobs that escape your throat. It’s too much – it feels like you’re drowning, even though you’re not in the water.

Harry is out of the pool in an instant, rushing over to you, his face full of worry. “Are you okay?” he asks, dropping to his knees beside you, his wet hands grabbing your shoulder. “What happened?”

But you can’t answer. You’re crying too hard, your chest tightening with every breath, and the world feels like it’s closing in around you. The water, the fear, it’s all too much. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You just keep shaking, your palms and knees stinging from the scrapes.

Lily is suddenly at your side, her hands soft and warm as she cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she murmurs gently, her voice soothing. “You’re alright. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out.”

Her voice cuts through the panic, and you try to match your breathing to hers, but it’s hard. You feel so small, so scared.

“There you go,” she whispers, rubbing your back softly. “Nice and slow. You’re safe. It’s alright.”

Gradually, your breathing slows, and the world starts to come back into focus. But your hands and knees are stinging, and when you glance down, you see red scrapes all over them, little beads of blood forming. You whimper, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” Lily sighs, noticing the scrapes. “Let’s get that fixed up, shall we? You’re okay. We’ll patch you up in no time.”

She gently guides you to sit up, brushing the hair out of your face. Harry is still by your side, his brow furrowed with concern. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his voice small. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shake your head, wiping at your eyes with shaky hands. “I-It’s not your fault,” you manage to whisper, but your voice is shaky too. The fear is still there, bubbling under the surface.

Lily presses a kiss to your temple. “You don’t have to swim if you don’t want to,” she reassures you softly. “Being afraid of the water is okay. You’re not alone in that. And being scared? That’s a good thing sometimes – it keeps us safe.”

Harry, his eyes still wide with concern, runs off to grab the first aid kit, and Lily sits with you, holding your hand, her calm presence steadying you. “It’s okay to be afraid of swimming,” she continues, her voice low and comforting. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

When Harry comes back with the first aid kit, Lily smiles at him and takes it from his hands, carefully patching up the scrapes on your knees and palms. “See? All better,” she says with a warm smile, bandaging your scrapes gently. “You’re so brave, you know that?”

Once she’s finished, she picks you up, cradling you close as she walks over to one of the lounge chairs. She sits down with you in her lap, your small body still trembling slightly from the lingering fear. But her arms around you feel safe, and the pool doesn’t seem as scary from here.

Together, the two of you watch Harry return to the water, laughing and splashing like nothing ever happened. Lily strokes your hair, her voice soft as she reassures you again. “There’s no rush, love. You’ll get there when you’re ready. And when you are, we’ll be right here with you.”

You rest your head on her shoulder, still feeling small and shaken, but a little safer now, watching Harry play in the water from the comfort of her arms.

The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the pool, its rays softening as they stretch across the water like liquid gold. The gentle splashing of Remus, Lily, and James echoes through the air, mingling with the warm breeze. Their voices drift toward you, each word laced with encouragement.

“Come on, love,” your dad calls, his tone light and full of hope. “Just one last try before the day ends. You’ve got it.”

Lily’s smile is bright as the sunlight. “You’ve done so well. Just a little more,” she says, waving you over.

James, ever the playful one, splashes water in your direction with a teasing grin. “We believe in you!”

But their words, no matter how kind, feel like stones sinking in your stomach. You glance at the water, the way it ripples and glistens, but all you see is how deep it is, how overwhelming. The pressure swells in your chest, and the familiar tightness of fear begins to creep in. You don’t move.

Instead, you slip away from the pool's edge, quietly turning your back to the water. No one notices as you pad over to the shaded area where your daddy – Sirius – sits alone on a lounge chair, watching everyone with his thoughtful, distant gaze. He hasn’t gone near the water all day, and somehow, you find comfort in that.

You stand beside him, unsure of how to start, so you simply ask, “Daddy?”

Sirius looks up from his thoughts, his face softening the moment he sees you. That familiar smile spreads across his lips – the one that always makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. “Hey, little one,” he says gently, his voice like a warm embrace. “What’s going on?”

You hesitate, then glance toward the pool. “Why aren’t you swimming?”

He tilts his head, his smile growing just a bit, like he’s been waiting for you to ask that very question. “Sometimes, I don’t feel like it,” he replies, shifting his gaze to the water. “The water can be a little scary, can’t it?”

You nod, the tension in your chest easing ever so slightly. It feels good to be understood. You glance at the pool again, your earlier fears still lingering, but quieter now.

Sirius pats the chair next to him, and you sit down. “You know,” he begins, leaning in a little, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret, “when I was a kid, I was terrified of swimming.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You?”

He chuckles softly, nodding. “Oh yeah. I always thought the water would pull me under. I was sure of it. Every time I tried to swim; I was convinced it was too big, too deep.”

You can’t help but stare at him, at how brave you’ve always thought he was. Your daddy, afraid of something as simple as water?

“But the more I practiced,” he continues, his voice steady and calm, “the less scary it felt. The fear didn’t go away all at once, but it got smaller, little by little.” He turns to you, his expression warm and full of understanding. “It’s okay to be afraid. We all are sometimes. But you don’t have to do it alone.”

You bite your lip, feeling the knot of anxiety begin to loosen. “What if… what if the water pulls me under?”

Sirius’ smile softens even more. He stands, offering his hand. “It won’t. Not with me here. I promise.”

With a deep breath, you take his hand. Together, you walk back toward the pool, the sky now painted in hues of pink, purple, and gold. The air is cooler, but with Sirius beside you, the evening feels safe. The pool doesn’t seem as frightening as it did moments ago.

Sirius kneels down next to the water, lifting you gently under your arms and guiding you until your feet leave the ground. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice steady as his hands hold you up. “Just relax.”

You feel the water lap against your skin, cool but not overwhelming. The panic that usually rises in your chest doesn’t come this time. Instead, you focus on Sirius’ warm presence. His hands are steady, keeping you afloat, and for the first time, you don’t feel like the water is trying to pull you down.

You look up at him, and he’s smiling down at you, pride shining in his eyes. “See?” he whispers, like it’s a secret just for you. “You’re doing it. We’re doing it together.”

A small smile tugs at your lips, and for the first time all day, the fear feels… manageable. Slowly, cautiously, you let go of Sirius’ hand, testing the water on your own. You paddle tentatively, your movements slow and unsure, but the fear no longer controls you.

Sirius stays close, his eyes never leaving you. He’s ready to catch you if you need him, but he gives you the space to move on your own. His quiet pride is clear in every glance, in every soft smile.

From the pool, you hear cheers. Remus’s voice carries first, warm and excited. “That’s it, sweetheart!”

Lily’s laughter follows, and James is practically shouting with enthusiasm. “Look at you go!”

But you barely hear them. It’s Sirius’ soft, proud smile that stays with you, the one that tells you everything you need to know. You did it. You both did it, together.

As you paddle a bit further, the water no longer feels like an enemy. It feels like freedom. You glance back at Sirius, and he’s still there, watching you with that same quiet smile, his pride like a steady heartbeat, always there to guide you.

[siriuslynettey]

Pictures of young David Thewlis and Gary Oldman that give Remus and Sirius. 🐾🍫

just imagine Gary with long black hair pls

[moonyeyedstar]

Masterlist

Kinktober 2024

Ao3

Patreon

** is smut

Remus Lupin

*Be Mine- V-day*(Professor Lupin)

*First-Time*(Marauders Era)

*Thigh-riding*(Professor Lupin)

*Punish You*(Professor Lupin)

*Extra Help*(Professor Lupin)

*Forgive Me, Father*(Priest Remus)(pt1)(pt2)

*Hide*(Professor Lupin)

*Daddy's Girl*(Stepdad Remus)

*Full Moon*(Professor Lupin) (pt2) (pt3)

*Experiment*(Remus Lupin x James Potter)

*Kinktober Day 25: Sensory Deprivation*(Professor Lupin)

*Caught*(Professor Lupin ft. Professor Snape) (Audio)

*Vice*(Professor Lupin x Snape's Daughter Reader) (Audio)

Sirius Black

*Skinny Dip*(Marauders Era)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 1)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 2)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 3)

*Relax, Love,*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Truth*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Lap Dance*(Older Sirius)(Kinktober Day 14)

*Kinktober Day 22: Daddy Kink*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Kinktober Day 29: Phone Sex*(Older Sirius)

Wolfstar

Under the Mistletoe-Wolfstar Xmas(Remus POV)

*Attention*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Marauders Era)

*Starved*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Post Hogwarts Marauders)

*Kinktober Day 17- First Time Anal/ Praise Kink*(Older Wolfstar x Younger f!reader)

*Crawling Back to You- Hozier's Version*(Older Wolfstar)(Post Azkaban)

James Potter

*Cheer Up*(Marauders Era)

*My Brother's Best Friend*(James Potter x Y/n Black Marauders Era)

*Distraction*(Marauders Era)

*Experiment*(James Potter x Remus Lupin)

*Tit Fucking*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 1)

*Body Worship*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 9)

*Invisible*(Marauders Era)(Valentine's Day)

Marauders

*I Want You Both*(Remus Lupin x James Potter x Reader)

*Happy Birthday*(Poly Marauders x Reader)

*Orgy*(Poly Marauders ft Lily Evans, Mary Macdonald , Marlene Mckinnon x Reader)(Kinktober Day 2)

*Kinktober Day 31: Creampie/Cum Eating*

Marlene Mckinnon

*Victory*(Marauders Era)

*Face Riding*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 12)

*Kinktober Day 27: Oral/Fingering/Hair Pulling*(x reader ft Lily Evans) (Marauders Era)

*Insatiable*(ft. Lily Evans)(Marauders Era)(Top Marlene)

Lily Evans

*Kinktober Day 15: Breast Worship/Nipple Play*(Dom Lily)(Marauders Era)

*Kinktober Day 27: Oral/Fingering/Hair Pulling*(x reader ft Marlene Mckinnon) (Maruaders Era)

*Insatiable*(ft. Marlene Mckinnon)(Marauders Era) (Switch Lily)

Severus Snape

*Virgin*(Professor Snape)

*Cockwarming Parts 1+2*(Professor Snape)

*Valentine's Day*(Professor Snape)

*Detention*(Professor Snape)

*Meeting*(Death Eater Snape ft. Lucius Malfoy)

*Good Girl*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Older Narcissa Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Lucius Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 7: Catches you masturbating*(Professor Snape)

*Kinktober Day 10: Being Recorded/Whips/Glove Kink*(Professor Snape) (Audio)

*Kinktober Day 24: Bondage*(Older Severus Snape x Younger f!reader)(ft. Lucius Malfoy x Narcissa Malfoy)

*Caught*(Professor Snape ft. Professor Lupin) (Audio)

*Polished*(Snape x Maid Reader)(Valentine's Day) (Audio pt 1 pt2)

Lucius Malfoy

*Assistant*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader)

*Meeting*(Lucius Malfoy ft. Severus Snape)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader ft Severus Snape)

*Kinktober Day 24: Bondage*(Older Lucius x Younger f!reader)(ft. Severus Snape x Narcissa Malfoy)

Narcissa Malfoy

*Toys*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Good Girl*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader ft. Older Severus Snape)

*Touch Me*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Restless*(Older Narcissa x Younger Male Reader)

*Picture You*(Kinktober Day 20)(Older Narcissa x Younger f!reader)

*Kinktober Day 24: Bondage*(Older Narcissa x Younger f!reader)(ft Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape)

*Stuffed*(ft. Tom Riddle)

Regulus Black

*Thoughts and Prayers*(Kinktober Day 6)

*Kinktober Day 18: Cock Worship*

*War is Over*

Slytherin Skittles

*Share*

Tom Riddle

*Teacher's Pet*(Professor Tom Riddle)

*Kinktober Day 11: Gun Kink* (Mafia AU)

*Kinktober Day 23: Exhibition*(Lord Voldemort)

*Stuffed*(ft. Narcissa Black)

Draco Malfoy

*Fooling Around*(Male Reader)

*Stress Relief*(Draco Malfoy x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Minerva McGonagall

*Fantasy*(Professor McGonagall)

Barty Crouch Jr.

*Kinktober Day 19: Corruption/Training Kink*(Older Barty x Virgin Reader)

Oliver Wood

*Kinktober Day 16: Shower Sex*

Bellatrix Lestrange

*Kinktober Day 30: Knife Play*

Evan Rosier

*Kinktober Day 21: Hunter/Prey*(Death Eater Evan)

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Fantastic beast [newt scamander]

harry potter [wolfstar][remus lupin][regulus black][james potter]

the black phone [vance hooper]

enola holmes [sherlock holmes]

the walking dead [glenn rhee]

outa [peter pan][felix]

maze runnner [newt][gally]

dune [duke leto atreides]

rise of the guardians [jack frost][bunnymund]

big hero 6 [tadashi hamada][hiro hamada]

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———FANTASTIC BEAST————

newt scamander

@moonlit-imagines - your husband coming home to find a baby niffler hanging from your neck

@spideyharrington - one and the same

————HARRY POTTER————

wolfstar

@wolfstardaughter-jj - like fathers,like daughter

@masivechaos - you remind me of him

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remus lupin

@ddejavvu - grumpy remus x sunshine reader

- ___

- y/n loving when remus ramble

- sleepy cuddles with remus

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regulus black

@ddejavvu - the reader intentionally mistook sirius as snape

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james potter

@reysdriver - lucky charm

———THE BLACK PHONE———

vance hopper

@angelofthenight - are we about to kiss?

@mirrorballshiningjustforyou - vance with a opposite reader

- vance x cheerleader reader

————ENOLA HOLMES————

sherlock holmes

@marvelousmando - the game is afoot indeed

@love-strawberry - we'll be alright

@st-juliet - pulse point ♡

———THE WALKING DEAD———

glenn rhee

@the-daily-multi-fandom-post - gleens lover girl

@refiwrites - tepidity

@captain-tch - trinkets

——————OUAT————————

@thepiratequeenofneverland - A Poly introduction

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peter pan

@heliads - dating peter pan would include

@evangeline-perry - peter pan relationship

@bad268 - peter pan fluff alphabet

@justpan - Kindness and Cruelty 

@mysadcorner - peter with a quiet!reader

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felix

@goldenxshine - dating felix and wearing glasses would include

————MAZE RUNNER—————

@toxicbubblegum212 - snow in the glade

@virginia-peters - ___

@givemearock - tmr boys if you gave them a rock

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newt

@heliads - men and tea

@witchthewriter - jealous newt with a medjack girlfriend would include

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

gally

@cantstoptheimagines - rbf

@writingandimagines - gally teaching you how to defend yourself

@5sospenguinqueen - dating gally would include

@gladerscake - territorial

@witchthewriter - being gally's s/o would include

——————DUNE————————

duke leto atreides

@nonpoppin - beard

@dailyreverie - you are what’s important right now

- your touch

- hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder

@starryeyedstories - like real people do

@catlordewrites - in the water

- a little less lonely

@lightsinthedistancee - how it feel to be free

@geo-winchester - like we used to be

@supernovafeather - new home ♡

@letstalkaboutshtufff - opposites attract

@pumpkin-stars - stalwart

@ophelialoveshandsomemen - you're handsome with snowflakes in your beard

——RISE OF THE GUARDIAN——

jack frost

@imagines-dreams - ___ (cupid!reader)

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bunnymund

@razzlerdazzler - bunnymund with a halloween spirit s/o who likes spring and easter

@daydreaming-away-reality - the sweetest thank you (mother nature!reader)

—————BIG HERO 6—————

tadashi hamada

@multi-fandom-imagine - pop rock kiss

- ___

@subtly-a-selkie - tadashi is here pt1

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hiro hamada

@thequeenrains - a night to a decade

@bigherosix2 - quarantining with hiro

@maycat-19-142 - ___ (poison!reader)