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James Fleamont Potter đ °â.
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Background đ¤Â°â
His mother Euphemia, affectionately known as Effie came from a large wizarding family in Pakistan, born the youngest daughter of seven. During her later years at Hogwarts, she began working under the matron as an apprentice which aided her in securing a job as a healer of the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's after Hogwarts.
His father, Fleamont was born into a wealthy yet small wizarding family, growing up as an only child. Fleamont achieved excellent grades for his O.W.LS giving him the opportunity to many career options however he decided to explore his love for potions. Using his family heritage, Fleamont brought a shop in Diagon Alley and began his potions business straight out of Hogwarts.
The two both attended Hogwarts but didnât meet until after they had both graduated due to their age gap. Fleamont had accidently injured himself while trying out one of his new potion recipes and Euphemia, a newly employed healer had taken the night shift. He fell in love with the way she carried herself and waited patiently until her shift was over to take her out for a coffee.
Fleamont and Effie despite both originating from pureblood wizarding families they actively stood up for both muggle born and muggle rights in the Wizarding World. Alongside this they further took on activism by advocating for the well treatment of magical creatures.
Both of Jameâs parents shared aspirations for having multiple children. Euphemia having come from a large family combined with Fleamont's own wishes for siblings as an only child, lead them to want multiple children. However, the couple struggled for years to finally fall pregnant in Effieâs 50s and Fleamontâs 60s. They had assumed they were unable to have children but then they were given a miracle. His birth was difficult and left Euphemia barren and had an extended recovering period.
Despite this James was still their miracle so they decided to pour all their love into him and spoiled him rotten.
James was raised to treat everyone with kindness and respect. His mother taught him how to be a gentleman which made her often scold him when she heard about his patronising of Lily in his early Hogwarts Years. Â
His love of Quidditch comes from his mother as she played on the Gryffindor team throughout her Hogwarts Years. From a young age, his mother had him on a broom soaring through the sky.
James would play in the meadow near his house during the spring and bring flowers for his mother which she liked to press and would often make bookmarks with her dried flowers. Euphemia kept every gift that James had made her. James didnât learn this until after his parents had died and he was cleaning up their house with the marauders.
Fleamont used to take James to his potions store when he was younger because James loved watching his father work.
James is a mamaâs boy through and through.Â
Even in his teen years if James has a nightmare while at home he will cry into motherâs shoulder. She will comfort him the same way she did when he was a little boy.
James grew up as a bilingual child speaking both Urdu and English in his household. Due to this, like many bilingual children, his speech was delayed. Both his parents cried when he said his first word because they had been worried about his delayed communication milestones. As a toddler he would mix up the two languages confusing his father and Euphemia had to translate for him.
However, after starting Hogwarts he was surrounded by English, majority British, so he spoke less of his motherâs tongue resulting in him forgetting some of it. Every few summers he tells himself heâll learn urdu properly, and every few summers, he forgets about this resolution entirely. After Euphemia died he relearned the language in time for her funeral.
Bollywood movies and dvds were a staple in the Potter house.
Fleamont liked to watch old dvds for nostalgiaâs sake, and as a result, James grew up watching them as well.
Physical Appearance đ¤Â°â
His big growth spurt in maturity happened after winter break of 5th year.
Sirius and him are practically the same height, with only an inch or two difference.
His skin takes on a wheatish tone, his skin almost like the sun radiates. Manifesting the colour tone from yellow to light brown with warm undertones.
Jamesâs eyes are the type of eyes which make you feel safe and warm inside.
Possesses comforting brown iries like the colour of aged roots alongside the green of the springtime bubs make his eyes resemble a hazel tree. The hues of green in his eyes remind him of his time spent in his childhood running on the forest floor among gentle flowers.
He has a prominent Adamâs apple.
Curls adorn his face in a shade of black with hues of brown adding a natural highlight to his hair.
According to cannon
âJames was a tall, thin man who wore glasses, with hazel eyes and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back.âÂ
Personality đ¤Â°â
Constantly ruffing or running his hands through his hair.
This leads to the neglecting of making sure he was keeping his glasses on securely while flying, and they'd fall off.
James can and will sleep through almost anything.
Much to the annoyance of the maunders, James is a very loud snorer.
More often than most you will find Prongs happily eating leaves and grass on full moons.
James was so in love with Lily he never bothered to plan what to do if she ever accepted his offer. So, when she did, he became a stuttering mess.
He was incredibly smart but at the same time the token dumbass
Something changed in James when his beaten and bruised brother walked into his home on that rainy Christmas Eve.
When he returned to school the following term everyone thought he was trying to impress Lily after she called him âan arrogant wankerâ. In truth he had changed for Siriusâs sake.
Nothing comes before his friends
This man is the most loving one you will ever meet
Not only that but he loved hard and deeply, more so than anyone
James is very much a mother-hen. The marauders cannot avoid his fussing, making sure theyâre alright well-fed and watered. Almost like theyâre his houseplants.
Fleamont drilled tidy habits into Jameâs mind leaving him somewhat of a neat freak. Every month heâs doing deep cleaning because of the dirtiness of sharing a room with three other teenage boys.
Personal space does not exist, he is extremely touchy. It's his love language.
On the surface he likes to pretend everything comes easy to him but secretly he still must work hard to get good grades even if itâs at the last minute. He thinks it makes him cooler if he keeps a certain level of nonchalance but 50% of the time, heâs faking it till he makes it.Â
 He feels everything deeply. When he loves, itâs like a tidal wave of emotion, he feels like he would go to the moon for the person.Â
Notes and Trivia đ¤Â°â
His boggart is each of his friends crying alone, his biggest fear was not being able to help the people he loves when they need him mostÂ
Before Sirius and Remus start dating, James would carry Remus to the hospital wing after particularly rough full moons
All snuggles are initiated by him
He holds Remusâs hand after a rough moon
Heâs the matchmaker of Hogwarts
Jumped at the chance to spend time with Lily when she asked him to help her get Dorcas and Marlene together
Tried to call Sirius snuffles before they came up with padfootÂ
He knows Lilyâs cycle better than she does
So, when that time of the month comes, heâs the most dotting boyfriend you ever did see
Surprise hugs are his speciality
He is the best transfiguration student that McGonagall ever taughtÂ
He ruffles his friendâs hair,
kisses them on the check, and holds their hands to make them smile or when theyâre upset
His father gifted him a calligraphy set for his fourteenth birthday which was the start of his love for writing letters
James always has his camera with him and has collections dedicated to all his friends
He is also a mother-hen with the younger Gryffindor students especially when heâs head boy.
He felt lonely growing up as an only child, but his wish was fulfilled when his parents practically adopted Sirius.
@h3arts4strs This is for you babes >3
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So, I really love the selection of Tim Walz for VP and itâs taken me a moment to articulate why. I mean, obviously, Dem bonafides, heâs sharp, heâs funny, etc etc. But everyone in the Veepstakes fits that bill, Harris was spoiled for good choices.
But Walz offers something that the other men in contention donât that I think will be incredibly useful in combating Trumpism.
He offers an example and an off ramp to the section of men who felt like they were Republicans by default, and so support Trump by default. There are a lot of Trump voters who are full on obsessive, but thatâs not who weâre talking to. Weâre talking to folks who grew up in Republican areas, or felt their hobbies didnât line up with who a Democrat was, or didnât feel represented by their image of a Democrat. You want to see it so you can be it, you know? Which is why Harris is so inspirational to a lot of segments of folks, but Walz is too.
He served in the military. He went to a state college. Heâs your favorite teacher from your public high school. Heâs your football coach who actually cared if you were passing your math class. Heâs the guy you looked up to at school when your family sucked but this guy cared, and he helped you get out and make something of yourself.
Heâs the neighbor who helps you jump your car. Heâs your uncle who takes you hunting. Heâs your Dad who loves teasing you at the Stare Fair. Heâs you when he makes a mistake like his DUI and takes responsibility for it, and when he has the chance makes sure other can come back from similar mistakes. Heâs you when you and your wife want so badly to be parents and IVF gives you the family you wanted. Heâs you when he says âit had to be meâ and used his standing and power to protect vulnerable kids sponsoring the GSA at his school.
He gives the real life example to these men that they can be that football, fishing, hunting family man who wants to provide for his family, be that powerful, respected member of the community and use that power to feed kids in school. That itâs normal to enthusiastically work for a boss like Harris. That yeah those other guys are fucking weirdos, and youâre not a weirdo, are you?
That thereâs a place in the Democratic Party for them. That they donât have to default to being fucking weird.
I hope those guys see this example of masculinity and go⌠yeah, thatâs me. Thatâs who Iâm gonna be.
#us politics#tim walz#I think Harris made an excellent selection#who will support her and her agenda#and gives us some non-law school and non-Ivy rep thatâs desperately needed#but his brand of masculinity I think is gonna be attractive to white men who donât like being grouped with weirdos#and white women in their 50s & 60s who look at him and see their Dad whome they miss#Harris chose well
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"If you could switch places with them, would you do it ?" "In a heartbeat" Redraw of this
#harry potter#hp#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar dad au's my beloveds#this is my love letter to all fic writes btw
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Their cat is called Treacle and both he and Harry make it their life's mission to drag Draco away from doing the taxes
#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#cat dads#hp fanart#my art#drarry fanart#harry potter fanart#draco x harry#hpdm#dmhp#treacle the cat
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requested!! thank u anon, i hope u can enjoy :)
summary: the entirety of y/nâs pregnancy with their son, atlas. [novâ18âmayâ19]
cw: unexpected pregnancy, labor + labor pains, fem!reader. i think thatâs it!!
word count: approx 12.3k
| hope yall donât mind that i included louis in this. i miss him fr. also, thank u again anon <3 hope this wasnât too long
Life had slowed, but only justâsomehow still breezy with that undercurrent of momentum that carried him from One Direction fevered heights, to the steady rhythm of his own solo journey. Fame was no stranger, but this? These moments were the ones he cherished most. He glanced at his wife, her eyes twinkling as she sat with their son. The simple joy of this evening reminded him of how far they had come. The quiet, intimate wedding in Holmes Chapel five years ago, the shockwaves it sent through the internet because they had managed to keep it so private, and then, only a year later, the unexpected news that YN was pregnant with Atlas.
He could still remember the exact moment he found out about their little surprise, how the world had seemed to tilt on its axis when she told him. It had been unplanned, a complete shock, but one that had filled him with a profound sense of love and responsibility.
Five years ago felt like a lifetime ago, yet it also felt like yesterday.
Five Years Earlier â November first, Holmes Chapel
The cold was sharp outside, but the small cottage Harry and YN had rented for the holiday season felt warm, cozy even. A fire crackled softly in the fireplace, and YN sat curled up on the couch, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. Outside, a gentle snow, the first of the season, had started to fall, covering the village in a blanket of white.
Harry had been out all day, helping his mother with some last-minute holiday preparations. The quiet of the house felt calming to YN, but there was something on her mind, something that had been gnawing at her for the past month. Her period was lateâlater than it had ever been.
She had noticed other small things too. A slight queasiness in the mornings that she initially brushed off as stress from the hectic, upcoming holiday season. But now, as she sat there, the weight of realization started to sink in. She might be pregnant.
Her heart pounded as she thought about it. They hadnât planned for this. They had only been married for about a year, and though they had talked about children, it had always been a vague, distant future sort of conversation. But now, the possibility was staring her in the face, and she wasnât sure how Harry would react.
Would he be excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed?
She glanced at her phone, considering whether to text him and ask him to pick up a pregnancy test on his way home. No, that felt too impersonal.
She had paced the empty hallways of the cottage, occasionally texting her husband back or scrolling through instagram. She knew Harry like the back of her hand, he wouldnât be upsetâperhaps a bit overwhelmed, but upset? No, from the years theyâve known each other, he loved children. She couldnât count on her fingers the amount of dance sessions, hide and go seeks, and cartoon watching sheâd walk in on when he was with the children of his family or friends. And from the discussions theyâve shared of their own future children, she knew heâd be ecstaticâshe just didnât think itâd be so soon.
A few hours later, the front door creaked open, and Harryâs voice echoed through the small cottage. âLovey, yâhere? Sâcold as hell out there.â
She stood, wrapping Harryâs sweater tighter around her frame, trying to keep her nerves in check as she walked towards him. He looked so carefree, a light dusting of snow in his hair, his cheeks rosy from the cold, a grin already stretching across his face when he saw her.
âGot yâfavorite mince pies from the bakery,â he announced, holding up a small paper bag as he walked towards her. âMum says we need to fatten you up fâthe winter.â
YN laughed softly, but it didnât reach her eyes. She could feel the words bubbling up in her throat, but she didnât know how to say them. Instead, she took the bag from him and set it on the counter.
He began to shuffle around the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a few glasses. He absentmindedly hummed a tune his wife didnât quite recognize as he floated toward the freezer, pulling out a frosted glass bottle of rum with a smile. âMum said she wouldâve made it herself butââ He laughed, shaking his head as he set the bottle down on the counter with a heavy clank. âSheâs decorating the house. Looks like autumn threw up in there.â
YN only responded in a gentle chuckle, one that made him look up with his eyebrows furrowed. Harry frowned, immediately noticing the shift in her demeanor. He paused, his eyes scanning her face with concern. âEverything alright, sweet girl?â
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. Her eyes burrowed into his, shifting gaze from one eye to the other. Her lips parted, unsure of how to form the words that sat heavily in her throat. She exhaled, managing a smile as she shook her head. âJust a bit tired, thats all.â
She couldnât tell him until she was sure. If he were to be overjoyed, she didnât want to get his hopes up on the off-chance she wasnât pregnant.
Harry paused for a moment, not fully convinced, but he didnât want to push. If something was wrong, sheâd tell him when she felt ready. So, he only smiled back as he unscrewed the rum and poured into the square glasses. He looked at her expectantly as he raised his eyebrows, bringing her a glass.
She stared at it as if it would jump out at her, her reflection waning in the amber liquid. She pulled her lips between her teeth, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed. âNot feeling it tonight.â
At that point, Harry knew something was wrong. He furrowed his eyebrows, setting her��well, what was supposed to be hersâdrink on the counter before he took a sip of his. âYou sure yâalright?â
She brushed it off with a laugh, stepping toward him as he remained leaning against the counter. YN pressed a gentle kiss on his rum-slicked lips, cold to the touch. âYou worry too much.â
He wrapped his arm around her head, pulling her into his chest with a sigh. âRightfully so, mâlove. Stubborn as a mule, you are.â
She scoffed, though only humor was laced in her tone. She pushed back from him, folding her arms over her chest with a feigned frown.
âWhat?â He smiled, taking another sip. âShould be titled an archeologist the way I dig for your heart.â
âOh shut it, Styles. Youâve done no such thing.â
He laughed, placing his glass on the counter behind him and gently holding onto the edges. âYouâre only proving my point, lovey.â
She rolled her eyes, flicking his chest before she began to step off toward the bedroom. YN looked over her shoulder expectantly with a sly smile. âYouâre not gonna join me?â
She didnât need to ask him twice.
He tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside as his wifeâs laughter echoed down the hallway. She darted toward their bedroom, her giggles trailing behind her like music. Grabbing his glass from the counter and kicking off his shoes, he chased after her, a wide, mischievous grin lighting up his face.
There was a gloomy, gray sky the next morning, the kind where the clouds stretched thick across the sky, holding back any hint of sun. YN had woken up before dawn with a gnawing queasinessâa feeling that had been creeping up more often lately. She pressed her hand to her stomach, trying to calm the discomfort.
She reached into the plastic bag, pulling out the small pregnancy test she ordered from doordash before the sun rose. She had tipped the dasher generously before staring at it in the restroom for what felt like hours. Her mind buzzed, unsteady with thoughts she couldnât quite wrangle. The idea of being pregnant had only crossed her mind like a shooting star. She was nervous. They were still basking in the simplicity of their life, the unexpected quiet of their year-old marriage. This hadnât been in the plan.
But here she was, two minutes ticking by like hours as she stared at the test resting on the edge of the sink.
And then, there it was.
Two blue lines.
Her heart raced, a mix of emotions she could barely process flooded her chest. She didnât know what she was supposed to feelâexcitement, worry, fear? It was all tangled together in a knot she didnât have the strength to untangle. She felt a hint of guilt wash over her; how could she feel uncertain about something so beautiful? But it was real, and she knew it. This was so real.
She sank to the edge of the clawfoot tub in the small bathroom, hugging her arms around herself. She let herself sit there for a while, just breathing in and out, letting the realization wash over her like waves on a shore, eroding her hesitation bit by bit. Eventually, she felt a warmth begin to spread, a tentative but growing love, a sense that maybe, just maybe, this was meant to be.
Oh, godâbut Harry.
Mere discussions about a hazy future never felt so prophetic.
Footsteps on the old wooden floor outside the bathroom brought her back to reality. Harryâs voice called from the kitchen, warm and sleepy, a mug clinking on the counter. âLove, you up?â
Her stomach twisted again, this time more with nerves than nausea. She took a deep breath, tucking the test in her hand and opening the door. As she stepped out, she found her husband leaning against the counter, his hair tousled from sleep, a soft smile on his face as he sipped from his mug.
âCouldnât fall back asleep,â she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.
Harry raised an eyebrow, setting down his mug as he studied her face, his expression shifting to one of gentle concern. âYouâve been off since yesterday, please, just tell me whatâs wrong?â
YN took a breath, feeling the weight of the words she was about to speak. She crossed the small space between them, the floorboards creaking softly under her bare feet. Her hands trembled as she reached for his, and he immediately stilled, sensing her unease.
âDonât freak out, okay?â She said, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
Harryâs gaze softened, his fingers curling around hers. âAlright,â he murmured, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. âSwear it.â
She swallowed, her eyes dropping to where their hands joined, and finally, she managed to say it. âIâmââ she sighed, âIâm pregnant.â
The words hung in the air between them, and she felt his hand go still, his thumb pausing mid-stroke. She dared a glance up at his face, and in his eyes, she saw the shock sheâd been expecting. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldnât quite find the words.
It was the longest silence sheâd ever felt.
And then, slowly, a smile began to break across his face, soft at first, hesitant, but growing. His eyes sparkled with something she hadnât expectedâsomething gentle and pure, and so, so warm. âYouâre⌠serious?â
She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips, a mix of nerves and relief. âYeah. I know itâs not what we planned, and Iââ
Harry pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up tightly as if he never wanted to let go. She felt his heartbeat racing against her cheek, felt the slight tremor in his breath as he held her.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes glassy with emotion. âThis is⌠I mean, I wasnât expecting this, butâŚâ He paused, his voice catching. âBut, YN, thisâthis is everything.â
A smile broke across her face, the warmth in her chest growing, all her fears melting as she looked up at him. âAre you sure?â
Harry laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. âIâm sure.â His eyes held hers, full of something she could only describe as love beyond anything sheâd known before. âI mean, look at us. Weâve done everything backwards and upside down, havenât we?â He chuckled, his dimples deepening. âWhy not this too?â
They laughed together, and in that moment, all her worries felt so small, so distant. Harry pressed his forehead against hers, his hands holding her gently. âI canât believe it,â he whispered. âWeâre going to be parents?â
YN nodded, her own laughter mingling with tears she hadnât realized were there. âI guess we are.â
Harry wrapped her up again, his arms strong and sure around her. âOur little family.â He looked around, a spark of excitement lighting his gaze. âThe start of everything, right here.â
They stood there, wrapped up in each other, in the quiet of the small cottage, a peacefulness settling over them. The morning light had started to creep in through the windows, casting a soft glow over them, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly still.
But as the initial excitement settled, the reality of the situation hit her hard. Morning sickness, which was more like all day sickness for YN, kicked in with a vengeance. She wondered what crime she may have committed in a past life to deserve such a karma.
She spent most of her mornings hunched over the toilet, her stomach in knots, while Harry hovered nearby, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words. âItâll pass, baby.â He would say, though there was a flicker of worry in his eyes every time she retched.
The first trimester was rough. YN felt exhausted all the time, her body aching and her emotions all over the place. There were days when she could barely keep food down, and the nausea was so overwhelming that she couldnât even stand the smell of Harryâs cologne.
But through it all, he was a constant source of support. He made her ginger tea in the mornings, rubbed her feet when they swelled, and stayed up late with her on the nights when she couldnât sleep. He even held her hair back during the worst bouts of sickness, never once complaining or losing his patience.
Still, telling their friends and family was daunting. Anne had been thrilled, of course, immediately launching into grandma mode, talking about knitting booties and baby blankets. But YN worried about telling the public. Harry had always been fiercely protective of their privacy, and the idea of sharing something so intimate with the world felt overwhelming.
âI donât want people to think anything bad of me.â She admitted to him one night as they lay in bed. She had spent the entire day feeling nauseous, and her nerves were frayed.
Harry propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a gentle smile. âNo oneâs going to think like that, baby.. And if they do, then screw âem. This is our family. No one elseâs.â
His words, simple as they were, helped ease some of the anxiety gnawing at her. They would announce it when they were ready, and in the meantime, they would enjoy these private, intimate moments together.
A few weeks later, when YN was finally starting to feel a little better, they gathered their closest friends and family to tell them the news. Harryâs friendâs were among the first to know. They had gathered at their place in London, a casual get-together that didnât feel too obvious or formal.
Jeff had been the first to catch on, his brow furrowing as he noticed YN sipping ginger ale instead of her usual glass of wine on occasions like these. âWait a minuteâŚâ he began, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he glanced between them. Oh God, youâre pregnant arenât you?â
The room fell silent for a moment as Harry and YN exchanged a glance, a grin tugging at Harryâs lips. âSurprise!â
The room erupted into chaos. Mitch nearly fell out of his chair, laughing and shouting congratulations at the same time. Pauli looked like he might cry, and Sarah immediately started teasing Harry about how heâd better get used to sleepless nights.
âYou two are gonna be knackered for the next eighteen years,â she quipped, though there was a deep affection in her eyes as she clapped Harry on the back. âBut youâll be great parents. I know it.â
As the weeks continued to pass and YNâs belly began to show, Harryâs excitement seemed to grow right along with it. He took over more and more of the household chores, practically hovering over her with a devotion that was both endearing andâjust occasionallyâa little over the top. But that was Harry; he never did anything halfway, and preparing to become a dad was no exception.
One evening, after a long day, they lay in bed, YN nestled against Harryâs chest as he rested a hand on her belly. His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles over her small bump, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.
âHave yâthought about names?â he asked quietly, voice almost a murmur. There was a trace of wonder in his eyes, as if he were asking the question for the first time.
She smiled, shrugging lightly. The idea of names had been floating around in her mind for a while, but nothing had quite felt right yet. âMm, Iâve got a few in mind,â she said with a teasing glint in her eye. âThink Iâm just gonna call âem Fetus for now.â
Harry let out a laugh, his face lighting up as he shook his head. âPoor kid,â he said, voice full of warmth. He shifted lower, pressing a soft kiss to her belly. âFetus Styles,â he whispered against her skin, his lips brushing her gently, sending a spark of laughter through her.
Her smile never faltered, fingers combing through his curls as he settled his head on her bump, gazing up at her through his lashes. He held her gaze for a moment, then suddenly broke into a grin, blowing raspberries onto her belly with glint in his eye.
She laughed, Harry faltering into her growing tummy as his phone began to ting with a mess of texts. He grabbed his phone that lay upon his wifeâs thighs, sitting up beside her against the headboard with a wide smile as the phone illuminated his face.
She knit her eyebrows together, leaning her head against his shoulder. âWho has you smiling?â
He unlocked his phone, âLou. I told him I had to talk to him tonight.â
She laughed as Harry clicked on the contact, pressing the facetime icon as the ringing filled the air. âItâs what..?â She trailed off, flickering her eyes in thought. âNoon in LA? Surprised heâs even up.â
After a beat, the screen flashed to life, and there he wasâLouis, bleary-eyed, half-sprawled across his couch, nursing a mug of tea. He squinted at the screen, a smirk forming as he took them both in.
âBloody âell, look at you two all cozy!â He drawled, taking a sip. âThought I was interrupting somethinâ.â He chuckled, giving them a teasing wink.
Harry rolled his eyes, holding the phone between them. âShut up. Weâre just havinâ a quiet night in.â He glanced over at YN, then back at the screen, his grin a little wider. ââNd I needed to talk tâyou, yeah?â
Louisâs smirk softened, curiosity lighting up his expression. âRight. Whatâs this then?â
He took a quick breath, almost unable to keep the smile off his face as he turned the phone back to YN, who gave Louis a warm smile before glancing at Harry. He squeezed her shoulder, then looked back to the screen, letting the words tumble out. âWeâre havinâ a baby!â
For a moment, Louis just stared, the mug paused halfway to his lips as he absorbed the words. His mouth broke into a grin, and he let out a laugh. âOi, youâre pullinâ my leg!â He leaned closer, shaking his head. âWait, wait, youâre serious, arenât ya?â
âDead serious,â YN said, her voice gentle as she leaned in closer to Harry. âWeâve known for a few weeks now, but wanted to tell you ourselves.â
He sat up straighter, rubbing a hand over his face as he took it in, his grin somehow widening. âJesus, Haz. A dad,â he mused, a playful sparkle in his eye. âI mean, didnât see this cominâ back when you were too busy worryinâ about a pair of blue suede shoes to think about nappies.â
Harry let out a laugh, playfully nudging YN. âSee, Iâm just followinâ yâexample, mate.â
Louis snorted, giving a mock scowl. âBetter beâFreddieâs halfway to graduating high school it feels like. Youâve got some catchinâ up to do.â He settled back into the couch, softening as he looked at them both. âBut seriously, this is brilliant, you two. Gonna make one hell of a mum and dad, arenât ya?â
Harry glanced over at YN, his gaze lingering, soft and full of a quiet pride. âHope so,â he said, smiling down at her before turning back to Louis. âJust been⌠sittinâ with it. So many things I wanna teach âem, yâknow?â
âBest get started on that lullaby playlist, then,â Lou teased, though there was warmth in his tone. âBet youâre already planninâ that first guitar lesson.â
YN laughed, rubbing a hand over her belly. âItâs just been a whirlwind, honestly. We havenât even found out the gender yet.â
Louis grinned, raising an eyebrow. âSurprise ân all? Makes it even better. Though if yâneed tips on anythinâ, Iâve got all the dad tricksâlike what not to say when theyâre askinâ questions in front of their mum.â
âGreat,â Harry chuckled. âStart a whole book for me, will ya?â
Lou winked, lifting his mug. âAlready makinâ notes. First chapterâs on nappies and the art of avoidinâ baby food on your shirt.â Then, his expression softened as he leaned closer. âNah, for real. Couldnât be happier for you two. And for that kid, too. Already got the best start with you both.â
Harry swallowed, his hand finding YNâs, giving it a gentle squeeze as he held his friendâs gaze through the screen. âMeans a lot, youâll be his grumpy, old uncle, yeah?â
Louis grinned, nodding with a playful glint in his eye. âBest beâIâll have âem singinâ the chorus to No Control by the time Iâm done. YN, darling, donât you worryâIâll keep him in line.â
YN chuckled, leaning her head on Harryâs shoulder. âIâll hold you to that, Lou.â
âDamn right you will,â Louis shot back, settling back against his couch, eyes full of pride and a mischievous excitement. âAnd when Iâm back over, sâgonna be you two doinâ the nappies, while I teach that kid how to annoy his dad.â
Harry feigned a groan, rolling his eyes dramatically. âWhy am I not surprised?â
âCheers, mate.â Louis raised his mug, a glimmer of something genuine in his gaze. âCanât wait. Love you both, yeah?â
Harry grinned, feeling the weight of Louisâs words. âLove you, too, Lou. Cheers.â
And as they hung up, YN nestled closer, both of them feeling the joy of sharing their secret with someone whoâd been there for it all.
A few months had passed, and YN was officially eighteen weeks pregnant. The kitchen was quiet, filled with the warm scent of vanilla as Harry carefully set a single white cupcake on the counter. Heâd insisted on something private, just the two of them. No big reveal party or confettiâjust a simple cupcake with the surprise hidden inside. YN stood beside him, hands resting on her bump, a grin tugging at her lips as she watched him fuss over it.
âYouâre really gonna make me cry over a cupcake, arenât you?â she teased, nudging him lightly.
Harryâs eyes sparkled as he looked over at her, dimples deepening. âJust yâwait.â He handed her the small knife, his fingers brushing hers, and his voice softened. âReady?â
She nodded, her heartbeat picking up as she sliced through the cupcake. Slowly, she pulled the two halves apart, then stared down at the filling inside.
Bright green.
For a moment, they both froze, staring down in complete confusion. Harry tilted his head, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed as he looked at her, then back at the cupcake. âUh⌠mâpretty sure green wasnât one of the options.â
YN snorted, a laugh bubbling out as she lifted the cupcake up to inspect it. âMaybe theyâre tellinâ us weâre having a little Niall?â
Harryâs eyes crinkled as he burst into laughter, clutching his chest. âGod help us if thereâs a little Irish guitar player in there.â
She grinned, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. âYou think theyâll come out singinâ âMull of Kintyreâ?â
Harry laughed, covering his face with his hand. âFirst wordsâll be potato, just yâwatch.â He shook his head, still chuckling. âThis is what we get for trustinâ a bloody cupcake.â
She rolled her eyes, reaching for her bag on the counter. âShouldâve gone with the doctorâs letter instead of dessert.â After a moment of rummaging, she triumphantly held up the small, folded envelope, smiling. âAlright, now you ready?â
Harry nodded, moving closer, his hand resting gently over hers as she slowly unfolded the paper. They both took a breath, glancing at each other before reading the bold, printed words inside.
Right underneath a blurry ultrasound picture printed onto the visit summary, there it was written.
Fetal sex: Male
For a heartbeat, they both just stared at the words, the realization washing over them like a warm tide.
âA little boy,â Harry murmured, his voice filled with awe as he shook his head in disbelief. âWeâre gonna have a son.â
YNâs eyes sparkled as she looked at him, a wide smile breaking across her face. âA son,â she repeated softly, her hand covering his on her belly. Already, she could see himâa little boy with Harryâs eyes, his laughter, his kindness.
Harry swallowed, his own eyes misty as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, then resting his against hers. âThink weâre ready for him?â
She let out a soft laugh, brushing away a tear. âNot even close,â she whispered, her fingers lacing with his over her belly. âBut I think weâll do just fine.â
It was mid February by this point, a few weeks after celebrating Harryâs twenty-fifth birthday. The air had a sharp chill, and YN readjusted Harryâs oversized hoodie that hung off her growing frame, something that hid her bump well. They were dressed comfy and warm, Harry in a pair of sunnies with his hoodie pulled over his head. She nestled closer into her husband as they walked through the quiet side streets of London. Theyâd just finished lunch at their favorite cafĂŠ, savoring the rare chance to slip out together unnoticed. She pulled the hoodie over her head as a gust of wind brushed by.
âWish we had days like this more often,â Harry murmured, his fingers lacing through hers as they made their way back to the car. âJust us, yâknow?â
She smiled, leaning into him. âYou mean just the two of us and fetus?â
Harry squeaked out a laugh that sounded like the ones from his early days in the x-factor, squeezing her hand. âRight, fetus. Canât forget our little tagalong now.â
But as they turned onto the next street, something shiftedâa distant hum of voices, then a sharp click of a camera. Before they could react, the quiet street filled with flashes, and a group of paparazzi materialized around them, spilling onto the sidewalk.
It wasnât a swarm, just about five or so that were tipped off about Harry walking about the city in a pair of sunnies, as if that could keep him hidden.
âHarry! Harry! Just one photo!â A bald man shouted, pushing forward. The camera flashes came in rapid succession, blinding in the midday light.
He immediately shifted, drawing YN closer to his side, his hand protectively resting into her waist as he tried to steer her forward. âAlright, mate, thatâs close enough,â he called out, his voice tense but calm.
âHarry, are the rumors true?â another voice shouted, barely inches from them, more cameras held up like a barrier.
âJust please let us through, yeah?â Harryâs voice was firmer now, his hand moving to shield YNâs face, pressing her into his chest as the crowd closed in tighter.
A jostle from the side sent her stumbling, and Harryâs arm tightened around her, his jaw clenched. âHey, enough!â he barked, his voice sharper than sheâd ever heard it. He guided her forward, his body acting as a buffer as he tried to clear a path.
âJust one shot, Harry!â a paparazzo persisted, his lens pointed squarely at YN, his hand cupping her cheek as he pressed her face further into his chest, her heart pounding as she held onto Harry.
He shot a glare of his shoulder, jaw clenched as he remained silent, maneuvering his wife past the cameras, his hand never leaving her. He kept his eyes trained ahead as he led her through the last stretch to his car.
Finally reaching the door, he opened it for her, a quick but steady gesture, ushering her in and following right after. The cameras pressed in one last time as he shut the door firmly, finally sealing them off from the swarm outside.
Inside, the car was quiet, insulated from the chaos that still buzzed outside, windows tinted as legally possible. YN let out a shaky breath, her hands in her hoodie pocket as she glanced over at Harry. His face was flushed, a mix of worry and lingering frustration in his eyes.
âYou okay?â He asked, his voice gentler now, his hand pulling hers out of the pocket, thumb brushing over her knuckles as he studied her face.
She nodded with a faint smile, trying to steady herself. âNot our first rodeo, H.â She tried to joke. And it was true, it surely wasnât the first time theyâve been bombarded by paps. YN wasnât famous prior to meeting Harry, a smart girl as beautiful as she, he simply couldnât ignore.
She was a friend of Anneâs best friendâs daughter, bumping into each other at a family gathering in 2014, immediately becoming close friends. He offered her a ride home that night, and when she thanked him profusely and offered to give him gas money, he knew then and there he was going to fall in love with this woman.
Fans and paps galore started delving into her life in late 2015, when a grainy picture of them kissing at a bar after a London show exploded on twitter. Since then, she always known about the lack of privacy in Harryâs life. And honestly, sheâs still trying to adjust to it.
He exhaled, his fingers tightening around hers. âHate that they got that close to you. Wish theyâd just..â He trailed off, clenching his jaw as he glanced out the window, his gaze hardening when he saw the cameras still lingering in the distance.
She squeezed his hand, her voice soft. âItâs alright, baby. Iâm alright.â She could see the tension in his shoulders slowly easing, though he still held her hand as if anchoring himself. âThey donât know, and thatâs okay for now. Itâs just us, remember?â
Harry nodded as he pulled from the curb, driving down the narrow street toward the red light. He turned back to her, his green eyes softening, and he nodded slowly. âJust us. Right.â His shoulders relaxed a little more, a trace of a smile returning to his face as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead while the light was still red.
But before he could pull away, she let out a small gasp, eyes widening as she felt a firm, insistent little nudge low on her belly. She looked up at him, her own hand moving instinctively to her bump.
Green illuminated over them, a honking echoing from behind as he froze in concern. âWhat?â He breathed, turning a corner to head to the grocery store in the distance, seeking a temporary refuge in the parking lot. He glanced between YN and the road, heart beating in his ears. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He raised his voice, though it wasnât out of anger, just an anxiety that threatened to boil over.
She shook her head, her face breaking into a soft smile. âNothingâs wrong, Harry. He just kicked.â
Harryâs eyes lit up instantly, his frustration melting away as he stared at her, a grin forming slowly. âHe did?â
She nodded, pulling his hand to her belly as he parked. âRight here. Just now.â
He held his breath, his palm pressed against her bump, waiting. And there it was againâa tiny but unmistakable kick, nudging firmly against his hand.
Harryâs face broke into a radiant smile, his whole expression softening with awe. âOi, thereâs my little striker,â he mused, his voice thick with affection as he looked down at her belly. âWeâll have you in a Man United kit before youâre out of nappies, wonât we?â
She laughed, his words melting away the last traces of tension from the encounter outside. âGetting a bit ahead of yourself, arenât you? Picking his team and all?â
He grinned, his eyes crinkling with pure excitement. âNo chance heâll be an Arsenal player.. First kicks mean weâve got a future midfielder on our hands, yeah?â He grinned, âDads gonna make sure yâgot the right colors on you, bub.â
YN couldnât help but laugh, her heart swelling as she watched the joy take over his face. She reached up, tucking a curl behind his ear, her fingers lingering against his cheek. âHeâs already got you wrapped around his tiny little foot.â
Harry chuckled, leaning in to kiss her, his hand still resting against her belly, feeling another small nudge. âSâpose Iâll let him get away with it. Just this once.â
*
March arrived in a blink.
It was early, the kind of early that still belonged to the night, when Harryâs phone buzzed on the bedside table. The world outside was still draped in darkness, the streets silent, as if London itself hadnât quite woken up. Harry stirred, slowly pulled from the depths of sleep by the vibration of his phone. He squinted in the dim light, his vision blurry, barely able to make out the name on the screen. Jeff.
With a quiet sigh, Harry picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear and trying to shake off the last bits of sleep that clung to him. He glanced over to YN, who lay nestled beside him, her breathing soft and even, lost in a peaceful slumber. Gently, he reached out and brushed his fingers along her cheek, a tired but adoring smile tugging at his lips. She stirred slightly, her head nuzzling into his hand, and he felt a warmth rise in his chest. Moments like this felt sacred, untouched by the outside world.
But then Jeffâs voice broke through the stillness, sharp and apologetic.
âHarry,â Jeff said, his tone low and serious, as if he wished he were calling for any other reason. âListen, I hate to do this to you, but weâve got a situation.â
Harry straightened, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. âWhat is it, mate?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, unwilling to wake YN just yet. He kept his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing gently along her skin, grounding himself as he listened.
âThereâs a magazine,â Jeff continued with a hesitant sigh. âThey got photos of you and YN leaving the clinic yesterday after the ultrasound. Theyâre planning to release them tomorrowânoon sharp.â
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. Harryâs jaw tightened after he took a shaky breath, his eyes falling back on YN, still blissfully asleep. Theyâd planned everything so carefully, wanting to share the news of their son on their own terms. Theyâd waited for the perfect moment, wanting to protect this piece of their life from the relentless intrusion of the outside world. And now, it was slipping out of their hands.
âTomorrow?â he murmured, his heart pounding. He felt a surge of anger rising, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. Jeff waited in silence on the other end of the line, letting him process the news.
âYeah,â Jeff said softly. âI wanted to give you a heads-up. Figured youâd want to tell people yourselves, do it in a way that feels right.â
Harry nodded, even though Jeff couldnât see him, his fingers still resting on YNâs cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. âThanks, Jeff,â he finally whispered, his voice tight. âIâllâermâweâll figure it out.â
He ended the call and placed the phone back on the table, his shoulders slumping as he tried to process what to do next. He looked down at YN, her face peaceful in the darkness, and he felt a pang of guilt at the thought of waking her. She deserved this moment of rest, free from worry and the weight of the world pressing in on them. But he knew he couldnât keep this from her. Not when it was about their son.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hand moving to cradle her cheek as he murmured softly, âBaby, wake up.â
She stirred, her brows knitting together as she blinked up at him, still half-asleep, a faint smile gracing her lips as she registered his face. âH?â she whispered, her voice groggy and warm. âWhat time is it?â
âToo early,â he murmured, his own voice weighed down by the news he had to deliver. âSorry tâwake you, but thereâs something we need tâtalk about.â
Her eyes focused, a flicker of concern replacing the drowsiness as she sat up a bit, her hand resting on his. âWhatâs wrong?â
Harry took a deep breath, brushing a thumb across her cheek. âItâs the pictures,â he paused with a sigh, âfrom yesterday, after our appointment. Paparazzi took photos, and theyâre planning to release them by noon tomorrow.â
The weight of his words settled over her, and she let out a quiet sigh, her gaze dropping to the bed. Theyâd known this was a possibilityâtheir lives were never entirely privateâbut it didnât make it any easier to swallow. She leaned into his touch, her fingers lacing through his as they both sat there in the stillness of the early morning, grappling with the realization that their hand was being forced.
âWhat do we do?â she asked softly, looking up at him with a mixture of worry and sadness.
Harryâs hand moved to hold hers, his grip gentle but steady. âWe tell everyone ourselves. Today. Weâll release it before they can, on our own terms.â He paused, his voice softening. âItâs not what we planned, but, at least we can still share him with the world our way.â
YN gave him a small nod, her eyes meeting his with a quiet resilience. They both knew they didnât have any other choice. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they took a moment to steady themselves, finding strength in each other.
âOkay,â she murmured after a beat. âI trust you.â
They spent the next hour in the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom, talking about how to share the news. Eventually, Harry decided on something simple, something that would feel personal without giving too much away. He reached for his phone and opened the photo gallery, scrolling until he found the ultrasound image from their last appointment. It was a grainy black-and-white shot, but to him, it was beautifulâa glimpse of their son, small and precious, already loved beyond measure.
He glanced at YN, who gave him a reassuring nod, and then he took a deep breath, opening Instagram. With his fingers hovering over the screen, he crafted the caption, choosing each word carefully, his heart pounding in his chest.
Iâve been waiting to share this part of our journey with you all for a while now. YN and I are expecting a son, and we couldnât be happier to welcome him into the world soon. Thank you for your love and supportâcanât wait for you to meet him.
Love, H
He read it over, then looked at YN, who leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She gave him a small smile, her fingers brushing his arm. âItâs perfect, babyâ
With a final deep breath, he hit post, setting the phone down and letting out a long, steadying exhale. They sat there in the quiet of their room, wrapped up in each other as the reality of what theyâd just done settled over them. This was the first time they were sharing their son with the world, and it felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
Within moments, notifications began to flood in, messages of excitement, love, and support from fans around the world who had been waiting eagerly for news like this. Harry glanced at YN, his hand finding hers once more as he gave her a small, relieved smile.
âCats outâv the bag.â He laughed softly.
She leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âThey love you, H. Theyâll love him, too.â She reassured.
As the sun finally began to rise outside their window, casting a gentle warmth over the room, Harry held her close, feeling a sense of peace he hadnât expected. Despite the forced timing, despite the circumstances, they had done this together. And from this moment on, they would continue this journ, hand in hand, as a family.
Weeks passed by, and it another chilly March evening, and soft candlelight flickered in the bathroom, casting a warm glow over the walls as steam rose lazily from the tub. The couple sat tucked into the water, surrounded by a mountain of bubbles that floated between them. The bathroom was cozy as Harryâs arms wrapped around her from behind, she leaned back against his chest, her bump nestled between them.
Heâd insisted on running the bath for her, adding just the right amount of lavender oil to soothe her muscles, and now they were enveloped in that warm, calming scent, the soft sounds of water lapping around them. Harryâs hands rested gently on her belly, his fingers tracing light circles over the stretched skin as he hummed contentedly, clearly lost in thought.
After a few minutes of quiet, he dipped his head to press a kiss to her shoulder, murmuring, âYou know, we havenât really settled on a name yet.â
YN grinned, biting back a laugh. "Sure we have. Fetus Stylesâdonât you remember?â
Harry groaned dramatically, his head falling back against the tub. "God help this boy."
She chuckled, turning her head to look at him. "Fine, fine. So, what do you have in mind, love?"
Harry hummed thoughtfully, his fingers still tracing light circles over her bump. "I dunno. Something that isnât Fetus or something basic, like David.â
"Otis?" she suggested with a playful smirk. She knew he hated the name.
He snorted, his chest vibrating against her back, shaking his head. "Baby, Otis is the name of that big slobbery dog at the park. Our son deserves better than being named after a drool machine."
She playfully splashed a few bubbles toward him, her laughter filling the room.. "Alright, alright. So, we're vetoing Otis and Fetus, oh wise one.â
âGood,â he said, lowering his head ever so slightly and nibbling her shoulders gently. âSo, what else is on your list, then?â
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to recall some of the names sheâd been turning over in her mind. âI do like Ezra.â
âEzra,â he repeated, as if tasting the sound of it. âItâs alright. But it sounds like heâd be in a jazz band or something.â
âMaybe heâll be in a jazz band,â she countered, grinning as she nudged his arm. âA little musician just like his dad.â
Harry hummed, his fingers lightly drumming a rhythm against her belly. âAlright, fair point. Ezra can be a maybe. What else?â
She let out a thoughtful hum, swirling her hand through the bubbles. âWhat about August?â
âAugustâs alright I guess,â he said slowly, tilting his head as he considered it. âBut I donât know. August Styles..feels like heâd be a mischievous little troublemaker.â
âLike his dad, you mean?â she teased, glancing up at him with a knowing smile.
He grinned, shrugging. âIf he takes after me, heâll definitely be one,â he admitted, pressing a kiss to her temple. âBut I dunno. Still doesnât feel quite right. But I do like the idea of an A name.â
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their thoughts as the water lapped softly around them. Harryâs hands moved back to her belly, his touch gentle and reverent, as if he were trying to connect with their son through the warm water and the growing curve of her bump. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of the bath and the feeling of his arms around her.
After a while, Harry spoke again, his voice soft and thoughtful. âWhat about Atlas?â
YN opened her eyes, blinking up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. âAtlas?â
âYeah.â He shifted slightly, his hand still resting on her belly as he looked at her, his eyes warm. âItâs strong, yâknow? Unique. I like the idea of him having a name that feels like he could carry the world if he wanted to.â
YN let the name settle, repeating it to herself, and feeling it take root, becoming more than just a word. âAtlas Styles,â she said softly, letting the sound roll off her tongue. âIt fits him, I think. Strong like his kicks.â She giggled.
Harryâs face lit up as he grinned down at her, his dimples deepening, a twinkle of something unspoken sparking in his eyes. âExactly,â he murmured, trailing a hand gently over her bump. âAtlas Styles. Got the name of a proper legend already. Manchester United should be countinâ themselves lucky.â
YN laughed again, rolling her eyes as she turned to face him. âOh, really? Our boy is still going to save Manchester United, is he?â
âObviously,â Harry said, his grin widening. âJust imagine itâAtlas Styles, midfield maestro, dominating the pitch. The crowd chanting his name.â He mimics the sound of a roaring crowd in a hush, ââAtlas! Atlas!â He chanted in a whisper, âUnited will have never seen anything like him. Theyâd be winning the league every season with a name like that.â
She shook her head, fighting a laugh as she slipped a few bubbles onto his nose. âRight, because he wonât be busy enough carrying the world. Heâll just take Manchester United on his back too?â
Harry shrugged, brushing the bubbles away with a look of mock seriousness. âOur little Atlas can handle it all. With a name like that, heâll be unstoppable.â He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. âBut, if heâs not into football, I sâpose thatâs alright too.â
YN smiled, squeezing his hand, warmth spreading through her as she thought of their little Atlas and all the dreams they had for himâfootballer or not, world-bearer or not, he would be loved beyond measure.
*
The rain pattered softly against the window as April rolled in, casting a gentle gray light over the nursery. YN stood by the door, watching Harry wrestle with the crib pieces scattered across the floor. She cradled her belly, which had grown significantly in the last month. Her due date was set for mid-May, only a few weeks away, and she could feel the weight of their son settling lower, as if he, too, was getting ready for the journey ahead.
Harry sat cross-legged on the floor, brow furrowed in intense concentration as he squinted at the instruction manual. The crib, which he had eagerly declared would be a breeze to assemble, now looked more like puzzle pieces that lay scattered around him, screws and wooden slats in disarray, as he muttered under his breath.
âAre you sure you donât want me to help?â YN asked with a soft grin, leaning against the doorway as she watched him struggle.
He looked up, shooting her a playful glare. âIâve got it, thanks,â he insisted, though he seemed far from convinced himself. He twisted a screwdriver, only for the wood to creak ominously in protest. Harryâs cheeks flushed, and YN bit her lip, stifling a laugh.
âSure you do,â she teased, crossing her arms over her bump. âMaybe our son will be crawling by the time you figure that out.â
Harry chuckled, dropping the screwdriver with a resigned sigh. âAlright, alright,â he said, running a hand through his curls as he gave her a dramatic pout. âGo on, laugh at the man trying his best to be a good dad. Just what I need, huh?â
She laughed, stepping into the room to get a closer look at his progressâor lack thereof. âYouâre doing great, honey,â she said, her tone light. âMaybe just⌠not great at building cribs?â
He rolled his eyes, but the hint of a grin played at the corners of his mouth. âYouâre lucky Iâm too tired to argue,â he mumbled. Then, before she could respond, he reached out, gently tugging her down to sit beside him.
âHey!â she gasped, though she let him guide her down, leaning into his arms. Her back rested against his chest, and Harry wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
He maneuvered her gently onto the carpet, hovering over as his hands resting on either side of her, leaning close, his face only inches from hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âMaybe I should distract you so yâcanât mock me,â he murmured, his voice teasing.
Before she could respond, he started peppering her face with kissesâone on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin. She squealed, laughing as he continued, his lips brushing against her skin, his stubble tickling her and sending her into a fit of giggles.
âHarry!â she gasped between breaths, her hands on his shoulders as she tried to squirm away. âYouâre ridiculous!â
âRidiculous?â he repeated, grinning as he planted a kiss just above her lips. âMaybe. But itâs working, isnât it?â
She gave him a playful shove, but he only laughed, pulling her closer as he trailed his kisses down to her neck, the weight of him comforting as he hovered over her, his hands gentle on her sides. Finally, when her laughter had softened, he leaned back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze warm and full of affection.
God, how he loved her.
After a moment, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. âAlright,â he said with a sigh, glancing over at the mess of crib parts. âMaybe I could use those hands of yours.â
YN smiled, brushing her hand down his chest. âHm,â she hummed, âwhere?â
âOi!â The brunette giggled, swatting her wandering hand away as he sat up, shifting to be beside her. âWicked woman, you are. Get to work.â
She huffed, although there was no anger residing in her. Maybe an ache between her thighs, but thatâs something she could sort out with her husband later. She sat up, sitting cross legged beside Harry as he reached for the instruction manual.
The two of them sat side by side on the nursery floor, her hand resting over his as they sorted through the crib parts. Harry studied the instructions once more, pointing out the next few steps with a renewed confidence that was helped by her steady presence beside him. YN held the pieces steady while Harry carefully tightened each screw, the two of them working together, their laughter filling the room whenever something went slightly wrong.
Finally, after some teamwork, a bit of trial and error, and more than a few shared smiles, they placed the last piece into place, and the crib stood finished in front of them. They both sat back, admiring their handiwork, their hands intertwined as they took in the sight of the nursery coming together, piece by piece.
Harry looked over at YN, his gaze soft as he took in her face, still flushed from laughter. âNot bad for a couple of first-timers, huh?â
She leaned her head on his shoulder, holding her hands out in front of them and wiggling her fingers. âThanks to these.â
He snorted, gently taking her chin in his grasp to force her to look at him. âShut up and kiss me.â
As time passed by quicker than ever, spring took the city by full force, it was finally May. Flowers bloomed in their garden, trees shook with the delicate breeze of a looming summer. The sun fell behind the hills later and later, still offering a golden glow as they ate dinner.
A gentle rain drummed against the windows as YN and Harry shared a cozy dinner on the sofa, the warm light of a movie and fading sunlight flickering across their faces. They were nestled together, plates balanced on laps (and bump) as they laughed at an old comedy. Outside, the world felt comfortably distant. Everything about this moment felt ordinary, like the calm before a long-anticipated storm.
But YN hadnât been entirely honest with Harry tonight. She had felt a dull ache creeping into her lower back and belly since late afternoon, a sensation she had brushed off as yet another round of Braxton Hicks contractions. Her OB had warned her that false alarms would be common in these final weeks, and sheâd already had a few where theyâd rushed to the hospital only to be sent back home. So tonight, sheâd told herself that it was nothingâjust her body practicing, nothing more. But as they watched the movie, she found herself shifting uncomfortably, her breaths deepening whenever another wave rolled through her.
The contractions had grown stronger as they ate, each one hitting her lower back with a dull, throbbing ache before tightening sharply across her belly. She bit her lip, forcing a smile whenever Harry glanced her way, trying to play it off. But she couldnât ignore the way her body tensed or the cold bead of sweat she felt on her brow as she worked to stay composed.
As they finished their dinner, Harry stretched and stood, gathering their plates with a grin. âThink Iâll wash these up. You just sit there and relax, yeah?â
She smiled, nodding as he carried their dishes into the kitchen. He hummed softly to himself as he washed the plates, oblivious to the intensity of the pain building within her. She took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sofa as a new wave hit, this one sharper than before, radiating from her lower back and spreading between her hips, each pulse making her muscles contract and tighten. She fought to keep her breathing steady, her mind racing as she tried to convince herself it was nothing.
But then, as she watched Harry rinse a glass, her vision blurred with another wave of painâdeeper, sharper, as if her body was tightening from the inside out. Her breath hitched, and this time she couldnât hide the small gasp that escaped her. She braced herself against the sofa, her fingers digging into the fabric as she fought to breathe through it.
Harry looked over, his brow furrowing as he noticed the tension on her face. He set the glass down in the sink, wiping his hands on a towel as he stepped back into the living room. âLove?â he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. âYou alright?â
She forced a smile, trying to play it off, but her voice came out strained. âIâm fine. Justââ She grunted, âBraxton Hicks, I think.â But even as she spoke, it was like an aftershock of an earthquake, stealing her breath, the pain sharper than before. Her hand flew to her belly, fingers pressing down instinctively, and she had to close her eyes, focusing all her energy on breathing through it.
Harryâs eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he knelt beside her, his hand moving to rest on her knee. âThat doesnât look like Braxton Hicks,â he said gently, his voice laced with concern. âHow longâs this been going on?â
She hesitated, looking down as she tried to keep her breathing composed. âSinceâ since earlier this afternoon,â she admitted, wincing as the pain reached its peak, leaving her feeling helpless and raw. âI thought it was nothing, really. But itâsâI dunnoâ itâs getting worse.â
Harryâs face shifted from concern to something closer to alarm. He was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to process her words, before his gaze softened, and he slid his hand to hers, squeezing it gently. âAlright,â he murmured, his voice steadying. âWeâre not going to take any chances.â
YN nodded, relief flooding her at the calm resolve in his voice, but as she tried to stand, another contraction gripped herâthis time harder than any before. It started as a dull ache that quickly sharpened into an almost searing pressure, as though her whole belly was clenching in waves she couldnât control. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly as she clutched Harryâs arm.
Harryâs eyes widened as he caught her, his face shifting into a worried frown. âItâs happening, isnât it?â he whispered, almost to himself, before shaking off the shock and focusing on her. He wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back down to the sofa with a gentle firmness. âWeâre going tâbreathe through this one, yeah? Just like we practiced.â
She clung to his hand, squeezing hard as she fought to steady her breathing, but the pain was relentless, each wave feeling sharper than the last. Her body felt like it was working against her, every muscle tightening until she was gasping, unable to fully catch her breath. She buried her face against his shoulder, her voice a shaky whisper. âH, this hurts more than I thought it would.â
He brushed a hand through her hair, his voice soft but unwavering as he held her close. âI know, baby. Youâre doing so well. Just focus on breathing, alright? Iâve got you.â
As the contraction faded, she managed to catch her breath, slumping slightly against him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and dread for what was coming next. She felt his hand at the small of her back, steadying her, and she was grateful for the warmth of his touch, the calm he radiated even as she could see the worry flickering in his eyes.
âWeâre calling the OB,â he said, his voice gentle but firm. âThis doesnât feel like false labor, does it?â
She shook her head, unable to deny the reality that had settled in. âNo..I think this is real.â
Harryâs face softened, a mix of pride and worry as he watched her breathe through everything. When the pain passed, he took her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. âOkay,â he whispered, his voice steady. âWeâre going to get you through this, love. One breath at a time.â
With that, he stood, reaching for his phone and dialing their OB, staying right by her side as the call connected. He answered each of the doctorâs questions carefully, glancing at YN between each answer, his hand never leaving hers. After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to her, a mixture of excitement and resolve in his gaze.
âShe says it sounds like early labor,â he told her softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. âWeâre going tâthe hospital. Just you and me, hm?â
YN nodded, taking a steadying breath as she leaned into him, his strength anchoring her. With Harryâs arms wrapped around her, she knew that she had everything she needed to get through this.
The rain had softened to a gentle drizzle as Harry helped YN into the car, settling her carefully into the passenger seat, his hands gentle but steady. Her breaths were deep and focused, each one an effort to keep herself calm as the contractions continued, not close enough to urge a rush but strong enough to leave her nerves buzzing with anticipation. Harry buckled her in, his gaze warm and reassuring as he brushed his hand over her shoulder.
âYouâre doing great, sweet girl,â he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âNext stop, hospital. Just you, me, and our little Atlas.â
YN managed a faint smile, squeezing his hand as he lingered beside her for a moment before closing the door and sliding into the driverâs seat. The car pulled away from their quiet street, its headlights cutting through the misty drizzle, as they made their way into the city. She leaned her head back against the seat, focusing on the rhythm of the rain tapping against the windows, letting the steady sound settle her mind.
As they drove, Harry glanced over at her frequently, his hand occasionally drifting from the wheel to hold hers. âLet me know if you need anything, yeah?â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. âOr if I need to pull over. Anything at all.â
He rambled when he was nervous.
YN nodded, keeping her eyes closed, breathing slowly. Another contraction started, gripping her with that same deep ache that radiated from her back to her belly. She clenched his hand, squeezing as she focused on her breathing, her fingers white-knuckling against his. It was painful, but she willed herself to relax, to breathe through the intensity, letting her breath match the gentle rhythm of the rain.
Harry squeezed her hand back, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. âOut of all women in the world who gave birth, youâre the most beautiful.â He smiled warily. His stupid compliment even made him want to smack himself upside the head. But he looked at his wife expectantly.
When the contraction passed, she released a shaky breath. Part of her wanted to shoot daggers into him with a glare, but looking at that goofy smile she fell in love with, the way his cheeks flushed pink and eyes looked unsure, she couldnât. She mustered out a weak, breathy laugh.âShut up.â She whispered.
They reached the hospital, and Harry pulled up to the lot, parking the car before rushing around to help her out. He wrapped an arm around her, guiding her through the automatic doors, his gaze steady and protective as he led her to the reception desk. The lobby was quiet, lit by soft fluorescent lights that made the polished floors gleam. Harry gently rubbed her back as they reached the counter, where a man with glasses and a walkie looked up with a polite smile.
âHi,â Harry said, his voice calm but firm, âweâre here for an admission. Our OB requested it.â He grinned lightly, seeking to be polite despite his nerves. He gave his wifeâs name through his smile.
The receptionist nodded, typing something into the computer before glancing back at YN, who was gripping Harryâs hand, her face pale and tense. After a moment, the man looked up. âAlright, we have you here. Just a moment.â
He picked up the phone, speaking briefly with someone before hanging up and nodding toward them. âPatient transport is on the way. Weâll get you into a wheelchair and up to the maternity ward to get settled.â
Harry thanked him, his hand resting on the small of her back, he murmured, âyâdoing so well, my sweet girl.â
She leaned into him, exhaling a shaky breath as another mild contraction started to creep in, but before she could fully brace herself, a transport worker arrived with a wheelchair.
Harry helped her ease down into it, kneeling beside her and brushing his thumb over her hand. She looked down at him, her expression a mix of pain and determination. âIâm alright,â she whispered, her words braver than she felt.
He met her gaze, his eyes full of pride and unwavering support. âI know you are,â he said softly, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before he stood and walked beside her as they made their way to the elevator. The ride up was quiet, each floor lighting up in sequence as they ascended to the maternity ward, and she found herself counting each breath, each second, each floor, until they finally reached the unit.
Once inside the labor and delivery ward, they were greeted by a nurse who led them into a dimly lit room that felt strangely peaceful, its walls painted a soft pink, the lights warm and low. The nurse introduced herself, her voice calm and soothing as she helped YN settle onto the bed, helping her into a hospital gown before taking her vital signs and asking a series of questions, jotting down notes while Harry sat by her side, holding her hand.
âLetâs get you as comfortable as we can,â the nurse said gently, adjusting the bedâs settings. âNow, youâre still in early labor, so weâre going to monitor you closely, but it could be a while yet.â
YN nodded, feeling both grateful and anxious at the prospect of waiting. The contractions continued, rolling in like waves, growing in intensity but not yet regular enough to signal active labor. Each one required her full focus; she found herself closing her eyes, breathing deeply as she squeezed Harryâs hand, centering herself with each wave of pain.
Hours passed, the pain deepening with each contraction as her body adjusted, stretching and preparing for the arrival of their son. The nurse checked in periodically, taking notes, adjusting her position, and checking her dilation with gentle reassurance, but progress was slow. The contractions were more frequent now, each one a sharp, relentless pressure that seemed to radiate from deep within her, pulling her to the very edge of her endurance.
Harry never left her side, his hand a steady anchor as he held hers, his voice low and soothing, guiding her through each breath. âI love you,â he whispered, his forehead resting against hers as they breathed together. âJust a bit longer, yeah? You got it.â
At one point, the pain became so overwhelming that she couldnât bear to sit still. Harry helped her stand, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned into him, her face pressed against his chest. Her arms draped over his shoulders, clinging to him as she rocked back and forth, swaying through each contraction, finding relief in the gentle rhythm. He whispered words of encouragement, his hands rubbing her back as she trembled against him, each wave of pain stealing her breath and leaving her gasping.
âThatâs it, baby,â he murmured, his voice a steady hum that she latched onto, focusing on the warmth of his words as the pain pulsed through her. âJust lean on me. Iâve got you.â
She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pain reached a peak, her knees weakening under the weight of it. But Harry held her up, his arms strong and steady, supporting her fully as she swayed, letting the movement carry her through each contraction. She pressed her forehead into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, grounding her, keeping her anchored in the storm of pain.
When the nurse checked again, the news was dishearteningâonly a few more centimeters dilated. YN felt exhaustion beginning to creep in, the hours of labor sapping her strength, but Harry was there, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, whispering soft reassurances as she closed her eyes, her head resting against his shoulder.
As the hours ticked by, the contractions grew sharper, more intense, each one like a wave crashing against her, forcing her to draw deeper into herself just to withstand the pain. Harry eased her back onto the bed, pulling a mask toward her face, releasing a gas that would help the pain. Her mind blurred under the relentless rhythm of labor. Yet, every time she opened her eyes, he was thereâhis gaze steady, his hand in hers, his words like an anchor.
She held the mask to her face with her other hand, breathing it in deeply. As backward as it sounded, even laboring and pushing out a baby, the thought of a seven inch needle being put into her spine scared her even more. The thought of an epidural was tempting, being numbed from the waist downâbut it made her stomach churn with anxiety, too. She had enough of that already, so she stuck to the gas.
YN lifted the gas from her nose, staring at Harry through half lidded eyes. âCanât wait to have sex with you in six weeks.â She mumbled, her voice hazy.
Harry eased the mask back onto her, his cheeks growing red from her clouded words. He let out a breathy laugh, âOkay, one step at a time, hm?â
At last, as dawn began to break outside, the sunlight bleak, barely there. The nurseâs expression shifted as she checked YNâs progress. She smiled, looking up with gentle relief. âWeâre almost there,â she said softly. âJust a little bit longer.â
Harryâs face lit up, his eyes shining as he looked down at YN, his voice soft and full of pride. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, brushing strands of her hair back. âHear that? Final stretch, baby.â
YN nodded, too exhausted to respond, but the warmth in his eyes gave her the strength to keep going. With every ounce of willpower she had left, she faced the final contractions, the pain almost blinding but her determination carrying her through, and Harryâs voice guiding her every step of the way.
Once she was ten centimeters, a team rushed in. Two nurses and the OB. Her legs were placed into stirrups, her gown bunched up over her tummy.
It was the longest, most intense thirteen hours of her life, but as she felt the final waves of pain, the medical staff guided her through the last moments, she clung to Harry, his hand a lifeline, his presence a comfort that wrapped around her like a shield. And with one last surge, a cry filled the room, and she knew it was all worth it.
âOh.â She whimpered, her own cry emitting from her as her son was placed onto her bare chest for the first time. A nurse wiped him down as he wriggled against YN, Harry leaning down by her shoulder, staring in awe.
That was his boy, his son. A piece of him and the love of his life brought forth into the world. He wouldnât be able to explain the feeling he felt as he flickered his gaze between his wifeâs and Atlasâs.
Sparse stands of brown locks sat atop his head, a color matching his fathers. He gently placed his hand atop it, his thumb rubbing against his forehead as the little boy continued to cry.
His eyes resembled his mothers, as did his nose. But everything else? That was all Harry. He cooed at him, whispering soft nothings to to his baby boy before the nurse approached him with medical scissors. âWould you like to cut the cord, dad?â
Dad.
Butterflies surged through his tummy.
He drew a deep breath, looking at YN for silent encouragement, to which she only smiled at him. Her husband, the father of her son.
He gently grabbed the scissors from the nurse, hesitantly approaching where he was told to cut. He looked at his Atlas who seemed to calm down a bit, slowly coming to terms with being brought out into the world. He steadied himself, and then with a delicate snip, he cut the cord.
As he handed them back to the nurse, he let out a breath he didnât know he was holding, the enormity of the moment settling over him. He looked down at the two he loved most in the world, lightly grasping onto his little feet and silently counting his tiny toes.
âSit.â YN softly ordered, holding the boy against her chest with one hand and patting the small spot beside her with the other.
He nodded slowly, easing himself down into the spot after lowering the right side bar so heâd fit. He leaned against YN, his feet still upon the floor.
The baby was swaddled into a pale blue blanket before she handed him over to Harry, his heart melting instantly. He cradled him against his chest, tucking his head down to place delicate kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. âI love you so much.â He whispered, hesitantly ripping his gaze away from his son onto his wife.
His lip quivered as he placed a kiss against her sweaty hair, âThank you so much.â His voice was delicate, a murmur. âI owe you everything.â
This was all he needed. His heart swelled with a love so profound, it felt almost overwhelming, as if the sheer depth of it might consume him. It was a love that stretched beyond anything heâd known, powerful enough to break him apart and put him back together all at once. But he embraced it, letting it fill every part of him, savoring each precious drop. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt exactly where he was meant to be.
This was home.
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What if.... Kimharry + weird dog?
The weird little dog OC is @revacholianpizzaagenda's Tippy
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sunrise, parabellum.
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#fanart#disco elysium fanart#my art#traditional art#ft the ghost of the beatles coz its my dads notebook lmao
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The Babysitter | dad!harry x babysitter!reader
Based on this request (changed some things - hope you still like it anon!)
Summary: The cute babysitter Harry's wife hired has always tempted him, but now that his wife is away for the evening Harry might just give in.
Word Count: 2,011
Warning: smut, cheating, implied age gap (your call on how large), inappropriate relationship (both consenting adults)
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Harry was so fucked.
He knew better. A married man on the brink of ruining it all just for a taste of his kidâs babysitter. Truly, outrageously fucked.
He arrived home that day, knowing heâd have the house to himself all night with his wife gone out of town for a work trip. Knowing the cute babysitter would still be there, all doe-eyed and shy smiles. She definitely had a crush on him and he couldnât stop thinking about that.
All day at work he went back and forth with the idea of it. The whole âfuck around and find outâ thing was more compelling when he might be able to get away with it. But it wouldnât be worth it, he told himself even though he continued imagining what sheâd feel like underneath him.
His actions completely contradicted that sound internal advice.
Because when he saw Y/n all cuddled up on his couch, a sweater draped over her shoulders and her bare legs stretched out long he allowed himself to stare for a moment. He shouldnât have been thinking what he was but he couldnât stop the blood rushing to his cock. He was going straight to hell for the kind of thoughts that were running through his head right then.
She slowly blinked her eyes opened and sat up with a sweet smile, âHi. How was work?â
God, the cute, bubbly personality on her, even after just waking up from a nap⌠She hadnât been tainted by years of grueling workplace drama and a sad and lonely marriage like he had and he found it refreshing.
âWas good. Uh,â he scratched the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on hers, âEverything go all right today here?â
She nodded and moved her legs off the couch, feet hitting the floor as she nodded, âHeâs the sweetest. It was a good day. He kept asking for mom so I think heâs upset that she wasnât here this morning but I told him sheâd be back tomorrow night. Fast asleep now.â
But there was something in the way she was looking at him. Like she was just waiting for him to pounce. Rounded eyes, with that shy smile as she bit the edge of her bottom lip. Like she knew what he was thinking, her own mind filled with the same filthy scenarios.
It was late. Harry always got home late on Thursdays. After dark. After his son was already asleep, and usually it was his wife greeting him.
She parted her lips as she let her gaze lower to just below the buckle on his pants and then back up to his eyes.
âYeah. Weâll be okay without her for a night,â Harry swallowed thickly as he sat his briefcase down and moved deeper into the living room next to the couch where Y/n was still seated. âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me?â She raised her brows as she craned her head to look up at him.
âI mean⌠you alright too? Still seated like youâre tired. You can stay if you want.â
She blinked her eyes and then did it again, letting her pupils connect with the space at his crotch before quickly bringing them back upward to his face, âOh⌠I can go. Iâm sorryâŚâ
Y/n stood up quickly but Harry caught her by her arm, âItâs okay. You donât have to go. I just wanted to make sure youâre alright. Was really helpful having you stay late tonight.â
If she kept looking at him like that, those fuck-me eyes and plush parted lips, he wasnât going to be able to stop himself.
âOh. Iâm glad. Was happy to help you out, Harry. Iâd do it as often as you needed me to.â
He grinned and watched her moisten her soft lips when she poked her tongue out and looked up at him through her lashes. If she wasnât begging for it he didnât know what this was.
âYou gonna stay?â
She nodded, still looking up at him as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
In a moment of weakness, of sheer insanity, he raised his hand up to her face and thumbed at her bottom lip, âWhatâs going on, Y/n? You got something to tell me?â
She fluttered her lashes and leaned into his touch as she kept her pupils aimed right at him. But then her lips parted again and Harry found himself sliding the tip of his thumb between her lips before she wrapped her mouth around it and he felt her tongue gently lave against his pad.
Now he was the one with parted lips as he watched his kidâs babysitter suck his thumb into her mouth, eyes pinned to his still.
And before he knew it, he found himself fucked in the figurative and literal sense as he had her face down on his mattress with his cock nudged into her so deep she was keening and hissing at the bite of pain his fat length was causing.
âShhh⌠be a good girl and keep quiet, yeah?â
âMmmm!â
It was so good. It was so fucking good. He hadnât been laid in a couple of months and the babysitterâs pussy was better than he imagined it would be. She was wet for him right away. When he got her very short shorts off her legs and buried his face between her soft thighs she was already so sensitive and dripping, wiggling and moaning like she was just as pent up as heâd been. Like she wanted it just as bad. Sheâd made a big mess of him and the sheets but heâd deal with clean up later.
Because when he finally pushed his throbbing dick inside of her welcoming pussy it was game over. He had her hips in both hands, tightly gripping the meat at her sides as he buried in over and over again, letting her juice coat every inch and wet his pubes with her fragrance. He watched as he stuffed her with his cock, her cute ass perked upward and she pushed back on every one of his thrusts. So pretty.
Everything was slick and gushy as he plowed into her guts, slapping his hips into her ass. He kept looking at the bedroom door (which was closed and locked) out of habit just in case, but now he was out of his mind as she trembled and drooled against the pillow his wife used.
He slowed his plunges and watched his shaft as he pulled out, âFuck⌠got me all creamy, baby. Why donât you flip over so I can see your pretty face?â
She was shaky as she dropped down to the bed, scooting herself to adjust and then spreading her thighs as he tucked right back inside of her, pelvis dipping against her own.
âHarryâŚâ Y/n quietly breathed as she watched him. He was so thick and long, just like she knew heâd be. She never thought heâd ever step out on his wife but here he was, with his big cock driving into her, making her squelch and stretch wide for him. She almost couldnât believe it was happening.
Harry groped at her tit, still on his knees as he steadied himself, his thighs working in, âOh sweet girlâŚâ he panted, quads and glutes flexing with every motion. He picked up her hand and brought her fingertips to his mouth, kissing as he pumped himself through her walls and then dragging his lips down to her palm and then wrist.
âOh my godâŚâ she whined before draping her arm over her mouth to keep her volume down.
âWho knew you were so filthy? Look at you letting a married man fuck your brains out.â
A muffled moan sounded from her throat as she felt him jerk into her harder, the coarse hair at the base of his dick scratched at her clit before he began to grind his hips against her, adding friction like he knew that was what she was searching for with her hips rising to meet him with every thrust.
âBut look at how lucky I am. So pretty⌠Hot little pussy, fuckinâ drenched, baby. How long were thinking about this, hmm?â
Harry did feel lucky too. Y/n was a hot little thing that heâd had some pretty dirty thoughts about since they first hired her. It was his wifeâs choice. Y/n was in her senior year of university with long smooth legs and an adorable shy smile that caught him off guard the first time he saw her. So he always looked forward to seeing her every morning before leaving for work, or in the early evenings when heâd come home to relieve her.
Harry grabbed her other hand, moving her arm from her mouth as he brought those fingers up to his lips to kiss every one of them as he threaded their fingers together on her other hand, never stopping the movement of his hips.
With the back of her hand pressed into the blanket next to her shoulder, she inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. âSince I first met youâŚâ she admitted.
Harry grunted, running his tongue along her wrist before folding his fingers into hers like her other hand and then pressing it down to the bed as he leaned over her, pelvis grinding against hers, his balls squeezing against her bum. And that was fucking deep.
âOh yeah? Fuck, coulda been fucking this pretty pussy for the last few months. Making you come for being such a good girl and just for looking so fucking cute all the time.â
She moaned softly, âIt feels so goodâŚâ
Harry grinned down at her, feeling her start to squeeze and pulse, âIt does doesnât it? Such a bad thing to feel this good. Might be trouble for us.â
âMmmmâŚâ she panted and then gasped as she was thrown over the edge, walls gripping and milking his cock.
Harry watched Y/n as she fell apart, âThere you go, such a good girl, so pretty, babyâŚâ
Harry gritted his teeth as he fucked her through her orgasm.
He was already leaking precome and practically shaking by the time he pulled himself out and pumped his fat cock right over her tummy. Heâd have loved to have just come inside Y/nâs pussy but what he was doing was already dumb as it was.
He grunted and sucked in through his teeth, âOh fuckâŚâ
Heâd gotten a little come on his knuckles as he ran his fist down his shaft, letting the last bits drip out onto the girl below him. A pretty sight. She was all fucked out and dazed, tits rising and falling with every breath, his come marking her tummy and her pussy freshly fucked, still soaked.
He was a gentleman, helped her clean up, and kissed her a little bit more before sending her on her way with a playful swat to her ass. Heâd have loved to ask her to stay all night but he worried that that would just confuse things further. She promised she wouldnât tell anyone and Harry said it wouldnât affect her job and that it would be their secret. Though he did hope heâd have another chance to feel her again one day, he didnât count on it. His wife was returning the following day and Y/n was soon to finish off her last year of college and she wouldnât be needing a babysitting gig anymore.
Did he regret cheating on his wife? In that moment, he couldnât say he did. He had fun and it felt so good to have sex with someone who wanted his cock as bad as Y/n did. He only hoped he didnât get found out and as long as Y/n kept up her end of the bargain (he was sure she would) he figured the whole thing was a win.
Heâd just need to keep himself in check around her when his wife was present. But when his wife wasnât around he couldnât promise anything.
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PART 2
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jegulus picking harry up from preschool but one of the moms starts obnoxiously flirting with james while they wait for the kids to be dismissed. james is somewhat clueless, because heâs so social and thinks sheâs just making polite conversation. he pleasantly engages while regulus is literally fuming right next to him. the lady is like twirling her hair n shii and openly hitting on james, while regulus is standing right there. so while the lady is complementing jamesâ figure, gushing on and on, âgosh, i can tell you work out a lot , you must be so dedicated!â regulus interjects their conversation and says, âyeah, his figure is even better when youâve seen all of it-â
james jolts in suprise, blushing, scolding, âreg!â the mom looks towards regulus for the first time and sneers in a challenge. regulus shoots her a smug expression right back, reciprocating the challenge. itâs that moment when the kids start pouring out the building and harry runs out yelling âpa!!!!â âdad!!!!â. reg kneels, prompting harry to jump into his arms. when he does, reg swings him up with an enthusiastic âheyy buddy!â and âhowâs my little haz-elnut?â while harry giggles, reg leans him towards james so he can greet his son as well, and while james is busy cooing over harry regulus shoots the now sour-faced woman a wink before starting off with his gorgeous husband and adorable little boy. moral of the story; donât challenge regulus black.
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Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader âź 3671 words & 18+
here it is! part two of this blurb. all the hugs and kisses to @moonpascal for reading and giving me tips/ideas! also, here's the series masterlist for these two đ happy reading, angels! đ
While James is gone, your thoughts spiral out of control. You consider slipping out of his bed and retreating to the living room, where the space feels less charged. A nagging voice in your mind insists that James would be more at ease if you werenât in his bed. Youâve been in his bed before, shared countless late-night conversations and quiet moments, but this time it feels wildly different.Â
The air was thick with tension, something youâd felt even after James left the room, and it made you question whether you should create some distance before he returned. The last thing you wanted was to put him in an uncomfortable position. Lying in his bed while his son called you "mum" surely must have felt that way to him.Â
Youâve just sat up in bed, ready to slip out from under the covers, when James quietly reenters the room, closing the door with a soft click. He turns and catches sight of you sitting up, your uncertainty evident in the way you watch him. One brow arches in silent inquiry, his gaze locking onto yours.
âAre you going somewhere?â
âUh,â you murmur, easing yourself back into the sheets, your hands nervously smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric. âNo.âÂ
James lets out a satisfied hum, his voice low and warm, âGood.â
You chew on your lip, watching as he runs a hand through his hair, tousling the curls. You fight back a smile, thinking how just a few minutes ago, Henryâs hair looked exactly the same.
âListen,â he starts. âI want to thank you for going along with Henry calling you mum. I know it might have been a bit of a shock.â His voice is soft as he acknowledges the almost-four-year-old sleeping down the hallway. You feel a wave of emotion at the mention of the little boy.
âA bit.â You say softly.
âIâm sorry,â he admits, his voice tinged with guilt as he runs a hand through his hair againâa gesture that betrays his nerves. âIâll talk to him in the morning and explain that he canât call you that.â
A pause lingers between you. Neither of you speaks, the quiet hum of the TV the only thing breaking the stillness.
âOr you donât have to.â You say gently, pushing the covers aside as you shift to the edge of the bed in front of him. He watches you intently, his eyes darting down to trace over your bare legs. Youâre wearing the shorts that drive him crazyâespecially now, with you in his bed.
âWhat?â He asks, his tone dripping with surprise.
âItâs okay if he wants to call me âmum'. If you're okay with it,â you say shyly, and he can tell from the way you bite down on your lower lip and stare up at him that youâre nervous. âI consider him mine.â You continue, your voice coming out in a near whisper.
Thatâs all it takes.
James pushes himself forward with a determined intensity, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilts your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. His thumb gently caresses your bottom lip, sending a shiver through you as your lashes flutter with anticipation. He leans in, his breath mingling with yours, and captures your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. You respond with a shuddering sigh.
He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, âHe is yours.â
You can hardly respond. The words are stuck in your throat, trapped by the rising emotions. You couldnât have heard him right. âJamie, Iââ
âYouâve raised him with me.â He tells you, kneeling between your legs, his warm palms gently pushing your thighs apart so he can press close to you.
A slow, gentle kiss is pressed to your cheek, âBeen such a good mum, darling.â He whispers, his voice is rough against your ear.
James grins at the sound of the soft whimper that escapes your lips. Eyes wide and lips parted, you gaze up at him, caught between surprise and desire.
Heâs beginning to think you like being praised.
âAlways so good for me, arenât you?â He tests as his lips graze the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively reach out, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as a surge of heat shoots through you, straight to between your legs.
He grins, his theory proven correct. Your hips roll, desperate for friction, as your chest pushes further into his.
âTaking care of my son,â Your eyes flutter closed, letting him run his palm down your neck, tilting your head to the side. Another kiss is placed below your ear, pulling a whimper from your lips. âOur sonâ
The hand that isnât cradling your neck glides up your thigh, fingers grazing your skin before gripping your hip firmly, his touch possessive. He squeezes the flesh, sending a wave of heat through you. The sigh you let out is soft, almost a whimper, betraying how desperately youâre losing control under his touch.
âJamie.â A whimper escapes you as desire coils tightly in your stomach, almost unbearable. Youâve never ached for someoneâs touch as much as you do now, every nerve ending alive with need.
âItâs your turn to be taken care of, love.â He mumbles, trailing soft kisses down your neck. Your face tightens, struggling to contain the lump that forms in your throat from his words.Â
He pulls back from you, sitting back on his heels as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your mouth goes dry as your gaze locks onto his fingers, watching them deftly work each button open, one by one. Heâs moving slowly, almost deliberately, focusing on the task as if heâs oblivious to how your eyes are glued to him.Â
But you know better than that.
The fabric parts gradually, revealing more of his chest with each undone button, and the air between you seems to thicken with anticipation.Â
Your focus is dialed into the movement of his hands and the soft rustle of his shirt as he moves. Your thighs press together, the anticipation building unbearably. You reach for the band of his dress pants, fingers curling around the fabric, trying to convey your urgent need. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, and he gives you a smile thatâs as devastating as it is knowing.
âSlide up on the bed, darling.â He tells you as he pops open the last button and slides his shirt off, revealing his tanned and toned torso.
You obey without hesitation, your body responding instinctively to his command.
He casually tosses his shirt onto the top of the dresser, the fabric landing in a careless heap. Then he climbs onto the bed, moving with deliberate ease until heâs hovering over you, his presence overwhelming and inescapable.
âFuck, youâre beautiful,â he mutters, his voice rough with an intensity youâve never seen in him before. âSo beautiful that sometimes I canât even think straight when Iâm around you.â
âStop it.â You sigh, though thereâs no real sharpness in your tone. Youâre simply trying to mask how flustered heâs making you.
His fingers slip beneath the strap of your tank top, tugging it off your shoulder, âIâm serious, baby. Do you know how many years Iâve spent dreaming of worshiping your body?â
Baby. That's new.
âFuck, I need you to touch me.â You sigh, your voice coated in desperation.Â
âYeah?â He asks, his voice dripping with a cocky undertone. You hate how much it stirs you up, the confidence in his tone intensifying your reaction.
You nod frantically, âYeah.â
Your eyes flutter closed as James slides the other strap of your top off your shoulder. Thereâs a brief, charged pause before you feel his lips grazing your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. He murmurs tender compliments, his words melting into the softness of your skin.
The hem slips down, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and you can feel your nipples harden. James curses before leaning down, eager to press a soft kiss against your right nipple. You draw in a sharp breath, so sudden that James glances up at you in surprise. But youâre too absorbed in the sensation, head thrown back, to notice his reaction.
He takes his time, sucking on your nipples until youâre whining before trailing kisses lower and lower down your body. Stopping at the band of your sleep shorts, he glances up at you for permission. You meet his gaze and give him a small nod, and then heâs tugging down the flimsy fabric along with your panties and tossing them aside.
The light from his lamp is reflecting off your slick, and heâs never wanted anything more. All those years he spent dreaming of this moment, imagining what it would be like to have you this close. Now that itâs finally happening, he canât quite grasp that itâs realâthat youâre here, within reach, and this isnât just another fleeting fantasy.
âFuck, I wanna taste you,â James groans, staring down at your soaked pussy. âPlease let me, baby.â
You donât say anything but instead spread your thighs, your hands gripping underneath the backs of your knees. He grins, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs to hold you open for him. The tip of his nose brushes against your thighs as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. The shaky exhale that slips from your lips at his touch has him growing uncomfortably hard.Â
When he nips at your inner thigh, a playful squeal escapes your lips, and you tug at his curls with a mischievous grin. Gently, you guide his head so heâs lined up with your pussy, your touch both commanding and affectionate.
He doesnât waste any time, his tongue sliding right through your slick as he moans into you.
You let out a moan so loud that he reaches up and clamps his hand over your mouth. The last thing he needs is Henry waking up and cockblocking him.
He keeps his hand over your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your sighs and whimpers against his palm. If it werenât for his son sleeping just down the hall, heâd be urging you to let go and be as loud as you wish. Begging you to let him hear just how good he was making you feel.
Your thighs jerk, and James grips you harder, pushing you back down into the sheets. Wetness is beginning to drip down onto the sheets, and the way James sloppily licks and sucks at your cunt doesnât help the mess. He couldn't care less about the mess gathering on his sheets. The only thing on his mind is making you feel so good that you canât possibly think straight.
At the feeling of the tips of his fingers tracing along your entrance, you moan, desperately nodding your head to tell him to keep going. He listens, slipping a finger slowly into you and curling upwards. He watches transfixed as you arch your back, and he canât decide which sight he likes more. The sight of his finger slipping into you so easily or the complete look of desperation on your face.
âGod, you look so fucking pretty like this.â James hums, pressing a kiss onto your clit before glancing back up at you. Against his better judgment, he pulls his hand away from your mouth, desperate to hear the pretty noises youâre making.
Heâs not at all disappointed; the way you moan his name makes him dizzy.
âGot the prettiest pussy too.â He hums, pulling his fingers away to circle your clit. When he pinches your clit you shriek, jolting at the sensation that shoots through you. Your legs are shaking, and you can feel the building hot pressure settling into your body.
James shifts, moving further up your body so that he can settle next to you. His fingers are still rubbing tight circles against your clit, and you donât get a chance to ask what heâs doing before heâs leaning down and sucking your nipple into his mouth.
The sensation sends you over the edge, vision blurring into white as youâre consumed by the intense, toe-curling orgasm. Your gasp is startingly loud, so James leans down and kisses you hard, muffling your cries as you grip his bicep in one hand and the sheets in the other hand. He keeps the same pace, swirling his fingers over your pussy in the most delicious way as he works you through your orgasm. He slows his movements once he notices your breathing has evened out and your eyes have fluttered open.
âFuck,â you sigh, your chest heaving as you look up at James with wide, glassy eyes. He smiles down at you, pressing a quick, tender kiss to your lips. At that moment, youâre certain heâs ruined you for any other manâthough, truth be told, he did that years ago.
âYouâve got the prettiest moans Iâve ever heard.â He speaks with such sincerity that youâre certain your gaze is filled with the most lovesick adoration.
âJames.â You say softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you reach up to gently brush the curls away from his face. Your fingertips graze his skin, lingering for a moment on his cheek as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with an emotion that matches your own.
You know heâs deeply in love with you, just as you are with him.
âWhat, baby?â
âI want to feel you inside of me.â Your fingers reach down to grasp the waistband of his dress pants. James looks momentarily startled when he glances down and realizes heâs still wearing them. With a flurry of hurried movements, he fumbles to unbutton and shove them off, and you canât help but giggle at the endearing clumsiness of his efforts.
You barely have time to admire how beautiful he looks before heâs positioning himself over you, his body pressing close. He cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.
âI need to grab a condââ James begins as he glances over at his nightstand, but you cut him off with a gentle smile, âIf you donât want to, you donât have to.â
"But there's a chanceâ" He stops himself, the words catching in his throat as he swallows hard, the mere thought too overwhelming to fully process. He can't let his mind linger on the image of you pregnant with his child; he just can't.
"I know," you reply, your voice steady as you give him an encouraging nod, trying to offer reassurance.
James looks so startled that you immediately worry youâve said the wrong thing. âPlease, baby,â he urges, his voice tinged with desperation, âtell me youâre being serious.â
You giggle, âI am.â
âFuck.â He lets out a low groan, reaching down to grip his cock, dragging the tip through your folds. The sharp gasp you release makes James glance up at you.Â
Heâs never witnessed anything so captivating. Your eyes are closed, head tilted to the side, with your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth in a way that drives him wild.
He drags himself further down until heâs lined up with your entrance, and you let out a shaky exhale. As he pushes past your tight walls, he grits his teeth, resisting the urge to shove his hips forward and fill you in one go. But instead, he fixates on your faceâthe way your brows furrow in pleasure and your lips part, adjusting to the feel of his cock easing in.
âYou feel so much better than I imagined, shit.â He gasps, watching the way his cock pushes past your snug entrance and sinks into you slowly. You suck him in so easily, and he swallows hard, silently begging himself to hold it together.
âJamie, oh my god.â You moan, blindly reaching out a hand to grip his shoulder, the other gripping the sheets.
âI know, baby,â He grunts. âAlmost there.â He stills for a second, needing a second to breathe. Itâs been ages since he last had sex, and it doesnât help that itâs you heâs slipping his cock into.
âKeep going, please.â It must be the tone of your voice, that soft, irresistible lilt, that drives him to surge forward as if he can't hold back any longer. The forceful thrust tears a moan from your throat, your hand instinctively flying up to clutch his as it grips your hip with a possessive intensity. At the touch of your fingers, he instinctively twists his hand to intertwine them with yours. With a steady push, he leans over you, pressing your joined hands into the sheets.
Your eyes flutter open, slowly tracing over him, taking in every detail, before finally locking onto his gaze. Heâs just so breathtakingly beautiful. His dark curls fall messily over his forehead, his lips are pink and inviting, and a deep blush colors his cheeks. Youâve never seen him like this before, so vulnerable and raw, and youâre overwhelmed with gratitude that you get to witness him like this, even if itâs just this once.
A gentle kiss lands on your lips, the softness of his touch lingering for a moment. You let out a quiet sigh, your breath blending with his in a simple, shared connection. His lips remain lightly pressed against yours as he drags his cock through your pussy. Your back arches instinctively, and a soft, pleading whine escapes into his mouth.
He quickens the pace, yet it remains slow and tender, leaving you breathless and dazed. As your head tilts to the side, he seizes the moment to press gentle kisses along your shoulder, his touch soothing compared to the burn of pleasure between your thighs.
âGod, I love your moans.â He mumbles, rolling his hips into yours. Being this close allows him to hear every sound you makeâthe soft catch of your breath, the subtle shifts in your sighs, and the faint murmurs of pleasure. Each noise is crisp and intimate, a testament to the closeness you share.
âLove your pretty lips.â He murmurs softly, his voice low and intimate, as he leans in to press his lips against yours. The kiss is gentle but insistent, and you can barely manage to reciprocate, your movements sluggish and overwhelmed. Yet he doesn't seem to mind; his focus is entirely on making you feel good.
âLove how well you take me.â He murmurs praise with a tender, reverent tone, each word wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The effect is immediate; you release a choked sob as his hand slides from your neck down your body. He gently slides his hand under your thigh, lifting it and securing it over his hip with a possessive yet gentle grip. The shift in position pulls you even closer and has him hitting that delicious spot that makes your mind go blissfully blank.
Youâre utterly undone, and itâs all too clear in your voice. Each desperate plea of his name tumbles from your lips, mingled with breathless, disjointed words about how incredible everything feels. The raw vulnerability in your tone, the way you falter and stutter with pleasure, tells him just how close you are
âJames, Iââ you cry out, your voice breaking as you squeeze his hand with a desperate intensity. Your other hand weaves through his tousled curls, tugging him closer. You pull his lips to yours with an urgent, almost pleading motion, your heart racing as the warmth of his lips meet yours. âIâm gonna cum. Fuck.â
He keeps the rhythm steady, his lips lingering on your cheeks with soft, reverent kisses before moving slowly down your neck. Each kiss is deliberate and tender, a gentle exploration that sends a cascade of shivers across your skin. The warmth of his breath mingles with the sensation of his lips, heightening the intimacy of the moment and deepening the connection between you.
âFuck, I love you.â He grits out a few strained words, his voice rough and laden with raw emotion. That simple utterance is enough to shatter your composure. In an instant, youâre undone, your body trembling and mind swirling as you surrender entirely to the intensity of the moment.
The intense feeling of you squeezing him tightly, overwhelms his senses, causing his thoughts to dissolve into a haze of pleasure. His body reacts instinctively, and without much warning, he spills into you as he helps you ride out your high. He curses under his breath, his head sinking to your shoulder, the weight of his exhaustion and satisfaction pressing against you.
It takes a moment for both of you to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts pounding in the aftermath. As you gradually come back to yourselves, he gently pulls away from your shoulder, meeting your glassy-eyed gaze with his own. You stare at him, wide-eyed, your hair a tangled mess and mascara smudged. Despite the disheveled appearance, he thinks youâve never looked more beautiful.
âDid Iââ you trail off, your voice faltering as you shift your hand from his tangled curls to cradle his cheek gently. Your thumb brushes lightly against his skin, your gaze searching his face. âDid you just say you loved me?â The words come out in a soft, trembling whisper, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of hope and disbelief.
âYes.â James admits; thereâs a shake to his voice as he bites his lip nervously. The admission wasnât meant to slip out. Instead of apologizing, he shifts his focus to the tears welling up in your eyes. Before he can process it, you lean in and kiss him fiercely, the intensity of emotions seeping through.
âLike youâre in love with me?â You ask, your voice trembling with disbelief. James offers a nervous, yet hopeful smile.
âUh huh.â He confirms softly, his eyes reflecting a vulnerable sincerity.
âI love you. So fucking much, James Potter.â
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More werewolf!Draco ideas with cursed draco, little scorp & a cursebreaker! Harry?
Extra snip here âŹď¸
#drarry#myart#drarry dads#werewolf!draco#ye scorp askimg harry for help abt draco being cursed ahah#wanted to try something diff with lighting
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Regulus and Harry first meet
Regulus: *has never had a conversation with a child before* soâŚ
Harry: youâre short
Regulus: no youâre short
Harry: Iâm a kid Iâm supposed to be short
Regulus: Iâm an adult I can be whatever the fuck I want to be
Harry: so you chose to be short
Regulus: Iâm fucking your dad
Harry: I donât know what that means
#your dad#marauders#harry potter#james loves regulus#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#slytherin skittles#regulus being regulus#regulus loves james#jegulus incorrect quotes#short jokes#regulus and harry#jegulus raising harry
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#art#drawing#fanart#hogwarst#snape#harry potter#severus#severus snape#professor snape#slytherin#father snape#snape au#snape art#harry and snape#dad snape#snape fanart#harry james potter#pro severus snape#severitus#draco malfoy#draco#harry and draco
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james potter x reader â
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âJames, honey, you left your wand on the couch again!â
As you called out, your husband bounded down the stairs, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. He snatched his wand from the plush velvet cushions, then rounded the couch to plant a tender kiss on your cheek. âThank you, bug.â
You gently pushed his face away, the scratchy polyester of his beard tickling your skin. âIâm not going back to the store to buy another if one of us accidentally sits on it.â
âBut I got the last one that lights up!â he pouted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He pressed the button on the wand, making the tip glow a vibrant green as he waved it playfully around the bee antennae perched on your head. You couldnât help but smile at how silly you both lookedâyour black and yellow striped outfit, complete with wings, contrasting with his dramatic wizarding ensemble.
âThen be more careful,â you reminded him, extending your arms just as your little one came sliding down the hall in his fluffy gold onesie. âYou too, Harry! I told you that costume is slipââ
Thud.
âWAHHHH!â
James scooped your sobbing toddler into his arms, cooing softly as he wiped away the tears and drool with the sleeve of his purple cloak. âOh, my little lion.â
Your heart sank as you noticed the angry red mark forming on your sonâs forehead. âOh James, thatâs going to leave a scar, isnât it?"
âAfraid so, lovebug,â he sighed, gently bouncing your sniffling child to soothe him. âGuess weâre not going trick-or-treating anymore since youâre crying.â
âNo!â
With determination, your toddler wriggled out of Jamesâs embrace and shuffled over to his cauldron-shaped candy bucket. He looked up at you both, eyes wide and glistening, a small bump forming above his eyebrow. âI can do it.â
You exchanged a warm, amused glance with James, a smile breaking through the worry. âAlright, letâs go get some candy, my brave little lion.â
#marauders#marauders era#marauders x reader#james potter#james fleamont potter#james potter x reader#james x reader#dad!james potter#harry potter
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slowpoke | h.s
summary: harry passes the lime torch to his son. or in which you teach your son how to ride a bike.
cw: fem!reader, literally sickeningly sweet dadrry. (also unedited)
word count: approx 3.1k
| dadrry never fails to cheer me up fr. i hope everyoneâs doing alright in light of today, please take it easy.
â as a dv victim myself, i understand how the news of liamâs passing can be a really conflicting feeling to struggle with if youâve experienced dv. please know i can be an outlet, and ur not alone. <3 ash
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october, 2023 | london
The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of damp leaves and earth, as the soft sounds of autumn filled the neighborhood streets. Fallen leaves crunched beneath shoes, and the occasional gust of wind sent orange and gold spiraling through the air. In the distance, the hum of city life could be heard faintly, but here, in the quiet of their neighborhood, it felt like a peaceful little bubble in the midst of the bustling world.
YN stepped outside, adjusting her scarf that Anne knitted herself for her birthday last year. Harry followed close behind, his eyes shining with excitement, a grin lighting up his face. His curls tussled in the wind, his hand held tight on his sonâs hand. His fifth birthday had just passed in May, and Atlas, their boy, was finally ready to take off the training wheels. Harry, ever the doting father, was already emotional prior to this eveningârealizing his baby was ready for a big-boy bike already. His dimples crater his cheeks, the other hand gripping the handle of the small lime green bike, just the right size for Atlas��� small frame.
âThis is going to be fun, bub.â He grinned, bending down to look into his sonâs wide eyes. âJusâ like Daddyâs bike, yeah?â
Atlas looked up at Harry, a glimmer of excitement mixed with nerves evident in his expression. âItâs the same color!â He mused, his voice tinged with wonder as he examined the bike again. His little fingers ran along the frame, tracing the lime green paint.
YN smiled at the two of them, her heart swelling. Harry had always loved his bike, the one he had ridden around Italy so many times, and now, here he was, passing that same joy to their son. âDo you remember how much daddy rides his bike around?â She asked, squatting down to his level and gently brushing a stray curl away from his face.
The boy nodded, his eyes lighting up. âHe goes really fast! Will I go fast too?â
âWeâll take it slow first, mate.â Harry chuckled, a pang in his chest from the boyâs eagerness to grow up so fast. First was the bike, next was his eighteenth birthday. âYouâll be zooming around in no time.â He tossed his wife a wink, and she couldnât help but grin back at him.
She looked down the street, a perfect place to practiceâquiet and lined with trees, the leaves creating a soft, colorful carpet on either side. It was the kind of autumn day that felt timeless, like something out of a painting. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting golden streaks onto the pavement.
Harry gave the bike a little jostle in his hands and then looked back at Atlas. âAlright, bubba. Letâs get you startedâyâready?â
He hesitated for a moment, chewing on his lip. He glanced up at his mom, seeking reassurance, to which she knelt beside him, her hand on his small shoulder. âYouâve got it, love. One pedal at a time, hm?â
âI donât want to fall.â he whispered, his little hands gripping the handlebars of the bike as though they were his lifeline.
Harry crouched down beside him, his hand resting over his on the handlebar. âSâalright if you do. Iâve fallen loads of times, but guess what? Every time, I got back up. Thatâs what makes it fun. Falling down, getting back up, ând trying again.â
She nodded, running small circles into her sonâs back. âDaddy wonât let you fall, okay?â
Their boy looked between them, a flicker of courage dancing in his eyes, and nodded. âOkay, mâready mama.â
Harry helped him position the bike in the middle of the street. He held it straight up for him, looking at him expectantly, but he hesitated.
His dark curls, so much like Harryâs, peeked out from underneath the spider-man helmet that seemed slightly too big for him. The helmet had been Harryâs doing, of courseâsafety was always the first priority. He tried to talk YN into letting him scour ebay for an old one direction helmet, but she shook her head with a laugh, insisting on either spider-man or luigi, his all time favorite characters.
Eyes that resembled his motherâs stared at Harry wide, his lips parted.
His eyebrows furrowed, lips pulling into a slight frown. âSâwrong Attie?â
He shrugged, casting a nervous glance toward YN who only smiled and sent him a thumbs up. With a deep breath, his fingers traced the handlebars, gazing up at his father. âWill yâshow me again, dad?â
Harry grinned, a breathy chuckle falling from his lips as he nodded. He threw his leg over the bike that sat far too low beneath him. Atlas smiled widely as his dad unstrapped the helmet from his mess of curls, placing it on his own. He couldnât get it to buckle, and it sat loosely upon him, if he were to tip his head it would surely fall off.
The boy giggled, running off to stand against his motherâs legs as she combed her fingers through his locks. Harry lowered into the seat, his knees nearly scraping the ground as he pedaled. He kicked off into a circle, wobbling purposely. âSee, even yâold man has to practice a bit!â He smiled, making a loop around the ones he loved most in this world. He mocked a clumsiness that he had hoped would ease his son, and it did, as he fell into a fit of giggles. As Harry pedaled back to the start point, YN brushed some of Atlasâs curls from his ear, whispering, âYouâre gonna go so much faster than him.â
He nodded enthusiastically, giddily running toward the bike his dad now sat off of. âSuch a slowpoke, dad.â He grinned as Harry placed the helmet back onto his head, feigning offense as he buckled it under his chin. âCheeky boy.â He murmured, gently pinching his cheek and wiggling his hand lightly, which cause his son to smile wider. Harry tugged on the helmet, making sure it was tight before he sat onto the bike. He held it steady as he climbed on, the boyâs legs wobbling as he tried to find balance.
Harry leaned down slightly, peering out toward the empty road in front of them. âOkay, high speed, mâgonna hold on while yâstart pedaling. Donât worry about steering jus yet, okay? Iâve got you.â
He made sure his feet were firmly on the pedals, his small frame looking both tiny and determined on the lime green bike as he nodded. Harryâs hands held the back of the seat steady while Atlas gripped the handlebars, his face scrunched up in concentration.
Atlas took a deep breath and began to push on the pedals, slowly at first, wobbly as he adjusted to the motion. Harry jogged alongside him, his large hands keeping the bike steady as he moved forward.
âGood job, Attie!â YN called from behind, watching as her son started to pick up the rhythm.
The boy smiled, and she could see the edges of his uncertainty melting away, replaced by the sheer joy of it. âMâdoing it!â he squealed, the surprise in his voice making Harry chuckle.
âYou are, baby!â His mother called back, walking quickly to keep up, her scarf fluttering in the breeze. âLook at you go!â
Harry let out an encouraging laugh as he continued running beside his boy, keeping the bike upright. âThatâs it, Atlas! Keep going!â
He was pedaling faster now, but his hands were still shaky on the handlebars. His little body swayed as he tried to balance, but Harry was always right there, keeping him steady, making sure he felt safe.
After a few more feet, Harry spoke again, his tone calm and reassuring. âAlright, bub. Mâgonna let go now, just for a second. Iâll be right here if yâneed me.â
Atlasâs eyes widened, but he nodded. âOkay, daddy.â
Harryâs hands hovered over the seat for a moment, his steps slowing just slightly as he prepared to release his grip. Then, in a brief but powerful moment, Harry let go.
For a few glorious seconds, Atlas rode on his own. The bike wobbled a bit, but he was moving forward, his little feet pushing the pedals, his body balanced, and his face was lit up with pure delight.
âFaster than you, dad!â He yelled, his voice full of joy, and he could see the pride shining in his eyes.
But before YN could take another step, the inevitable happened. The bike tilted too far to one side, and despite Harryâs quick reflexes to grab it, Atlas tumbled to the ground in a flurry of leaves and laughter.
He was on him in an instant, kneeling beside him and lifting the bike off his small legs. âYâalright, mate?â he asked, concern lacing his voice.
Atlas sat up, his cheeks flushed from the excitement and the fall, and for a split second, YN thought he might cry. But instead, he let out a breathless laugh, shaking the leaves from his jacket. âThat was fun!â
She breathed out a sigh of relief and walked over to him, kneeling beside Harry. âYou did amazing, sweetheart. That was so good!â
Atlas beamed up at his parents, his face full of pride despite the tiny scrape on his knee. âCan I do it again, mama?â
Harry grinned, ruffling his hair. âOf course, you can, buddy. Letâs get you back up.â
With Harryâs help, Atlas was back on the bike in no time, this time with even more determination in his eyes. His little body seemed more confident as he positioned himself, ready to try again. Harry stood beside him, keeping a steady hand on the seat for a few moments before slowly letting go, and this time, Atlas stayed up longer before wobbling.
His mom cheered him on from the side, her heart swelling with pride as she watched their son push past his initial nerves and embrace the thrill of riding. His laughter filled the street, echoing off the nearby houses, blending with the rustling of leaves overhead. It was the kind of sound they wanted to bottle up and keep forever.
Time passed in a blur of laughter, gentle falls, and moments of success. Harryâs patience never wavered, and YN couldnât help but smile as she watched him guide their son with such care, the two of them bonding over each small victory.
At one point, Harry ran a few steps beside Atlas again, his eyes locked on his baby, a look of pure love and pride on his face. âYouâre flying now, Atlas! Look at you!â
His grin stretched from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with excitement. âJust like you, Daddy! Look, mâfast like you!â
YN laughed, catching Harryâs gaze as he beamed back at you, his heart clearly bursting with pride. âHeâs got your speed.âShe teased. âMaybe more.â
âHeâs got more than that,â Harry replied softly, his eyes lingering on Atlas before he fell to a brief stop, waiting on his wife to meet up with his strides. âMaybe a little of you too. I guess.â
And so, they continuedâstruggles of balance, wobbly starts, and triumphant rides that grew longer with each try. YN watched as Harry guided their son, his patience unwavering, their laughter filling the air, blending with the soft rustling of autumn leaves.
As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, Atlas rode one last lap, his helmet askew, his grin wide, leaves swirling in the air behind him. YN stood beside Harry, her heart swelling with love for the life they'd built, for the man beside her and the boy in front of her.
"Givinâ his old man a run for his money," Harry mused, slipping his arm around her waist as Atlas played in a pile of leaves, tossing them into the air with a squeal.
YN smiled, leaning into him, her fingers curling around his. "Got a kink in my back already."
Harry's arms tightened around her as his wife smiles, pulling her closer as they watched Atlas giggle, his small hands sending a flurry of golden leaves into the air. The sound of his laughter danced through the air, mixing with the rustle of the trees and the soft evening breeze.
"Y'know," Harry whispered, his lips brushing her ear, voice low and filled with warmth, "I've been thinkingâ.." He paused, glancing down at her with a soft, adoring smile before his gaze drifted back to their son. "It's hard to believe our little boy's getting so big."
YN's heart swelled at the tenderness in his voice.
"He's growing up too fast," she murmured, resting her head on his chest as they watched Atlas dart through the leaves, his laughter filling the air.
Harry's hand moved gently to rest on her stomach, a subtle but meaningful gesture. "Maybe it's time we gave him a sibling. What d'ya think?"
Her breath hitched slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she turned her head to look up at him. His green eyes were soft, filled with love and hope, the idea of another little one filling the space between them.
"You want another?" She asked gently, her own smile starting to bloom.
Harry's arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her against him. "I do. I'd love nothing more than to see him running around with a little brother or sister. Just imagineâ..âHe trailed off for a moment, his voice taking on that playful tone she loved so much. ââNother little Styles running amuck.â
YN let out a soft laugh, butterflies in her belly at the thought. She imagined itâanother tiny hand holding onto theirs, another set of wide eyes learning to ride a bike, another burst of giggles filling their home.
Atlas, still playing in the leaves, looked up at them, his cheeks flushed, his energy endless. Harry pressed a kiss to her temple as her lips parted. âDunno if the world could handle three of you.â
He laughed, nibbling her earlobe as she shook in his grasp from a small giggle. YN felt her heart flutter as she leaned back into him, the thought of growing their little family filling her with joy. She turned in his arms, catching his lips in a soft, lingering kiss, before they both turned their gazes back to Atlas, who was still gleefully tossing leaves into the air. "I think you might be right," she whispered against his lips, feeling the warmth of his embrace as they both imagined the beautiful future ahead-one filled with more laughter, more love, and the promise of another little soul to share it all with.
Harry only drew a sharp inhale as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, wiggling her into a hug with her feet a few inches off the ground.
Just as they shared a soft, lingering kiss, lost in the tenderness of the moment, they heard the unmistakable sound of their sonâs giggles. Harry eased her back onto the ground, as they both turned their heads in the direction of their son, just in time to see Atlas bounding toward them, his small arms full of crisp orange and reddened leaves. His cheeks were flushed pink from the chilly air and his recent excitement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
His curls bounced with every run forward, his laughter bubbling up as he raced over, his tiny legs moving as fast as they could.
Before they could react, Atlas flung the pile of leaves up into the air with an exaggerated grunt, his tongue between his lips in focus, wanting to toss the leaves up high enough to reach them. A flurry of vibrant colors cascaded down over their heads, the leaves scattered across their shoulders, tangling in Harryâs curls and catching on YNâs scarf, all while Atlasâs laughter rang out loud and clear.
Harry feigned a gasp of shock, dramatically shaking his head to get the leaves out of his hair. âOi! Whatâs this then, Attie? Attackinâ us with leaves, are ya?â
YN couldnât help but laugh, her heart full as she shook off the leaves, her fingers brushing through Harryâs hair to remove a few stubborn ones. âOh no! Weâve been caught in a leaf storm!â she teased, looking down at Atlas, who was now doubled over with giggles, clearly proud of his ambush.
With a playful growl, Harry lunged toward Atlas, scooping him up into his arms and spinning him around. âYâthink you can get away with that, huh?â he said, his voice filled with laughter as he squealed in delight, wriggling in his arms.
Atlas flailed with laughter, tiny hands grabbing at more leaves as Harry twirled him around. âMâleaves! More!â
YN grinned, quickly gathering a pile of leaves at her feet, and as soon as Harry set Atlas back down, she tossed them gently over both of them. âGot you both this time!â
Harry let out an exaggerated âOof!â as the leaves fluttered around him and Atlas, catching in their hair and sticking to their coats. The boyâs eyes were wide with delight, and he scrambled to scoop up more leaves in his little hands, tossing them right back at YN. âMama! Catch!â
Before long, all three of them were knee-deep in leaves, tossing them high into the air and letting them fall down like confetti. Harry knelt down beside Atlas, grabbing fistfuls of leaves and tossing them toward YN with a mischievous grin. âWeâll get her, bub!â
He followed his fatherâs lead, giggling as they both launched leaves toward YN, who pretended to shield herself, laughing as she stumbled backward, covered in the golden debris.
âAlright, alright! I surrender!â she cried, holding up her hands in mock defeat, but her laughter betrayed her as Harry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down into the soft pile of leaves they had created together.
With YN now nestled in Harryâs arms, Atlas climbed onto her lap, still giggling, his cheeks rosy from the crisp autumn air. His small hands grabbed at more leaves, sprinkling them over both his parents as they laughed together, completely lost in the moment.
The three of them lay there in the leaves for a few quiet seconds, the sound of their breathing soft, the laughter having died down into contented smiles. The rustle of the trees above, mixed with the occasional burst of wind, made the world around them feel distant and peaceful. Harryâs arm was wrapped securely around YN, while Atlas sprawled across them both, eyes twinkling with joy.
Atlas suddenly sat up after a beat, throwing a final handful of leaves into the air. âMore leaves tomorrow, Mama?â
YN laughed softly, brushing a stray leaf from his curls. âDefinitely more leaves tomorrow, Attie.â
Harry grinned, ruffling his sonâs hair as Atlas wiggled between them. âBut now we gotta help yâmum make dinner, yeah?â
And as the last bit of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow over them, they shook themselves of the grass and leaves, trotting into their home with rumbling stomachs and full hearts.
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