#knitting harry potter

[sun-kissy]

🧣 remus lupin + "you fell asleep. it would’ve been cute, if i hadn’t been so paranoid you were actually unconscious"! please! 😁

thank you for the request lovely! :)

slumber | r.l.

— “You fell asleep. It would’ve been cute, if I hadn’t been so paranoid you were actually unconscious.”

remus lupin x reader

tw: fluff!

Remus can tell that you’re exhausted simply from your voice when you call out to him. It’s full of love, as it always is, just a little dimmer than it was when he kissed you goodbye that morning.

You enter the house and kick off your shoes. Remus meets you in the hallway, tugging your coat off for you before pulling you into his arms. You go easily.

“Hey, sweet girl.”

“Hi,” you mumble, relaxing into him. He splays one hand out between your shoulder blades, the other on the small of your back.

“Long day?”

You make a soft sound halfway between I dunno and mhm. Something in his heart twists when you look up at him, all droopy eyelids and tired smile.

He hums pityingly. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head. Remus pecks your forehead before pulling away to take your hands.

“Okay, that’s okay, sweetheart. Let’s get some food in you.”

There’s nothing you can do but nod, but that’s enough for him. He all but carries you to the kitchen and hoists you up onto the platform.

He manhandles you in the gentlest way, adjusting your too-tired-to-move body until he was certain your head wasn’t going to hit anything.

“Remember that book fair Sirius invited me to, said it was full of classics and poetry?” he glances at you as he moves away. You nod.

Remus starts to cut up ingredients, goes through the familiar motions of making your favourite soup. He knows you’re not yourself when you’re tired — on a normal day, you’d be chatting his ear off. He’ll talk for you instead.

“… and it turns out he was lying. It was a fucking party, at this huge, loud club. I should’ve known, really, I mean it’s Sirius we’re talking about…” he hopes it’s enough to keep you awake. He isn’t usually one for words, but he’d read novels out loud if it meant you were listening.

Remus continues talking, and you really are trying your best to keep up. But your eyelids feel heavy. So heavy.

Maybe he asks you something, you hear the lilt in his voice at the end of his sentence. You don’t answer, you can’t. Your eyes flutter shut as you’re tugged along by the stream of unconsciousness.

There’s a tingling sensation in your brain, like someone’s pulling your mind out of the depths of sleep. You force your eyes open, squinting as the bright lights of the chandelier in the living room hit your retinas.

“Y/n, sweetheart?”

The vivid light is instantly replaced by your boyfriend’s silhouette as he stands over you. You can’t make out his expression fully, a mix of relief and bemusement and something else you can’t place.

“You’re up, thank god.”

You blink. “What happened?”

Remus gives you a small smile, the skin under his eyes crinkling in slight worry. He helps you up into a sitting position. “You fell asleep. It would’ve been cute, if I hadn’t been so paranoid you were actually unconscious.”

You let out a huff of laughter. “How long was I out for?”

“Three hours.” His expression finally lets up a little, less terse. He sits down next to you, giving you a few giggly kisses before pulling you into his side. “I tried to wake you up more than a few times, dove. But you were out cold. I guess you really were tired, huh?”

“I guess so,” you smile.

“You were,” he grins, rubbing the fat of your arm affectionately. “You were snoring real loud too.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he dots a kiss on your nose, “Whatever rocks your boat.”

san’s christmas sleepover

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Praise

@jegulus-microfic October 3, Word count 199

“Oh, Sirius, darling, it’s absolutely beautiful. I love it. I’m going to hang it right there, so everyone sees it as soon as they enter the room. Thank you, darling,” Effie gushed at Regulus’s brother. Sirius sat there, preening with Effie’s praise of his latest painting. Regulus was glad he wasn’t like that. James walked into the room wearing the emerald green jumper Regulus had spent weeks knitting by hand.

“Is that the jumper you were knitting, Regulus dear?” Effie asked, as James sat beside Regulus on the sofa. 

“Yes,” He said uncertainly. Euphemia Potter was known for her knitted goods, and he was just a beginner. 

“Darling, it’s perfect. You’d think you’d been knitting for years, and it’s exactly the right shape for James’s awkward body,”

“Hey!” James protested, but Effie waved him off. 

“You’re broad and muscular with a slim waist, dear. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make anything for you? Very well done, Regulus,” She turned her attention back to the blushing Regulus, lapping up her praise like a starving puppy, worse even than Sirius was and unable to take his eyes off James. He really did look good in green. 

[thenevarranaccord]

I’ve decided to bully people who are still in denial about Dumbledore being gay. It’s the only way.

“There is absolutely no textual evidence that Dumbledore was gay, except for his extremely flamboyant behavior and style of dress, his many feminine hobbies, his complete lack of attraction to women, the love letters he wrote to another man, the sexual tension he had with another man, the scandal about his relationship with another man, the time Harry talks to him about his previous relationship with another man and, of course, the multiple times in the latest movie where he says he was in love with another man.”

I think most of you are just dumb.

[bogslob]

Sirius Black knits jumpers for Remus Lupin

[versuscertamen]

All The Young Dudes Tapestry Crochet Pattern

[greenlighted]

harry picks up knitting during the summer after the wars over.

he's restless and can't sit still, he feels ready to vibrate out of his skin with all the pent up energy inside of him that's got nowhere to go. it's like he's stuck in the adrenaline rush of war long after everyone else has already crashed, burned, and been reborn again.

he goes to hogwarts multiple days a week to help the rebuilding effort, spends hours working off all of the energy inside of him. but it's still not enough. as soon as he gets back to the burrow his legs are bouncing, his hands shaking, his eyes fa darting back and forth constantly.

molly finally takes pity on him and starts letting him help around the house again after shooing away his offers one too many times.

he already knows how to cook, how to clean, from life with the dursleys. they're things he actively enjoys too, both in spite of and because of life with dursleys as well. he already knows how to do these things, but molly teaches him how to do it all the wizarding way. she teaches him to make different sorts of breads, even helps him make his own sourdough starter. she teaches him how to make all sorts of dishes, desserts, drinks. she teaches him cleaning charms and cooking charms. she even shows him laundry spells, he vows to show her and mr weasley a muggle washer and dryer.

but what he likes the most that she shows him, is how to knit.

he had already known the basics, as he'd tried to learn with hermione when she had started to make her house elf hats. he'd never stuck with it, and quickly gave up. but he'd been patient this time and let molly teach him to make hats, scarves, socks, sweaters.

he keeps the hobby once he goes back to hogwarts for their eighth year too. he can often be seen sitting in the eighth year common room surrounded with yarn. sometimes hermione will join him. it's fun, he thinks, having such an innocent, unhurried hobby.

he completes his first sweater for christmas.

its deep red, with dark green trim, and a large dark green 'M' in the middle of it.

[soupiero]

ron weasley (harry potter: gof) for myself 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 divider 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 🧶

[knit-with-it]

An attempt at a Slytherin scarf as a gift for my friend!

[idleworkshop]

My ADHD has lasted long enough 😂 Hopefully I’ll have a finished scarf before it gets cold enough to need one

[sun-kissy]

🧣 maybe james potter + “you’re already wearing half of my clothes, i genuinely don’t see how us cuddling will make this any weirder” with a friends to lovers...? 👀

thank you for the request! here's your scarf lovely :)🧣

— "You're already wearing half of my clothes, I genuinely don't see how us cuddling will make this any weirder."

james potter x reader

tw: fluffy fluff, james is a flirt <3

“Hey.”

You look up to see none other than James Potter grinning at you as he walks down the stairs. He has one hand raking through his curls, the other fist pressed against his hip. A cramped muscle, by the looks of it. His shirt rides up the slightest bit — giving you an unobstructed view of his abdomen.

“Hi,” you reply, hoping you don’t sound as breathless as you feel. “Hi, James.” You sit up straighter, flattening the unruly strands of hair on your head and readjusting your crumpled clothes. Your heart felt like it was going to jump right out of your throat.

James lets out a quiet chuckle when he notices you forcibly trying to look away. “What are you doing up so late?”

He drapes himself across the other end of the couch, teasingly raising his shirt higher. You feel your mind go blank. You swear you’re trying to meet his eyes, but your gaze gets stuck on his biceps, glistening and chiseled in the dim glow from the fireplace.

“I… um… I…” you squeak, mouth opening and closing like an idiot.

James hums almost teasingly, less like he’s acknowledging your answer and more like he’s thinking about the lack of one. He looks at you with a hint of bemusement and something else you can’t place.

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Oh – um… I dunno… I’m just, uh,” you clear your throat with a nervous chuckle, desperately looking around you. Your saviour comes in the form of a book, lying half-opened next to you. Remus must have mistakenly left it here.

“I’m reading,” you hold it up quickly, with a feeble attempt at a casual smile. You’re flustered and you know he knows it.

“Reading, huh?”

“Mhm.”

James raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t quite believe you. “Whatcha reading?”

You quickly turn the book over to look at the cover, and he sniggers. “It’s uh…” you squint, the title in some foreign language. Remus and his stupid multilingual tongue. You open your mouth, determined to make up some gibberish answer.

“You don’t know what you’re reading?”

“No, no! I do, but um…”

“Let me have a look at it,” he interrupts, a hint of teasing in his tone. You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as he leans over, fingers making you dizzy when they brush against yours.

James takes the book, but doesn’t spare it a glance. He’s looking at you.

His gaze flicks over you for a moment, expression morphing into a lot of different things before settling on a smile. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

You blink, surprised. You look down, and cringe – you’d meant to pull on one of Sirius’ ones, but with how messy the boys’ room was, you must’ve gotten mixed up. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry.”

He lets out a breath of laughter at the panic in your tone, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

James starts to frown when your expression doesn’t let up. You looked so guilty, it made his heart squeeze in awful ways.

“I really am sorry, I –”

“Seriously,” he interrupts, softening. “It’s no problem. Plus, you look absolutely lovely.”

Your eyes widen a fraction, the compliment sending a shot of giddiness through you. James' lips quirk up when he catches the hints of a shy smile on your lips.

You’re saved from having to respond by a sudden sound, a quiet snuff from beside you. Both of you quickly turn to the source of it, the room plunging into a much darker light. The fire had been snubbed out.

The dip in temperature was palpable instantly. You hadn’t noticed how much warmth the fire had been providing, but now that it was gone, the chill in the air was obvious. You curl into yourself with a shaky exhale.

“There’s no more firewood,” James mutters, more to himself. He turns to you, eyebrows twitching when he realises that you’re shivering. “Are you cold?”

“Um… a little.”

“C’mere.”

You blink at him. “Huh?”

“Come here,” he says easily, arms opening up in invitation as he pats the spot next to him.

“Like, for a hug?” Your voice sounds unnaturally high.

James exhales on a chuckle. “Yeah, sure. A hug, cuddles, whatever’s gonna help you warm up.” He pauses, eyebrows bunching up. “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re freezing.”

You stay stubbornly put, heart thudding against your ribs. You gnaw the inside of your cheek hesitantly.

James lets out an amused sigh, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’re already wearing half of my clothes, I genuinely don’t see how us cuddling will make this any weirder.”

That cracks you up a little, and James is quite proud of himself for the smile he manages to pull from you. 

“Okay,” you mumble.

Slowly, you scoot closer to him. He waits patiently, not until you’re within arms length, but until you curl up to him. Only then does he wrap his arms around you, the gentlest touch his calloused hands will allow him.

“Is this alright?”

You nod happily, relaxing into the softness of his body. He rubs your back. Even if the cold doesn’t immediately go away, the uncomfortableness sure does.

A while later, you tell James that you feel warmer. He grins and pulls you a little closer.

san's christmas sleepover

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Terence Higgs & Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, can be read as platonic or romantic - Relationship Characters: Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Terence Higgs, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Prompt Fic, Platonic Relationships, Queerplatonic Relationships, But can be read as romantic if you want I guess, Non-Linear Narrative, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Fluff, Hobbies, Photographer Harry Potter Series: Part 13 of Of Fests and Prompts [Ao3 & Discord Prompts] Summary:

4 times Harry takes up a new hobby during a season and the one thing he can do all the time.

[22.10.2023: Re-read & corrected]

[sweetiepotatofry]

I think I accidentally knitted for so long I'm feeling invisible yarn in my hands.

[ratzmatazz]

I'm really bitter the only really fun big knit-a-long/knitting "competition" is harry potter themed,,,, I want to do themed monthly challenges whys it gotta be terf flavored D:

[nestingtendencies]

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[mystic-wolfs]

We just learned how to (basic) knit while watching Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets. Hopefully this knowledge will last till tomorrow (our memory and knowledge is terrible at the moment), but yay /lh

(Also, heat blankies are the absolute best ^^)

~Blurree