#we look a sylvannian family

[ryu-blue]

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

I love @ryu-blue but she loves her blue robot more

But without me you wouldn't have a husband!

Anyways, vivan los novios

And of curse they have a Baby, it’s the little JJ

[lucigoo]

So many little pink houses

My very first entry for the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #235 — Little Pink Houses, read under the cut 💖

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: General Audiences

Character(s): Percy, Dara (Percy/Viktors Oc daughter) and Harry

Summary: Dara got to many little pink houses for christmas, Percy is not amused.

Wordcount: 702

Percy sighed. It was a good job he loved his daughter more than life. How had nobody communicated about her Christmas presents? Now he had a bunch of different sized little pink houses dotted around the place. Viktor had seen him trying to organise them, laughed and walked away, the git. So here Percy was, trying to convince Dara that yes, her 12 pink houses would be fine. That they could shrink some of them and rotate them. That he would do practically anything to get these monstrosities off his living room floor. He turned as he heard someone enter. As soon as Harry walked through the door, he jumped back with a yelp. “Percy, what was that for?” he asked, annoyed. “Because you overindulge, you twat. She didn’t need 2 different Barbie doll houses and a LOL doll set off you and George alone,” he answered, seething. “And that’s not to mention everyone else she asked for one from. So now I have 12 stupid different pink houses here. That one, that one’s a Sylvannian Families one. She doesn’t even like them, she hates how they feel. Now I have to get rid of it in a few weeks so she doesn’t have a meltdown because she can’t play with it. And I’m blaming you,” he said as he waved his wand in Harry’s face. 

“Well, just put a few away. Which are her favourites?” Harry asked. “All of them!” Percy said, glaring at his brother-in-law. “And it’s all your bloody fault. Why did you have to start selling muggle toys, too? In your bloody shop? She wouldn’t have seen them otherwise.” He groused. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. They sell so well in Hogsmeade, especially when we enchant the dolls.” Harry explained. “Yeah, well, bully for you. Now my living room is full of little pink houses. We have Barbie, Polly Pocket, The Littlest Pet shop, that big wooden thing mum brought, Hermione got her one that she has to build herself. Harry …” Percy said as he leant in close. “She doesn’t even like pink Harry,” he hissed out. Causing Harry to throw his head back and laugh. Just then, the menace in question came running into the room screaming “Uncle Harry” at the top of her lungs. Percy watched, heart in his throat as Harry picked her up and threw her around. He knew better than to say anything, otherwise they would do it more, but he hated it. 

He stood watching with a smile as Dara talked to Harry. Suddenly tuning in when something caught his attention. “Who is being mean to Aster?” he asked. “A boy he plays with Daddy, he said boys can’t like pink. Aunt Pansy said sometimes muggles have silly ideas like that and it was ok, but now Aster won’t have any pink in his bedroom. So I said that’s ok. I will ask for lots of pink, even if I don’t like it, and his silly friend can’t come to play. But when Aster does, we will have lots to play with. And look daddy, we do.” Dara said as she spread her arms wide, beaming. Percy looked at Harry and noticed he too had tears in his eyes. “How are you the sweetest child to ever be born, Dara?” he asked huskily as she giggled in Harry’s arms. Percy couldn’t wait anymore. He grabbed her back and hugged her tight. “I love you so much, sweetheart,” he said. Dara snuggled in her father’s arms, surrounded by too many pink houses that were bound to drive Percy barmy, but he would deal with it for Aster and Dara, his amazing girl. “I’ll go floo Nev, you go tell Viktor, I will text George to expect a gushing floo call.” Harry said with a laugh as he watched Percy pouring so much love and adoration into the little being in his arms. That didn’t stop him chuckling on the way out about how he had enchanted the Lol dolls and their house so that they never stayed put and the pieces would randomly change colour. Dara would adore it. Percy was going to go spare when he figured it out.