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I’ve decided that the fawn in my navigation is Iris’s animagus.
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I think once Harry starts growing some facial hair, he would definitely pepper Wolfstar!daughter’s face and neck with kisses so he can tickle her with his stubble. He loves the sound of her laughter and the feel/smell of her skin, this way he gets both. 🤭 A lot of make-out sessions turn out that way. And a fair share turns into some sweet lovemaking 🥰
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He likes to wake her up that way. If he thinks she’s been napping too long (he hasn’t had her attention in over an hour.) he’s just going to start spooning her from behind tickling her with her with his stubble. (Undeniably her favorite way to wake up tbh)
#knock knock knocking on my askbox#🦄 anon#wolfstar!daughter!reader#wolfstar!daughter#harry potter x wolfstar!daughter
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Drabble request from an anon: in a world where Harry is a professional quidditch player and wolfstar daughter reader attending every game :,)
You can submit a Drabble request here.
Light flirting at the end.
You’ve always loved how Harry looked straight off the pitch. Windswept hair, reddened cheeks, and the adrenaline running off his body in waves as he rushes up to where you’re perched on the bench outside the locker rooms. (the one a few of his teammates had put there for you when they noticed you always leaning on the wall waiting for him.)
Harry quickly pulls in your face for a fierce kiss. You smile into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging the hair at the back of his head. He lets out a soft groan before pulling away from you. You grin and place a small kiss on the side of his mouth. “You did really good today.”
Harry snorts at you before pulling you down on the bench. “You say that every game, love.” You shake your head and place a kiss on the nook of his neck.
“Yeah, but you were better than usual! You caught the snitch in no time at all!” You stroke his cheek and he leans in on instinct. “I guess I just wanted the game to end a bit early today…” he trails off shyly as his eyes trail down form. You were wearing his old Gryffindor jersey. Seeing you with the word ‘potter’ printed over your back in bold letters made his throat run dry and his body run hot.
You notice his wondering eyes almost immediately; it brings a smirk to his face as you run your hand through his hair slowly. “What? This old thing? Found it in a box when I was going through some of our old stuff. There are a lot of interesting things in there.”
Harry takes a sharp breath and stands up. “I’m gonna go shower. Maybe after I’m done we can go home and we can show me what else you found.”
You nod smugly. “Alright then. Make sure you take a cold one.”
#if quidditch Harry is our conversation topic 🤭#need to write quidditch Harry again very soon!#self.reblogs
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Little fawn in my intro🥹 best theme ever
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Request from an anon: can you please!! do an argument one pls where the reader ends up crying or Harry’s mad at her its probably like not their first argument but the biggest one tysm 🎀
A/N— hello Nonnie! I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind (if it’s way off please feel free to request again.) but they do argue and reader does cry. The argument is about reader going horcrux hunting even though that’s not directly stated.
You can send a request here.
“Oh for fucksake, y/n! Why won’t you just listen this one time?!”
If you weren’t so angry, you’d flinch at the harshness in his tone. Harry had never cussed at you before. Harry didn’t even like raising his voice at you usually. As selfish as it is, you want to hold it against him. Even if you’d yelled at him too. Your hands are shaking as you continue stuffing your small-ish bag with things you’re not even paying attention to anymore. “I’m said, I’m going.” You can guess how he’s going to respond before he even gets the chance to speak, and that pisses you off most.
“You’re not! It’s too dangerous, and I have enough to worry about without having to look over my shoulder for you every other second!” He snaps at you hastily. You clutch your bag before tossing it back to the bed and glaring at him. You can’t help but feel like his enemy right now, although that was far from the truth. You know you love him. Usually, it would make you sick to argue with the person you care about more than anything but the determination and frustration festering in your stomach keeps you from backing down.
“You don’t get to tell me what’s ‘too dangerous!’ I’m just as capable as the rest of you!” You know it’s low of you, bringing his friends into it after he’d done the careful work of avoiding the subject for weeks. Harry scoffs, his next words coming out in exasperated and somewhat sarcastic laughter. “This isn’t about being capable! I know you’re capable! It’s just—I don’t want you to come!”
“Why not?!”
“Because I don’t want you hurt!”
Your breath hitches and suddenly you don’t feel so confident in your stance anymore. Your shoulders as a lump forms in your throat. Your glare softens into something of a sympathetic stare. Harry’s losing some of his attitude too.
“The idea of watching you in pain or worse is—it’s the worst thing I can imagine. I can’t lose anyone else.” In a split second all your resolve crumbles between your fingers. You feel tears slide down your face as you pull him into the tightest hug you’ve ever given. You can’t be sure what you can do to make it better, or even if you can. All you know is that he needs you.
#wolfstar!daughter!reader#wolfstar!daughter#harry james potter x reader#harry potter x reader#harry james potter x y/n#harry potter x fem!reader#harry james potter x you#harry potter x y/n#harry potter x you#harry james potter imagine#harry potter oneshot#harry potter imagine#hjp x y/n#hjp x you#hjp x reader#hjp
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bro is really one of those jocks in the curly hair and broad shoulders (sorry do i have a type? maybe?) and i saw the quidditch one like aaarrrgghhhh. and our girl wolfstar daughter know she's special because his eyes are always on her 😭
WE have a type!
I KNOW she’s insufferable when they first start dating.(and she’s real tbh.) that girls night gossip is an AWFUL experience for her friends. she has no shame about what she says. I get her 1000% actually. I’d simping too if pretty boy potter looked at ME like I single-handedly hung every star in the sky.
#mutuals <33#knock knock knocking on my askbox#wolfstar!daughter!reader#wolfstar!daughter#harry potter x wolfstar!daughter#she’s so down bad.
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pls expand on flirt!harry pls pls pls!!!!
I thought you’d never ask!!!
After you start dating the flirting comes naturally. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it half the time. (James Potter effect.)
It’s ALLLL in the pet names. Because he does it so casual and it comes and goes so quickly he doesn’t notice hot your face gets or how you stammer when he asks you a question.
“Sweetheart” “darling” “love” “baby”
This one is not really flirting but it’s something I can see him doing and it makes me SICK (I want him so bad.) but he just…watches and listens to you very intently when you’re talking to him. Even when it’s something as simple as telling him about your day. You’re leaning on his shoulder and he’s stroking your head as you just…talk about whatever’s going on in your brain. (Yappers unite! ✊🏾✊🏾)
Now…something that’s very important to me…quidditch Harry. He is SUCH a menace. Everything he does during quidditch? PURPOSEFUL!
Showing off by doing super unnecessary tricks, (stalling the WHOLE match.) catching the snitch and OFFERING it to you with a showy smirk.
You know what’s funny though? Even though Harry flirts with you big time, the second you flirt back he’s all flustered about it. It doesn’t even have to be something big. A simple kiss on the cheek or a mumble of a petname and a tug on his hand at a party when you’re ready to go and he’s putty in your hands. A human puddle.
#thank you for encouraging my delusions there will be more of this in the future#knock knock knocking on my askbox#trip to anononia#harry james potter x reader#harry potter x reader#harry james potter x y/n
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During quidditch practice and/or a game, Harry would fly over to wear Wolfstar!daughter is standing/sitting and give her a little smile. 😉
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Absolutely! He literally will disrupt the entire practice just to give her a little hi. Give her a little chat. So much so that she was banned from watching from watching them practice. (That does NOT stop him.)
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Flirt!Harry. Penny for your thoughts?
#i’m actually so obsessed with him. it’s become a problem.#one chance please pretty boy potter 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾#side note!#penny for your thoughts is a great tag for these actually#penny for your thoughts
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I really miss him <\3
Literally about to see Hozier in less than thirty minutes…
#post concert blues#at my concert he held up two people’s ace and progress flags :#I almost cried because it was so important to me.
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Sang Francesca extra loud for Harry and wolfstar!daughter <33
Literally about to see Hozier in less than thirty minutes…
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Literally about to see Hozier in less than thirty minutes…
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You Are In Love.
Harry James Potter x wolfstar!daughter!reader
Fluff, friends to lovers, pining, cuddling. (References to the lyrics are in bold)
Your friends and Harry’s have made themselves comfortable in your room. beanbags, pillows, and a few pieces of salty microwave popcorn scattered across the floor as some old gory horror movie plays on the TV. You stopped paying attention a while ago, being more concerned with your popcorn and how warm Harry’s skin felt on yours as you leaned on his shoulder; his arm wrapped around your waist.
You feel his eyes on you. His intense gaze nearly burns a hole in the top of your head. As you turn your head up quietly to see what's wrong he takes your chin into his hand. Your throat goes dry and you feel your hands get clammy. The churning you get in your stomach is new, it’s exciting, it's nothing like you’ve felt before. “Look up,” Harry mumbles as he raises your chin. He swipes a small piece of popcorn off the side of your cheek with his thumb and lets his hand fall back in his lap. Your eyes follow it.
Your heart speeds up and time slows down. Your eyes stay fixed on his hand. One touch was all it was. A single brush, nothing abnormal compared to how touchy you two usually are. So why did something so minor give you such intense feelings?
Your mind tries to dwell on it but a sudden and loud noise from the TV breaks you from your thoughts. The group of friends you’d forgotten about all shriek and flinch at what you guess had been a jump scare. You become aware of your surroundings again and right at that moment, the realization hits.
You are in love.
With your best friend, your Harry.
What were you to do now?
A few weeks later you’re in Harry’s room for your weekly sleepover. You’re in one of his hoodies and a pair of pajama pants he thought he lost a while ago. You two talk and laugh and shush each other under the blankets, just like normal. You ignore the fluttering sensation in your belly and the voice in the back of your head shouting “Tell him! Tell him!”
It doesn’t matter how much butterflies flutter or how hot your face gets. You won’t tell him. You can’t risk it. You won’t take a chance if it means potentially ruining your friendship forever. You couldn’t handle losing Harry. It would break you.
You and Harry are cuddled close under his sheets. You’re almost nose-to-nose and you can feel his breath on your face. Your fingers trace over Harry’s cheek slowly, softly, almost longingly. He smiles and presses his lips to your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to savor the feel of his lips on your skin. Your body is still begging you to tell him, but you don’t. Instead, you open your eyes and they trail over his face. You soak him in like it’s the first time you’ve seen him, even though this is the same face you've had committed to memory since before you could properly say your own name.
Harry’s eyes don’t move. They stay locked in yours as he strokes your arm in slow, repeating patterns. At that moment, he didn’t think he would need to look at anything that wasn’t you ever again. As long as he could see the crease by your eyes the dimple on your cheek he’d be okay. Harry seems to dissociate for a bit as his eyes focus on you. Your eyebrows furrow as poke his cheek softly, silently asking him what’s wrong.
He shakes his head and snaps out of his trance. He’s got a strange look on his face. He looks conflicted as he takes your face in between his hands and presses his forehead against yours.
“You’re my best friend.” He mumbles breathlessly, like he’s just finished running a marathon.
At first, you don’t think anything of it. But after a few minutes of mauling over his worlds silently, your heart jumps to your throat.
You pull away from him. Shocked, happy, wide-eyed, and grinning.
You knew what it was,
He is in love.
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I love it when I look at my drabble requests and there’s a sad one in there. Gives me a chance to stretch my angst writing limbs.
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