#Harry takes care of sick Teddy
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Smallest of Moments
Word Count: +950
Category: tooth-aching fluff
Warning: none
Summary: The small moments that scream “I love you” between you and Harry.
A/N: this is from a prompt list my love @finelinevogue made me so we have el to thank for rescuing me and supplying me with tooth-aching fluff. ily 💕
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“Love” was such a universal word. No matter what language you spoke, no matter what your background about it was, everyone knew what the word “love” was, and especially when it’s “I love you”.
You’d find it written in cursive on vibrant, red teddy bears, on notebooks, on cards, and on wedding dresses, even. You’d hear it in movies, because what is anything but made in the name of love?
There were those who said “I love you”s to everyone their heart beat for, there were those who’d rather show it, and then there were those who said it, wrote songs about it, and showed it altogether—and Harry was the latter.
Between you and Harry, an “I love you” was a sacred promise; one that got renewed like a vow every time you uttered the 3 words to one another, but it was within the intimate moments that the 3 words were heavier than a promise could ever be.
“Baby, baby stop for a second,” Harry would say, putting his hands on your waist before either of you crossed the road and in a second, he was kneeling on the ground, his hands reaching to your shoe to tie your flying shoelaces, making you steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.
Surely enough, crossing any road with your hands not intertwined in one another was foreign to the both of you; Harry’s body always being the one on the side of the cars because: “it makes me feel cool,” he had once said.
It was within a moment of laughter between the both of you and your friends.
“Lies! All you do is tell lies, lies, lies!” Harry would exclaim over the laughter of his friends, and like the saying went:
“The first person you look at when you laugh, is the person you value the most.”
Harry’s eyes instantly went to yours the moment laughter was involved, the both of you looking at one another as you laughed, no matter what the context was, and no matter what the seating was. He could be in the middle of a show, laughing at something a fan had said, and he’d still find you.
It was always loud when it was cold, too.
“Where do you think you’re going with your jacket unzipped like that?” Like a concerned parent, Harry would raise his eyebrow at you before you went out.
“I’m not going to zip it, it’ll ruin the outfit,” you’d reason, looking down at your outfit with a huff.
He’d take long strides towards you, his hands reaching to your jacket as he’d try to stifle his laughter over your pouting face while he zipped you up. He’d lean forward, pecking your pouty lips; “It’s cold outside, don’t want you to get sick.”
“You don’t want to take care of me?” You always teased him.
“I’ll always take care of you,” he’d smile, pecking your lips again, “Just would rather you’re not sick while I’m at it.”
It was gentle and soothing when times were tough.
When you were sad, crying and blue and ready to shut the world out but not Harry—never Harry.
He’d hold you, soundlessly comforting you with the soft hair strokes and the gentle kisses, sometimes even going far enough to crack a bad joke or two that would have you laughed at how bad it was.
His hand would be gentle on your face, grazing your cheek so softly before he’d reach to hold your chin, tilting your head up a little, “Ready to smile?” He’d ask so gently, and it was his voice and patience that would have you smiling a little, giggling and laughing when Harry would make a big deal of it by pretending to faint from seeing you smile, going limp with a smile on his face before he’d open his arms, asking you to take shelter in them.
When Harry was giving a show, it was always a good time. When Harry was giving a show that you were there to watch? That was unmatched.
His eyes would always find their way to you, smiling and shaking his head whenever he’d catch you wildly dancing; spinning around, jumping, screaming the lyrics. But Harry knew that you were always so focused on him during his show that you always forgot to drink from the flask he had gotten you ages ago, kept safe in the crocheted bottle holder around your shoulder and down your side that you and Harry both had bought from a flea market.
It would always be between songs when he’d look at you, bring his hand together to form what seemed to be a cup and tilt it slightly to his mouth to remind you to drink, and he’d always smile when he’d watch you open your bottle and drink.
And it was within moments of fan interactions, and how Harry was never embarrassed nor anything but excited to talk about you.
“How long have you been together?” He asked a couple, “4 years?! That’s how long my girlfriend and I have been together!” He beamed, eyes glistening with excitement and bunny teeth on full display along with his dimple, “What month? November? No, my girl and I win this round. We’ve been-We’ve been together a few months longer than you.”
And while “I love you” was a nice reminder to hear and a good promise to utter, it was always the smallest of moments of it all.
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Prof. Harry x Fem reader
Smut
So much fluff!
University.
One of the scariest places you’ve ever stepped foot into. The same one your willingly going back to after four years.
You had just started your masters degree when you found out you were pregnant. It was going to be way to labour intensive to see it through with a baby, so you did exactly what you didn’t want to and dropped out.
Seven months after you dropped out you gave birth to the most precious little boy and called him Noah. Now little three year old Noah was heading off to day care for the first time while his Mum was heading back to start her Masters all over again.
Dropping Noah off you couldn’t decide if you should feel like a bad Mum going back to University or proud of yourself for being able to do both. You make sure Noah is occupied with some colouring before heading off to your first class. This process occurred for the first few weeks and began working really well for you and Noah. He was learning so much at day care and you were feeling amazing about your Masters.
There was still one thing holding you back in one of your classes. You had had some run ins with one of your professors who you knew from before you had Noah and who you had gone to University with as undergraduates. Harry. You were good friends, for a while, but things broke down when Noah’s Dad fell into the picture. Harry hated him, always said he was wrong for you and up to no good. Which in a way he was right.
******
You were sitting in Harry’s class one day when your phone began to buzz with the daycares number. You quickly sneak out of Harry’s lecture and answer. Your day was being cut short. Poor Noah was vomiting with a temperature, meaning you had no choice but to go and pick him up. You sneak back into class packing your things up quietly before sneaking back out glancing down to the front of the room on the way out to notice Harry already staring at you a wave of confusion covering his face.
You pick Noah up and head straight home. Once arriving at home you get some medicine ready for Noah who you had left laying on the couch. “Baby mummy has some medicine to help you feel better” you say softly kneeling in front of him “mummy feel yucky” he whimpers. You lean over kissing his head softly “I know baby, take this for mummy it will help I promise”. You help him pop the little syringe of liquid in his mouth before passing him his little water bottle to wash it down “mummy’s brave boy” you smile brushing his growing hair from his face “have a little lay down monkey, mummy’s going to sit with you ok?” You ask softly. He just nods pulling his blanket and teddy up closer to his chest.
After around half an hour Noah had fallen asleep. You decide to take this opportunity to try and catch up on the things you missed in class today which meant emailing your professor for the notes. You open your laptop going to your emails to see a couple of unread ones including one from Harry from that afternoon.
To your surprise he had taken the time from his day to email you the notes from class today with a message attached.
‘Hi Y/N,
I noticed you slipped out of class today, I just wanted to check in and ensure everything is ok?
No need to go into detail, but please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.
Please find attached the rest of the notes from the lecture today, feel free to contact me with questions or queries,
Kind regards,
Prof. H Styles.’
You quickly glance through the notes before looking at the time seeing it was still only early, Harry would still be at work, you figured it was best to offer some sort of explanation.
‘Hi Professor,
Thank you for reaching out and for the notes they have been very helpful.
I’m sorry I had to sneak out, unfortunately my son fell sick and I had to bring him home,
I’m hoping to be back in class tomorrow.
Thanks again,
Y/N Y/L/N.’
You never got a reply from Harry after that. Not that you expected one. You got through the rest of your day hanging out on the couch with Noah in between his vomits and temperatures, you managed to get the lecture notes revised and yourself up to date with your classes, as well as Noah fed and tucked into bed a little earlier than normal to get the extra rest he needed.
****
The next morning Noah had stopped vomiting but was still having temperatures on and off. You had called your Mum the night before to see if she could look after Noah so you could to go to your classes. She was more than accomodating coming over to your place extra early and assuring you that there was no need to rush home that he would be ok with his Grandma for a day.
You head off to your classes for the day and try to get as much done as you can to be able to give Noah your undivided attention once you arrived home. Your last class for the day was with Harry. Things went well. You had a great grasp on what was going on in his class at the moment. Once the class was over everyone started to file out, you were packing your bag getting ready to go yourself when Harry called you out “Y/N?” you turn your head in his direction “is everything ok?” He asks “I just wanted to check in” he explains.
You continue to pack your things as Harry makes his way toward you. “Yeah everything’s fine, Noah’s feeling a little better” you smile softly glancing at him. “Ok, well let me know if you need anything” he nods toward you before walking back down to the front of the classroom.
“Professor” you say softly to catch Harry’s attention as he was walking away. He looks up glaring a little “Y/N we’ve known each other for a long time, you don’t have to call me that” he snaps a little. Nodding, you glance at your feet “sorry” you whisper “I uh, just wanted to say thank you, for checking in” you look up a little at his now softened expression before walking away.
******
A few weeks had passed since Noah had been sick, he had made a full recovery and was as energetic as ever. You had planned with Noah’s dad for Noah to spend a few days with him over the weekend. You were planning on dropping Noah off at your Mums for his Dad, Ryan to come and pick him up. You’d had a rough separation from Ryan, he was incredibly possessive and manipulative, he caused you so much stress during your pregnancy that Noah was almost 10 weeks premature.
You dropped Noah off on Thursday morning to your Mums for Ryan to pick him up that afternoon after he finished work. You were heading towards your first deadline for an assignment in Harry’s class meaning it was good timing to be able to have the extra time to study. You were in the library studying a little after five PM when your phone began to ring, Ryan’s contact shining on your screen. You sigh a little before standing up to make your way outside to take the call.
“Hello” you chine putting on your best ‘nice voice’ on.
“Hey, are you busy?” Ryan asks not bothering to ask how you were or if it was a good time to talk.
“I’m studying, so a little, why?” You ask not liking where the conversation was going.
“I have bad news” he sighs dramatically causing you to roll your eyes “I can’t have Noah this weekend, something came up I have to cancel sorry”. You audibly groan pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Are you shitting me right now? You’ve been asking for this for months and when I say yes you cancel, what do I tell Noah?” You snap becoming frustrated at how unreliable this man was.
“I don’t know, tell him I’m sick or something it’s not my problem” he grumbles.
“He’s your son Ryan! You can’t just pop in and out as you please, you either need to be part of his life or give it up” you yell causing people to look your direction.
“Whatever, if your going to be a bitch then I’m not talking to you” he says bluntly.
“Ryan I’m done with this crap. Your not going to see Noah anymore, you can’t just jump in and out of his life it’s not fair on him” you explain.
Before you knew it the line went dead, indicating Ryan had hung up. You groan loudly gripping your phone tightly you look around to see a number of people looking between you and what they were doing, including Harry who was now making his way towards you.
You sigh a little beginning to pack up your belongings trying to slip away from talking to Harry. To your dismay Harry’s long strides caught up to you “Y/N” Harry says softly reaching the desk you were working from. “Why don’t you come to my office?” He asks reluctantly. You sigh shaking your head “no it’s ok I should get home and finish this”.
Harry didn’t move away from you, instead coming to sit next to you “Y/N, please?” Harry asks softly. You look up at him seeing his soft expression “at least just talk to me a little, I heard you…on the phone, is everything ok?” He asks you sigh sitting back into the chair allowing Harry to lean against the desk.
“Do you need an extension for this paper? I’m more than happy to try and make things a little more flexible for you?” Harry asks, clearly sympathising with you. You quickly shake your head “no no no, it’s Ryan he’s being an idiot, nothing to do with class work, just him being him” you sigh.
“Oh you’re still together, I understand” Harry says softly seeming disappointed. You begin shaking your head laughing “no we are not…. We started having problems while I was pregnant with Noah, he left the day I went into labour I called him while he was at work to tell him I needed to go to the hospital and he just never showed. Noah and I came home three weeks later and all of his stuff was gone. It took almost a year for him to decide he deserved to be a part of Noah’s life and I honestly hate it. He cancels last minute almost every visit and he pushes me for visits. I’m just exhausted by it Harry….” You sigh placing your chin in your hands “I’m sorry I offloaded all that onto you” you say shaking your head pushing your hair from your face.
Harry just stares at you for a minute “I’m glad” he says softly “I’m glad your not with him, I know I used to give you a hard time about it but you really do deserve better. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend back then” Harry adds looking at his hands.
You shake your head “don’t be silly, you were a great friend, I was naive and just happened to end up pregnant” you start before pausing for a moment “But I wouldn’t change Noah for the world he’s the sweetest kid and even though he doesn’t understand why I’m gone a lot at the moment he hasn’t complained once”
Harry simply smiles in your direction “he sounds like his Mum” he chuckles a little. You smile glancing at Harry. “Would you like to come to my office? The library will be closing soon, I’ll be here for a little while yet, I can make us some tea?” Harry offers.
You think on his offer for a moment before nodding “that sounds great, thank you” you smile softly beginning to gather your things.
Walking to Harry’s office the campus had become relatively empty in the last half hour. Footpaths that we’re lined with groups of students were now empty and several buildings were now locked for the night.
You make it to Harry’s office he unlocks the door and lets you in before him “make yourself comfortable I’ll just be marking some papers” he smiles. You nod a little and find a seat in his surprisingly large office, getting to work.
*****
The pair work in silence for a couple of hours before you notice the time “crap” you mumble quickly trying to pack your things up again “everything ok?” Harry asks, you nod “yeah, just need to go and pick Noah up, his bedtime is 8, I didn’t realise it was already 7:30.” You sigh.
Harry stands to come and help you collecting some papers into a pile for you “You should have this, I’ll be giving them out in class tomorrow but have yours now” he says softly “but you didn’t get it from me” he smirks placing one of your freshly marked assessments under a pile of your papers “grading is on the last page, you’re doing great Y/N” Harry adds causing you to smile “thank you Harry and thank you for this, it was really helpful” you smile softly swinging your bag onto your shoulder “see you tomorrow” you say softly before slipping out of the room.
Your drive to pick Noah up was brief, you called your Mum to let her know what you were on your way, not that she was worried. She was however pissed that Noah’s father hadn’t arrived to collect him, arguably angrier than you were.
You arrive and let yourself in seeing Noah almost asleep on the couch, he sees you and smiles widely, sliding off the couch “Mummy!” He yells running towards you “Hi baby!” You smile kneeling down as he runs into your arms, you hug him tightly kissing his head “Did you have a good day with Grandma?” You ask picking him up carrying him to the kitchen where your Mum was cleaning up “Grandma let me have chicken nuggies for dinner Mummy!” he tells excitedly you giggle rubbing his back “you’re very spoilt buddy” your Mum looks towards you “he is very spoilt” she smiles.
“Thank you for looking after him Mum” you smile “I’m sorry” you pout a little. Noah snuggles into your chest wrapping his arms around you. “How was your day?” Your mum asks finishing up some dishes “it was ok, I spent the afternoon studying” you say softly rocking Noah a little “anything from….him?” Your mum asks you just shake your head.
“He called me to tell me, I lost it. I don’t want him to see us anymore” you sigh a little not going into detail in front of Noah. “I’m sorry sweetheart” your Mum says moving to hug your side to not disturb Noah. “Should get him home” she says softly you nod “I’ll grab his bag” you say before walking to the living room picking up Noah’s backpack you had out together for the weekend “thank you for looking after him mum I appreciate it so much” you smile, giving her a hug.
You make it out to the car and buckle a now sleeping Noah into his car seat. Heading home you manage to get Noah into his pyjamas and tucked into bed without waking him too much. You smile a little watching Noah for a while before heading off to your own room. You grab your papers from your bag wanting to look over your paper from Harry.
There we’re still some areas you wanted to improve on. You make it to the final page and see your mark, sliding in with a high distinction, better than you thought you were going to do. You smile a little proud of how you were going so far and being incredibly grateful for the support you had.
Looking a little further down at Harry’s comments you were a little taken back. Instead of leaving a detailed comment on your paper and areas to improve he had simply written;
‘Beautiful work, I’ve missed reading your papers and I’m glad you came back, text me, hopefully you still have my number - H’
You look at the time seeing it was almost 9pm. You pace your room for a moment before dropping the paper on your dresser grabbing your phone instead. You pace the room again looking at Harry’s contact for a good few minutes before finally opening a new text to him.
‘Thanks for the paper, and thank you for letting me study in your office today. I really appreciate all your help’
You send the message setting your phone down on the charger and getting yourself ready for bed knowing that Noah would probably be up early.
*****
You managed to wake up before Noah and drag yourself out of bed. You head out to the kitchen and go to put on some soft music when you notice that Harry had replied to your text last night at around midnight.
‘You’re very welcome, I’m sorry things have been rough for you, please let me know if I can do anything’
You giggle to yourself a little at how sweet Harry was being while also being professional.
You start putting breakfast together for you and Noah before heading upstairs to wake him. You sneak into his room and sit on the edge of his bed brushing through his hair a little. You smile noticing the little bit of curl it was starting to get you kiss his head softly “Noah” you whisper softly causing him to stir “it’s time to wake up sweet boy” he stirs more rolling over to face you “Mummy” he whimpers rubbing his eyes. “Hey buddy” you smile Noah reaches up to you wth his smalls hands.
You pick him up carrying him to the kitchen as he wakes up. “Did you sleep well bud?” You ask. He nods into your neck causing you to giggle “are you excited for day care?” You ask. Noah kicks his feet out a little bit showing how excited he was “yes!” You smile putting him down to go and find his seat. “Are you hungry?” You ask. Noah runs to his seat sitting up ready for breakfast “yes please Mummy” he says. “Ok let’s get organised then” you smile getting breakfast.
*****
Heading into uni for the day to drop Noah at day care you were running early which meant you had time to let Noah walk his way into the campus and look around a little more than usual.
On your way in Noah sees the big grass quad and runs off across it. You smile watching him, very little worry in your mind due to the very little number of people around. Noah goes to make his way back to you when he accidentally steps out in front of none other than Harry.
He instantly stops in his tracks looking up at Harry, he takes a few small steps back as you begin to make your way over to him “Noah” you call out. Harry looks up seeing you and smiles. You finally make your way to them picking him up “Hey buddy, you ok?” You ask. He looks at you just nodding. “Noah this is one of Mummy’s teachers, his name is Harry” Noah looks at you then at Harry “like my teachers Mummy?” Noah asks. You shrug “a little” you smile.
“Good morning” Harry says softly “Hi Noah, it’s nice to meet you” Harry adds holding his hand out for Noah little one to shake which Noah gladly takes. “You say hello to Harry” you whisper to Noah he nods say hello to Harry before squirming to get out of your arms.
You let him go but he stays relatively close to you and Harry. “He looks so much like you, where do the curls come from though?” Harry asks. You shrug a little “I had curly hair as a kid, he’ll probably grow out of it, they look cute though” you smile watching as Noah runs on the grass “Hey um, I was thinking we should catch up properly if it seems ok?” Harry asks “we could go for coffee? Noah could come I don’t mind” he says softly “it’s entirely up to you” you smile a little
“I would actually love that Harry thank you” you say as Noah comes back to you holding your “would the University be ok with it? I mean technically I am one of your students” you were a little anxious about the idea but not against it at all.
Harry shrugs “I think it’s more of a coincidence that your my student than an inconvenience, we were friends as undergraduates, I’m just catching up with a friend” he says matter of factly causing you to consider his idea of things as well but still seeing things from the university’s perspective. Eventually you give in and nod “why don’t we get coffee over the weekend?” You ask, almost surprising yourself with your bold request.
Harry glances at his feet and smiles “I would love that” he says softly pushing his glasses back up his nose. You hadn’t seen him wear them in so long, but they still made him look as sweet as he did 4 years ago. “Great, I’ll text you?” You ask to which Harry nods “I better get Noah to day care” you smile before calling out to him. He comes running over grabbing your leg with his small hands “Mummy I found a butterfly!” He shouts causing you and Harry to laugh. You pick him up resting him on your hip “that’s so cool sweetie! Should we go to day care and tell them all about it?” You ask Noah nods before looking at Harry.
You smile a little just watching them look at one another for a while “Noah, would you like to come with Mummy for a hot chocolate with Harry on the weekend?” You ask him softly only loud enough that Harry could hear as well. Noah claps his hands “yes please Mummy! Can we go to the park too?” He asks his little eyes gleaming.
“I’m sure my puppy would love to meet you Noah” Harry smiles Noah’s head flys in Harry’s direction. “What your puppy’s name?” Noah asks “his name is Ned, he’s only very little” Harry explains his full attention on your son. “I didn’t know you had a puppy” you say softly. Harry looks at you and nods “only had him a few weeks, sweetest thing, he’s a Lab, only 10 weeks old” he smiles.
“He’s sounds adorable Harry, I look forward to seeing him.” You grins “me too” he chuckles “anyway I’ll let you go, don’t want to be late, I’ll see you in class?” He asks you nod before Harry begins to head off squeezing your arm and waving at Noah as he does so.
*****
Saturday morning you were woken by the sound and movement of Noah crawling into bed next to you you roll over towards him opening your eyes a little “y’ok sweetheart?” You ask softly helping him the rest of the way in “Mummy cuddle” he whimpers you smile a little and open your arms for him to fall into.
You hold him close rubbing Noah’s back for a while before he begins to squirm “you ready to get up bud?” You ask “I’m hungry please Mummy” you giggle a little “alright come on let’s get some breakfast.”
You get Noah organised and sat down for his breakfast “Are you excited to see Harry today Noah?” You ask, Noah begins clapping his hands causing you to giggle “Mummy do I get to see the puppy?!” He asks excitedly “I hope so baby” you smile.
You sit with Noah to have some breakfast and text Harry while Noah works through the strawberries you added to his plate.
‘Noah’s so excited to see you and Ned today’
You send before setting your phone down. You get Noah’s dressed his hair done and teeth brushed before getting yourself organised pulling on some light wash jeans and a floral sweater. You head back to the kitchen to grab your phone seeing Harry had texted back.
‘I’m really looking forward to it, what time suits you?’
You smile a little, you were a little uneasy about this weird feeling you were having toward Harry, but it’s harmless he’s just a friend. Right?
‘Noah’s dressed and ready, should we meet at the coffee shop near the University? There’s a park across the road?’
You take your phone into the bathroom while you put just a little bit of makeup on.
‘Sounds great, see you in about half an hour?’
You smile a little at Harry’s message and head to Noah’s room to pack him a bag before reply
‘Perfect! See you soon’
You get Noah buckled into the car and head towards the University Noah keeps himself occupied in the back seat singing along with the music you had playing.
You park and head towards the cafe holding Noah’s hand on one side and his little bag on the other. You look up and see Harry waiting for you in black skinny jeans and a white t shirt under his sweater. This was the Harry you knew like the back of your hand. Beside him was Ned trying to chew his leash as Harry tried to stop him.
“Hey” you smile as you get closer “Hi” Harry smiles “Hi Noah” Harry waves kneeling down to Noah “Noah this is Ned” Harry says softly as Ned moves to sniff Noah causing him to giggle. He licks Noah’s chin before Harry calls him back “Hi Harry! Hi Ned!” Noah yells excitedly.
Noah leans over to pet Ned, he brushes over Neds soft fur before smiling at Harry. “Do you want me to go and order?” You ask softly, Harry smiles “that’d be great” he says softly “Noah do you want to come with Mummy?” You ask, he shakes his head “I stay with Ned?” He asks causing you to smile “is that ok?” You ask Harry, he simply nods smiling widely “yeah of course”.
You quickly race in ordering for you and Harry, you get a little juice for Noah and a cookie knowing he would get hungry at the park. You head back out with both yours and Harry’s coffees and something to eat for you both.
“Thank you so much” Harry smiles as you pass his coffee “I got you something to eat as well, I remember the carrot cake here was your favourite” he sighs a little “thank you” he says “you ok?” You ask softly noticing the sigh and slight drop in Harry’s face “yeah, I um, guess I forgot how well you know me” he smiles a little.
You head across the road to the park, Noah holding Harry’s hand wanting to be close to Ned “that is so cute” you smile watching them both.
Noah’s little legs were trying their best to keep up with Ned, Harry tying to hold Ned back a little so Noah wouldn’t topple. You find a quiet spot on the grass where Harry was able to let Ned off his leash letting Noah play with him properly. “Noah make sure you’re gentle please” you say as he starts running with Ned.
“I forgot how good their carrot cake was” Harry smiles “thank you for this” he says glancing over at you “anytime” you smile a little “I’ve missed hanging out with you” Harry’s says under his breath “this is a long way from going to parties together and getting as drunk as we could, but I missed hanging out with you too” you say softly laying back on the grass as Noah comes back over sitting between you and Harry with Ned.
Eventually, Harry lays back and Noah lays on your chest Ned snuggling into Noah. “Mummy” Noah says softly climbing you a little “yeah babe” you say wrapping your arm around him to stop him from falling back. “Can we keep Ned?” He asks curiously, you pout a little “I’m sorry baby, Ned is Harry’s puppy, we can’t keep him” Noah begins to fuss and you could feel a tantrum coming.
Harry noticed the change in Noah behaviour and rolls onto his front to look at Noah “Noah” he says softly “c’mere”. Noah pushes off you and walks to Harry. He leans over to Noah’s ear and whispers into it. Noah then runs back towards you kissing your cheek sloppily causing you to laugh hugging him tightly “what was that for?” You ask him giggling “it was from Harry!” Noah exclaims.
You look up at Harry who was already looking up you smiling nervously. You simply smile at him as Noah settled between you both again “I think we should do this more often” you say softly. Harry’s smile turns into more of a beam, “I’d love that” he says softly moving a little closer to you and Noah.
After a little while of Noah and Ned playing in between you and Harry, they both fell asleep. You brush Noah’s hair from his face a little kissing his head a little “you’re a great Mum” Harry says softly. You blush softly and lay your head on your arm “I think I just got lucky, Noah is an amazing kid” you say softly.
Harry smiles softly pushing your hair from your face. “Does he ever ask questions, about Ryan?” Harry asks. You shake your head a little “Ryan hasn’t spent time with him for a while, Noah probably doesn’t even know who he is anymore, he’s never asked why his Mum and Dad don’t live together and I don’t know what I would tell him if he did ask.”
“Y’know I’m here if you need anything, if you ever need someone to look after Noah so you can study, or if you want a night out, or just some time for you, I’m happy to help” Harry smiles a little. You giggle moving closer Ned moving over a little to Harry. You lean over the top of Noah and Ned who had settled again and place a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek “thank you H”
******
Three weeks had passed since you’d been to the park with Harry. In that three weeks you had been texting on and off, chatting after class and even studying in his office while he did admin work.
Tonight was one of those nights. Noah was staying with your Mum for the night while you were proof reading a paper due for one of your other classes for what felt like the fourteenth time.
You sigh a little sitting back in your chair. Harry glances up at you “y’ok?” He asks softly peering over the top of his glasses. You nod saving your document ensuring to not lose your work “yeah, I think it’s finally finished” you smile a little. Harry grins “good, I’m glad, you’ve worked really hard on it” he says starting to pack up his things “thank you for letting me use your office H” you add beginning to pack your own things “my pleasure” he smiles.
“Hey what are you doing tomorrow night? Noah’s been asking when he’s going to see Harry and Ned again” you giggle a little. Harry grins pushing his hands into his pockets “umm nothing, did you have something in mind?” He asks, you nod “Pizza and movies? At my place like we used to, but with Noah and you can bring Ned” you ask a little shy. Harry begins to nod “I’ll bring snacks” he smiles “text me your address?” He asks. You nod “yeah of course”.
You get organised and head home, you submit your paper online before heading to bed. You only had a morning class tomorrow which meant you could pick Noah up at lunch time. You slept like a log and accidentally slept through your alarm. You get yourself up and out the door in a rush meaning you didn’t look your best and the closest thing you got to breakfast was an iced coffee. Your morning, considering it’s hectic start dragged a little.
Leaving class you texted Harry your address before swinging around to your Mums to pick Noah up. “Noah James Mummy’s here!” You call out walking into your mums place he comes running out from the living room towards you “Mummy I missed you!” He yells latching himself onto your legs. You giggle hoisting him up into your arms “I missed you too buddy, did you have fun with grandma?” You ask Noah nods hugging you “so much fun! Grandma got me a new truck!” He smiles “wow, I hope you said thank you” you say softly as Noah begins to nod “Mummy has some fun news” you say softly walking off towards your Mums living room to find her “We are going to have dinner and movies at our place, with Harry and Ned” you smile as Noah to squirms in your arms clapping his hands.
“Who’s Harry?” Your mum asks inquisitively, Noah pipes up “Mummy’s teacher!” He yells giggling. You smile a little kissing his cheek “we were undergraduates together and really good friends, and now he’s my professor for one of my classes this semester” your Mum simply nods giving you a little bit of side eye “alright Mum that’s enough” you smile shaking your head “we better get going, can you go and get your bag please babe” you say putting Noah down.
You head home and get organised for the night giving the house a quick clean and lighting a few candles in the living room. You had given Noah a bath before getting him settled downstairs. Soon enough there was a knock on the door, you smile heading over opening the door seeing Harry standing there with a grocery bag of snacks in one hand and pizzas in the other “Hey…” you smile “I was happy to order the pizzas” you giggle letting Harry in. He shrugs “I figured I’d make things easier for you, I don’t mind” Harry smiles kissing your cheek softly moving past you Ned following behind him “oh my goodness Harry he’s getting so big” you laugh softly.
He placed everything on the kitchen counter before letting Ned off his leash. You unpacks the snacks as you watch smiling to yourself. You hear Noah yell from the living room “Mummy! Ned’s here!” You giggle a little taking the pizzas to the living room “I know baby, you know who else is here” you say softly sitting next to him on the couch “Harry’s here” you smile as Harry walks into the living room with snacks and a drink for you both. “Hi Harry!” Noah grins sitting up properly on the couch as you put some pizza on one of his little plates for him. “Here you go babe, eat up and we’ll watch a movie”
You eat dinner together watching a movie that Noah picked. It felt nice to have the structure of a family and that it was with Harry, but it also felt odd that you were having all these feelings about Harry.
Soon enough you had finished up with dinner and Noah was laying on your chest fighting off sleep as his movie continued to play. Ned had snuggled up at the end of the couch next to Harry’s feet looking very comfortable. “This is nice” Harry says softly glancing over at you. “Quite mundane to what we used to do” you say softly kissing Noah’s head.
Harry glances over at you and Noah “do you need to put him to bed?” He asks softly. You shake your head beginning to rub his back “No it’s ok, if I’m honest I like it when he falls asleep on me, I know it won’t last forever so I try and cherish it when it happens” you say softly. Eventually Noah fell asleep as his movie finished prompting you and Harry to pick something else.
Harry ended up picking a Marvel film knowing you would love it. By the time you were halfway through the film you and Harry were shoulder to shoulder with a throw over you both to keep warm. Eventually Noah’s steady breathing as well as the warmth from the blanket and the warmth radiating from Harry’s body caused you to become sleepy.
You yawn sitting up a little hugging Noah to your body “I’ll be right back, I’ll just put him to bed” you say softly. While you were up Harry took Ned out for a wee before you both got settled on the couch again. You sat closer to Harry before your head was resting on his shoulder. He shuffled down a little further so that you were laying on his chest instead, he wraps an arm around you rubbing your back a little.
“Thank you” you mumbles softly as Harry pulls the throw up a little more to keep you all warm. “What for?” He asks softly, you shrug a little “just for being here, I missed you….a lot H. Noah loves hanging out with you” you add backing up at him.
You sit with Harry in silence for a while as the TV kept playing the movie. “Can I ask something” he says softly. You nod lightly looking up at Harry “What happened to us?” He asks letting out a breath that he seemed to be holding in. You shrug a little “I guess we grew apart, we slowly stopped talking to one another when Ryan and I got together and next thing I knew I had a baby….I wish I hadn’t let him rule my life as much as he did” you say quietly.
Harry squeezes your shoulder before pulling you closer to him sad he places a kiss to your head causing you to blush. “Your doing an amazing job Y’know, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise” Harry says softly as you snuggle into him a little more “thank you” you whisper.
You sit in silence for around twenty minutes before you speak up “sometimes I wish I’d done things differently” you say softly “like what?” Harry asks, you shrug a little “well imagine what my life would be like if someone else was Noah’s Dad, or if I had finished my Masters while I was pregnant, or if I hadn’t gotten pregnant at all” you glance up at Harry who was pouting at you “c’mon you love being a mum” Harry says softly “I do, but sometimes I wish I could give Noah a normal family dynamic instead of just me” you say softly.
Harry hugs you tighter sighing a little bit not knowing what else to say. You sat together in silence for a while before you hear a whimper from the living room door you look up and see Noah standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes his bottom lip trembling “Noah, what’s wrong sweetheart?” You ask sitting up a little holding your arms open for him. He rushes over hugging you tightly, you lift him back onto the couch letting him snuggle into you as you lay back into Harry’s side. “Talk to Mummy what’s wrong bud?” You ask softly kissing his head as Noah’s tears begin to fall onto your shirt.
“I-I had a bad dream Mummy” he sniffles his little arms wrapped around your neck “do you want to talk to Mummy about it?” You ask softly rubbing his back “I had a dream that….I didn’t see Ned or Harry again, it makes me sad Mummy” he whimpers fresh tears falling from his little face. Harry glances at you “may I?” He asks softly, you nod “Noah” Harry says softly, Noah looks up at him with his red eyes “Ned and I really like spending time with you and Mummy, we’re going to be here as long as you and Mummy want us here, I promise”
You look up at Harry, tears stinging your own eyes. Noah looks up at him before shuffling across to give him a cuddle without saying anything. Harry hugs him tightly pulling you in closer simultaneously “thank you H” you whisper softly kissing his cheek. Harry looks down at you moving to rest his forehead to yours snuggling the three of you up together.
In that moment you knew this was what you wanted.
Noah stayed snuggled up on Harry’s chest. You snuggled yourself back into Harry’s side as he pressed play on the movie you were watching, turning the volume down slightly. After a mere ten minutes Noah was out like a light. “Want me to take him?” You whisper softly, Harry simply shakes his head “I got it” he smiles leaning over a little to kiss your forehead softly.
You move over a little allowing Harry to get up he tucks Noah’s legs either side of his torso, Noah’s delicate arms still around Harry’s neck. He got him tucked in before returning to the living room “I just left his door open a little I hope that’s ok?” Harry asks. You nod smiling “thank you so much”. Harry resumes his previous position next to you “anytime” he smiles lightly.
You snuggle back into Harry’s side as he wraps an arm around you again. You sit in silence for a while consumed by your own thoughts you sigh softly sitting up a little “H….are we going to get ourselves into trouble?” You ask turning to look at him. Harry’s brow creases “How so?” He whispers turning to face you. “This is only the second time we’ve hung out in four years and we’re snuggled up on my couch”.
Harry simply grins at you. He knew what you were asking.
“You think if we get caught hanging out things will go south?” He asks. You nod slightly “why are you smiling about this I’m serious H” you shove his shoulder a little.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry” he pouts “but….it’s only a semester, then after that I’m not your professor anymore, I’m your friend Harry” he explains softly trying to make light of the situation “Exams are in a few weeks and you’ll have a few weeks off we can hang out more before second semester”
Reaching over for the tv remote you pause the movie again “what are you getting at here Harry” you grumble a little. He sighs softly picking at his shirt. “I….just want to get through the semester, and see where things go, I like spending time with you and Noah, Ned and Noah are almost inseparable” he says softly not wanting to give anything else away.
You both settle back down into the couch, finishing the movie in an eerie, awkward silence. Once the movie had come to an end Harry helped you to clean up, Ned following you both to the kitchen. “I um, I should get going, thank you for having me….and Ned” Harry adds cause you to giggle “you’re both welcome anytime Harry, thank you for coming over it was really nice and thank you….for everything” you smile a little leaning up to kiss his cheek softly.
As you pull away you notice Harrys cheeks had gone a little red “text me when your home? So I know you got there?” You ask. Harry simply nods before responding “of course” he chuckles. He leans over giving you a quick hug which you gladly reciprocate.
You see Harry out before cleaning up a little more getting ready to head to bed yourself. You get tucked in and await Harry’s text which you soon received.
‘Home safe, Neds already passed out for the night, I had a great time, thank you again for having me x’
You smile reading his message before responding.
‘Thank you for tonight, Noah and I needed it, hopefully we can do it again soon. Goodnight H xx’
You set your phone down before quickly drifting off to sleep.
*****
Exams were heading your way…and fast.
Your final exam for the semester was today and it was the class you were most worried about, Harry’s.
You weren’t sure if you were worried about failing or if you were worried that your answers were going to be read and graded by Harry. Noah had been staying with your Mum for the week while you sat all your exams. You were really starting to miss him, you couldn’t have been more excited to be able to go and pick him up after your exam.
You got dressed and started packing your bag to head off when there was a knock at your door. You quickly scoot over and open it to a flower delivery man.
He reads out your name before handing you a beautiful bunch of mixed coloured blooms a little card poking out the top. You take them into the kitchen placing them on the counter. You open the card and smile widely,
‘Good luck today, we know you’ll do great, we’re so proud of you, all our love. Harry, Noah & Ned xxx’
You take a quick snap of the card and flowers sending it to Harry.
‘Thank you for the flowers they’re gorgeous, you boys are too sweet to me’
You send off the text quickly before heading out the door.
*****
Your final exam was the fastest three hours of your life, but you’d never felt better about an exam. Everything just seemed to flow well. You walked out feeling confident and satisfied that you had done everything you could.
You were heading to your car to go and get Noah when you notice Harry walking towards you “Hey” he says softly as he gets closer “come with me” he smirks. You give him a little side eye before obliging following him towards his office “what are we doing Harry?” You ask giggling softly.
“Just do as your told” Harry chuckles coming to a stop outside his office door “close your eyes” he smiles standing closer behind you his chest bumping your back as he was leaning over to open the door “watch your step” he whispers guiding your waist up to his office.
You step into Harry’s office your eyes still shut, you hear Harry close the door behind you “shuffle to your left a little” he whispers softly, you do as Harry asked before he steadies you in your spot “ok, stay there a second” he says before kissing your cheek softly. You blush and nod a little hearing Harry walk away from you.
“Alright, open” Harry calls out.
You open your eyes to see Noah on Harry’s hip holding yet another bunch of flowers. Lettering balloons spelling out ‘Congrats’ above the pair. You smile widely “oh my goodness, you two!” You giggle walking towards them “yay Mummy!” Noah yells kicking his feet out.
Harry chuckles smiling at Noah “give Mummy her flowers” Harry says to him quietly Noah quickly leans forward to hand you your flowers “thank you baby, can Mum have a kiss?” You ask softly leaning down to kiss his cheek, Noah returning it.
“How did you do all this?” You ask Harry playing with Noah’s hair. “Your mum, she was a huge help….she’s actually insisting that we go over there for dinner, all of us” Harry says softly “but if your not comfortable with me going I don’t have to it ok” you giggle a little at Harry rambling on “H….H, it’s ok, I want you to be there, please” you smile “plus, it’s the end of the semester, we said we would talk” you say biting your lip a little looking up at Harry a smirk covering his lips.
“I love the sound of that” Harry smiles. You kiss his cheek once more before Noah starts pushing at you “Mummy! Mummy! Can we go back to Grandmas now?” Noah asks. You nods “of course baby, would you like to carry Mummy’s flowers?” You ask as Harry lowers Noah to the ground who then runs off with your flowers to collect his other belongings.
While Noah is gone Harry places his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him “I’m so proud of you” Harry whispers leaning his forehead against yours before kissing your head you blush leaning further into Harry’s hold “couldn’t have done it without you H” you whisper wrapping your arms around him hugging him tightly as Noah came back.
You and Harry get yourselves and Noah organised making your way to your Mums in seperate cars.
You let yourself in Harry and Noah trailing along behind you. Your mum greets you with one of the biggest hugs you’d ever had “he’s very sweet, and very attractive” she whispers to you quiet enough that Harry couldn’t hear. Pulling away you glare at her “behave” you warn knowing what she was thinking. She shrugs “Noah loves him, he clearly likes you silly girl” she complains. You groan a little simply walking away “love you Mum” you smile as you walk off.
*****
After dinner your mum offered to give Noah a bath giving you an opportunity to just wind down. You sit down with a glass of wine in the sun room under the night sky.
Your mind finally feeling as though it was at peace.
A few minutes pass, you could hear your Mum and Noah laughing from the bathroom. You smile a little relaxing back into your seat.
“Y’ok?” Harry asks causing you to jump a little before nodding “yeah I’m great” you smile. Harry comes to sit next to you “sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you”.
You hum acknowledging Harry’s apology. “I know we said we’d talk” you start before Harry takes your hand “it’s ok, you’re exhausted” Harry says softly “besides I only have one question” he adds “Y/N I would love to take you on a date, if that’s something that you would like?” Harry asks softly.
You look up at him turning your body a little “like a proper date?” You ask a little surprised. Harry simply nods “yeah like we’ll go to dinner and a movie or bowling or mini golf or we could do all of it” he smiles as you rest your head on his shoulder.
You reach over taking Harry’s hand playing with his fingers “I like mini golf” you smile a little looking up at Harry, he grins pulling you closer “H, what about Noah?” You asks softly. He shrugs a little “we may have accidentally already talked about it” Harry says looking at you a little worried. “What do you mean?” You asks softly turning to face Harry a little more.
“When I picked Noah up today, he started asking questions about…us, he took it really well, wanted to know if you and I were ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ I asked him how he would feel if we were to date and hang out more, he got really excited about it. I hope that’s ok, I should have asked you first I’m sorry.” Harry says softly squeezing your hand.
You look up at him pouting “Harry….” You whimper softly “that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard” as you were about to lean over to peck the corner of Harry’s lips Noah came running in, his little body covered in his Spider-Man pyjamas, he jumps up to climb into yours and Harry’s lap “Mummy, I’m all clean” he says squishing between you both causing you to giggle. You ruffle his still damp hair before kissing his head “you smell so fresh and clean dude” he smiles giving you a hug before whispering in your ear “can I cuddle with you and Harry?” He asks softly you sigh happily nodding “of course babe” he settles between you both Harry’s arm still around you his other one coming to rest on Noah’s back, yours brushing through Noah’s hair.
“Y’know this is everything I’ve ever wanted” Harry whispers, you hum snuggling into him more “me too….I like the idea of this being our family, you me Noah and Ned” you say looking up at Harry.
“My god your perfect” he sighs leaning down nudging your nose with his before kissing your softly, his tender lips matching perfectly to your own being as gentle as he could with you as to not disturb Noah.
You hum and giggle a little against Harry’s lips feeling like a teenager sneaking around not only your son but your mum as well.
*****
A few weeks had passed since your final exam and you had been essentially inseparable from Harry since. You had been spending a lot of time together with Noah and alone and making things work in between your busy holiday work schedule and between Harry preparing for his new students the coming semester.
You had become incredibly trusting of Harry with a lot of things, including caring for Noah. You had been working a lot lately which meant you couldn’t always rely on your Mum to look after Noah, which meant Harry had offered to step up.
You were apprehensive at first but after leaving them together for a few hours one afternoon to come home to the pair cooking dinner and dancing around the kitchen to Noah’s favourite songs. You knew then you could trust Harry with anything, it made you feel safe.
*****
You were snuggled up with Harry on his couch one night Noah already in the spare bed asleep. “I could really get used to this” you whisper softly glancing up at Harry.
He smiles down at you kissing your forehead “me too” he smiles gently. You giggle a little “you’ve got a real Daddy vibe happening at the moment” you blurt out without thinking. Harry moves to look at you a little surprised “y’think so?” He asks, you simply nod “Noah loves it, and honestly I kinda do too, it’s really attractive” you smirk biting your lip a little.
Harry chuckles a little connecting his lips with your own in a needy kiss as you hoist your leg up over his lap causing Harry to reach down grabbing at your ass to pull you into his lap. You giggle as your tongues and teeth clash in what had turned out to be a messy make out, eventually without realising Harry had started grinding up into your core as he pulled and tugged at your bottom lip with hip teeth and nibbled at the skin of your neck.
“Should we go upstairs?” Harry mumbles against you as you tug his shirt over his head and throw it off to the side not caring where it landed.
“I’m fine here” you pant as Harry’s hands make their way up to your chest under the t-shirt of his you had borrowed to wear as pyjamas.
“Good because so am I” Harry smirks picking you up laying you on your back on the couch. You giggle, Harry placing his lips against yours once more as you wrap your legs around him.
Harry continued to grind into you before he began kissing down your neck. He glances up at you for a moment smirking moving down your body to your thighs. He kisses the inside of each thigh before kissing your cloth covered clit causing you to moan out softly. Harry pushed your shirt up slowly with his nose as he kisses up your torso.
“Gunna let me taste you?” Harry mumbles as he makes it to your lips. You nod running your hands through Harry’s hair “please” you whimper pecking his lips several times.
Harry grips your thighs kissing back down your body until he makes it to your panty line. Harry slowly pulls your panties down your thighs tossing them to the floor “so needy for me baby” Harry mumbles placing a kiss to your clit, you whimper softly placing your hand on Harry’s on your hip.
Harry kisses down to your entrance before flattening his tongue against you. You sigh at the feeling of Harry against you as he laps you up his tongue making it back to your clit before he started alternating between licking and sucking. You let your knees drop further relaxing into Harry’s touch.
He soon adds to your stimulation slipping two fingers inside you curling them slightly causing you to roll your hips meeting Harry’s motions. You bring your fist to your mouth trying to stifle the loud moans trying to escape as to not wake Noah.
You soon felt a familiar knot beginning to form in your lower belly, your breathing picked up as you grabbed for Harry’s free hand. You whimper softly as Harry’s movements quicken sensing your were close to the edge. “Harry I’m going to…” you take in a sharp breath ready to finish your sentence when Harry removes his fingers abruptly before removing his mouth from your now drenched and throbbing pussy.
You let out a frustrated moan sitting up a little to look at Harry “what the hell?” You plead as he smirks kissing your thighs. He quickly moves back to encapsulate your lips in his own for a few moments before pulling away a little “edging” he murmurs causing you to huff and push his chest lightly “fucking tease” you whisper pecking his lips lightly “but two can play that game” you smirk against him before untucking yourself from his hold and walking away to the master bedroom and attached ensuite.
There was no way you were letting Harry get away with this, but you wanted to test him to see how far he would go.
You leave both Harry’s bedroom door and the ensuite door ajar not wanting to send Harry the wrong message. You turn the shower on getting the bathroom nice and steamy before stepping in you kept your back to the shower door for a few minutes before you head someone clear their throat behind you. You spin around and see Harry gawking at you from the doorway, still naked and definitely still aroused.
You giggle a little biting your lip softly “Yes, Professor Styles?” You ask softly tilting your head back a little letting the water run over your naked body. You notice Harry’s hands twitch as he makes his way to the shower.
He slips in behind you your back still facing him his cold finger tips grazing your hips “y’think you can tease me?” He murmurs into your neck nibbling at a few spots before kissing over them as one of his hands reaches down your torso to your hip before cupping your heat “do you think that was a good idea baby?” He asks softly before surprising you plunging two fingers back into you as he had done on the couch.
You gasp at the feeling your heels leaving the ground for a moment your tip toes holding you up. “You’re so beautiful” Harry whispers holding you closer to him “gunna let me fuck you baby?” He asks kissing your neck again. You nod against him weak at the knees for him again like you hadn’t walked away from this tease of a man a mere five minutes ago.
Harry turns you pushing you against the bathroom wall bending you over a little to keep you steady, “ready sweet girl?” Harry asks positioning himself at your entrance he pushes one of your legs out a little more to help him gain better access to what he desired most.
You whimper at the feeling of the cold tile against your chest before a gasp and an unexpected moan escapes your lips as Harry plunged himself into you, Harry grips your hips tightly groaning softly at the feeling of your soft walls clenching around him. He places some soft delicate kisses up your spine “so tight for me baby” Harry whispers kissing your jaw you lean back in his hold a little humming.
His hands begin to wander to your front cupping your breasts giving deep, slow thrusts where you were connected. A soft moan escapes your lips as Harry draws your ass back into him. Harry runs a hand up your spine nibbling at your neck before he bends you over gripping your hip “H…” you pant softly “fuck me hard H… please” you beg clenching around Harry causing him to groan.
Harry bends down to your ear kissing just under it “want me to destroy that tight little pussy baby?” Harry mumbles into your ear. You open your mouth to respond when Harry gives a single hard thrust causing your knees to become weak and a whimper to escape your lips.
“Fuck Harry” you moan “don’t tease me H” you mumble. You hear Harry chuckle behind you kissing your shoulder “y’sure about that?” Harry asks massaging your ass as he goes back to slow pumps causing the tension to build in your tummy again.
“I’m sure” you respond clenching around Harry again causing him to groan “fuck sweetheart, you feel fuckin’amazing” Harry moans as he delivers another hard thrust before slowing down again. You smirk clenching him again. You hear an snigger leave Harry’s lips before his hands came to grip your waist “I warned you” he whispers into your ear before kissing your jaw smirking against your skin.
Harry grips your hips with both hands as he begins to thrust into you hard. “So fucking good H” you pant, he pulls you into him until your ass was flush with his hips, cock buried deep inside you, you gasp a little whimpering.
Harry rubs your hips kissing your back “c’mere” Harry mumbles pulling out abruptly pushing your hips to turn you around to face him. “Why’d you stop again?” You whine causing Harry to smirk “just wanted to look at you” he smiles. Harry reaches over turning the shower off before reaching down picking you up to wrap your legs around his torso.
Harry moves from the shower out to the bathroom counter sitting you on the edge before he smirks at you “let me finish what we started?” Harry asks. You giggle and nod “if you don’t you’ll be in trouble” you smirk pulling him towards you connecting your lips to his.
You pull away kissing down his neck just under his ear “make me cum H” you whisper in his ear. Harry moans softly “so needy for me” he smirks. Harry guides himself back to your entrance. You sigh as Harry pushes himself back into your entrance and wastes no time in fucking into you mercilessly.
Harry had edged you so much that it took near on no time for you to be clenching around Harry trying to hold off your own orgasm “H I’m so close, fucking me so well babe” you moan. Harry grips your thigh with one hand and moves to rub your clit with the thumb of his other hand. “Let go for me baby, cum on my cock please” he begs nibbling at your neck.
Your toes begin to curl and your legs begin to shake at Harry’s request you grip the edge of the bathroom counter as you begin to unravel “Harry…..” you whimper rolling your hips into him “fuck!” You moan out as one of the strongest orgasms you’d ever had washed over your body you clench and pulse around Harry who three pumps later was filling you with his cum “babe, such fucking good pussy” Harry moans holding your left hip like his life depends on it.
Harry stills inside you panting into your neck. He slowly moves his face to connect his lips with yours you wrap your hands in Harry’s hair “so good to me” he mumbles on your lips you hum smiling “you’re so amazing H” you whisper kissing him again.
******
Harry eventually gets you cleaned up and carried you off to his bed tucking you both in. You were chatting away the door still just ajar when you hear a little voice coming from the hallway “Mummy” Noah whimpers “yeah baby, come here” you respond. He rushes through the door towards you, you pick him up from the side of the bed pulling him into your chest “y’ok bud?” You ask softly rubbing his back a little his tired eyes looking up at you “I want to cuddle with Daddy” he whimpers softly.
You glance at Harry for a moment before looking back at Noah, he’d never really brought up his Dad until now and if you were honest you were a little shocked by it “what do you mean sweetheart?” You ask, Noah looked at you then at Harry. He squirms from your arms into Harry’s arms “Cuddle with Daddy” Noah whispers snuggling into Harry’s chest.
That’s when it dawned on you Noah was calling Harry, Daddy. Your jaw drops as you look at Harry who was seeming having the same realisation, tears stinging his eyes. You look at Noah kissing his head softly “baby, did you just call Harry Daddy?”, Noah look up at you with his wide eyes and nods “Stella at daycare said that Daddy’s spend time with Mummy’s and…and spend time with kids and…and Harry does that for me, did I do something wrong mummy?” He asks his little bottom lip beginning to tremble.
You and Harry glance at each other before Harry shakes his head “not at all Noah it’s ok….I’d love to be your Dad bud” Harry says softly pushing Noah’s hair from his face. Noah looks up and nods “yes please”.
In that very moment you felt yourself becoming anxious, your heart knew that this was everything you wanted, but your mind was racing with everything that could go wrong with this happening. What if Ryan found out. What if Noah eventually worked out Harry wasn’t his Dad. What if Ryan contested for full custody.
You let Noah settle trying to play off your own anxieties before kissing Harry’s cheek “I just need some water” you say softly sliding out of bed. You head out to the kitchen before heading out into Harry’s small backyard to check on Ned.
Almost twenty minutes pass and you still hadn’t returned to bed, leading Harry to go and tuck a now sleeping Noah back into bed before moving out to the kitchen. Still not being able to find you Harry ventures outside when he sees the door slightly cracked open.
He comes to settle next to you on the patio a glass of water in one of your hands the other petting Ned who had settled at your side. “Love, what are y’doing out here?” Harry asks softly. You sigh a little “I don’t know, just got a little overwhelmed I think” you say softly. Harry reaches out to tuck some loose hair behind your ear “Should we talk about it?” He asks. You shrug a little “I love that your willing to take on a parent role for Noah, but I’m also scared, what if Noah finds out your not his biological Dad, what if Ryan try’s to get full custody….what if we don’t work out?” You begin to ramble your anxieties coming to light, your body begins to shake your breathing begins to quicken and tears begin to build in your eyes.
Harry noticed instantly and wrapped an arm around you pulling you into his chest “Hey, c’mon babe I’m here everything’s ok” he whispers kissing your temple as you rest your head in the crook of his neck “we should have talked about it first I’m sorry” Harry whispers rubbing your shoulder “But, I’m not going anywhere, you and Noah mean the world to me Y/N, it’s us and our boys” Harry says softly pulling you closer to kiss you softly. You couldn’t help but smile a little on his lips “our boys” you whisper resting your head to Harry’s.
Hearing Harry talk about being a family settled your anxiety enough for you to head back up to bed, but there was still going to be plenty to navigate.
Eventually Harry got you snuggled into his chest just the way he liked.
You woke the next morning to find an empty space next to you. You hum softly rolling over grabbing Harry’s pillow pulling it towards you.
Taking in his scent you couldn’t help but smile, you wrap your arms around it pulling it to your chest closing your eyes listening out for any other signs that Harry was awake.
Within a few minutes you could hear Harry trying to softly pad his way back to bed to his failure the weight of his large feet giving him away.
“You’re not as quiet as you think Styles” you mumble your face still half buried in his pillow, eyes still closed.
He lets out a breathy chuckle “thought you were asleep” he says softly leaning over to kiss your temple. You giggle a little shaking your head eyes still closed before whining a little “why do you have to smell so good, I never want to leave this bed” you open one eye to glance at Harry who was kneeling at the side of the bed smirking back at you.
“You don’t ever have to if you don’t want to, I’d wait on you hand and foot until we’re old and grey if that’s what you wanted” Harry smiles, you hide your face further into the pillow to conceal your blushing cheeks from Harry, who instead grabbed your chin tilting your face towards him before kissing you softly.
You hum against his warm, plump lips, you would never get over this feeling, this feeling of being loved by someone you truely loved as well. It was something mundane to you but wouldn’t trade it for anything. You had an indescribable amount of love, affection and passion for the man in front of you.
Pulling away slowly and a little reluctantly, you scan Harry’s face caressing his cheek lightly before smiling a little as he places little kisses to the insides of your palms. You stare at him a little while longer before revealing your biggest secret “Harry…” he looks up at you at the mention of his name, you smile a little continuing to caress his cheeks “I love you”.
Harry stares at you for a moment before he breaks out in a wide smile and red cheeks that he tried to hide behind your hands. He leans closer so his forehead was resting to yours he places two of the softest yet most passionate kisses to your lips before looking you dead in the eye and responding.
“I love you…and Noah, I’m so happy with you both in my life” he whispers before connecting his lips to yours once more.
You pull Harry’s arms signalling to him to climb up on the bed with you. The passion and love you felt towards this man right now had no right to be contained.
You had morning breath, your hair an absolute mess and had Harry’s t-shirt from last night covering your torso and no panties. But none of that mattered just words couldn’t describe how you felt about Harry.
You needed him, and by his next course of action he needed you as well. Harry’s lips never left yours he managed to push his shorts off leaving his fresh hoodie on and pulling your t-shirt up to enable access to what you both needed.
You bring your knees up and let them drop for Harry to shuffle up in between them. He grabs the covers behind him and pulls them up over you both, the back of his mind still aware that there is a child in the house who is as unpredictable as his mother.
Harry slowly pulls away to position himself at your entrance gliding into you with ease. A satisfied moan leaves your lips as you relax back into the pillows around you. One hand making it’s way to the back of Harry’s neck pulling him in to kiss you once again.
Harry kisses you a few times before whispering in your ear “you are music to my ears sweet girl”. He begins delivering deep but gentle thrusts to you wanting to savour every single second with you.
You tilt your head back grinding into Harry’s thrusts. His public bone was meeting with your clit in perfect time and creating the perfect feeling to you. Harry’s forehead meets yours as he continues to thrust into you.
It really wasn’t very long before your toes were beginning to curl trying to hold off on your orgasm, the passion in the room mixed with Harry’s talents had you both trying to hold onto the inevitable mix of fluids.
You open your eyes and see the crease in Harry’s brow his mouth agape eyes squeezed shut. You move your hands to his cheeks directing his lips to yours as you wrap your arms around him pulling him closer to you. Your arms slowly make their way down his back where you push down at his belt line enabling you to grind your hips into his even more causing Harry to groan on your lips.
He reluctantly pulls away from the kiss resting his head to your own once more. “I….you….Jesus fuck” he pants as his thrusts become a little sloppier and your grip becomes tighter as your body threatens to burst.
Your eyes meet Harry’s and he simply nods. You scan his face once more as Harry delivered the thrust to end it all. You begin to squirm under him as the middle of your back leaves the mattress your legs come to squeeze at Harry’s hips this seemingly sending him to the peak of his own high.
He grabs at your hip delivering another few deep thrusts before moaning out your name in pure bliss as you both shake and whimper tangled in each other Harry’s body collapses onto your own his hot breath covering your neck.
You both lay in silence for a few minutes your hands rubbing through Harry’s hair as he rubs circles into your thigh.
Harry slowly moves to hover over you once more leaning down kissing you with the utmost tenderness he slowly pulls away not even opening his eyes “you…you are everything” he whispers kissing both of your cheeks opening his eyes to look down at you.
Your eyes meet his and you both smile “I’m your everything H” you whisper pecking his lips again. You wanted to stay wrapped up like this forever especially considering how intimate the entire moment had been. Harry went back to laying on your chest as he softened inside of you you rub your hands through his hair a while but before long Noah was calling for his Mummy.
You sigh softly and giggle a little “at least he didn’t let himself in I guess” you comment causing Harry to laugh kissing at your neck “I’ll go get him” he mumbles into your skin kissing your jaw then your lips before slowly pulling himself away from and out of you simultaneously.
You gasp a little at the now empty feeling. Harry places a final kiss to your forehead before pulling his shorts on walking out of the room to the spare room which Harry had insisted now be Noah’s room when you stayed over.
You wait a few minutes expecting Harry to simply bring him back to you for the three of you to cuddle in bed for a while. When almost five minutes pass you get up find a pair of panties and shuffle over to the ensuite to clean up before heading downstairs legs exposed to the cool morning air. Harry’s shirt still covering your frame.
You walk into the kitchen to find Harry and Noah making an absolute mess, but it was the cutest mess you had ever seen. “Hi my loves, what on earth is happening here?” You giggle a little moving to the kitchen island where they were situated. You place a kiss to Noah’s cheek “Mummy! We’re making breakfast!” Noah yells excitedly.
You look up at Harry who was already staring down at you, his hand finds your waist and his lips find yours his hand moving down your back to your bum giving it a light squeeze.
“Thank you for getting him up and organising breakfast” you smile up at Harry. He simply shrugs “no hassle at all, I’ve got you babe” he winks causing you to giggle a little “he needed a wee and said he was hungry so I figured there was no better time to get up and make breakfast” Harry adds smiling.
“You…are the absolute best” you say softly pecking Harry’s cheek “not at all sweetheart, I’m just a man who adores having you both here” Harry smirks. You blush and hug his side ruffling Noah’s hair “can I do anything to help?” You ask softly “noooo Mummy, we don’t need help I big boy!” Noah butts in causing you to laugh “yes chef” you smile and move to sit on the other side of the island.
Harry hands you a cup of coffee which you gladly take “thank you” you smile. You watch the pair in awe as they continue to make a mess.
You help Noah to set the table while Harry cooks some eggs and pancakes the kitchen beginning to smell of the bacon that Harry had in the oven.
You sat down together as a family and ate breakfast. Noah still making a mess. You sit back watching him for a while smiling to yourself. “Hey” Harry says softly wrapping his hand around yours “you ok?” He asks a crease in his brow. You nod smiling “I’m amazing” you squeeze his hand in return.
You sit in silence for a little while longer before Harry speaks up again “Uni goes back soon” you glance over at him and nod “yeah only a week to go” you smile “y’nervous?” Harry asks softly “your last semester ever” he teases.
You raise an eyebrow in his direction “I’m excited to have more time for you and Noah” you say softly leaning over to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Would you be upset if I tell the University about us? I don’t really want to hide us”.
You sit thinking on Harry’s words for a moment the only background noise being Noah playing with Ned “I think we should tell them, better to disclose the relationship we have now rather than get caught up with it somehow…..I don’t know about you but I don’t really have intentions of keeping my hands to myself now that you’re not my professor anymore”
Harry simply chuckles pulling you into his lap “I’ll always be your professor” he winks kissing your cheek causing you to giggle and smile nestling your head into his side “I hope so, because that’s all I want” you say softly pecking his lips.
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The first week back had begun and Tuesday mornings you had an early lecture at 7:30 which meant a 6am start for you. Harry had been amazing and offered to organise Noah in the mornings and then drop in at day care before he started his own busy schedule.
You had both been staying with each other on and off and even having a few nights alone here and there. You’d even made space in your wardrobe for Harry which was apparently a big move that Harry appreciated and worshipped you for.
Pulling yourself from the shower you dry off a little before shuffling to your wardrobe to grab some clothes. You glance over at Harry who was still asleep his curls covered half of his face you smile a little to yourself before turning you attention back to your clothes.
Pulling a sweater over your head you spot a pair of strong, tattooed arms sneaking their way around you. You hum as Harry snuggles his head into your neck kissing your jaw “good morning” Harry mumbles the rasp in his voice evident “good morning baby” you smile softly rubbing your hands through his hair, “y’smell s’good” Harry groans.
You giggle and smile kissing the side of Harrys head “thank you…” you just stand together for a moment Harry rocking you from side to side a little “I need to shower” Harry grumbles, you giggle turning in Harry’s grip “I’ll go and make Noah’s lunch, want some breakfast?” You ask softly “yes please” Harry smirks.
He slowly lets you go pecking your lips a few times “I love you” Harry whispers against your lips. “I love you too H” you wrap your arms around him kissing him softly “meet you in the kitchen” you smile on his lips. He gives you a final squeeze before letting you go.
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You make your way to the kitchen quickly pulling together Noah’s lunch before moving onto yours and Harry’s while also making breakfast for everyone. Harry soon appears dressed and ready for his day just missing his blazer his hair still damp. He puts some coffee on kissing your cheek lightly “can I grab the little man?” He asks softly.
You smile and nod “yes please that would be a huge help thank you Harry” you look up at him with a smile, he winks back at you heading down to Noah’s room. He was only gone a few seconds before he was calling out to you “Babe…Y/N!, fuck quickly!”
When Harry called out for you, you file hear the urgency in his voice you drop what you were doing and run to Noah’s room. You immediately notice Noah’s hair wet with sweat and his little body pale in colour.
“What happened?!” You ask frantically coming to Harry’s side as he tried to wake Noah “he was just like this, what do we do?” Harry was panicking, you could hear it, but you didn’t have time for him to have a meltdown right now.
“Call an ambulance Harry” you say going to pick Noah up, as soon as your face is near him you hear a gurgle and wheeze with his breathing. You squeeze his little hand “Noah” you say firmly in an attempt to wake him. You shake his shoulder a little and he begins to cough, vomit sputtering from him mouth “Harry hurry up!” You yell pulling Noah from his bed laying him across you in an attempt to help him clear his chest.
He begins frantically coughing causing another vomit. Harry races back in his phone to his ear as he spoke to the operator. Noah continues to struggle and before you knew it the unthinkable happened, his coughing and vomiting stopped his eyes rolled back in his head “no…no, Harry tell them to hurry!” You yell as Noah’s lips turned blue and he began to seize in your arm.
Harry had become frantic on the phone yelling at the operator to hurry as you placed Noah on the carpet to try and support his breathing better, tears began to fall down your cheeks as your son convulsed on the floor in front of you. You support him on his side to maintain his airway as his seizure comes to an end. You look up to see Harry gone, he soon returned with two paramedics following behind him.
They started to throw around a heap of words and terms you nor Harry understood. They begin to ready Noah to go to hospital briefly talking to you about where they were going and what they had done so far but not much more than that. You look at Harry concern covering both his and your own face, “go with him” Harry says softly “I’ll follow behind” he adds kissing your head softly.
They load Noah up into the ambulance and you clamber in with him. Harry quickly grabbed the essentials including a change of clothes for you to replace your vomit covered ones before getting in his car heading off to the hospital. By the time Harry arrived they had Noah in a paediatric room in the emergency department.
“How’s he doing?” Harry asks softly placing the bag he brought with him down. You shrug a little “I don’t really know, they think he has meningitis” you sigh resting your head in your hands. “C’mere” Harry whispers pulling you into his chest “he’s gunna be ok” Harry says softly kissing your hair, “should I call your Mum?” Harry asks softly rubbing your back.
You shake your head a little tucking yourself into Harry’s hold “I’ll call her” you whimper a little. Harry gives you a squeeze before letting you go kissing your forehead.
You step out to call your mum, halfway through your call Harry sticks his head out of the room “y/n…he’s waking up” Harry says softly. You quickly end the call to your mum stepping back into the room seeing Noah looking quiet groggy but awake looking around at his unusual surroundings.
“Hi baby” you whisper softly “how y’feeling?” You ask softly. “Mummy” he whimpers you lean over and kiss his forehead. You sit with Noah for a while as he rests Harry watching you both.
Soon enough the doctor knocks on the door before stepping in “Miss y/l/n, we have Noah’s results….it is meningitis, but it’s bacterial….at this stage he’s had a prophylactic dose of IV antibiotics which he will no longer require. We’ll keep the fluids going and keep his temperature at bay, all going well you’ll be able to take Noah home this afternoon, he’ll just need the rest of the week to rest, I understand Noah goes to daycare?” The doctor asks glancing between you and Harry.
You nod “yeah he goes to the day care at the University” you say softly “it’s most likely that’s were the infection has originated” the doctor explains. You nod a little “what about the seizure? Do we need to worry?” You ask Noah snuggling into you. “No, we’re confident the seizure was due to his temperature provided he has regular paracetamol to keep his temp down he’ll make a full recovery” you nod “thank you so much”.
The doctor smiles before walking out you glance over at Harry letting out a breath you felt like you’d be holding in since this morning Harry moves kissing your head and Noah’s “oh my goodness” you sigh “y’did so well buddy” Harry whispers softly. “Mummy and Daddy love you so much” he adds. You look up at him a pout on your lips “I love you” you whimper, Harry cups your face with his hands kissing you passionately “I love you sweetheart, you’ve done so so well” Harry says softly shuffling you both across the little hospital bed pulling you both into his chest “and your so brave little man”
You all snuggle up for the day you and Harry taking turns keeping an eye on Noah. Eventually at 8pm that night almost 14 hours since the ordeal began you were heading home. Noah was tired. You were all tired. You all needed a good night sleep.
After discussing with Harry and Harry being adamant that it would work, he decided he would stay home with Noah the days you had classes so you wouldn’t miss anything and the days that you had off Harry would go to work instead. You get Noah in the bath and ready for bed, both you and Harry being too anxious to let him sleep in his own room you decide to let him sleep in your bed Harry opting to sleep in Noah’s bed to give you enough room.
You tuck Noah into your bed him quickly falling asleep. You head off to shower with Harry who already had the bathroom steamed up you smile softly seeing him waiting for you towel wrapped about his waist loosely.
“Hey you” he smiles softly “y’doing ok sweetheart?”Harry asks pulling you into his chest. You nod softly resting your head on Harry’s chest “yeah H, I’m ok, what about you?” You ask he nods kissing your head. You look up at him wrapping your arms around his shoulders “thank you….for being the best Dad to Noah H, it means everything to me”.
Harry hums “This is our family babe, you don’t have to thank me….speaking of family, Mum and Gemma have been asking when they get to see you” Harry smiles pushing your hair behind your ear.
You giggle placing some small kisses to Harry’s neck, “why don’t we go for a weekend when Noah’s better?” You ask looking up at Harry who was smiling down at you “you’d really want to go for a weekend?” He asks softly.
You nod pulling him to the shower “I’d love to Harry, plus it’d be nice for the three of us to get out of the city for a weekend, take Ned with us, I think we need it” you say as you undress, Harry doesn’t say a word causing you to look up at him “Harry?” You ask giggling a little his eyes move to meet yours a smirk on his lips “sorry I didn’t hear anything after you took your shirt off” you laugh continuing to undress Harry’s eyes glued to you.
You stand in front of him the shower still going “coming in?” You ask tugging on Harry’s towel causing it to fall to the floor, he simply nods eyeing you up and down as you step under the water you turn your back to him and he wraps his around around your waist pulling you to his chest placing kisses across your right shoulder.
Harry begins to slowly sway barely just enough for you to feel the movement but also enough for you to relax into his hold. “Who would have thought that you being my professor would have gotten us to here” you say softly Harry’s thumbs rubbing circles at your sides before turning you to face him.
He places a kiss to your forehead then your nose before pausing at your lips “I’ll always be your professor m’love” Harry replies before placing his lips to yours. You kiss back softly smiling against him. You slowly pull away resting your forehead to Harry’s before looking up at him.
“This is everything” Harry hums pulling you closer “it really is” you smile before placing your lips to Harry’s onceonce more.
Harry was right. This was absolutely everything.
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A/n - this was a super dooper long one, but if you stuck around to the end, thank you, I hope you enjoyed it!
#harry styles#harry fluff#harry angst#harry smut#harrys house#harry fanfic#harry styles smut#harry#one direction#professor harry#Harry professor#Harry x fem reader#mum reader
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What are your fav headcanons for Hinny and Romione?
Hinny
They divide cooking tasks because they both don’t care for it, but Harry will cook more often because he knows how much Ginny doesn’t care about it
They pretty much adopted Teddy when he was four as Andromeda was too sick to care for him, she passed a few weeks later
Harry knows how to drive, but Ginny refuses to learn, but all of their know how to drive too
Harry always takes their kids out for their first fly, but Ginny is the one that teaches them how to mount and kick off when their a little older
Ginny will sometimes dress Harry for an event, because she knows that he gets stressed out over the little details
Ginny has a tattoo of a snitch for Harry, while Harry has a tattoo of a horse for Ginny (among many other tattoos that Harry has)
Harry handles more of the big discipline moments while Ginny takes care of more of the day to day bs their kids get into
They flipped a coin when it came to naming the boys, Ginny won first, Harry second, though Ginny always had a soft spot for the name James and she wanted to name one of their babies after Sirius. She didn’t however expect Harry to name their second son what he did, she rarely ever calls him Albus.
Ginny knew that her third pregnancy was going to be her last as of how much stress it put on her body, so when she found out they were having a girl, she knew without a doubt her first name would be Lily.
They like to share a bottle of wine on nice nights out in their garden, they have a pair of lawn chairs that sit outside waiting for them on long summer nights
Romione
They like to travel, and they do it a lot as just the pair of them and as a family, often taking Rose and Hugo to either France or Spain for a week in the summers
They make it a point to have lunch together at least once a week, just the pair of them, as they’ll sometimes go a whole work week without really seeing each other (if Harry crashes their lunch they make it up the next time they can)
Ron does most of the cooking until Rose decides to take over, while Hermione has made it clear that she can burn water, but she does have some baking skills
Their bathroom has a double sink and a very large mirror, so Hermione can do her hair, Ron remodeled it specially for her when they moved into their home
They did buy their house when they found out about Rose, as much as they loved their flat, they wanted their children to grow up feeling like they had plenty of room to run around and play in
They have matching tattoos, Hermione has a Jack Russell Terrier, while Ron has an Otter
Ron named both of their kids, coming up with their names the second they found out their genders, but they fought over middle names up until their babies were born
There have been plenty of times when Ron has had to physically make Hermione leave her work behind and come home. She always ends up cuddling with the kids on the couch and sleeping until noon the next day, but coming back with the perfect solution to the problem
Even though Ron has his drivers license, Hermione, Hugo, or Rose will always drive with him as a passenger, there have been way too many close calls
For as long as they have been friends, have really know each other, they found comfort in the others arms. They have been dancing together since they were eleven, and kept it up even when they weren’t talking to one another because they’ve always needed one another
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Day 28 of @remadoramicrofics - Outsider POV
Andromeda Tonks watched as her daughter and son-in-law dressed her grandson for the ceremony. Remus was trying to slip shoes on him, but Teddy was kicking his feet so fiercely that he was only marginally avoiding failure. Nymphadora merely stood by and giggled as father and son wrestled.
Moments like these spurred mixed emotions in Andromeda. Ted would have loved his grandson, and she missed and mourned him every day. Of course, she still had some hesitancy towards Remus. To his credit, for well over a year now he had been the most attentive husband and father she could ask for her daughter or grandson, but she’d never forget the way Nymphadora had practically rotted in her bed during the week he had disappeared. Nymphadora had been quick to forgive, but Andromeda had made Remus earn her forgiveness; she had to be sure he could take care of her daughter.
Remus had gotten the other shoe on and proudly hefted Teddy into his arms. “Are you ready, Andromeda?” he asked as Teddy messed with the collar of his robe.
“Yes. One day, Remus, you won’t be able to get the upper hand on him so easily.”
“Let’s hope he’s dressing himself by then,” Remus chuckled.
“Wait until he starts walking,” her daughter said as she clapped him on the back before she apparated to the school grounds.
Andromeda followed after her. A few moments later, Remus arrived, Teddy in one hand and a child’s shoe clenched in the other. “A short victory,” he said as he raised the shoe to them. They followed the crowd across the grounds to the large memorial that stood on the horizon.
When the memorial had been unveiled, it had drawn a crowd every bit as large as this one. It was a marble structure with four columns wrapped in the house colors. Inside, the one room building was filled with portraits of the fallen; Sirius, Ted, and many others filled frames and told their tales. When they had first come, Nymphadora had drug her and Remus and Teddy to Ted’s frame, proudly showing off his grandson before scurrying off to show Sirius and the rest of Remus’s friends.
Today wasn’t a day for catching up, though, she thought as she took mercy on Remus and wrangled the shoe back onto Teddy’s foot. He thanked her with a bashful smile as Nymphadora stared at the crowd. “She’ll be like raising a second child sometimes, Ted was the same way,” she warned him as she eyed him tentatively.
“Oh, she isn’t that bad,” he chuckled. “I don’t have to put her shoes on, and I suppose that some nights after a full moon I’m rather reminiscent of a child.”
Andromeda had seen the way her daughter doted on him after a full moon and she was inclined to agree, but she had also seen Remus, after his impromptu vacation as Nymphadora called it, take care of her daughter through her pregnancy. The meals he’d make just to have Nymphadora turn her nose up almost on a whim, the sick mornings and cranky evenings, she wasn’t certain she’d heard him say no once in those nine months and his attentiveness had lasted well through the birth. When Nymphadora said jump, Remus asked how high.
Like this; Remus had wanted to skip the ceremony, citing general displeasure that he, a werewolf, would receive an Order of Merlin, First Class. Andromeda had to admit she was surprised, but she supposed, personal misgivings aside, he deserved it as much as any of the other Order members. It had been all through the press; at first, he was the only Order member not to receive one, but Harry had convinced everyone else to refuse theirs unless Remus was recognized. He had insisted they were making a big deal over nothing, but eventually the Wizengamot had relented.
When the invitation for the recognition ceremony had come, he had all but insisted that Nymphadora and she come and receive their awards and that he would stay home with Teddy, but Nymphadora wouldn’t have it. At one point, she had told him it would be unfair of him to miss because it would leave her and her mother five awards – Their respectives ones as well as Ted’s, Sirius’s, and Remus’s – to care for and no amount of Remus’s insistence that Harry would want Sirius’s could convince her otherwise. Finally, he had relented and agreed to come.
Ahead of her, Remus shifted Teddy to his other arm to wrap Harry in a hug. He immediately took the boy from his arms. “You’d better not be planning on keeping him forever,” Andromeda teased. For the first week after the war, she was almost certain that he had come over everyday to see the boy, asking Remus and Tonks several times if they were certain that they wanted him to be Godfather.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said as he bounced the young boy.
“Don’t worry, Mum, Remus won't let him get away with it. Think he used to be jealous he couldn’t feed him.”
Remus rolled his eyes, but his reddening cheeks gave him away. “I wasn’t jealous, Dora, I felt bad that you had to get up every time.”
Harry laughed before turning back to the stage. “Think we should get going?” he asked.
Remus watched the officials taking the stage. “Perhaps.”
Harry handed Teddy back. “I’ll come find you after.”
Remus nodded, but his eyes were still glued to the stage, a look of worry creeping over him. The look he got when he wanted to run. Before Andromeda could say anything, her daughter looped her arm through his and tugged them forward. “Oh no you don’t,” she said.
“Hm?”
“There’s no backing out now.”
“I-I wasn’t –”
“Great,” Nymphadora said as she linked her other arm through Andromeda’s, “then let’s get on with it.” Teddy may carry her husband’s name, but she most often saw him in their daughter and her endless love.
#remadora microfics#remus x nymphadora#remus x tonks#remus lupin#nymphadora lupin#teddy lupin#nymphadora tonks fanfic#remus lupin fanfiction#nymphadora tonks#andromeda tonks#Andromeda Tonks POV
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HPQD- Illness
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Hi!
Welcome to my first post of x reader fanfic nobody asked for.
I thought I'd start off strong with an imagines series for the Questionable DILFs of Harry Potter (don't ask).
I have no memory of writing half of this- may God bless us all...
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CONTENT WARNING: (non-descriptive) emetophobia warning for Fenrir (and Igor's) paragraphs- no actual, literally just the word!!
Barty Crouch (Sr):
I’m not sure what you’re expecting from Barty, but he’s not one to coddle. If you’re lucky, when you first become ill he might get you some tea and a paracetamol before he leaves for work; more than likely, he leaves it to Winky. Of course, that’s until the little elf appears in his office one afternoon, terrified that you’re dying. Barty expects blood, and tears. Instead, he finds you huddled up in bed with a temperature, complaining that the house is too cold, covered in blankets and sweat. He persuades you slowly to peel back some of your many layers and take some medicine, with gentle words and sweeties. If you aren’t infectious, and you promise to be good, he’ll snuggle you when he gets back from work, and let you eat in bed. Most of the time, your care is left to Winky, and yourself.
You need peace to recover, my darling. I’ll be back at six, alright? Get some sleep, and stay hydrated.
Fenrir Greyback:
Honestly, Fenrir is one of the best carers to have if you’re ill. Remember the wolf instincts? You’re his mate, not some mudblood he’ll use until he gets bored. In his community, being a mate means something, and it means you get a big, hairy wolf man to smother you until you get better. He’s slightly useless in terms of what you actually need, and you might end up with tampons even if you don’t need them. His reasoning? Yeah, he doesn’t really know. He just figured you might need them… at some point… but he does try his best, he’ll clean up your vomit and you, and get you tea. He’ll rub your back and give you cuddles, which he’s surprisingly good at. Please, give the poor wolf man a list of what you want, he has no idea. He’s trying though, he is.
I’ve seen worse than sick, love. C’mere, shh, shh. You’re fine, it’s all fine. Did it get anywhere? I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?
Rufus Scrimgeour:
Now, you’d think Rufus would be quite similar to Barty, but he is, in fact, a slightly more useful Fenrir. Unlike the other two, Rufus sort of, actually knows what he’s doing. He may just be utilising aftercare techniques, but it seems like you’re alright, so he’s not going to try anything else. He’ll take a few days off work; these days, all he does is paperwork, he’s not missing much, and you are more important. He does have to work, but there’s a desk in your bedroom for a reason. Rufus is probably immune to things you haven’t even heard of, the perks of being an ex-auror, so there’s no problem with snuggling you, and spoiling you to the ends of the earth. No matter what you want, you can have it. Toast in bed? He’ll have the elf bring you up a tray. A kangaroo? He’ll laugh, but you will receive a kangaroo teddy before you’re better. He’ll make sure you keep your fluids topped up, and will persuade you with anything to make sure you take your medicine.
I know it doesn’t taste nice, lamb. I know. Why don’t we have some hot chocolate afterwards to take the taste away. Yes, pretty girl?
Lord Voldemort:
Yeah… I don’t know what you think you’re getting, but you’re not getting it. No snuggles or kisses from everyone’s favourite Dark Lord, no. Lord Voldemort takes your care very, very seriously, and that means extreme overprotection. The minute you even sniffle you’re dressed up in a nightgown like a dying Victorian noblewoman and brought unceremoniously to the healers. A cold, a stomach bug, or something more serious are all treated with the same attention. You are treated like you have some exotic disease, or something that will kill you if you aren’t confirmed to your bedchamber. He comes to you, of course. He will always visit you. He’ll put a white hand to your forehead and tut when your temperature is still high, sitting by your bedside and encouraging tea down your throat, murmuring praise.
Still hot. If your care was adequate, you would have recovered already. Mh- perhaps I should have that student removed, he is too young to deal with someone of your calibre. Drink up now.
Igor Karkaroff:
Everyone’s favourite Slavic himbo is kind of… just there. He’s a huge germaphobe, and absolutely terrified of becoming ill. The moment you sneeze in front of him he has a mask and gloves on… I’m not joking, this man will do anything to prevent being sick. Of course, once he realises you’re actually ill, he’ll go into full panic mode- Sims4 parental panic mode- he freaks. Instead of worrying about catching the Black Death, now he’s panicking you’re going to die on him. Please gently remind him you aren’t going to die of the common cold, dear lord. And if you vomit, God won’t save you, he’s a letter away from sending you to the best hospital in the country. Once he’s chilled out a little, he’s not that bad as a caretaker. He has remedies- Teas, and all sorts he grew up with. If they get too much for you, he’s quite good at respectfully backing off and getting whatever you’ve actually asked for. If you’re having trouble sleeping, he’ll let you sleep on his chest and sing you lullabies. He doesn’t usually speak Bulgarian, or Russian, with you, but he will if you’re good.
Shush- no- you relax, stay there. I’ll get you something my mother used when I was a boy. Yes, I promise it’s fine, it does work. Stay there- no, I’m not worried. Are you worried?
#barty crouch#barty crouch sr#fenrir greyback#rufus scrimgeour#lord voldemort#lord voldemort x reader#fenrir greyback x reader#barty crouch sr x reader#rufus scrimgeour x reader#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter x y/n#hp x reader
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River and Harry blurbs Masterlist:
Harry is a single father raising four year old River, his son while also working as a full time artist. He's friends with his co-worker Mitch, who often gives him advice when it seems Harry doesn't have a solution or he's struggling. Sometimes when highlighted in different color it means River's older or younger.
*🍭= fluff 🍫= angst 🍿= serious tone/graphic detail*
*Red is baby River, green is teenage River and dark purple is preteen River*
Harry takes care of River when he's sick 🍭
River's first day of preschool 🍭 🍫
River can't sleep 🍭 🍫
River throws a tantrum 🍫
Their house
River goes into surgery 🍫
River doesn't want hugs or kisses 🍫 🍭
Teenage River runs away 🍫
Harry gives River a bedtime a call 🍭
River falls down and hurts himself 🍫 🍭
River gets rexie taken away 🍫
River gets his shots 🍫
Harry grieves his wife🍿 🍫
River is in a bad mood 🍫
Harry worries about everything🍿 🍫
Harry and River late night talking 🍭
River's teddy bear collection and Harry's studio
River gets lost at the store 🍫
River gets a bad girlfriend 🍫
River gets jealous of Harry babysitting 🍫 🍭
River stars in a school play 🍭
River's bedtime routine 🍭
River has an accident 🍭
Harry accidentally embarrasses River at school 🍭🍫
#harry styles#harry styles imagine#dadrry#dad!harry#single dad harry#harry styles son#son#harry and river#singledad harry and river#river styles#harry styles and river#teenage river#river and harry#harry styles blurb#harry one shot#harry styles fanfictions#harry styles imagines#daddy's love#daddy and baby#singledadrry#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fic#harry fanfic
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Hello, I've lived reading your Teddy/Victoire fics and since you said on your profile that you're happy to take request I'd like to ask for one, perhaps a sad breakup one of them? That more heartbreaking and gut wrenching the better lol
Christmas
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“Oh!” Victoire whispered. “You’re down here.”
Teddy jumped, looking away from the fireplace to where Victoire stood at the bottom of the stairs. She was in her pyjamas, with thick, fuzzy socks knitted by Grandma Molly pooling around her ankles, but Teddy, she noticed, was still in the clothes he’d arrived in that evening. The Christmas tree stood in the corner, topped with a golden gnome and twinkling with candlelight.
“What is it?” Teddy said, sounding more tired than Victoire had ever heard before.
“I just wanted to talk to you.” Victoire sat beside him on the couch, her leg pressed against his. Teddy nodded, his eyes moving back to the flickering fireplace. His hair was dull, she noticed, like the colour had been washed out.
He seemed upset that evening - he hadn’t talked to anyone much, except when he and Harry had gone for a long walk after dinner. So long, in fact, that almost everyone had gone to bed before they’d returned. Victoire had waited up for him the entire time, eager to get him alone. It was the first time she’d seen him since last summer, and she was desperate to spend any time with him she could while on break.
“I’m just going to say it.” Victoire took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, being at school without you is awful, I feel like I’ve lost something all the time. I know you think I’m too young, but I’ll be seventeen in May, it’s not that far, really, and I just- I had to tell you.”
Teddy didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched, and he moved his leg away so it wasn’t pressing against hers anymore. Victoire felt sick suddenly, she’d been so sure he felt the same way, with how he was the year before - he’d looked after her, helped her study, walked her to class. Even the few letters they had exchanged since he’d finished school seemed different, flirty maybe, like there was something more there.
She’d sat for hours upstairs that evening, whispering to Dominique if she should really come down and say something, if she should go find him in the house and confess her feelings - ones she’d had for years.
“Teddy?” She said quietly, touching his shoulder. He shrugged her off and rubbed his eyes aggressively.
“Vic-” Teddy said, and Victoire flinched. He sounded frustrated, like he did when James took his wand. He’d never talked to her like that before. “Why have you said that?”
“Because I have feelings for you-”
“This just complicates things, don’t you see?” He said, standing. Victoire stared up at him, her eyes wide. Her hands shook as she played with the hem of her pyjama top.
“But-”
“It doesn’t matter if you think you have some schoolgirl crush on me. I could lose everything, all of this.” Teddy said, gesturing around him. Victoire’s cheeks started to burn, she felt like she was being scolded for something she didn’t know was wrong.
“What would you lose?” She whispered as her chest clenched painfully.
“You have a family!” Teddy hissed as he tried to keep his voice down. “You have a family here who loves you, who takes care of you. I don’t have that. My parents are dead, Victoire. I haven’t got anyone.”
Victoire felt sick, her stomach turned as he spoke. She blinked back tears and wiped at her eyes, trying desperately not to look like he hadn’t just crushed her, that she hadn’t ruined everything. Teddy paced back and forth in front of her, tugging at his hair.
“Teddy, you have me!” Victoire felt a tear roll down her cheek, feeling so, so childish all of a sudden. “We are your family.”
“They don’t have to do this, you know? No one said they had to look after me. They’re not under an unbreakable vow,” Teddy took a deep breath. “If I took advantage of that, of you-”
“It’s not taking advantage, can’t you see? I love you.” Victoire pleaded.
Teddy shook his head, his hair was streaked with grey. “If I ever did anything to hurt you you don’t think they’d look at me differently? Your dad? Your uncles?”
“You wouldn’t!” Vic cried.
Teddy laughed coldly. “Don’t be stupid. I’m hurting you right now.”
Victoire let out a choked sob. “But it’s Christmas-”
“Yeah, it’s bloody Christmas. And tomorrow morning you’ll wake up to your siblings and mum and dad and have breakfast, and open presents and my parents will still be dead.” Teddy said, and walked away, slamming the front door to the Burrow as he did.
#I think Teddy would be like Remus#and have trouble accepting that someone could love him :(#takes place before The Night Before#there is reconciliation in the future for these two#teddy lupin#victoire weasley#hp fanfic#teddy x victoire#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#i've made Victoire cry a lot i realize sorry girl
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Use Any Means pt 7
Ron and Hermione seemed out of sorts, and perhaps a touch embarrassed, after their shared diatribe. They subsided into making a respectable meal off the tea tray, moving their chairs over to sit by Harry. Cadwaladr directed a side table over to them so they wouldn’t have to balance teacups and plates on their knees and waited until they were wrapped up in a quiet conversation before he spoke.
"I'm going to be terribly impertinent and impose on you. Would any of you be able to stay until Harry is awake again? I don't want him waking up in a strange place without anyone familiar here."
Molly looked troubled. "I suppose I could…well, Ron can stay or…I could ask Arthur to get Ginny off the train. Harry isn’t a good color right now.”
“You could ask Percy if he’ll come a little later, if that’s all right.” Ron suggested, patting Harry’s ankle as the sleeping boy twitched violently. “He might come if Dad isn’t here. Er, were we not supposed to be listening?” He added, catching sight of his mum’s face.
“No, Ron, it’s fine. Why Percy?” No one missed how tired Molly sounded.
“He knows what the Ministry’s likely to try with…all this happening.” Ron gestured vaguely with a slice of bread and butter. “S’practically running the Ministry these days, I reckon. Even if he is a prat.”
“Mum, Dad?” Hermione turned to look at them.
“If anyone thinks I’m passing up this opportunity then they’ve gone mad.” Teddy spoke decidedly.
“And I already had any emergency calls re-routed for the weekend.” Malcolm admitted. “I wasn’t entirely certain what might happen.”
“That’s you sorted then.” Ron murmured to Hermione. “Mum?”
“If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Du, my son Percival would be a good addition to this discussion. He’s…I think he hears quite a bit given his position.”
“I haven’t been in England in quite some time, Mrs. Weasley. Any advice or insight into the current political climate would be helpful.” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no issue stretching the truth for this. Not if it could help the boy now in his care.
“Then Ron and I will stay the night, at least. I'll send a note down to Percy.” She couldn’t quite keep the hope out of her voice.
“Thank you. I…” he trailed off, a new and alarming thought springing to life. “Is anyone prepared to dress for dinner? I rather have a feeling Mrs. Harris may expect it?”
“I can ask Percy to stop by and pick something up for me and for Ron.” Molly pulled parchment and a travel quill from her handbag. “He’ll have his own things.”
“If someone can pop us back for a few minutes, I can pack for…” Teddy looked over at Hermione. They seemed to have an entire conversation with just their eyebrows. “At least tonight and tomorrow. We can plan from there.”
“Yes. One of the footmen can take you, or Melkin, if you prefer.”
“It might be better if it isn’t someone helping Mrs. Harris open the house.” Malcolm suggested.
“I’ll ring and ask if Melkin can bring the carriage around.” He stood and sighed. “Does anyone see anything that resembles a bell pull or a button?”
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Cadwaladr lifted Harry gently from the window seat and settled the boy in his arms. Harry sighed in his sleep and curled closer, one hand fisting into his shirt, crumpling the fine linen. At least irons existed, he thought, and it would give his valet something to do. He shifted Harry slightly and realized that he’d instinctively settled the boy into a carry he’d last used when his youngest brother was eight and refused to fall asleep anywhere but the drawing room sofa.
He only hoped no one would say anything when Harry curled closer. Hermione and Ron trailed him out of the room, refusing to leave their friend even if it meant staying in the sick room with him. Ideally, all three of them would be their own rooms in the nursery wing, but the only rooms they had time to open were the sick room and the day nursery.
They’d have to call it the day room lest any teenager feelings were hurt. Perhaps he could start a new fashion for the ‘school room wing’. Merlin only knew they didn’t need a nursery. What would his own parents have done when there were only those not yet out of school at home? Most likely they’d have called it the nursery wing and told everyone who complained to lump it.
This wasn’t how he’d envisioned bringing the boy home, although he didn’t think anyone would be prepared for phantasms and exploding foreheads. This was, honestly, more emergency than he’d planned for. He thought he’d be dealing with, for the most part, grief and anger and a great deal of ignorance of their world. He could handle grief and anger – he’d dealt with all his younger siblings after…after. He knew how to be the strength another lacked.
Harry worried him. He didn’t blame Andromeda for not knowing or Hagrid for not noticing, but surely someone at Hogwarts ought to have noticed that things weren’t right.
Harry’s height and weight, his easy acceptance of the utterly bizarre (even for the magical world), and the tale his friends told spoke of deeper problems. He supposed his job now was to bring Harry through all of this. To give him structure and safety and care. He’d done it at not yet twenty-five for six others when he knew nothing about children and the raising thereof. Would one be that much more trouble?
He could practically hear young Mr. Weasley sniggering at him in his head. He had a sinking feeling that one Harry Potter would, without doubt, give him more trouble than the six he’d already raised. Sighing to himself, he carefully settled Harry on a bed in the sick room. Two other stood waiting, along with a comfortable sitting area by the fire. He looked about, hoping for Harry’s trunk, and noticed just how the maids, the sick nurse, and Mrs. Harris all looked.
“Has he any nightclothes?” They’d have to make do with switching spells and cleaning spells.
“None worth putting on the poor lamb…his grace.” One of the housemaids blurted out. She looked to be thirty seconds from tears.
“Hush, Nell.” Mrs. Harris scolded. “His Grace’s wardrobe is…lacking. I had Della run up to the attic and bring down some things for him.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harris.” Cadwaladr spoke carefully. “We’ll just get him changed.”
He performed the switching spell automatically, as he had countless times for his own siblings, and tucked him firmly under the covers. Harry now wore a long white nightshirt. Ron and Hermione exchanged a pointed look.
“Not in love with magical fashions?” Cadw asked.
“Well, he won’t complain…” Ron hedged.
Which meant, Cadw knew, that they would hear all about it even if he didn’t.
“I see. Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Will you be comfortable up here?”
“Oh yes, thank you.” Hermione answered. “We have our trunks and our Summer work to keep us busy.”
“I’ll ask someone to bring up a selection of books for you.” Cadw caught Ron’s dismayed expression. “And I believe we may have some bound volumes on Quidditch. Mrs. Harris had the forethought to open the, er, day room right across the hall. There are games, more books, and a gramophone-wireless combination if you need anything else to do. It tends to have whatever you need in the moment.”
“I’m sure we’ll be very comfortable.” Hermione repeated firmly.
Oh, he recognized that tone. Get gone, adults, we’d like to talk privately.
“I’ll be waiting on the…” Nell paused. “The school corridor this evening, Miss. If you need anything you just ring.”
“Thank you, Nell. We’ll do that.”
“And Nurse Hallett will be in and out to check on his grace.” Mrs. Harris further assured them.
Cadw almost swore he could hear Hermione’s teeth grinding. Ron shifted next to her.
“We’ll leave you to it. I’ll be up before and after we dine.” He took pity on the teenagers who clearly wanted all adults out of their hair and took everyone with him when he left.
As he closed the door, he heard Ron mutter ‘school corridor my eye…this is the bloody nursery sick room’.
#hp society/the ton#hp the season au#hp the season/the ton au#use any means#harry potter#ron weasley#hermione granger#teddy granger is having the time of her life
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Enchanted updated
This week’s chapter of Enchanted: Andromeda is sick and godparents Harry and Hermione must take care of Teddy. What will they do? It’s Valentine’s Day in New York City. Hermione has a boyfriend. How does Harry and Ron take it?.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52472776/chapters/132745426
FFN:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14310031/1/Enchanted
#harry and hermione#harry potter fanfic#ron x hermione#hp harmony#harry potter series#harry x hermione#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#harmony
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being a fan is so much more fun when you dont care about the irrelevant and silly drama instigated on twitter or whatever by irrelevant people spewing the worst take you have ever read in your life like who cares and why bother giving these morons the attention in the first place harry and his team/friends clearly dont care to
exactly and they’re the sick ones for seeing a bed and a teddy bear and thinking it’s something sinister ? like huh???? whatever
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Teddy Wants a Treehouse
(Or, the one where Harry has a minor bout of jealousy.)
When Andromeda Tonks asked Harry and Ginny Potter to watch 4-year-old Teddy for a week, the Potters accepted without hesitation. Andromeda had been playing a tug-of-war-like game with her last living sister, working to discover if Narcissa Malfoy still had traces of the person she had once known. It was decided—after a year of awkward silences, long-forgotten happy memories, and melancholy rememberings of what had been—that the two sisters would take a holiday. Maybe after being away from everything, they could find out one way or another.
At least, she hoped.
While she knew that her surrogate family would not become close friends of the Malfoys if she and Cissy were able to rebuild their relationship, they had respected her desire to try to work things out. It was decided that Ginny would watch Teddy during the days she wasn't in training, and on the days she had to travel to Holyhead, Harry would take Teddy to the childcare wing of the Ministry. Teddy had been before on just a handful of occasions but seemed to love it each time.
Andromeda told Teddy of the arrangement a few days before she was due to leave for Italy, and he was ecstatic.
"I's gets to stay with Harry' n Ginny for a whole week?" He had asked excitedly in the middle of breakfast. Porridge smeared across his mouth, small clumps taking residence in between strands of shockingly turquoise hair.
He was as messy an eater as his mother had been clumsy. It brought a sad smile to Andromeda's face to think about it.
When Harry and Ginny came to pick Teddy up for the week, Andromeda couldn't tell whether godfather or godson was more excited.
Ginny had no trouble stating that it was Harry.
And as Harry looked up from blowing a raspberry on Teddy's stomach, the little boy still squealing with laughter, the look on the man's face proved that his wife was most definitely correct.
But neither Andromeda, Ginny, nor Harry expected Teddy to come down with dragon pox just two days into the week. Andromeda offered to come back early, but Harry promptly refused. He almost never took days off from work and had plenty of leave accrued to stay home with Teddy. Andromeda looked skeptical during their conversation over the Floo, but Harry assured her that if he could defeat dark wizards and live through three different killing curses, he could take care of his sick godson.
He'd call over to the Burrow and have Molly help, at the very least.
"Really, Andy, we'll be fine. Enjoy your time in Italy. Everything will be fine when you get back." Harry said. His knees were beginning to ache from having to crouch down by the fireplace. Reluctantly, and with many quickly given tips for treating dragon pox and reminders about what Teddy liked and disliked, Andromeda ended the connection. Harry stood up, rubbing his knees.
"Well, Ted, it isn't the week we had planned, but let's make the most of it, shall we?"
Teddy looked up from his place on the hearth rug and began to try scratching his irritated skin, foiled by the scratch-proof gloves he had been forced to wear.
"Itchy." Teddy said grumpily.
Harry managed to get an appointment at St. Mungo's that afternoon. Harry was happy to discover that while Teddy would be a little lethargic for the next couple of days, he would be back to his usual self and ready for all the things Harry had wanted to do before the week was up. The Healer gave Teddy a salve for the irritated skin, a potion to knock the dragon pox out altogether, and a lolly for his troubles. She also had the decency not to laugh when Harry took one as well.
Not an hour after Harry and Teddy returned to the house on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow, Molly Weasley arrived with an arsenal of sickness-beating supplies—enough soup to last a week, a salve she decided was much more effective than whatever rubbish they were passing out at St. Mungo's, and a fresh set of gloves for little hands that still tried to scratch at the pockmarks.
"Mrs. Weasley, I'm green! And itchy!" Teddy said as Molly bustled into the kitchen.
"Well indeed, you are!" Molly replied as she poured bowls of soup for him and Harry. "But not to worry dear, we'll have you right as rain in no time. Eat up! You'll need your energy. You too, Harry, dear. You're looking quite thin. A good wind might blow you away."
Harry knew better than to waste his time protesting Molly taking care of the two of them, and after one sniff of the soup, he joined in with Teddy, eating hungrily.
"Thanks for bringing us soup, Molly. I really appreciate it. I was thinking that I'd have to order takeaway this evening."
Molly looked scandalized at the thought of a sick toddler eating takeaway. "Nonsense! I'll be sure to bring some more soup over tomorrow. It will make this little one start feeling a little more like himself." She gave Teddy a pat on the head and set the dishes to washing themselves with her wand.
Molly sat with Harry and Teddy at the dinner table for a while, going into exaggerated raptures as Teddy demonstrated his abilities to write his letters and numbers.
"How smart you are, Teddy! You'll be at Hogwarts before we know it."
Teddy looked at once proud and mildly embarrassed at the statement and looked to Harry for further approval. Harry smiled and ruffled Teddy's hair. After the dishes had been washed and dried, and the kitchen looked a bit cleaner than it had when Molly had arrived (though quickly she denied any additional spellwork and proceeded to change the subject), Molly stood to leave.
"Well, I must be off." She said as she double-checked her basket to make sure she had everything. "Arthur will be home soon, and I'll need to get dinner ready. Feel better, dear." Molly kissed Teddy on the top of his head and turned to hug Harry goodbye.
"I'll be around tomorrow to check on the both of you." She said as she grabbed a handful of Floo Powder.
"Thanks again for the soup, Molly. Teddy, what do you say?"
Teddy's little green face looked from Harry to Molly and then to the fireplace. "I want to go wif you to the Burrow! Can I?"
Neither Harry nor Molly had expected that response. A little surprised, Molly looked to Harry and saw him attempt to hide the slightly crestfallen look that passed over his face. Trying to avoid letting Harry know that she had seen it, she bent down to get a little closer to Teddy's eye level.
"You want to go to the Burrow with me?" Teddy nodded eagerly. "Well, Teddy, you know you're always welcome, but Victoire won't be there." She said, thinking that Teddy must have been missing his playmate. At this, Harry squatted down and placed a hand on Teddy's back.
"Is that why you want to go to the Burrow, Ted? You want to play with Vic?"
"I want to go see the treehouse. Harry doesn't have one." Teddy said matter of factly. Harry and Molly looked outside the sitting room window. There were several trees on the property, but as Teddy had mentioned, none of them held a treehouse.
"I don't, do I?" Harry rubbed Teddy's back, mulling things over in his head. "Molly, do you mind if Teddy and I come over and camp out in the treehouse today?"
Teddy gasped with excitement and threw his little arms around Harry's neck before looking back at Molly. "Please, Mrs. Weasley!"
Molly laughed. "Of course, you can. Arthur would love to see you both. How does treacle tart sound for pudding?"
"Excellent." Harry and Teddy replied. Molly chuckled to herself and straightened back up.
After Molly disappeared into the fireplace, Harry stood up and looked around. "Well, Ted, we'd better pack some things up for us to take to the Burrow. Go grab a few things, and I'll send a note to Ginny."
A few hours later, Harry and Teddy were sitting in the treehouse on a pallet of sleeping bags and pillows, reading the latest issue of Martin Migs the Mad Muggle. Teddy loved the silly stories and was sent into a giggling fit every couple of pages. He was right in the middle of one when they heard footsteps on the treehouse ladder.
"Looks like you two are having plenty of laughs without me. Did you save me any fun?"
"Ginny!" Teddy squealed as the redhead crawled over to them in the treehouse.
"Wotcher, Ted." She grinned before placing a kiss on his turquoise fringe. "Hello, love." She said as Harry leaned over to get a kiss of his own.
"How was training?" Harry asked, ignoring Teddy's groans of "yuck!" when the kiss lasted longer than Teddy preferred.
"It was good. Gwenog mostly had us go over some new approaches to next week's match. The Tornados' new beater is starting, and he's got a wicked aim."
"Can I go to the Quidditch match? I want to see the snitch!" Teddy asked as he crawled onto Ginny's lap. Harry beamed at Teddy's mention of the snitch and sent a smug look over to Ginny.
"We'll have to check with your Gran, Ted. But wouldn't you rather get more excited about the quaffle?" Ginny asked, glancing at Harry, whose mouth was now in a straight line.
"I like them both! But snitches are really fast and they get a bazillion points!"
"I suppose that to a four-year-old, 150 and a bazillion are quite close to the same thing." Harry said. "Nice try with the quaffle bit, though."
Ginny stuck out her tongue at him and then turned back to Teddy. "Is that your new issue of Martin Migs, Ted? Is it as funny as the last?"
After the rest of Martin Migs, a few dragon coloring pages, and one and a half rounds of Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump, Teddy Lupin began to doze off. Ginny rubbed his back as Harry laid him down on the sleeping bag. "Poor kid. I remember when Ron and I had dragon pox. At least we had each other to play with."
"Yeah," Harry said as Ginny moved to sit on his lap. "When he mentioned that he wanted to come over, your mum thought that he wanted to play with Victoire."
"She also mentioned that you looked a little hurt when he said it."
Harry felt himself blushing subconsciously. "I had hoped that she didn't notice that . . ." He muttered under his breath. "I thought he was bored with me at first. Then he mentioned the treehouse, and I realized that it did seem a lot cooler than being cooped up in our sitting room all day."
"He adores you, Harry," Ginny said, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Believe it or not, even more than treehouses. And quaffles, apparently." She feigned a look of disbelief.
Harry laughed. "Apparently."
Over the next few days, Teddy returned to his normal coloring and was ruled to be back in perfect health. Harry, still on cloud nine from spending the week with his godson, decided to stay home even on the days that Ginny didn't need to go to Holyhead and squeezed as many activities in as they could into their last two days together. They got ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, went to the joke shop to play with some of George's more toddler-friendly items, and went to the cinema in London. And then, almost too soon, Andromeda returned from Italy, and it was time for Teddy to go home.
The next weekend, Ginny awoke and instinctively backed closer to Harry, only to find that Harry wasn't there. She turned over and looked around where he should be lying and, confused, glanced around the room. She didn't hear any sounds of movement in the bath, and no sounds were coming from the kitchen. Getting out of bed, she pulled on her dressing gown and walked over to where they kept their calendar in the kitchen, but his work schedule showed that he didn't have to report to the Ministry today either.
Where had he gone off to?
She noticed a cereal bowl and a used coffee mug in the sink, the tea kettle on the stove, and smiled. She hadn't been able to pick up his coffee habit in the mornings and could only tolerate the stuff when she was in dire straits. But Harry had been there and grabbed a bite to eat before he went to wherever he had gone off to and had gotten the kettle ready so that she could have tea when she woke up.
Ginny pondered this as she poured a cuppa and heard a tapping noise. She walked over to the window and saw her husband standing on a ladder by one of the sturdier trees in their yard, hammering at a set of wooden planks. Wrapping her dressing gown more securely around her, she walked outside to the tree.
"I was wondering where you had gone off to."
Harry looked down at her and grinned. "I wanted to get an early start and didn't want to wake you."
"I noticed," she said, sipping her tea and smiling at him as he went back to working on the boards. This was one of the few moments outside of their time with their friends or family that he didn't look so burdened. "What is it that you are doing, exactly?"
"Teddy wants a treehouse." He replied simply. "Could you pass me that instructions page? The one by your foot?"
Ginny picked up the instructions page and handed it to Harry. She watched as he tapped it with his wand and caused it to hover in front of him. He squinted at it briefly and picked the hammer up again. There was a sudden intake of breath, and he stuck the pad of his thumb instinctually in his mouth before looking at it.
"Splinter." He said at her concerned look. Ginny examined his thumb as she pulled his wand off of the boards and tapped twice on the small sliver of wood lodged in his hand. The splinter shot out and into the air as the skin healed itself.
"I'm pretty sure you could have gotten one that was already made." Ginny said as she placed his wand back on the planks of wood that harry was assembling. "Or done it with magic."
He shook his head. "Some things are better done by hand."
"Your hands are quite capable, from my personal experience." She smirked before taking one last sip of her tea, noticing that Harry looked quite pleased with himself at the statement.
Read the rest on ao3.
#Harry/Ginny#Hinny Fic#Hinny#Harry is a good godfather#Harry Potter#Teddy Lupin#Ginny Weasley#Ginny Potter#Molly Weasley#cannon compliant#post-DH#after the war#fluff#Harry takes care of sick Teddy#global warming is trying to destroy us so we deserve some fluff#Andromeda Tonks
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sunday fic list
Hot on the heels of missing another week (thanks to a gay old time in Brighton), finally, here's my list of fics I've been loving recently! If you have something you'd like me to read - something you've loved, something you've written - please do drop me a DM! <3
<-- previous Sunday Fic List
Acts of Service (E, Drarry, 5.6k words) by @oknowkiss
Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.
Okay, so, full disclosure, @oknowkiss and I have spent a good few hours yelling at each other about how much we love the tropes we love but I think I forgot to mention how much I fucking love a sick Harry with a caretaking Draco, and all of the whinging and banter than comes with it. This has that, plus so much more: so much love and affection and hot, hot smut. My God. This is the stuff guys!
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Any Day Now (E, Drarry, 16.9k words), by @oknowkiss
Draco supposes he should be grateful.
The rehabilitation centres were the Minister’s idea, or that’s what the Prophet said anyway. Their stated objective is simple: to provide a safe space for low-tier Death Eaters and high-tier sympathisers to reconsider the entirety of their life choices. All guests–because no one is a prisoner here, the literature brags–are to be provided with shelter, food, clothing, and the guided support of a Mind Healer via a programme they call “ideological restructuring,” which is, of course, mandatory.
OR: Draco Malfoy considers the circle.
(yes, another @oknowkiss fic, so sue me tbh?!) Holy shit guys. The worldbuilding? Exquisite. The grey morality? Delicious. The sex? Delectable. The pacing? On point. Everything in this fic feels so authentic, like I could reach out and touch. It's creepy, it's sad, it's funny, it's everything I love.
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Darling, Don't Think Twice (E, Harry/Teddy, 18k words) by @shiftylinguini
Leaving the Aurors, and then England, after his divorce with Ginny was finalised was the best thing for Harry, and for Ginny, too ― but not for the godson who worshipped the ground he walked on. Now that he’s back, all Harry wants is to set up his own place, and to spend time with Teddy as he tries to fix their fractured relationship. Teddy, however, wants something else from Harry, and there’s only so many ways Harry can tell him no. Not when he desperately wants to say yes.
This fic! This fic is freaking gorgeous! It's got so much build up and tension and a lot of dancing around each other until, when they finally do come together, it feels so authentic and earned and just frankly delicious. I'm so weak for Harry/Teddy now, and this fic was one that definitely helped ease me into this ship.
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Good Intent (E, Teddy/James with past Harry/Teddy, 11.9k words) by @maesterchill
It all starts on the camping trip when James gets his dick out in the tent.
A very sweet, intimate fic with realistic depictions of hot sex? Yes please! The background Hardy in this is just - mmfff - to be honest, and I love the new dynamic Teddy finds with James. I'm a sucker for anything set on a camping trip, too. Wonderful stuff.
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Men of Routine (G, Drarry, 1k words) by @graymatters
Harry and Draco's morning routine has remained unchanged for years. They see no reason to fix what isn't broken.
Oh my god! What a soft, beautiful slice of heaven this is. Older!Drarry and a glimpse into their future together. It feels so very them. Gorgeously written.
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Stitched and Sewn (E, Drarry, 7.9k words) by @wheezykat
Harry shudders, fingertips pulsing against Draco’s thighs. Draco can feel the sharp, metal edge of Harry’s wedding band digging into his flesh, knows he’ll have a bruise there in the morning, a small imperfection that only he’d be able to see. It’s one of the only marks he’ll vanish, not wanting to think about its implications; the rest he’ll keep for himself.
Slowly, Harry relaxes, shoulders sinking, breaths changing their cadence to a new tempo. Resigned, surrendered to this dance they do.
A gorgeous depiction of miscommunication and quiet, desperate love. I read this in one sitting this morning, glued to my phone in bed, breathless with how beautifully written, paced, and painted this whole story is. My heart was squeezed tight then brought back to life.
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Up The Road (T, Charlie/Tonks, 2.6k words) by @ruinsplume
The best way, Tonks thinks, would be to take the initiative herself. But it has to be a boy she can stand to ask, one who won’t laugh at her, one who might actually agree to what Tonks knows is a preposterous situation, even if she can’t say exactly why.
Okay. I've never really read a Tonks-centric fic before, but... this. This is it. I get Tonks here. I feel Tonks here, and this - this is a super queer and amazing fic you guys. I cannot begin to explain how important this story is, how much it read to my soul. This should be on everyone's to-read list, it's phenomenal.
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And that's it for another Sunday! Bit of a bumper one this time, happy reading! Love you all! <3
#wolfpants sunday fic list#drarry#hardy#harry/teddy#charlie/tonks#jeddy#james/teddy#drarry fic#drarry rec
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Overdue
by HgwrtsExchngeStdnt
Harry threw his gear haphazardly into his locker, stuffing and shoving it hastily so he could get the door closed.
"Merlin, Potter, what's the rush?" Albert Dewhurst on his left chuckled, "I know you're pretty beat up, but you won't die if you can't get to hospital this minute."
"I'm not going to Hospital," he muttered quietly.
"Oh, that's right…" Dewhurst grinned knowingly, working off his jacket. "Got your very own Healer at home, haven't you? Going to let her work her magic?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"It's not that – she's probably going spare, though. We meant to be finished with this mission two and a half weeks ago…She knows she wont get any information from the Office – I have to get home…" he forced his locker shut, and headed for the door.
"Don't you have reports you have to do?"
"They can wait," Harry stated.
"Aren't you at least going to change so you can turn in your uniform for repairs?" Dewhurst called, holding his own torn and slightly bloodied jacket in the air.
"Don't have the time!" Harry called back.
He jogged to the apparition point, ignoring the alarmed looks his appearance garnered. He hadn't seen his reflection, and frankly he didn't care to. He just wanted to be home.
…
Hermione emerged from Teddy's room, clutching Fellowship of the Ring to her chest. She ached. Through and through. She tried to be strong for Teddy, tried to keep up the pretense of normalcy when every little daily habit felt lonesome and cold.
Every night they read. She and Teddy would sit against the headboard, taking turns reading aloud, and Harry would stretch out over the rest of the bed, providing commentary and sound effects for Teddy's amusement.
Lord of the Rings just wasn't as funny without Harry. She wanted him back. She hadn't slept in a week and as frustrating as the lack of contact from Harry or the Auror Office was, no news was the only good news she had.
And normally, she was fine. Well, better, anyway. But it was nearly 3 weeks past when he was due to return, and putting on a brave face got steadily more difficult.
She sighed, and went to her room to get ready for bed. Standing in the shower, she tried to think which book she wanted to read before bed…tried to convince herself that she wanted to read at all.
When she couldn't justify standing under the hot stream any longer, she got out, toweled off, and began brushing her hair.
…
The gash in Harry's side had coagulated, and the one on his right arm had nearly stopped bleeding. His partly rashed, partly shredded knuckles seemed to scream in protest as he curled his fingers around the doorknob and pushed through.
…
Hermione sat up straight, distracted from a particularly stubborn knot in her hair by the sound of the front door opening. She clambered off the bed and rushed to the entry.
"Harry James -!" She was rounding a corner when she saw him. Bloodied and gashed and exhausted.
She gasped, "Oh, Harry!"
"Don't worry, Hermione," he smiled wryly, "It's all cosmetic – no real damage."
Hermione was not amused. How dare he waltz back in looking like he'd been in a cage fight with a Hungarian Horntail and pretend like all was well.
"Harry James Potter! You are impossible!" she fumed, marching up to him, "I know you're on a mission but couldn't you find some way to let us know you were alive? That you'd be longer than you planned? You had poor Teddy petrified he'd be fatherless all over again!"
"Hermione, I-"
"No! Harry, you had me worried sick! I can't believe –"
…
As Hermione ranted on, Harry didn't quite get most of the words, but he saw her swiping at angry tears, and how she wouldn't come close to him. She marched around, swooped in and withdrew, but never touched him.
She wasn't really angry with him at all.
If she was properly angry, she'd be jinxing him and pounding her fists against his chest.
So, he strode towards her, and as she raised a hand to keep him away, he pushed her wrist away gently, and kissed her.
Once she stopped trying to hit him, she held to him as if her very existence depended upon it.
Harry
grinned, pulling back, "It's nice to see you too."
Her insistence that she hated him was made less effective by the hiccough-sob combination that interrupted it.
…
"Hagrid's Umbrella! How did you manage this one!" Hermione asked, looking more closely at the gash on his side and reaching for ointment.
"Er…that one was my own fault. I had one in front of me and one to the side. Based on what little I could make out of their incantations, I decided to block the curse from the side, and I narrowly missed the one from the front – I jumped out of the way and scraped up against a bloody rock."
He grimaced as the cleansing ointments stung, waiting for the cool sensation that accompanied Hermione's frequent soothing charms.
…
Hermione saw a lot of blood. Plenty of things a great deal more severe than Harry's 'cosmetic' damage. And she knew that Harry was no stranger to injury, but each time he returned the worse for wear, her legs shook and her throat stopped up like a first year Healing intern.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get word to you…about it being longer than planned," Harry said quietly.
"Harry, I didn't mean that, I'm so sorry…It's just that –well, you know me – I worry."
"Still. I am sorry."
She muttered a soothing charm over the ragged skin and bandaged it quickly.
"All right – hands?"
Harry sat up, offering them.
"Oh!" Hermione clasped her hands over her mouth. She'd thought the other injuries were ugly. "Oh my…"
"Yeah…Sorry," Harry said apologetically, "I think I got some blood in your hair…earlier."
…
Harry watched her gaze flicker from his hands to his face, horrified.
"Hermione? Are you all right?…the muscles and everything are fine, it just looks bad."
She shook her head, eyes shutting tight.
"Would you like me to go to St. Mungo's?" he asked gently.
Hermione breathed deeply after a few moments, and exhaled, "No…I'll take care of it," She got up, and without looking at him, went to her medicine cupboard. She returned with several bowls floating beside her.
Harry acquiesced as she took his hand gingerly and sent a stream of water over his hand to clean out the debris, and then set it in a bowl of what he could only assume was Murtlap Essence. But Hermione didn't speak or look away from her work.
Eventually, when both his hands were resting in bowls, and the sting was starting to dissipate, Harry cleared his throat.
Hermione paused in cleaning her Healing equipment, and looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Are you all right?"
She smiled sadly. "I don't like seeing you hurt."
"I can start going to hospital before I come home, if you like…"
"No," she shook her head, "It's fine…really, I prefer you coming here. I know I'm a good Healer, and I feel safer knowing nothing will be overlooked."
"But if it distresses you…"
"Before you come home, I wonder if the injuries will be worse than the last," Hermione stated calmly, "…wonder about the day when I can't cure you at home with Murtlap essence and disinfectant potions…wonder about the days you'll be confined to some bed in St. Mungos…I can't bear feeling like I wont be enough to take care of you."
"You are, Hermione, you're the best there is," he said, wishing he could take a hold of her like he usually did when she worried.
"I can't fix everyone, Harry. And I can't lose you. Not now, not after so much."
Harry swallowed a heavy sigh, and waited for Hermione to look at him.
When she did, he kept his voice gentle and even, and asked, "Hermione…do you want me to find different work? I'm sure I could find a teaching post…or, I'm qualified to move up in rank…I'd be home more, and involved in the planning and intel rather than the actual missions."
Hermione looked as if she might cry, and kissed him, then hugged his neck, breathing against the sensitive skin.
And he loved Hermione, but something in his heart cracked, until her whispered reply.
"Oh goodness, Harry. Don't you dare give up all you worked at for my sake."
"But Teddy –"
"-knows he has the bravest fathers in the world. You're his idol, Harry."
"Thank you, Hermione."
"Just keep coming home to
me," she insisted, curling against him and tracing the designs on his shirt. "I don't care how battered or bruised, as long as you make it home."
"I'll do my best," he promised, and kissed her head.
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AFC Richmond as boyfriends
Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.
I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners
A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.
Sam Obisanya
The absolute sweetest man you have ever met
Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.
He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.
He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”
Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.
The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.
He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.
There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)
Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.
thesexisgoodtoo. hesaverygentleandgivinglover
Isaac McAdoo
Man’s stubborn.
I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.
I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.
But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?
He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.
Bear.
Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.
He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.
Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.
You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.
You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.
Richard Montlaur
So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!
He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).
You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)
There are always roses in your shared flat.
It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.
He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.
He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.
Little spoon.
He’s teaching you French.
This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.
Dani Rojas
You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.
One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.
Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.
Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.
He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.
He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.
His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.
He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.
You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.
There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.
You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.
He makes the best breakfast most mornings.
And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.
After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.
Jamie Tartt (Season 1)
FUCK NO
Jamie Tartt (Season 2)
On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.
Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.
His love language is kind words.
At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.
He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.
He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.
Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.
He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.
He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.
He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.
He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).
Roy Kent
Rugged.
He’s great to snuggle up to.
The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.
10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.
He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.
Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.
Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.
He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.
Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.
Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.
Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.
He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.
Jan Maas
My beloved
My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.
He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.
Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.
He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.
He likes going on Aquarium dates.
The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.
Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.
He can make amazing pancakes.
Thats it though.
You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.
He’s a sweetheart though.
Mostly good intentions though.
Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.
At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.
He knows what he’s doing.
Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker
#Ted Lasso#Jan Maas#Isaac McAdoo#Dani Rojas#Roy Kent#Jamie Tartt#Sam Obisanya#Richard Montlaur#AFC Richmond Himbos#AFC Richmond#AFC Richmond Greyhounds#Emotional Support Himbos#I love them all your honor#Jan Maas my beloved#Sam Obisanya is baby
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Furry problem
If you ask me how exactly I came up with this idea, I don't know.
It was a mixture of an episode of the Kardashians reality show, a personal story of when my sister was pregnant, stories from other people, and many other things ahahhaha
I hope you like it, it's a one shot with no purpose other than to show that Harry is a lovely husband
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"Harry, you need to help me," A very pregnant Ginny appeared in the doorway, naked and still wet from her shower, looking already sweaty.
Harry, who was lying comfortably on the bed waiting to fall asleep, sat down on the mattress, not wanting to show that he was tired. Last night he was woken up twice, once by a crying James who had the flu and couldn't sleep, and once by Ginny, who couldn't get up to go to the bathroom because of the pain in her back.
All day, he took turns taking care of James, who was still sick, helping Ginny with her aches and pains, and making sure Teddy didn't kill himself while flying in the garden.
Harry really wanted to sleep.
"Hmm?"
"You're going to need to shave me." Even though they were married, she was pregnant for the second time, Harry still felt his neck burn, as he saw his wife's cheeks turn pink too. "I can't do it alone, and I'm not going to go to an epilator because I'm ashamed, and tomorrow I'm going to take those pictures and I don't feel comfortable this way," Her eyes filled with tears, as each week it became more and more common. "And you know how I regretted not taking more pictures of James' pregnancy, but I don't feel pretty!"
"Couldn't Hermione help you? I think she knows-"
"But I don't want to show her my pussy, Harry! And I thought, like it was you who got me in this state," She pointed angrily at her belly. "You would help me! It's not like you never saw me down there!" Harry doubted the reddening was now from embarrassment, the tears already dried from anger, and it took a lot of effort not to laugh.
"Fine, I'll help you," He stood up, not wanting to pick a fight with her. Ginny had been a lot more nervous the last few days, and it was all too easy to make her lose her mind - he knew that from experience. ''But you'll have to explain to me how to do it, I've never done it,'' He usually wore a razor, never having liked the shaving lotion Ginny used.
''Okay,'' She walked back to the bathroom, looking like an adorable wet penguin, but of course, Harry would never say that. ''I tried to do it myself, but you know... I can't see, and it hurts my back to be bent over for too long.''
"I thought you didn't mind the fur?" Ginny re-entered the bath, now dry, and again, Harry felt his cheeks burn as she lifted her feet and propped them on the ledges on either side, giving him a wide-open view of the whole situation down there.
Yes, he'd gotten her pregnant, and obviously for that he'd seen her naked many times, but it was a different situation.
''I don't care, but I do too,'' She shrugged, handing him the lotion. ''Apply a thin layer with this spatula, all over the area, in the opposite direction of hair growth,'' He nodded, sitting across from her in the tub and getting ready to get to work. “It’s just… I feel weird, I don’t know, and she told me it wouldn’t make any difference, that I just need to feel comfortable, and now, I don’t,”
''Does it hurt?'' He applied the lotion that smells like lemon and mint, the green color was light and the texture felt like glue, making the work of spreading a little difficult. Harry thought it would have been easier if she had asked him to use the razor, but Ginny had already complained about allergies, so he chose not to ask about it.
''No, it's just cold,'' Ginny closed her eyes, her hand resting on her big belly. ''He moved a lot today, I feel tired,''
''Maybe he sensed that we're going to take pictures tomorrow? You know, with you feeling anxious and all,''
“Who knows… James got better?”
''He was able to breathe through his nose again,'' Harry said, taking more product. ''I used that potion your mother gave us when I got the flu, remember?'' Ginny nodded. ''But, his throat is still red, and he complained that he can't swallow painlessly,''
''I hope he wakes up better tomorrow, if not, it will be harder than usual to take the pictures,'' The two agreed. James had learned to say no, and he was in a bit of a rough spot where nothing pleased him and nothing made him happy. ''How's Teddy? I couldn't even see him fly today, the baby sucked all my energy,''
''He flew well, without getting hurt, but he still can't get back to the ground without losing his balance. I believe that by next week he'll get better at that... Do you want me to... do everything?''
''Yes, please,'' He nodded, grabbing more lotion and starting to work on her ass. ''In ten minutes, we can wash everything,''
''Are you happy? With the pictures tomorrow?'' He looked at her, and as much as Ginny nodded, she wasn't smiling. ''We can reschedule if you don't feel well,''
''No, I’m... I'm happy, I'm excited, it's just that... it's strange, even if I'm already in my second pregnancy, it's strange to be in this body, you know? I don't know, my self-esteem has dropped a little in the last few days, I think it's because stretch marks started to appear on my back,'' Her eyes had a glassy glint that Harry had grown more and more used to seeing.
''I know it's not about this, but you're beautiful. I don't think I've ever thought you were as beautiful as you are now,'' She smiled this time, but tears spilled down her cheeks.
''You said that when I was pregnant with James too... and postpartum,'' Harry shrugged.
''It's because you always manage to look even more beautiful, it's impressive... I think the fact that you're pregnant again, that our family is increasing... I don't know, all of that makes you even more beautiful in my eyes,'' He ran the last spatula of the product, thinking he'd done a pretty good job for someone who'd never shaved anyone before.
Everything about her was covered in this green goo, and all of her hairs seemed to slowly stick to the lotion.
''Thanks,'' Ginny smiled, wiping away her tears. ''I'm glad you convinced me to take the pictures,''
''It'll be fun, you'll see,'' Harry kissed her calf, glad he'd at least managed to get a smile out of her. ''Now is just wait,''
“You are the best husband in the world.”
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Harry takes care of you on a sick day: Headcanon:
Harry rushes over when he finds out you are sick.
He shops at the store and buys you your favorite soups and hot tea. Not to mention every type of cold medicine in existence.
Teddy bears and get well cards are presented to you every hour with your favorite candies and sweets.
He doesn't care if he gets sick from kissing your humid forehead or cheeks. Making sure their long ones in between too.
He swaddles you in big comfy blankets and takes your temperature and practically panics if it goes past 99.1°
The smallest cough would make him drive you to the hospital thinking you have a deadly disease.
Harry will drag you back to bed if he sees you up trying to make yourself hot tea or do chores. "But Harry my show is on!" "I'll record it for you yn now back to bed."
He'd make you healthy soups despite your protest for something else.
Harry would make your room nice and steamy for your stuffy nose.
He would cuddle in bed with you and run his fingers through your damp hair and softly sing your favorite songs.
Every sneeze would send in him in super speed by your bedside.
He would have hot tea on your nightstand and a not saying how much he loves you.
When you open the door to your bedroom hoping to escape and he's right there with a "and what are you doing?" as he escorts you back to bed and tucks the covers in so you can't get out.
He'll make sure everything is sanitized so you won't get sicker.
Harry will make put on your favorite movies and buy your favorite meals.
He'll give you repeated kisses and the squeeziest hugs when you need it the most.
He'll want to trade places with you.
You'll have to do the same when he gets sick from taking care of you.
#harry styles#harry styles imagine#harry styles and yn#sick baby#sick day#harry loves yn#harry ❤️yn#harry style headcanon
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ddumpster-fire
ur local flaming garbage
issfoto
issfoto
queenismykween
Always have to love Queen (and Left 4 Dead 2)
onnarhiw
just some random shit-
onnarhiw
just some random shit-