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machiavellli · 5 months

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Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: this was like driving: I don't have a driver license. Seriously like, you absolutely hyped me up for writing this and now I feel like I need to go touch some grass and drink some holy water.

Btw we shouldn't feel ashamed, like the first people ever to write in a language that is more similar to ours, literally wrote about about two nun fuck1ng him 108 times (yes that's what he says) in a week bc they thought he was mute. Like women in the 700 were DYING bc of novels, bc they couldn't never have enough of it and the majority developed a masturbat1on add1ction. We can't be worse, that's just humanity at its core: we are h0rny creatures.

⚠️: The blue parts are from a poem, from the author Giacomo da Lentini and it's called "Meravigliosamente" (| put a translation at the end, because it's ancient Italian and you can't translate it with a normal translator). It's one of my favorites poems ever, it's one the best incarnation of what love feels like. Yeah now the poets are cursing at me from above.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!Breeding k1nk, p in v, ora1 f receiving, pregnant! reader description, nak3d people in general (idk what to put, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED). English is not my first language, therefore you could find some mistakes, please report them to me!

With all being said: enjoy<3

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

Theo loves to love as we already established.

He loves to give, he would let his blood dry for you.

Therefore he likes to take care of his dear ones, especially you, il suo tesoro.

I also already told you about how he will think about your future together, how he would love to have a proper family with you.

He just wants to have what his family wasn't capable of giving him.

So when the seventh year it's over, it also means that his only obstacle, the one that used to keep him away from his dream, is also over.

Something changes inside of him, un istinto primario prende il sopravvento. He knows that now it is actually possible.

«Meravigliosamente

un amor mi distringe

e soven ad ogn'ora.»

Maybe the first few months it wouldn't be so evident, he would probably keep it for himself.

He wouldn't like to put pressure on you, he couldn't.

But every time you get intimate, tutte le volte che fate l'amore, he can't help but think what it will feel like letting himself go completely.

Letting it happen.

Letting himself have a proper release.

Letting himself paint your inside white.

His warm finding the embrace of your core.

Planting a life, creating it with il suo tesoro, la sua diletta.

That's the ultimate dream e cazzo quanto lo vorrebbe.

«Com'omo che ten mente

in altro exemplo pinge

la simile pintura,

cosi, bella, facc'eo,

che’nfra lo core meo

porto la tua figura.»

But for now he still has to curse within himself, "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.", imprisoning that release, that dream.

Simply wishing he could stay inside, saving every drop for you.

It's so hard for him to distract himself from the heavy daydreaming.

His mind as pregnant with thoughts as he wish you were.

You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.

And he would easily do everything under the sight of your new silhouette.

(As he wasn't already totally lost in this love, this passion per la sua bella)

This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:

You, full and completely bare before him sitting on your shared bed, nonchalantly putting cream on every inch of your skin after a shower.

He might be at the doorstep looking from afar or already on the bed

But it always ends with him interrupting you, taking your hands with devotion, already giving you passions with just his eyes, just for him to say: "dimmi quello che desideri e sarà tuo"

And he would literally do anything.

«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,

com'om che te lo foco

a lo suo seno ascoso,

e quanto più lo'nvoglia,

tanto arde più loco

e non po star incluso»

He would let you exploit his tongue in favor of your pleasure, savoring every drop coming from down there.

Growling just at your moist sight

And he would taste you like a starved man.

Over and over again.

On the bed,

On the Couch,

At the dinner table.

Sempre e ovunque.

Holding you still with one of his firm hands on your now round stomach.

Non è mai stato così facile inginocchiarsi e predicare da quando la sua religione, la sua donna angelo, sei diventata tu.

You look like a miracle to him.

And he would absolutely get lost in this strong trance filled with amore, passione e lussuria.

He would delicately lay your figure on the bed, like the most precious Greek statue of a goddess.

But the softness of your skin will make him realize that you are not a vision, but his blessed reality.

Your fullness getting in the way would quickly become the most delicious sight ever in his eyes.

His dead stare penetrating your soul along with his physical body.

He would tell you that his eyes look gone because he is convinced to be already dead and already in Paradise.

So lost in the haze, so convinced of the woman under him to be an angel.

And now, he is making her la madre dei suoi figli, sua moglie, la sua fiamma, da qui all'eternità.

Your legs, now afar from each other, looking like the most rare prophecy.

The softness of your skin feeling like the salvation from every sin.

Your swollen breast moving along his movements in you, rhythmically, like a fine melody.

And if by chance a single tear of your product falls from them, his eyes would shine like the sun during August.

He won't esitate to collect it with his mouth, tasting yet another one of your miracles. He wouldn't hold back the raw attitude taking over his mind, he simply couldn't.

«Assai v'aggio laudato,

madonna, in tutte parti

di bellezze ch'avete.»

When you two got together he thought he couldn't love you more, the same on your wedding day, but now he would simply let this love tear him apart he would still and always pray in your name.

In the morning he would wake you up gently, caressing you cheeks, watching as the eyes that caught his soul slowly open.

He would prepare breakfast for you, taking it directly in bed.

And every day will only be about you and you only.

Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.

You have swollen feet? A massage from him is mandatory.

Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.

And don't get me started on the amount of stuff that he would buy for your unborn child.

He just wants to make sure everything will be ready for the big day.

But that's just a dream, playing tricks with his mind.

«Canzonetta novella,

va canta nova cosa;

lèvati da maitino

davanti a la più bella,

fiore d'ogn'amorosa,

bionda più ch'auro fino»

"Theo, darling, are you still here?" you ask him after two solid minutes of him staring at you, to the point that you were starting to feel suffocated by his gaze.

His pupils blown, and as his breathing increase, he finally snaps back from daydreaming.

But now, now it's been months of this agony, della sua mente completamente offuscata dal desiderio.

He just can't help himself anymore, he is a direct and honest person, he can't continue to keep this away from you.

And with the most serious expression known to mankind and his eyes firmly buried into yours, he doesn't hesitate anymore: "Facciamo un figlio amore, facciamolo adesso, non ne posso più d'aspettare, non posso più nemmeno aspettare che er mondo faccia n'altro giro" he would tell you in one breath.

You kiss him delicately, "Allora non esitare, non aspettare che la luna fugga Mr.Nott"

"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"

"Ti amo tantissimo" the last thing he would tell you before finally letting himself completely go, completamente perso in questo amore, si che possa ammirare te, te sospirare e te amare, te soltanto.

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Okay so here's the translation of the poem, the canzonetta, which as I said it's called "Meravigliosamente", in English “Wonderfully":

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g-xix · 8 months

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Pregnant | Harry Lewis

Hey girlies, here's a Harry oneshot for the W2S girls, requested by someone on Wattpad... Ik Whoetoshaw has alr done way longer + more in depth sort of oneshot for this so creds to her ofc. Here's a cute pic of Harry to prepare you tho:

Very fitting!!! Anyways: Content: Pregnancy scare, female hormones, 2k wordcout CW's: Pregnancy scares + mentions of abortion

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The two bright red lines glared up at me angrily.

I couldn't believe it.

Slapping a hand to my mouth, I felt as though the life around me were distorting, those bright two lines indicating the new life forming in my stomach.

"Y/n? You all alright in there?" Georgia's voice called from outside the bathroom. I felt my hands shaking, I couldn't comprehend it was really true. Tears began burning in the corners of my eyes, distorting the dizzying LED's around me. There was commotion around me- a door slammed open, a familiar face with a look of horror as they looked at me- lay across the bathroom floor- I couldn't tell you what happened in the space of ten minutes, but before I knew it I was sat opposite Georgia in the kitchen- steaming mug of tea in my hands.

She looked at me sombrely, a hot mug in her hands as well.

"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She questioned, raising her mug for a sip.

"Who?"

"Harry."

Oh God. I had to tell Harry. Boyfriend of five years, best friend, considerable soulmate.

And somehow the thought of telling him still made me pale inside.

We'd never talked about babies before... Pregnancy or even babysat for a friend! And having a baby meant a lot of responsibility we hadn't considered. We both had far too much on our plates. I had a nine-to-five, he had all of his YouTube biz, and we barely even had time or thought for holidays together, anymore.

"Soon." I gulped, palely.

...

"We're going out for drinks tonight- Mia and Faith coming along as well, you wanna come?" Harry mentioned casually,

"Oh, yeah sure I-" I choked on my breath as I remembered, coughing and burning my lungs as I hacked up a bit of inhaled saliva. Harry's hand found my back, slapping it as though he were trying to hit the cough out of me. "O-on other notes, I think I'll pass."

"You're not one to pass on meeting up with the girls, you got a bit extra work?" Harry questioned, face showing concern as he tried to read my expression.

I turned my back to him, facing the fridge to avoid eye contact as I responded dejectly.

"Yeah." I spoke shortly. I could feel the burning in my lungs slowly sinking in my stomach and sitting like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Every morning, throwing up had been getting worse and worse. It felt as though no matter what I ate (or didn't eat) for dinner, every morning the sickness hit with the same knee-weakening magnitude. I was sure Harry was asleep most mornings when I threw my body over the toilet bowl, given I woke at 3am with the sickening urges.

And I didn't want him to see me throw up all over the kitchen after missing out on an opportunity to see Faith and Mia again.

"You want me to stay? I don't mind staying in tonight if you wanna spend some time-"

"God's sake, shut up Harry." I snapped "Just go without me- I've never stopped you before, have I."

An uncomfortable silence settled between us, tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

I didn't mean to shout at him- I don't know why I snapped.

"S-sorry." He softly spoke, voice filled with downcasted sadness. His voice only made my heart ache more, and I turned to try and meet his eyes- babble an apology- but as I turned to try and meet his soothing blue eyes, I was instead met with the door closing behind me.

The pull on my heartstrings making the tears well in my eyes was clearly too close to the stomach- as I felt my inside swirling, bile building in my oesophagus.

Before I knew it I was back at the toilet bowl, hands clasped around the lid with my knuckles going white as I had whole body shakes. My eyes squeezed shut, throat burning as I coughed up residual acid that lingered in my throat, spitting out all that amalgamated, nauseating fluid in my mouth.

And then after the coughs, it all began dawning on me again.

No more going out for drinks.

No more spontaneous planning.

No more irresponsibility.

Those coughs began developing into dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as my breathing became erratic, broken cries and raw sounds coming from a throat I couldn't even believe was my own.

My body shook with each cry- weak and unstable- and only trembling more as I realised I wasn't just shaking myself. That tiny life form- a consequence of my carelessness- shook with me with each choked sob.

A vibration from my pocket was pulled out with quivering fingers, spotting Georgia's name.

I swiped on on the accept button, lips sealing together as I tried to zone into Georgia's voice.

"Hey girl, you doing alright?"

"M-maybe... Why, has s-something happened?"

"Not really, just wanted to know- have you told Harry yet or are you still-"

I felt that anger building inside me again. It wasn't her fucking problem- easy for her to pressure me- try and advise me and tell me I ought to tell him despite having zero fucking knowledge on what it feels like-

"GEORGIA, FUCK OFF I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT-" I threw the phone out of the bathroom door, hearing it hit one of the bedroom walls. "FUCK. OfF..."

My voice breaking was the last straw before I began losing it hysterically once more. My throat burnt as more acid crept up my oesophagus and found its way into the toilet, tears streaming down my face like a river now- chest rapidly rising and falling as I clutched at my head- everything making me light hearted.

The lights went off after that.

Pulling the pulley down, the lights went off. I didn't want to be seen. I want to see the reflection of a broken woman who I knew was myself. I cried in the dark instead of facing myself and what had happened.

Until I lay back flat against the cool tiles. I had gone through the motions. Dramatic sobs until there was no more liquid and I could only dry heave- to now- simply staring up at the ceiling, eyes tired and breathing steady with the exception of an occasional erratic choke.

It could have been just a few minutes, or a few hours that I just lay there.

Head empty, stomach empty, body feeling completely light. As though I weren't even alive.

I felt like shit.

I shouldn't have snapped at Harry.

I shouldn't have shouted at Georgia.

I shouldn't have thrown my phone.

I'll tell him when he comes back, Georgia, I spoke internally. Promise. For you.

My mind flicked through the variety of ways he could respond to hearing it. Eventually I filtered it down to a few.

Best case scenario: He's too drunk to understand it and just falls asleep, unable to comprehend what I'd said.

Worst case scenario: He completely sobers up and tells me to leave. Get out, blocks me on everything, does everything in his power to never see me again.

Of course, there were also a few alternatives:

Maybe he would start packing and get ready to spend the night at a friend's to sober up- not believing what he'd heard.

It was a possibility he might pass out from the news.

Or he could agree to support me, but only if I agree to abort it- him- her- whatever it was.

That final thought was sickening. I couldn't abort it. Of course - I physically could have it aborted... But I couldn't do that to something living. A part of me. I didn't like the thought of something growing inside of me- but that didn't mean I was going to be cruel enough to kill it. No matter how poorly Harry reacted.

A jangle of keys outside the door was enough to get me onto my feet- rushing back into the bedroom as I heard the front door opening.

"Y/n?" His voice called from the front room.

I jumped onto the bed, finding my phone and running my finger over the dent it had left in the wall. That would need fixing as well.

"Y/n? You around?" Harry's voice peeked around the door, finding me sat on the bed. Hands held in lap, phone clasped between shaking fingers. I looked at Harry's head, hair scruffy, and the smile on his face sincere. And the lack of redness in his eyes and cheeks gave me the impression he hadn't drank - or at least he hadn't drank much.

"You don't look like you've gone out." I commented on Harry's appearance. He smiled as he entered the bedroom, shutting his door behind him.

"Decided to skip." He responded, leaning his back against the door, holding a plastic baggie in his hands.

You should tell him. The voice spoke in my head. I knew I should. And there was not better time than now to tell him.

"I have something to tell you." "I have something to tell you."

I lowered my head and chucked slightly as the two of us let out laughs, our synchronisation amusing despite the fact it felt as though my heart were going to explode in my chest.

"I'll go first," Harry offered, though I shook my head.

"No, I want to-"

"I can- I don't mind, I mean-"

"No, seriously, Harry. I've got something more... uhm, important."

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I went. The dip in the bed and the heavy arm that made its way around my shoulder indicated Harry at my side. I couldn't hold it in as again, I felt a choked sob make its way from my lips.

"I'm pregnant, Harry-"

I cut myself off with another pathetic sob, my head burying into Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me, cradling and rocking us back and forth. My head ached as I let myself cry onto his hoodie shoulder, my hands weakly grasping onto the soft material as the second batch of tears for the day slipped down my cheeks.

I wiped my nose, pulling away to look at my boyfriend after the worst of the sobbing was over, my tired red eyes meeting his own pacifying blue ones.

"I know." He softly spoke, his lips curling up slightly with a small smile as he watched my expression drop to blank slate instantly.

"W-what?" I stuttered, the words not resonating as I suddenly felt so light it were as though I weren't even there. His eyes curved into little crescents as he giggled.

"I know, Y/n, I know, I know, I know." I closed my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, wanting to pinch my arm. Was I even awake?

"Please explain what the hell is happening," I asked with a short laugh, still not really processing what was happening.

"I figured, Y/n. After all the morning sickness-"

"I thought you were asleep during that?"

"I heard the end of your throwing up and toilet flush in the morning... I feel worse I always woke up too late to help you through it. But I noticed your morning sickness, not coming out to drink, the unusual mood changes..."

"Yeah, sorry for snapping at you." I chuckled, and he just rubbed my back. "So... what now?"

"Well, I went out and I got some things for us- sorry, for you." He pulled the plastic Tesco's bag from the side of the bed, digging through it. "I got you some Häagen-Dazs- the praline flavour because I know it's your favourite- and these flowers because Faith advised to get those on the phone- oh, and also-"

He pulled a fluffy piece of clothing and gestured for me to take it. I couldn't tell what exactly the item was, but as I pulled it apart, I realised it was a tiny little baby one-piece, so small it was barely the side of my head.

It was perfect. He was perfect. My boyfriend, my baby daddy, My Harold. I felt as though I could cry again, but refrained as I turned to face Harry.

"So you're... okay with having a baby?"

"...Yeah." He began nodding his head in self-support. "We can do this."

"You aren't mad or anything?"

"Mad?" He looked aghast at the thought. "Bloody hell, no! I'm actually kind of... excited."

I couldn't believe it. A laugh fell from my lips, realising there wasn't any problems. That Harry was fine with all of it. And he supported it. Me. We were going to be fine.

"Fuck, I love you Harry."

He connected his lips with mine and I couldn't have felt happier as the fireworks in my stomach exploded, lips curling into a smile as I realised:

Maybe it was all gonna be okay.

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warnersister · 9 months

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Tom Riddle x Reader

Tom Riddle x Pregnant! Reader

Warnings + Summary: Tom being a nicer version of Tom, old fashioned views, non-con pregnancy, teen pregnancy, arranged marriages, dom / sub dynamic, controlling / possessive Tom, toxic Tom

Fucked. That’s the only word you could use to describe the situation you were in - you were totally and utterly fucked. Whatever were you going to do? You paced back and forth in your dormitory as the thoughts and questions weaved and wrapped around the many veins of your brain which were now becoming apparent to you that they were useless in their entirety. How could you be so stupid? So reckless? You bit your nails anxiously - walking in your room for a good twenty minutes still unable to come to an educated conclusion.

You were pregnant and you had no fucking clue about what to do about it.

You’re a seventh year, potentially your most significant point of wizarding school. But you’re seventeen, a year off of being an adult. And unmarried adult - what would your parents think? A child outside of wedlock would be blasphemous! They’d disown you! And Tom - oh Merlin, what about Tom?

You and Tom had a rocky relationship as it is. He’s too domineering and charming and you’re too conforming and feisty to say no go him. It was like cat and mouse if the mouse laid down in the cats dinner plate and handed it cutlery. Tom rules your life by his own means and you felt it was okay to let him, after all what harm could come by it?

This. This harm. Tom had told you of his plans to rule the wizarding world and you had just nodded along, not thinking anything of it. But a child? He’d kill if! He’d kill you. You were going to die. Oh dear god you’ll be dead my morning if you told him.

“Hey- hey! Are you alright?” Your dorm mate asked. You hadn’t even heard her enter your shared room, but as soon as you heard her soothing and concerned tone you broke down into her arms crying. “I’m pregnant, Darla.” You told her between sobs and she reassured you as he caressed your back gently. “Is it Riddles?” She asks when your tears dry and you nod into her shoulder. “He’s no father. He’s hardly a partner. I allow him to control me but there is no way I’d allow him anywhere near a baby, regardless of whether or not it was his.” You say, angrily. “And I’m guessing he is unaware?” She asked and you nod. “Only just found out.” She understood but explained to you how you’d have to tell him. It was ethically and morally correct to inform the father of a child of his position and future.

You’d avoided Tom and his ominous stares for a few days now. But you could feel his eyes baring into your skull, reading your mind. You knew he was eyeing you and your untouched plate of food at breakfast and unusual concoctions that were boarder line criminal at dinner. You knew you were unable to avoid him forever, after all he had made it clear that he was in charge.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” A voice asked, pushing you against the cold stone wall of an empty corridor. You looked into those death grey eyes and said nothing, attempting to wriggle out of his hold. “Stay still. Don’t you dare try to run away from me.” He threatened. “Fuck off, Tom.” You say, fighting back and you could’ve sworn he’d given you a shocked smirk. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to? Need I remind you that I own you, princess.” He hissed into your ear as he leans down to your height.

Tears begin to form in your eyes and he surveys your face without any changing emotion. “Talk to me. Now.” You inhaled deeply before glancing between the floor and his eyes. “I’m pregnant.” You say, voice barely above a whisper and it feels as if the world stops - you are shaking, body shutting down as it prepares for all the ungodly torturous and murderous spells you had seen him unleash on his other victims, it was only a matter of time until you became one, also.

Yet he smiled. Thomas Marvolo Riddle smiled. Something you had never seen before. Everything was going according to plan, he thought. He’d spent many sunrises and sunsets trying to convince you to be by his side while he brought his fascist views into this land and ruled all by any means necessary. Your reluctance was infuriating, to say the least and he had found the only plausible solution was to impregnate you with his offspring. Afterall, a poor defenceless girl like yourself needed protecting. Now with a foetus in your womb? He’d put you in lockdown, a dungeon, a high tower with no doors. He would make you his queen whether you would give him your hand or he’d have to cut it off and take it by force.

“Tom, why are you smiling?” You ask yet his expression didn’t drop. “Don’t you see? Silly girl. This baby is what we needed. Just you, I and our child. We shall bring uprising to the world with you by my side and a child on your hip. We shall be indestructible.” You thought for a minute before the cogs ticked into place. “You did this on purpose.” You spoke breathlessly, lurching away from him in disgust.

“Now, now. That is no way to speak to your future husband. You will learn your place the easy way or the hard way.” He’d even spoken to your parents of whom had a strong pureblood line since Merlin’s time and they were more than happy to offer your hand. “Come along now, you must plan the wedding and pick out baby items - I shall plan our takeover.” And with a flick of his wand, you were out cold on the floor, easy to pick up your sleeping figure and take you back go his chambers, where you would stay.

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hogwartsecretss · 5 months

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Secret around the table

Paring: Pregnant!Reader x Draco

Request: No

Rating: 18+ due to topics

Warnings: Pregnancy, breeding if you squint, toxic situations

Note: Please send in requests❤️

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‘Don’t look at him and it’ll be over soon, he won’t even notice’ Draco whispered into my ear, dipping down from his height trying to calm me down. He guided me into the grand hall at Malfoy Manor, his left hand on my lower back ushering me forward.

‘Stop messing with your hands- you’ll draw attention’ Just barely above a whisper.

‘I’m trying Draco, stop pestering me’ Y/N hissed barely above a whisper trying not to draw attention from the Surrey of death eaters lining the table.

We took a seat with Draco next to me, eyeing me with caution as I sat down on the elaborate dining chairs. The fear was radiating behind his eyes but somehow he kept his posture calm and collected.

‘Draco, Y/N, nice of you to join us’ Voldemort spoke, his tone as usual smooth and bland.

‘I trust Narcissa told you to meet us correctly’ He ushered his head sideways to Narcissa sitting accross from them as she sipped you a slight smile.

‘I’ve got you all here today to share my plan. I trust all of you share my following of the purity of the pure blood population…’

Y/N’s eyes trailed along the table, nobody dared to make eye contact with the Lord, all kept their heads bowed down as if the table was the most interesting object in the room.

‘You see, some wizards would see the union of two non- pure bloods as a good thing. However, I see it as a disgrace, a sin in fact’

Voldemort rose from his spot at head table and walked around behind the chairs of his followers. Each bowing their head down further than they were before as he passed.

‘I trust the Malfoy name has already fulfilled this desire- am I correct?’

Draco side eyes me, his eyes in panic as he coughs before answering weakly ‘yes my lord’

‘And how old is the child now?’

‘Almost two my Lord’

‘Almost two? And you gave him this child willingly Y/N yes? And you’ve had no desire to fulfil your role as a woman of this house no further?’

If I’d been drinking anything it would’ve been spit across the table and straight onto Narcissa by now. I blinked a few times before rising my head, staring blankly at the wall.

‘Yes my Lord’

‘I can smell it, your lies Y/N, you’ve avoided meetings for weeks and now you appear out of the dark all rosy cheeked. Is that a flicker of fear i detect Y/N? You’re with child again i understand’

My eyes locked with Narcissa’s across the table and she gave a slight nod and eyebrow raise.

‘I apologise my Lord’ I intwined my hands together to stop them from shaking, after all, I had just lied to Voldemort.

‘What a man you’ve become Draco’ His pale bony hands rested on the curvature of the wooden seat Draco was sat on, making him jump.

‘Ensuring your wife is kept full and round ensuring the next generation of Death Eaters, and still only young. I hope the rest of you are paying attention, for this is pure loyalty to the cause. I believe all you men around my table are keeping your wives full, fulfilling your Dark Lords wishes.’ His sunken eyes scan the table as he looks upon a soul they duck their head to avoid his devilish gaze.

‘You two have proven yourself worthy’

‘Thank you my Lord’ Draco and I both say horsily above a whisper.

‘And to ensure the long living of our cause…’ Voldemort bends down to lower himself to my ear between me and Draco he whispers ‘I’ll ensure that you’re kept spread, fat and full even if I need to carry it out myself’

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namiusedbubble · 1 year

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What they’re like as parents

TW: Everything related to pregnancy and parenthood. Reader can get pregnant but no pronouns used.

☠️ SEBASTIAN SALLOW: ☠️

Sebastian disappears for days when you tell him you’re pregnant. He’s never thought about having children, never really thought anyone would want to have them with someone like him. He worries about being a bad father, that his impulsiveness and curiosity will get either you or his child hurt, and he can’t bare the thought of it. So he goes to the one person he knows will give it to him straight; Anne.

You’ll find him sitting next to her grave, his eyes raw from lack of sleep. He doesn’t even notice you sit next to him until you lean your head against his shoulder, and it’s then that he breaks down. He confides all of his fears to you, and you do your best to reassure him that he will be a wonderful father and that Anne would have been over the moon for him. You two eventually return to your home hand-in-hand, Sebastian’s chest a little lighter and his heart full of tentative excitement.

Sebastian is the stereotypical father. He’s the “fun” parent, the one who lets his child away with anything so long as he finds the humour in it, but he’s also extremely protective of both of you. He’ll do literally anything to keep you both safe and happy, and that can sometimes come off as controlling. Don’t worry, though, the minute you tell him off, he’ll take a step back and trust that you know what you’re doing.

Before your child even starts Hogwarts, they will be well-versed in all manner of defensive spells. If you happen to have a girl, Sebastian will be a strong advocate in naming her after her beloved aunt.

🐍 OMINIS GAUNT: 🐍

Ominis is conflicted when you tell him the news. You hadn’t been trying, but it’s not like you weren’t, either. He’s happy because he loves you, he loves the life you two have created far away from the influence of his family, but he’s also scared. He’s sure his family will learn of the new baby Gaunt and come looking for him. He’s heard rumours of their desperation, years of inbreeding causing most of them to become infertile, and their fear of “polluting” their name with muggle blood meant that the Gaunt line was finally dying out.

He approaches you one evening and declares that the child should have your surname. For that matter, he will also be taking yours, or you can both create an entirely new one and start your own little family without the shadow of cruelty and extremism hanging over your heads. He’ll tell his child about the Gaunts one day, but until then he wants nothing more than to protect them from an ideology that causes nothing but pain for everyone involved.

Ominis turns out to be the most doting father. He is so, so gentle with his child, but he’s not afraid to be stern with them when need be. He makes sure to instill acceptance into them from an early age, and you’ll find yourself close to tears when you find your child frequently standing up to bullies on behalf of others.

It feels like something shifts in Ominis after becoming a father. Suddenly, the empty crevice in his heart from everything he’s been through is full of joyous laughter and love. This is where he’s always meant to be, he thinks. With you and the family you have gifted to him.

🧪 GARRETH WEASLEY: 🧪

Garreth is over the moon, immediately rushing off to tell everyone and their dog in his excitement. You have to finally sit him down and tell him to stop sending owls when you receive a congratulations note from someone you’d only spoken to for five minutes outside the Three Broomsticks almost a decade ago.

You won’t need to lift a finger during your pregnancy, that’s for sure. Garreth will turn the world over if it means easing any of your discomfort, so prepare for breakfasts in bed, countless foot massages, and questionable potions (don’t worry, he tests them multiple times to make sure they won’t turn the baby into a dugbug). You start to feel guilty when every chore in the house is done before you even wake up, but he’ll insist that it’s the least he can do.

There is never a dull moment with Garreth and your child. Not only will you have dozens of little Weasley cousins flittering in and out of the house, but the two of them will team up to play innocent pranks on you all the time. Can’t find your broom? It’s been transfigured into a spoon and hidden amongst the cutlery, good luck! It’s not all fun and games, though. Garreth is a loving and doting father, and although you can sometimes feel like the “killjoy parent”, he’ll always have your back when it comes to parenting decisions and saying “no” to your child, even if it kills him to see their sad little expression.

Garreth will be happy with as many children as you’re willing to give him, but he would prefer a large family. All of that chaos can seem a bit overwhelming at times, but the Weasleys are more than happy to look after your child/ren whenever you need a break or want to spend some alone time together.

⭐ AMIT THAKKAR: ⭐

He is thrilled at the news, but also full of anxiety. He feels a deep responsibility to provide for both of you and that overwhelms him quite a bit in the beginning, but he’ll settle down after a few reassuring discussions with you and multiple assessments of your budget.

Amit will spend countless hours reading books on how to be a great father and how best to care for you during pregnancy. There isn’t a single book on the topic that he won’t read, and by the end of it, he considers himself a bit of an expert (”that’s all just theory, Amit!”). He is the type of person who will read to your stomach every night without fail. It could be the history of wizarding chess, or it could be The Tale of Beadle and the Bard, but these nightly stories quickly become the highlight of your evening as his soothing voice eases you into sleep.

He is the most supportive father on the planet. Although he would love it if your child shared his passion for magical history and stargazing, Amit will immerse himself in whatever they choose to do. Quidditch? He’s the dad cheering from the back during a practice session. Music? Your house is now full of various instruments, both muggle and magical. He’s convinced that his child will be the best at whatever they set their mind to, and he encourages them to never doubt their own mind or abilities.

Amit dedicates every single one of his books to you and your child/ren, both because he loves you, and because you’ve given him the motivation to work even harder at what he does. He wants all of your names to live on forever, and so he’s determined to publish books that will be read by many for years to come.

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the-man-in-the-suit-official · 1 year

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Strange Mercy.

Summary: After hooking up with Harry occasionally, you fall pregnant. The real problem starts when he begins touring, and no matter what, you can never seem to make it past fans - or even the guards in order to tell him.

A/N: (D/N) = Daughter’s Name

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Medium

TW: Cheating, Single Pregnancy, Violence While Pregnant (Slight), Hookup, Angst (Fluff at the end)

Celebrities: Harry E. Styles

Song(s) To Listen To: Strange Mercy - St. Vincent

You met him at a party. You had been a groupie of some lowly band, really just because you liked their music, but since then, their guitarist had taken a liking to you. You had hoped this meant you were his girlfriend, and yeah, he’d sleep with you and take you on ‘dates,’ but he’d do this with other women, too.

Truthfully, Harry wasn’t even supposed to be there. The party was in New York, close to the building that happened to be throwing an after party for an awards ceremony. So when he saw you smoking a cigarette outside the building, watching the dirty guitarist flirt with a few girls to the left of you, he approached you.

“Erm,” He began, shifting your attention.

He was dressed rather lavishly, but casual for the party. He wore a floral Gucci button up shirt and dress pants with Gucci shoes. The Apple Watch against his wrist read, “You’ve Arrived!”

“Is this The Louvat? It doesn’t really look like it…” His accent was thick, rolling off his tongue slowly.

Taking another drag, you chuckled a bit, “No, this is Lamar, the bar a bunch of shitty bands play at? You must have mistyped it.”

You looked back at your ‘boyfriend,’ watching as he slid a hand up one of the girls’ waist. You settled into your fluffy coat a bit more.

“Here,” You took his phone and typed in the right thing, “So you don’t miss it.”

Harry blinked. It was odd not to be noticed, but he wasn’t complaining, and eased into it, “Thank you.”

“The Louvat, how’d you miss that?” Another chuckle escaped your lips, “Hasn’t it got paparazzi littering the place?”

Furrowing your brows, squinting and pressing your lips into a thin line, you asked, “Are you famous?”

This time, it was his turn to chuckle nervously, “Eh,” He shrugged.

You softened your face a bit, glancing at Luke, the guitarist, who now was caught up wrestling tongues with a different girl. You looked down, “Well, you should probably get going, huh?”

You flicked your cigarette to the side, and he noticed the man you were looking at.

Dipping his eyebrows in worry, something came over him, “Would you like to come with me? Completely free. You just, I don’t think you really belong here, is all.”

A pink dusted your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but blame it on the cold Fall air.

“I…” You looked toward Luke, but the stranger stepped closer, gently turning your head toward him by the chin.

“Think of yourself, alright?”

Those sea green eyes could have controlled you. Suddenly, it wasn’t chilly. It was warm, stemming from your heart.

“Aright,” You responded softly, “I’d love to go.”

To be honest, he could have been a kidnapper or a killer, but could one have such sweet eyes? And to be fair, you’d rather be anywhere but here.

He smiled at you softly, “Well, I’m quite early since I had a feeling I’d get lost. Let’s get you something to wear, yeah?”

You’d been dressed the opposite of him - wearing a sleazy coat lined with faux fur zipped right as low as it could be without showing too much cleavage, Daisy Dukes, and a pair of tennis shoes. All to impress some boy that didn’t seem to want you anyway.

You’d felt hot earlier, but in the presence of this stranger and his enchanting eyes, you melted with embarrassment.

“That would be great,” You sighed with a smile, “Someone told me to wear this here, and now he’s off flirting with someone else.”

“I see,” Harry began, “Then you need to choose what you like…” He trailed off.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N),” You took a hand out of your pocket and held it out, but he kissed it instead.

“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Luke caught a glimpse of you leaving with your handsome stranger, angrily shouting after you, but you flipped him off and laughed as the car strolled on, turning back to Harry soon after.

Harry had found himself enchanted by your laugh. You were gorgeous in the face of revenge.

And that’s where it began. You’d become good friends since then, and when you made your ‘debut’ accompanying him, you’d been dressed in lavish branded clothes, from your dress to your heels to your accessories.

You owed him a lot, really, but working as a waitress really sucked. You didn’t get paid much, unless some guy had taken a liking to you and you flirted back a bit.

But now, every attractive guy seemed less and less so, even when your coworker, Emma, seemed to gleam the handsome men. Harry, though, seemed more beautiful by the minute.

“I still can’t believe your friends with him,” Emma sighed, obviously envious, “And that you didn’t know who he was!”

She had begged you so many times to get him to meet her, and you refused, knowing her and her…tendencies. Not that you disapproved, you just wanted to keep Harry safe. Safe. What a weird way to put it.

Your shift had just ended and Emma was on break, though you weren’t even listening as you fixed your makeup and waited for your ride.

He came strolling in soon after, curls gorgeously bouncing with his steps, smiling from ear to ear when he caught a look at you.

“(Y/N)!”

The diner was nearly empty now, so he noted he could make a quick entrance and exit.

“H!” You smiled and ran toward him, hugging the taller man, “You all packed up?”

He nodded, hugging you back, “Yeah, but you call me if that Luke is giving you anymore trouble, alright?”

You nodded, starry-eyed and so obviously enamored, “Thank you.”

It was Harry’s yacht party when it happened. The both of you were as sober as can be. You had admitted (hesitantly, of course) that you were afraid of the water, and Harry, without the bat of an eye, decided that he would watch over you and drink nothing for the night.

Ultimately, you felt bad, but noted that he seemed to be having as much fun at his going-away party as he would under the influence.

“(Y/N),” He started, once he managed to come away from the crowd of celebrities you still couldn’t process were actually there, “I rented the yacht out for the night. After the party, you wanna take it around?”

Your heart leaped at the opportunity to have Harry alone, and you nodded, “That sounds great!”

And when the time finally came and the last person left, he turned to you with a huge smile.

Who would have thought that you’d be here, with the most handsome man you’d ever seen? He had a goofy smile and eyes that glittered, the ocean reflecting on them.

He was perfect.

“There are some pretty things out here,” He had spoken, excitement bleeding into his voice, “I wanted to show you.”

You were quite surprised that he even knew how to drive a boat, but you felt safe with him either way as he steered it through the night.

And there you sat together, staring at the stars that seemed so much clearer out in the open. His hand found the small of your back quickly but softly, and he smiled into the night sky.

“All of those guys forget that we’re just humans. We’re nothing compared to the stars,” He spoke, not even turning to you.

You hummed happily, not even noticing when he did face you, “Except you, (Y/N).”

You met his eyes in confusion, raising a brow before he continued, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

You smiled bashfully, looking down, “Ah…I’m not that special, H.”

“But you are,” He scooted closer, “I…I knew from the moment we met that there was something different about you.”

Your eyes glimmered when they met with his again, your heart skipping a beat as the salty ocean air nipped your cheeks, “That means the world to me.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he inched your faces closer, “(Y/N)…would you let me love you this once? Before the tour starts again.”

Your face flushed red. And suddenly it made sense. Harry had felt something for you since you met, only he decided not to pursue anything after your breakup, and when you explained to him just how much relationships scared you since Luke. He figured that if dating a minor celebrity hurt you that much, then dating him would only be worse.

But he’d be leaving soon. And you’d miss him so, so much.

You nodded softly, lips parted before his met yours.

The butterflies began to fight their way out of your stomach, even as the kiss grew in intensity, and when he hoisted your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed downstairs.

There wasn’t much thought for either of you, as he looked down at you, straddling you, “And you’re sure…you want to do this?”

“Yes,” You replied quicker than you meant to, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He was going to say something, but was only surprised when you pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply.

The gentle beams of bright ocean light woke you, and you found yourself covered from your chest down to your thighs in a thick white comforter that felt like the softest thing in the world.

When you turned, you were met with an empty bed, making your heart sink. You’d trusted Harry dearly, would he just leave like Luke would?

You felt your mood begin to sour, that was, until you heard soft singing from above, and smelt blueberry pancakes, your favorite from the diner.

It was Harry, you would come to recognize, and your frown morphed into a wide smile. Once you were able to find the complimentary robe, you slipped it on, noticing it said, ‘Mrs.’

You giggled, figuring Harry had the matching one.

“Good morning, my sweet creature,” He set a plate down on the bar table for you, and another for himself, “How’d you sleep?”

You sat down and began to eat, thanking him before doing so, “Quite lovely, prince of pop.”

He exhaled a laugh, tying the robe around him once more, seeing as it was coming loose.

Part of you hurt, because you knew that you still weren’t quite ready - Like had messed you up terribly, and though Harry made you feel safe, there was still a block.

“Hey,” Harry’s hand met yours as you chewed your food, “I promise this doesn’t change anything. We can remain friends until you’re ready to decide, alright?”

You smiled sentimentally, overwhelmed with his understanding of you, “Thank you, H.”

He kissed your hand gently, and the two of you finished breakfast in peace.

He left less than a week later, taking your source of light with him. You wouldn’t be able to have him back at your house for almost a year, and though you could still visit, it would be hard.

It started with small things. About a month after he left, you began to wake up in the middle of the night more often, restless. Your chest became sore, no matter what, scaring you since your mind jumped straight to the idea of cancer.

It wasn’t until you sat on the toilet after spilling up last night’s dinner that you realized.

You were late.

And the theory became fact as you held onto the two pregnancy tests later that day, hand shaking in fear.

You were happy, of course, but you were anything but ready. Neither of you were.

The rest of the night, you were pacing, trying hard not to freak out in your small, bummy apartment, to no avail.

That night was more restless than the ones before it, and at 4:36 in the morning, you finally decided to tell Harry.

ME: We need to talk. Call me.

And just as quickly as it was sent, there was a reply.

HARRY: Due to insufficient funds, your service has been shut off until further notice. If you think that this is a mistake, or you would like to make a payment, please click the link below.

What awful timing.

It had come between either the phone bill or the rent this month, and you’d decided that you quite enjoyed shelter, but now you regretted it.

There was your friends you could meet in the morning, but Harry would never answer a message from an unknown number, especially one claiming such shocking things.

And who could you even talk to about this? Your family hardly spoke to you, ever since they found out you’d dated Luke, and this would only drive them away further, using their religion as a scapegoat for their pushing you away.

So you’d have to track him down. How hard could it be?

You saved for about three months, finally getting enough money for a plane ticket to meet Harry again, and though you couldn’t afford the concert ticket, you did your best efforts to come up with a plan.

As you idly watched the clock tick by, you prepared yourself for what was to come. Fan girls. Guards. Flashing lights. Nauseating smells.

And then you packed your bag and were on your way. Sneaking in was pretty easy, actually, especially when you recognized one of the guards as the one who drove the two of you to the party that fateful night.

The hard part was getting backstage during his intermission.

You had made it through, but now here was this giant man hassling you. He was buff, standing at at least 6’4”, and looking down at you through his sunglasses. You couldn’t have been farther apart.

“Hey, miss. You’re not allowed back here,” He raised a brow, stepping in front of you again, “I won’t say it again.”

You shook your head, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m a friend of Harry’s, and I really, really need to tell him something important!”

You pushed forward, trying to reach the bright vanity, but the man pushed back with his hands. Instinctively, you grabbed your belly as you fell, landing on your side, a forearm holding you up.

“Hey! I’m fucking pregnant! What the hell?!”

He didn’t seem to care, hoisting you up by the arm on your belly, to your feet. The grip hurt, and you closed your eyes tightly, “I don’t care. I’m doing my job. It’s your fault if the baby dies because of you, you sick whore.”

He had obviously been frustrated, you’d noticed, and maybe he was right. Who were you to sleep around with Harry? Or with Luke? With anyone? What good did it do you but bring you here?

Tears started to sting your eyes, but all you could mutter was, “You’re stupid.”

He tossed you on the ground again, and you landed like before, not even meeting his eyes.

“Very bold of you to s-“ He began, but suddenly froze cold at a voice.

“(Y/N)? Bryan? What the hell are you doing?!” It was the fastest you’d ever heard him speak.

Bryan, you guessed, turned, his mouth agape, “A trespasser.”

“That’s my friend, you idiot! And any man who treats anyone like that shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Harry was now in his face, not even noticing your bump, “You’re fired!”

He looked over to you and his eyes widened in a second, “Oh my god. (Y/N)…you’re pregnant.”

“Really?” You chuckled sarcastically, a bit annoyed at the man as Harry helped you up, “I almost wasn’t when he kept rag-dolling me everywhere.

“Fucking leave,” He turned to the man, venom seething through his words, and when he did so, escorted by other guards, Harry turned back to you.

“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll make sure he’ll never be near us again,” He looked down at the bump, a bittersweet smile on his face, “Was it Luke?”

You felt safe with him, like usual, and you felt butterflies begin to swarm your insides.

“God, no,” You paused, looking down before meeting his eyes, “It’s yours.”

He froze completely, and you panicked, “But…I don’t mind raising it on my own, Harry. You’re a pop star and I knew what I was getting into, plus you’ll be busy. We can keep it a secret a-“

“No,” He spoke sternly yet softly, his hands holding yours as he smiled down at you, “No.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d want to have my kid,” He chuckled, “I would tell you you have pregnancy glow, but you always look that good.”

He was practically beaming, “God, I’m going to be a father! I can’t believe it! Thank you, thank you,” He hugged you tightly before pulling away, looking as if he realized something grim, “But, erm…if you want to raise it separately and as friends, that’s okay.”

You smiled solemnly, admiring just how stupid this boy was, quickly pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips on his.

When you pulled away, he blinked for a few seconds, “Did I get my point across?”

He nodded, smiling like an idiot.

“Then go out there and focus on your fans, okay? I’ll be in the private booths.”

The night, you thought, couldn’t have ended more wonderfully, but that’s when you were proven wrong. He stood on stage, finishing the previous song, Grapejuice, when he abruptly paused the show.

“Before I continue, I want everyone to know something,” Your heart skipped a beat, “I would like to dedicate this next song, Matilda, to everyone.”

The sentence brought your anxieties back down, “But most of all, (Y/N).”

And the tears began to fall for you, a hand over your mouth in surprise.

“She’s a wonderful girl, a long-time friend of mine who was never treated how she deserved to be treated. The kindest person I know, and the strongest,” He continued on, “And I’m honored to be the father of our baby.”

The crowd erupted into screams and cheers, and tears began to fall from him as well. Shifting his weight on his other leg, he gave his signature air kisses before the music began to play.

“You were riding your bike to the sound of ‘It’s No Big Deal.’”

When she, (D/N), finally arrived, it was the best thing to ever happen to either of you. Harry would have sworn by it, despite his very fortunate life, and even as she grew to a toddler, she looked just like him.

It made you smile as you held onto your husband of two years, “God, she looks just like you. From her eyes to her nose to her jaw.”

She was playing with the Golden Retriever puppy you’d gotten to grow up with her. She giggled even as she fell onto her bottom and was covered in kisses.

“She reminds me of you, most of all, love,” He looked at her lovingly, “I’m just worried she’ll be lonely growing up. I can’t imagine not having Gemma with me. I know we rushed into it a bit for her sake, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever done. Well, aside from (D/N).”

You bit your lip slyly, “Don’t worry, H. She won’t have that problem in about seven months.”

His heart stopped, and he practically leaped up in joy, pulling you in by the waist and spinning you.

“You could have destroyed me and refused to be with me. You could have never told me she was mine or worse. When I met you, I knew you were going to be in my life forever. Thank you for taking mercy in the stupid pop star who knocked you up,” Harry met your eyes, speaking softly, “You’re my blessing, my strange mercy.”

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Harry Styles

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Who said Ravenclaw students can't be naughty?

#fake pregnancy #pregnant cosplay #Pregnant hogwarts #pregnant harry potter #fake pregnant belly #preggomeup #fake pregnant

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HARRY REACTING TO YN's pregnant waddle 🐧🐧🐧🐧💗

STOP IT RIGHT NOW I WANT TO CRY

November 29th 2022

The doorbell rang mid-Friends episode.

Since you were laying on top of Harry, on the sofa, you thought it would be best if you got up first and answered the door. It was no doubt your Nandos Deliveroo you ordered, because neither of you could be bothered to cook.

"I'm going, I'm going." You announced, even though Harry made no effort to move.

Being 7 months pregnant made it harder and harder to move around, but you liked to stay active so you weren't going to be as poofy once the baby has come out.

"The food will be cold by the time you get there." Harry joked over how slow you were moving.

"So will your side of the bed tonight if you keep talking."

He knew you were joking this time, but it's been so hard to tell with mood swings recently that he wasn't about to risk anything. So he remained silent, desperate to sleep next to you and the bump tonight. It was his favourite time of the day now, getting to fall asleep with his hands lovingly tucked around you and his cooking baby.

You got up and waddled to the front door, thanking the delivery man for being patient. He told you to have a good night and you mentally reminded yourself to give him a generous tip later on.

After walking back to the lounge you carefully sat back down on the sofa, putting the takeaway on the table. Just as you sat down you realised you needed to get plates and cutlery.

"Oh..." You sighed, about to push yourself up again to go get them but Harry quickly stopped you.

"As much as I love watching your pregnant waddle, I would prefer for you to rest now." He kissed the top of your head as he stood up and went to fetch crockery.

"Pregnant waddle?" You questioned, calling through the other room.

"Yeah. You have the adorable walk, like a little penguin, when you move. It's the most amazing thing ever."

You blushed, not knowing how to respond to such a weird compliment. It did make you feel better about how you walked though, as you recently thought you looked stupid and crippled. It was just so hard and heavy trying to lug around a watermelon sized baby everywhere.

Harry came back with plates and set the food up for you.

You remained looking at him in awe.

"I can feel you staring." He said.

"Am I not allowed to stare?"

"You are. I do it to you all the time, baby." He admitted, handing you your plate. "Just didn't realise you were that into me." He joked.

"I wouldn't be this bloody pregnant if I wasn't into you, bub." You laughed, tapping your baby bump with the back of your fork.

"Well I'm fucking glad you're into me then."

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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words

sapphic jegulus feat. pregnant!jamie (and the wonders/horrors of hormones)

“Mh,” James makes around the mouthful of pretzels she keeps dipping into the Nutella, “He’s kicking again!”

Regulus is already off the step ladder, overalls clad knees hitting the plastic covered floor next to where James is slouched in their camping deck chair.

They’re painting the nursery today. Or, Regulus is, while James is putting up her feet as ordered (not by the midwife but by her god damn fiancé so she better listen) and dipping pickled cucumbers into the chocolate cream as well whenever she thinks Regulus isn’t paying attention.

Which she is never not, and especially since James came back to bed out of their en-suite bathroom with a positive pregnancy test that fateful day a few months ago.

James licks her lips off crumbs and takes Regulus’ hand to where Harry is pedaling away inside her stomach, placing her palm over Regulus’ pale fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for Regulus to feel the skin move under her own palm, James’ skin warm where her shirt has ridden up over the bump.

For a woman that’s refusing to put on anything pregnancy wear related she’s been pretty keen on the idea of Regulus in an old crop top and overalls for her painting get-up.

James chuckles above her when Harry goes a little wild at Regulus’ proximity—she’s convinced he can already differentiate between his two moms.

Regulus less so, since he’s barely the size of an eggplant and all.

Still, she indulges her fiancé, and it’s true nonetheless that speaking to the baby firms the connection even as it’s still inside the womb.

Regulus hums happily, lips tugging at the corners and out of the corner of her eye she sees James’ nose scrunching in delight.

“Hello, babyboy,” she speaks at the belly, “Already training for your first triathlon in there, huh?”

James shakes the shaggy hair out of her doe eyes, grinning cockily, “Of course! He’s gonna place first on his very first go, too.”

Regulus rolls her grey eyes, “Not to already put any pressure on him or anything.”

James rolls hers in return, smile not fading as she brushes some of Regulus’ long, wavy hair behind her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her fingertips. “Love, you know damn well I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to like spending his time doing. But to be honest, between the two of us? I’d bet a Turning he’s on a balance bike before he can even run properly.”

Regulus scowls a little, James unperturbed as she looks back at her before arching a brow.

Regulus bends down over her belly again, cupping a hand around her mouth and whispering at their little baby, “She’s right, y’know. But don’t tell her I said that.”

Her fiancé cackles, throwing her head back and Regulus sets her lips down against the belly in a gentle kiss.

There’s a little sore spot in her chest suddenly and she blows out a breath through her nose, still so close to James’ belly Regulus feels the air hit her back.

“Harry,” she starts, “I know I’m probably not a naturally good mommy. There’s still lots of what I have to learn, and unlearn, especially. But I’m doing the work, I promise. I’m reading the books, and talking to my therapist on a set schedule because I love you. You’re not even here for me to hold but I already love you so much I feel like I could pulverize a whole fleet of ships if it meant nothing bad ever happens to you.”

She kisses the bronze skin again, thumb swiping back and forth over the small spot that keeps being pushed at, “I also know that I’ll mess up eventually but that’s okay because that’s normal. And I promise you—I promise, ok?—that I’ll love you so much it’ll make up for all of it.”

Suddenly there’s a sniffle from above and Regulus head whips around alarmed to see James lips in a quivering pout, chin wrinkling and tears welling impossibly high in her bloodshot eyes.

“Baby,” Regulus makes a cooing noise, moving one hand to cup James’ jaw, “Why are you crying, what’s wrong?”

James gives a little hiccup, aggressively gasping up the snot, “That was so sweet, what the fuck.”

Regulus tucks her lips in to keep from breaking into a small laugh and nods understandingly. James’ hormones have been rollercoastering a little the past few weeks.

“And also hot,” she adds, gaze dipping to Regulus’ lips and then lower where she knows the metal of her pierced nipples is peeking through the cotton. James pulls her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing on it before shrugging slightly, distracted by the view, “Talking about raising hell for his well-being and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Regulus parrots, sliding her hand around to James’ waist and licking the corner of her lips, knowing exactly what the best approach is to get James out of her headspace here now.

In the end, all it takes is Regulus leaning in closer, voice husky and telling James she’d kill for their little family without batting an eye for James to ask her to fuck her on the sofa from behind with the mirror in the hallway facing them.

#i literally wrote this half alseep ok dont judge me #normally not one for sappy pregnancy stuff myself but welp the idea was there so #jegulus microfic #sapphic jegulus #fem jegulus #jegulus raising harry #lune’s tiny fic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #(james potter soft masc agenda)#anyways i am off to dreamland gnight

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watermelonlovershigh · 11 months

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Y/n and Harry's Daughter has a Pregnancy Scare🫄

AN: i've been getting alot of inspiration from different fics i've been reading on wattpad and this is one of them. i normally don't write in third person but with this fic i decided it was necessary. i hope you enjoy. make sure to let me know what you thought after reading it.

This story contains: mentions of teen pregnancy, talks about having sex, loving parents, mentions of abortions, slight angst, tons of comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - just think young dilf looking harry era - daughters name is Marsie (MAR-C) }

word count- 2,105

After realizing her period is late, Marsie thinks back to when she forgot to take her birth control pill and freaks out with the thought she might be pregnant. In turn, she goes to her parents to seek their comfort and take a pregnancy test that her mum gives her.

Marsie was very close with her parents. Y/n and Harry had her at the young age of sixteen and now with her being eighteen and her parents being in their mid thirties, she felt like she could go to them about anything because they were young enough to understand her issues.

Like when she had her first kiss at twelve years old, Marsie went home and shared the exciting news with her parents. Instead of scolding her for being that close to a boy, Harry and Y/n gave her a high five, congratulating her, but then did proceed to have the sex talk with her.

Which wasn't that bad since she lived in a sex positive household. Meaning sex was freely talked about but always in a positive light. As in when two people loved and cared about each other sex will happen and that's okay. As long as you're being safe and both are consenting to do it.

Marsie wasn't naive. She knew she was the result of teen pregnancy. But hell, she was only twelve at this point and it was just a simple kiss. She wasn't even thinking about having sex at that age. But when Marsie got to be sixteen herself and had her a serious boyfriend, without even asking if they were having sex, Y/n along with Harry helped her get on birth control. Just to be safe.

She was very thankful she had parents that helped her take something to prevent pregnancy without even asking. Sure, when it got to that point she would have asked them herself if she could take birth control, but she's glad they thought ahead of her to avoid any awkward conversations that may have led to.

Luckily even on birth control, Marsie didn't start having sex until she was seventeen. She was just waiting for when she felt ready and at seventeen she felt ready enough to give herself up to her boyfriend. A year goes by with her and her boyfriend having sex with everything going fine. That is until a week after turning eighteen she had her first pregnancy scare.

Here's how that went:

Marsie made sure she took her birth control at the same time every day. It was routine for her at this point. But one morning after having quite a big hangover, she completely let it slip her mind to take the little round pill and mid day after eating a hearty breakfast, she and her boyfriend decided to have sex. They were at his parents guest house so they had tons of privacy and wanted to have fun.

A week goes by like normal until she realizes her period is late. Laying in her bed at the home she still shared with her parents, she contemplated on what to do. Marsie was too scared to tell her boyfriend at the moment and she was also scared to tell her parents she could be pregnant. Yes she was an adult but eighteen is still young. She wasn't ready for kids quite yet.

Not knowing what else to do, Marsie slips out of bed and pads down the hallway to her parents room. She first knocks on their bedroom door, knowing her parents do still have sex and doesn't want to be scarred for life. When she gets a, "come in." from her dad, she enters the room and shuts the door behind herself.

Marsie slowly walks over to her parents bed where they were just having morning cuddles and hesitantly sits down at the foot of the bed. Y/n sits up to look at her daughter and asks worriedly, "What is it, my baby? Somethin' wrong?"

Breathing deeply, Marsie studders, "Um, kinda. And... please, please don't be mad at me. It was dumb on my part and I should have been more careful."

Now Harry is sat up in bed as to give his full attention to his daughter. "Marsie love, you know you can tell us anythin'." Harry tells, "We won't be mad or upset. We love you and support you 100%."

Knowing it's now or never, she looks at her parents one last time before her eyes divert down to the wrinkled duvet and spits outs, "I think I'm pregnant. Well I don't know for sure but I..... um, my period is late and there was this one day last week where me and (boyfriends name) was hungover and I must have forgot to take my birth control that morning. Then you know, stuff happened later in the day and well, I'm scared. I'm not ready to be a mum."

At this point Marsie was full on crying. Saying it all out loud was nearly too much for her. "Oh sweety," her mother cooed, crawling down the bed to be at arms reach of her first born baby, "it's okay. It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this together." Y/n wraps her arms around Marsie in a comforting hug because she knows what it feels like to not have the support of your parents when you're young and pregnant, or could be pregnant.

Harry gets out of bed too and walks over to Marsie, sitting at the foot of the bed beside her. While she stays hugging her mum, he runs his hand up and down her back to add to her comfort. "Shh, love. Just like mum said, it's gonna be okay and we'll get through this. You have options and you know that."

Slowly backing away from the embrace, Y/n explains gently, adding on to what her husband said, "Yeah Marsie, you have options. But first, you don't know for sure if you are pregnant. In a minute I'll give you a test and you can take it in our bathroom, okay. Then, depending on the results, you're either not pregnant or, if you are, me and dad will go over the options you have. If you want an abortion, we are fine with that. It's your body, your choice. If you decide to keep it, we are more than happy to be grandparents, even if we aren't even forty yet."

Y/n and Harry both giggle to lighten the mood. A small, brave smile comes onto Marsie's face for the first time this morning and she speaks to both her parents at the same time, "Thank you both for being the most supportive parents I could ever wish for. Thank you so, so much. And I love you both. But now I'm ready to find out the results. The not knowing is killing me."

Y/n and Harry lean in at the same time to give Marsie one last hug before she takes the pregnancy test. When the hug is over, Y/n stands from the bed and requests her daughter to follow her into her's and Harry's bathroom. She crouches down to rummage under the sink until she finds a box of pregnancy test.

Marsie tries to erase the fact that her mom keeps pregnancy tests in her bathroom still. Are her parents...... not using protection? The thought alone makes her feel sick to her already queasy stomach. Are they trying for another baby? Her youngest sibling is nearly six. She thought her parents were done having kids.

Taking one out of the box, Y/n stands up and hands the test over. "Marsie love, do you know how to use......"

"Yes, mum. I got it from here. Thank you, though." Marsie gets slightly defensive but isn't meaning to really. She's just a nervous reck.

"Okay, okay, sweetie. I'll be back in the room with your dad. Let us know if you need anything and remember, no matter the results, we'll get through this." Y/n says before walking back in the bedroom to give her daughter some privacy. While Marsie begins to use the toilet and pee on the stick, her mum goes over to the bed where Harry is looking rather nervous himself.

"Harry babe," Y/n coos gently, sitting down beside him, "what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, he explains, "S'just, I don't want her to go through what we went through. I know she's a bit older but not by much. And fuck, what if (boyfriends name) decides he doesn't want to be in the picture anymore if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it? Then what? She'll have our help of course but she's eighteen. We can't raise her child for her. She needs a partner to help. And.......and if she decides on the abortion route then, obviously we'll support that but my baby is gonna be so scared. She's already terrified. And...."

Y/n cuts her husband off by responding, "H, you've gotta calm down. If not for me, for your daughter who's currently taking a pregnancy test. She doesn't need to see our worry. It'll make her worry even more. And we don't know if she's pregnant. My period is late all the time and I'm not pregnant. I think it just runs in our family to have irregular cycles. She'll be okay and so will we. We have to be okay. The Styles family doesn't let anything get in their way."

Harry turns his head and smiles, dipping his face to nuzzle into his wifes warm neck. "Thank you," he whispers gently, "we will get through this. I love you and thank you for being the best mumma to my babies. Even if our oldest baby isn't actually a baby any more. And if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it, I just know you'll be the best grandma too. Just know it."

Right as he finishes speaking, the bathroom door slowly opens with Marsie standing there with her hands behind her back, now waiting on the three minute wait for the results. "Can one of you look when the timer is up? I'm so nervous I think I'm gonna be sick." Marsie asks as she walks back over to the end of the bed where her parents remained seated.

Y/n quickly stands up to allow her daughter to sit beside Harry. "I can look for you. No big deal." Yes she was scared of the results for Marsie but what's done is done.

The timer Marsie left on her phone goes off and her mum slowly enters the bathroom to turn it off and flip over the pregnancy test. The bathroom door being open so the two sitting on the bed gets a straight view. Right before Y/n turns the test over, Marise cuddles into her dad's side, him wrapping his arm around her to pull her in and comfort her.

"Ready?" her mum questions. She just hums her agreement, too afraid to open her mouth with the nausea rolling through her. Y/n flips over the pregnancy test and lets out a sigh of relief when the little screen reads NOT PREGNANT. "Oh thank God."

"What? What is it?" Marsie begs to know.

Walking back into the bedroom with the test in her hand, her mum turns it around for the both of them to see it says she's not pregnant. Happy tears spring to Marsie's eyes. Harry lets out a heavy sigh from relief as well. It's not that he doesn't want to be a grandpa but he'd rather be a grandpa when his child is ready. Not from an unwanted pregnancy.

"See," Harry begins, "told you everything was gonna be okay."

"I know. Just, I promise to be more careful next time. It was my fault and I never want to experience another pregnancy scare again." she tells them.

Hugging his daughter closer if that's even possible, Harry responds, "It's okay, love. You're eighteen. Not a baby anymore. And as much as me and your mum would like to keep you all small and innocent, we know you've grown up and that's okay. And grown ups have sex. It's normal and healthy. Well healthy if its with someone you care about. Just know no matter if this happens again or not, we'll be right here to comfort you and support you. We love you very much."

Y/n decides to finish this intimate moment with saying, "Yes, we love you so much, no matter how old you get. Now, how about you go lay back down and your dad can start us some breakfast and I'll bring it up to your room when it's done. That way your brother and sisters can't aggravate you."

And with that, Marsie makes her way back to her bedroom where she does just that.

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theazkabandreamer · 5 months

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Ginny: Happy Father’s Day. Harry: I’m not a father. Ginny: Think again. [Harry looks at Ginny and her eyes are blazing softly and she’s smiling.] Harry: You mean we didn’t- and you’re- and we’re- I’m going to be a dad! [Harry scoops Ginny up in a hug.] Ginny: Took you long enough.

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zengle56 · 8 months

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Not Afraid To Fight- Harry J Potter

Summary: You're pregnant with Harry's child when the war begins

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, death, pain

a/n: Thank you to @ringa-starr for requesting this fic. It took me absolutely forever to be accurate and sound correct. Not proofread.

You and Harry had always been good friends. You got along in many ways and rarely fought with each other as Hermione and Ron did. The only time you could recall, other than now, is when Harry was entered into the Triwizard Tournament. You didn’t understand the premise of the damned tournament anyways so the fact that your best friend- Harry had nervously asked you to the Yule Ball that would be occurring soon after the first event and you were together ever since- was going to be competing in three life-threatening ‘games’ in competition for a cup. After losing Cedric, everyone finally understood the fear you felt, especially after Harry cried that He-who-must-not-be-named was back. Always on his side, always believing every word he said, you knew that dating Harry, you’d be in for a potentially life-threatening adventure as his. Having both gone through so much together, now was no different, if not the most terrifying thing you’d ever gone through.

8 months earlier

Hands shaking, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, only seeing the nervous expression that presented itself. Of course you knew this was a possibility, you and Harry, despite having hard busy lives, had a healthy frequent sex life. He knew you in ways you didn’t even know yourself. Touched places you didn’t know could be touched and he loved you in ways you didn’t know could be loved. His sweet soft touch, his low voice that turned raspy when he whispered, his well-endowed cock that was always ready to take you into places you’d never dreamed of being were completely irresistible. Yet, you knew this was a possibility. You had attempted to take birth control in the past but it turned you into a completely different person and it had turned out that Harry was allergic to the lubricant that was slathered on most condoms so you usually went raw, not that you complained. Harry always pulled out before his inevitable ejaculation unless you told him otherwise, willing to take your chances with any contraception such as a morning after pill.

“Please please please.” You whispered with your eyes squeezed shut, begging to God if there even was any, to pardon you from this terrifying fate and let you go on. You promised to yourself that if it was in fact negative you’d go back on birth control, you’d do anything, no matter how it made you feel. It’s not that you never wanted kids, you did, you had talked about growing a family with Harry many times, you just weren’t ready. You were only 18, he was only 17, and couldn’t go through your last year at Hogwarts pregnant.

Grabbing the test and quickly holding it against your stomach, you opened your eyes. You have been getting sick lately, sensitive to smells. Your breasts had been tender and you noticed a slight growth in them as well, not to mention you had missed your last period by three weeks. Finally taking deep breaths, you were ready to reveal to yourself the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for the past few days. You sighed deeply, tears slowly forming in your eyes as you read the results.

Pregnant.

8 months later

“Harry Potter is dead!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to breathe. You fell to your knees into all of the rubble and dirt scattered across the hard ground, holding the bump of yours and Harry’s unborn child. You heard Ginny, one of your best friends scream as well.

“No!” you sobbed, eyes flooded with tears and Neville bent next to you, trying his hardest to pull you back to your feet. Everyone stood in awe, walking up to the scene of a crowd of death eaters surrounding behind him. If only you had looked up, you would’ve seen Hagrid, holding your fiancés lifeless body.

“It’s going to be dangerous Y/N. I don’t want to drag you into this, especially in your condition.” Harry gestured towards you, 8 months pregnant, you rolled your eyes.

“Harry, you're not doing this alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have so many people, why do you need to come out and risk yourself?” He pleaded with his eyes for you to get sense and just stay home.

“Harry, I’m your girlfriend and I am with you no matter what. We trained together, we trained hard and I am more than ready to do this with you.” You didn’t understand why he couldn’t see that though you were pregnant, you were ready to stand by his side forever, no matter what.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…” He said, instantly causing you suspicion. Your heart dropped down to your stomach. As he stood from the kitchen chair he sat in, you began to think about him leaving you for pushing too hard. Before you could say a word, he got down on one knee.

“Y/N,” he began and a gasp involuntarily came from your throat. “I'll keep it short because I know you probably want to sit down.” He joked, you smiled, tears forming in your eyes. “Y/N L/N, Will you do me the happiest honor I could ever ask for and be my wife? Will you marry me?”

“Stupid girl.” He said as he stepped closer to you, the death eaters sneering behind him as he did so. “Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you’ll put your faith in me.” He said sinisterly, gesturing to himself. The silence of 200 people around was deafening.

“Harry Potter is dead!” He shouted once more and the crowd of death eaters he walked towards broke into laughter, spitting in your face, all of your faces. “And now is the time to declare yourself, come forward and join us or die.” He announced, arms spread from his sides. Everyone blankly stared at the man, wishing to be anywhere else.

“Draco.” A man whispered loudly, you instantly knew it was Lucious Malfoy, calling his son from the side of good, to the side of evil. You assumed without any choice, Draco walked over to the other side. Your heart raced and stabbing pains came from your stomach, causing you much discomfort.

“Ah, well done Draco. Well done.” The man said, pulling the shaken boy into an awkward hug before he met with his parents.

Feeling anger build up in your system, you stood up to shout but stopped when a limping Neville got closer to the man, everyone, including you, watching his courage.

“Well I must say I hoped for better.” The man said, again death eaters broke out into laughter, trying their hardest to embarrass your poor friend in front of you.

“And who might you be, young man?” He asked, walking towards your friend. Staring at the ground, you heard his voice without fear or hesitation.

“Neville Longbottom.” The evil crowd laughed again.

“Well Neville I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks.”

“I’d like to say something.” Neville interrupted, eyes still pointed towards the ground, slowly looking up towards the man who had killed the boy who lived.

“Well Neville I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.” You stared, holding your belly as they spoke.

“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down Neville.” Seamus interrupted and you scowled, you never had an interest in that boy.

“People die everyday,” He began, looking towards all of you, making eye contact, you nodded your head slowly and he kept going. “Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight but he’s still with us…in here,” He spoke, holding his hand to his heart. “Fred, Remus, Tonks… all of them. They didn’t die in vain.” He said turning back towards the evil man. “But you will, cause you’re wrong!” He shouted as the man laughed in his face. “Harry’s heart did best for us, for her, for all of us! It’s not over!” He yelled, pulling the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the sorting hat before discarding it to the ground.

A commotion that no one expected caught everyone’s attention. The moment you saw Harry wriggle out of Hagrid's arms and cast a spell towards Nagini. Your ears rang and your heart pumped faster than it ever had. Everyone around you smiled and you heard sounds of triumph through the crowd behind you. The boy who lived was really alive, standing right before you. The love of your life wasn’t truly gone.

The man shot sparks of flame from his wand towards the school you once called home and screamed as he did so. Anger flooded his veins as he came to find his true enemy was still alive. Death Eaters fled the scene and Harry ran up to you, screaming for everyone to get inside of the grounds of the castle. You wished he would say something to you but you knew now was not the time to dottle.

“The snake! We have to kill the snake.” Harry panted, ensuring everyone was gathered in the safe bounds. Nevilles eyes shift to the evil man and Nagini.

“Harry! Look out!” Neville shouts, stepping forward, only a few yards away from Harry. The man’s wand blazes and sparks from the tip send Neville flying through the air 50 feet back into the castle. Harry turns and makes eye contact with you, Ron and Hermione, shocked expressions dawning on all of you; no one could have possibly survived that. The man swept forward as you watched Harry turn and dash into the Entrance Hall.

As Harry and the man who viciously killed his parents started their own fight one on one, you and the others ran into the Great Hall, fighting Death Eaters that enclosed in on you from left to right. You fight to the best of your ability, dodging spells every few seconds. From the corner of your eye you saw Neville twitch and heard a slight groan from his cracked lips. He opens his eyes and looks at you before slowly turning his head and sees a glimmer from his periphery; The Sword of Gryffindor.

Your head whips as you hear Bellatrix laugh insanely as she stands atop a long wooden table, spraying the chaotic room with various spells. As one shoots from her wand, nearly missing Ginny with the bolt. Molly, her mother, sees this shot and stands before her daughter.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!” She raises her wand to Bellatrix. Bellatrix roared with laughter at the sight of Molly, underestimating her power. You felt a sharp stinging pain in your side but again chose to ignore it. Spells shot from Molly’s wand, hitting Bellatrix viciously but she didn’t cease to fight back. Spells shot at Molly as well, stunning her actions for only a moment. Her remaining children attempted to join her on the table, wands at the ready, ready to help defend their sister but Molly shouted.

“Back off boys, she’s mine! You will never touch my children again.” She screamed, spells continuing to bolt from her wand.

“Be thankful we only took one… Besides, it’s not like you don’t have a spare.” Bellatrix indicated to George with a smirk. As she let out a blood curdling laugh, Molly hit her with a spell that made her topple to the ground, her scream filling the air as the oxygen left her lungs before she shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.

Just then, you hear loud pattering and turn to see Hermione and Ron running down the loud stone stairs, running from someone…or something. Nagini, the powerfully large snake tailed behind them, ready to pounce on your best friends. You shot a spell towards the snake, hitting her long neck. Instantly she changed her path and slithered quickly in your direction. Just as you were about to cast another spell, another sharp pain jolted in your stomach and you doubled over, bending in half holding your stomach, closing your eyes tightly waiting for the long sharp fangs to sink into your skin and end your life.

Nagini lowered her head, Hermione and Ron watching in horror as Neville came out of nowhere, the Sword of Godrick Gryffindor in hand, jumping and with one mighty swing, he severed Nagini’s head as it fell to the floor. Her body shriveled and flew into the air as gray dust. The man, now in the room with Harry, froze, watching her body fly away.

The evil man bellowed in pain, his loyal companion now lost, he turned to fire at Harry, and instinctively he countered. The elder wand sailed from the man's hand, the spell ricocheting back onto him. He stands utterly still for a moment, eyes locked on Harry. Suddenly, he froze, his body flaking away in the air, blowing in the wind and killing the man.

Finally, Voldemort was dead.

Everyone stood in astonishment as the man who had killed everyone they loved, friends family, ruined lives, was gone in an instant. Your joy and triumph ended quickly as the sharp pains came once again, worse than it had been before, you felt as if you were going to pass out. A scream came from your lips and your best friend Hermione ran to you as did Harry.

“We need help over here!” Is the last thing you heard before your vision becomes blurry, giving into your pain and falling unconscious to a world other than the real one.

1 day later

Eyes fluttering open, you groaned, head pounding and arm sore. You looked down to see an IV in your vein. Shocked, you also noticed that your clothes had turned into a hospital gown and the Great Hall a hospital room. To your left, you saw Harry, dozed onto his shoulder, still sporting his entirely dirty outfit from the fight.

“Good morning Y/N. Glad to see you’re awake. It’s curious, really.” A doctor said from the corner of the room, having noticed your eyes opened. Your lips felt chapped and cracked so it hurt when you talked but you pushed through.

“What’s curious?” You mumbled in a whisper. He chuckled handsomely with his perfect hair and straight teeth, stepping towards you and perking his head to the side.

“You went into labor during the battle you were in.”

“I did?” You gasped, sitting up a bit, the noise causing Harry to stir awake.

“Indeed. I’m not sure how you didn’t feel the contractions or your water break. It must have been highly painful.” He commented, writing something down in his chart after looking at your monitor.

“Y/N, you're awake!” He shot from his chair, hands pulling you in for a hug. You did the best you could laid down. His lips met yours and you were reunited with a bittersweet kiss that felt as if it lasted for eternity. You turned back to look at the doctor and shrugged.

“I mean, I did but I guess I was so preoccupied that I didn’t realize it. I don’t feel anything now though.”

“That’s because we gave you an epidural.” He said as he tapped your leg, surprisingly, you couldn’t feel the tap.

“Are you ready to do this?” Harry asked, squeezing your hand in his. “They said you’re 7 centimeters dilated, it’s almost time.” You noticed his glasses were smudged and cracked, but he didn’t seem to mind. He still had his messy dark hair and emerald green eyes that you had fallen in love with.

“I sure hope I’m ready.” You sighed, feeling so tired after the last few days' events. “I mean, if I can fight in a war, I’m sure I can give birth.” You joked, Harry leaning down to kiss you again.

19 years later

“Don’t forget to give Professor Longbottom our best.” Hermione called to her daughter Rose as she stepped into the train. She excitedly nodded back to her mother and waved you and your husband of 19 years goodbye.

“Goodbye dear, be safe!” You shouted to your adopted niece. Harry squeezed your side as your son stopped, struggling to tie his shoelace. Harry leans down to join him.

“Will there really be thestrals pulling the carriages?” Albus asked and your husband looked at him warmly.

“There’s nothing scary about thestrals. They’re gentle things. Anyway, you won’t be going up to school in the carriages. You’ll be going in the boats, remember?” Harry asked, and your son nodded. Seeing Harry talk to him gave you butterflies. You smiled at the sight, knowing how amazing of a father Harry was.

“Dad?” you heard your son ask.

“Yes?”

“What if I’m put in Slytherin?” You saw Harry study your son long and hard before leaning in close. The breeze flew your hair into your eye but you wiped it away as you listened to his words.

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin. And he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.” Albus nods but then his face formed into a frown.

“But what if I-”

“Then Slytherin House will have gained a wonderful wizard. But listen, if it means so much to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account.”

“Really?”

“Really.” You jumped in, running your fingers through his hair, recognizing it as his fathers hair. It was crazy and dark as well and stuck out in every direction. Your son made his way onto the train, waving from the window next to Rose. The train jolted to a start and your daughter Lily ran with the window Albus hung out of. It looked like all she wanted to do was join them. Just then you felt a hand land on your shoulder, you jumped a bit frightened but smiled when you saw who it was.

“Rub you frightened me,” You turned to see your eldest son, freshly nineteen years old and standing proudly, towering over you and your husband.

“Rubeus Remus, did you scare your mother again?” Harry asked your son and all you could do was laugh. You smiled seeing how your future was, being grateful you took the chance to be with Harry, fight in the war, even while pregnant, and marry the love of your life. The boy who lived.

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One night stand… gone wrong| 2

Tw’s: pregnancy, birth- ect ect- if any of these topics are sensitive to you please read at your own discretion <3

Also please excuse the terrible time skips- enjoy(:

Recap: You spent the rest of the day talking to him, coming up with plans- ideas, simply trying to figure it out with him and now you were laying in bed his arms wrapped around you, you didn’t think it was romantic… simply in a comforting way. But either way you didn’t mind. He was bringing comfort to you either way. The tv played quietly in the background your eyes fluttering shut tiredly his breathing soft and quiet in your ears almost acting as a lullaby to send you into a peaceful sleep after all the panic and stress you had felt. “You can go to sleep” he comforted gently “I’m not going anywhere… ‘m here to stay.” He murmured softly his own voice laced with tiredness and slight sleepiness his head lightly resting on your shoulder his eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him “mm…” you hummed out happily just glad he was there to stay. As the more you relaxed the more you started thinking “think I wanna keep it” you murmured and he let out a tired hum “alright… keep on thinking until you know what you want to do okay” he murmured quietly and you nodded your head relaxing back into him as you closed your eyes sleepily “if you do choose to keep it… just know you’re gonna be a great mum.” He whispered into your ear and just like the first time you had met him butterflies gently cascaded around your stomach a little smile remaining on your lips as you slowly dozed off to sleep… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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Harry spent the next few days and weeks and even months with you, being right there to support you he didn’t dare leave your side- even if he had concerts to do or interviews he either opted to do them by FaceTime or if he had a concert he simply couldn’t postpone he either brought you along with him or just performed it after you convincing him you’d be fine. He had grown rather protective over you so much so you were now confused what your relationship status was with him- friends? Partners? Friends with benefits? You weren’t entirely sure but you didn’t really mind as he was clearly protective over you and just wanted you to be okay. Your stomach had been growing constantly the baby bump soon showing to the point you weren’t able to hide it anymore but you didn’t mind. Your parents were supportive and so were your friends. Harry was the sweetest and most supportive and you couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him, he came to every scan and every single check up with you no matter what was happening he came with you and as he promised was there to support you throughout it all and some of it was scary terrifying even, and you knew if he wasn’t there and you were alone then you wouldn’t have a clue what to do… he made you feel safe. Very safe. And you were forever grateful.

“I’ll be fine Harry” your voice was tired as you weakly dropped your head to rest against the toilet seat, you had been puking up whatever contents your stomach held for a good 45 minutes now, the morning sickness was exhausting. “Yeah sure. Don’t give me that. Let me take care of you.” He said as he slowly walked into the bathroom a bottle of water held in one hand and a large plastic bowl held in his other hand before he placed them down his large hands immediately working to pull your hair back away from your face as he held your hair up in a pony tail, a hair tie on his wrist as he gently tied your hair into a loose messy bun before he crouched down beside you his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner “feel like shit” you grumbled out and he nodded slowly not wanting to say anything wrong like ‘I know I know’ as he in fact did not know… for one he wasn’t a woman and he most definitely couldn’t get pregnant and experience morning sickness so he simply remained silent his hand continuing to gently rub up and down your back slowly and gently. “What do you want?” He asked softly and you furrowed your brows “what?” You asked confused “boy or girl” he said and you let out a soft laugh “sorry, just trying to make conversation” he murmured with a little smile even if he didn’t like to admit it he was scared, nervous even… he was a top tier celebrity who was constantly in the eye of fans and paparazzi…. He wanted to keep you and the baby out of their way… he didn’t care- he wasn’t letting those pigs get money off of photos of you or his child. Photos of him were fine but he had become protective over you extremely protective to the point he was willing to smash a camera if needs be. Paparazzi tested his limits constantly and usually he was pretty good at not being affected but if you were brought into it then he would freak. He wouldn’t let them take pictures of you. Nor would he let them hurt you. “I think I want a little boy… don’t mind though.” You spoke snapping Harry out of it and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead “I don’t mind either way… but if I’d have to choose I’d want a little girl… bet she’d look just like you.” He spoke sweetly and you smiled but that smile quickly was turned upside down as you dry heaved into the toilet “ugh I hate this.” You shined out as he continued to gently rub up and down your back slowly and gently “you’re doing so well. So well.”

A few weeks had passed by and now was your baby shower, you didn’t want a massive one only you and Harry and a few friends as well as your parents. You had your mum make cupcakes and one of the cupcakes had coloured fondant in it. “Okay dad you go first” you said excitedly as you smiled, Harry’s hand lightly resting on your knee as you was happy too. He was excited. He couldn’t wait to see what gender the baby was. Your dad quickly showed that there was no fondant in it a few groans echoing around as you laughed softly, your friends did the same but they didn’t have it either and by the end of it the two cupcakes left were yours and Harry’s “let’s do it together” he suggested and you nodded excitedly as you held onto his hand before you both at the exact same time bit into the cupcake “oh my god!!” Harry’s voice was excited and you were quick to follow his excitement as your mum had sneakily had two cupcakes filled with fondant for both you and Harry specifically “we’re having a little boy!!” You exclaimed your arms quickly wrapping around the man as he held onto you tightly a wide smile on his face as he held you in his embrace before he pressed a little kiss to the top of your head “a little boy…” he said with a warm smile the excitement you both shared with one another being totally indescribable. You were nervous before but now you were beyond excited you couldn’t wait to meet your little boy.

Weeks turned into months and before you knew it your due date was only a few days away, you and Harry had gotten closer. He was starting to go out more to achieve his concerts and such but he was always only a call away always making sure you were okay after every concert he did. You were sat on the couch, Harry sitting beside you arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders- it was early in the morning and he didn’t have to be at work until 3 ish so you had all day with him practically. You held the first scans and most recent scans of your baby boy in your hands a wide smile on your face Harry’s chin gently resting on your shoulder as he looked at the scans too “he’s going to be so handsome… gonna have the best mum ever.” He murmured to you as he pressed a light kiss to your cheek and you smiled softly, he had been very kiss-y with you yet you both hadn’t been able to establish proper feelings yet. “Going to have the best dad too.” You said slowly turning to look at him forgetting just how close you were with him your breath gently fanning over his lips as he gazed into your eyes his lips mere inches away from yours his eyes searching yours and yours searched his right back you didn’t think you would ever fall in love with someone like this… not ever… but maybe the baby was a blessing in disguise?

And on that last thought you gently leaned in pressing a kiss to his lips your hand caressing against his cheek and he was quick to caress his hand against the nape of your neck pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss that slight bit more- he kissed you so deeply and so passionately as if he was kissing you for the first time all over again, the first time was beautiful- slightly sloppy and needy but right now it wasn’t that, right now it was perfect… gentle… slow… full of no need or want- simply full of love. You slowly pulled back looking into his eyes “too soon?” You asked worriedly but he instead of saying anything simply pulled you back in again his lips pressing against yours as he wrapped his arms around you kissing you deeply and passionately as you and him had a slight make out session and you both knew you both needed that… needed it because it was simply brewing, it had been brewing for a long time the tension being strong “not too soon, no…” he murmured assuringly as he smiled into your eyes “just on time” he said softly before he kissed you again, you both kissing until you were both left breathless over and over again.

That evening was nice, Harry left for work and you were just resting on the couch watching Harry Potter and the goblet of fire. You weren’t really paying attention to it your attention mainly on your phone as you scrolled through social media eyes slightly tired and after a while you stood up off of the couch attempting to walk to the kitchen but before you could even make an attempt a wetness quickly began dripping down your legs, as if you had peed yourself but you hadn’t. You were confused and slightly horrified to say the least a slight pool of liquid forming just below you but that’s when it hit you… Shit it didn’t take long for you to put the puzzle pieces together and you were quick to ring Harry your hand resting on your belly, this wasn’t good- this couldn’t be good. Your waters had broke! Fuck. His phone went to voicemail over and over again before finally someone answered “hello,” it was a males voice but it wasn’t Harry “h-h-hi… get Harry please…” you practically begged “I’m sorry who is this?” The voice questioned “I’m Harry’s friend! Y/n! Please!” You spoke desperately hearing a sudden sharp intake of breath before the sound of screaming fans were heard- Harry was performing… of course your waters broke whilst he was performing. Typical! Your breathing was heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut holding your tummy, you felt weak and dizzy and terrified you didn’t know what the hell to do.

The stage manager continued to try and get Harry’s attention but he was dancing and talking to the fans, the stage manager however was quick to radio over to the people who controlled the music the music fairly quickly shutting off as Harry looked around confused his eyes soon landing on the stage manager who was quite honestly freaking out, Harry’s phone in hand as Harry put two and two together “one second everyone I’ll be back” he spoke into the microphone trying to not alert anyone to something being wrong before he ran off stage quickly taking the phone from him as he put it up to his ear “y/n?” He asked taking his ear piece out of his ear as he stuck his finger into his ear blocking out the screaming fans so he could hear you better “h-harry my waters broke… I-I need help” and at your words and quivering voice his heart dropped, the rest of his band quickly leaving the stage too to see what was the matter “I’m going to be home soon, Mitch I need you to get onto the phone with 999- call an ambulance right away.” Harry shot demands at his friends, telling them exactly what to do as he immediately went into protective mode.

You tried to remain calm as you gripped onto your tummy breathing heavy “I’m nearly home.” Harry said, he had stayed on the line with you the entire time and after a few more minutes the sound of car keys jingling were heard before the front door was pushed open “c’mere we’re going to the hospital what do you need?” He asked calmly and you let out a shaky breath “I-I don’t know…” you whimpered out and Harry knew you needed him to help and so he did, easily and quickly packing a hospital bag for you before he helped you out of the house and into his car “I-I- the baby’s gonna come… I- I cant…” you whimpered out and Harry hushed you gently strapping the seatbelt over you knowing it would be uncomfortable but he wanted you to be safe “look at me…” his hands gently cupped your face making you look at him “you can. You can do this.” He then pressed a kiss to your forehead before making his way round to the drivers seat getting in as he was immediately quick to start driving, he made sure to drive as safely as possible but he was in a mad rush to get you to the hospital so did risk running a few red lights. But he had to. He hadn’t experienced this before so was worried for your health and the baby’s health.

Everything flew by in a blur for you, first you were in a car now you were laying down on a hospital bed Harry to your left and doctors and nurses to your right, the doctors voices were muffled due to your pounding head and Harry lightly grabbed onto your hand “here… I’m here… right here.” He said softly giving your hand a squeeze, Harry’s eyes were on the doctors and nurses but every so often he would look down at you and press kisses to the back of your hand “give her some gas and air… she’ll be ready to push fairly soon.” The main doctor spoke as nurses immediately helped you- placing the oxygen tube into your mouth so you could breathe- apparently it was laughing gas but you sure as hell didn’t feel like laughing. If anything it made you feel sick.

A soft cry soon left your lips your eyes screwing shut the agony tearing throughout you being absolutely horrible, Harry hated seeing you like this… but this was raw natural birth for you. He squeezed your hand tightly “you’re doing so well honey… you’re okay.” He soothed as best as he could gently pushing a few hairs from off of your forehead as little grunts of pain continued leaving your lips, each contraction hitting you harder than the one prior. “Keep breathing in and out-“ “I am breathing!” You exclaimed and Harry bit down on his lip, looking at a few of the nurses whom had seemingly had patients like you before and Harry although a tad bit amused was quick to go back to comforting you gripping onto your hand tightly your grip on his hand making your fingertips turn white as you panted heavily, you pushed hard a slight groan leaving your lips as you fell back into the comfort of the hospital bed tears of frustration and pain trailing down your cheeks “I-I can’t do this…. I can’t Harry.. I-I cant..” you whimpered out looking at him fearfully the nurses around you quickly assuring you that you could as Harry stroked your cheek wiping away your tears “yes you can darling. You can do this… you’re so close… he’s nearly out. I promise. Just a few more pushes c’mon. Deep breath and then push as hard as you can” he said copying what the nurses had said prior trying to help you as he felt helpless. He hated seeing you in such agony.

You nodded before taking a deep breath as you squeezed your eyes shut pushing hard. Incredibly hard. Before a sudden relief surrounded you sudden cries from a baby were heard… your baby… tears sprung to your eyes as Harry looked at you eyes full of warmth and love and even some tears as well “you did it… you did it. You did so well.” He said pressing a kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes tiredly a weak smile forming on your lips…. The pain was worth it. Soon enough your baby boy was rushed into your arms his tiny face was beautiful he had Harry’s nose and had your eyes, he looked exactly like you and Harry. A spitting image practically. “He’s perfect” Harry whispered to you and you smiled looking into his eyes with a lot of happiness, the nurses were fairly quick to leave to give you and Harry alone time but one left a little teddy for the baby something they apparently did for all newborns- the teddy was small and had a little stuffed bow and arrow attached to its paws and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked into Harry’s eyes “Archie styles” you whispered out to Harry watching as his eyes practically lit up “even more perfect” he whispered kissing your shoulder and you smiled looking down at baby Archie your eyes full of nothing but love for the little boy.

Tiredness soon overcame you and Harry was more than willing to take the little boy from you “rest up my love,” he soothed and you obliged exhausted and Harry took Archie into his arms the small boy snuggling into his arms as Harry sat down looking down at him “you’re such a small thing yet caused your mummy so much pain, hm.” He smiled before letting out a soft chuckle his eyes filling with tears as he looked down at the newborn before he looked to you watching your peace as you slept and he smiled pulling Archie closer to him… this is all Harry ever truly wanted… a family of his own and finally he had it. Now he could spend time with his family… his girl… his little boy… the people who would soon become his favourite people ever. His family.

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