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myjealouseyes · 4 months

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Christmas Eve Wake Up Call.

HJP x wolfstar!daughter

A/N- if you saw me post this last week, no you did not!

No content warnings. Fluff, slight teasing and flirting, cuddling.

“…Harry. Harry, wake up. Wake up!”

He wakes with a start, his hand clutching his chest as he puts his glasses on. He looks over to see you, standing next to his now open window. This isn’t exactly new. Every Christmas Eve after you’ve just spent the day finishing up last-minute Christmas shopping and doing all your baking, you’ve usually overexcited yourself about the upcoming holiday.

That meant no matter how hard you tried or how tired you were you just couldn’t sleep. Your mind was in overdrive thinking about how people would like the presents you gifted, or if they’d like your baked goods (which they always did,) and you were slightly curious about all the gifts under the tree. You’d waited ages to see what was in each box and just thinking about how you only had to wait a few more hours sent you into a frenzy. So after an hour and a half of tossing and turning, you decided to sneak out of your bedroom and into Harry’s to make him suffer with you because what else are best friends for?

You close the window and skip over his bed, throwing yourself in the spot next to him. Harry takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes sluggishly before lying down next to you. You grin, turning his head toward yours. You caress his face gently, making a small flush form against his cheeks.

“It’s just after eleven y’know,” Harry mumbles while his eyes are fluttering shut. Your touch has calmed him down from his semi-panicked state. “You usually come a little closer to twelve.” You hum quietly and give his cheek a light pinch. “So I came early. You kicking me out?” His lips turn up into a teasing smirk as his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Butterflies form in your stomach at the feeling. “That depends. Are we going to sleep?” You wrinkle your nose playfully and poke at his chest. “It’s Christmas Eve. Have I ever slept on Christmas Eve?”

Harry gives you a playful sigh and it squeezes your hip. “Fair. What do you suppose we do then?” You trail your fingers over his chest, silently mauling over your options. Eventually, you shrug and smile up at him. “Wanna hear about what happened with my dad and the dogs earlier?”

Before he could answer you launch into a very amusing story about how Sirius had turned into Padfoot and gathered your three German Shepherds to devise a plan to sneak some of your Christmas baked goods out of the kitchen. You’d caught all of them with a basket of cookies in their mouths and demanded they put them back. But of course, Sirius had a plan for that too. As if on que they gave you the saddest puppy eyes you’d ever seen. You caved and ended up giving Padfoot three cookies and the dogs two dog biscuits each.

Harry chuckles at your misfortune. “You couldn’t resist puppy-dog eyes?” He teases as his fingers trace zig zags on your hip. You roll your eyes playfully and tug his hair. Harry laughs a bit louder, and soon both talking turns telling stories about your chaotic Christmas Eve days. Harry tells you about how James accidentally spoiled Lily’s Christmas gift, got really embarrassed, and then told her to just act surprised. You follow him up with one about how Remus had accidentally discovered his own gift in the basement, but didn’t realize it was his. He just shut the door and went to feed the birds waiting at the window.

As you two laugh, time passes and the sun sneaks out. You should sneak back into your room, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You end up falling asleep against Harry’s chest just like you do every year.

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myjealouseyes · 24 days

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Fever Warm

HJP x wolfstar!daughter!reader.

A/N— (For lack of better title.) baby fic is FINALLY posted and completed and I feel kind of good about it suprisingly. One of the tots finally making an appearance in a fic. We used to pray for times like these 🙏🏾🙏🏾

No content warnings! Family fluff, overthinking, dad!harry (swoon!!)

“Estrella…” you hum to your newborn softly, failing to keep the exhaustion out of your voice. “C’mon, baby. It’s bedtime…”

your baby doesn’t take as well to your gentleness as you hoped. Her cries seemed to get louder as you rock her a little more firmly. You’d tried everything. She wasn’t hungry, and she wasn’t tired. You tried changing the blankets in her crib and even changing her into a lighter onesie, thinking she might be hot. ‘Is she hot?’ You press your hand to her cheek gently. She does feel warm. But is it a good warm? Because you wouldn’t want her to be freezing. Should you get the thermometer? That’ll make her cry even more but at least you’ll know for sure if it’s a fever—

You zone out in your worrying, not even noticing when Harry walks into the nursery. You’re still rocking Estrella on autopilot as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“She’s still crying?” He presses his chin in the crook of your neck, cooing at the baby. “Poor girl. Must be exhausted.” You only nod as you turn toward him and hand her off gently. “Does she feel warm to you? Like fever warm? Looking for a second opinion before getting the thermometer.” Harry furrows his eyebrows as he lightly touches her skin like you did earlier. “Don’t think so babe. Feels normal to me.”

Your face scrunches up as you look down at your baby. What could be making her so uncomfortable then? “Are you sure? ‘cause I’ve tried everything, and I do mean everything.” You wring your hands anxiously, mentally going through your list again. Maybe Harry was right and she didn’t have a fever, but it never hurt to be cautious—

“She’s just wet, darling.”

You pause and swing your head back toward Harry, who’s already laying her out for a change. All the worries leave your head as you look on dumbfoundedly. You had thought to change blankets and onesies, thought of a million and one ways to get her to nurse, sang several lullabies in English and French, but somehow never considered a soiled diaper? Absolutely ridiculous.

Harry coos at you once Estrella is settled and comfortable on his shoulder. Logically you know it’s not meant to be patronizing in any way, but with the way your brain is muddled with lingering exhaustion, self-doubt, and embarrassment, you can’t help but take it that way. Lovingly, he pushes you down into the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. He makes sure his grip on Estrella is firm and steady before kissing your forehead. “You’re just a bit fried. It’s normal.” His words come out swimming in sugar. It makes your heart flutter. “I’ll handle putdown tonight. Go lay down and if you’re not asleep by time I get done we’ll have a bath. ‘Kay?”

You don’t have it in you to disagree, giving him a slow nod as love leaks through your pores. You stand up and walk to bed. Only pausing briefly to watch him tuck her in and kiss her forehead. Every time you think you couldn’t possibly love Harry any more than you do at present, he takes two seconds out of his day to unknowingly prove you wrong. It’s one of those things he’s really good at; making you fall deeper and deeper until you’re drowning in your absolute fondness of him.

Once you can come up for air, you take his advice and ease yourself into bed. You don’t let yourself fall asleep though. A bath sounded really nice.

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myjealouseyes · 4 months

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‘Tis The Damn Season.

Part one. HJP x wolfstar!daughter

No content warnings. Pining and a little angst.

A/N- hello! This is part one of a multi-part oneshot series based on ‘Tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. (It’s supposed to be two parts but who knows lol.) there aren’t a lot of lyric references in this part, but the next part will have plenty to make up for it I promise! Hope you enjoy!

You find that the sunset always looks best from the roof. It looks as if someone has painted the sky with precise brush strokes of orange and red that blend seamlessly. Though it’s hard to focus on that when you’re holding Harry’s hand. The way his fingers are interlaced with yours is warm, comforting, and familiar. You couldn’t fathom not being able to have this feeling at your fingertips anymore, but you’d have to make do without it soon. And crazily enough, it was completely your choice.

Your plane leaves tomorrow. You were off to study music at your dream college, just like you’d always dreamt about. Harry would catch his flight the next week, to study acting and film. At a separate College, miles away from yours. You two had been avoiding the conversation since you got your acceptance letters, ironically on the same day. You both had been so caught up in the overall joy of the moment, that you didn’t think about the separation. The bomb dropped on both of you a week later, but neither of you dared to break the bliss of the moment.

Now, here you were. On Harry’s roof watching the sunset with him. It’d be the last time for a while. Harry squeezes your hand but neither of you looks away from the sky. Even as something draws you closer and your head ends up on his shoulder you can’t look at him. A part of you thinks you should say something, reassure him and yourself that’d it be okay, but another part of you isn’t so sure you will be. You’d never been without Harry before. You’ve been attached by the hip since you could walk. He’s been the person you cried to when you were sad, the person you ranted to when you were angry, and the person who made you laugh throughout all of it. Harry knew you, and you knew him too.

“We’ll call and text. We’ll talk every day and nothing will change.” Harry says suddenly. He says it like a promise, and you find it in yourself to relax a little. Harry has never broken a promise to you. You knew that wouldn’t change just because you weren’t going to be attending school at the same place. “Nothing,” you promise back. “It’ll be just like it is now, only we’ll be a little farther apart.” Harry smiles, turning his head in your direction to kiss your cheek tenderly. Blood rushes to your face immediately, but you still look back at him. His smile is softer than usual, there’s no hidden trace of mischief or even a hint of trouble. You can’t remember a time he’s smiled at you like that before. “That’s the spirit. We’ll be back together before we know it.”

Nightfall sneaks up on you faster than it usually does. As you both climb down from the roof you catch yourself looking at Harry again. Suddenly you can’t tear your eyes away. it’s like gravity is drawing you toward his eyes, his hands, his lips, him. Your heart speeds up drastically. It’s all a little too much for you. You leaving tomorrow, the distance between your college and your home, and realizing the fact that you might like—no, love your best friend. That makes leaving feel a thousand times harder than it did originally.

Harry is smiling at you from his doorstep, his same trouble-free smile that set you off in the first place. Your heart is jumping out of your chest and screaming at you to tell him how you feel, but you can’t put that on Harry. Not when you leave tomorrow. When your heart slows down enough, you press a soft kiss on his cheek. It lasts longer than it should, but neither of you complain. When your lips leave his skin you walk across the street to your house. If you had turned around for a second look, you would have seen the way Harry’s face heated up as his eyes followed you across the road.

The next day you board your plane and the long flight passes you slowly. You spend the time napping and looking out the window at the clouds. When you land, the sun is setting. It’s duller than the ones you watched back home. Not quite as beautiful as it is from Harry’s roof, but you look anyway. For a split second, you wonder if it looks that way because you weren’t holding Harry’s hand.

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myjealouseyes · 7 days

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Request from 🦄 anon: The morning after Harry & Wolfstar!daughter’s first night together

Content warnings: nothing explicit but mentions of marks and implied nudeness.

A/N—They’ll be another one a little later because I’m clearing my inbox!

Request a Drabble here

Peeling yourself away from Harry was never an easy task, but it somehow felt even harder now that your bare body was pressed against his for the first time. Memories of all the things you and he did last night come back to heat your face as you sit up against the headboard, pulling the sheets up with you.

Harry is still sleeping though; his head pressed against your upper thigh, covering up the mark he’d left there. A matching one sits on his shoulder, a deep, brushing purple that contrasts his skin. Both of you have your fair share of covering up to do when the time comes, but for now, you can’t bring yourself to think about anything but how light you feel.

Being intimate with Harry was a feeling you’d never felt anything like. His hands and the way they touched you are still ingrained in the forefront of your brain. To be handled so gently yet so passionately is something you know you could only experience with him. You think it’s all the years he’s spent learning about what makes you tick. With that much experience, you know no one else has a change.

You can’t imagine yourself giving them one anyway.

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myjealouseyes · 4 months

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Wolfstar!daughter reflects on the threat of war during a calm moment.

A/N: we are sooo back with the first drabble of the new year!! This is something I wrote just to get back in the swing of writing so it’s probably not my best, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Drabble requests are open! The link to request is in my Navigation!

You and Harry are curled up in front in front of the common room’s fireplace; you resting your head on his lap. You’re ignoring, something you’ve gotten good at over the years. You can Ignore the rain that hits the windows of the castle and the way the fire crackles just a bit too loud for your comfort, but ignoring the ever-blossoming threat of war is proving to be more difficult than you thought.

It could be because you’d grown up with stories of the first wizarding war, experienced by your dads. They’d told you how horrid it truly was, especially as order members. The constant threat of death hanging over their heads, the constant questioning of the loyalty between friends that caused riffs, and then being betrayed by someone they had called a friend for many years.

More accurately though, it was because war was right at your doorstep, threatening everything you held dear. Your friends, your family, and right at the center of it all your Harry. It wasn’t fair, how he was being put in this position. The entire fate of the world is on his shoulders. You knew it was crushing him, and you knew there was nothing you could do to help him other than be there—which you always would. If he were to ever fall, you’d be there to help him up and kiss his scars better, just like you’d aways done. Because you knew he’d do the same for you, not matter the circumstances.

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myjealouseyes · 6 days

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#I plan on having a Drabble posted before that though!#my polls #wolfstar!daughter!reader #harry james potter x reader #wolfstar!daughter #harry potter x wolfstar!daughter #harry james potter x y/n #harry james potter x wolfstar!daughter #hjp x wolfstar!daughter

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myjealouseyes · 1 day

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Request from an anon: can you please!! do an argument one pls where the reader ends up crying or Harry’s mad at her its probably like not their first argument but the biggest one tysm 🎀

A/N— hello Nonnie! I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind (if it’s way off please feel free to request again.) but they do argue and reader does cry. The argument is about reader going horcrux hunting even though that’s not directly stated.

You can send a request here.

“Oh for fucksake, y/n! Why won’t you just listen this one time?!”

If you weren’t so angry, you’d flinch at the harshness in his tone. Harry had never cussed at you before. Harry didn’t even like raising his voice at you usually. As selfish as it is, you want to hold it against him. Even if you’d yelled at him too. Your hands are shaking as you continue stuffing your small-ish bag with things you’re not even paying attention to anymore. “I’m said, I’m going.” You can guess how he’s going to respond before he even gets the chance to speak, and that pisses you off most.

“You’re not! It’s too dangerous, and I have enough to worry about without having to look over my shoulder for you every other second!” He snaps at you hastily. You clutch your bag before tossing it back to the bed and glaring at him. You can’t help but feel like his enemy right now, although that was far from the truth. You know you love him. Usually, it would make you sick to argue with the person you care about more than anything but the determination and frustration festering in your stomach keeps you from backing down.

“You don’t get to tell me what’s ‘too dangerous!’ I’m just as capable as the rest of you!” You know it’s low of you, bringing his friends into it after he’d done the careful work of avoiding the subject for weeks. Harry scoffs, his next words coming out in exasperated and somewhat sarcastic laughter. “This isn’t about being capable! I know you’re capable! It’s just—I don’t want you to come!”

“Why not?!”

“Because I don’t want you hurt!”

Your breath hitches and suddenly you don’t feel so confident in your stance anymore. Your shoulders as a lump forms in your throat. Your glare softens into something of a sympathetic stare. Harry’s losing some of his attitude too.

“The idea of watching you in pain or worse is—it’s the worst thing I can imagine. I can’t lose anyone else.” In a split second all your resolve crumbles between your fingers. You feel tears slide down your face as you pull him into the tightest hug you’ve ever given. You can’t be sure what you can do to make it better, or even if you can. All you know is that he needs you.

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myjealouseyes · 6 months

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˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡་ Oneshots!

‘Tis The Damn Season — HJP x wolfstar!daughter.

Christmas Eve wake up call — HJP x wolfstar!daughter.

You Are In Love — HJP x fem!reader.

Fever Warm — HJP x wolfstar!daughter.

Drunken Confession — HJP x fem!reader.

˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡་ Drabbles!

The one where wolfstar!daughter got hurt during the war.

The one where wolfstar!daughter gets jealous.

The one where Regulus teaches Wolfstar!daughter to ballroom dance.

The one where fame AU! wolfstar!daughter wins her first Grammy.

The one where reader and Harry argue over her going horcrux hunting.

The one where wolfstar!daughter realizes she wants to be a medic (or nurse.)

The one where Harry injures himself playing quidditch.

The one where Sirius and wolfstar!daughter play the piano togeher.

The one where Harry and wolfstar!daughter share a photo of Neville’s boggart.

The one where wolfstar!daughter comes out as a lesbian to Remus and Sirius.

The one where Harry is a professional quidditch player and wolfstar!daughter is his biggest fan.

The one where Harry comforts wolfstar!daughter after she gets in a fight with Draco Malfoy.

The one where Lily gives Harry the potter family heirloom ring to propose to wolfstar!daughter.

The one where wolfstar!daughter reflects on the threat of war.

The one where Sirius and wolfstar!daughter are reunited after Sirius gets out of Azkaban

The one where harry and wolfstar!daughter go to the Yule ball together.

The one where Harry takes care of wolfstar!daughter while she’s sick.

The one where James and Sirius embarrass Harry and wolfstar!daughter

The one after Harry and wolfstar!daughter have their first time.

The one where fame AU! Harry wins his first Oscar.

The one where Harry gets jealous.

The one where Harry saves wolfstar!daughter during the twizard tournament.

The one where reader is pregnant.

The one where Harry and wolfstar!daughter cuddle.

˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡་ Headcanons!

Harry and wolfstar!daughter in fame AU.

Harry as a father.

Harry taking care of you during your monthly.

Things I’ve imagined about wolfstar!daughter part one.

Regulus and wolfstar!daughter.

Things I’ve imagined about wolfstar!daughter part two.

Remus and Wolfstar!daughter’s daddy-daughter dates.

Flirt!harry.

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myjealouseyes · 5 months

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Me when I look at the HJP x wolfstar!daughter!reader tag and I only see myself:

#oh well oh well #that’s what I’m here for!#this is why I only write for him btw #chatty.blue

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