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moonstruckme · 3 months

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happy new year lovie!!!! i feel bad for requesting this bc just thinking ab the volume of ur inbox is a little overwhelming and ive gone a bit overboard 😭

but..... bodyguard!james finds out his mum is quite sick right before his shift one day and leaves to take care of her after letting reader know. he has to take the week off and reader is visiting and bringing them their favorite homecooked meals everyday (which she has memorised bc, bless him, james loves to talk abt his mum) and james is LOVEEESTRUCK. she's there, bright and early every morning (with a different bodyguard bc god forbid she leaves the house with no protection right in front of james' own two eyes!!!) with muffins and flowers and bags of food in hand :( james is enamored and so sweet on her!!!!! and reader is obsessing over how vulnerable and emotionally in tune james is at a time like this!!!!! i'm thinking maybe confessions are getting pretty hard to hold back by the end of the week ☹️🩷

thank you! (if you do decide to write this or if you dont for letting me ramble on in your asks x)

Don't feel bad my love! Thank you for requesting :)

cw: sick family member

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

No matter how many times James has visited home throughout his adult life, he always manages to discover something he’s forgotten about living there. Like how particular his mum is about the way the dish towel is folded, or which drawer the scissors are kept in, or the ungodly amount of door-to-door salesmen that come by on a daily basis.

Lately, he’s being plagued by the last. He recalls them being vaguely annoying when he was younger, but James’ family is currently going through a difficult time that leaves one with somewhat frayed nerves. He very nearly snapped at a particularly tenacious primary school student selling chocolate yesterday. Not one of his finer moments.

So when the doorbell rings while his mum is trying to sleep down the hall, James has to make an effort to reel his wrath back in before he’s even answered it.

Funnily enough, any negative emotion completely evaporates when he sees you on the front steps.

“Hi,” you say, looking apprehensive.

“Hi,” James echoes. He opens the door the rest of the way, nodding to the fill-in guard you’ve brought with you. “Hey, Singh.”

Singh nods in return.

“I hope it’s alright that I just came by.” You give him a sheepish sort of smile. “I didn’t even realize I don’t have your phone number until now. You’re always just…there.”

James laughs, the mood that’s descended over him since getting the call about his mum lifting slightly. “Yeah, I suppose I am. What brings you out, sweetheart?”

You hoist the bags you’re carrying a bit higher in your arms. “I brought some stuff for you and your mom, if that’s okay.”

A tiny hand fists around his heart, squeezing pleasantly. “Course it is,” he all but coos. “Come on in. Singh, you alright to stay here and keep watch?”

Luckily, the other man doesn’t think to remember that James is currently on leave, and so defers to him with a curt nod. James shoots him a smile as you come inside, closing the door behind you.

“They put Singh on day shift?” he asks, taking one of the bags from you and leading you into the kitchen. “He’s barely finished training.”

“He seems fine,” you say in your good-natured way.

“He took you to a location that’s never been reconned without even bringing another guard to post outside.”

“It’s your mom’s house, Jamie.” The smile is evident in your voice, sweeter even than the smell wafting out of these bags. God, he’s missed you. “I doubt he suspects either of you are going to try and hurt me.”

“He should be prepared for the possibility,” James says, but he can’t manage to work any menace into his tone even to tease you. You tilt your head at him, mouth curving up to one side like you’re well acquainted with his particular brand of silliness, and he lets his grievances go instantly. “You didn’t have to bring us anything, angel face.”

You flush a bit at the endearment, directing a soft smile down at his family’s old wooden table (which is great, because now James is in the position of being jealous of a table). “I wanted to do something,” you reply simply. “How’s your mom?”

“She’s alright.” Not great. Not worse, which is always good. If the only thing he accomplishes in a day is that she doesn’t get worse, James can feel good about that. “She’s sleeping in this morning.”

“Oh, shit.” Your voice drops to a hush like the breeze blowing through leaves. “I haven’t woken her, have I?”

James grins. “No, you’re good. She can sleep through anything.”

You lose a breath. “Right, well I brought some meals to last you a few days,” you say, digging some containers out of the bag. “It can all be heated up whenever you’re ready to eat, and—oh, also some flowers. I know it’s stupid, but I thought they might brighten things up for you two.” James doesn’t think it’s stupid at all, but you go on before he can tell you so. “Can I put these in your freezer? I brought some muffins for this morning too, if you want them.”

“Yeah,” James says, the word leaving him on a breath. “I mean, yeah to both. Thank you.” He grabs several of the containers as well, showing you to the freezer. You both start cramming them in between things, wherever they’ll fit. He takes note of the food as it goes in, a heady warmth growing in his chest. “Did you make all of this?”

You hum in brisk affirmation. “I had plenty of time on my hands yesterday. Turns out things are pretty boring without you around.”

“How’d you know what to make? This is all—these are our favorites.”

You turn to him, a tenderhearted sort of smile curving your lips. “You talk about your mom a lot, Jamie,” you say. “I know all her favorites by now. And the things she’d make that were your favorites, too.”

James hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time rambling about his mum. It hurts his chest a bit to think of it now, worse to think that you’d been listening so intently.

“This is only really enough to get you through a few days,” you go on, oblivious to his yearning, “but I figured I’d come back with more if you’re both alright with it.” You look at him as you pack the last of the food away, your gaze careful. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“You could never intrude.” James isn’t sure how he gets the words out, his heart ballooning until it’s nearly cutting off his airflow. The cool air breezing onto one side of his face stops, and he realizes you’ve shut the freezer. “This is just…so, so kind of you. I don’t know what to say.”

“James.” Your voice is soft. Your smile has faded, and now you look at him with an unabashed, steady kindness. “You don’t have to say anything. I can’t stand the thought of you and your mom going through this. I wanted to help, somehow.” One of your shoulders comes up in a sheepish half-shrug. “Even if it’s really small.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you hesitate only a second before bringing your arms around him too. You squeeze him tight. James lets himself relish the feel of it, lovelorn. “It’s not small,” he says fervently. “It really…it means a lot, sweetheart.”

You only squeeze tighter in response. When he lets you go, your gaze is sad. Worried. You ask without prelude, “Are you doing okay?”

James gives you a half-smile. The truth of it. “Yeah, we’re alright over here. It’s hard to see her like this, but I think everything’s going to be okay.” You nod, solemn in your understanding. “Sounds like I might be doing better than you, actually, if your company’s bad enough that you’re entertaining yourself in the kitchen all day.”

You crack a smile at that, and James’ heart lightens. “Yeah, Singh’s no you. He doesn’t seem to like to chat.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you’ve really come out here, yeah? You just missed me.”

“You’ve caught me.”

It’s said like a joke, but James’ pride inflates foolishly nonetheless. “I hate that I can’t be there,” he says. “Especially now that I know they’ve put Singh on my shift.”

“He’s not so bad,” you laugh, heading towards the table. You fold up the bags. “Anyway, it’s more important that you’re here. And I’ll be back in a couple days to restock you.”

James fixes you with a look as you start for the door. “You really don’t have to.”

“I’m going to,” you say breezily. “Don’t forget to put the flowers in water, and the muffins are strawberry chocolate chip.” He grins. His mum’s favorite. “I’ll tell Singh you were raving about him.”

“Oh, please do.” He rolls his eyes, feeling lighter than he has in days. “Thanks, angel.”

You shoot him a smile worthy of the moniker as you go out the door. “See you in a couple days, Jamie.”

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mysunshinetemptress · 3 months

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Ever Since New York

Part 2 of Meet Me in the Hallway

Leah Williamson x Styles!Reader

Warnings:Angst hidden relationships, lots of sighing

You hummed into Leah’s chest as she brushed her hand through your hair the two of you wrapped up on her couch watching The Arsenal boys against Southampton, you loved these moments the mundane couple things where you were able to forget that you lived four hours away and rarely saw each other unless it was through a phone or you had a free day to drive down to her for a few hours. You smiled hearing Leah whisper a quite yes as the boys took the offence “if they don’t win this one Le they will prove themselves to be absolutely shite.” Leah squeezed you slightly “hey United are just as bad “you shook your head “yeah but we have a trophy in our collection that’s younger then 20 years old.” Leah laughed squeezing you again huffing as Arsenal lost the ball. This was the few times in the last few months where it had been just the two of you, both being called up to the Olympic squad didn’t mean you got to spend time with your blonde lover instead you both kept your interactions to a minimum so this right here was bliss until it wasn’t.

You groaned lifting your head from Leah’s chest as you answered the phone “hi Harry.” Leah watched concerned as you sat up abruptly “how did you know I’m in London.” You looked at Leah panicked “just a friend H from the national team.” Leah sat up before getting off the couch and standing in front of you. “Yeah I can call around in an hour.” You looked at Leah “stay the night.” You felt your heart sink as you watched Leah nod her head, you didn’t want to stay at your brothers you wanted to stay at hers this was the only break you where getting for the next few weeks and you wanted to spend as much of it with her as possible. Sighing you agreed “yeah H I’d love to I’ll see you soon alright.” Hanging up the phone you began getting your shoes on as Leah looked at you confused “hey where are you going you told him an hour love.” You looked at Leah “I am not in the mood for this conversation right now I’ll see you in a few weeks ok.” Leah looked at you confused “but Y/n..” you shook your head “I’ll text you when I get there, I love you.” You kissed her goodbye before jumping in the car to head to Harry.

Harry to his kindness never asked which national team mate you where visiting simply talking about his up coming shows in New York titled “Harryween.” Before you both decided to watch a movie and just relax, we’ll try to relax you instead sat picking at your fingers thinking about your girlfriend who lived less than an hour away.

You hadn’t seen Leah in since you left her that night to stay at Harry’s but you had been talking daily trying to organise your schedules so you could drive down to London to spend time together only something always came up “sorry can’t do this weekend Arsenal girls are going out.” Or “sorry love not this weekend family thing, event I have to go to with Al, family night with the Arsenal.” The list went on and you felt yourself hating your hidden relationship more than before.

You where sat in your Mums house for a small family dinner, it was one of the rare occasions you all seemed to be in the same place as Harry was home, Gemma wasn’t working and you didn’t have a match. Harry cleared his throat before looking at you excitedly “so you know how my team and I came up with the plan to do HarryWeen.” You hummed in acknowledgment focused on cutting your roast potatoes “well my team checked your schedule for October and you’re free to fly out for it so.” You looked up at Harry “so what H.” Harry rolled his eyes “so will you come over to New York.” You looked at him eyebrows raised in surprise “I don’t know Harry I don’t know what the plans are for Halloween yet with the girls.” Truth was you had been hinting at Leah that you wanted to spend it with her “Invite them.” You nearly chocked on your dinner “what.” Harry nodded “invite the girls, even your national squad if you want.” You looked to your mum then Gemma “oh that would be lovely Ella, Alessia, Chloe and Alex. I agree darling invite them.” You sighed dropping your fork to rub your head, they would love to go you knew that but it was Leah you wanted to see not them. “Yeah I’ll ask.” As if on cue your phone rang as you flipped it over to see the photo of you and Leah staring back at you “sorry I have to take this I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Hey Le.” Leah sighed happily down the phone “god I miss you.” You smiled sitting on the stairs “I miss you too, what’s up are you ok.” Leah began talking about the match she had just finished playing a match you had recorded back in your apartment to watch later but nevertheless you sat happily listening to her talk about it. You began picking at the carpet as you worked up the nerve to ask “Hey Le.” Leah hummed softly telling you she was listening “Harry was just talking about his show in New York next month and eh well he said our schedules are free and asked if I wanted to invite some of the eh the girls over like you know El, Less, Chloe and Al and I was..well I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come over too you know to see him perform.” “Y/n.” Leah tried to speak but you couldn’t let her to scared of what she would say “I could introduce you this time like you wanted and you I mean you could even invite Kiera and Georgia that way it’s not just you so it’s less suspicious with the girls and all.” “Y/n” you hummed this time halting your speech “I would love to, I’ll text the girls now ok, Halloween with my girl in New York sounds cool.” You smiled happily “yeah.” Leah laughed “yeah.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you where holding “ok cool, ehm listen I have to get back to the table but I love you and I’ll text you later.” Leah laughed at how excited you sound “ok go on I’ll text the girls now and ask, I love you pretty girl.” You stood up on the stairs and squealed happily at the thought of Leah coming to New York with you as you went and sat back with your family. Harry laughed looking at you “what’s got you so happy.” You shrugged “New York.”

You had excitedly texted the girls that night asking if they all wanted to come to New York for the concert as well as a small shopping trip before texting them back when Harry said he was going to give you his jet for it before excitedly texting Leah “oh my god Le Harry said we can use his jet for New York.” Leah sighed looking at the text “cool.” You texted back immediately “maybe we could sit together, only if you’re comfortable with it.” Leah’s head shot up as her mum spoke “who’s texting you that you can’t listen to a word I’m saying.” Leah rolled her eyes “just one of the girls asking if I wanted to go to New York, I have to check.” Amanda hummed “which girl.” Leah shook her head “one of them god mum stop snooping.”

As the days grew closer to your departure date your family couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, it’s the first time they had seen you this excited in a while. The plan had been set weeks ago you, Ella, Less, Chloe, and Alex would all stay at your house and leave for the airport together and meet your Mum and Sister in New York, you had texted Leah the plan but she simply said she would stay at Kiera’s and that Georgia was going to stay with them.

You had all gotten up at 4 am happily getting yourselves ready for the airport texting Leah updates before squeezing into the car Harry had sent to get you. You shot one last text to Leah telling her you were leaving and that you would see her shortly. After arriving at the airport you all got on the plane and sat waiting patiently for the last three girls, it was a surprise for the rest of the girls who were coming. An hour later Ella groaned “Y/n we have been waiting for ages come on your other friends aren’t coming.” You looked down at your phone again, all your texts had been left on delivered since you got up and you had tried calling her 15 times but to no avail, finally it was when the captain came out that you agreed to leave.

Landing in New York you turned on your phone to see a text from Leah stating her and the girls had slept through their alarms and where so sorry but they arranged to get a flight that would land 6pm New York time. Sighing you got in the car to drive to the Hotel before leaving to meet up with your Mum and Sister at a restaurant. “Come on Y/n cheer up we made it and your friends are on the next flight out.” You nodded along to Chloe’s words “right ok yeah let’s go.” Sitting in the restaurant with your mum you couldn’t help but keep checking the time on your phone. “Hey im going to head to the airport to meet the girls arriving in I’ll meet you all back at the hotel ok.” The girls all wished you goodbye as you hoped back into the black Cadillac to the airport. You texted Leah “hey you never sent your flight details, I’m guessing T1 I’ll see you soon, I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but thank you for doing this I love you Le.”

You stood excitedly at the welcome gate ready to wrap your girlfriend in a hug before your other friends. You sighed checking your phone as it read 6:45 before googling flights arriving into JFK only to see that the 6pm flight had in fact landed already and they should have been out ages ago, shaking your head you decided to text Leah again “hey love, did you girls get lost??.” You decided this time to also text Kiera “hey Kie, did you guys get lost on the way out, where are u??.” You looked up as more strangers emerged from the airport but still couldn’t see the trio before looking back at your phone as it buzzed “Y/n wtf are you talking about get lost where.” You frowned in confusion before typing Keira back “Getting lost in JFK in New York, Leah said your guys flight landed at 6pm.” You watched as the bubbles appeared on screen “eh wtf why would I be in New York, Y/n are you sure you’re texting the right girl.” Your breath hitched as you stared at your phone “Keira where are you.” You felt tears begin to prick your eyes “I’m in Manchester, with Lucy, Leah hasn’t texted me in a few days.” You shook your head, deciding to call Leah but of course it went straight to voice mail, you let out a huff as you began to speak “Le, darling I’m..I’m not mad I promise I just…what’s going on..please Le..Keira said you never said anything to her about New York…I just..Le please call me..I’m sorry if I pushed you to fast just let me know your ok…. We can organise to see each other when I get back…I love you…Le god do I love you.” You hung up the phone before turning to head back to the driver.

You couldn’t wait for New York but now all you wanted was for this trip to end.

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thelighthousestale · 5 months

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Goodbyes and Surprise Greetings

[Ginny's brothers have abandoned her at the Burrow while they go to school or leave the country. But then she gets a surprise visitor.]

The final days of summer sun casted a warm glow over the Burrow as Ginny and her mum returned from King's Cross. The departure of her brothers to Hogwarts always put Ginny in a bad mood. Why couldn't she be older so she could go with them and play around the castle? Why did she always have to wait for everything? This year was worse than all the other years because this time Ron left her all alone for the first time in her life.

She stomped through the yard, making the chickens scatter as she approached. No more hunting for kelpies in the stream, no more games of gobstones, and no more reading the Adventures of Young Merlin together. The world suddenly seemed a bit dimmer and less fun without Ron.

Ginn decided the chickens were no fun either and walked up to the house. Dad had already left for work that morning so it was just Ginny and Mum in the house.

"Oh come, Ginny, cheer up!" Mum was back in her overstuffed armchair, knitting a sweater. "Why don't you write a letter to your brothers? If you send it now it will arrive in time for the welcome feast. I'm sure they'd appreciate that!"

Ginny nodded her head. Maybe she will write them the best letter ever and include some drawings of them all playing together! They will read it and miss her so much they'll come back to get her and take her back to school with them!

Ginny bounded up the stairs and into her tiny bedroom. A discarded ball of thread and beads on her desk caught her eye – the remnants of the friendship bracelet she had crafted for Ron. But he had dismissed it, claiming that only girls wore bracelets. Ron was stupid. Maybe she was glad he was away. She'll write a letter to the twins only, leave Ron out of it, that will make him jealous!

Determined to draw the best card for the twins, Ginny sat at her desk and pulled out her best crayons. She got them for her tenth birthday a couple of weeks ago. The drawing really was one of her finest works if she said so herself. She thought she captured the movement of Fred and George soaring through the air on broomsticks really well.

Her mother's voice called her for lunch, but Ginny, immersed in her artistic endeavor, continued adding little clouds to the parchment. She remembered what Charlie said about signing her name on her drawings, they'd be worth more with her name on them, so she got out her quill and signed her name in the corner when a knock on the door interrupted her creative flow.

Ginny swung open the door, her eyes widening in surprise as the familiar face of her eldest brother, Bill, greeted her. "Hey Ginny!"

"What are you doing here?" she squealed, unable to contain her excitement as she jumped on Bill, wrapping her arms around his neck in a big hug.

"I came to have lunch with my favorite sister. Except she seems to have locked herself in her room and hasn't joined us in the kitchen yet," Bill teased.

Ginny jumped down from Bill, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside. "But you live in Egypt! That's a long way for lunch!"

Ginny knew exactly how far away Egypt was because Percy had made her a special map when she wouldn't stop crying after Charlie left for Romania over the summer. On the map Percy had placed a heart sticker in the south of England to mark where she lived at The Burrow, a star sticker in Scotland where Hogwarts was, a rainbow sticker in Romania where Charlie was working with dragons, and a sticker of a tiny blue bird over Egypt where Bill lived. Bill's bird sticker was the farthest away from her heart sticker on the map that hung above her tiny desk.

"Today is a special day, though. I get to finally spend time with you without our annoying brothers," Bill replied with a grin, swinging his arm with hers.

"Really? You came all the home just to see me?!"

"Yep, I had to convince the bank to send me to England for a work trip though, I don't think they'd let me skip off work just to see you."

"Oh, so you'll be going to Diago Alley? Can you take me with you? Fred says there is a dragon that guards the gold at Gringotts. Can I see it?"

"Sorry, Ginny, I can't take you to see the dragon. Mum wouldn't like that one bit. But I can take you to get ice cream, we can have a special date tomorrow. How does that sound?"

Ginny clapped her hands. Bill was the best older brother for a reason.

"Are you working today?"

"Nope, I'm here to spend all day with you and I'll be staying here all week when I'm not working."

"So you can help me find kelpie in the stream?"

Bill gave out a chuckle, "I think the stream is too shallow for kelpie. But I am sure we can find some tiny fish to keep in a jar if you'd like."

Ginny beamed up at Bill's smiling face. She was so lucky, oh how Ron will be jealous when he finds out that she gets to spend a whole week with Bill without him! Looking back at her desk she saw the abandoned bracelet, she looked back to her brother and offered, "Bill, do you want a friendship bracelet?"

"I'd be honored," Bill said, kneeling down to let Ginny tie the beaded bracelet around his wrist. They had matching bracelets now. Maybe, Ginny thought, being the only one at home was going to be better than she thought.

#harry potter fanfiction #ginny weasley #bill weasley #ron weasley #weasley family

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mitsdriveswhere · 1 year

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Unique Gas Station Food

It was a news story about "Unique Gas Station Food."

Let me es'plain.

March 31st, 2021. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I remember it was a really crappy day at work. Like, I got to my car and immediately started crying, kind of crappy day. I had gotten into the habit of driving around town after bad days, but I was just not in the mood to slowly cruise around town. My first thought? Go get black-out-drunk. That was immediately shot down, I had work tomorrow. Second thought? Get an impromptu tattoo. Swiftly shot down.

Third thought? Get on the road and drive. Don't stop until you aren't upset anymore.

That seemed reasonable to me, so I got in the interstate and started driving south away from town, 80 miles an hour and still upset. I kept driving for around 30 minutes, at which point I was feeling better and was no longer crying. At that point, I was only about 15 minutes away from the next town over. I had been there before, as a kid, but had not been back in probably near a decade.

I remembered the nicest part of town was called the Riverwalk, so I looked out for signs until I found my way to it (I had yet to get data on my phone at that point). I found a free parking lot, got out, and started walking.

I walked down the Riverwalk, looking at restaurants, not really in the mood for anything I went by and certainly not in their expected income bracket. So I kept walking, until I left the Riverwalk and started heading into a cheaper part of town. The walk continued until finally I found myself in front of a sushi place, at which point I decided that sounded good, and went in.

It was nearly deserted, only two other people in the whole restaurant. I was seated next to the front window, and my food soon delivered out to me.

I sat there and ate in silence, for about an hour, texting my mum a picture of the menu to show her how far I had driven "for dinner". I finished with a full belly, returned to my car, and drove home.

It was a very pleasant evening, ending my day way better than it started.

I don't remember the exact day, but it was early April, 2021. I was working as a BHT, sitting with clients as they watched TV before therapy started. It was playing the morning news, something nobody was really interested in watching, but then a little local story came on, about "Unique Gas Station Food".

The story was exactly as it sounds, just a local news station talking about weird food you can get at gas stations around the country.

I made an off-hand, flippant comment, about how it would be cool if your entire job was just "Find Weird Food. That's it."

One of the girls watching agreed, jokingly saying I should do just that. She had been in the facility for a month at this point, and it was her second 'stay' with us. We had gotten to know each other fairly well, and she was pretty close with me in terms of staff.

I brushed her off, but she doubled down. Like, no, Mits. You should do it. Again, I brushed her off, that I obviously couldn't do that. And again, she was like. No. Mits. You have to live sometime, YOLO type deal. And she asked me, what's something you've always wanted to do for a long time but never did.

Well, my obvious answer was "skydiving". But I can't do that, because my dad said he would take me when I turned 21.

But Mits. You are 24.

That was true.

So he didn't take you. You should just go yourself.

One more time, I brushed her off. Yeah, sure, I'll look into when I get home.

No. Mits. Do it now. Live in the moment.

And you know?

Something in my head just kind of.... clicked. I can go all the way to another town "for dinner". I can schedule to go skydiving.

So I did. I got my phone out right then and there, we looked up local skydiving schools (? academies? idk) and I scheduled myself to jump out of an airplane.

April 29th, 2021. I jumped out of an airplane. It was amazing, no regrets whatsoever. It was the exact kind of exhilarating I imagined it to be. 5/5 would do again.

That was the start. That click. It was about a news story about "Unique Gas Station Food." My brain finally clicked that if I wanted to, I could just... go do it.

Skydiving? I can just do that.

Driving across the country by myself? I can just do that.

Driving to a tiny town in Canada because it has the same name as my cat and I think it'd be funny? I can, indeed, just do that.

#can't say her name obviously but hey i hope that girl is doing good #u helped change my life dude #the dumbest shit in the weirdest places #traveling #travel #road trip #driving #skydiving

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harrison-abbott · 9 months

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At Fair Velocity Down the Street

They told me I was getting laid off. Or rather – I hadn’t passed the trial period and they weren’t keeping me on. Either way, there was no salary anymore.

The woman who told me was this blonde fortysomething who spoke in this chirpy shrill way and she might’ve been announcing to me that she was just getting married or that she’d just gotten a new puppy for the family; or that she’d had cornflakes for breakfast that morning; or that she was watching the reality TV show last night and she was impressed by what happened with Mr Him and Miss She: it was delivered with such languid everyday glee.

I thought about some machine gun exit but I couldn’t be doing that. Was too old. For that kind of childish revenge mentality. So I made sure to get my mug out of the cafeteria and then I left the office building and suddenly I was outside on the street with the trams and wind and voices blowing about the area all at once.

My bus home was right there at the shelter. I ran for it. But just as I did its doors closed and then its entire hulk veered off down the road without me.

I pondered whether to go and load up on beer at the supermarket next to the shelter but didn’t think this a perfect idea and so I decided to walk home through the city instead. What I did have in my pocket was the sandwich I’d taken in for work. Humous cucumber tomato & onion.

The colleagues at work were always asking why I ate raw onions? How could I stand that? They took the mick out of me for being vegan (as did that blonde 40ish woman described above) a lot; alongside that other famous question of why I was vegan. Something which I’ve never understood or have taken to be politicised or offensive.

Whilst I was walking I dipped down into the city cemetery and the volume of the world decreased and I called up my father to see whether he had a bit of wisdom about my predicament.

“Hi Dad,” I said. I’d caught him in a bad mood already for when he spoke next.

“Hello?”

“How are you doing?”

“Sound. You?”

“I’m all fine. Well, all right …”

“What are you calling for Dominic?”

“I just wanted to speak. Is this not a good time?”

“I can’t give you any money at the moment, Dominic. I don’t see why I should have to keep giving you money. Why do I have to do that? It’s not fair. Not fair at all: and whenever you call me it’s because you need something or because you’re in trouble. I didn’t expect to have such a calamitous son. Jesus. When I was your age I was already way ahead of you. And what do I get out of it? Sick of these phone calls from you telling me about your awful life. You just need to learn to deal with it.”

I blinked and gulped and swallowed and listened to his heavy voice, and wondered whether I was still surprised by the things that came out of his tongue.

“Dad … I wasn’t calling you for money,” I ventured.

“You always call me for money.”

“We spoke just last week about films. I called you after I left the cinema, didn’t I? And we spoke about movies. Don’t you remember?”

“A one off.”

“Why are you being so mean?”

“What is it, son?”

“Oh. Forget it.”

“Well, you wake me up and you sound like you’re on some island of disaster and expect me to help you and then you won’t tell me what the issue is. What’s up?”

“It’s no worries, Pop. See you another time.”

I hung up whilst his voice still hammered the other side.

Well, that was a complete fail of a telephone conversation. When you have a fight with a mum or a dad there is often this massive inclination to take what they say imperiously as if they command the finest wisdom on the plant and that their slights and dogma makes you small and defeated and this was just how I felt after the end of the phonecall and there was a tram coming to me at fair velocity down the street and I thought about running in front of it and letting it mash me up and turn me to goo right there in front of these hundreds of people.

What would they say about me in the papers? There would ne no obituary-like content in the 50-word article in the local newspaper, or any obituary at all.

So I thought I would procrastinate from suicide before they had fifty words decent enough to say about me.

The tram passed by with its crimson blood colours and I crossed the street under the zappy electric wires and got to the other side and on that side there were a group of folks taking pictures of the famous castle which, indeed, perched so handsomely on the horizon; built eight hundred years back when threats of foreign invasion were so intense that they had to lock themselves into such a place and when the modern planet couldn’t be imagined by any great mind.

Back in those days when they tortured people whom they suspected of witchcraft … and one hoped that the stories of said torture methods you heard about in museums or in film references or gothic books weren’t accurate or were fictionalised. You don’t get how you could even do that to another person. And even somebody eight centuries back must’ve known that there was no such entity as Satan or the Devil: at least not in any sense of imminent threat.

I needed to pee.

Under the castle there were the city street gardens and within the paths through the meadows public toilets. I went in search.

A group of teens approached me on the path leading down to the park – eight of them and one of me – and a boy looked up and said some insult which I didn’t hear and then they all laughed and one of the other boys threw some sweets at my legs. Those mini gems (is that what you call them?) with the gelatine multicolour and some of them hit my shins and I wondered whether the pigeons nearby would be interested in them and eat them or if the birds didn’t go near that kind of ultra processed food or if indeed they ate them whether the mini gems would get stuck in their throats or cause cancer in their innards … wondered how long pigeons lived. What their life span was.

I got to the public toilet. One of the male cubicles had an OUT OF ORDER sign outside of it and so it blocked up the admissions and there was a queue of men standing around in the sun.

Three men. I stood at the back of the queue.

The man in front of me turned wen I approached. And he ogled me as we both waited. Then he finally said,

“Nice, day, huh?”

“It is indeed.”

“You look upset.”

I shrugged.

“Why are you upset?”

“I’m not.”

“Why you sweaty?”

“It’s hot.”

Somebody came out of the toilet. Looking furtive.

This man in front of me gave me a bad vibe. And I still really needed to urinate but the desire wasn’t great enough to stay there in his vicinity and so I moved off from him. He hissed the word “arsehole” under his breath as I fled. I walked over the fields were the kids were playing soccer or eating picnics and/or yacking and bitching, drinking, smoking, destroying their internal organs in that finest sanguine blind period of youth.

I dipped into the bushes that ran off from the main area next to the fences which looked on to the railway station. Into the nettles I pissed. Within the nettles there were discarded soda cans and an empty bottle of vodka and at one point a condom and for some reason a random playing card which was a Club of 8s.

Out of bushes I went after zipping up and I ascended the hill to the main street again and walked past the art gallery and up through the little cafes with their yellows and pinks and as I went I wondered how un-pretty they were inside; because I’d worked in places like those before and what looks like bliss and prettiness on the outside of a homely little restaurant is not what it’s like inside; the minimum wage and sweat and heat and the miserable ratty colleagues and the animosity concocted within that environment.

And the thought of working in a joint such as that again terrified me: it really did.

Then there was the government building. With its various flags. And security personal armed with guns and daftly lurking outside the big doorways.

I thought about running up to one of the men and stealing his gun off of him to see what would happen. How quickly it would take for them to shoot me down. That would certainly make the news. If it was about terror. Then no danger.

Past the govt structure and along the street there was a corporate fast food joint. And outside it this beggar, begging for money. He had white hair. And was asleep.

I tossed him the few coins that were in my pocket. He didn’t even wake up.

I moved on.

Away from the central street and up through the alleyways at the side. A band of seagulls were tearing at something inside an industrial bin (the bin bags being stacked too heavily inside and overshowing on the top of it). They raged and squawked and I was afraid to go near them. Gulls are wicked creatures. Almost as bad as people.

I passed the museum with its great cream coloured walls.

One time I went on a school trip to the museum and it was my first school trip when I was in P2 and so I would’ve been 6 years old and on the bus in to town I had a nosebleed. It was unprovoked and without physical impact: the nose just started bleeding. And when the classmates saw it they started screaming. The blood. It gave them this eruptive sense of glee. And the teacher came over to me. To hold my nose with her tissue. It wasn’t her tissue actually; she had a packet of them that smelled like perfume – and she was a very pretty lady with this long red curly hair.

“Did somebody hit you?” she said.

“No,” I responded.

“Why did your nose bleed then? Did you bash it?”

“No. I don’t know. Sorry.”

“It will be fine.”

And all of the other kids came over to me whilst we were in the atrium of the museum and asked me about the nosebleed. Then they lost interest when there was no fable. And went around looking in the murky aquarium and dinosaur quarters.

My coat pockets were filled up with bloody tissues and I asked the assistant teacher if I could go to the toilet and I did need to pee (again) back then but when I sat on the toilet I was too anxious to let it out of my bladder and so I popped the tissues into the toilet and they splotched up in the water with their red marks and they all seemed dangerous and things which needed masked and so I flushed the toilet and when I went outside it felt like I’d done something guilty.

Those were the only remaining moments of my childhood visit to the museum and it’s odd how memory works in belittled pencilled-in ways; as if there was no other content to the occasion or incident.

But, so what?

So what about any of my personal feelings, right?

I walked on home and passed around a thousand folk on my sights throughout the journey and it was hard to know where I stood as an entity throughout the spectrum or whether I had any status at all and it was embarrassing to be unemployed and it was hard to feel normal in any way and I had no friends to call to try and speak to my problem like I’d tried to with Dad and I only had my brain going tick tock tick tock tick tock tock tock all the way with every step and yet I was still too stubborn to just get the bus home and on I walked instead of making things easier.

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How I discovered sex True story part 53.

Fast forward 3 weeks and School started for the year. I was delighted to see I had Mr Phellps for maths again that semester. We had home room in the morning before classes started and my teacher called me over. She introduced me to this new guy Daniel and introduced us and explained to Daniel that I was new last year and hadn't been at the school that long so it might help having me show him round. Obviously my teacher knew I hadn't made many friends and might have been trying to help.

Daniel was short too, not as short as me but still short. About my build, short black hair, well dressed and like me had a slightly more feminine look compared to the local boys around here. Daniel was fucking gorgeous for a boy. He might have been the first boy I ever met that I actually looked at his attractiveness the same way I'd look at a girl. He was real cute. Like me his voice was a little softer and less blokey. We chatted and Ms Swanson had put Daniel in all the same classes as me so showing him around would be easy. We had English first up and Ms Swanson was our teacher as well as our homeroom teacher and she said why don't we take the class off to show Daniel around. We dumped our bags in our lockers and walked around and started chatting. I found out that he also came from Victoria and his old town was only 30mins from where I used to live. We hit it off straight away. He was funny, sarcastic and quick like me. The day went so fast. For the first time I was excited for school the next day.

I was in a great mood that night. I hung out with mum and Emma, helped out with Sarah till I decided to shower and went to bed.

Mum knew how much I hated the horrible school pants and got me a nice pair of Black Levi jeans instead and had prewashed them too. I excitedly put them on and dam they were a great fit. I decided going commando at school was a bad idea so I had underwear on my white school polo shirt on and my dark blue school jumper and my black Nike air max on........I looked fucking good if I may say, even mum and Emma said I looked great as I headed off to school.

When I got there, Daniel was waiting by my locker he too had black jeans on and looked GOOD! I noticed him eye me as we said hi and got our books and headed to homeroom and Ms Swanson seemed really happy to see us getting on so well. My other friends liked him and vice versa but Daniel and I really seemed to click.

At lunchtime he asked if I'd call him Danny from now on. We chatted with our group and after lunch we had maths. Mr Phellps seemed to avoid me but I didn't care. Danny and I were like two peas, it was scary how much we clicked. Danny said its like we were brought together for a reason.

Days passed and I was finally happy again for the first time in ages. We were chatting when we realised he knew my cousin Robby. Danny's mood seemed to change a little after that! I asked what was wrong and he seemed really reluctant to say. I asked what I'd done wrong clearly visibly upset and scared I was going to loose my new friend.

He asked if we could go somewhere quiet so we went to the library and sat by a table at the far end. We sat there and I asked again what I did? He said "you've done nothing wrong Jay it's just......" and stopped. He looked upset and scared now. I begged to know what's up. He said "if I tell you, do you promise not to ditch me and tell everyone?" I said "no way" he lent to my ear and said " I'm gay and people in my old town found out and made my life a living hell. You're cousin Robby knows I'm gay too so I'm freaking out" he also said "You're my best friend, the bestest friend I've ever had and I don't want you to go" he looked like he was going to cry. I was relieved that I hadn't done anything wrong and I lent over and whispered in his ear "it's ok Danny, I'm bi and no one knows so we are fine" Danny looked so relieved and things went back to normal and life was good.

When I got home, mum was out and I heard Emma moaning in her room, I knocked on her door with no answer, I opened the door and saw Emma naked from the waist down, headphones on and eyes closed, laying on her side and working a dildo in her arse! I quickly went to my room, stripped naked and ran back to Emma's room, my hard cock bouncing as I ran. I walked to the edge of her bed and just watched her! After a couple of minutes I reached out and touched her ankle startelling her, Emma opened her eyes wide before she realised it was me, smiled and pulled her headphones off and said "oh good it's you" I didn't reply I just climbed onto her bed, I moved her hand off her dildo, pulled it out and threw it on the floor, I layed on my side behind her and without saying a single word, I pushed my cock into her arse.

She was already stretched out so I was able to fuck her nice and easy right away. Emma moaned loudly and bucked her hips and butt into my cock. God she felt great. I try'd something new and reached over and stuck two fingers in her pussy and try'd my best to pound her pussy at the same time I fucked her arse. This drove her wild and she squirted all over my hand as her arsehole gripped my cock as it spasmed.

I cam in her shortly after that. Before we showered and we decided to start cooking diner to surprise mum when she got home. Emma sucked my cock in the kitchen just before mum got home.

A few days had passed. Danny and I were inseparable.

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joshuasearing · 5 months

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Tuesday 5th December 2023

Hey journal so yesterday started of by me relaxing at little bit as my family were going out to watch my little brothers school singing play and we had someone coming to see house to fix something so they needed me to listen out. Anyways whilst I relaxed for a little bit I also decided to have a shower very quick and play on my pc. Then after a couple hours my parents were back and my dad came in said the man has been trying to knock and ring the doorbell but got no answer. But the weird thing is I didn’t hear shit. Anyways luckily when my parents were coming back he was driving off and decided to turn back round as he saw my parents. Anyways after a while I decided to play some fornite with my youngest cousin Louis. We had a load of fun played against each other and also played some ranked. He also taught me some settings to use to make my game better so I tried them and I liked them. I also now play on a stretched resolution because of him. After this I came of and had my hypnotist session which went well and taught me some things. Then after this I got the bus and went to the gym. Once I was at the gym I did a push session. Then after a while I ended I joining a group of lads that were about 17 to 18 years old and joined there session which was nice. Also two of them are going to the same college I used to go to and doing the same course. After my gym session I walked home however my phone had been dead for a while so I was worried my parents were going to worry. It took me about a 25 minute walk to get home. Once I got home, I explained to my parents about what happened, then my dad said he was literally soon was going to come out to see if he could find me as they were starting to get worried. It did not help that before the gym I left the house in a bad mood as I figured out my dad took my mums car meaning I had to wait for the bus instead of a lift. After a while just before going to bed I spoke to Faith for a little bit and supported her as she as not been doing well recently according to herself.

Now for today, it started so bad it started with me not being able to get out of bed for hours and having to literally force myself out of bed so bad. Then once I got to work I was already about 2 hours late. At this point I was feeling angry with where i am in life and was getting so pissed off and fed up with life and also myself. So I ended up crying a little and speaking to a manager in the office. Then for the rest of the day work was ok however was stress like always it is never not stress. After work I ordered some food and my mum picked me up then we went home. Once I got home I finished my food off then my dad dropped me off to Chatham to go for a check up at the dentist. Once I got to the dentist my dad went to quickly go to he’s office as he had to sort out some work paperwork. However I was done really quickly meaning i had to wait around a bit for my dad. Whilst I waited I just got myself some food. I got myself a steak bake and realised I was still hungry. So then I decided to get a white chocolate cookie. After a while my dad picked me up and I got dropped of at the gym. Today I did a session on my own but I did a pull session and it was really good to be fair. I also saw a friend of my dad’s which my dad has known for years and I had a nice conversation with him for a bit. After my gym session I walked home and got MySpace cookie dough ice cream. Since I have been home I have had some food, watched some YouTube and also edited tiktoks. Anyways I will speak to you later journal, bye journal!

#daily journal #my hobby #journal

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ellie-e-marcovitz · 1 year

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April 1999 - Romania and Home

5 April 1999

Romanian Ministry of Magic

I was getting sick of meeting the floor like this. No doubt, I’d be a collection of bruises by the time I returned to Britain.

Picking myself up, I glanced at my watch, squinting to read the numbers. Fifteen after six. Maybe. The dim lighting made it difficult to tell. There appeared to be only maybe one or two people, at most, around. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what day it was; my brain was so scrambled from the extreme time shifts over the past few days.

I grabbed my bags, looking for a chair. Part of me, a rather large part at that, wanted to just leave. My magic was hinted that it would’ve been a very bad idea.

Finding a seat at the edge of the room, I tried to wrap my head back around the time shift. The lights brightened as my watch sluggishly moved past seven. It would have to be repaired, once I got up to the reserve.

I rubbed my eyes. Several more people had joined the others at the desks, clearly in the process of getting things together. It was another half-hour before someone noticed me and approached.

“Vin sau plec?” she asked, giving something of a berth.

“Excuse me?” I asked, not immediately recognising what she asked. What little Romanian I did know was exceedingly limited.

“Erm,” the assistant blushed, before switching to an accented English. “Are you arriving here, or leaving here?”

“Oh. Um, arriving.” I folded the large flour bag and stuffed it into my pocket. I manoeuvred my bags and followed the petite assistant over to the desk.

Paperwork sorted, I left the portkey office.

First stop, owl post the portkeys back to Paris and find Charlie. After finding my way out of the building.

Finding an apparition point, I focused on a nearby park. A gentle twist, the feeling of being pulled through a tube, and I appeared.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too busy. I pulled out my phone, and turned it back on. Hopefully it had survived with only minimal battery loss.

It was able to turn on, but only long enough to trade texts with Charlie. Meet me at the train station.

Another twist and I arrived with a small ‘pop,’ just loud enough to grab his attention.

“Hey!” he cheered, enveloping me in a hug, and I took in the smell of honeysuckle and grass.

“Hey yourself,” I grinned in return, feeling the warmth blossom from where he’d snuck a kiss. “How’s everyone?”

Most of the Weasleys had decided to visit for Easter, enjoying a low-key celebration. I still had some of the chocolate egg Mrs Weasley had sent, though it had been tough keeping my family from snacking on most of it in the first place.

He laughed, as we exited the station. “Everyone’s good. They’re leaving this afternoon, though the twins left late last night to open the store for today.”

“Understandable,” I noted, as we reached the edge of the parking lot. “Though not a bad day for inventorying. So who all came?”

“Mum, dad, Fred and George, Percy, Audrey came for a couple days, Ron and Harry came as well.” I raised eyebrows at the last person.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Heck of a time jump, even if it’s a couple hours.”

“Worked though.” A mischievous smirk played on his face. “Ready to go?”

I took a deep breath. “Yep.” I pulled my luggage close and took his hand.

Another twist, a very tight tube, and we appeared in front of an intricately carved gate, including several hidden dragons. He held up his wand.

“La ordinal dragonilor!” he called out, and the gates creaked open, revealing the reserve. It was still a suitably dramatic welcome, despite the years since I’d seen it.

“Follow me,” he said, voice dropping back to normal. He, very kindly, carried my suitcase as we traipsed our way over to the cabins. I noticed that he seemed a little jumpy, and making sure I was close.

Granted, we were at the edge of a dragon habitat, one of the small enclaves of huts on the reserve, but I wasn’t much in the mood to wander off at the moment. So it seemed really odd.

Reaching the cabin at the end of the row, we made our way up to the porch.

Entering, we were besieged by the remaining Weasleys, and I was wrapped in a variety of hugs, ranging from an all-encompassing bear hug (Mrs Weasley) to an awkward side hug (Percy). Audrey’s was particularly enthusiastic, considering we hadn’t been able to meet up in the weeks since my birthday.

I also caught a glimmer from a certain piece of jewellery.

We settled into spots at the table, enjoying the warm conviviality as Mrs Weasley set a plate down in front of me. I silently ate as much as I could, though I passed the still half full plate to Charlie. I was still mentally in New Zealand.

There was a flurry of activity after everyone finished eating. Items gathered, bags packed, clothing fussed over. Audrey and I chatted some, while she and Percy finished up their packing.

Hugs exchanged, Charlie had one last surprise before his parents left. He pulled out a very familiar deep blue velvet box that I’d seen quite a bit over my childhood, and marvelled at the moonstone studded ring sitting inside of it.

I felt myself tearing up in surprise. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was the time zone jumping I’d been doing. Either way, I barely felt Audrey helping me into the nearest chair.

“How-?” was all I managed to breathe out. He gave a smirk.

“Eleanor Marcovitz,” he started, his voice formal. “Will you marry me?”

That was all he needed to ask. All I could do was nod furiously, trying to keep the tears from spilling over.

“Of course,” I managed, sticking my hand out. Ring placed, we collided in a kiss as cheers filled my ears.

The rest of the day, really the rest of the week, was a blur. We helped the other Weasleys on their way back to Bucharest, before I settled in for the rest of the week.

Which was its own blur: a mix of relaxing in the sun, exploring the capital, finishing up grading the last of the lab reports, and dancing, if you will.

I suspected Mrs Weasley was already starting to plan another wedding, alongside Percy and Audrey’s, for us. I silently hoped that theirs was occupying her enough so she wasn’t, just yet.

How Charlie had gotten the ring also came out during the week. Apparently, he’d been plotting this for a better part of a year, ever since we visited New Zealand, if not before then. Mum had owled him the ring at Christmas.

Lab reports graded, classes planned and a handful of notes for the final later, it was time to return to Britain.

I had owled the portkeys back to France, complete with a note of thanks, and leaving the date of return to me. Not that I wanted to try and appariate back to Britain, but short of an unauthorised portkey, I saw no other option.

The ring box ended up coming in handy, to where I didn’t have to directly deal with the Romanian Ministry again.

London, 10 April

It did, however, mean I portkeyed to the British Ministry, though allowing me to see some of the changes implemented since the end of the war.

And directly into Percy’s new department, the Department of Magical Transportation. Much to Percy’s annoyance and all the hoops that he could possibly make me jump through.

I suspected this was some kind of test on his part. Not that I blamed him. It had to be one of the oddest things to go through.

Finally able to escape from the ministry, I made my way back to Leicester by late evening, where I was greeted by Jane, Stephan and Rachel, all ecstatic about the news from Audrey.

Yes, this was going to be quite the adventure.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

- If you'd like more from dad!harry verse - check out my masterlist! (pinned post)

- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

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A small little angsty blurb of harry having to deal with a moody child for the first time! enjoy!

Being a dad is something harry has always wanted.

It’s something he’s dreamt about. So when he met you, it was like fate. You two had met at a museum, Y/N was doing the tours and harry was new to town. Harry had been looking for a home for quite a long time and finally found a good one. The only downside was it was in a small village — or maybe it was good. When Harry first moved, he realised everyone in the village knew everyone. So when Harry permanently moved in, he was the talk of the town.

It died down after a few weeks, but he felt like a proper celebrity.

After finding a job in a local café, Harry went exploring and came across Y/N’s small museum. It was nothing fancy, but it looked like the town came together and put this museum up with historical facts about the village. It was something super special, and harry was glad he got to be apart of this.

When he first saw Y/N, his heart practically burst out of his chest. Harry bit his lip and his eyes widened as she turned around from behind the desk. Her long hair was in neat braids, and she was wearing this beautiful yellow sun dress. Y/N had paint on her hands and arms and a flower tucked behind her ear. There was one word to describe Y/N and that word was; perfect.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before” Y/N asked with a big smile, maybe because she was so excited a new person was here or because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I moved here two weeks ago. You’re the first person to have an actual conversation with me” Harry said leaning against the wall. Y/N shook her head and took the flower out of her hair placing it on his harry coat pocket.

“Well, aren’t you lucky?”

And Harry was.

After asking her on a date he knew she was the one. Y/N is kind, selfless and so funny. He found is other match. On the third date, Y/N seemed nervous. Like she was itching to tell him something. Harry then started to get anxious, thinking this is it, this is the time she breaks up with me. So the night was tense, everyone felt it. When dinner was over, Harry drove you back to his and opened up a bottle of wine trying to ease the tension a little.

“I… I have to tell you something” Y/N said and put the glass of wine on the table. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the worst.

“I have a kid”

A kid?

Harry started to laugh.

“Baby, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me?” He giggled and Y/N nodded looking down at her feet. Harry sighed and placed his wine on the table, then lifting Y/N into his lap placing both of his hands on her cheeks.

“I do not care if you have children, Y/N. I like you and whatever comes with you. Tell me about them”

Y/N’s child is a boy, River, fours year old and a total sweetheart. He’s so smart and has the best manners. His dad is still in the picture, but he works a lot so he doesn’t get to see River as much as he’d like to. But there’s no bad blood between Y/N and River’s dad, the relationship just didn’t work out. But Y/N’s glad she’s gotten a second chance, because she’s found her soulmate. Some people aren’t ready to take on that role, and she’d never put anyone in that position unless they 110% ready for it. She knows River will absolutely love Harry.

Harry knew about River now, it was like a weight had lifted off of Y/N’s chest and she could fully relax now.

She wanted Harry to meet River as soon as possible, but she needed to wait it out a bit just in case something were to happen. She doesn’t want to introduce them and only for her and Harry to break up in a couple of weeks. It would be too confusing for everyone, so Harry and River didn’t meet until two months after Harry and Y/N made it official. Y/N had been dropping hints for those months, and River seems to like his dad’s girlfriend, so she thought now was the right time to do it.

“Hi buddy! I’m Harry” Harry introduced himself, giving River the teddy bear he picked up on the way here. Y/N smiled to herself as River hugged Harry. That surprised Harry a bit, but he quickly reciprocated the warm hug with a huge grin.

“You and mumma are together like daddy and Sandra?” River asked and Harry looked up to Y/N, she nodded.

“Yeah, we are together. Is that alright with you?”

River smiled and nodded, “Only if you watch Toy story with me.”

As time went on, River got more comfortable with Harry and vice versa. He didn’t call him dad or anything, nobody would force him to. But they do have special nicknames for each other and River once called Harry his best friend — which totally melted Y/N’s heart.

Harry is a such a great step dad. Y/N could ask for anyone better. He constantly supports Y/N and River in everything, and is just the best person to be around.

Harry and Y/N got married two years into their relationship when River turned six.

It’s been a tough year for River, since he just started school and is finding it hard to make friends. Y/N has talked to the school and they’ve said that this is very normal, and they’re going to encourage him and look after him every step of the way. Y/N has been looking for play therapists for days, but she’s still not sure on the idea.

But River has been acting out. Taking it out on Y/N and not being very nice to her. Harry hates it, he’s tried to tell him off in the nicest way possible, but he’s just not cut out for being bad cop. Usually Y/N says she can handle it, and she does.

But today was different.

After dropping River off at school Y/N and Harry decided to go out for brunch. Y/N hasn’t been herself with River in a mood, so Harry wanted to treat his wife to something nice. Something to cheer her up a little.

“Nice to see you smiling,” Harry said kissing her temple.

“Just worried about him. He’s never been like this before.”

“How about I talk to him? Tell him his behaviour is unacceptable. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” Harry said and Y/N sighed pecking his lips.

“His dad is away on a work thing, so I guess me and you and can talk to him together? I just don’t want him to think this behaviour is ok, but I just wish his dad was here more often” Y/N stressed, Harry pulled her chair closer to his, placing both of his hands on her cheeks calming her slightly.

“We’ll talk to him after dinner. Together.”

And so dinner finally came and Harry was a little nervous, he’s not going to lie. Usually if Rivers being bold Y/N handles it, but he’s not usually like this — but they get it, going to big school is a huge change. River just needs to know his behaviour is not acceptable, but if he ever needs to talk about anything then they’ll be here.

“River, Harry and I need to talk to you.” Y/N said as River tried to disappear up to his room.

River shrugged and continued to walking.

“Buddy, your mums talking to you” Harry said placing a hand on Y/N’s hand. River pouted, but still stood in his spot. “Why don’t you come back over and sit with us?” Harry said and River shook his head. Y/N sighed placing a hand on her forehead, blinking away the tears.

“Fine, we’ll do this here then.”

“There’s something going on with you and we want to help. Your behaviour has been unacceptable the last couple of weeks. We just want to know what’s going on, ok? Mummy and Harry are here to help.”

River groaned and walked towards the table. “I don’t want to talk.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk to us right now. But you need to know that you can’t be cheeky with us like that anymore. It’s upsetting, River. If it keeps going on, they’ll be punishments and you don’t like them do you?” Y/N said trying to reason with him.

River was having absolutely none of this. Harry could tell. He didn’t want to get in the middle of Y/N’s parenting, but he didn’t want them to fight or end up saying something they’d regret.

“Riv, we just want to help-“

“Stop talking to me, you’re not even my real dad. You’ll be out of here in no time” River yelled, running out of the room.

It was quiet and Harry let out a little laugh, Y/N placed a hand on his and started to profusely apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, you were just trying to help I get that. I’m so sorry”

Harry shook his head and sighed, “He’s right, i’m not his real dad. Was just trying to deescalate the situation. Bad move on my part” Harry said throwing the napkin on his plate.

“No, this is not on you. You did the same exact thing I would’ve.”

Y/N went to move, but harry put his hand in the air. “He’s angry, let’s just leave him for a bit. Let him calm down, then i’ll go talk to him.”

“You’re a good dad, Harry.” Y/N said kissing his forehead before bringing the plates over to the sink.

Harry let River calm down for about 30 minutes and then made Y/N a cup of tea. He didn’t like her being so anxious. After that, he made his way upstairs to Rivers room. The door had a note on it saying “Harry and mummy keep out”. He laughed to himself, before knocking on the door. There was a small grumble, so harry let himself in and leaned against the door frame. River was playing with his toys like nothing happened.

“Wanna play with me Harry?” River asked passing him a toy.

Harry sighed and sat down next to River.

“You know what you said really hurt my feelings?” Harry said and River pouted.

“And you’re behaviour has really upset mummy. Made her cry.” Harry said and River put down his car toy. “Just don’t like the school. Makes me nervous.” River said and Harry nodded placing the boy in his lap.

“And why does it make you nervous?”

“Because no one wants to be my friend, Harry.”

Harry sighed and kissed Rivers head.

“You know, me and mummy are going to go up to the school and yell so loud at the teachers” Harry joked and River giggled into harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry i said you’re not my real dad. You are my dad.” River said and Harrys eyes filled up with tears.

“I love you, River”

“Love you too”

“Now let’s go give mumma a kiss before she gets jealous.”

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Keep Me Warm - F.W

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Fred Weasley X Fem Reader

Requested/About: Fred and Y/N move into their new flat, Fred soon realises that his neighbours are crushing on his girlfriend, Y/N. One evening, he's tired of having to explain that you're his, so he makes it clear in another way.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mention of eating, smoking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, jealous Fred, swearing.

Prompt 106: "Be careful" he warned you, fucking you faster "you know how bad I want to knock you up."

Prompt 117: "That's it, baby! Moan my name, tell me how good it feels as I fuck you!"

"That's the last box!" you beamed up at Fred, standing at the bottom of the stairs, excited to finally get settled into your flat.

Fred peered over the stairs and smiled at you, looking proud and accomplished; finally able to start a new chapter as a husband and wife.

"Shall we get everything unboxed?" he asked, his smile widening - turning into a grin.

"As long as we start with the bed first." You smirked.

The front door behind you opened, two young men walked through, they looked like brothers, they closed the door behind them and you could smell the tobacco on their clothes.

"Sorry!" you went bright red "I hope I'm not being too loud."

Fred walked down the stairs slowly, staring at the two brothers who were eyeing you up and down.

"Not at all" the man held out his hand "I'm Stewart."

"I'm Y/N" you smiled back, shaking hands with him "This is my husband, Fred."

Stewart raised his eyebrows, but still shook hands with his new neighbour.

"Husband? You look a little too young to be married."

Fred bit his tongue, he didn't judge them - yet they were already judging you. What did it matter to them if you were married or your age? It's none of their business.

"We've been together since high school" Fred interrupted "Been together ten years now."

Stewart nodded, then introduced his brother Steven who couldn't take his eyes off you, staring at your breasts and behind.

"It's lovely to meet you" he smiled, he then turned to face Fred "it's nice to meet you, Fred."

Fred quickly ushered you upstairs, refusing the offered help from the brothers who were eager to help you unpack. He carried the last box up the stairs, slammed the door with his foot and set the box on the floor, he looked slightly ticked off.

"You okay Freddie?" you asked softly, pulling out a vase from the box, placing it on the kitchen counter.

Fred grumbled and pulled out his wand, waving it, your furniture sliding across the room, the bed pulling together, the plates and dishes flying into the cabinets and your books speeding across the room, landing, and sitting comfortably on the bookshelf.

"Hey!" you frowned "you promised me no magic."

Fred walked towards you and planted a soft kiss on your head "sorry, love." he said softly "I'm just a bit pissed off, that's all."

You placed your hand against his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb "ignore them" you sighed "it's not like they're next door."

If only you knew, unfortunately, the brothers did live next door - and they couldn't help but spend the entire afternoon making a dessert pie for you - of course, they would express it being for both you and Fred, but that was bullshit, they didn't care about your husband.

"Ten years with the same guy, how miserable," Stewart said, pulling the pie out of the oven.

"Fred!" they heard you giggle through the walls "Give me that back!"

Steven looked at his brother and shrugged "I don't know, she sounds pretty happy to me."

"Well, she could do much better." Stewart grabbed a postcard with sunflowers standing up tall in the sun, he scribbled a note on the back.

"That I agree with." Steven laughed, he pulled out a cigarette "going out for a smoke, you coming?"

Stewart shook his head "I'm good, going to take this round."

Steven nodded, your laughter and Fred's broke through the walls, "I'll see you afterwards then."

Fred chased you around the room with the feather duster, trying to tickle you, you were starting to get out of breath and stopped in your tracks forming a 'T' with your two hands.

"Time out!" you wheezed "Time out!"

Fred lifted you into his arms, pecking kisses all over your neck "Time out? We were just getting started."

Before Fred could continue, a knock rapped at the door, Fred put you down and walked over to the door, looking through the peephole.

"Fuck sake" he mouthed.

You walked over and looked through the hole, Stewart stood there with the pie in the glass tray.

"Oh Freddie" you whispered "he's just being nice."

You pushed in front of Fred and opened the door, Stewart looked up and smiled at you, Fred stood behind you and didn't bother to hide his sour expression or glares.

"Hope you don't mind me bringing this for you both tonight" he smiled "Apple pie, hope you like it."

"I prefer my mums" Fred interrupted.

You rolled your eyes and took the pie from Stewart, inviting him inside and putting the kettle on, remembering to keep your wand inside your pocket. Cutting the pie into slices, you plated them up and set the three plates down on the table, sitting with your annoyed husband and eager neighbour.

"So how did you know which number?" you asked, taking a bit out of the delicious pie.

"We're next door actually!" Stewart beamed, this flat has been empty for months, seeing you move in made us realise someone finally decided to rent the place."

Fred gritted his teeth, he hated Stewart, he hated the pie, the fact that he was next door - he couldn't bring himself to engage in conversation, he couldn't anyway - Stewart was only interested in you.

The rest week didn't turn out how you expected since moving into your own place, Fred spent more time at work, and would be in the foulest mood when he came home, he couldn't stand being next door to a man who became infatuated with you, who was pushing his luck and went too far one evening which kickstarted the worst argument between you and your husband.

"Why does it matter?!" you yelled back, draining the bath of its water.

"Can't you understand?" Fred hissed "He's in love with you!"

"He's just being nice!" you picked up your towel, drying yourself before wrapping it around your body "You're never here anymore! You're always at work and when you come home you treat me like shit!"

"He's trying to fuck you!" Fred shut the bathroom door so you couldn't leave "I'm away from home because I can't stand him, I can't stand you getting close to him."

"Fred-"

"No, Y/N, I've tried and he just doesn't get it. He wants us to argue, he wants you all to himself!"

You rested against the tile wall, staring up at your husband as his soft hand pushed the stray hairs out of your face.

You realised that Fred was right - there was a reason Stewart only came to visit when Fred was working, why he showered you with kind desserts and sweet notes, and how his obsession with you had caused Fred to become so distant within the past few weeks.

You placed your index finger against your lips, shushing your husband "he'll be able to hear us" you whispered.

Fred nuzzled his nose into yours, kissing your neck softly, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"And I know he's listening," Fred whispered back.

You dropped the towel to the floor, exposing your naked body, Fred lifted you up into his arms, you wrapped your legs around him and giggled as he carried you into the bedroom, he sucked on your nipple softly, circling his tongue around it. You moaned out softly, he slowly lowered you onto the bed.

Fred pulled his mouth from your nipple, slowly planting wet kisses down your warm body, reaching your navel, he spread your legs and planted a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to moan out a little louder than you meant - Fred looked up at you and smirked.

"Don't be quiet now" he growled "I want them to hear you."

Fred slowly dragged his tongue over your clit teasingly, you looked down at his hard dick poking through his trousers.

"I want you, Freddie." you breathed staring at his hard-on "Please."

Fred licked his lips, pulling off his shirt, then unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his zipper. You tried to sit up but Fred pushed you back down, shaking his head, you stared at his cock poking through his boxers, he finally pulled them down and his erection slapped against his lower stomach.

Pulling in to kiss you passionately, Fred stroked his cock and pulled out the lube from the bedside table, pulling away to lather it on his cock, which he stroked against your pussy teasingly.

Fred sat on the end of the bed and summoned you over to him with his index and middle finger, you crawled over to him and sat down on him slowly, facing away from him, reverse cowgirl, but your feet were on the floor - you stared at your husband through the mirror.

His hands gripped onto your waist, his hard cock now pushing inside of you, your eyes closing shut and your jaw hanging open for a moment as you adjusted to his length and the feeling of him stretching you out.

Fred's left hand let go of your waist and gripped your hair, pulling you down as you leant forward. Grinding on your husband, his soft moans filled the bedroom - but he stopped you - he didn't want Stewart to hear how good you made him feel, he wanted to fuck you so hard that your moans had Fred's name all over it.

Your husband started to buck his hips faster, pounding into you, your moans and the slapping noises filling the bedroom and spilling into next door.

The feeling of him reaching deeper inside of you, his right hand on your waist and his left in your hair sent shivers down your spine, biting your lip you remembered what he said, and didn't stop yourself from moaning out loud.

"Fuck!" you panted heavily, watching Fred through the mirror "You feel so good, Freddie!"

Fred grunted, pushing you onto the floor, the palms of your hands resting against the wooden floor, now in doggy style, your husband pushed his cock deeper inside you, this position bringing you more pleasure.

"Fred!" you wailed "Fred!"

"That's it, baby! Moan my name, tell me how good it feels as I fuck you!" Fred panted, your walls tightening around him, his cock throbbing at the thought of Stewart knowing that you belonged to no one else but him.

"It feels so fucking good!" you wailed "You're so deep inside me!"

Your husband picked up speed, your palms and knees pressing deeper into the wooden floor, your juices coated Fred's cock, as did the lube, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

Fred continued to pant, his forehead and body covered in beads of sweat, the sight of your body and the sound of your moans, the feeling of your walls strangling his length pushed him closer to the edge; both of you were having the time of your life, and Stewart knew it.

Stewart sat in the kitchen, his face red, an expression flashed like he had been slapped in the face, he hated Fred, he hated that he was fucking you - owning your pussy - making you feel better than anyone else ever could.

Sensing that Fred was close, his cock throbbing inside of you, you pushed your arse out and spread your legs further so Fred could watch his juice throated cock fill you up. You could feel your climax reaching closer, the pressure in your tummy building up.

"Y/N" Fred groaned "You're so fucking tight-"

"I-I'm cumming!" You wailed, the pressure in your stomach bursting.

"Cum for me baby!" Fred yelled, so next door could hear.

Your cum flowed down Fred's length, he couldn't keep up much longer, and the sight of your pussy in this state was sending him over the edge.

"Be careful" he warned you, fucking you faster "you know how bad I want to knock you up."

You chewed on your lip, the pleasure increasing, your moans getting louder.

"Cum inside me" you begged "Please!"

Your begging pushed Fred to the edge, before he could pull out he released himself deep inside of you, filling you up.

“Don’t move” you breathed “keep me warm.”

Whilst you and your husband climbed down from your climax, Stewart had his head in his hands, feeling frustrated that his plan didn't work out. Luckily for you, this was enough to send him packing.

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my patient’s neighbour [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

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Harry Potter x Female!Reader: Demons

Summary: That boy’s definitely possessed by something: a bad attitude.

Rating/Warnings: T (sexual references, suggestive language, references to possession, yelling at one’s significant other, CAPSLOCK!Harry, references to unhealthy family relationships; set during canon events of Order of the Phoenix)

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Demons

Christmas with the Weasleys just didn’t feel the same that year as it had previously. The problem was not that that you all weren’t staying at the Burrow. Grimmauld Place actually looked sort of grand after Sirius spent so much time and effort into putting up decorations. The issue was not that Mr. Weasley could not be there either. He would make a full recovery, and in the meantime, he was close enough for you all to visit frequently. Nor were you troubled by the fact that Voldemort spent every day inching his way closer to drastically changing your way of life. This had been true for months; you could do nothing more to stop it now than you could before. No, you knew exactly what the problem was, and it had nothing to do with any of that. What it did have to do with was the teenage boy stewing several floors above your head.

“Maybe you should try talking to him,” Ginny suggested.

The two of you bent over the basement kitchen sink. Her arms were elbow deep in the sudsy water her mother had conjured before leaving you both to chores. It was not the first time Ginny had brought up the idea that night, and her doing so once more caused a prickle of irritation to work its way up your spine.

“Maybe you should try talking to him,” you retorted—also not for the first time that night.

“Me? Why me?”

“Maybe because you have some firsthand experience of what he’s going through?”

“Might be going through. I still don’t think he is. And sure, me popping by to discuss my own possession will be of great comfort to him.” You could practically hear her rolling her eyes as she passed you a plate to dry. “Something tells me that after all this, he’d much rather see you.”

“What am I supposed to do to cheer him up?”

“I can think of a few good ways,” she said suggestively.

“Ginny!”

“What? You’re his girlfriend! There are lots of things you can do that I can’t. Sometimes mutual misery just doesn’t cut it. At least go up there and see if he’ll talk to you, won’t you?”

For a long moment, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. Ginny acted as though talking to your boyfriend was so simple when nothing was simple when it came to Harry Potter. You’d rushed over here as quickly as you could once you received the news of his and the Weasleys’ departure from Hogwarts, but after all of you had seen Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo’s and overheard what you’d overheard…well, you’d pretty much decided to leave him to his mood. He seemed to prefer its company to yours these days anyway.

“But if I leave, who is going to finish drying the dishes?” you asked in a falsely innocent voice.

Ginny snorted, flicking water at you. “I will.”

“Your mum isn’t going to like that.”

“She’d rather someone find out what Harry’s thinking right now. If she shows up, I’ll handle her. Just go.”

It was with great reluctance that you set down your damp dish towel. You really didn’t want to leave, not only because you had a pretty good idea of how Harry would greet you, but also because you hated to disobey Mrs. Weasley. She was like the mother you’d never had—especially since your real mother was being so nasty to her after you’d decided to come here for the holidays instead of to your own home. Ginny’s expression twisted as she watched you dither, though, and you knew you’d regret it if you didn’t get a move on. She could be quite dangerous even when neither of you was allowed to use magic.

Climbing up the stairs led you to the entry hall, which was eerily silent. No surprise there. The only reason you noticed was because Sirius had taken to humming Christmas carols so often lately. He must have been in an Order meeting with the rest of the adults. You saw that the door to the living room was shut, and that Fred, George, and Ron were all sitting around outside it with a collection of (thus far unused) Extendable Ears. Both twins waved at you, a gesture you returned. Ron, on the other hand, just looked miserable. He was probably worried about Harry, too.

Without stopping to chat, you climbed up the rickety stairs until you reached the landing that held Ron and Harry’s bedroom. No sounds issued from within. You hesitated, then screwed up enough courage to knock on the door.

“Harry? Are you in there?”

There was no answer. You grasped the old knob. It wouldn’t move an inch in either direction. Locked. Of course.

“Harry?” You rattled the knob in your hand. “Okay, Harry. I know you’re in there. You can either let me in, or I’ll magic the door open. Your choice.”

Despite your put-on bravado, you pulse fluttered in your palms. You really dreaded finding out what lay in the room beyond. When had Harry become such an object of terror for you? It hadn’t used to be that way. When he’d asked you out between the second and third tasks of the Triwizard Tournament the year before, you’d been over the moon. Something had changed about him this year, though. He’d become a lot more prone to fits of pique, and being his girlfriend didn’t seem to change anything about how eager he could get to start fights with you.

Minutes crawled by with no sign of anything stirring just a few inches away. Probably the smart thing to do would have been to go downstairs and tell Ginny that you’d done what she’d ask you to: You’d tried. Harry clearly didn’t want to talk to you. Truth be told, you weren’t all that eager to have him scream at you that evening either, not after the Howler you’d received from your mother that afternoon.

You made to turn back the way you’d come. Just before you took the first step down, the door pulled open an inch.

“What do you want?” asked the single emerald eye glittering in the crack.

“To see you,” you answered. “May I come in?”

Another surprise: Harry stepped aside and threw the door open just far enough for you to slip inside past him. Your eyes needed a few seconds to adjust to the dark. Once they did, you were relieved to find your surroundings looked like any other room shared by a couple of teenage boys. Then you blinked. It had only been a few hours. What was Harry supposed to have done? Not cleaning for a day or so wasn’t going to make this place look worse this his dormitory back at Hogwarts…though admittedly you’d only been in there a couple of times.

“Well?” he prompted you.

His irritated voice got your attention quickly. You stopped looking around for signs of decay at once. “Well, what?”

“You’ve seen me. Was there anything else you needed?”

Sometimes you really did wonder where that sweet guy you’d had a crush on since first year had gone. You knew delaying answering him would only make him more angry, but you couldn’t help taking some time to check the portrait on the wall for any signs of life. Having Phineas Nigellus lurking around put a damper on most conversations.

“He’s not here,” Harry said.

“Who’s not here?” you asked, in the same innocent voiced you’d used on Ginny earlier.

“I’ve already had a chat with Phineas. Don’t get too excited, though. He’ll still be listening.”

A polite, distant cough that belonged to neither of you drifted through the air. Apparently Harry was right. Well, at least you hadn’t planned on getting into any serious snogging sessions while you were there. That you’d been allowed entrance was miracle enough. Judging by the bitterness in Harry’s tone, you didn’t think you’d be sticking around long enough to try sticking your tongue in his mouth anyway.

“So,” you drew the word out, clapping your hands in front of you as you did, “how are you?”

Harry stared at you. “How am I?” he echoed. “How am I? How the hell do you think I’m doing?”

“Well…I don’t. Which is why I came up here to ask you. Certainly not because Ginny practically threatened me with physical violence if I didn’t come up here to ask you. Because, just to be clear, as your girlfriend, it is my job to check up on your mental well-being from time to time.”

“I don’t need you to check on my well-being.”

“Oh, Harry. Don’t be stupid.”

Red crept into his cheeks. You really shouldn’t have been pushing his buttons like that, especially since he was already raising his voice a decibel or two with each turn of conversation. How could you be expected to help it, though?

“Stupid, is it, to want you all to stay safe?” he asked.

“We are safe.”

“Was Mr. Weasley safe when I bit him while he was on duty? Do you think he feels better knowing I’m still out here, free, where I could bite him again? Where I could bite Mrs. Weasley? Or Ron?”

“Mr. Weasley isn’t worried about that because it’s a mad thing to worry about!”

“Maybe you should leave.”

You blinked. It was as kind a dismissal as he was capable of offering. Merlin knew you’d had a lot nastier ones hurled at your back over the course of the year. If you were smart, you’d bow out now. Ginny could try her hand at talking some sense into the boy—or maybe Hermione. But you just couldn’t do it. Not after everything else that had happened. Not after all those nasty dismissals. Looking Harry straight in the eye, you very pointedly and primly sat down on one of the vacant beds.

“No,” you said.

“No?”

“No. I’m not going to leave.”

“[Name]—”

“Don’t use that tone of voice with me, Harry. I’m sick and tired of only being around when you find it convenient. Whatever is going on in that head of yours, I have the right to know. I’m your girlfriend. So you’d better tell me, unless you want Ron giving you a horrible time later when I refuse to go to my own room.”

His expression twitched, like he wasn’t sure whether he found you amusing or exasperating. Then he looked away and rubbed the back of his hair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Funnily enough, I got that much from you holing yourself up in here all day. Harry,” you said this gently, “come on. Do you really think you’re being possessed by Voldemort right now?”

“Does it matter? It could happen at any minute. And then—”

“And then?” He didn’t answer. “Okay, fine. We won’t talk about it. Can I say just one thing?”

“You will even if I say no.”

“Even if you are possessed by Voldemort, I don’t care.”

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care,” you said again, “and I never will.”

“Now who’s being stupid?”

“Harry, come on.”

“No, [Name]! Just listen to me!”

“Only if you quit raising your voice like that.”

He opened his mouth as he hunched his shoulders up around his ears. Then he seemed to think better of yelling any louder than he already had. Wouldn’t want Fred and George to apparate in and rescue you like they had last time, after all. A few seconds of struggling with himself finally got Harry to the point where he could breathe out, relax, and speak normally:

“If I’m possessed by Voldemort—if there’s even the slightest chance that’s true—I could hurt you.”

Your first instinct was to remind Harry that he accomplished that just fine on his own. Every single time he started ranting and raving at you, in particular about how you and his other friends were letting him down, he hurt you. But things had been harder than usual for him lately, and you knew the right thing to do was not to fire back at him in retaliation.

Unfortunately, what popped out of your mouth instead was, “Well, if you’ve decided to break up with me, why don’t you go ahead and get it over with?”

You didn’t get to see his immediate reaction to that suggestion. So horrified were you by your own words that you screwed your eyes shut in a grimace. Why had you gone and said that? Harry might have driven you crazy with his rage issues, but you cared about him. Now he probably would take the opportunity to rid himself of your company, and you’d have to go crawling back to your mum’s house for the rest of the holiday—because she would surely be sympathetic to your heartache after you ditched her to run after this boy to begin with.

The mattress beneath you shifted; Harry had sat down next to you. You pressed your lips together as hard as you could in anticipation of a messy scene. If you could help it, you would not give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry over him. That task you could assign to Ginny and Hermione later that evening.

“I don’t want to break up with you,” he said quietly. You opened your eyes, startled, to find him staring at his knees. “But I can’t think of anything else to do.”

Well, that sucked some of the romance out of his pronouncement. At least he was telling you how he felt instead of screaming it.

“How about…How about I promise that the next time I see a giant snake coming for me, I’ll conjure an enormous rock and bash its head in? I’ll even try not to feel bad about it afterward,” you said.

He blinked, then something else miraculous happened: Harry laughed. It wasn’t a long or loud laugh, but he had smiled, and you had been there to see it. That was a first in a long, long time.

“You’d be doing me a favor if you didn’t wait until I turn into a snake, honestly,” he said.

Soon he sobered, however, and took your hand in his. Harry spent nearly half a minute looking at your intertwined fingers; you spent nearly half a minute staring at the side of his face in the dark. If there was something you were supposed to say, you couldn’t figure out what it was. He wound up speaking again first:

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, because of something I did. If Voldemort knew what you mean to me, he’d use that somehow.”

“He definitely knows, Harry. Rita wrote all those articles last year before Hermione caught her. One of his Death Eaters is bound to keep up with the Prophet. Break up with me if it will make you feel better, but you can’t hide from everyone who cares about you forever.”

“I don’t see why not,” he grumbled, but he had not, you noticed, let go of your hand.

“Because I’m only the first of many. If I don’t report back with good news about your mental condition, Ginny will be up next. Then Hermione. Then Ron. Then Mrs. Weasley. Then…well, you get the idea.”

“Everyone?” He sounded exhausted.

“Everyone,” you said. “Breaking up with me won’t keep Voldemort from coming after me if he really wants to anyway. If he’s really inside you—”

“He’ll know that I still love you.”

Your hand froze inside his. “You…do? You love me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly, still with his eyes averted from your face. Then they snapped up to meet your gaze with a sudden clarity. “I sort of thought that was obvious.”

Stupid Harry. Stupid, wonderful, emotional Harry. You’d gone to see him fully expecting your third blowout in so many days. Trust him to go and say he loved you for the first time instead.

“I love you, too,” you said throatily.

Pouncing, you caused Harry to topple backward into the pillow with a startled noise. His shock did not prevent him from kissing you back once he figured out what you were doing, though. You forgot all about the screaming matches; the war being fought just a few floors down; even the watchful, unseen eye of Phineas Nigellus hanging on the wall beside your head. All that mattered was you and Harry, just a couple of kids in love, and you wanted to show him that love without any of the normal baggage that came along with your tumultuous relationship…

…Until some of that baggage came bursting through the door in the form of Ron. “Blimey! Couldn’t put a sock on the doorknob first? I think I’ve gone blind.”

You and Harry leaped from the bed and hastily readjusted your clothing. Ron hovered awkwardly by the door all the while. It was time for bed, he informed you, and his mum would be making the rounds to ensure all underage wizards and witches were in their assigned bedrooms soon. That was just as well. No need to go too far on the snogging with all the adults present—and the ability of any of your friends to stumble inside at just the wrong moment.

With a wave, you bid the boys goodnight. Just a few stairs away lay the room you shared with Hermione and Ginny. Wouldn’t they be interested to know what your conversation with Harry entailed? Ginny especially would be eager to hear how her advice had worked out. You couldn’t help heading that way with an enormous grin on your face. The outlook for your future had never looked more grim, but for the time being, things had never been better.

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