#harry potter pregnancy

[zengle56]

Not Afraid To Fight- Harry J Potter

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

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, death, pain

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

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

8 months earlier

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

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

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

Pregnant.

8 months later

“Harry Potter is dead!”

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

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

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

“Harry, you're not doing this alone.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neville Longbottom.” The evil crowd laughed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, Voldemort was dead. 

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

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

1 day later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19 years later

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

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

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

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

“Dad?” you heard your son ask.

“Yes?”

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

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

“But what if I-”

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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[leona-hawthorne]

mattheo riddle x pregnant reader headcanons !!

suggestive content warning— nothing too much tho, mostly fluff

masterlist

husband!mattheo who looks at you with wide eyes as if you’d hung the stars in the sky when you tell him you’re pregnant. it’s silence for a few moment before he kisses the shit out of you and holds you for what feels like hours

husband!mattheo who almost screams when your bump starts to become more noticeable, somehow finding you to be even more beautiful than ever before

husband!mattheo who gives up smoking and drinking when you’re pregnant. if you have to quit, he’s doing it with you

husband!mattheo who won’t let you do anything yourself. the tv remote is three inches too far from you? stay right there, he’ll get it. you need to walk to the bathroom? he’s guiding you there as if you can’t walk on your own. need water? don’t you DARE get out of your seat, he’s almost got it for you. oh, and do NOT open that door on your own. that’s what he’s there for!

husband!mattheo who is practically in tears within seconds at your first ultrasound, a petulant frown on his face when you laugh at him

husband!mattheo who is borderline annoyingly overbearing when it comes to your health. “did you take all your prenatal vitamins? did you drink enough water today? what did you eat? do you need help with that?” “matty, i love you but PLEASE shut up.”

husband!mattheo who kisses every inch of you, worshipping your femininity, your beautiful hard-working body. wet hot kisses trail down your arms, linger on your round belly for a while, and eventually find their way between your thighs where he’d stay for hours if you wanted him to. he just wants to make his queen feel good while she’s growing their princess <3

husband!mattheo who snatches you up in his arms and cheers after finding out you’re having a girl. then he takes a victory lap around the backyard as he tries to process the fact that he’s gonna have a daughter

husband!mattheo who lays his head on your belly at night, half asleep and letting out soft murmurs about how beautiful your daughter is gonna be. “gonna look just like mommy, most gorgeous little girl in the world, you’ll have her eyes” “let’s just hope you’re less of a brat than mama is”

husband!mattheo who basically panics more than you when you’re going into labor “HOLY FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??”

husband!mattheo who almost faints when he catches a glimpse of the baby’s head coming out of you. “ARE YOU OKAY?” “NO, I’M NOT FUCKING OKAY, MATTHEO!”

husband!mattheo who genuinely cries when he sees you hold your baby for the first time, the most beautiful sight in the world even if you’re exhausted and swollen. he’ll lean down to kiss the both of you on the forehead, his heart swelling with a love he didn’t know he was capable of possessing

husband!mattheo whose crying only gets worse when you let him hold the baby, sniffling and cooing at her. next to you, she’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even as a newborn

husband!mattheo who’s terrified of being a dad, afraid to follow in his father’s footsteps. it was scary even with your constant reassurance, but the second your baby utters the word “dada” as she lay in his arms, his fears melt away

husband!mattheo who is the most girl dad of all the girl dads. as she grows, he’ll play dress up with her, let her do his makeup and paint his nails, and learn the name of every disney princess ever. whatever she wants, to be honest

husband!mattheo who can absolutely never get mad at your daughter. she’s perfect and can do no wrong and no one is ever allowed to make his princess feel bad!

husband!mattheo who tells you repeatedly everyday about how much of a good mother you are, about how naturally it all comes to you “you’re amazing, you know that, my love?”

husband!mattheo who would give his life for you and your baby a million times over. you are the loves of his life and he will work his ass off until the day he dies to make sure you’re happy

“we should have a boy next. i mean, i love playing fairy princess tea party, but i think it’s time for something else.”

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[machiavellli]

Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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

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

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

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

With all being said: enjoy<3

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

Theo loves to love as we already established.

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

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

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

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

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

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

«Meravigliosamente

un amor mi distringe

e soven ad ogn'ora.»

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

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

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

Letting it happen.

Letting himself have a proper release.

Letting himself paint your inside white.

His warm finding the embrace of your core.

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

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

«Com'omo che ten mente

in altro exemplo pinge

la simile pintura,

cosi, bella, facc'eo,

che’nfra lo core meo

porto la tua figura.»

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

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

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

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

You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.

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

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

This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:

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

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

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

And he would literally do anything.

«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,

com'om che te lo foco

a lo suo seno ascoso,

e quanto più lo'nvoglia,

tanto arde più loco

e non po star incluso»

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

Growling just at your moist sight

And he would taste you like a starved man.

Over and over again.

On the bed,

On the Couch,

At the dinner table.

Sempre e ovunque.

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

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

You look like a miracle to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

«Assai v'aggio laudato,

madonna, in tutte parti

di bellezze ch'avete.»

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

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

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

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

Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.

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

Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.

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

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

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

«Canzonetta novella,

va canta nova cosa;

lèvati da maitino

davanti a la più bella,

fiore d'ogn'amorosa,

bionda più ch'auro fino»

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"

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

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

My ask box is open!✨🥂

<- part II

-> part III?

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[warnersister]

Tom Riddle x Reader

Tom Riddle x Pregnant! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hogwartsecretss]

Secret around the table

Paring: Pregnant!Reader x Draco

Request: No

Rating: 18+ due to topics

Warnings: Pregnancy, breeding if you squint, toxic situations

Note: Please send in requests❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘And how old is the child now?’

‘Almost two my Lord’

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

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

‘Yes my Lord’

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

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

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

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

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

‘You two have proven yourself worthy’

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

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

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[namiusedbubble]

What they’re like as parents

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

☠️  SEBASTIAN SALLOW:  ☠️

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

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

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

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

🐍  OMINIS GAUNT:  🐍

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

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

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

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

🧪  GARRETH WEASLEY:  🧪

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

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

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

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

⭐  AMIT THAKKAR:  ⭐

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

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

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

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

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[preggofleur]

Who said Ravenclaw students can't be naughty?

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[347-emeraldbitch]

Sirius: My mother was almost born at Hogwarts.

Percy: I beg your pardon??!!!

Sirius: Yes, teenage pregnancy. All three of my maternal grandfather’s children.

Regulus: I think grandmother was young with auntie Lucretia too. Same year as mama.

Sirius: Then there’s uncle Cygnus and Andromeda too!!!

Percy: Oh my fuc—

Sirius: Teenage pregnancy really kicked this family’s arse!!!

Regulus: One more year cousin Leo!!! Do not fall to temptation!!!!

Percy: Please stop.

#percy weasley #harry potter #hp #✨sirius black✨ #💫regulus black💫 #regulus black #sirius black #could you imagine that letter!!!! #yes we write to inform and congratulate you!!! you will be grandparents!!! #fml my kids would be homeschooled #teenage pregnancy: 1 House Black: 0 #Sirius Regulus and Bellatrix committed crimes instead

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theazkabandreamer]

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

#Hinny #Harry Potter #Ginny Potter #James Sirius Potter #Pregnancy

[cherry-pop-elf]

Every Perfect Curve

George Weasley x Chubby Reader

You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you can’t help but feel self conscious that you haven’t ’bounced back’ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never ‘bounce back’ as they say

Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy

Writing Coms Open

“This used to fit-!” You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You haven’t worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen. You couldn’t even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.

“Jellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?” George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.

Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he won’t lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides well….The hormones.

“But she had seven kids! I just had one-!” You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.

Before he could stop you, you were already crying. “I’m so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! I’m covered in stretch marks, and I can’t wear clothes right anymore! I’m bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!” You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.

“Jellybean-“ He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didn’t see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.

“Jeans are uncomfortable anyway.” He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldn’t stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.

“Come on. You like my pants anyway.” He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didn’t even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.

“Much better?” He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didn’t get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.

“Shut up.” You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, it’s him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldn’t be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.

“ACK-! FLEUR HELP-!” Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.

“Hey, look at me-“ George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. “You have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.” He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didn’t get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.

“And these-“ He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. “These are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-“ And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.

Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. “He eats like a Weasley alright-“ You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasn’t so bad. Right?

The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.

“His first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!” George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.

“Oh hush-“ Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.

“Come here, sweetie-“ You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and George’s hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, you’ll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know you’ll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.

“When will I get a turn?” George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. “Hey-!” He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.

“Oh he is so handsome-“ Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didn’t get so chubby, Fleur wouldn’t get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasn’t as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.

“Hungry thing.” Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. “If not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.” George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.

“He’s picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before he’s even two-!” George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. “And soon French-“ Fleur echoed. “Arabic ain’t that bad-“ Bill tagged in. “And of course Romanian.” You vouched for Charlie. “Smart ass baby.” George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.

This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasn’t a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.

“There we go-“ You smiled, as he gave his little burp. “Much better, hm?” You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.

“He got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.” Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his son’s back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.

“This might be soon, but do you think-?” George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldn’t blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. Maybe…..

You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help George’s hand. “Plenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?” You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.

He kissed your lips, before kissing your son’s head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.

#harry potter #harry potter magic awakened #hpma #magic awakened #George Weasley #george weasley x reader #bill Weasley #fleur delacour #Fleur Weasley #William Weasley #x reader #x chubby reader #George Weasley x chubby reader #postpartum #hp fandom #Weasley family #hurt comfort #body postivity #pregnancy #stretch marks #self indulgent #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #trans masc coded #second wizarding war #self care #self hate #body positive

[greycloudsinwinter]

Which husband do you think wants more children? Yandere Cygnus or yandere Orion. Which of these two men is more insistent on having a son?

YANDERE ORION BLACK / CYGNUS BLACK questions ….

🐍both love you too peace’s however they want some one to rember you and him when you are dead.

🐍in other words a child both wish for a child wanting apart of you and him together through blood.

🐍I believe that they are equally matched in wanting children .

🐍however orion wants a son (an heir) more then Cygnus .

🐍you see Cygnus is happy to just be with you and have a child or two .

🐍but Orion is much darker wanting a son more then anything going to great lengths to gain an heir.

🐍they both love there darlings they truly do but it’s just not enough for them they need MoRe they need you connected to them forever.

🐍seeing you pregnant just absolutely makes them feel proud (and also turned on) don’t be surprised if you hear them talking to others about how extraordinary you are.

Thank you for the questions ❤️❤️

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #x reader #obsessed #obssesive #obssessed #yandere family #yandere harry potter #dark harry potter characters x reader #harry potter #yandere fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts #cygnus black #orion black #baby #yandere pregnant #pregnancy #pregnant #children

[impishtubist]

kick

I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing because I’ve never participated before but the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt today was “kick” and I’ve got breeding on the mind so.......................cw pregnancy I guess.

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“Oof,” Remus said softly, and Harry looked up from his essay.

“Moony?”

“Don’t mind me.” Remus gave him a strained smile, rubbing his side. “Sprog’s decided to use my liver as footy practice, that’s all.” 

“He’s kicking?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Would you like to feel?”

Harry hurried over to the couch. Remus took his hand and placed it on his belly, and a moment later, Harry felt a flutter against his palm. A solid kick, followed by several more.

“Wow, he’s kicking a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” Remus muttered.

“Is the artichoke giving you problems, love?” Sirius came into the room, ruffling Harry’s hair and bending to press a kiss to Remus’s belly. 

“He’s a grapefruit now, Padfoot,” Harry said. “That’s what the chart says. Twenty-four weeks is a grapefruit.” 

“Either way, be nice your da, sprog.”

“You heard your dad.” Remus tapped his fingers against his belly, smiling slightly when the baby kicked back. “Be nice to me.”

#wolfstar #cw pregnancy #i mean i've always got breeding on the mind #let's be real #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #good godfather sirius black #THEY'RE A FAMILY OKAY #sirius gets to raise harry and his baby

[hogwartscastle]

#bonnie wright #Baby #announcement #actress #Ginny Weasley #pregnancy #harry potter #wizard #magic #hogwarts #potterhead #dailypotter #dailywizardwheezes #magicfolk #potterdaily #fandom #gryffindor

[practicecourts]

To celebrate James Potter's Birthday here's the last of my short stories to celebrate James & Lily, their love for each other in the big and especially in the little moments. Thanks Lauren @mppmaraudergirl for hosting the alight with happiness fest!

I've already seen and read so many wonderful creations! So I hope you'll enjoy today's wee birthday party 🎂 Read One... on ao3 (226 words) written for Alight With Happiness Jily Fest day 5: Celebrations & Victories 🎂 (also as a Moody March @jilymicrofics for day 14 Enthralled)

Read Only Human (495 words) on ao3 written for day 3: Thrice defied & 4: Our Little Family

Read The Shit Show (329 words) on ao3 written for day 2: Doe-mestic Moments & Day 4 Our Little Family

and on a lighter note read The Bigger Person (197 words) on ao3 also for day 4: Our Little Family

#alight with happiness jily fest #Moody March microfics #jily #married jily #baby Harry #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #jple #jily fanfiction #baby harry potter #pregnancy cravings #pregnancy #fears for your loved ones #celebrations #happy birthday #james x lily #lily evans potter

[theplanetofthesnapes]

Happy Accidents

Sorry it’s been such a long time since I posted anything. Life happened and then I struggled to find the motivation but I hope you like this one.

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant after a one night stand with Snape.

Warnings: talk about pregnancy, menstruation that kinda stuff, also references to sex and minor bad language.

I woke up and it felt like a normal day. I get in the shower and get dressed for another day of work as assistant in the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Today I have a great day ahead of me…not, repotting the mandrakes is my least favourite job and I always end up with a massive headache no matter how tightly I put on my earmuffs.

I go to the breakfast hall and sit at my normal seat at the end of the staff table and look out at all the students and smile because those Weasley twins seem to have put something in Lee Jordan’s pocket and I can guarantee it’s something that Lee Jordan probably wouldn’t want in his pocket. Soon enough I can hear a small chirping sound and Lee Jordan looking rather annoyed as he pulls a handful of crickets out of his pocket and attempts to dump them on the twin’s heads.

It’s all going great until he walks in, he walks passed where I’m sitting. “Morning Severus”. I say cheerily.

“Morning” he retorts not even glancing in my direction. My heart sinks, I mean it’s not like I expected him to be in love with me or suddenly be my best friend after what happened the other week after Slughorn’s party but did he really need to act like he didn’t even know me? Maybe I’m thinking too much into it, I mean so what we had sex and now I like him but he clearly doesn’t feel the same way. It’s not like I won’t get over it right? But he could at least smile when I say hi and not just treat me like anyone else, the same way he treats his students.

I shake my head determined not to let his not so warm greeting get to me and ruin my day and start chatting with Poppy who is sat next to me.

After breakfast I go down to the greenhouse where Pomona was taking her 3rd year Herbology class, I sit at the back and start preparing the pots for the mandrakes that I am going to repot after the students leave. “Okay now I need to pop to the greenhouse next door I will be back in 15 minutes until then carry on with your venomous tentacula dethorning and any problems talk to Miss Y/L/N at the back” Pamona said as she nods at me and walks out of the classroom.

Ten minutes later a nervous looking Ravenclaw approaches me. “Miss Y/L/N?” she says timidly.

“How can I help?” I reply smiling warmly to try and ease her anxiety of whatever she’s about to say.

“I kinda need to go to the toilet, it’s um girl problems” she replies not looking at me.

Now this I can sympathise with, I write her up a pass and allow her to leave without question and as soon as the professor gets back I let her know she’s out of class and carry on my business. The interaction though got me thinking, it’s been a while since I last had my period, I count back in my head and shit I’m about a week and a half late. Shit shit shit, okay don’t panic, I mean I’ve been stressed recently and I’ve literally only had sex once with one person in the last month and I was careful. Except I’ve never been this late in my life. Oh man “don’t freak out, don’t freak out” I tell myself.

Once the break after first lesson arrives I tell Pomona that I have to slip out for a minute and briskly walk down to the hospital wing. Poppy is talking to a student so I wait a second. “Hey Y/N can I help you with something?” Poppy says after the student leaves with what looks like the cure for the Weasley’s puking pastilles, poor kid.

“Um yeah I was wondering if you maybe had anything, I don’t know how it works in the wizarding world being muggle born but um something to test for pregnancy.” I say trying to sound calm, I don’t want any rumours to be spread and Poppy is known to be a bit of a gossip so if I act panicked she’ll expect it to be some big scandal. Which if I am pregnant it probably will be, oh god no I can’t think like that.

She doesn’t even look phased “Oh yes, well I do have the wizard methods but I’ve found the muggle pregnancy tests to actually be much more effective, here you go all you have to do is…”

“Thanks Poppy, yes I know what to do and um could we maybe keep this between us, I’m barely even late yet I don’t want it to get out, it might not even be…” You trail off.

“Oh of course my darling, I take an oath as a healer I would never tell anybody. But sweetie if it’s positive please let me know if I can help you out in any way.” She replies with a warm smile.

I run to my room where thankfully I have my own private bathroom and do the test. The next three minutes are torture as I pace back and forth not daring to glance at the stick that will soon predict my future better than Professor Trelawney ever could. Finally my timer goes off and I go quickly to pick up the stick not being able to bare waiting anymore and glance down.

My heart feels like it stops. Two lines. I’m pregnant… and Severus Snape is the father.

The next two days are fuelled with anxiety and indecision. I did three more tests to make sure and they were pretty conclusive. So I made up my mind I do need to tell Severus as soon as possible so then I know what page he’s on and I can then decide what to do but every time I build up the courage to walk to his office I chicken out. Finally I see him walk down the steps to the dungeon after classes have finished for the day so I follow him. I see him in his office through the frosty glass window and I’m about to knock the door when I chicken out again. I’m about to walk away when I hear “Is someone out there?” Shit Severus noticed I was there well I guess there’s no turning back now.

“Um yeah hi, it’s me I err I was hoping maybe we could talk.” I say and my heart is racing so much it can’t be good for the baby.

“Very well come in then.” He said sounding bored with the conversation before it’s even started.

“Hi” I say as I walk in slowly.

“Hello” he replies warily.

“God okay so umm you know that thing that happened the other week after Slughorn’s party that we haven’t really spoken about or even acknowledged or anything.” I say rambling because I really don’t know how I’m going to start what I’m going to say.

“Yes I’m aware of when we had intercourse after one too many firewhiskeys” he smirks.

“Ah yes well about that” I say still stalling.

“Look I’ll save you the trouble of you telling me how much you regret it, I understand that in a sober state no woman would want to be with me and that you must be repulsed by yourself right now and I was trying to save myself by avoiding you the last month in order to maintain at least some of my dignity.” He says seemingly getting annoyed now.

I’m shocked “What? Severus, oh my god no I don’t think that, I don’t regret it at all. In fact I was honestly kind of upset you were ignoring me, it felt like you had just used me and then treated me like everyone else like what we did that night meant nothing, less than nothing in fact.” I can feel my eyes start to well up as I speak. “Don’t cry, don’t cry” I tell myself internally cause that really won’t help the situation.

“Wait, are you telling me you really don’t regret that night?” He responds hopefully.

“No I don’t Severus and even if you never want to see me again I’m happy we did it, I feel like I saw a whole new side of you that night. One that was kind and caring compared to this hard shell I’ve seen since then.” I reply softly.

“You’d want to see me again?” He looks a lot less solemn now as he replies, maybe even happy I can’t tell.

“I mean yeah but I ugh that’s before I”

He cuts me off “Oh I see you found someone else” his face falls again.

“No damnit Severus please just let me talk, I’m trying to tell you I’m pregnant.” I say almost shouting it at him. He looks shocked, the tears that were threatening to leak out before now do and roll down my cheeks. “And it’s yours just in case there is any doubt” I say in almost a whisper at this point.

Severus stands up and walks over to me, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry. After a minute he says softly “How long have you known?” There was no hint of anger in his voice anymore “I did notice the last few days something has been off”.

I pull back to look up at him “You noticed that? I found out two days ago, I’ve been building up the courage to tell you since then” I say weakly.

He chuckles. “Yes I did notice you skulking around the dungeons a lot, and I thought it must be because you wished to talk to me but I didn’t say anything since given how I thought this conversation was going to go. I wanted to avoid it at all costs. Have you thought at all about what you want to do? It’s okay if you haven’t there’s time and it must be a shock to you. If I’m honest I don’t know how to process it myself just yet but my priority is making sure you are okay.” He says surprisingly calmly.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if I.. well if I at least didn’t try. But I don’t expect you to be part of anything you don’t want to be, I’m strong I can do this by myself if I need to.” I say determined this time as I wipe my tears. It’s the first time I’ve let myself consider this but I know in my heart raising this baby is my only option, the amount of love I feel for it already is crazy . But I don’t say this part to Severus, I don’t know where he stands on this or even if he can think about that right now after the shock of hearing this.

“I have no doubt you can raise a child by yourself, you will be an excellent mother. I see you with the students, how kind and compassionate you are. Any child you would be mother to would be lucky to have you. However if you will let me, I would love to be part of the child’s life. I never believed for a second I may have children of my own and I have to admit that it’s not something I ever envisioned for my future but the idea of raising a child and even more so raising it with you, the women that I’m in love with fills me with a hope I don’t think I’ve ever had before in my thirty eight years of life.” He says with a kind tone that I’ve only ever heard him use once before, when he was asking me permission to kiss me before we did the thing that got us into this mess.

“Wait? What? You love me? I… Severus” I stutter really not knowing what to say except actually I do know what to say. “I think I love you too, What do we do now?”

“We figure it out together, but first are you free this evening? I think we might have skipped a few steps and it might be about time we have our first date” He smiles.

I smile back and pull him into another hug, he kisses my head and I smile into his shoulder. Maybe everything is going to be okay after all.

#harry potter #imagine #hogwarts #severus snape #slytherin #period #fluff #snape fluff #snape x reader #herbology #professor sprout #poppy pomfrey #pregnancy #ravenclaw #pregnancy test #snape