[x] IMAGINE KURT WAGNER FINDING YOU, HIS CRUSH, ASLEEP IN THE LIBRARY.

[x] IMAGINE KURT WAGNER FINDING YOU, HIS CRUSH, ASLEEP IN THE LIBRARY.

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You were late. Very late. It wasn't like you to be this late.

You and Kurt had agreed to go on a walk together every Friday evening to admire the sunset. For Kurt, the real reason was to get to spend time with you, his crush. But now you were late. Had you forgotten?

He teleported to your room's door and knocked lightly, but no sound was heard from the other side. He teleported around he house for a while, but didn't seem to find you from anywhere.

"Do you know where Y/N is?" Kurt asked Jubilee as she was passing by. Jubilee smiled and nodded towards the library.

There you were, a book on your belly and your eyes closed, quietly snoring. You looked so peaceful, and Kurt found himself hoping that he would be able to wake up one day and see that face as the first thing when he'd open his eyes. Maybe one day, it would be reality and not just a dreamy scenario.

Kurt made his way to you as quietly as he could, gently removing the book from your hands and moving the bookmark to the page which was open, before he took a blanket from another couch and draped it over you, making you stir in your sleep. He stilled, for a moment being afraid that he had woken you up. But you just let out a slight hum, a small smile on your lips before you returned to your quiet snoring. Kurt sighed in relief and then smiled, picking up a book of his own and settling himself on the couch beside from yours, laying admiring glances your way every so often.

This wasn't the way he had planned the day to go, but he liked it all the same, if not even more.

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Imagine…Stephen finding you asleep while Cloakie is wrapped around you.

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When Stephen had to leave for a few hours, you were left alone at the Sanctum.

However day soon turned to night and before you knew it, it was 11 something at night.

You wanted to stay up and wait for him but the tiredness soon took over, and you fell asleep on the couch.

When Stephen returned he called for you but got no answer back. So he looked around for you, not worrying at first.

“Sweetheart?”

He looked around the sanctum but it wasn’t long until he found you, asleep on the sofa.

He then noticed his cloak wrapped around you, keeping you warm, and he just shook his head with a soft chuckle.

At least they had company.

He walks up to you and presses a soft kiss to your head, not wanting to move you cause you might wake up.

“Sleep tight my love.”

That’s what friends do [J.P]

A/n: fueling my own and @sarahisslytherin ‘s James moment.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Words: 3.7k

Summary: James is your best friend, you’re just friends… or that’s what you keep telling yourself and everyone else, but you can only lie for so long.

Warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort, James and reader both being so blind, mention of food, kissing, mention of crying and headaches. As always lmk if I missed anything.

Loud cheering encapsulated you, a bubble of excitement all around; your voice was hoarse from all the shouting you were doing, cheering loudly for the Gryffindor team - more specifically, a bespectacled boy on said team.

The tips of your ears were red, and your fingers hurt from the cold, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you saw James zooming past you as he caught sight of the very wanted snitch.

“Go on, Jamie!” You shouted, even though you knew there was no logical way he would ever be able to hear your voice over the sound of wind in his ears.

The whole quidditch pitch broke into even louder cheers when, over the speaker, the announcer yelled.

“JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!”

Your throat burned from shouting, your gloved hands clapping even though they made nothing but small thumping noises.

You searched, and finally, your eyes met James’. Your heart leapt in your chest at the huge smile that decorated his lips, lighting up his entire face.

He flew toward you on the stands, stopping in front of you. He let out a surprised laugh as you leapt almost entirely over the railing to engulf him in a tight hug. He kept one hand on his broom to stabilise himself, using his free arm to hug you just as tightly.

“You did it,” you sighed happily, burying yourself in the warmth of him.

“I think your cheering did it,” he grinned, squeezing you before you detached yourself from him so that you wouldn’t fall off the stands.

You shook your head with a laugh, “I’ll meet you for the celebration in the common room…- I’ll get you a butterbeer.”

James cheered happily, “I won’t say no to that…- see you in a bit, sweetheart.”

And with that, he flew from you, leaving you to walk from the stands with Remus.

“Tell me again why you’re not dating?” Remus asked.

“I’ve said this a hundred times; we’re just good friends… Jamie’s not even interested in me,” you explained with an eye roll.

Remus stopped in his tracks, “sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” you cocked your head to the side, staring at him with a dumbfounded look.

“That you were blind,” he deadpanned.

You scoffed, hitting him lightly on his arm, “you’re a fucking menace, Remus Lupin.”

.

The common room was warm, almost a sauna compared to outside, but you didn’t mind. Your legs were jittery as you waited for the team. People spoke happily around you, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you sat on the couch and listened.

“So, y/n/n… you and Prongs have any wild plans this evening?” Sirius asked, his signature mischievous smirk inching its way onto his seemingly innocent face.

“I don’t know; I guess we were planning on spending it here with you guys,” you shrugged, but Sirius only gave you a knowing look.

“Come on, y/n.”

“Come on, what?” you threw your hands out, exasperated.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Sirius frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the cushions of the armchair.

“I’m serious! You and Remus act like Jamie, and I have some huge secret, and we don’t!”

“No, I’m Sirius…- you guys are a couple if I ever saw one.”

It was your turn to cross your arms, huffing as you leaned back, trying to ignore Sirius as he started singing, “y/n and Prongs sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G….”

You were well annoyed, so annoyed you didn’t register the cheering - or a tall curly-haired boy who, with quick long strides, came up directly behind you.

You yelped when a pair of strong hands hooked themselves under your arms, forcing you up from the couch. You frowned, about to give someone a firm talking to about personal space, but turning, you saw James jump over the back of the couch and settling in your spot; after getting comfortable, he pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap, giving you a big hug.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed into your neck, tickling your skin.

“Jamie, that tickles,” you giggled, relaxing against him.

“Jamie, that tickles,” Sirius mocked with a high pitched tone, “Merlin, get a room.”

“Shut up, Pads…- let me enjoy my winning moment,” James said, voice muffled as he refused to leave the warmth of your neck.

“Oh, so I expect you’re planning on hugging all of us like that?” Sirius smirked.

James detached from your neck, lolling your head against his shoulder so he could speak to Sirius. Before he could, he took a moment, just looking at you. You looked relaxed, eyes willing themselves not to shut, but the immense amount of cheering had obviously drained you.

“Do you want me to hug you like this?” James asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering his voice ever so slightly.

“Good point,” Sirius chuckled, choosing to join in on Remus and Peters conversation and leaving you “friends” to have your moment.

James looked back down at you, your eyes now shut, slipping off into dreamland. James chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss all over your face - because that’s definitely something a friend would do.

Your eyes opened, and you giggled, pushing at his face.

“Jamie, stop… I’m awake.”

“Hmm, just had to make sure,” he smiled cheekily, kissing around a couple of more times for good measure.

You laughed a little more before snuggling back against his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“Tell me a story?” you spoke softly, grabbing his free hand, playing with his fingers.

.

Your body felt warm and comfortable, a pair of arms around you as you woke. You blinked your eyes open, confused for the first five seconds before your brain could register that you were still on the common room couch, laying on top of a sleeping James. As if he could feel you stir, he tightened his grip on you, holding onto you like a child holding onto a teddy bear.

You realised you must have fallen asleep, the whole common room empty, and the light was bleeding in from the large windows, the fire on its last breath from the evening before.

You reached a hand up, stroking along James’ face softly, “Jamie, we fell asleep on the couch.”

He only grunted, scrunching his nose, squeezing you.

“Jamie,” you whispered softly with a giggle, “we gotta get up.”

“No,” he said plainly, his voice groggy with sleep. It made your heart leap in your chest.

You poked his cheek, but he didn’t budge, so you poked again and again until he cracked one eye open to look at you, a displeased pout on his lips.

“You’re blurry…- I don’t even remember taking off my glasses,” he grumbled, moving his limps to get the sleep out of them, his knees and back cracking as he sat up, making you giggle.

“You’re an old man.”

“Oh, am I now?” he grinned, jumping you, tickling you all over.

You squealed, laughing and squirming around the couch, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Please, Ja-Jamie,” you laughed, “I’m gonna pee.”

“Am I an old man?”

“N-no… you’re not,” you caved, laughing. He seemed pleased with your answer, stopping his tickling assault on you.

“That’s what I thought, love,” he smirked, leaving a small peck on your forehead.

“Yeah yeah, you win this time,” you brushed him off, giving him a playful grin.

.

“You didn’t come to bed last night,” Remus pointed out, a slight smirk playing on his otherwise casual face.

“Did you finally man up and show y/n/n a good time?” Sirius smirked, his tone teasing as he snickered when James choked on his pumpkin juice.

“Come on, would you two stop…- we talked, and we fell asleep on the couch, no big deal,” James shrugged, pretending to focus on the paper on the table.

Sirius threw a grape at James, hitting him on the forehead; James looked up with a scowl on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Sirius frowned before stuffing his face with a scone.

“Am not!”

Remus sighed, looking at James from over his book, “James… you’re practically already a couple, and you’re obviously madly in love with her, but if you don’t tell her how you feel, somebody will and steal her away from you…- so stop being such a wuss and just tell her already.”

James blinked slowly but shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… we’re just frie-“

“Hi Jamie,” you smiled, interrupting James’ sentence.

He smiled widely at you, patting the spot beside him, inviting you to sit.

“Hi, sweetheart, come sit…- I saved a croissant for you,” he said, holding up the pastry.

You grinned, taking a seat, completely missing the way both Remus and Sirius rolled their eyes and the latter muttering a small ‘fucking unbelievable… it’s like we’re air’.

You scooted close to James, your leg brushing his under the table. A smile and a warm blush decorated your face as James absentmindedly began filling your plate, grabbing things from the middle of the table he knew you liked. He went back to “reading” the paper whilst keeping an eye on you while you ate happily, his left hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

A peaceful feeling settled over the both of you, the chatter of your fellow students falling into the background. Glancing over at the paper on the table, James moved it so you both could read, though none of you was.

The peace was broken when Marlene came over, standing behind Remus and Sirius on the opposite side of the table, “Hey, you guys,” she smiled, giddily bouncing in place.

“- and congratulations… took you long enough.”

You just smiled with a furrowed brow, “congratulations on what?”

“You know… finally getting together..?” she said, visibly confused by your confusion.

Both you and James laughed awkwardly, “we’re not together,” you answered, looking between her, Sirius and Remus, the awkwardness rising in your little bubble.

“But… I saw you this morning, in the common room, and you looked adorable by the way… and right now,” she said, pointing to how you were sitting, “you’re sitting like that… I’m sorry, I just assumed.”

James quickly removed his hand from your thigh, scooting away from you ever so slightly, but not without missing the way your face dropped as you looked at him quickly.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out; you looked like a fish out of water. Luckily… or unluckily, James started speaking before you could find the words.

“Y/l/n and I are just friends…- I mean, could you even imagine us together?”

Now, you looked at him again, hurt the only thing written on your face, both from his use of your surname and his words.

Deep inside, you always had some hope that he saw you as just a little more than a friend, but his words clearly proved that you were the only one out of the two of you who harboured feelings.

You had to open and close your mouth a couple of more times before something remotely close to an answer came to mind, “right… we’re just friends… imagine us together, right,” you whispered the last part with a small, humourless laugh, concealing your pain. You could feel your eyes turn glassy, which was the last thing you wanted; you didn’t want to cry over something so stupid. You loved James, even if all he wanted were friendship, you’d gladly take all you could get, though you couldn’t suppress the tears as they welled up in your eyes, the sting in your heart too painful. Marlene, Remus and Sirius all gave you sympathetic looks, a distinct look of regret passing over Marlene’s face.

You stood quickly, not wanting to cry at the breakfast table, “excuse me, I forgot my… potions book.”

You scurried away quickly, out the big doors of the great hall, ignoring James’ call after you.

“We don’t have potions today!” his voice lowered as he sunk back into his seat with a frown.

Sirius reached across the table, smacking James over the head, “good job, nitwit, now you’ve done it.”

“Ow! I didn’t do anything!”

“You hurt her feelings, James,” Remus breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I just said that we’re friends… which we are… I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings,” James frowned, looking at the doors, hoping to see you walk back through - but you didn’t.

.

The rest of the day James spent sulking, hoping to at least catch a small glimpse of you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s y/n?” he turned in his seat and whispered to Lily as the transfiguration lesson started. The seat beside him, your chair, remained empty.

Lily gave him a tight-lipped but sympathetic smile, “she’s got a headache, said she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, so I told her to take a nap.”

She failed to mention that she’d spent the 30 minutes before class hugging you close after you came into the dorm room sobbing your eyes out; the said headache was a result of your crying over a very blind curly-haired boy.

“Oh, I’ll go see her after class then.”

“No!”

James raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, but Lily quickly cleared her throat, “I mean, she’s just napping, so it would be silly to disturb her…- let’s just leave her alone for a bit, yeah?”

James hesitated, fighting an inner battle, but opted for giving Lily a simple nod, not wishing to go against her.

He looked at your seat and sighed - he really had fucked up.

.

For the rest of the day, he didn’t see you, but he listened to Lily and didn’t check on you, even though it was killing him not to make sure you were okay and perhaps talk about what had happened.

So, when you didn’t show during dinner, he was very ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go see you.

“Is y/n coming?” he asked Remus hopefully but was quickly discouraged when he saw the look on his face.

“She’s eating with Marlene and Dorcas in the library… they had a, uhm, study date thing,” he said, very unconvincingly, not looking up from his book.

“She’s avoiding me,” James sighed sadly, picking at his food with his fork, his appetite gone at the thought that he’d upset you enough for you not to want to be around him.

Remus sighed as well, finally looking up, “just give her time…- try looking at it this way… would you be upset if she said the things you did?”

“Yeah.”

“Her feelings were hurt, and she’s upset, but she loves you, James, she’ll come around.” Remus smiled at him, even though it upset him to see his friend this sad, especially because James looks like a kicked puppy whenever he’s sad.

“I just hate that I made her this upset… you know I love her,” James pouted, his voice almost a whisper, “I’m an idiot.”

Remus nodded, along with Sirius beside him, “yep.”

.

The empty common room felt uncharacteristically cold and uninviting, the flames from the fire doing nothing to warm James up. He was wracking his brain for a plan to apologise and talk to you, flicking through the many scenarios and the countless speeches he could dramatically say to you, but none were good enough.

He was zoned out, just staring at the orange and yellow hues that bounced through the fireplace. The others had left James to wallow many hours ago, telling him not to be too harsh on himself and get some sleep - but how could he, knowing that you were laying in your bed heartbroken, probably frowning in your sleep, it cracked his heart.

He wondered if you were able to sleep and if you’d been crying - because he certainly had. He wondered how quickly you’d get over it. You weren’t the type of person to wallow like he was, but what if tomorrow you’d find someone new, someone better - someone who wouldn’t break your heart like some typical asshole guy.

His thoughts were loud, but the sound of footsteps descending the stairs pulled him from the static noise in his brain. He was fully ready to hide or ignore the person and just go to bed; he wasn’t prepared for your figure to be the one he saw. You were dressed in a pair of fuzzy socks, sleep shorts and an old t-shirt you’d stolen from James months ago, one you’d sworn you hadn’t taken, you had even helped him look for it - sneaky girl, he thought.

Your expression was unreadable; you looked sad and tired, rubbing your arm as you stared at him, unable to find the words to say, again.

“Hi, sweetheart,” James broke the silence, desperately trying to get things back to the way they were, choosing to pretend that he didn’t see the track of dried tears on your cheeks.

“Can’t sleep,” you mumbled, not moving from your place at the end of the staircase, fully ready to ascend them again when he inevitably would reject you.

James’ face softened, somehow happy that you were facing insomnia as he was.

“Come here,” he smiled, patting his lap.

You slowly walked over, hesitantly crawling onto his lap, sitting stiffly on him, unsure what was too much.

You only had to sit for five seconds before he had his arms around you, cradling your body against his, so you could relax your head against his shoulder.

It was instantaneous, the relaxed sigh you let out, unable to conceal it. The lack of tiredness you’d felt before gone, sleep now weighing down your eyes. You snuggled closer against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, listening to his slow breathing, feeling his pulse against your forehead.

James felt it as well, the same relaxed feeling travelling over his entire body, ecstatic that he was finally allowed to hold you again, even though it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’d last held you - it still felt like forever without you.

“I love you, James,” you mumbled against his neck. You could feel his breath hitch and his pulse pick up, but you’d couldn’t let it stop you.

“- I know you love me too, even though it’s not the same way I love you… I just needed you to know so that you can end our friendship if it’s too weird for you.”

You soaked up the silence from the slight pause that followed your words, refusing to detach yourself from the safety of his neck.

His arms around you squeezed you, pecking the top of your head.

“Can you look at me? Please, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, waiting for you to look up at him.

You couldn’t allow yourself to hope, but you did… you always did when you looked in his eyes, and this time wasn’t any different.

“Sweetheart… my beautiful, sweet, amazing, funny, adorable, only slightly annoying, wonderful girl,” he grinned, chuckling as you smacked his arm.

“- Of course I love you as a friend… but I am also crazily, stupidly, in love with you, more than you could ever know… I’d be absolutely mad not to be….”

“- you are amazing, and I can’t begin to tell you how many times I hoped you felt the same, but I really believed you didn’t… and then-then I go and hurt you because I’m just the biggest idiot in the wizarding AND muggle world.”

You smiled, “we’re both idiots… - two idiots who luckily love each other.”

James looked like a five-year-old child on Christmas morning, hugging you tightly before resting his forehead against yours.

“We love each other,” he giggled dreamily, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You nodded, closing your eyes before your lips finally met in a tender kiss. You moved with him, letting the feeling of electricity, fireworks and all those typical romantic cliches overtake you. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, but hungry against yours, moving as if he was making up for lost time or scared you’d disappear if he opened his eyes. You kissed him back with as much intensity, whining from the force of him against you, a huge weight lifting from both of your shoulders.

He laughed breathlessly as you yawned, breaking the kiss with a tired smile.

“You already bored of me, baby?” he joked, squeezing your hip.

Your heart fluttered at the new pet name, a pink blush settling on your cheeks.

“I’m just tired,” you smiled, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, I’m only teasing… I know you could never be bored of all this,” he wiggled his brows as you chuckled at him.

“Don’t be so cocky, Potter,” you smirked, knowing how much James despised being called Potter by you.

“I won’t be accepting Potter anymore… I’ll gladly take, baby, babe, honey, love of my life, the sexiest man I know and so on, but never Potter.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to stifle another yawn, “All alright, love of my life, can we sleep now?”

James smiled triumphantly, tightening his grip on you, shifting to lay down with you against him.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered, listening to your breathing slow, loving the way you snuggled impossibly closer to him.

“I love you, Jamie.”

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“Here you go, baby,” James grinned, placing the croissant on your plate before finding more foods to load onto your pile.

“Thank you, Jamie,” you smiled softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kept you close, saying that he didn’t believe in personal space, keeping an arm around you, with his hand on your hip to keep you against him.

“Do you want tea?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to finish a whole mug,” you looked up at him, his eyes looking like hearts as he smiled down at you.

“We can share, my love,” he pecked your forehead, pouring the tea into the mug in front of him.

“Oh gods, this is worse than before,” Sirius said with disgust, suppressing a fake gag.

“At least they can both see now,” Remus smiled into his book, ignoring Sirius’ gags and your back and forth whispers of ‘I love you’.

Are you sure? (George Weasley)

summary: you are alone at home, baking a few batches of cookies but somehow, something is missing. will you tell george about it? (Fred is still alive! The war also didn't really happen)

word count: 1.5k

warning: talk of pregnancy, mention of food

pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

author's note: it was supposed to only be a baking drabble but once I started writing, I had a few more ideas for it.

The wonderful smell of freshly baked goods was filling up your entire house.

For you, Christmas time meant baking time hence you had made it your mission that day to bake as many cookies as you could, wanting to send some to family and friends as well.

A handmade apron that Molly had gifted you last Christmas was loosely tied around your waist, traces of flour and other ingredients staining it. There was even some flour gracing your cheeks, but you didn’t mind. It just showed how much you enjoyed it.

Fortunately for you, your husband wasn’t home yet. George had left very early this morning, wanting to get everything done in the Joke Shop for today so he could be home earlier than usual.

Why was it fortunate for you? Well, you knew that if George would have been home, almost half of everything you made would already be gone by now.

Soft music was playing in the background of the kitchen while you simultaneously moved your body to the rhythm of the music. Another batch of cookies was done so you carefully took it out of the oven and placed it on the table.

A satisfied smile was gracing your lips as you looked around the kitchen, all your creations had found a spot on either a countertop or the table.

Now it was time to decorate them. You had bought a variety of different sprinkles, chocolates, and other sweets you could put on the cookies.

At times like these, you really wished you weren’t all alone at home. Of course, you loved having time to yourself, George and you usually spent 24 hours, seven days a week together since you have been working at the Shop as well but now and then there was this longing inside of you. A longing to have something else or someone else in the house, like a dog or a cat or perhaps a baby.

George and you had had that talk before. Both of you wanted a baby.

At least five, he had said to you once which shocked you yet didn’t surprise you seeing as though he had grown up with six siblings himself.

After you had left Hogwarts, having a baby wasn’t that high on your priority list. Firstly, you wanted to help Fred and George with the Shop. Of course, it was already well visited, and they had a good income, but you didn’t want to sit at home all day as your husband had suggested to you.

He thought you didn’t need to work since he could provide for the two of you, but you didn’t agree with his wishes and started working at the shop as well. It was something you really enjoyed and cherished.

A year after you graduated from Hogwarts, George had proposed to you, so all your attention went into organizing the wedding. Luckily Molly, Ginny as well as Hermione had helped you with everything and in the end, you had one of the most beautiful weddings you had ever seen. It was perfect.

Now, a year later, having a baby was still not on the top of your list however it was always in the back of your mind.

Whenever you took care of one of your nieces or nephews, your heart longed to have a child of your own.

You always imagined how it would feel to hold a little mini you or mini George in your arms, kissing his or her soft skin, seeing that baby grow up into a young man or woman. You thought about what they would look like. If they would have your eyes or maybe George’s vibrant ginger hair, your personality or George’s. Would you have a girl first or a boy, maybe twins? You didn’t know but you were desperate to find out.

You were lost in your thoughts; you didn’t even hear the front door open.

George had come home earlier than expected. As soon as he walked inside the house, get got out of his coat and slipped out of his shoes. Winter was slowly approaching, and you could feel it. Your husband’s hands were slightly frozen hence he quickly wanted to get warm again.

George heard Christmas music coming from the kitchen, a bright smile gracing his lips as he smelled the sweet scent of cookies filling the house, his feet automatically walking towards it.

Once he walked over to the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as he watched you decorate all the batches of cookies. The smile never left his lips as he looked at you. Your hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, flour was gracing your cheeks and you had that apron on his mum made for you last Christmas.

“Hello beautiful.”, he said softly, announcing himself to you.

His voice startled you, snapping you out of your daydream as you turned your head in his direction, a bright smile gracing your lips.

“I wasn’t expecting you this early.”, you stated, your eyes taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall before you looked at your husband again who was standing right next to you now.

“Aren’t you happy I’m home?”, he asked amused, making you roll your eyes.

You slightly stood on your tiptoes, your lips pressing a soft welcome home kiss on your husbands’ lips as he wrapped his arms around you, not caring that he could get any stains on his sweater.

Your lips moved perfectly in sync as you smiled into the kiss, your hands placed on his cheeks, to press yourself a little closer to him.

Once you pulled away, George left another soft kiss on your forehead, grinning down at you and even though you had a bright smile on your lips, your husband could see that it wasn’t quite reaching your eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as his hands came up to cup your cheeks.

“Want to tell me what’s your mind, sweetheart?”

Your eyes widened as you looked deep into his. You had tried your best to hide your thoughts from George, yet you knew that you could never do that. You were an open book to him. He had always told you that he knew you better than you knew yourself and it was true. You couldn’t hide anything from him, even if you really wanted to.

A quiet sigh left your lips as you took a step back, your eyes glancing down at the floor before they looked up again. George watching you the whole time.

“I was just thinking about something.”, you stated, taking off your apron as you put it on the table.

Your husband didn’t want to force you to talk to him as he stayed quiet until you felt comfortable enough to talk.

“While making these cookies, I just thought about how nice it would be to have someone here … perhaps a baby.”, you whispered the last part, looking away again, not daring to look into George’s eyes.

He wasn’t surprised that something was bothering you. He had noticed it before but wanted you to talk to him first but until now, you never did.

He also wasn’t surprised about what you have been thinking of. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t thinking about having a baby with you as well.

Lately, it has been on his mind more than anything else.

On one hand, he wanted to talk to you about it. On the other hand, he didn’t want to push you seeing as though you would be the one that had to carry that child inside of you for nine months.

Your husband took the few steps towards you that separated you from him, immediately taking your hands in his as he squeezed them softly, your e/c looking up into his brown ones again.

“It would be really nice to have a baby right now, wouldn’t it.”, he said, your eyes widening as you nodded your head.

George couldn’t help but smile, wrapping his arms around you to pull you as close to him as possible.

“Well, I guess that it is time to finally have one then.”

Your eyes lit up while you simultaneously felt the tears welling up inside of them.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure as long as you are, and I know you are. So, Mrs Weasley, let’s have a baby.”

You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore, instantly jumping into your husband’s arms as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands holding you up as you pressed your lips lovingly on his lips.

To say that you were happy was an understatement.

You had known that George was the one for you after the two of you went to the Yule Ball together. Your first kiss happened on that night as well and it was a magical moment.

To know that he was your husband and the future father of your children excited you even more and made you look forward to a bright future.

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tags: @holyheadharpies99

I'm Gonna Be a Brother?! ¬ James P.

Plot - 'Heyy can I pls request a James potter X female!reader where reader finds out she is pregnant with their second baby and surprises James and a few yrs old harry (thank you ♥️)' by @sluttylesbian4you

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - James Potter x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Nothing except cheesiness and pregnancy obviously. Lily is happily married to Mary Macdonald and Harry is the reader's son. Sorry this was delayed!! Also I added Christmasy theme

Word Count - 1.1k

“Congratulations Mrs. Potter. You are definitely pregnant, about 2 months along from the looks of it”

Pregnant.

Eyes widened at the word as your breath hitched. Emotions rang through your brain before settling on one, pure joy. Another child, another little bundle of happiness to love.

Thoughts of baby-names, future tender moments and plans clouded your brain as you bid goodbye to St. Mungo's, deciding to take advantage of the gentle Winter Day as you began your walk home.

Flecks of snow brushed against your skin and the cold air nipped playfully at your cheeks, but nothing could pull you away from the happiness you felt. James and you had always wanted Harry to have a brother or sister, but neither of you had been particularly sure on when. For the past two years, Harry had been receiving all the attention and care a little one could wish for, and for that time, both you and James were content with one child.

The crunch of the fresh snow beneath your feet acted as the soundtrack to your thoughts, with the wind rustling the remaining leaves in accompaniment. That one question lingered in your mind, how would you tell James and Harry?

Ideas of a Christmas decoration saying ‘World’s Best Big Brother’ appealed to you, but you remembered quickly that your darling son couldn’t read. Perhaps telling Harry and using him to surprise James might be the best option, but then again, the little one was never good at keeping a secret.

By the time you reached the wreath decorated door of the Potter Household, tunes of holiday songs ringing from inside, you still hadn’t decided on a method of surprising them.

‘Maybe it’s better to just tell them outright, or maybe I should just wait’ You thought as you entered the warmth.

Boxes were covering the lounge, glitter was floating around, and the two Potters were dancing up a storm as they placed the final touches on the tree. Brilliant white lights highlighted the sparkle of the blue tinsel Harry insisted on using, and the baubles looked perfectly beaming against the deep Brunswick-coloured tree. It was a joyful sight to see.

“Mummy, you home!”

The patter of little sock covered feet stopped abruptly as he leapt into your arms, bringing you into the warmth of his love-filled cuddles. Harry was always a mummy’s boy when it truly came down to it.

Holding the toddler on your hip as you ventured closer to the impressive tree, allowing Harry to tell you every detail of how he was the greatest tree maker ever. Taking in every sight as you praised the little one for his amazing work, before sending a thankful look towards your husband.

As Harry was set on the ground, running off to find the last decoration, James placed a delicate kiss against your cheek before wrapping his sweater covered arms around your waist.

“Harry wants you to place the final decoration on the tree, my love”

The confusion didn’t last long as Harry appeared with the glimmering silver star, ready to complete the sheer beauty of the tree. His little hands clutched onto the ornament as if it was treasure and could only be safe in the hands of his mum.

“Daddy put the ladd’er for you.”

Finally noticing the ladder waiting patiently beside the tree as you took the star from Harry’s cautious grip. The maternal fear crept up at the sight of the steps, realising the dangers that ladders held now you were expecting, but the look in Harry’s eyes was too adorable to deny.

“Mummy has a better idea. It involves magic.” Pulling your wand from its confines as you muttered a simple charm, knowing that Harry could never resist seeing magic in action.

The star rose from your hand as it gracefully spun, lifting closer to the top of the tree as the silver glowed from every angle and the glitter danced in the magical lights. It may have been a bit dramatic but the look on your son’s face was worth it.

His eyes reflected the shimmers as he looked on with childlike wonder, knowing that his mummy could make this beautiful thing with magic made him happier than he could word, but his face said it all.

Finally, the star perched itself on-top of the tree, completing the look as the three Potters looked on in appreciation and joy. Harry soon ran off to find his muggle camera that aunt Lily and auntie Mary had gifted him, leaving James to lovingly tease your use of magic.

“Bit dramatic love, could have just used the ladder that I so kindly set up.”

Giggling at his words as you lips moved without second thought. “Wow, so you’d make a pregnant lady climb a ladder just to put a star on a tree?”

It was as if the room had fallen silent. Realisation of your words hit you as you turned to face your husband, and when you dared to meet his eyes, you found them lined with tears. His widened eyes hid behind the frame of his glasses, the lens making the glisten of unfallen tears so prevalent.

“Is it? Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m pregnant, my darling”

The gate opened as tears of excitement ran down his face, almost catching in his beaming smile before he embraced your body with such vigour that the two of you tumbled onto the sofa. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as you pull him closer, allowing your own sobs of delight to escape as you relish in the joyous moment.

“Daddy, why you and mummy crying? You want snack?”

Those confused words pulled the two of you apart as you chuckled at Harry’s suggested cure, both you and James wondering how you ever got so lucky as to lead the life you currently have.

Scooping the worried toddler into the older Potter's arms, bringing him between the both of you as Harry tries to rub away some of the tears. You caress the little boy’s face as you settled his concerns.

“These aren’t bad tears, baby. These are happy tears, mummy and daddy are happy” Pulling Harry onto your lap as James shuffles closer to the two of you and allows his arm to rest over your shoulders. “We are happy because you are going to be a big brother. Mummy has a baby in her tummy.”

The little toddler’s eyes widened in shock, even though he didn’t know what it meant, he did know that he wanted to have a sibling to play with. A glowing smile overcame his features as he leant down, hovering his face over your stomach.

“I gonna be the best brother for you. I love you”

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this is so sweet <3

[x] IMAGINE GOING TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK WITH STILES

requested by anon

(the Chair-O-Plane gif is mine, I've filmed it myself at Särkänniemi Amusement Park)

The music and people's chattering filled your ears as you bought the tickets from the booth before you stepped through the gates. Stiles had wanted to go to an amusement park together with you, and you, having a slight crush on him, of course said yes.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and running towards the ride area. "I'll show you my favorite rides!"

You went through the park, stopping by a haunted house but agreeing that the line was a little too long for a hot summer day and you'd go on that later. But when you saw the ride Stiles pointed next, you suddenly felt like burning alive in a haunted house line would be much better.

"Stiles, no. I'm not getting on that." you felt like all the blood had been drained from your face when you looked at the looming tower he was pointing at. But when you turned to him and saw his disappointed expression, you felt like you need to be brave for him. "Alright, alright. But just once. Then I'll decide the ride. Which might be a Merry-Go-Around after that."

He broke into a smile again, took your hand and you went into the line. You kind of wanted to escape when he wasn't looking, but you wanted to impress him somehow. So you tried to swallow your fear and believe that it would go fine.

You just wasn't sure if it would be so impressive if you'd throw up.

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