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Daddy's little girl
thank you @savannah-5555 for your prompt: Harry being a girl dad and getting Lily luna ready for school I wrote this much faster than I expected, thank you so much to everyone who sent prompts, I'll try to write them all, it's just that this one came out a lot faster inspired by a true story, aka, the fact that Niece loves it when I do her hair :)
ââStay still,ââ
ââYou are doing wrong,
'I'm not,'
"That's not how Daddy does it," Ginny sighed, dropping the comb on the bed and looking at her daughter sitting between her legs, her green eyes gleaming and looking almost ready to cry. She was horrible at that, Ginny couldn't understand how she could have such lousy skills with a comb, while Harry seemed simply to have been born with the gift of making the best braid in the world.
"But Daddy needs to work," Ginny reminded her, looking at her daughter in the reflection of the mirror that hung on the wall in front of them.
"But I'm ugly," Lily sniffled, running her tiny hands over her eyes and sucking on her lower lip, as if she was trying to hold back the sob that already seemed to want to well up in her green eyes. The plump cheeks are starting to turn red already, a big sign of the growing crying.
Ginny looked at her daughter's hair.
Harry had taken her for a haircut last week as he was going to cut his hair and Lily was complaining about the heat. And Ginny no longer had the best comb skills, she could untangle, make a ponytail, and a simple bun. The rest, it was always Harry who did. Braids, pigtails, curls, more elaborate hairstyles⊠He could just look at the hairstyle magazine and reproduce them with ridiculous skill.
It was Lily's first day of school at the new Muggle school, and she clearly didn't want Ginny to be responsible for her hairstyle.
Ginny was good at choosing clothes and grooming the kids, but it was Harry who knew how to take care of everyone's hair, she had to admit defeat for that task.
The problem was that Harry was in their home office, solving some matters that had come up, and Ginny didn't want to disturb him, but she also didn't want Lily to feel ugly on her first day of school - the girl was already looking nervous to the change of school, she didn't need anything else to worry about.
ââI'm going to talk to your dad, then we'll see if he can come and do your hair, okay? But if he can't, Mom will have to,'' Ginny warned her daughter, who nodded quickly and jumped out of bed, running for the stairs before she even got out of bed and closed the jar of styling cream Harry had bought for Lily.
Lily was already at the door to the office when Ginny got there, waiting anxiously for her permission to knock on the door and call for her dad, her hair looking like a nest of angry birds.
"Daddy," Lily said after Harry allowed her entrance, her voice low and embarrassed, hands behind her back.
Ginny didn't give much thought to how shocked he looked when he saw Lily's hair, then looked back into Lily's eyes. ''Hey my Love,''
ââCan you fix my hair? Mom doesn't know how to do it like you do,ââ
"And she's feeling ugly," Ginny said, hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised as Harry threatened to laugh. 'âApparently her dad is a hairdresser and I didn't know it,'â
"I know a thing or twoâŠ" Harry shrugged, looking at the desk full of papers and then standing up. â'Come on, daddy will help you,'â
Lily jumped in glee, easily accepting his arms, hanging on to his hip as Harry scooped her up, gripping his neck to hold herself in place and smiling excitedly as they walked up the stairs, Ginny behind them, incredulous that her daughter had betrayed her that way.
Everyone knew - anyone who spent more than a second with them - that Lily was a Dad's little girl. Not that Harry didn't love and do anything for the boys, but with Lily it was even more, Harry died and killed for her.
He danced ballet in a performance with her because Lily was afraid to be alone on stage and Harry didn't want her to give up trying. He took her to a dragon park because Charlie gave a mini dragon to Lily and she was just obsessed, so Harry had to take her to the park so she could see that they were huge animals and they couldn't have one at home. Harry let Lily paint his nails, put makeup on him, play with his hair, and even put glitter on his beard.
Ginny was still laughing just remembering what Harry looked like when she came home with the boys after taking them to play in the park, and her husband was sitting at his daughter's tea table, his face all glowing, as he pretended to have tea in a cup that was too small for him.
Harry was a great father, Ginny knew that, even though she was sometimes a little jealous that Lily would rather be with him than her.
"Daughters always prefer their dads," Molly had said when Ginny complained. 'You'd rather spend hours with your dad doing nothing than with me,'â
"Come on, princess, sit here," Harry sat up in bed, leaving space for Lily to sit across from him, and then he took the comb and began to work. "Look, you need to separate her hair into three parts, but every time you braid it," Harry began, wiggling his fingers like it was something he'd been doing forever. ââYou get a new piece of hair,ââ
"I can't get all that hand coordination," Ginny jokes, sitting next to him.
ââIt's all a matter of practice⊠Here... simple. With her hair short, it's a lot faster than when it was long.â Harry didn't braid it all the way, stopping halfway and putting on a little bow Lily had chosen, then winding the hair around his finger and forming a curl, starting a new braid next to the one already finished.
ââYou are better at this than I am,ââ
ââJust practice,ââ
"Am I going to look beautiful Dad?" Lily asked, bouncing her feet anxiously, a genuine smile on her face.
"You are beautiful, Lily-lu," Harry looked at Ginny out of the corner of his eye, smiling and denying it, seeming not to believe what their six-year-old daughter was saying.
"And you still said you were afraid of not being a good girl's dad," Ginny complained, getting up and going to the closet to get her daughter's jacket and sneakers, not wanting them to be late the first day.
''I do my best,'' Harry put on the last bow, kissing his daughter's head before letting her jump out of bed, watching her run to the mirror to admire her father's work, who looked more than approved. ''You liked?''
"I love it, Dad," Lily rushed to hug him, placing a wet kiss on his cheek. Harry whispered something to Lily that Ginny didn't understand, concentrating on checking her daughter's backpack to see if anything was missing. She always forgot something. ''Mommy?''
"Hi, my love," Ginny looked at her.
Lily hugged her legs. "I love my outfit," Ginny chuckled, looking at Harry before turning her eyes back to her daughter. "And thanks for trying to fix my hair."
"Thank you, my love," Ginny bent down, kissing her forehead and then the tip of her nose, as she used to do since Lily was just a newborn. ââNow let's put on the sneakers, ok? Mom and Dad will take you to school,ââ
Lily nodded, hurrying to sit in her chair and put on her sneakers, not caring when Ginny walked over to her husband, who was smiling slightly, and kissed him quickly. ââYou are an amazing mother, Gin,ââ
"I know, I just wish I could comb her hair," she complained, letting him hold her while they waited for Lily to get ready.
'âAnd what would be left for me then?'â
"Don't come with that, Potter, you're great at a lot of things."
"So are you," Harry kissed her forehead. ââI don't know how to dress her without her looking like she's going to the circus⊠we're a team, I do a little, you do a little...ââ
"A team," Ginny repeated, smiling as she watched her daughter admire herself in the mirror, then grabbed the backpack Arthur and Molly had given her last week. ââWe are an amazing team, modesty aside,ââ
''Totally. Our players are the best. There's no better team than ours,'â Harry blinked, kissing her again, only to pull away and pick up Lily, who was already starting to complain about their delay.
Ginny couldn't have chosen a better father for her children.
They were an excellent team.
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Please please please please. I beg you, go read this !!!! Wolfstar and rarry all in one fic, itâs the dreamđ© and harry is so oblivious and innocent in this and Ron is just so perfect and Sirius and Remus are very understanding and warm I loved it đ
Remus tracing Jamesâs abs with his tongue, reblog if u agree
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The only âNot All Menâ post Iâll reblog.
To break down rape culture, we need to stop teaching people that men canât help themselves; they absolutely can look for enthusiastic consent, and they must. This is absolute bare minimum decent human being behaviour.Â
Also, if you stop teaching people that âmen canât help themselvesâ it tends to go hand in hand with teaching the fact that no, men do not âalways want itââ which in turn is beneficial for those men who might themselves be assaulted, regardless of the rapistâs gender. Enthusiastic, mindful consent applies to everyone.
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I haven't written in ages and this fic is so far from good but I literally stayed up all night to finish it because I NEEDED TO FINISH SOMETHING. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless, I'm still here! And I'm still thinking about Words Unspoken, I just am really struggling to make the next chapter not boring so needed to refresh myself with writing something else.
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âGinny, people are staring, can you stop trying to strangle your brother?â
Ginny swivelled around on her seat in a flash, sending her mother a look of indignation. Ron, who was struggling to breathe, took the opportunity to switch seats, squeezing in between George and Angelina on the bench across from his sister. He massaged his neck dramatically.
âHonestly mum, sheâs gone mental. Donât know what her problem is.â
Ginny lunged across the train compartment, trying to grab her brotherâs neck again. âDonât know what the problem is? DONâT KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS?â Bill held her back, rolling his eyes. She sat back with a huff and sent daggers at her brother. âI know you have them. Youâre just too scared to tell Hermione that you lost her Christmas gift already.â
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This is a self prompt from super long ago and I honestly can't remember why I thought of it. But now it's here and I hope you enjoy :)
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âWeasley.â
A grunt.
âOi. Weasley.â
Ginny tears off one of her shin guards and tosses it aside haphazardly. Itâs intended to put a stop to Tanithâs endless prodding but Ginnyâs so dead on her feet the guard just clatters against her half open locker. Can a person be dead on their feet if theyâre currently splayed belly down half on half off a changing room bench?
âAlright there?â
âIâd have to be dead a week to be alright,â Ginny mutters, sucking in a shallow breath to keep the drool from passing her lips.
Tanith sits somewhere in the vicinity of Ginnyâs feet and chuckles. âI never thought Iâd have mixed feelings about getting on the National Team - almost makes me wish weâd shown less potential last season.â
âDonât let Gwenog hear you - sheâll have you running the bleachers again,â Ginny says, finally pushing herself up into a seated position. Mostly she motivates herself with the thought that the longer she lies there without showering off and changing, the further she is from a hot meal and soon after her warm bed. Maybe if Harryâs feeling generous she can combine the two.
She rips her remaining gear off with heavy, tired hands and shuffles to the shower for a much needed wash to rinse away the grime and sweat earned after an extended-extended practice. Itâs almost impossible to tell how much time passes while the suds pool and swirl down the drain at her feet, but itâs at least brief enough that the water stays warm and her fingers donât prune up.
In ideal circumstances, Ginny goes straight from a warm shower to a fluffy towel (held open by one Harry James Potter) and following a very thorough drying, slips between freshly washed sheets (sans clothing and once again this bit includes Harry James Potter).
Instead, as a side effect of her profession, Ginnyâs best case scenario is often an oversized Harpy tracksuit and being shuffled into another dreadful Q&A session with the press.
As luck would have it, today sheâs free from press duty so once sheâs tucked back in her sweats, Ginnyâs only a quick review of the three Dâs away from the flat she shares with Harry. And even better, a delicious, warm meal served up by her lovely husband.
She manages to remain upright through dinner but quickly - and unsurprisingly - melts to the floor soon after.
âYou know I think someone should remind Gwenog that a dead but extremely prepared team is still dead,â Harry muses.
Ginny grunts from her place on the floor as Harry pops open another tupperware and pours cooled sauce in with gentle nudges from his spoon.
âItâs my own fault for pointing out how many National Team contenders we have on the Harpies. I would tell you to find somewhere more comfortable but I know youâd just say - â Ginny cuts in to finish his sentence halfheartedly, âIâll only make the sofa stink of human misery.â
âYou smell alright to me.â
âEmotional stink.â
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as a disclaimer, this was a guest comment on ff.net. as ff.net doesnât allow me to answer, in case you ever do find this tumblr, thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment, and that you trusted me with your opinion on this, i really appreciate it. this isnât meant as a diss at all, itâs just an interesting take.
in light of discussions that have been had re:time in castles and foreshadowing ( @prettyflores - i think that was you?) i thought it would be an interesting reminder to a lot of writers that you couldnât possibly please everybody đ.
and actually, i feel like i ought to say: i did debate having harry stay with mia/an oc (and possibly ginny with someone else) longer than he ultimately does in castles. imo thatâs an interesting take and an interesting story to tell and if anyone on here wanted to write it, iâd be keen to read it. but if youâre following canon, which i am, you have such a tight timeline before she gets pregnant with james that it becomes almost impossible to portray a relationship building, then it falling apart, then healing, then getting pregnant with kids in such a small space of time. you could have her get pregnant off a one-night-stand with harry and build the relationship from there - which is also an interesting take - but i dunno thatâs just not the way i wanted castles to go. in the end, he does end up dating mia for eight months which i think is a reasonable amount of time to show what i wanna show, without it preventing h&g from forming a meaningful connection as a couple before they have james.
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I have yeeted the de-aged Harry fic into the void because I was tired of looking at it, enjoy!
Time zone reblog!
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Werewolfs aren't all bad
For @sweeethinny who asked for a cute moment between Harry and Remus. You know the drill, Gen Fic, Rated T, nearly 2k words, Jily Lives forever, and I swear there's no typo in the title.
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Itâs raining. Harry watches the rain with a growing annoyance, hating how the change in the weather has spoiled his plans for the dayânothing very different from what he does every other day, but stillâand lets out a heavy sigh that makes Uncle Moony turn to him with a fond smile.
âItâs just summer rain, Harry,â he explains patiently. Uncle Moony is always the person that Harry turns to when he needs answers because he seems to know about everything. âYou see, during summer, the warmer temperature increases the humidity in the air, so massive amounts of moist air rise into the atmosphere, where itâs cooler, soââ
âSo it rains,â Harry concludes. Uncle Moony explained to him ages ago why it rains.
He smiles. âThe good part is that it will be over soon.â
âDoesnât look like,â comments Harry, watching the pouring rain. A shiver runs down his body when lightning flashes in the direction of the woods and seconds later the thunder follows it, shaking the windows of the living room.
âItâs a summer thunderstorm. There is nothing to be afraid of.â
âIâm not afraid!â Harry declares immediately, even as the lights in the house flickers, shadowing everything, and goosebumps rise all over his skin. âI just donât like lightining bolts.â
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