summary: maybe you shouldn't have left your summer homework for the last minute. at least you're not the only one though...
wc: 0.6k+
part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)
With a loud groan, you sunk into the chair you were sitting on in the middle of your living room, dragging the sheets of parchment underneath the table with you. You should have done the homework sooner. You should have done it sooner and should have probably listened in class when Snape told you where you could find the notes for this chapter. He was going to kill you if you came empty handed. Worse, he would humiliate you if you turned in a rubbish essay.
“You alright, love?” You perked up at the sound of your dad’s voice, briefly forgetting that your parents were sat just a couple of meters away from you, cuddled up on a couch while having a cup of tea. Kicking at the floor underneath you, you pushed yourself back up on the chair, nodding. Remus had sensed your irritation a long time ago, but he didn’t want to comment, didn’t want to make you feel worse.
Sirius shrugged into Remus’s arms, muttering “Probably Snape’s essay.” “It is Snape’s essay! It makes no sense! I- I’m going to ask help from Harry.” As you shoved your feet into your slippers, carrying your essay in one hand and quill and ink in the other, you made your way to the back door, missing Remus’s comment of “He probably didn’t know there was homework!” But Sirius slapped his arm lightly. “Let her. He’ll make her feel better about herself.”
You walked down the couple of meters down the open field to the Potters’ back door, knocking softly on the glass window to alert anyone inside before letting yourself in. James and Lily were in a similar position to your parents, sat on their couch whilst playing a game of chess. “Knight to E5.” Lily muttered, watching triumphantly as her knight knocked James’s horse.
“Hiya sweetheart!” She greeted, turning her attention to you. “Hi! Is Harry here?” And as though you summoned him, Harry came skipping down the stairs, a pencil and parchment in his hand. “I was just coming to find you.” He admitted, raising his parchment up to grab your attention.
“Did you do Sev’s essay?” You asked as a greeting, and Harry threw his head back in defeat. “I’ll give you one chance to guess what I was coming to ask you about.” James laughed from his place on the couch, extending an arm towards you at the hopeless sigh you let out. “Let me take a look, I might be able to help.” You and Harry shot each other a look, but trudged over to his dad either way, holding out the paper with the essay question on it.
Lily peeked over the piece of parchment, furrowing her eyebrows as she read the question. The couple was silent, confused looks over taking their features. You stifled a laugh, watching as James ran a hand through his wild hair, lips moving silently as he read over the question again. “This is N.E.W.T level, right?” Asked Lily for clarification. You and Harry nodded in unison.
“If aunt Lily doesn’t understand, who will?” You pondered in exasperation, but a silent answer floated in the air. You and Harry turned to look at each other in synchrony, and you grimaced at the boy.
“She’s gonna kill us if we come asking her.”
“Not if Ron got to her first.”
Snatching the parchment back from James’s hands, you ran towards the fireplace with Harry, yelling out a “Thanks!” as he tugged you into the fireplace along with him. He released a handful of floo underneath your squeezed bodies, announcing Hermione’s address so that a cage of green smoke surrounded you.
When your feet reconnecting to ground underneath you, you dusted yourself off before stepping into the living room of the Granger household. A laugh immediately escaped you as you spotted Hermione and Ron sitting at her dinner table, stationary scattered on the wooden surface in front of them. Well, at least you and Harry weren’t the only ones who waited until the end of summer to complete your assignments. Hermione barely glanced up before she sighed.
I seen your post and I liveeee for jealous Harry. Jealous Harry headcanons would be so good🤭
When it comes to wolfstar!daughter I think his brain kind of short circuits. When he sees someone else flirting with her (even before they’re dating) he’s like “wtf” because even before that’s his girlfriend, that’s his girl! And he can’t exactly explain that to anyone else because of how insane it sounds. He’s yearning, he’s jealous, he’s kind of confused.
So I think he would take their PDA to another level, just so people will know she’s “taken” like they were terrible before but now it’s almost public indecency. (Especially 6th year Harry. They’re on the cusp of basically breaking down and just ripping each other’s clothes off at any point during this time.) Holding her waist slipping his hand under her shirt to graze her back, just enough to get the idea across.
He knows that she can handle herself so he tends to just let her shut it down. But if he has to get involve he will lose his temper because not only are you flirting with her, you’re overstepping on her boundries.
The sweet kisses on the cheek and the forhead kind of dip a little lower. Maybe to the jawline or the top of her neck. He’s saying “mine” to her, himself, and whoever had the nerve to flirt with her right in front of him.
Summary: Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room
Wc: 1.6k
CW: Wolfstar mentioned but they aren't the focus, mentions of weed, Fred yearning, heartbreaker reader, kissing under the influence, reader is Sirius's daughter fr,
The room was dimly lit, a single lamp in the corner casting a stale, white glow that reflected off the scattered records and half-finished cigarette packs on your desk. The scent of pot and faint lavender incense filled the air, blending with the soft hum of some obscure rock record spinning on your turntable. You were perched on your bed, one leg tucked under you and the other bouncing restlessly, a Dutch dangling lazily from your fingers as you stared at Fred Weasley.
Fred was sprawled at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, his gaze glued to you. He looked effortlessly confident- most people wouldn’t have guessed the cool smirk on his face hid how utterly whipped he was for the girl in front of him. You were everything he wasn’t: nonchalant where he was charming, wild where he was playful, and untouchable in ways that drove him completely mad.
You took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air, holding out the blunt for him to take a hit- he waved his hand, showing he had plenty for the night.
“You’re hopeless, Weasley,” You muttered, smirking at him as you flicked the ash into a tray beside your bed. “Who knew a Gryffindor could be such a prude?”
Fred grinned, refusing to take the bait. “Hopeless?” He repeated, shifting closer on the bed. “Funny, I thought I was charming my way right into your good graces.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the headboard. “Charming? Is that what you’re calling it now? Thought it was just you being too stubborn to take a hint.”
Fred chuckled, his grin widening as he rested his head against the wall, watching you with that lazy confidence that made your stomach twist in ways you’d never admit. “You keep opening the door for me, though.” His voice dropped into something softer. “Makes me wonder if you’re as tough as you let on.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head like you were daring him to keep going. “Careful, Weasley,” your voice lowered. “You might actually get to know me, and then you’ll have no excuses when I break your heart.”
Fred’s grin faltered for a split second, and something softer flickered in his eyes before he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I think I’d take my chances,” He murmured, his voice quieter now. “Might be worth it.”
You opened your mouth to respond, some witty remark ready to deflect the tension that had settled between you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you exhaled sharply, shaking your head like you couldn’t believe him.
You flicked your Dutch into the tray, leaning back fully now, your posture still guarded but less sharp.
“You’re a fool, Fred,” You hummed, your tone lighter but still tinged with that edge of sarcasm that had always been your armor. “That's not the first time I've heard that line.”
Fred watched you, his gaze lingering as you leaned back into the pillows. For a moment, you were quiet, your usual sharp tongue subdued as the music filled the silence. Fred thought you might tell him to leave- call it a night and push him out the door with a smirk and some snarky quip about how he’d overstayed his welcome. Your parents would be home any minute; Remus didn't like boys in your room- Sirius never minded it too much. As long as he wasn't home.
Instead, you shifted slightly, your eyes growing heavier as you let out a soft sigh, your head tilting back against the pillows. Fred blinked, caught off guard as your edges softened, just for a moment. Your hand raised and curled to call him over.
Fred was done for.
He knew who you were, everyone did. Even Sirius would remark you put his younger self to shame with your reputation. But Merlin. Seeing you leaned back, your pretty slightly reddened eyes, in your canopy bed, with you blank silk pillows framing your halo of hair so perfectly. One arm draped over your stomach and the other calling him over?
He was a fool, but not an idiot.
Fred moved carefully, crawling across the bed with a deliberate slowness that felt at odds with his usual carefree demeanor. His confidence remained intact, but his grin had softened, replaced by something far more tender as he closed the distance between you. He stopped just inches from your face, his weight braced on one arm as he gazed down at you. His free hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a gentleness that made your heart stutter.
“You’re something else, you know that?” He murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying the same teasing lilt but softened by the weight of the moment.
You tilted your head slightly, your eyes meeting his as you let the smallest smirk tug at your lips. “You're predictable,” You shot back, your voice quieter than usual, the sharp edges dulled just enough to make him wonder if this was you letting him in.
Fred’s grin twitched, and instead of replying, he leaned in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. The closeness made your breath hitch, but you held your ground, refusing to let him see how your resolve was beginning to waver.
“You’re not getting away with that one, love,” he whispered, his words brushing against your lips.
And then he kissed you.
It was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly careful, as though he was savoring every second, every taste of you. There was hunger in the way his lips moved against yours, but it wasn’t greedy- it was sweet, like he couldn’t believe he was here, like he didn’t dare rush it for fear of breaking whatever fragile magic hung between you. His hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek in slow, lazy circles as if to ground himself in the moment.
You felt yourself melting into him, your usual fire and defiance tempered by the way he lavished attention on you, drawing out every bit of softness you tried so hard to hide. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer as you gave in to the kiss, matching his intensity.
Fred groaned softly against your lips, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist, anchoring you beneath him. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you with a look that made your heart ache.
“You know,” he said, his voice hushed and full of that same maddening tenderness, “for someone who’s supposed to be a heartbreaker, you’re awfully good at letting me in.”
Your lips twitched, a small scoff escaping you even as your cheeks flushed. “Don’t get used to it, Weasley.”
Fred chuckled, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, slower this time. “Too late,” He murmured, his voice like a vow. “I’m already gone for you.”
You didn’t respond, your usual sarcasm failing you as your heart betrayed you with its racing. Instead, you let yourself fall back against the pillows again, Fred’s warmth settling over you like a blanket.
Fred’s gaze lingered on you as your eyes grew heavier, the sharpness in your demeanor melting into something quieter, softer. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching every subtle shift in your expression as you drifted closer to sleep. His heart was doing that maddening thing again, beating so hard he was certain you could feel it in the way his hand rested on your waist.
You shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as your head lolled back against the pillows. The arm that had been draped across your stomach lazily lifted, your fingers finding their way to his hair, brushing through it in slow, absentminded motions. Fred felt his breath catch as he leaned down, settling his head on your chest, his ear pressed to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.
The scent of lavender and smoke lingered on your skin, intoxicating in a way that made his chest ache. You were supposed to be scary, the girl everyone whispered about but could never quite keep. He was lucky you even entertained his offer of smoking together once- let alone being invited over for another go. But here you were, your fingers combing gently through his hair as though it was where you always wanted to be.
“You’re terrifying,” He murmured against you, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Your lips quirked into a faint smile, your eyes closed but your hand still moving in that soothing rhythm. “You’ve mentioned,” you replied, your voice laced with drowsy amusement. “Still not running, though.”
Fred chuckled softly, shaking his head against your chest. “Not a chance,” he muttered, looking up at you from where he lay. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Your fingers paused in his hair, and for a second, he wondered if he’d gone too far. But then you laughed, low and husky, and it sent a warmth straight through him. “Good,” you said, your voice softening in a way that made him want to hold onto the moment forever. “You'll remember me that way.”
Fred tilted his head slightly, watching you through the dim light. You were half-asleep, your guard completely down, and he could see it- the tiny cracks in your armor, the parts of you you tried so hard to hide. And Merlin, he was a goner. Completely and utterly gone for the girl who couldn’t care less, except when she did.
“I think I’m in trouble, love,” He whispered, the words more for himself than for you.
You didn’t respond, your breathing steady as you drifted further into sleep. But your fingers kept moving through his hair, and Fred couldn’t help but smile, settling deeper into you as his eyes fluttered shut.
For a boy who lived for chaos, Fred Weasley found himself at peace in the eye of the storm.
Like her taking a walk at night and some creep starts following her thinking she’s alone then padfoot immediately barking like a rabid dog cut to that creep running away.
Also her going to some place like the farmers market with pads walking infront of her cuz people just move away and give her space because of the black furry hound that’s with her.
Remus always rolls his eyes whenever he sees her using padfoot to scare people away and Sirius loves playing along (he’s also so smug about it).
i just know that wolfstar child with enough family to fill a restaurant hates the sentence "you need a blood relative to sign this" from Hogwarts, and deliberately makes everyone else other than remus, sirius and regulus sign her papers, barty has signed with blood before since they needed "a blood signing"
LMFAO
Barty: I'm sorry, I don't see what the issue here is
Dumbledore: Mr. Crouch, Miss Black-Lupin requires a signature-
Barty: and that's what you got
Dumbledore: by a blood relative
Barty: *scoffs* I'm a relative and that's my blood. that is MY niece, Professor Dumblefuck, and if you require a signature from a blood relative I will give you a signature of blood, but I can assure you that next time it won't be mine, and it won't be hers.
Dumbledore: Miss Black-Lupin, please ensure either of your father's or your uncle Regulus signs next time.
So behind on my fanfic schedule it's insane but luckily finals have ended so I'll be able to have less stress and more time to write! After I finally finish up these one-shots that have been haunting my drafts, I kinda want to write a series… wolfstar!daughter has been my main consumption of fanfics recently, and I want to try my own take on it. I want to try a different love interest besides the harry (although I love him as I wanna try a love interest who doesn't have as many fics), so I’ll have y’all vote!!
May I request Wolfstar's reaction when they find out that their daughter and Harry are actually fake dating to make Theodore Nott and Ginny Weasley jealous respectively after they were really happy when they thought that you both were genuinely dating. Only if you are comfortable ofc.
hi lovely! of course I can:) I love theo with all my heart <3
(lorenzo zurzulo is my face claim for theo and this gif is just 😍😍)
Fake?!
‘… so yeah, that’s the plan-‘
…
‘ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?!’
‘Pads, calm down a bit-‘
‘NO! PRONGS AND I WERE SO EXCITED WHEN WE FOUND OUT YOU TWO WERE FINALLY TOGETHER! … AND NOW WE FIND OUT IT’S ALL JUST BEEN FAKE THIS ENTIRE TIME!?!’
*dramatic sigh*
‘I need a moment’
*Cue Sirius making a dramatic exit*
…
*mumbling in the other room on stupid carrot heads and prince charming haired gits stealing the show*
