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hi!! i love love love your concussions and interruptions au and i was wondering if you could do one with james and lily doing parent stuff with reader and basically adopting her into their family bc hers sucks. i loved the latest installment where lily was helping her with her dress and i would love to see more of stuff like that ❤️❤️❤️

pass the wrench - harry potter

summary: when james comes can't find harry to help him fix something, he decides you're fit to help with the job. after all, you're practically already his daughter in law. wc: 1.6k+ cw: like one suggestive comment (james tells harry to use protection)

When James Potter walked into his living room, he was sweaty, a slight frown on his face as his brows tugged into a furrow. His hands were on his hips, scanning the living room as he looked for his son. Harry was nowhere in sight as you sipped at your tea with Lily, easy smiles on both your faces as you conversed.

“Is Harry around?” James asked, wiping a hand on his forehead, words targeted towards his wife. “In the shower.” She responded, bringing the mug up to her lips to take a long sip of her warm drink. James nodded, patting his greasy hands on his trousers. “Alright then, you’re up, kid.” He said, gesturing towards you with a jerk of his chin. Lily shot James an unimpressed look, tilting her head to the side. But you were elated, a wide smile gracing your face as you placed your cup of tea on the table, hopping up to your feet.

“Yeah, I can help!” Lily shut her mouth at the happy tone of your voice, rushing over to James, whose eyebrows shot up in surprise at your enthusiasm. “Bring your wand.” James instructed as he returned to the garage with you right on his heels. You waited for his instruction silently, watching with curious eyes as he began tinkering with something.

“What’s that?” You asked, inching closer to your boyfriend’s dad, taking in the vast object in front of you. “A car. Muggles use them for transportation.”

“Why do you have one?”

James glanced up from where he was ducked over the open hood of the car, his curls falling into his face. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s the question, isn’t it?” You laughed, eyes scanning the lifted hood of the car, trailing down to the metal components James was fixing. Or, attempting to fix. “Could I get some light here?”

You nodded, muttering ‘lumos’ and pointing your wand towards the area James was toying with. Chewing on your bottom lip, you leaned towards him, trying to see what he was doing. “Pass the wrench, would you?” You froze, turning your head towards the table near the car, tools laid out on its surface.

Swallowing thickly, you reached out towards the table, hands curling around the orange silicone handle of the tool you guessed to be the wrench. You placed it in Mr. Potter’s extended hand, and he brought it up to the car, freezing when he got a good look at it. James chuckled, turning to look at you, and you instantly knew you had guessed incorrectly.

“These are pliers,” He informed you, waving them around in the air. “Take another guess.” You huffed, shoulders sagging. “You know I got it wrong and you’re still gonna make me guess?”

James turned around, leaning his hips against the car and crossing his arms over his chest. Under his amused gaze, you stared at the table again, determined to get it right. “A wrench.” You whispered to yourself, ignoring James’s amused chuckle. You lifted another tool off the table, testing its weight in your hand. Humming, you placed it back on the table, unconvinced. You reached for another metal tool, simple looking, and yet you had no idea what it did.

You proudly presented the tool to Mr. Potter, grinning at him proudly. His eyes widened in shock and he nodded his head quickly, taking it from your hands and turning back to face the car. You giggled in satisfaction, pointing your wand towards the car again.

“Proud of yourself, are you?”

“Yeah, I am, actually.”

“Great, now pass me the screwdriver.”

You cursed under your breath, pulling your wand away from the car to spin towards the table again. “Wand!” He called, and you squeaked, pointing it in place again. You reached for the table, rolling a tool towards you and handing it to him. James hummed when he saw the screwdriver in your hand, taking it from you with an encouraging nod. “Is that right?” James responded with another nod, and you immediately asked “Okay, what next?”

“Um, next I think we see if it turns on.”

“Oh. How do we do that?”

James grinned, straightening up. He dug in his pocket for the keys, tossing them over to you. “Get in front of the wheel.” You nodded, rounding the car to open the door to the driver’s seat, settling down with a giggle. James closed the hood, then came over to your side of the car, where you had the door still open. He rolled the window down, then closed the door with a grin, seeing the joyful look on your face. He leaned against the open window, pointing towards the key hole.

“Put the key in there.” He instructed. You followed his command, glancing up at him expectantly after you’d done so. James made a twisting motion with his hand, and you mimicked it, furrowing your eyebrows when nothing happened. “Try again.” James mumbled, huffing when there was no result. He sped over to the front of the car, lifting the hood again.

You shrugged to yourself, glancing backwards and scanning the insides of the car. You squirmed, making yourself comfortable in the seat. Jumping slightly when the hood slammed shut, you met your boyfriends’s father’s eyes. He shot you a thumbs up, and you twisted the key again, eyes lighting up when the engine roared with life. “Woah!” You cried, looking up to meet James’s eyes. He jumped up with a loud cry, punching the air to celebrate his success.

“Did it work!?” You asked with a laugh. “It worked! Do you want to go for a drive?” You nodded at his words, and James hopped into the passenger’s seat, rolling down his window and putting on his seatbelt. You observed his movements, glancing back to find your own seatbelt and putting it on, locking it in the clasp. “Wait, I’m driving it?” James nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, like riding a bike.”

You froze at his comment, furrowing your eyebrows and turning to look at him. “I’ve never seen a bike like this.”

And at that very moment, the door to the garage opened once more and Lily Potter walked in, carrying a tray with two large cups of lemonade, the icy drink creating a layer of condensation on the glass. “For my mechanic and his little helper.” She said, sticking the tray into James’s side of the car. He lifted both cups at the same time, offering you one. You thanked Mrs. Potter, but she didn’t answer, squinting her eyes suspiciously at you both.

“Absolutely not.”

She finally said, putting the tray aside and crossing her arms. Her warning glare almost broke at the matching innocent looks on your and James’s faces, eyes wide and smiles sheepish. “What?” James asked, shrugging his shoulders. Lily let out an exasperated sigh, and she shook her head, reaching for James’s now empty cup. He handed it to her, and as he turned around to take your cup, you chugged the rest of your drink to follow. He laughed as lemonade seeped from the corners of your lips, taking the cup from you as you wiped away the liquid from your face.

It was only then that you realised how sweaty you had become in the humid space, your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably. You tugged at your shirt, pulling it off your slick skin, and you laughed nervously as Lily ordered “Both of you out of the car.” James grumbled under his breath and you twisted the key to turn the car off, pulling it out of its place. You opened the door, trying to get up, but you were forced against the back of your seat due to the seatbelt still strapped across your chest.

You tugged at the seatbelt, trying to pull it out of the buckle. You desperately looked over to Harry’s parents, meeting their amused gazes. “I’m stuck.” You mumbled helplessly, and Lily smiled softly as James broke down into fits of laughter.

“Hey.” Your head shot back towards the garage door, and you sighed in relief as Harry walked in, hair wet, skin gleaming. “What’s going on?”

“Fixed the car with my helper.”

“I thought I was your helper.”

“You can be his helper,” You announced, leaning forward so you could see him behind the car’s thick metallic structure. “But I learned what a plier and a wrench is!” Harry stuck his head in the opposite window, a smile on his face. “I’m proud of you, love.” You grinned, fingers curling around the seatbelt strap. “What are you doing in there?” He asked, and you heard James chuckle again.

“I’m stuck.” Harry glanced back towards his dad, shaking his head before walking over to your side of the car. He leaned over you, one hand resting on the car seat next to your head, and unlatched the clasp. You gasped as the belt flew back into its place, blinking rapidly.

“Oh.”

Harry laughed, offering you a hand. You took it, letting him guide you out of the car and towards the garage door, leading you back to the house. “Thanks for letting me help, Mr. Potter!” You cried as Harry encouraged you through the doorway. “No worries!” His voice echoed back. And then, “Use protection!”

“Dad, I just got out of the shower, we’re not going to have sex.”

“Oh, speaking of,” You added, turning towards him, just having entered the house. “Can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, of course. You’re-you’re going to shower?”

“Mhmm, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t mind at all. Of course not.” He mumbled, running a hand through his soaking hair. His eyes ran down your sweaty figure, hair slightly tousled, a couple of strands sticking to the sides of your face. You looked nice like this, he decided.

“Use protection!” James called out again, and this time, as Harry reached down for your hand, spotting the wide, teasing smile on your face at the expression he had, replied with “Okay.”

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wishes, harry potter

any time alone with your boyfriend you can get, you'll never waste.

cw: unedited, 1.2k words

as the sun rises, and dawn slowly seeps through the lace curtains of your room, you begin to stir awake. slowly gaining consciousness around you, and aware of the sleeping, raven-haired boy laying on your chest, arms crossed around you, asleep. even in your early morning haze, the light reflecting on him looks absolutely magical. glasses discarded on your book beside you, face as peaceful as ever while he reels in his dreamstate, you can’t help but admire the boy who lived. admire the way his toned body fits so perfectly on top of you, the way his unbrushed, scruffy hair still looks as perfect as ever, how he’s holding you like this. protective, but calm. lifting up your head slightly, his absentminded touch sending waves of warmth through you, radiating off of him. it fascinates you every day how harry potter can only look at you, and you have butterflies soaring in your stomach. the feeling never goes away. you want to stay in this moment forever, admiring the man you love, ignoring the stress of the outside world and whatever cruel thing is waiting for you during your next year at hogwarts, never a quiet year being part of the golden quartet, or with being harry potter’s golden girl.

feeling more awake, the warm light only getting progressively brighter outside you slowly lift your arm, body adorned with his quidditch jumper and some underwear only, beginning to trace his facial features. despite him facing away towards the light, he shows no sign of waking up anytime soon. first tracing his scar, reflecting on his childhood and how thankful you are that he lies here before you today, that he survived. then his eyebrows, the bushyness of them feeling strangely nice over the pads of your fingers. moving on to his eyes, paying close attention to his eyelashes, taking your other hand that was laying on his shirtless back to trace both with your thumbs. merlin, if you could wake up like this every-day. not just during summer, or some occasional lucky school nights. down to his under eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. every part of him, every part that you love with everything you can possibly give.

slowly, you move your hands to trace down his body, from his lips to his neck, then through to his biceps. staying there for a moment, feeling up and down the smooth of his muscles, warmth radiating off him giving a nice contrast to the breeze of wind blowing gently through your window. smiling, you relish in this moment. never had you seen the boy so at ease in months, typically, always being awake before you.

it makes you afraid to wake him, halting on your movements once more, removing your hands from his biceps and finding their resting place in his hair. one at the base of his neck, and another massaging into his scalp. ensuring not to be too harsh that it would wake him, dropping your head back onto your pillow and closing your eyes, trying your best to block the sunlight out from around you, focusing on his hair and how it feels around your fingers.

you stay like that, not stopping your movements. you’re not sure how long passes by until the man laying on you begins to stir, groans slipping out from his mouth while he adjusts to the brightness from the outside world, you peek your eyes open, a heartfelt giggle radiating from your chest as it sends vibrations through to him. he doesn’t feel a need to hurry waking up, nestling into your chest further. savouring the last few moments he has of his disoriented state, the feeling of your hands working his hair, the shivers he gets down his neck…

you don’t rush him either. letting him feel you, squeeze you tighter, hold you closer. slow mornings like this are what keep you going, the quiet tranquility of no words being spoken yet everything being said within the peaceful four walls of your room. soft humming and sighs being the only noises coming from the two of you, basking in the presence of one another.

“morning.” harry grumbles from below you, eyes still shut, arms still entrapping you.

“g’ morning” you quietly mumble back, not looking down at him. head plush against the soft pillow beneath you.

slowly, he lifts his head up from the comfortable spot on you. moaning as he does so, letting out a string of curses, clearly, upset to the fact he willingly chose to get up. you mock him slightly, letting out your own profanities and moans, still looking up with your eyes closed, but you can practically feel his facial expression, unimpressed.

you feel the sheets rustle as he moves up, hands slipping out of his hair and both finding their place on the top of his broad shoulders, sensing his face lingering above you, you crack open your eyes. smiling widely when his soft, defined face is looking back at you. eyes tired, but adoration filling them. you don't feel uncomfortable under his watch, only a deep sense of belonging and love nestling deep inside your soul. he cracks his own smile, leaning down for a kiss that you accept happily, lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his torso, almost instinctively, he puts a hand on the underside of your thigh and the other on your cheek, while you bring your hands once again back to the nape of his neck, pulling at his hair ever so slightly.

he lets out a deep sigh at the feeling, satisfied with the atmosphere created around you two. nipping at your bottom lip to gain access to your mouth, which you happily allow. letting his tongue glide in, playfully fighting for dominance before you pull away for air. flopping your head against the pillow to catch your breath. you can feel him watching, but he also slumps down. this time, much further up to the point he is practically on your chest, head lifted.

“hi.” he says, morning voice peering through the previous grunts and grumbles, making your face heat up at the roughness of it, opening your eyes and looking at him directly.

“hi.”

minutes pass, no more words being exchanged. both of you just looking at each other, eyes darting from feature to feature, memorising them, analysing them. now being able to look deep into his deep emerald eyes instead of only the thick lashes adorning the outside of them, getting lost within them.

harry looks into your eyes for the first time since pulling away, opening and closing his mouth a couple times before settling on, “i love you.”

a grin breaks out across your face, “i love you, too. thank you.” at that, he furrows his brows in confusion, “for what?”

you contemplate your next couple words, only for a second though, “everything. you.”

he scoffs at that, plopping his head back down. “i should be the one saying that. you have no idea.”

“i think i have some idea” you tease, running your hands up and down his spine, reaching as far as you can go.

beaming, he looks up at you. lifting his entire body off you and snaking his arms up your waist, attacking your body with kisses. peppering them all over you, before settling into your neck.

you lose track of how much longer you guys stay there, but you know you’re satisfied with your life, and that he is equally as satisfied with his as long as you two have each other.