#harrys nickname is haz

[regulus-books]

wc: 599

warnings: none x

When Regulus wakes up, the smell of pancakes hits his nose almost instantly. He has barely gotten any sleep, but either way, he has to get up. So, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, walking down the stairs.

"Good morning, sweet boy." James walks over and kisses his forehead, smearing a little bit of flour on Regulus' cheek, he wipes it off with a scowl.

"Morning." He sits at the island counter and puts his head on his arms with a light groan.

"Grumpy boy this morning, m'love?" James asks, continuing to flip the pancakes.

"Always grumpy." A small voice babbles beside him. Regulus looks over and strokes the child's head.

"G'morning to you too, Haz." Regulus quickly leans over and kisses Harry's head.

"Good morning, papa." Harry giggles and continues to color in his coloring book. Regulus smiles at his little boy and takes in his surroundings. The whole room was light, he was sitting next to his son who just turned 6 a few months ago, and he watches as his husband of nearly 5 years as he dances around the kitchen, humming a silly tune he probably learned on the muggle radio. Life is good for Regulus, he knows that.

James places two plates in front of him, one for him and one for Harry. Regulus hands Harry his plate, and helps him pour his syrup. James sits next to him and places a kiss to his forehead.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling warm?" James touches the back of his hand to Regulus' forehead. Regulus shakes his head and takes another bite. "You are feeling quite warm." James places the palms of his hands on Regulus' cheeks.

"Let me feel!" Regulus glares at James as Harry's hands slap to his cheeks, the light sound echoing through the room. James holds a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Oh, yeah, papa. You are warm!" Harry forces Regulus to look at him and squeezes his father's cheeks.

"Alright, Haz," James stands up from his place in the kitchen and picks Harry up once Harry is done eating. "If papa really is sick we don't want you to catch anything, so go on and put your shoes on." He places Harry gently onto the floor, Harry wraps his chubby arms around Regulus' calf's before running off to the front door.

"I'm going to work." Regulus states.

"You aren't."

"I am, James."

"Do you wanna get all those little kids sick?" Regulus glares at James, he had gotten into teaching not to long ago, now he teaches Harry's kindergarten class. "Hm?"

"Obviously not, Potter." James raises his eyebrows with a grin.

"Head off to bed, will you? I'll come in after I drop off Harry and cuddle you. Sound good, Potter?"

"Whatever." Regulus ignores the blush that spread on his cheeks, he gets up from his place at the table and sits next to Harry, helping him lace up his new lighting mcqueen sneakers that nana Effie bought him. "Papa isn't gonna be at work today, is that okay with you, babe?" Regulus tucks one of his little boys curls out of his face, Harry makes a pouty face. "I know, sweetheart, blame daddy." Harry's face up turns quickly. "I'll see you later, okay?" Harry nods his little head.

"I love you, papa." Harry puckers his little lips and kisses both his father's cheeks, grinning wildly as James rounds the corner.

"I love you too, baby." Regulus smiles back at him.

"Off to school!" James lifts Harry in the air, spinning him.

(for @ashywashy1240 bc I keep traumatizing him)

[sweetcreaturetm]

I know for a fact that Steve calling Eddie “Eds” in literally every fic (which I love and support) came from a British person.

[369headline]

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[inkdrinkerworld]

dilf james and milf reader going on a fancy work trip together and leaving harry home alone so they let him have his friends over and so harrys trying to get them to leave faster before his friends come bc everytime they see his mom they just DROOL over her EVERY TIME. but they don't go out in time so his friends are just STARING at her and harry's just like "ugh this again 🙄" idk why i thought of that honestly but it took over my mind while i was at my molecular biology class 💔

harry is biting his fist when he hears your key in the door.

"baby, i'm sure they were fine," he hears his father say and cringes as his friends' heads pick up from their gaming console.

"you better not be gross," he warns them, but it's too late. ron, fred and even hermione are leaning over the sofa's back.

"hi mrs. potter," they greet only you and harry shares the same annoyed look as his father. "how was your trip?"

you're in a pair of jeans shorts and a tank top and harry wishes his father would give you his shirt. you're oblivious to their affection bleeding into their question.

"it was good! my speech went well," harry comes way from the living room to take the bag of what he assumes is fruit from you.

"what did you kids get up to?" it's like james is a secondary thought with the way their heads turn to him in sow motion.

"ma," harry whispers as he sets the figs and melons on the counter.

"yeah, haz-bear," he blushes at the nickname and looks so much like his father that you stamp a kiss to his cheek.

before harry can say anything his friends' heads turn and the leave james standing alone in the foyer as they rush to claim, "what about our kisses?"

james and harry are wearing twin grimaces.

[nikholascrow]

nicknames for marauders characters

Remus - rem, moony, moons, moon

Sirius - padfoot, sisi (see-see) (what harry called him when he was little before he properly learned his name), siri

Peter - wormtail, wormy, pete, trash rat /aff

James - jamie, prongs

Regulus - reggie, reg, baby black

Evan - Ev, Evie, rosie, princess

Barty - bart, bee

Pandora - dora, pan, panda

Lily - lils, lil

Marlene - marls

dorcas - dor, cas, dorky

Mary - mcnuggets

Harry - haz, Bambi

bonus petname hcs

Barty calls evan pretty boy religiously and my rose or my flower because thats not gay right????? (its gay. he’s gay. for Evan.)

Sirius hates siri so fucking much the only one who can get away with calling him that is remus and he only does it as a joke

Regulus almost exclusively call’s James jamie even before they start dating if he calls him his given name James knows he’s pissed

also i feel like James would call Lily lils

a reblog said Barty would also call Evan princess which i think is so true so i added that

also added cas from another reblog y’all are smarter than me /lh

panda and dorky are from another reblog adding all y’all’s suggestions is so fun :]

[floralembarrassment]

Detention (1/1) (jegulus)

“I’m sorry professor you are going to have say all that again and slowly, because I do not understand how my son is the one in trouble right now,” Regulus scowled into the fire. Professor McGonagall’s face was just as stern as always, even through the flames. James walked into the room as he heard his husband’s unimpressed tone from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong love?” James asked, as he peered around the door. Regulus turned in a huff, “apparently our son has detention for the third time this term for standing up to a bully who was picking on Harry’s friend Neville.”

“Mr. Black, your son transfigured Mr. Malfoy into a cauldron.” McGonagall called from the fireplace.

“Did he really?” James said, sounding too impressed. “Hi Professor, you must be a very good teacher then because you know I was shit at transfiguration,” James laughed as he came in and stood behind Regulus. “Good evening Mr. Potter, and yes while your talents were never quite that strong I’m sure Harry has learned a thing or too from his other father,” and even through the flame they could see the side eye McGonagall was giving to Regulus. “I still do not understand why he has detention?” Regulus said, shaking his head. “The Malfoy boy is ruthless and I have heard what he has been doing to Neville,” Regulus stated flatly.

“I won’t be discussing the punishments of other students with you Mr. Black,” McGonagall said dismissively.

“Oh so that snotty nosed kid is getting punished too. Well Harry did turn the boy into a cauldron, though he should be getting top grades this year professor,” James said. Both Regulus and McGonagall stared at him annoyance clear but for different reasons. James raised his hands in the air in surrender, and spoke quickly to save himself: “Professor is Harry there?”

“Yes,” McGonagall said, and she swiftly moved out of the way. After a moment Harry’s face came in through the flames. His head hung and his eyes low.

“Haz,” James said, dragging out the nickname with a sigh.

“I’m sorry dad, but Neville was nearly crying!” Harry said now looking at them with big eyes.

“I know, and honestly I’m proud of you for sticking up for your friend but you can’t be hurting other people like that Harry.” James said.

“I know.” Harry said, hanging his head again.

“Harry,” Regulus said his voice steady. Others would think it firm, but Harry and James knew that tone. That keep your expression blank while I speak secrets to you in public tone. “Je suit fiere de toi. Un chaudron? Mon beau, ca c'est incroyable. Comment est-ce que tu as fais ca?”

Harry, who was still a new 12, couldn’t help but get excited. Regulus saw his eyes glimmer but his face stayed flat. “C’était tout nos pratique Papa! Je peux aussi fair voler mes livres jusqu’au bibliothèque, et j’ai faite la meilleure potion aujourd’hui que meme Snape était impressionné!

“Ca c'est mon beau!” Regulus clapped his hands together. Remembering he was supposed to telling off his son he said, “Okay well Dad and I need you to be mindful that you aren’t causing more harm okay,” Regulus winked.

“Okay Papa. I’m sorry.” Harry said, but his smile betrayed him.

“Alright, stay out of trouble. Je t’aime mon fils,” Regulus replied with a warm smile.

“Love you Haz!” James called from behind Regulus, who was just as lost as McGonagall neither of them knowing at all what was just said between Harry and Regulus. “Love you too, Dad!” Harry called back.

“You’re both coming to the match next weekend, yeah?”

“Gryffindor vs Slytherin? We wouldn’t miss it!” James and Regulus said in unison.

“Awesome! Okay I gotta go! Say hi to pads for me! Moony says hi!” Harry called as he walked away.

“He looks too happy to have had a talking too,” McGonagall said as he came back into view. “Alas, I’ll see you both next week,” and a small smile crept up the side of her lips as the fire went out.

[oxydiane]

'So...' Harry stands right in the middle of Sirius' room entrance, his hands fidgeting and his eyes looking anywhere but at his Godfather, bashful. 'Uhm...'

Sirius raises an eyebrow. 'Yes, Harry dear?' Harry groans and Sirius smiles.

'I told you to stop! It's not funny anymore!'

'Nonsense. I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, why don't you sit here and tell me what's troubling you, sweetie-pie?' Harry's eyes widen at that last sentence, any annoyance at Sirius' cheesy nicknames gone as his cheeks colour red. Sirius' eyebrow arches once again. 'Don't tell me you thought you were being slick with that?'

More frustrated groans leave the boy's lips as he makes his way to Sirius' bed, sitting down and pulling his knees against his chest.

'This is stupid. How do you always know?'

'Come on, Haz, I changed your diapers and walked around with baby vomit on my clothes –'

Harry screeches in an attempt to stop his Godfather from bringing up any more embarrassing shenanigan, but Sirius is hardly deterred.

'I held you in my arms as you cried after that kid told you Santa wasn't real and I actually got you that Snitch toy –'

'And then you showed up at his parents' house and gave them an angry rant, saying that if they want to taint their children so young they should at least make sure they don't go around ruining others.' The teen adds painfully.

'Of course, I did, nobody is allowed to make my pumpkin –' a whine. 'pie cry. So, out with it, what's wrong?'

'I...' With a deep breath, he shuts his eyes close. 'I think... I think I might, I don't... I'm not sure – I think I may fancy someone?'

The statement is met with silence and Harry is afraid to look at his Godfather, feeling his cheeks burn. God, this is embarrassing.

It's only after he hears the sound of an ink bottle smashing against the floor, and feels Sirius' hands hold both his arms, that he cracks an eye open and sees his Godfather crouched right in front of him.

'Who is it?'

'Uh –'

'Bambi, who is it? It's Ron, right?'

Harry is sure his face must resemble a bell pepper. 'H-How –?' but Sirius squeezes his shoulders before he can finish that sentence.

'I bloody knew it. Of course, it's the redhead, oh Moony is going to pay up –' the muttering comes to a halt when Harry clears his throat, trying to get Sirius' attention back. 'Oh, yes, of course, you know it's totally alright to like a friend, especially at your age, right baby? Liking a boy is not the end of the world, I mean, especially when they so clearly like you ba –'

'So,' Harry interrupts him before Sirius can get lost in his rambling. 'You are... alright with it? You're not freaking out?'

'Oh, I'll have my freaking out over how fast my little one is growing later, probably after a few glasses of wine, which you know you aren't allowed –' Harry frowns, he was allowed a sip of wine from his Godfather's glass sometimes, on occasions. 'But now, I want to know everything. So? Your best friend?'

Harry's face heats up once again. 'Yeah... It came out of nowhere!' Sirius nods in understanding before taking a seat beside his Godson, ready to ask for every detail.

[tracingpatternswrites]

It’s past midnight where I am, so here’s today’s @wolfstarmicrofic for the prompt swing. For @impishtubist who’s had a bad week, hope this cheers you up at least a little, darling.

”Pa’foot!” Harry shrieks as he spots him walking through the gate to the school, setting off into a run and Sirius just about manages to catch him as the boy throws himself into his arms.

”Hiya, sprog,” he laughs, feeling his chest expand as he hugs the boy, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head, knowing it’s something Harry will grow out of any moment now. But for the time being it’s allowed, and he spins him around before setting him back down on the ground. ”Eager to get home, are we?”

”No,” Harry shakes his head, blinking up at him with bright green eyes. ”Don’t want to go home.”

”Oh?” Sirius asks, ruffling his hair. ”Where d’you wanna go then?”

”I want to go with Teddy,” says Harry, already tugging Sirius along with him, but not towards the exit but rather back towards the school. ”Teddy has a swing and a trampoline behind his house and I think that would be so cool to try and Teddy says it’s very safe and he says he can jump super high and I think if I could just try and jump on a trampoline I’d be very good at it too but if you say I can’t then at least I can swing and you know how much I love to swing and–”

”Whoa, Haz,” Sirius laughs, holding a hand up as he pulls the boy gently to a stop. ”First thing’s first: who’s Teddy? There’s no-one in your class with that name.”

”There is now,” Harry says, practically jumping on the spot as he shoots his godfather an impatient look. ”He started today and he’s all new here and he doesn’t know anyone so I said we could be friends and did I say he has a trampoline and a swing?”

”You did,” Sirius confirms, trying not to smile at the boy’s obvious eagerness. ”But we don’t know if it’s okay with Teddy’s parents yet.”

”Teddy’s daddy said it was,” Harry interrupts eagerly, ”Come oooon, Padfoot!”

Sirius lets Harry tug him along then, towards a boy with brown curly hair that looks about the same age as Harry albeit a bit taller.

”This is Teddy,” announces Harry with a gesture to the boy, ”and Teddy’s daddy.”

Sirius smiles at the boy before shifting his gaze over to the man next to him, his hand extending automatically and he’s got the polite greeting on his tongue but then his gaze moves up to catch on golden eyes and oh. 

Sirius feels his world tilt a little, the golden eyes light and shining as he meets Sirius gaze, face framed by brown curls identical to the boy’s and skin impossibly tanned. Oh, Sirius thinks again, numbly.

”Hello,” the man says, voice warm and with a melodic sort of accent that Sirius can’t immediately place. ”You must be Harry’s dad.”

”Godfather,” Sirius corrects automatically before he catches himself, realising how short he must’ve sounded, ”Er, I mean, well, godfather, technically, but also his guardian–”

”Padfoot’s my Padfoot,” Harry explains, tugging at Sirius’ arm keenly. ”Can we go, Padfoot, please?”

”Padfoot?” the man asks, an amused sort of curl to his lips and Sirius can’t help but smile as he looks down at the black haired boy, excitement radiating from him.

”It’s, well…a nickname, I guess,” he shakes himself, turning his eyes back to the man. ”My name’s Sirius.”

The man smiles properly then, shaking his hand, grip firm and warm and the long fingers closing easily around Sirius’. Oh.

”Nice to meet you, Sirius, I’m Remus. And this is Teddy,” he gestures towards the boy who is chatting away happily at Harry, the two of them practically buzzing with excitement.

”Er,” Sirius says again, once he’s managed to tear himself away from the man’s (Remus’) piercing gaze, ”well, Harry said something about wanting to go with Teddy but I don’t want to inconvenience you if–”

”It’s no inconvenience,” Remus assures him before he has a chance to finish the sentence. ”We live just around the corner from here and we just moved in. It’s just me and Teddy so I’m only happy if Teddy’s managed to make a friend on his first day. Really, it’s no problem.”

”Oh, right,” Sirius says, frantically searching for something else to say even as Harry is practically hanging from his arm now, pulling at him. Just me and Teddy, echoes in his head and he steals a furtive glance at the man’s left hand. No ring. ”Well, then…”

He trails off, unable to think of anything else to say, as if he’s completely forgotten everything about how to set up a playdate and he drops his eyes to Harry, the boy groaning dramatically and impatiently, and Sirius recognises it as him being only about half a minute away from a tantrum. 

”You could come too.” 

Remus’ voice pulls Sirius’ thoughts back and he looks up at the man again. He’s tall, just about taller than Sirius himself which is no mean feat. And his eyes. Sirius can’t look away.

”What?” He asks, because his brain feels foggy.

Remus nods, amusement dancing in his eyes and mouth quirked into a smile, ”Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt if I made a friend on Teddy’s first day either,” he pauses, an uncertain sort of pull around his mouth as he studies him, “Unless you’ve got somewhere else to be?”

”No,” Sirius says quickly, too quickly, he scolds himself but it’s too late now and he clears his throat. ”I mean, that’d work, we just planned to– god’s sake, Harry, stop pulling at me,” he interrupts himself, a little exasperated as he looks down at the boy who pouts at him.

”But you’re taking too long. Can we go or not?” He demands, and Sirius can see James hinting in his features, the steely sort of determination that he used to see on James’ face whenever they played football. 

Sirius’ gaze flickers to Remus for a moment but the other man merely makes a half shrug, that same smile still playing over his face as he raises an eyebrow in question.

”Yeah alright, we can go,” Sirius says, unable not to smile at the joyous shouts that emits from the boys, both of them setting off over the school yard.

”Wait for us by the gate, Teddy,” Remus calls out after his son, a fond sort of expression on his face as he watches them run and it makes Sirius melt in an instant.

”You coming?” Remus asks, tossing his head in the direction of the boys, brown curls dancing with the movement and they’re close enough now that Sirius can see traces of faint, silvery scars on the side of his face, almost hidden in the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles.  Sirius feels something hot spark in his chest, something unclenching there that hadn’t been unclenched in a very long time and all he can do is nod as Remus starts walking, swallowing thickly as he follows behind. 

Oh, he thinks again as Remus starts moving, unashamedly running his gaze over his backside now that he can, before he quickly lengthen his steps to catch up with the other man, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest. I’m so fucked.

[propheciesanddreams]

#presentsforpadfoot Part 1

I promise I don’t keep meaning to do part 1/part 2s but I lost some writing time today and it just isn’t getting finished. Anyway, here’s the before the present buying cuteness and a little sadness and then tomorrow I’ll post the shopping and the Christmas holidays.

“That’s time. Everyone pass your parchments forward and no homework over the holiday break. You’ve all done marvellous work this semester and I cannot wait to work with you all again in January.” Remus called out to the class after a cursory glance at the clock. He’d accidentally let class run an extra three minutes but thankfully this was the last course before supper. 

The classroom erupted into babble as the students passed their tests forward. Remus walked by the front row collecting all the tests and then moved to his desk to pack the tests and his books up. A few students came up to wish him a Happy Christmas, he returned the wishes with a smile and watched the classroom empty out until only one student remained. 

He looked so much like James, it caused a pang of ache in Remus’ chest. He’d grown quite a bit over the last few months in the way that teenagers begin to resemble baby deer; limbs too long and not enough control over them. His hair was getting shaggier too, sticking up at all ends. Perhaps Remus could convince him to trim it a bit over the holidays. Harry was staring out the window as Remus walked over to him. 

“Something on your mind, Harry?” Remus smiled warmly at his godson. 

“Professor Lupin…” He began but Remus held up a hand. 

“It’s the holidays now, Haz. No need to call me Professor.” He instructed, pulling over a chair to sit down in front of where Harry was seated at his own desk. 

“Moony…” Harry smiled tentatively. “I need your help.” He admitted just as slowly as he had spoken Remus’ nickname. Remus kept the shock off his face, unsure what his godson could have in mind. He’d had a pension for getting into trouble since his first year at Hogwarts and not the good kind James had gotten himself into, but the kind where he’d nearly died multiple times. 

“I’m always here, you know that.” Remus’ expression softened even as Harry grew more nervous. 

“Idontknowwhattogetpadfootforchristmas!” He rushed out. Remus looked at him in momentary confusion before bursting into laughter. 

“Ok, take a breath, I’ve understood Padfoot and Christmas?” He inquired leaning forward warmly. 

“I don’t know what to get Padfoot for Christmas.” Harry repeated, slower this time. “Will you help me?”

“You don’t have to get him anything. He’s happy to just spend the holidays with you after all these years.” Remus attempted to reassure him though his hunch was that since Harry was the perfect mix of James and Lily this would not placate him. 

“I have to get him something.” Sure enough. 

“Ok, how about we go into Hogsmeade tomorrow and do some Christmas shopping before we floo home.” Remus reasoned, mentally calculating how to rearrange their day to allow for a shopping trip. 

“You mean it!” Harry looked up excitedly.

“Of course. How about this, I’ll meet you at Hogsmeade station so you can walk down there with Ron and Hermione and say goodbye to them and then we can continue into the village for our shopping.” It was worth rearranging their plans for the look of delight on his godson’s face. 

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up out of his seat and embracing Remus. Remus chuckled and ruffled Harry’s hair. 

“Come on now, we’d better get to supper.” He stood with an arm around Harry’s shoulders as the topic changed to plans of picking up another gift for Ron. Though Remus would have guessed that was just so Harry could go to the Quidditch store for his own reasons. 

Sometimes it was so strange to walk these halls again. Even with this being his second year back at Hogwarts, Remus still felt the metaphorical ghosts of his past around every corner. Last year his mind had been stuck so firmly on Sirius, when Remus wasn’t imagining him there, he’d actually physically see him in those awful wanted posters or discarded Prophets. This year though it was Lily and James who haunted him. 

One particularly vivid memory hit him when he rounded the corner towards Gryffindor tower from his office. Of James standing just by that tapestry fretting about what he was going to buy Lily for Christmas. His hair was a mess, all of him was really because his uniform was wrinkled and windswept. Remus tried to recall if he’d just gone flying but he didn’t remember James carrying his broom during this conversation. James had been pacing back and forth as they waited for Sirius and Peter to meet them. 

“You really think she’ll like this necklace? Maybe I need to go back to Hogsmeade. Oh! What if I get her an owl! She doesn’t have one and she’s always talking about how she wishes she didn’t have to borrow Marlene’s to write to her dad. Or a cat! She loves cats. Do you think it would be too much to buy her a cat? Is there time to go back to Hogsmeade tonight?” 

“Jamie, calm down.” Remus chuckled. “Lily has been one of my best friends for six years—“

“Not helping.” James grit through his teeth. 

“Anyway,” Remus rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t need an owl or a cat or even that necklace. Though the necklace is perfect!” He added at James’ panicked expression. “She’s going to love just spending the holidays with you. She’s so excited to meet your parents.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Whatever you give her, it’ll be perfect.” Remus pat James’ shoulder. James sighed. 

“It’s just the last Christmas before…” Before indeed. 

“I know. Best not to think about it. Look there’s Wormy and Padfoot.” 

Remus shook himself out of the memory before he could get too sad. They all ended like that now, their childhood tainted by the war. Harry’s too now. It hurt to remember, to be in this place and live the memories again in such a visceral way. He gave the password to the portrait and fought another wave of nostalgia as he made his way across the common room and up the boy’s staircase. Thankfully Harry hadn’t been assigned to the Marauder’s old dorm. That may have been too much for Remus to handle today. He plastered on a smile now though, tonight he’d share a drink with Sirius and they’d reminisce together, now he would worry about Harry. 

He knocked twice on the door before it was opened by a very distraught looking Seamus. 

“Oh hello there Professor.” Remus didn’t miss his shocked look. 

“Everything alright, Seamus?” He inquired. 

“Erm…” He looked sheepishly. 

“He stole my jumper and won’t give it back!” A voice from deep within the dorm called out. 

“I did not steal your jumper, Dean! Besides, it looks better on me.” He muttered the last part under his breath and Remus had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. So the glances he’d caught between the two students this year were something after all. 

“Is Harry here?” He asked, leaving the boys to their own privacy and moving back to his task at hand. 

“Over here, Profess—Moony.” He corrected himself shyly. He was haphazardly chucking things into his trunk. Remus chuckled at how like James that was. 

“I just came to take your things so you don’t have to carry them around Hogsmeade but it looks like I may have come by too early.” 

“Nearly done.” Harry exclaimed. “Ron, have you seen my transfiguration book?” He called over to the redhead who looked even worse for wear than Harry was with packing. 

“Uuh, oh here!” Ron dove under his bed and retrieved a book, tossing it just past Remus’ nose. Harry caught it expertly. “Oops, sorry Professor.” 

“No harm done, Ron.” 

“There. Packed!” Harry looked up from his packed bag and handed it over to Remus. “I’ll meet you at the station?” He asked, clearly making sure they still planned to go on their shopping trip. Remus smiled warmly at the hesitation in his question. 

“Yes, see you in a few hours.” Then he turned to the room at large, “Happy Christmas, boys!” The greeting was repeated as Remus left the dorm. 

[sweeethinny]

Jilytober - Day 2

“You didn’t have to do this…” - DAY TWO

because there is no better AU for James than him being a pirate, but as I don't know how to write about it yet, here's something similar

@jilytoberfest

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‘’You didn’t have to do this…’’

''And you expected me to do what?!'' Lily said, really trying to understand why James was surprised. Had he not enjoyed his surprise party? She had even dressed up baby Harry as a pirate to look like her.

Okay, it was just the three of them and Dorothy, their elderly cat, who hated any humans other than them — Harry mostly — but Lily managed a lot if you thought all she had was a children's book of pirates, magic, paper and old colored pencils.

''We can't let Dad's birthday go unnoticed, can we Haz?'' Lily called him by the nickname James had come up with, and their son squealed excitedly, clapping his hands and reaching toward his father.

''It's just...'' James sighed, and she noticed there were tears in his eyes. He denied it, taking his son in his arms and showering him with kisses, accepting the pirate hat that Lily had made from paper and newspaper. ''Thanks.'' He smiled.

''Whenever you need it, Captain Potter,'' She blinked, kissing him with all the love she felt inside her chest.

[mcityxe]

HEADCANONS - Wroetoshaw - Harry Lewis . This are some headcanons that I came up with! If you have any other headcanons about him or someone else from the Sidemen, please to add! :)

His love language is touch

- He loves it when someone touches him (NOT SEXUAL!) wether it was a shoulder pat, a hug, anything, that man CRAVES physical touch

He loves to bake as well he has a whole big ass recepy book that he had gotten from a family member.

- He loves to bake for the other Sidemen and his friends, so when he goes to a shoot, 99% of the time he has a tuperware cointainer filled with baked goods

He loves when his friends call him Bog, Boggy, Haz etc. (Any kind of nickname!!)

He knows how to speak fluent French thanks to his mother

He would do anything for his younger siblings

He isnt the biggest fan of GTA and alot of other similar games, but he playes them with the boys and makes videos with them because he loves it when they play said video games and they get so happy for winning or something

Callux and CalFreezy became his offical cuddle buddies when he moved in with them

He's still plotting revenge for the times Freezy moved his bedroom into his bathroom and for the time Lux "moved him out" of his own room

- He will probaly paint all of their stuff and rooms bright pink or something like that

* its still a plan in proces

Hes actually really smart, both book smart and street smart but he just dosent like to show it alot

- Hes waiting for a moment when he will have to be both book and street smart to show everyone how smart he is

* But in the end all of his friends know he is smart, one way or another

He loves table tennis!!

Harry "Wroetoshaw" Lewis is the most socially akward person in the whole ass world

- Man is littelry akward when meeting a FUCKING snowman person (a person dressed in a snowman costume)

- He hates to interact with people he dosent know

- But when hes around the other Sidemen members and his other friends he becames the biggest extrovert known man kind

- The lil mf is an extrovert hidden in an introvert body

Bc of the pandemic in 2020 he got super close to ChrisMD, WillNE and Stepher Tries due to Chrises videos (the holiday, takeout videos and etc.)

- Now they have weekly facetime "meetings" if they havent seen eachother that week

Smokes pot due to calm down his anxiety (aka using prescribed safe drugs due to his mental health)

His whole family can drink alot and not get drunk very quickly or sick, so thats why he dosent have a problem to drink alot

- But now he dose try to drink alot less then he used to

In football, hes better in defence then attack

He had a guine pig as a child

He loves his dog Herbert more they he loves himself

- He would die for that dog

Thats all for now, but do add more headcanons if you would like :)

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

Part 4 out of 8 for @hanukkahwolfstarweek (part 1, part 2, part 3) Fourth night: Presents Word Prompts: laughter, surprise, love Also on: AO3

The second they knock on the door of James and Lily’s hideout at Godric’s Hollow, fist drumming against the wood in an agreed-upon pattern of familiar knocks, he hears a sharp roll of familiar laughter slice through the air.

“Look who is here!” Lily exclaims loudly, throwing the door open. Harry is hoisted up on her hip, dressed in an adorable looking onesie of a Christmas deer, his hair longer and fluffier with every time they see him, resembling a pair of small, messy antlers on his head.

“Poof!” He exclaims happily, the clumsy mouth butchering the vowels of his nickname together. He recognises Sirius’ face instantly, and his small fists reach out, fingers closing around air, clutching at the space around him demandingly until his mother finally gives in and hands him over.

“Hello, Bambi,” Sirius coos, unable to stop his smile from spreading once he takes Harry into his arms. The kid is instantly all over him, tugging on any stray lock of hair he can find, hands wandering over the leather fabric of his jacket, his beard, his shoulders, an insatiable source of natural curiosity.

They step inside, allowing Lily to close the door behind them so the cold does not slip through.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” Sirius whispers, grin widening at the excited noise Harry makes, clapping his tiny hands together, giggling breathlessly.

No matter how hard of a day, week, month they’ve had - this is always something Sirius looks forward to. Harry is like the manifestation of Hannukah light itself, so full of pure joy and genuine excitement. He is unlike them, who are now damaged with all the sorrow they have gone through and all the terrors they have witnessed - he has nothing but love to give because that’s all that he’s ever received, and if Sirius could wish for just one thing, he would wish for Harry to stay this way forever.

When they all gather around the table to light up the candles after dinner, Remus reaches for his bag to pull out the Hannukiah the two of them have prepared as a housewarming gift for James and Lily. It’s manually carved, with three shapes of animals at the foot of the Menorah - a stag, a doe and a small fawn between them. Just the wide smile alone that it puts on James’ face when he sees it is worth all the effort that has gone into it.

“You should place it on the window ledge, or above the door frame,” Remus elaborates, “it’s meant to bring light and good luck to the house.”

Harry reaches his small hands out, trying to touch it, his face twisting in a grimace that threatens the start of a tantrum when Lily tugs him back.

“Also it’s charmed against falling, breaking, shattering, bruising--” Sirius recites quickly, glancing sideways at Remus for confirmation “--what else?”

“Burning,” Remus supplies.

“Obviously.” Sirius reaches out and taps his finger against the candle holders at the top. “It has a fire protection spell, so any candle you light inside it will be safe to touch, no heat or inflammation.”

“That’s.. that’s so thoughtful,” Lily says, her lips tugging up into a smile. “He always gets upset when we don’t let him near it. He loves the lights. Don’t you, little troublemaker?” She runs her fingers along his side in a tickling motion, then loosens her grip on the toddler, letting him crawl over to the new object of interest. “Thank you.”

James steps closer, picking the kid up into his arms. “Come on, Haz,” he says, leaning closer to bop the toddler’s red nose with his own, which makes Harry squeal in delight. “Want to help uncle Moony and Padfoot light it up?

Later that night, when Lily is dosing off into sleep once she finally has a moment of peace with Harry in Remus’ lap, giggling softly at something Remus is reading to him from a book, Sirius and James use the moment to sneak out onto the porch.

The ground outside is covered with snow, cold and chilling in contrast with the warmth of the house inside, and Sirius shudders a little when they step out.

“How’s it going?” He asks, shifting to pull a cigarette out of the pack James holds out to him.

“Eh. You know, not bad,” James replies with a shrug. He leans back against the wall and presses the cigarette between his teeth, hands tucked into his coat, smoke mixing with steam from his mouth as he speaks around it. “I just wish I could get out a bit, do more. Being stuck here sucks arse, mate.”

He doesn’t say much more than that, but he doesn’t have to. Sirius knows. He knows how much it’s killing James to feel so helpless, having to double check his every move or action with the Order so he doesn’t accidentally put everyone around him in danger just by breathing wrong. James was not made to be stuck in one spot, he was made to be free and wild like a flame, soaring up to the sky and swallowing everything in its way.

But they’ve crossed the point of their teenagehood when they thought that anything could be bent to their will, and every thing can be achieved just if they want it hard enough - they know their limits, know the obstacles, and Sirius can not offer him much more than a sympathetic smile, knowing that James can feel his understanding, and reach out a hand to squeeze the other’s shoulder tightly.

“How about you and Moony?” James asks, hurrying to change the subject. “You two hanging on?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Sirius nods in response. “I mean-- not great, you know. It sucks. It’s rough out there. But I’m.. I’m glad I have him,” he says at last, eyes darting over to the window behind him where Remus’ form can be seen through the frosty glass, Harry crawling and climbing all over him as much as his limited mobility and small body allows him at this point.

When he looks back to James, he finds the other looking at him with a warm smile and an affectionate glint in his eyes. “You two have come so far,” he murmurs softly, the words barely audible over the whistle of the wind around them, “I’m proud of you.”

And there it is - that word, slipping off his tongue so seamlessly, like it’s the most natural and easy thing for him to say in the entire world, but also with heavy meaning and intent behind it that can not be doubted. It sounds so effortless when he says it, even though it still makes Sirius choke a little just from hearing it, let alone speaking anything close to it.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” James says quickly, pulling away from the wall to throw an arm around Sirius’ shoulders, “it’s freaking cold in here.” He stubs his cigarette out against the wooden planks of the house and throws it over the railings of the porch into the snow outside.

“Happy Hannukah, Pads,” he whispers, pulling Sirius closer against his side as they head back inside the house. “Here’s to many more.”

And really, that’s the only thing keeping him going at this point. The thought of more days like this to come, just the lot of them together - him and Remus, James and Lily, and now Harry too. It makes it all worth it in the end.

“Happy Hannukah, Prongs.”

[hazmatazz]

pspsps i like your url, wanna tell me the origin story?

heeheheheheh!!!

it's not a cool story at all but i do get to share a song and character like so let's GO!

i'm transgender (obv.) and at the time of picking my name i was sooo into spider-man and lowkey kinned his best friend: harry osborn so i stole his name for my middle name (harrision but went by harry)

then i joined this spider-man discord server and this one person in the server (miss her, she was cool :) ) decided to nickname me hazzy/haz (to separate me from harry osborn when talking)

which is why i now go by haz

anyways one day i was listening to the top-hits-of-my-heart song razzmatazz! (highly recommend)

and i really loved the word and decided to google it. the definition of razzmatazz is basically the same as razzle dazzle which is:

and it's like: oh! i like that! :)))

then i decided to combine my nickname haz with this new cool word i god and boom (i did contemplate between hazz or haz for it but i just like hazmatazz better than hazz :) )

anyways thank you!!! :D

[stylescine]

I've seen so many discussions about this, especially about which ones are cringe, so let's see what y'all think

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Matty and Caroline's Kids)

Isla Denise Healy (@isla_d_healy)

DOB: November 19th 2008 DOD: December 18th 2025 (17 years old) (Suicide) Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Eye, Izzy S/O: Kyle Nicholson Kids: None Best Friend(s): Elizabeth Macdonald, Michelle Turner, Andrea Maddox, and Mikayla Moore Aesthetic: Growing up Isla was the glue keeping her parents together. If it wasn't for the fact that Isla was there, Matty and Carrie wouldn't have kept in touch. She was very close with her parents especially considering her mum and dad were growing up with her being only nineteen when she was born. Isla struggled with her relationship with her father a lot during her childhood, loving him to death, but hating him because of his addiction and how it affected her mum and younger siblings. When Matty got clean when Margaret and Harrison were born it cut deep for Isla, crying to Carrie asking why he quit for them but not for her. Caroline didn't know what to say to her 10 year old daughter, hating seeing her so upset over this. Isla was too much like her father she found out, looking like her mother, acting like her father. When she got to high school she found herself drinking and staying out late with older boys with her friends. Her parents were extremely worried about her sudden attitude and behaviour. Isla often reached out to her Nana Denise for help, of course Denise helped as much as she could with her granddaughter. Isla eventually ended up locking herself in her room for months on end and became very depressed. Matty had pulled her aside one night to talk to her and ended up sleeping in her bed with her like when she was younger. She comitted suicide the next night.

Charlotte Grace Healy

DOB: May 6th 2015 Age: 10 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Samuel Daniel Aesthetic: Charlotte Healy has always been a ray of sunshine. She was a very happy child and loved everything and everyone possible. Her Grandpa Tim was her favourite grandparent, and used to always spend time with him whenever she could, he absolutely adored little Lottie. Charlotte would gladly volunteered to sleepover at Grandpas if her parents needed a night off, her and her grandpa would have movie nights and living room concerts all night long, and he of course, gave her many sweets before dinner, something her father would've shook his head at. She was also very close with her older sister, Isla. When Isla passed away, her family was in complete disarray, and it hurt her so bad. She ended up being very quiet afterwards and surprise would have it, the only person who get through to her during those last couple months, was Tim.

Margaret Louise Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Maggie, Mags, Marnie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Eloise Daniel Aesthetic: Maggie is the trendiest out of all the Healy children. She was the biggest fashionista as a child, and was obsessed with clothes and shopping and makeup, very girly. She had Matty wrapped around her finger from the day she was born, he would do anything for his children, but little Maggie just knew how to charm him. She did ballet since she was two years old and wants to be a prima ballerina when shes older, already focused on that career at only seven years old. The whole family makes a show to come to every recital and competition she partakes in. Margaret has quite the attitude on her and is very sassy, knows what a good comeback is for sure. She's a bit of a smart mouth, and her mother has to remind her to use her manners once and a while, but Matt thinks its hilarious.

Harrison Timothy Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Harry, Haz, Hazza S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Joseph Marks Aesthetic: Harry is the most polite, kindest little boy ever to exist. When he was born, he was the easiest baby Matt and Carrie had ever had, never cried, never woke up in the middle of the night. His parents never had to worry about Harry running off like his twin sister, and they never got a call home from school for bad behaviour. In fact, all of his teachers adored him, he was very bright for a seven year old and extremely sweet to his classmates and any other staff members. He was friends with everyone, though Joey Marks was his "bestest" friend in the whole world, never like to exclude anyone. He and Margaret got along quite well, though Maggie was a bit more eccentric than he was, she would fight anyone who dare say a thing about her brother. Nothing made Caroline happier than seeing her twins be so close together.

Arthur Flynn Healy

DOB: February 15th 2023 Age: 2 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Arch, Archie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Sylvie Daniel and June Daniel Aesthetic: No one has bigger beef with Matthew Healy than his son himself. Arthur is the biggest mummy's boy you'll ever meet, and he has no shame in showing it. Him and Matty often fight for Caroline's attention and she most always has to break up her time for the two boys. It's especially hard for Archie when his father's been on tour and he's gotten mummy to himself for a whole year and now here comes daddy to take her away from him. If Matty ever tries to put him to sleep or feed him at all, he will cry and whine till Matt can't take it anymore and he'll just give him to Caroline like Arthur wanted in the first place. Nothing has changed even after Rosie was born.

Rosalie Anne Healy

DOB: June 30th 2024 Age: 1 year old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Rose, Rosie, Annie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): None Aesthetic: The cutest, happiest baby on the planet. Annie was definitely a surprise baby, born only 16 months after Arthur. Loved nonetheless by her parents and siblings. She is always giggling at something, her daddy's funny face usually, or the family's pet dogs. She was named after her father's Nana, and she never really gets called Rosalie unless she's being reprimanded. Her and Archie has always gotten along, being so close in ages, though he gets a little too aggressive with her, not understanding that he can't play with her just yet.