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wroetolando · 4 months ago

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𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚆𝟸𝚂

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: harry lewis x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where you and harry try baking together, leading to a kitchen disaster and cookies that are more chaotic than delicious, but still a lot of fun

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: too sweet - hozier

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

It had started innocently enough. You and Harry had been lounging around the house, bored out of your minds, and it didn’t help that the weather outside was miserable—rain pounding against the windows, dark clouds hanging heavy in the sky. Harry had been flipping through YouTube, and you were scrolling aimlessly on your phone when he suddenly piped up.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, his voice laced with enthusiasm.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, immediately suspicious. “You? An idea?”

Harry was quick to defend himself. “Oi, I’ve got loads of ideas! Not all of them are stupid.” He leaned forward, the mischief in his eyes giving you a feeling you couldn’t quite place. “Let’s bake something.”

You blinked. “Bake? You?”

He shrugged innocently. “I watched a tutorial. I reckon I could bake cookies. You know, chocolate chip. The classics.”

You leaned back, crossing your arms. “Right, sure. I’m not sure I trust you in the kitchen.”

His grin widened. “Well, that’s what makes it fun. Let’s give it a go.”

You hesitated for a second but found yourself standing up and walking towards the kitchen anyway. “Fine. But if this ends in disaster, I’m blaming you.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun!”

You gave him a skeptical look as he pulled open the pantry and grabbed the flour, sugar, butter, eggs, and vanilla extract. “Okay, so what’s the first step?”

Harry scanned the recipe on his phone for a second. “Uh… well, we need to cream the butter and sugar first.”

You watched as Harry grabbed the butter and tried to “cream” it with the sugar, but it didn’t quite look right. He was using a fork like he was fighting with a stubborn piece of dough, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re supposed to use a mixer, mate,” you teased, leaning against the counter.

Harry frowned, clearly not getting the memo. “Nah, I’ve got this. Who needs a mixer?”

You sighed but kept your comments to yourself. After all, you had agreed to this. You grabbed the eggs and started cracking them into a bowl, only to have Harry stare at you like you were performing some grand, complex task.

“Wait,” he said, his eyes widening. “You just cracked that so easily. I thought that was a skill only chefs had.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “It’s not that complicated. You crack the egg, and the good stuff goes in the bowl.”

His face lit up. “Ohhh. Got it.”

While you were focused on cracking the eggs, Harry was tackling the flour. He poured the entire bag into the bowl in one go, and a white cloud erupted into the air, dusting his entire shirt. His eyes widened as he looked down at the flour-covered fabric.

“Um, Harry… you’re wearing that for the rest of the day?”

He chuckled sheepishly, brushing off some of the flour. “It adds to the authenticity of the moment.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “That’s one way to look at it.”

At this point, you were both getting covered in flour. You couldn’t even remember how, but somehow the kitchen was now covered in a light dusting of the stuff. You had flour on your nose, in your hair, and all over your shirt. Harry, who had an affinity for making everything into a competition, tried to “out-flour” you. Before long, it was a full-on flour fight, with both of you laughing so hard you were barely able to stand.

“Alright, alright,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “let’s get back to it before we turn into flour-covered mummies.”

You turned back to the dough, which was now a bit of a sticky mess. You had to admit, it wasn’t looking much like cookies yet.

“So… what’s next?” you asked, slightly out of breath from laughing.

“Uh, let’s see…” Harry checked the recipe again, only to suddenly drop his phone on the counter in frustration. “This thing’s a nightmare. I think it’s broken. Help me out here, please?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly but walked over to check. “It’s not broken, Harry. Just—okay, we need to mix it all together. The wet ingredients first, then the dry.”

As you began mixing, Harry, still trying to look competent, decided he would take care of the chocolate chips. You had to admit, he was doing better now. His usual overconfidence was coming through, and you could tell he was trying to make it look like he was doing more than he was.

“Do you need some help with those?” you asked, eyeing the chips.

He winked at you, attempting to act casual. “Nah, I’ve got it.”

You watched as Harry began pouring the entire bag of chocolate chips into the mixing bowl—without measuring it.

“Mate, what are you doing?”

His face turned red. “What? More chocolate is never a bad thing.”

“Yeah, well, if we wanted to eat pure chocolate and nothing else, we would’ve just eaten the chips straight from the bag,” you teased.

But it didn’t stop Harry. He kept adding more and more chips until the dough looked like it had turned into a sea of chocolate with a touch of flour.

“Well, I think this is looking great,” Harry said proudly, as if he hadn’t just created a gooey mess.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you started spooning the dough onto the baking tray.

When the cookies finally went into the oven, you both stood back, watching the timer. The kitchen now looked like a disaster zone—chocolate chips scattered across the counters, flour everywhere, and half a dozen utensils left haphazardly on the counter.

“So,” you said, looking at the clock, “what do we do now?”

Harry leaned against the counter, casually glancing over at you. “I guess we just wait for the magic to happen.”

You raised an eyebrow. “If by ‘magic,’ you mean a pile of cookies that might collapse into goo when we try to take them out, then sure.”

Harry laughed. “It’ll be fine. You’re overthinking it.”

The timer dinged, and both of you jumped. You rushed to the oven, and Harry leaned in to peer at the cookies. They were… well, they were cookies. Some were perfectly golden, others were slightly burnt around the edges, and the ones in the middle looked like they were still half-dough.

“I think we may have made… interesting cookies,” Harry said cautiously, peering at the uneven batch.

You both stared at the cookies for a long moment, both of you trying to figure out if this was a total failure. Finally, you grabbed one and gave it a taste. The texture was soft and a bit gooey in the center. Not perfect, but not terrible either.

“Well,” you said, popping a bite into your mouth, “they’re… edible.”

Harry grabbed one and took a bite, his face lighting up in a way that made you laugh. “Hey, they’re not that bad. I’d say we nailed it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nailed it? They look like something I could have made in my sleep. Half of them are burnt, and the other half are… mushy.”

“Still, they’ve got character,” Harry replied with a grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Character, sure. That’s what I’m calling it too.”

“I mean, if we can’t cook, at least we’ve got fun out of it,” Harry said, holding up his cookie in a mock toast.

“True,” you agreed, “I’ll give you that. But I think next time, we’re just going to order pizza and let someone else handle the food.”

“Deal,” Harry agreed, his smile widening as he stepped closer to you. He reached out, taking another cookie. “But this was a good time, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Definitely. Even if we did nearly destroy the kitchen in the process.”

“Next time, we make cupcakes,” Harry said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

He winked. “What could possibly go wrong?”

“Famous last words,” you muttered, but you knew you’d do it all over again. Because with Harry, even the messiest, most chaotic moments were the ones you’d never forget.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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bad268 · 4 months ago

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Hi! Hope your day is going well. Would I possibly be able to request Harry Lewis x reader where the reader is either a chef or baker and loves cooking/baking for him? Maybe the reader is a YouTuber as well? Not too sure about that, but you can pick.🥰 Have a great rest of your day❤️

200 Y/o Cheesecake (Harry Lewis X Baker! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (based on How To Cook That’s video)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1383

Summary: Harry joins your YouTube tutorial.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You always loved baking. It was a childhood love that started with your parents and only grew from there. You used to do it for fun and for family gatherings, but when you were a teenager, you decided to start a small business. It allowed you to make a little bit of cash on the side and made you happy. Then, you started making videos and posting them to a YouTube channel.

When you announced that your boyfriend was Harry Lewis, most people thought you had met through YouTube since you both started around the same time and were from the same area. Little did they know that you two were literally neighbors. You were childhood best friends turned secondary school sweethearts. He was also your honorary test dummy.

Anytime you saw a new recipe, Harry was there. Anytime you wanted to tweak something a little, Harry would try it. It didn’t matter if the batch was disgusting. Harry would still eat it. Even if you accidentally switched out the sugar for salt in your infamous chocolate chunk cookies, Harry ate it with a smile.

Recently, on a shopping trip, you came across an old bookstore and found an old cookbook. You looked through it briefly and ended up buying it because some of the recipes sounded amazing and weird.

"Hello, everybody, and welcome back to my channel. today, we are making a 200-year-old cheesecake,” You emphasized, gesturing to all of the ingredients around your kitchen. “I found this recipe book recently and thought it would be fun to try all of these out or let me know if you like this recipe and if I should make this a series.”

"Also, I’m here,” Harry interrupted from slightly behind the camera.

“Yes, and Harry’s here, so I’m making him do things for me,” You smirked as you pulled him into the frame. “That being said, let’s get started! This is called ‘the fine cheesecake.’ Harry, how about you read out the first step?”

“Put a pint of cream into a saucepan over a fire, and when it is warm, add to it five quarts of milk, immediately taken from the…” Harry narrowed his eyes at the book before slowing down. “Where the fuck are we getting a cow?”

”See, that’s illegal to sell unpasteurized milk here in London, so we just have to use regular milk,” You laughed, already having read through the recipe and gone through the steps of buying the ingredients. “Want to mix this up and put it on the stove for me?”

“But that’s not a fire, now is it?” Harry said, pointing at the recipe, “You need to read this.”

”We don’t have a fire,” You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately, we have modern technology, and we don’t exactly have the means to heat this over an actual fire. Moving on, add to it some rennet. Do you know what we’re making yet, Harry?”

”Thought it was cheesecake,” He grumbled, adding the rennet into the mixture, “It’s the only reason I agreed to help out.”

”That’s not the right attitude,” You complained, bumping your shoulder against his while you stirred the milk mixture. “Here, since you’re being such a downer, you can go make these macaroons by yourself.”

”No!” He whined, grabbing onto your arm, “You know I suck at making those! They’re so hard!”

”That’s what she said. Anyways, moving on,” You joked, not letting Harry make a comment further, “can you start whipping this with your arms for me, please?” You asked as you pushed the bowl of egg whites towards Harry.

”Don’t you have a mixer for this?” He spoke up but still took the whisk and began mixing. “I think that would be easier.”

”I do, but this recipe was made like 97 years before the electric mixer was invented,” You explained, moving on to the other step. “While he whips that to a froth, I’m going to grind these almonds and sugar together.”

”It’s not the only thing I’ll be whipping to a froth tonight,” Harry muttered directly into his microphone.

”I hope you know this is a family-friendly show, Mr.,” you side-eyed him. “Anyways, by the time these are all cooked, our milk should be solidified, and we should have cheese!”

”That’s what we were making?” Harry gasped in shock as he watched you mix the egg whites and the almond-sugar powder.

”What did you think it was?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Fuckin cheesecake!” Harry shouted, walking off camera.

“No, you need cheese to make cheesecake, dummy,” You laughed, pouring the now curdled milk through a cheesecloth. “Now, in an hour or so, we get to break down the cheese and macaroons into fine bits. I’ll leave this one to you.”

”Oh, yay, thanks,” Harry said sarcastically. By the time you moved to the next few steps, you were ready to make puff pastry. Only it didn’t sound like making puff pastry. “What the fuck is this?”

”It’s a very concise way of describing puff pastry,” You chuckled lightly. “Thank god I already know how to make puff pastry, or this video would not be posted.”

”Can I put it in the dish?” Harry asked, watching you pull out the completed puff pastry and rolled it out to the correct length.

”Yeah, just make sure there are no air bubbles or holes,” You explained as you helped him take the thin dough to lay it in the dish. “When you trim it, cut it so there’s a little over the edge so it can puff up. The sides and the bottoms obviously won't be able to puff up.”

“Oh please, I’m not an amateur,” He scoffed, immediately accidentally cutting a line through the side of the dough. “Shit.”

”And this is why I’m the baker,” You lectured, bumping him out of the way with your hip. “Now, we’re going to add the filling and put this in the oven. It’s a pretty basic cheesecake, so you could add chocolate or something to match your preference. I decided to drag Harry to a berry patch to pick our own berries as they would 200 years ago, so we could have the full 200-year-old cheesecake experience.”

”I may or may not have eaten a lot of those,” Harry admitted.

”I can’t have anything with this guy,” You joked, throwing your head back. “Anyway, wash up whatever fruit you have left and pile it on top of the cooled cheesecake! Harry will do the honors of trying this.”

”It’s really dry,” He said right after he took a bite.

”It is on the dryer side, so make sure you have some whipped cream or something to balance it out, but it’s definitely not your average New York Cheesecake. It tastes more like a ricotta cheesecake to me. I like it, but it definitely needs whipped cream or something,” You explained before setting your fork down and addressing your audience. “Make it a great week, everybody, and I’ll see you again next week.”

Your normal outro began playing, but just when everyone thought the video would end, there was an end scene of your outtakes with Harry.

“My arm is killing me,” Harry groaned as he stopped whisking the egg whites for a second, looking over at you rolling and folding the puff pastry.

”Your arm hurts?” You replied in a condescending tone. “ I would kill to have one arm hurt! I’m hurting my entire upper body for this!”

“We can swap if that’ll make you feel better?” Harry offered, leaning the whisk against the side of the bowl to move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. “We can also take a break.”

”No, the egg whites can’t be left for too long, and if I chill the pastry for too long, it will be even harder to roll out,” You sighed, leaning back into his hold and looking up at him. “Thanks, though. Let’s just push through it.”

”Okay,” Harry exhaled before dropping a kiss to your forehead and going back to the bowl. Just as he restarted whisking, he offered, “If you want to take a break, I can do both of these for a few.”

“As much as I would love a break, I need to stick this out with you.”

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haxkattpress · 9 months ago

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Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses

"Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order."

This has to be one of the most creative and meticulously researched fics I have ever had the pleasure of reading. If you haven't read it yet, don't walk— run! Citrusses is an absolute genius, and kindly gave me permission to bind her masterpiece.

The cover of this bind is made out four different shades of Allure bookcloth cut by my Cameo 4, and the centerpiece is printed and hand foiled. The banners were machine foiled in gold and black with hand foiled rose gold shading. The endbands were hand sewn with Gutermann silk thread.

You can find more pictures and information about my process under the cut.

The amount of inspiration this fic gave me was overwhelming, and Citrusses' writing fully immersed me in the world of competitive rowing. While designing this bind, I was struck by the sheer wealth of Oxford rowing memorabilia available to me. I settled on this 1929 illustration from an official publication on the Oxford and Cambridge Centenary Boat Race for the cover.

"How hard could it possibly be?" I thought, foolishly. The answer was HARD, but I'll get into that later.

Due to the wealth of design options, I believe that this may be the best typeset I have created to date. Thanks to the help of my friend @tsurashi-bindery, I was able to learn the basics of InDesign (kicking and screaming all the way). There will be spoilers in the text of these photos, so try not to read them if you haven't finished the fic!

For the title page, I modified To See the Crews in Training by Charles Pears (1930). I believe that this was part of a series of advertisements for the race in the London Underground.

For the chapter headers, I redrew the crest from an Oxford Oars, Flags, and Arms postcard, presumably pre 1914. I also had some fun creating a mock email using La_Temperanza's How to Mimic Email Windows on Ao3. Cormac's email makes me laugh every time I read it, and Citrusses provided an appropriately pompous subject.

I also had lots of fun editing the oars from the official OUBC logo to serve as dividers and decorations for the page numbers.

Additionally, I got to edit a full newspaper page for the fic! I was very excited find an opportunity to slip Leyendecker's The Finish (1908) in.

The fic ended beautifully, so I wanted to include one last element at the end to capture the atmosphere. I settled on L'aviron (1932) by Milivoj Uzelac. It makes me feel as though Harry and Draco will continue rowing together long after I've closed the book.

I of course had lots of fun sewing the headbands, and got to do it with not one but TWO copies!

Things got tricky when I had to recreate the cover. I had a poor understanding of how vector images worked, and ended up having to redraw it three times. Once I finally cracked and taught myself how to use Illustrator, the program crashed...and I had to redraw it a fourth time!

I set the vector to cut on my Cameo 4, and I assembled the pieces together like a puzzle on my Silhouette mat. I used Allure's indigo, skylight, white, and black bookcloth in the process. I will be making a tutorial video on this method, so I will keep it brief here.

I also cut a piece of bookcloth to 8.5"x 11" and fed it through my inktank printer to print the center design. I then cut it out using the print and cut feature on my Cameo 4. Both of these methods were a first for me, and they were very scary!!

To be perfectly frank, the foiling was a nightmare and I don't want to get into it. I machine foiled the gold, and then foiled black lettering on top of it. I foiled the rose gold shading by hand, and then foiled a thin black outline along the edge of the banners to make them stand out more.

I hand foiled the spines (because I'm scared of measuring), painted the exposed board (to hide any gaps in the inlays), and used transfer tape to lift my design from the Silhouette mat and onto the cover.

One more fun detail— my copy and the author's copy are sisters! The dark blue and the light blue are inverted on the author's copy, making it distinguishable from mine. This is the first time I have made an author's copy for a fic, and I was admittedly incredibly nervous. I always worry about what authors will think of my work, but Citrusses gave me an incredible amount of encouragement and support throughout the process! Thank you for trusting me with your precious fic!

This story is a work of fanfiction and can be read on Ao3 for free. My bind and typeset are for personal use only and not for sale or profit. Keep fandom free!

#book binding #fic binding #fanbinding #fanfic binding #drarry #our objective remains unchanged #harry x draco #my binds

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insomniac4000 · 3 days ago

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w2s dad fic next?

When you told Harry he was going to be a dad, he had the exact response a lot of fans assumed he did.

He screamed. Not a little yelp. No, this was a full-blown Harry freak out; throw chair at the TV, scare the dogs, knock over a mug of tea type of scream. The kind of scream that made you stare at him like he was the one about to give birth right this second.

“You alright?” you asked, already amused. Harry stood there, frozen, a pregnancy test in one hand like it was radioactive. “I—I don’t know how to be a dad! I can’t even keep mint alive. Mint! You just water it!”

“We don’t even have mint in the garden,” you replied.

“Exactly! I forgot to buy the fucking little pot it comes in! We have a shit tone of Coriander. What if our baby is mint and not coriander?” He panicked.

You walked over, put your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek lightly in an attempt to calm him down. “You’re going to be brilliant.”

He didn’t believe you. At least not then.

He watched YouTube tutorials like “How to hold a baby without dropping it” and “Do babies bounce?” (He didn’t stop asking questions of Ethan and Simon, something that you found incredibly adorable.

He overprepared. He thought if he was going to be a shit dad at least the child should want for nothing so he bought a car seat it took four of you to work out how to install. He spent over a grand on a pram that looked more like a Mars rover than anything a human child should be in. Painted the nursery yellow because he read somewhere it was a “neutral, calming colour,” then immediately hated it and repainted it blue. Twice. It had to be blue.

When their son finally arrived, something switched in Harry’s brain. One minute he was a nervous wreck with hands that hovered uselessly like he was defusing a bomb, and the next, he was cradling him like he’d done it his whole life, he stared it his tiny little son in his huge hands and all of sudden there was something which just felt… right. Like it always belonged.

“Okay lad you listen, screams are for FIFA and for freaking out your uncle Chris during football challenges yea fella? Not at 2am.”

Of course it didn’t work but Harry took it in stride. You were breastfeeding but even so he saw it as his duty to take Elliot and settle him back down placing him to sleep, when he wouldn’t settle he would place him on his chest, talking to him about anything and nothing but mostly plane crashed. You would joke it wasn’t appropriate for a child to hear but it didn’t matter, weirdly it worked. Mostly you loved the sight of your two boys, Elliot snuggled on his daddy’s chest both with small smiles on their faces.

He made up games like “Catch the Nappy” (it was never caught), “Burp or Explosion?” and “Milkface,” where he’d put on a bib himself and pretend to chug a bottle. It was for him, obviously. Not because it made his you laugh until you cried.

Bath time became Harry’s favourite thing to do and it became incredibly chaotic, it was his favourite time to make up games.

Elliot would splash, and Harry would retaliate with a tiny cup of warm water over his head, gasping dramatically. “YOU DARE WET THE KING?” he’d yell, causing your son to go into a fit of giggles, his first ever giggles were in the bath.

But for all the chaos, he was good. Really good.

He could soothe him with a gentle rock, do nappies in record speed, he still gagged at them but he got them done incredibly quickly and by the time he turned one, he knew who the fun parent was.

“Dada!” Elliot babbled one day, pointing directly at him, you never saw him smile as widely before.

When you told him you were pregnant again, Harry blinked slowly and whispered, “We’ve done this once. It’s fine. Right?” He was surprisingly calm but when he found out you were having a girl, the panic set in again a little, what did he know about raising girls? Turns out quite a lot.

But when babyLeah arrived, Harry was calmer. Still fun, still slightly chaotic. Still prone to yelling things like “THE BEAST IS FED!” after a bottle, but calmer, he loved his little girl HIS little girl to protect and love.

And Elliot? A surprisingly sweet big brother, considering he was his fathers son he could be sweet at times. Harry’s mum told you it reminded her a lot of Harry and Rosie. There were the odd moments like when Elliot was trying to “share” his half-eaten biscuit by shoving it in Leah’s ear.

Harry loved having two. He joked he was now running a starter Pokémon team.

“Water-type baby and Normal-type toddler. Soon, I will evolve.”

His favourite pastime became launching them into the air in turns, safely, he said and catching them with dramatic “DA-DAAA!” poses like he was on stage. His arms were constantly tired, but his heart was full.

Bedtime routines? A full production. Songs, dances, plushie puppet theatre. Elliot refused to sleep unless Harry did the bedtime story with all of the silly voices. Leah insisted daddy tucking her in as tight as he possibly could.

He suggested the Sidemen do a “father Olympics” video, everyone was sure he would win.

By the time Baby Number Three came along, another boy named Sebastian or Seb—Harry was a seasoned pro.

By now, your house was a noisy, toy-strewn kingdom of tiny humans who all worshipped him like some chaotic, bouncy god. Three mops of blonde hair, three very loud and cheeky personalities

“Seb, this is a football,” he said proudly one day, placing it in front of her at six months. “Your brother kicks it, your sister throws it, and I step on it, fall and scream into the void.”

Elliot now six had learned sarcasm, which was terrifying, Leah was approaching four and had a love of airplanes, Seb the baby was small, squishy, and already mastering his “Dad can’t say no to me” face.

He built pillow forts bigger than his sofa. Turned bedtime into laser-tag hide-and-seek. Once installed a ball pit in the living room “for early stimulation” (and also for diving into like a gremlin when the kids went to bed). You of course made him tidy it all up after as he grumbled.

“Daddy, come play castle!” Was a frequent request.

Harry would sigh, pick up a foam sword, and declare, “Right. I’m the dragon now. You have to slay me before bedtime!”

And they would. Usually with plastic pots on their heads as helmets and the dogs joining in for no reason.

He wasn’t the most traditional dad. He let them stay up late just because. Let them eat cereal with forks “just to see what happened.” He once accidentally let Leah eat a crayon (“It was non-toxic! It said non-toxic!”) and got yelled at for laughing too hard.

But when they were sad, he was there. When they were sick, he was bedside with cuddles and Paw Patrol. When they learned something new, he was front-row with a proud tear in his eye and his phone camera zoomed way too close.

And despite all the chaos, the house filled with laughter.

One night, after finally getting them all to sleep, he collapsed on the couch next to you and sighed, “I used to be famous, you know.”

“You still are,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Am I?” he yawned.

“Yeah. You’re Dad Famous. You’re the king of puddle-jumping, the pillow fort architect, the fart noise champion of the world.”

He smiled, looking around at the toys, the laundry, the crayons on the walls.

“I’ll take it.”

Then he paused.

“…Wait. Why is it too quiet?”

“Harry, no—don’t jinx—”

A crash.

A scream.

A giggle.

He stood up with a sigh. “Round four begins.”

#harry lewis #wroetoshaw #w2s #harry lewis x reader #w2s x reader

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janesgms · 2 years ago

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< How you act when you're in love >

5H/7H house ruler in scorpio/8H house/8°/20° degrees: can, at its worst, make someone very obsessive, possessive, explosive, jealous and even an stalker when they're in love with someone ☠️ help. at its best, can make someone very passionate, intense, powerful, protective and sensual when in love, the type to go to the moon and back just for their lover. it's giving very ride or die vibes. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting pluto. Songs:

Him and I - G-eazy & Halsey

Woo - Rihanna

The whole Reputation album - Taylor Swift

The Weeknd songs

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Collide - Justine Skye

Middle of The Night - Elley Duhé

Babydoll - Ari Abdul

Animals - Maroon 5

Crazy in Love - Beyoncé

The whole Ultraviolence album - Lana Del Rey

Unforgettable - French Montana

Heaven - Julia Michaels

The whole Badlands album - Halsey

Killbill - SZA

L.E.S - Donald Glover

5H/7H house ruler in cancer/4H house/4°/16°/28° degrees:: can, at its worst, make someone extremely manipulative, moody, vengeful and irrational when in love with someone. at its best, can make someone very caring, loving, protective, nostalgic and nurturing when in love, they really like to spoil their partner emotionally. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting moon. Songs:

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Highschool Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez

Reminder - The Weeknd

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Part Of Me - Katy Perry

Te Amo - Rihanna

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Sweather Weather - Arctic Monkeys

I wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Outside - Calvin Harris

Earned It - The Weeknd

The whole Born To Die album - Lana Del Rey (including the paradise songs 😘)

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

5H/7H house ruler in pisces/12H house/12°/24° degrees: can, at its worst, make someone delusional, blind, influencial, escapist, and moody when in love. at its best, can make someone sensitive, empathetic, dreamy, empathetic, creative, profound, feeling unexplainable feelings, and VERY romantic when in love, they're probably the types to write poetry and imagine a fairytale with their loved one. The same definition can apply to venus aspecting neptune. Songs:

Love you like a love song - Selena Gomez

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga (a song deditaced for their terrible taste in men, specially, but in women too 💞)

Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez

I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

Renegade - Aaryah Shaah

The bridge of What a Life - Jhene Aiko

Why'd You Only Call Me Whem You're High - Arctic Monkeys

#icanteven - The NBHD

Happiness Is A Butterfly - Lana Del Rey

I Love You - 2ne1

Loonatic - LOONA

America - XYLØ

High Enough - K.Flay

The whole soundtrack of Euphoria - Labyrnth

Psyechedelic Addict - Anuka

As someone with these 3 placements (scorpio/pisces/4th/8th houses), I really liked doing this post since it's something very personal to me! 💕 Also, one thing I notice is that all these placements usually listen to a lot of music, more than the usual, when in love.

Mini tutorial in case you don't know how to see your rulers. Look at the signs in your 5th and 7th houses, then look at where the planets who rule these signs are in your natal. For ex: I have a 5th house in sagittarius, so I need to look at my jupiter, sagittarius ruler, who is in scorpio in the 4th house. For this, I indicate for you to look at the modern rulership, but in case you don't identify with the characteristics, look at the traditional ruler.

#astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astro community #pisces #scorpio #cancer #4th house #8th house #12th house #5th house ruler #7th house ruler #venus #venus aspecting neptune #venus aspecting pluto #venus aspecting moon

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riddikulusravenclawbelle · 2 months ago

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crawling back to you

plot - You and Harry are finally in a good place after your late-night rendezvous, but one Slytherin isn’t too happy about it. He’ll do anything to get you back — even if it means making you hate him for it.

characters - harry potter x reader & draco malfoy x reader

warnings - possessiveness, smut, curse words, and slight voyuerism.

wc - 4.7k

final notes -this may be my favorite chapter of this mini series!! make sure you've read the first two part so you're up to date!

Y/N stumbled into the common room, heart still racing, cheeks flushed. You made a beeline toward the table near the window, hoping to slide in unnoticed.

Too late.

“Well, well,” Pansy drawled from her throne-like perch on the couch, a smirk curling on her lips. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

You straightened, feigning casual. “You know me. Always fashionably late.”

Pansy cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Mhm. And I suppose the freshly-fucked flush is just a new makeup trend? Should I expect a tutorial later?”

You shot her a look, though the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a twitch. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to hex you.”

“Oh, I’m quaking,” she said, placing a hand over her heart with mock fear.

Normally, you’d hex anyone who talked to you like that. But that’s how you and pansy’s relationship was. Friendly banter that may have crossed the line one too many times, but you never took it too heart. Neither did she.

Her eyes sparkled. “But seriously. Spill. Or do I have to start guessing?”

“I’m not telling you, Pans,” you said, already sliding into your seat and flipping open your book like that would end the conversation.

“Oh, so it was a very specific distraction,” she teased, voice sing-song. “Maybe with a certain icy, sharp-jawed, emotionally unavailable Slytherin?”

You rolled your eyes, fixing your gaze anywhere but on her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Pansy leaned in, her chin resting on her hand as she grinned. “Oh, come on. I’m just trying to figure out who’s been getting all your attention lately. I haven’t seen you this flushed since—wait. Draco?”

You shook your head silently, lips pursed.

“Harry?” she whispered, eyes going wide with scandalous delight.

Your heart stuttered, and despite your best efforts, a smirk slipped onto your face. A soft, traitorous pink bloomed across your cheeks.

Pansy gasped like her name had been pulled to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. “Y/N! I swear, O.W.L.s are easier to decipher than your love life!”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands with a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one sneaking back into the common room at sunrise with Potter’s name written all over your face.” She made sure to whisper ‘Potter.’

“We are not talking about this.” A faint rose tint was still creeping up on your cheeks.

“Fine, fine,” she said, grabbing her textbook with exaggerated disappointment. “So what are we supposed to be studying again? Other than your ability to sneak around without getting caught?”

You threw a quill at her.

She ducked it with a grin.

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You were sitting at your desk, scribbling something in your notebook before your first class of the day.

Naturally, the knock came—right as the door swung open to reveal none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Not that you were ready for whatever he was about to bring.

You didn’t even bother looking up. “Don’t you have someone else to terrorize?” you muttered, colder than you meant. “Go bother them.”

“I’m done with polite conversation, princess,” he said, his voice edged like a blade as he stepped into the room.

You felt him behind you—his presence heavy, electric. Draco Malfoy didn’t need to raise his voice to be terrifying. The tension clung to the air like fog.

You finally looked up, sighing, eyes meeting his storm-gray stare. “Then why are you here, Malfoy?”

He stepped closer. His shoes clicked against the stone with unnerving finality. “Don’t think you can hide behind those little emotional walls forever,” he sneered. “It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain you’re running from something—or someone.”

You swiveled to face him fully. “I’m not hiding from anyone. Especially not you,” you said, arms crossing in defiance.

Draco leaned against the wall, gaze sharp, smirk sharper. “Oh yeah?” he scoffed, “Funny way of showing it. Last I checked, you weren’t so fond of the poor-little-victim routine—but here you are, acting like the world owes you something.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s nothing new for you.” His tone dripped venom as he pushed off the wall, getting closer. “You walk around like everyone’s out to get you. And Potter—bloody saint that he is—plays hero the moment anyone so much as looks at you wrong.”

You swallowed, hard—but lifted your chin anyway. “You think I need saving? That’s rich coming from you, hurling insults to hide your own insecurities.”

He scoffed again, like the very idea left a sour taste in his mouth. “It’s always the same with you two, isn’t it? He wants to be your knight in shining armor, and you let him.”

You shot to your feet. “That’s not how it is,” you snapped. “You don’t know anything about me or Harry. So maybe shut your mouth before you make things worse.”

Draco's eyes darkened as he stepped closer. “Oh, believe me, Y/N,” he said coldly, “I know more than you think. You love it, don’t you? The attention. The chaos. Playing the poor, tragic girl while Potter swoops in to save the day.” His lips curled. “And you eat. it. up.”

A sick burn twisted in your chest. “So what? You just came here to tear me down?”

Before you could blink, Draco was inches from you. He reached out, fingers curling under your chin, forcing your gaze up to his. The touch was firm—too deliberate—and sent a jolt through you.

You flinched back slightly, but he leaned in, voice a breath against your ear. “You don’t fool me, Y/N. I see it. That anger. That need. You want someone to fix it. You want me to fix it.”

“No. You’re wrong,” you breathed. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

His lips hovered close. “I’m offering you what you’ve been craving.”

Your pulse fluttered—fast and treacherous. This was wrong. You knew it. And yet you couldn’t look away.

“What would Potter think if he saw us like this, princess?”

“Don’t do this to me,” you whispered, voice cracking. “You’re trying to manipulate me.”

He paused. For a second, you saw something flicker in his eyes—something real. But then the mask slid back into place, and he stepped away.

“This is pathetic,” he said with ice in his tone. “For you.”

Your breath caught. “You think you can just play me like that?” you choked.

Draco turned, already halfway to the door. “I think you’ll be fine,” he tossed over his shoulder, “as long as you keep pretending you’re in control of this little game.”

The door slammed.

You stood frozen, trembling, his words burning in your ears. You hated him for what he’d said—for how easily he’d gotten under your skin.

But the worst part?

You wanted him even more.

And that terrified you.

You were going to make him pay for that. And you knew exactly how.

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You came into the DADA classroom just before the bell, eyes scanning for a free seat on one of the benches. There was an open seat beside Draco—his gaze already fixed on you, heavy and unreadable.

You didn’t even pause.

With a slight turn of your head and a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, you crossed the room and slid in next to Theo instead. His brows lifted in surprise, but he smirked and leaned in like it was nothing.

“Studying in the library later?” you asked loud enough for the table behind to hear. Harry glanced over, already watching.

“Yeah,” he replied, slow and warm.

“Might join you.” You winked at Harry.

“Brilliant.”

You didn’t look back, but you felt it—the sharp sting of Draco’s stare burning into the back of your neck.

Good.

The library was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happened after dinner—when even the usual gossipers were too drained to whisper. You sat in the far corner, parchment spread in front of you but barely touched.

Your mind was still looping Draco’s voice in your head like a curse. Your stomach twisted at your ‘almost kiss.’ this morning.

It wasn’t that you almost kissed, it’s the fact a part of you wanted to.

Then, like a breath of fresh air, Harry appeared behind you.

“Hey,” he said softly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “Didn’t think I’d find you in one piece after DADA. Snape was staring daggers at you today”

You smiled without looking up. “Survived. Barely. Thought I’d actually try this new thing called studying.” You said the word like it was foreign to you.

Mm, sounds fake,” Harry declared, pulling out the chair beside you and leaning in just a bit too close. “Or maybe you just wanted to look hot pretending to study so I’d show up and be distracted.”

You turned to him, eyes narrowing. “Is that your idea of flirting?”

He smirked. “Is it working?”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered.

Harry reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering against your cheek.“I like this look on you.”

You smiled. “What look?”

He gestured at the books. “All scholarly and serious. Kind of hot.”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm, and you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

“I am not flustered,” you said quickly, a little too quickly.

Harry’s gaze dropped to your lips, his own parting just slightly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Not since—”

“I know,” you whispered.

“Now I know you’re flustered, darling.” You playfully pushed his shoulder.

You stared at him, the space between you crackling—too much unsaid, too much felt.

Harry’s smile faded into something softer, something heavier. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You swallowed, throat tight. “I know. It’s not you I’m worried about.”

His fingers brushed yours under the table. “Then stop thinking about anyone else. Just for tonight.”

You looked down at your parchment. “Easier said than done.”

Harry’s voice dropped, low and careful. “What did he say to you?”

You froze. You didn’t have to ask who he was.

“Nothing important,” you lied.

Harry tilted his head, eyes searching yours. “Liar.”

You exhaled shakily. “He just… likes to remind me I’m a terrible decision. Frequently.”

Harry leaned closer, gently guiding your face to look at his. So close your noses brushed, meeting your gaze. “You’re my decision. Let him choke on that.” He gently kissed you, it felt more reassuring than sensual. It quickly deepened—months of tension unraveling as your fingers found the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. His hand slid along your exposed thigh, his breath catching as you shifted onto his lap.

Y/N took a shaky breath, not sure whether you wanted to kiss him or curse him for playing with you like this. "I should be studying," you said in between kisses, but your voice lacked conviction.

"Who needs studying when you've got me?" Harry chuckled, eyes sparkling with promise.

“We can’t here though,” you said. “S’too public.”

Both you and Harry’s eyes flickered to a row of bookshelves, specifically one near the restricted section. Where nobody was allowed to go.

As for Malfoy? His thoughts were getting the worst of him. He was in the common room. Pacing.

“Dude just go see her.” Mattheo said, clearly annoyed at Draco’s demeanor.

“I can’t. It’s…more complicated than that.”

Blaise just chuckles at the comedy of it all. A teenage love story between the leader of Slytherin and the Slytherin princess, and yet Draco’s losing to Harry, the chosen one.

“Amused, Blaise?”

After a few more minutes, Draco finally works up the courage to go see you. He walks to the library–fast.

He searches both floors quickly. You’re not at any of the tables.

He tries the aisles adorned with books and as he moves a book slightly to the right on the shelf, that’s when he sees it.

You.

Potter.

Soft moans, hands curled in hair, your body arched, Harry’s hand sliding beneath your shirt.

He’s frozen. It’s raw, humiliating, devastatingly real. He was too late. Again.

Harry thrusts into you at a steady pace, whispering some dirty secrets in your ear.

You open your eyes just in time, to meet Draco’s gaze.

You moan louder and into Harry’s ear while you stare Draco down, before casting the Silencio charm around the area.

And Draco watches as you finish.

“Enjoy your moment, Potter. It won’t last long.” Draco whispers, only to himself.

As you close your eyes and Harry’s thrusts get sloppier and messier.

You open your eyes.

He’s gone. That made a satisfied smirk tug at your lips.

"That was... amazing.” He hesitates, considering the weight of his next words. “But just so you know, I’m not just here for the fun of it. You’ve become so much more to me than that, Y/N."

You turned your head to meet Harry’s eyes and gave him a long, gentle kiss. A reassuring one, one that meant you felt the same.

You really liked how things were going with Harry, and you were not going to let Draco mess that up under any circumstance.

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The stadium was packed with students buzzing with excitement for the upcoming Quidditch match. Y/N stood by the edge of the pitch, your heart thumping in your chest as you adjusted the green and white scarf around your neck, watching the teams warm up. Gryffindor was already preparing, broomsticks in hand, ready for the game to begin.

You smiled as Harry caught your eye from across the field, his eyes lighting up the second he spotted you. He made his way toward you, slowing down his pace as he got closer. The closer he got, the more your pulse quickened. It was like the world had narrowed down to just you and him.

“Hey,” he greeted you, a smile on his lips, his voice just above a whisper as he stepped in front of you. “You ready to cheer me on?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, her voice teasing. “You’re going against my house today. What would Mattheo think?”

“I don’t care about that git.”

“Me neither.” You smiled as you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

You took a step closer, feeling the warmth radiating off him, the closeness of his presence igniting a thousand sparks in your chest. “Good luck, Harry. You’ve got this.”

Harry grinned, his gaze softening as he pulled you in for a quick, fleeting kiss—just a brush of his lips against your own. It was intimate, and meant for only you two.

When you pulled away, Harry’s eyes stayed on yours for a beat longer. “I’ll see you in the stands, yeah?” He winked, a mischievous grin curling his lips.

“Oh, and Y/N?” You turned around at his request.

“Do I get lucky if I get the winning shot?” He said smiling, clearly joking on the exterior, but on the interior he was definitely not.

You shrugged, giggling as you left him on the field and going to find your seat on the Slytherin stands.

Meanwhile on the pitch, both teams were lining up, ready to begin. The crowd’s cheers were deafening, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Harry was in position, his broom steady beneath him, waiting for the match to start.

Draco Malfoy, in his Slytherin robes, stood a few paces away from Harry, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached. The two were facing each other at the center of the field, their brooms hovering, eyes locked in a silent battle.

Draco’s lips curled into a smirk as he tilted his head. “Well, Potter, you certainly know how to get a girl’s attention.” His voice was low, his tone was mocking.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as his anger sparked, but before he could retort, Draco added, “Oh, don’t worry. I saw everything. The library was quite... interesting. Y/N seemed to enjoy herself, didn’t she? Funny how she knew exactly what was going on while it was happening.”

“What do you mean, Malfoy?”

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, suffocating Harry’s ability to react. His mind spun, trying to process what Draco was implying. A cold, uncomfortable realization spread through him.

“You’re lying,” Harry ground out through clenched teeth, his grip tightening around his broom handle.

“Lying?” Draco’s smirk deepened, and his eyes glinted with satisfaction. “I’m not the one you should be worried about, Potter. You should be asking yourself why Y/N didn’t bother hiding it from me. She wanted me to know. Wanted me to watch it.”

Harry froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as the words sank in. Betrayal. Anger. Confusion. They all mixed in his chest, making his heart race. How much did Y/N know? Was it possible that you had played him all along?

“Don’t speak about her like that.” Harry’s voice was dangerously quiet, his jaw tight as he tried to keep the rage from overtaking him.

“Oh, I know you’re angry, Potter,” Draco teased, taking a step closer. “Don’t be too upset with her, though. After all, she’s been quite the good little secret keeper.” He winked at Harry.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, but Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Draco, the words cutting deeper than he cared to admit. Before he could do or say anything else, Draco gave a final, cold look and turned to join his team, his words lingering in the air like poison.

Harry was left standing there, feeling frozen in place, a storm brewing inside him. His chest tightened, and all he could think about was Y/N and whether you’d really kept the truth from him.

The air was thick with anticipation as the game reached its final stretch. The Golden Snitch fluttered somewhere in the distance, barely visible against the afternoon sky, but Harry couldn’t focus on it—not fully.

His mind kept drifting back to Draco’s words, his voice still echoing in Harry’s ears. "After all, she’s been quite the good little secret keeper."

It wasn’t even the implication of Draco's words that bothered him—it was the way he had said them. There was a coldness in Draco’s voice, something Harry couldn’t quite place, that gnawed at him. He tried to shake it off, pushing it to the back of his mind, but every turn of his broom seemed to make it worse.

His eyes scanned the pitch, still not fully registering the game around him. He swerved to dodge a Bludger, but instead of focusing on the danger, Harry found himself staring down at the Slytherin stands, searching for any sign of you.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, there it was: the Snitch. It flickered in the air, catching the light.

"Focus," he told himself, forcing himself to zoom in on the fluttering gold.

It darted just out of his reach as he closed the gap, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to narrow down to that tiny ball. He leaned forward, heart racing, as his fingers barely brushed against it.

And then, in a final burst of speed, Harry shot forward, stretching his hand out with everything he had. He caught the Snitch in his grip, feeling the flutter of its wings against his skin as the stadium erupted into a thunderous roar.

"YES!" Harry shouted, lifting the Snitch triumphantly above his head as he soared toward the ground, a wild grin spreading across his face.

His teammates were already cheering, but Harry’s mind was still reeling from the conversation that had distracted him during the game. As he touched down, everyone else faded into the background, and he found himself scanning the stands once more. He needed to see if you knew what Draco was implying.

But just before he could even step off his broom, Draco’s voice sliced through the noise, smooth and mocking.

"Funny what people do when no one's watching," Draco drawled, standing just outside the pitch, his eyes gleaming as they locked with Harry's.

Just then, you lock eyes with Draco when you run out on the pitch to celebrate with Harry.

Draco smirked, his voice cutting through the air with deliberate cruelty. "But I’m sure she knew exactly what was going on."

“Good catch, Potter.” Is all you heard Draco say, as he pat Harry on the back walking away. Not before he sent a wink your way.

Harry froze, his heart skipping a beat. The words hit harder than any Bludger, but they weren’t about the game—they were about Y/N.

Harry’s stomach twisted as Draco’s words settled in. His mind flashed to the library, to that stolen moment, and the sharp pang of doubt hit him like a physical blow. He tried to shake it off, but the damage was done. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening involuntarily.

“Hey! Great job!” you called out, your voice ringing with joy as you rushed onto the pitch to meet him.

You threw your arms around him, pressing your lips to his in a quick, celebratory kiss. “You were amazing out there.”

Harry didn’t immediately respond. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was fixed on the spot where Draco had stood just moments ago. His eyes narrowed in frustration, the joy from the victory quickly fading from his expression.

"Hey, focus on me for a second," you said gently, bringing his attention back to you.

His lips found yours again, this time deeper, a mixture of relief and joy. You kissed him back, the euphoria of the win washing over both of you.

“I think I might be the happiest person here,” Harry murmured against your lips, his voice low and full of emotion, his grip on you tightening.

“I’m right there with you,” you whispered, smiling into the kiss.

As you both pulled away, Harry looked around at the cheering crowd, the sounds of celebration filling the air. He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I can’t believe we did it. After all the madness, we won.”

“Of course we did,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You’re the best Seeker at Hogwarts.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he smiled, his eyes sparkling with that playful glint you adored.

And for that brief moment, everything was perfect. The world felt like it was at your feet, and nothing could ruin the happiness you shared. No words from Draco, no doubts creeping into Harry’s mind—just the two of you, basking in the warmth of the victory, together.

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The door to Harry's dorm clicked shut behind you, the soft lock echoing in the stillness of the room.

Harry stood there, chest still heaving from the rush of the game. But the thrill of the win had faded. Something heavier had taken its place.

Draco’s words circled in his mind. The library. You. Again and again.

“Y/N,” he started, voice quieter than usual, weighed down by everything unsaid. “About what Draco said today...”

You froze. Your smile faltered just slightly—but it was enough. Harry noticed.

Your eyes flicked to the floor before meeting his. Tension crackled between you like static.

“I—” you began, but trailed off as Harry stepped toward you.

“Did you know he was watching us in the library?”

Blunt. Cutting.

Your gaze dropped again, fingers fidgeting with your sleeve.

Harry took a breath, trying to steady himself.

“I need to know, Y/N. Did you... did you know?”

Softer now, but there was a strain in his voice. Desperate for the truth.

You parted your lips to answer, but Harry pressed forward, eyes dark.

“Because if you did... if you let him watch, and you didn’t stop it—why?”

He cut himself off, jaw clenching.

Still silent, you finally met his gaze. Something unreadable passed through your eyes. Then, slowly, you stepped closer and reached for his hands.

“You know Draco. He says things like that just to get under your skin.” You paused. “Did he say it before or after the game?”

“Both.”

“See?” you tried, offering a small smile. “He wanted to throw you off. Don’t let him win.”

Your hands slid up his chest. You bit your bottom lip.

The lie hung in the air, heavy between you. But Harry didn’t call you on it—not yet.

He nodded slowly, even as doubt still churned inside him.

“I just...” he breathed, his voice brushing your lips, “I need to know you’re here. That you’re really here, Y/N.”

“Harry...” You looked up at him, doe-eyed and soft. “I don’t care about Draco. He’s just trying to mess with you.”

Your hands rose to his neck, pulling him closer.

“Let me prove to you I’m here.”

The words were sweet and seductive, wrapping around him like a spell.

His breath caught.

“I need to know that this—”

But your kiss silenced him.

It started slow. Tender. Then deeper. Hungrier. And when he pulled back, breathless, still unsure, you coaxed him toward the bed.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, fingers brushing his jaw. “With you.”

You smirked, and Harry nodded, the voice of doubt growing quieter—though not silent.

He let you lower him onto the bed. Let you undo his waistband. Let himself get lost.

Your gaze didn’t leave his, steady and deliberate. Daring.

His breath hitched when your mouth wrapped around him.

Everything else—Draco, the lie, the unease—fell away.

Right as he reached his edge, the words nearly slipped out.

“I love y—”

But he stopped himself. Not yet. Instead, a moan escaped, and he let go completely.

“You’re doing so well,” he rasped, fingers tight in your hair.

He came undone, his gasp sharp and broken as you took everything. Swallowed. Didn’t look away.

“Merlin,” he breathed. “You’re... unreal.”

You smirked, licking the corner of your lips, then kissed his thigh and rose to meet him again.

Harry pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I needed that,” he murmured against your skin. “Needed you.”

You only hummed, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Another lie tucked safely behind your lips.

Harry helped you undress, each motion slower now. Quieter. More tender.

Neither of you wanted to end the moment just yet.

In the candle-lit bathroom, steam curled into the air. The tub was warm and full, a gentle contrast to the whirlwind of emotions earlier.

You stepped in first, then helped Harry settle in beside you. His sigh was soft, content.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered as he traced light shapes on your arm.

You leaned your head against his chest. “Me too. It’s nice.”

He held you close, heart beating steady against your back. The water lapped around you both. Everything felt safe.

But even as you melted into the quiet, Draco’s words returned.

The lie. The library. The truth you didn’t share.

You’d said you didn’t care about Draco.

But that wasn’t completely true.

You’d felt the way he looked at you.

Felt yourself hesitate when he almost kissed you.

Felt the way your skin responded when he touched you.

You hadn’t told Harry that.

Hadn’t told him Draco had seen. Had watched. And you hadn’t stopped it.

And now, in the warmth of this moment, the weight of that secret pressed against your chest.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Harry murmured.

“I am too,” you replied—your voice was steady, but your heart wasn’t.

Time slipped by as the water cooled, the world slowing around you. Harry’s touch, his presence—it felt like home.

But beneath that comfort, the thread of a lie tugged softly, waiting to unravel.

Eventually, you dried off and returned to his dorm. Your uniform was still there.

“Sleep here?” Harry asked, already crawling into bed.

You smiled, heart lightened by the sight of him: messy hair, flushed cheeks, sleepy grin.

You nodded and crawled in beside him.

“Just this once,” he teased. “Or every night. Your call.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

Even in his arms, the lie stayed.

A ghost between you.

Just as you were drifting off, his voice broke the quiet.

“Don’t go anywhere, yeah?”

You squeezed his hand, holding him tighter.

But the truth sat just beneath the surface, silent and sharp.

And you wondered how long you could keep it hidden.

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What to Play Next with Eureka.

So, now that the pay-what-you-want/free Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy beta has over 400 downloads at the time of writing this (wow!) and has been up for about 3 weeks, I’m sure at least some people have already played Horror Harry’s Haunted House, the free tutorial adventure module we included with the beta download, and are excited to play more!

To that end, I’ve quickly thrown together a non-comprehensive list of adventure modules to run using Eureka, and where you can find them.

Adventure modules, if you’ve never used them, are a lifesaver for GMs. (And also they’re a different thing from those railroady “adventure paths” and crappy 5e adventures that you might be familiar with.)

Official Eureka Adventures

You can find official Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy adventure modules on our Patreon page. Supporting us is what makes Eureka, and our ongoing promotion of many other TTRPG creators, possible.

Horror Harry’s Haunted House

This is an official Eureka adventure module that comes free with the beta linked above. It is a super low-stakes “tutorial” adventure that sees the PCs solving a “murder” in an interactive escape room. The point of this scenario is to be a short and fun way for players to learn the mechanics of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy without risk of their characters dying.

FORIVA: The Angel Game

This is an official Eureka adventure module by A.N.I.M. currently available only to patreon subscribers. Set in the year 1999, this adventure involves the PCs investigating a mysterious threat targeting teenagers.

The Eye of Neptune

This is an official Eureka adventure module by A.N.I.M. currently available only to patreon subscribers. Set on a skeleton-crewed oil rig in the height of the Covid-19 pandemic, this adventure puts the PCs in a tense situation as members of the crew start to disappear one by one...

Free Call of Cthulhu Adventures

Since we have not had the time (yet) to build up a robust library of official Eureka adventure modules, Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy has been playtested the most by using Call of Cthulhu adventure modules, and it is designed to work well with them. In fact, in many cases it actually plays them better and smoother than Call of Cthulhu itself!

Chapter 7 of the Eureka rulebook covers how to convert an adventure module from another game for use with Eureka, and its super easy! The only thing that will need to be adjusted will be the HP values of monsters and we have a formulae for that.

What's In The Cellar, a super short adventure where the PCs will investigate a mysterious cellar.

Scritch Scratch, there's rats.

The Derelict, set in the modern-day in the icy waters of the North Atlantic, the thought of a substantial salvage reward drives the investigators to attempt to rescue the a stranded ship, but in doing so they attract the attention of a strange and deadly monster.

The Lightless Beacon, the ivestigators are unfortunate passengers on a ship heading for Rockport, Massachusetts, on Monday, April 12th, 1926, the night of the new moon. Due to a malfunction at the lighthouse on Beacon Island, their ship founders on nearby rocks, forcing the investigators to take to a small lifeboat and head to Beacon Island for refuge in the growing storm.

Dead Boarder, a murder investigation, which centers on the discovery of a body in a locked room.

Paid Call of Cthulhu Adventure Modules

Even though they aren’t exactly “indie,” just about any non-WotC company that makes TTRPGs is an ally against the monopoly crushing the entire hobby and art form of TTRPGs, so we would love it if you could support them as well as supporting us. Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy wouldn’t exist without Call of Cthulhu, and especially not without Call of Cthulhu adventure modules! In fact they’re like one of the only “big” names out there that still regularly puts out adventure modules, which seem to be a lost artform seemingly everywhere else despite once being being absolutely synonymous with GMing. They’ve been making new official Call of Cthulhu adventure modules consistently for like forty years, and buying and playing these will encourage them to keep doing that.

New Tales of the Miskatonic Valley (pack of adventures)

The Reeling Midnight, by Tom Lynch. introduces Investigators to Arkham's truly decadent party scene. (I've played this one, pretty good.)

Wasted Youth, by Christopher Smith Adair, explores the roots of juvenile delinquency, culminating in a wild chase through the wilderness.

Spirit of Industry,by Oscar Rios, takes Investigators to the village of Dunwich, where they explore old murders and an ancient mystery.

Proof of Life,by Keith Herber, is a tale of extortion and madness in the Lovecraft Country town of Foxfield.

Malice Everlasting,by Oscar Rios, expores Kingsport and old grudges.

The Night War,by Kevin Ross, sees the author of Kingsport, City in the Mists, revisit his creation when a veteran of the Great War is suddenly haunted by deadly nightmares.

A Mother's Love, by Seth Skorkowsky, author of the Valducan series, takes us to the hidden town Innsmouth, with all its squalor, dangers, and dark corruption in a brand new scenario for New Tales of the Miskatonic Valley, 2nd Edition. (I've played this one, pretty good.)

The Things We Leave Behind (pack of adventures)

Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home, by Jeff Moeller. The investigators search for an abducted child in suburban Cleveland, Ohio, where time becomes a serious concern.

Forget Me Not, by Brian M. Sammons. An accident in a TV truck in rural Michigan sees the investigators awake in a ditch with no recollection of how they got there.

Roots, by Simon Brake. Inquiries into a missing teen will teach the investigators that some mid-west communities prefer to be left alone.

Hell in Texas, by Scott Dorward. After a suicide at a church's east Texas Halloween haunted house, strange events threaten the lives and sanity of all those in the vicinity, including the investigators.

The Night Season, by Jeff Moeller, shows that fandom in Anchorage, Alaska, can go too far when reality begins to shift.

Occam's Razor (pack of adventures)

A Whole Pack of Trouble - a group of film students have gone missing while shooting a found-footage style movie over college break.

Eye of the Beholder - five days ago, a young woman disappeared while working on an art project.

Frozen Footsteps - A Wendigo-obsessed professor heads off to Michigan's Upper Peninsula for some rare (for him) fieldwork and discovers far more than he bargained for.

Dark and Deep - A snuff film is making the rounds in which a woman is mauled to death by a Deep One. Are the film's establishing shots enough to track down the lighthouse was filmed at and get to the bottom of things?

Visions from Beyond - A late-night voicemail left by a friend/relative in need of immediate help followed by them not answering their phone

The Watchers - the investigators are contacted by a single woman who lives alone and is being watched by unknown people.

A Cleansing Flame - Bodies are being discovered, burned to death, with no known fire starter/accelerant present.

Does Love Forgive? (pack of single-PC adventures)

Love You To Death, Chicago: February 15th, 1929. It’s a cold winter’s day when the investigator’s good friend Hattie May appears in their office at the detective agency. Her beloved pet dog, Highball, is scheduled to be destroyed later today and she needs the investigator’s help getting him back from the Chicago Police Department. It doesn’t sound like too difficult a task, does it?

Mask of Desire, New York: September, 1932. The investigator, together with their two close friends Anna Konrad and Lucas Reston, has been invited to a party at wealthy—and notorious—socialite Madame de Tisson’s swanky apartment on the Upper West Side. Anna is somewhat distracted by her audition tomorrow for Nancy Turner, the famous jazz orchestra conductor. What is the link between the audition and a mysterious parcel that arrives the next day? And, why do so many people seem to be interested in the contents of the parcel?

Night Mother's Moon (stand-alone adventure), investigators are New York City’s street homeless who come together to solve the mystery of something that is stalking and killing the members of their community. (Playing this one with Eureka right now actually.)

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[Image description: An animated gif of characters from the video game Disco Elysium. The view is angled low behind Kim and Harry as they talk to Klaasje on her rooftop balcony. Klaasje looks up at them right as Kim takes out a pair of handcuffs and dangles them. Klaasje's hair blows in the wind and the handcuffs swing back and forth. The handcuffs frame her face similar to a noose. End ID.]

they shouldve never let 9 year old me cook (watch fifty flipaclip animation tutorials and then never do anything with the knowledge)

ok so as you can tell I went with the harder option for this. see you in two years minimum or maybe not even ever bc thats how long itll take to finish this if I only do it while at school and uni and stuff like I have been and ill stop being hyperfixated on DE eventually. smiles

#parcark art tag #disco elysium #klaasje amandou #dont mind how janky the hair is i didnt notice until i put the file on my computer its monitor is huge #actually im kind of proud of this though #its the first thing ive ever animated be nice :)#kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #described

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do you think estrogen could have saved tom paris?

Would've made her worse v_v

Does she pass? What would her dad think? Screw her dad. Who cares what he thinks? Is everyone looking at her? Is Harry looking at her? What if Harry wants to date her? No one would want to date her. Why doesn't Harry want to date her?? Is she pretty? Is she not his type? She'd date Harry if he- if- Does she pass? Are people laughing at her? She needs to change her voice and body immediately right now. She needs to change her name. She can't go out onto the bridge. She's writing a new Captain Proton spinoff, she can't do it anymore. She has to change her whole wardrobe right now! Doctor won't let her schedule five surgeries in one day, how long is she gonna have to wait?? She's watching makeup tutorials. This is stupid. She's gonna go out bare faced! Who cares? She catches herself in the mirror during lunch. She's crying because she thinks she's ugly. She puts make up on and cries it off because she thinks she's ugly. She cries harder because what would her dad think? She doesn't return to her shift. She should sleep with someone! Anyone! She's scanning the room - she's prettier than that girl...and that one...whew. God she's so shallow! What if she's just pretending? What if it's a phase? She's avoiding the EMH. Does she pass? Should she like men? Does she like Harry? Should she like women? Did she ever like women? Is she a lesbian? Is she g- straight? What would her da- Could Harry possibly like her? She's gonna embrace herself! She needs to be a different person immediately. Harry talked about another women in front of her and she immediately burst into tears. Why? God, that's so uncool. Can she even be cool anymore? Is she hot? Does Harry respect her? Does anyone? Who cares? Fuck it, she's just gonna embrace herself! She needs to be someone entirely different YESTERDAY.

#Tom Paris and Kirk are characters who in my mind would never be anything close to butch (appearance wise) as women - trans or otherwise #Because of how they perceive gender - men - women...it'd just get flipped back onto themself #saying that I mean specifically TOS Kirk idk how the others treat/view women #Q&A #anon #bee doodles #trans tom paris #-SPONGEBOB HOLDING HANDS OUT- BUT!!!! I love to see a butch woman. So

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please i need to know everything about your disco ace attorney au, i read your tags and it sounds awesome

It's rlly stupid but imagine: You play as Phoenix Wright. Your first client in the game is a nobody, some random, but you know he's innocent. Trial starts, (instead of Payne the tutorial prosecutor is Eustace Winner cuz I love that guy) and then these two detectives start their testimony.

Judge would ask something like "are you both testifying?" And Kim would be like "I'm... moral support." Like a liar cuz as soon as you catch harry in a contradiction Kim would correct his testimony. When you catch Kim in a contradiction he'd hide behind his notebook and then slightly behind harry.

Then harry would start angrily explaining that they barely had time to look at the crime scene before coming here so the defence should cut them some slack, leading to something like this:

Phoenix: "You barely had time to look at the crime scene? But my client has been in the detention center for two days!" (Objection sprites)

Harry: "Well, we'd been assigned to this case yesterday!" (Angry finger pointing + Kim patting on the shoulder sprites)

Phoenix: "Yesterday? So you're not the one that made the arrest?" (Thinking sprites)

Kim: "No, we were only responsible for gathering clues and talking to witnesses."

Phoenix: "Do you even think the defendant is responsible?"

Harry: "Oh, absolutely not. That guy is a wimp! He'd probably dislocate his shoulder trying to swing at the victim!"

Then there'd be the obvious gallery chatter and judge would slam his gavel, then the prosecution would call for a witness, you prove your guy's innocent yada yada yada, throw in a few references to the fact that neither Harry nor Kim seem to know any basic world facts for foreshadowing.

Second case! No idea what it'd be about.

But when you meet Harry and Kim again they're a bit hostile at first (cuz you basically made idiots out of them in court) but they'd warm up quickly. Throw in another few references to them not knowing any world facts (Phoenix: "I like your accents, are you french?" Harry: "Kim, what's French?" Kim: "I have no idea detective.") then there'd be a bit of exposition dialogue with Harry telling Phoenix about his amnesia, phoenix telling him that he also had amnesia once and Harry proclaiming them Amnesia Buddies. (Add in a bit of dialogue of harry recognising a "Comrade" in him (cuz phoenix is poor)).

I'd imagine there'd also be a bit where you'd need to separate them to get some testimony that Kim doesn't want Harry to spill for some reason (also add in a sprinkle of harrykim and narumitsu, because I can't help myself (harry: "Your suit looks expensive, but you drove here on a bike - I can tell from the splash marks on your pants and scuffs on your shoes... Do you have a sugar daddy?" Phoenix: "A WHAT??? NO!"))

I should probably go to sleep cuz I'm starting to make less sense but I wont.

Anyway, first case assistant I'd imagine to be trucy, second to be Apollo. Then third case would be an Apollo Athena filler case, then fourth would be Phoenix and Athena and then the fifth one would be with all three of them (I know it's not how it usually is in the games but like... Who cares.)

Anyway² third and fifth case would have little Disco Elysium/Investigations segments because I love Miles Edgeworth Investigations.

Also I'd want the fourth case to be a murder in a gay bar, because I read a fanfic about that once and got disappointed harry never got put in drag. There'd be a stupid convoluted reason related to gathering some info, but he'd be ecstatic about it and do some karaoke as a distraction for Kim and Phoenix to do some snooping.

Anyway, fifth case you'd find out that basically: Harry and Kim were chilling one day in Revachol when Harry got a feeling end of the world is getting near (😱) so he managed to convince Kim they need to run because his gut is telling him it's the right thing to do, they grab jean and judit, convince them that this is related to some very important case and they get in a plane overseas.

End of the world comes anyway, the plane they're in crashes into the pale and Harry and Kim wake up, 20 years younger, washed up on some random beach in an ✨ another universe. ✨

Long story short, the guys that made the arrest in the first case? Jean and judit :)) they lost all their memories tho, but when Harry and Kim find them they help with regaining those.

I'm very sleepy rn so another little thing I didn't get to cram in anywhere: Harry wakes up with a little jar of dirt from Revachol. He puts half of it into his plants to start "his own little revachol". In the segments when you play as harry, when you click on the little jar of dirt in his pocket, La Revacholiere tells you how your plants are doing, tells you how other people who survived the end are doing, tells you she loves you and thanks you for saving a little bit of her.

There's also a bit of dialogue where Kim apologises for seeming uncaring about your amnesia back in martinaise, because getting displaced in another universe, not knowing basically any world facts or history or politics is rlly upsetting him, so he's starting to feel a bit bad about it. Harry would reassure him a bit, before moving on.

Also his necktie would be called tasteful necktie and he'd talk like a british gentleman. (I'm assuming the horrific one died during the tribunal)

Harry would also correctly assume that trucy and Apollo are siblings, they'd correct him, but he wouldn't buy it.

There'd also be a lil easter egg where you (playing as phoenix or apollo) would be able to find a two kids with red hair hiding in another location your investigation leads you to. Any time youd try to interact with them they'd call you slurs. (Outside of the game, as soon as Kim and Harry find them they'd probably get adopted. I'd imagine even Kim would feel bad leaving them in an unfamiliar universe on their own.)

I'm trying to think if I thought up anything else but I'm drawing a blank rn so this may be it rn 😔 so this little ramble is all I have for now, sorry if it's a bit disappointing. Anyway I'm going to sleep, toodles!

#harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #ace attorney #phoenix wright #crossover #ye #byebye

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