#Dad!James

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“kiddo” dad!james kelly x child!reader

-‘๑’- james takes you in as his adopted child.

-‘๑’- warnings ; hurt comfort, reader is a teenager, coping skills, suicide mention, reader has a mental breakdown, james calms reader down, james being a good dad, fluff, fear of abandonment, pet names.

╰┈➤ you sob into the pillow, your body trembling, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to stop the flow of tears. you had yelled at james, your adopted dad, ranting about how he’d abandon you just like your bio parents had, how nobody would ever love you.

of course, this wasn’t true. james loved you as if you were his own, he had known you for most of your life after all. he worried about you, more than anyone else had. he was terrified for you the day you had attempted to take your life because you were worried james would leave you just like your bio parents.

you had your good moments of course. the trauma was still present, but for the most part, you were happy with james. the fear and anxiety still lingered in the back of your mind, the fear of abandonment, but it wasn’t as prevalent.

you and james had gone to the mall earlier, and all of the loud noises and people had stressed you out. for a moment, you had accidentally let go of james’ hand and for about 5 minutes you had lost him. this is what had triggered your breakdown, sending you spiraling so when you got home, you had freaked out completely on james.

now, you were in your room, sobbing still, even though about 10 minutes had passed. james figured he’d let you calm down and in about 5 minutes you would come back out of your cozy space. that wasn’t the case though, and he was beginning to worry.

you heard a knock at the door followed by james’ voice, gentle and soft as ever. “sweetheart?” he asked, not wanting to enter until you gave him the okay. when you didn’t answer, just let out a choked sob, he opened the door and entered the room.

the sight of you crying broke james’ heart into a billion pieces, frowning as he walked over to sit on the bed beside you. “kiddo,” he whispered. “look at me.” his voice was firm, loud enough that you could hear him from where your face was buried in the pillow, but not loud enough to startle you.

he placed a hand on your back hesitantly, prepared to remove it if you asked. you didn’t, and so he softly ran his hand up and down your back in a desperate attempt to soothe you. he sighed. “sweetheart, ‘m not mad at you,” he spoke softly, giving you a weak smile as you finally lifted your head to look up at him.

“you- you’re not?” you asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “no, angel.” he said, smiling at you. “why would i be mad at you, kiddo?” he asked genuinely, a soft look of confusion adorning his tan face. his tattooed hand continued to run up and down your back, but stopped when you flipped over, holding a plushie close to your chest, sniffling still as the tears began to stop.

“i- i freaked out on you and i said you’d abandon me, and it wasn’t okay, and i’m so sorry dad, i’m so, so sorry.” you said quickly, rushing through your words. “hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. i get it. you’ve been through a lot. more than i could imagine, y’know that? it hurts me to see you this way. you’re my kid, and i love you, and i don’t want you to ever think that i’d abandon you. because i won’t.” he whispered, gently petting your hair, soothing your mind.

you closed your eyes, the tears coming to a stop, melting into his hands. he reached down and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “i love you, okay? and i’m not gonna ever leave you, sweetheart.” he said, smiling at you. you wiped your eyes and nodded. “ok, dad. ‘m sorry.” “don’t be sorry kid. let’s go watch a movie, yeah sweetheart? anything you want.”

“ok, dad.”

[midnightloversmusic]

oh my gosh hi!!!! my brain has been fermenting like two zillion & a half poly marauders ideas SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND me dumping them here (incase theyre of any interest)

the whole band thing w the marauders except reader too oh my gosh.

or anything with kids, id die.

introductions to the muggle world???? especially sirius & james.

ANYWAYS lavalavayouu

STOP I LITERALLY JUST SAW A TIKTOK W/ THIS DAD PLAYING A SONG ON GUITAR TO HIS DAUGHTER AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF JAMES THIS IS SO PERFECT!! I am also about to go to sleep so please don’t yell at me if this is all over the place. love youuuu thank you for requesting!

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band!poly marauders x gn reader

After your daughter was born you and your boys decided it would be best to take a break from touring and creating albums for a year to spend as much time as possible with your little girl. During that time none of you completely stopped writing and playing music, but you were prioritizing family time.

Now that your daughter turned one just over a month ago you decided it’s time to start working on a new album. You planned to bring up the idea to them after your daughter went to bed. You all took turns putting her to sleep and tonight it happened to be remus’ turn.

You were sitting on the couch in the family room braiding sirius’ hair as he sat on the floor in front of you, telling you about a new concept for a song he came up with that he just can’t seem to find the words for. He’s been begging you to do a french braid in his hair because he can figure out how to do one plus, you think to yourself, he really likes having his hair played with. Knowing this you take extra time to run your hands through his hair and scratch a little at his scalp.

James is in the kitchen attempting to make hot chocolate while also dancing to Christmas songs playing in the background. From your spot on the couch you are able to see the exact moment he tried to spin while holding cocoa mix and ended up spilling it all over himself and on the floor. You snort.

Remus finally emerges from your daughter bedroom and takes a spot next to you on the couch.

“Hi, love”

He says softly planting a soft kiss on your forehead and leaning down to give Sirius’ shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

When you look up from your loving stare at your boyfriends you are met with the sight of James clumsily trying to carry four mugs of hot chocolate over to you, Remus, and Sirius.

When everyone finally settles down and you all fall into a comfortable silence you decide to ask about the album.

“Hey, we said we’d wait a year to do anything music related and it’s been just over one. I was wondering if you all are ready to make a new album? I know the fans are supportive of us taking a year off for our daughter but i can tell they are anxious for a new album and I think it’s time, you know?”

You end with a questioning tone, while waiting for their answers you fiddle with the end of the braid you finished in Sirius’ hair.

“You know i’m more than ready babe, you just listened to me rant about a song idea for ten minutes straight!”

Sirius says enthusiastically from his spot on the floor, smiling up at you.

James nods in agreement.

“I’ve missed making music, i’ve been coming up with some really promising things on the drums lately. I think it’s a great idea to start back up!”

You smile at him, happy that both James and Sirius were thinking the same thing as you. Remus looks hesitant though,

“I think it’s a great idea, and i’ve been anxious to get back to the studio but I just want to make sure we aren’t jumping into this too quick. We have to pace ourselves and really go slower this time around. I want to make time for our daughter and I want her to be a part of the process.”

Remus says.

“Well obviously Moony! We wouldn’t dream of making an album without her, she’s our muse for crying out loud!”

Sirius exclaims, turning his body to completely face remus and give him a humorously exasperated look.

“So it’s settled then?” James questioned from the floor.

“time to make a new album” you say as a smile takes over your face.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

reliable - d.m x potter!daughter

Blurb: the five or so times potter!daughter calls James and the one time she calls draco

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: this is good and then okay, but i love potter!daughter and have so much to say about her. based on this

Masterlist | More Potter!Daughter

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It wasn’t until they first moved into their house that Draco realised she had a minor obsession with calling her father. 

They had barely spent two nights in the new house when he was lying on their couch, The Daily Prophet in his hand as he tried to focus on the words printed in front of him. It was late at night so it took him a moment to realise that she was mumbling something from the kitchen. 

Knowing she still wasn’t convinced about having a house elf, he couldn’t imagine that was who she would be talking to so he quickly put The Daily Prophet aside to see who she could be talking to at this hour. 

“I think it might have something to do with the plumbing, but I’m not entirely sure.” He moved around the boxes they were still yet to unpack to find her sending a patronus. 

“Dad,” she said, “I don’t know what to do.” She sent the patronus and when she turned around to find Draco watching her she smiled, making her way over to him and forcing herself into his arms. 

“What’s up, my love?” He asked, immediately wrapping his arms around her and bringing her closer to him. She could smell the mint on his breath as she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest as she did so. 

“The hot water isn’t working,” she pouted. 

“Can’t the house elf fix it?” It was a genuine question which was why he was mildly offended when she scoffed. 

“The house elf is sleeping, I don’t want to wake him up.” She took a step back, the muscles in her neck tensing up at the awkward position. 

“But waking your dad up is fine?” 

She scoffed again, folding her arms over her chest. 

“Do we even know if the house elf knows how to fix this? I know my dad does and he doesn’t go to sleep until later anyway.” 

Draco had an amused look on his face that only made her frown deepen.

“Besides,” she said, feeling the need to continue, “you act as if my dad doesn’t love hearing from me.” She stuck her chin out at him in a childish manner making him playfully shake his head as he reached out to squeeze at the flesh on her hips. If there was one thing he knew to be true it was that James Potter would never complain about hearing from his daughter, no matter what time it was. 

James didn’t come until the next morning. Much too early for Draco’s liking - not that he would ever admit that - but he thought this was all pretty normal. It was no surprise to him that he was at his daughter’s beck and call and he wasn’t at all shocked that she had chosen the help of her father over the help of a house elf knowing that she had not grown up with one and still wasn’t convinced they needed one. 

And he wasn’t with his wife at every hour of the day, so he had no clue how often these calls to her father took place. 

It wasn’t until a couple of months later that he heard her call her father again. 

“Dad,” she said, not too quietly in the middle of the shop, “how much is too much for floo powder?” Draco was glad that she sent the patronus before he let out a snort. 

Her head snapped towards him. 

“What?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, knowing that she most definitely was. 

“I don’t know what’s an appropriate price for floo powder.” They were standing in front of a bunch of different floo powders, with a large price range. If Draco was being honest, he too didn’t know the appropriate price for floo powder, but he just wanted to tease his wife about how reliant she was on her father, sue him. 

“You could have asked me,” he teased. 

“Please,” she scoffed, turning around to look back at the different types of floo powder. “We both know your house elf did that stuff.” 

She was right and Draco didn’t have anything to say back, but fortunately, James Potter was quick to get back to his youngest child and he was saved by his patronus. 

“The more expensive stuff will give you a smoother ride, but really, you’re just paying for the brand name. The cheaper stuff though often gets stuck in your throat so I’d go somewhere in the middle. Usually about a galleon a pound is pretty average, we always use Floo-Pow and it’s usually on special. Let me know if you need anything else, I love you lots.” 

Draco couldn’t help the snigger that had escaped him which earnt him a mean glare from the pretty girl picking up a container of Floo-Pow. 

Before she could put it in the basket, Draco snatched it out of her hand. She let out a sigh that Draco ignored and looked at him expectantly as he analysed the container. 

“I don’t think we buy this one.” 

“Well which one did you buy?” 

Draco shrugged, “probably the most expensive one.” He put Floo-Pow back on the shelf and reached over her to grab one at the end of the shelf. “Wildsmith sounds familiar,” he muttered, putting it in the basket she was carrying. 

“Hey,” she wined, “we don’t need the most expensive one.” 

“Well I don’t know about you my love, but I want a smoother ride with nothing getting stuck in my throat.” 

“But you’re just paying for the brand name,” she whined, as if this was something she had always known and had stood by her entire life. 

“You’re literally just repeating what your dad said.” He couldn’t understand why she cared about the price of this anyway, it was not like she had to pay for it nor was money ever an issue in their relationship. 

She shrugged her shoulders, taking out the container Draco had put in her basket and replacing it with the one her dad had recommended. 

“Because he knows these things,” she explained, as if it was obvious. Draco knew that if he rolled his eyes he may not be able to call anyone his wife anymore so he refrained from doing so. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, reaching back over her to grab the container she had put back in the wrong spot, “we get both and then decide which is better.”

“Deal.” 

It was also no surprise to Draco that his wife thought that anything her father said was fact. Nor was he really surprised that she had sent a patronus to him for this. She valued his opinion and even if he loved to tease her about it, he knew what it was like to value the opinion of your father even for something as simple as floo powder. 

But it was only later that day when she called for her father again. They were unpacking everything they had bought, placing both of their preferred floo powders on top of the mantle. Draco didn’t say anything when she didn’t call for the house elf to unpack the bags he had carried in and had asked him to help her unpack. But he had naturally assumed that she would be happy to let the house elf make them dinner. 

But when he had suggested it her head had snapped towards him and suddenly she was taking long strides towards him and raking her fingernails up and down his chest, pouting up at him and whining that, “it would be so romantic if we cooked together though don’t you think so baby?” 

James Potter’s daughter wasn’t used to hearing the word ‘no’ and Draco understood why. It was why he was listening to her tell the story about how her grandmother, James’ mother, always used to make this pasta dish that was ‘just her absolute favourite!’ and how she always made it whenever she new her son and his family were coming over because she knew that her granddaughter loved it. 

“So you’ve been spoiled your whole life then?” Draco liked to tease her, but he genuinely liked the story. Pasta was her favourite food, and now he knew why. 

She was cutting up a carrot and Draco had snaked his arms around her waist, letting his head fall into the nape of her neck. 

“I can’t help that I was her only granddaughter.” She knew Draco was teasing, but she couldn’t help but grumble it out. “Besides,” she continued, a confident look on her face, “you’re one to talk.”

And he knew she was right. 

Draco was happy to stay like this. Not only could he smell his favourite perfume that he always bought her, but she had just washed her hair and the ends were tickling the tips of his nose. And he knew that when she finished cutting the carrot, he would move and start helping her again, but he really just wanted a few more seconds in this position. 

But all of a sudden she stopped moving and Draco pulled his head up to see what was wrong. 

“Huh.” Was the only word that left her pretty lips before she was moving out of Draco’s grasp to go to the fire place. 

Part of Draco was curious to see what she doing and the other part of him had nothing better to do but follow her, so that was what he did. 

Without uttering a word to him, she knelt down on the ground and putting some of her floo powder in the fire, she quickly stuck her head in. 

Draco was standing behind her. He couldn’t help but admire the curve of her back in her bent position, but the thought was quickly put to the back of his mind when she said, “Dad, finally, it took you long enough to answer.” 

Draco was glad that her back was towards him so she couldn’t see the way his eyes rolled at her impatience. It had barely been a minute in James Potter’s defence. 

“Sorry princess,” he could hear James say, “what’s up?” 

“Dad,” she repeated as if this was an urgent matter, and Draco couldnt help thinking that given her sudden need to call her father, it was. “What wine did Gradma have with that pasta she always made me?” 

Draco couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even like wine! Sure, she drank it when there was nothing else available, but he had never seen her drink wine willingly and he knew that she was not going to be drinking any wine tonight. Was this really that urgent?

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear James reply, but he did hear them say goodbye and watch her stand back up, a beaming smile on her face. 

“I can’t believe I forgot that!” 

Draco, like the good husband he was, prompted her to tell him more about her experiences with her grandmother, but really, he was just trying to understand why it was so important she just had to call her father for a question that could have been answered at any time. 

Draco had seen his wife call or complain to her father about very frivolous things. When they were just boyfriend and girlfriend and Draco would spend dinner at their house in Godric’s Hollow, he once made a joke to her that if he drank everytime the word, Dad!’ left her mouth, he wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month. 

They were sitting on the family lounge, just the two of them after she had made her father make Harry move. ‘Dad! Harry’s being annoying and won’t leave us alone.” 

He was sitting with his back leant against the back of the lounge and she was sitting crosslegged, facing him, playing with the tips of his fingers. But when he got out his ‘joke’ she dropped his hand and stared at him dumbfounded for a solid five seconds before she yelled out, ‘Dad!’ She kept eye contact with him. ‘Draco’s being mean to me.’ 

But he thought that when they moved out together she would grow independent. Or that she would at least start to rely on him rather than her father, but he quickly learnt that that was not going to happen anytime soon. 

It was only a couple days later when their owl brought their mail. She had taken it from the owl, given it a little treat and was now giving Draco a run down of the letters they had received. 

“This one’s from your mum,” she said, passing him a letter. “This one’s from your work.” She gave him another. “This one is for me.” She put it to the side. Draco was watching her go through the letters and his eyebrows furrowed together when she paused at the next one. He watched her open it and read it intently. And then he watched her send a patronus to her father. “Dad,” she said, “do we really need floo insurance?”

Draco knew that now that they had their own floo network, they would have to get floo insurance, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to start a fight on their one morning this week together. But really, if she had just taken two seconds to tell him what the letter was about he would have told her that he was already in talk with the insurance company and they only needed the paperwork to be processed before the insurance was finalised. Sure, Draco could have told her this before but he didn’t think it was something she was interested in and he didn’t want her to worry about it. 

No, he was going to tell her. They could talk about this. They were adults. 

Draco went to open his mouth to tell her that he needed to start trusting him more than her dad because he had already sorted it out, but he was cut off by the one and only James Potter. Well, his patronus. 

“Good morning princess, yes, you should have floo insurance. Draco should know what to do, but if he isn’t sure let me know and I’ll help you set it up. I love you lots.” 

“Do you know what to do?” 

Draco didn’t mean for his spoon to clank so loudly against his bowl, but it did and he couldn’t take it back. 

“Does it matter? I’m sure you’d feel better if your dad did it anyway.” 

She frowned at his words. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing,” he sighed, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped. I’ve already dealt with the floo insurance, it should all be processed by Tuesday.” 

“Who did you go with? Were they cheap? What does it cover? Should I ask my dad to see who they are with?”

“No,” he said a bit too quickly, cutting her off slightly and making her frown once more. 

“I feel like something’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just,” Draco sighed, running a hand through his already messy morning hair, “sometimes I get jealous about how much you rely on your dad still.” 

She softened at his confession, immediately getting up out of her chair to go and sit on his lap. He welcomed her in his arms, wrapping them around her hips as she held his face in the palm of his hands. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve just always relied on my dad and I know he will never be bothered by me no matter how stupid my questions are.” 

“You could never bother me either, you know that right? Even when I’m at work. No matter what, you come first.” 

She did know because Draco had never made her feel stupid. Of course, he teased her relentlessly, but not once had he ever made her feel inferior and always gave genuine responses to whatever she said or asked. But hearing Draco actually say it made her feel even better and she made a silent promise to start making her beautiful husband feel relied on. 

She still called her dad almost everyday. It was often Draco would come home to find her sending a patronus to him. ‘Dad, you haven’t answered me all day.” “Dad, where’s mum?” “Dad, Harry is being a literal child. Tell him to grow up.” 

Draco was happy for James to sort that one out. And he didn’t mind that she still spent lots of time talking to her dad through the fire place. 

“Dad, you’ll never guess what happened to me today when I was making lunch.” “Dad, you’ll never guess who I saw at Flourish and Botts today.” “Dad, what did Sirius tell you the other day/.”

Because she kept to her promise and now, Draco was also receiving various patronus messages from her. 

“Draco, the floo insurance people are saying that we are late for a payment, but that’s not a thing, right?”

“Draco, can you please pick up some more Sleekeazy’s hair potion on your way home. I’d send the house elf but he said he wasn’t feeling well and I feel bad.” “Draco, Gringrotts are trying to charge me for entering our vault, that’s not normal right?” 

Draco loved it. He loved seeing her patronus make it’s way into his office for everyone to see that he had a wife who he loved and who loved him and trusted him. 

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon when her patronus entered his office and he already had a dumb smile on his face, wondering what question his pretty wife had for him today. 

“Draco,” instantly, he could tell that this wasn’t one of her usual patronus messages, her voice was small and in pain, “I think I splinched myself and I don’t know what to do.” 

Draco was up and trying not to curse her for not sending her location in the message. He was quick to send one back, saying that she was going to be okay, she just needed to tell him where she was right now. 

She was in Diagon Alley, just outside Ollivander’s. Draco didn’t bother to tell anyone he was leaving, he was the boss and he didn’t have time to tell them he had to go. His girl needed him.  

He took long strides to get to her and when he was in ear shot she said, “I’m sorry, I know I could have asked someone else but I wanted you.” She wasn’t crying which was a good sign, but Draco wasn’t convinced he wasn’t going to start at her words. 

“Where’d you splinch yourself my love?” 

“My pinky.” She held up her left pinky finger and found that the top part had been cut off. Nothing that a quick regrowth potion couldn’t fix, but still, Draco could sympathise, quite scary. 

He grabbed it in is own hand and he gave it a kiss just under the little specks of blood. 

“C’mon my love, lets get you to St Mungo’s.” 

She held onto him as he apparated her and they were happy to give her a quick regrowth potion and make her sit for fifteen minutes to ensure she was okay. 

“I’m sorry,” she frowned as Draco sat down next to her in the waiting area. 

“Why?” He wrapped her arm around her and she rested her head on his chest. 

“I feel like I’m always bugging you with quesitons at work and now you had to leave because of me.”

“Don’t be,” he pushed his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “I told you, you always come first.” 

After fifteen minutes she was given the okay to leave. 

“Draco,” she said, “will you please apparate me back home first?” She had such a sad look on her face that he couldn’t say no. Not that he was going to anyway. 

But even after they arrived home, she still had such a sad look on her face that Draco would have done anything to make it go away. 

“Have fun back at work.” She was already burying herself in his chest, hugging him goodbye. 

“Don’t be ridiculous my love.” She pulled back instantly, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re injured, I can’t leave you.” 

“No, Draco,” she sighed, “I can’t make you stay home to look after me, it was only a small cut and I promise I’m fine.” 

“I don’t care, I can’t leave my girl injured.” 

She smiled at that and Draco was happy to lead her over to the lounge where he made her sit while he made her a cup of tea. 

That night, they had been invited to Godric’s Hollow for their weekly dinner as James and Lily missed their children. 

“Do you think you’ll be okay to go?” Draco teased. 

“I’ll try to be brave.” 

But Draco didn’t even suggest apparating and instead made his way over to the fireplace, getting her floo powder ready for her as she wrapped her coat around herself. 

She went first and even though Draco followed immediately after, she was still about halfway through her splinching story by the time he got there. 

“Are you okay dear?” Her mum asked, coming over to inspect where the splinching had occurred. 

“Yeah, lucky it was just my pinky finger,” she said, pointing it up to show them. 

“You should’ve called me!” James scolded and Draco had only seen this emotion on his wife once or twice before, but he knew that she was embarrassed. 

“Oh, well, I mean,” she stuttered a bit more before she finally got it out. “I called Draco.” 

“Oh,” James said, taking a small step back. 

“He took really good care of me though,” she said very quickly, taking his hand into hers as he took a step closer to her, “he even stayed home from work to make sure I was really okay.” 

Draco was relieved to see a genuine happy look on James Potter’s face. 

“Good,” he said, bringing a hand to pat Draco on the back, “I’m glad you have someone you can rely on.” 

[bubbledtee]

Having ride the lighting era!james babies is the only thing in my mind right now. Like I’m a sucker for a young parent trope UGHHH MY GODD 🥹💭💭

OH MY GOOOODDDD NONNIE.

this is killing me. like we all know it’s definitely so unrealistic but at the same time SOOOOO adorable.

when they’re on tour, he’ll try to have you tag along as much as possible, but if you can’t be there for certain dates, he’ll call you from a pay phone whenever he can to check in on you and the baby <33

and then i’m imagining him holding the baby during an interview, like the “day on the green” mtv interview with james and lars, i’m just imagining him having his lil daughter perched in his lap :(( him pointing to the camera and waving and going “say hi, princess!” and she does a little wave AHHHH THE BABY FEVERRRR then she’s cuddled up to him the rest of the interview and he’s just talking while simultaneously soothing his little one to sleep for her midday nap AGH THIS IS MENATL ILLNESS GUYS

and the rest of the guys being the best when it comes to helping you guys out <3 lars always mistakenly makes her cry while trying to make her laugh and it makes him so sad HEHESHWJJSSNJS and kirk is such a sweetheart with her but just has no clue what to do when she fusses. usually when she starts getting upset, he’ll look to you, james, or cliff because we all know cliff is definitely like. a master with babies. idk what makes me feel like that but she definitely just l o v e s her uncle cliff and he loves her. he knows how to make the little kiddo belly laugh so hard and he’s even better at getting her to fall asleep. long story short, if neither you nor james can get her down to sleep at night while you’re at a hotel, you’re gonna have to be knocking on cliff’s door asking him if he can help AGHAJSHDUHCBC

long story short, i need to be institutionalized.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

just imagining dad!Logan holding his baby for the first time and… sigh

warnings: afab reader, pregnancy, birth, Logan’s a girl dad idc

a/n: idk what caused me to write about this but dad Logan is the loml at the moment so…

MASTERLIST | KOFI

he’s staring at you holding her in your arms, a small smile gracing his rough features, a contrast to his usual scowl.

You look up at Logan, holding her up for him to carry, her little beady eyes looking curiously at the man in front of her now.

He raised an eyebrow at you, you nodding and smiling. Slowly, and hesitantly, he took her into his arms, his hand supporting the back of her head. It was like his little girl and you were the only things in the world at the moment, like time had stopped for his family.

Tears ran down his face, “She has your eyes.” He murmured gently, and you swear it’s the softest you’ve heard him spoke.

“And she has your big ass head of hair.” You retorted, making him laugh out inbetween his silent cries.

“You do, don’t you, girl?” He murmured to her, her head tilting slightly to the side, her mouth opening to reveal her gums, which made him shake his head and laugh even more.

It was adorable to see a tiny swaddle of blankets in his large, beefy arms that practically engulfed her.

she began to cry again, he quickly handed her off to the nurses, watching them for a moment before turning to you, pulling up a chair next to your bed, grabbing your hand. The small gesture made you look at him with a small smile, he gave you a small smile back.

He knew at that moment, when he saw you look up at him, and her beady eyes stare back at his, that he would protect the both of you, his little family, until he day he fucking died.

Marvel Taglist: @annoyingassleo

[starzionn]

jegulus picking harry up from preschool but one of the moms starts obnoxiously flirting with james while they wait for the kids to be dismissed. james is somewhat clueless, because he’s so social and thinks she’s just making polite conversation. he pleasantly engages while regulus is literally fuming right next to him. the lady is like twirling her hair n shii and openly hitting on james, while regulus is standing right there. so while the lady is complementing james’ figure, gushing on and on, “gosh, i can tell you work out a lot , you must be so dedicated!” regulus interjects their conversation and says, “yeah, his figure is even better when you’ve seen all of it-“

james jolts in suprise, blushing, scolding, “reg!” the mom looks towards regulus for the first time and sneers in a challenge. regulus shoots her a smug expression right back, reciprocating the challenge. it’s that moment when the kids start pouring out the building and harry runs out yelling “pa!!!!” “dad!!!!”. reg kneels, prompting harry to jump into his arms. when he does, reg swings him up with an enthusiastic “heyy buddy!” and “how’s my little haz-elnut?” while harry giggles, reg leans him towards james so he can greet his son as well, and while james is busy cooing over harry regulus shoots the now sour-faced woman a wink before starting off with his gorgeous husband and adorable little boy. moral of the story; don’t challenge regulus black.

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1796

"Y/n! You came!" Marlene exclaims, her eyes widening with surprise. Her usually confident demeanor melts into a mixture of shock and delight. Dorcas, sitting next to her, sends you a bright smile when she notices you. Lily practically flies off her barstool to give you a hug.

"You seem surprised." You giggle as you pull away from the hug you just shared with Lily. Noting the genuine astonishment on Marlene's face, you take in the lively atmosphere of the pub, which is buzzing with conversations and laughter, typical for a Friday night. You can't remember the last time you went out with the girls; it's been ages.

"Well, I mean, yeah, a little." Marlene admits, shifting slightly on her barstool. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and glances around, almost as if she’s trying to ensure that you’re really there.

"Why's that?" You ask, flagging the bartender down for a drink. The bartender, a tall guy with a friendly smile, nods at you in acknowledgment as he finishes serving another customer.

"You haven't been out with us in ages." She replies, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. Her eyes search yours, looking for an explanation.

"I've been busy, you know that." You say, smiling softly. The pub is so loud that Marlene's sigh goes unnoticed by you.

"With James." Marlene says blankly. Dorcas sends her a look of caution. Your eyebrows furrow, and you look over at her in confusion and surprise.

"Um, yeah, of course. Who else?" You ask, sending her an odd look. It's been clear since school days that you and James were close, so you aren't sure why she seems annoyed by this.

"Don’t you think you’re spending a lot of time with him?" Marlene asks, bringing her drink up to her lips and looking at you over the rim.

"With James? I’ve always spent a lot of time with James." You laugh, though you're starting to feel like Marlene is about to interrogate you. You love her, but she never holds back from stating her opinion, and sometimes that puts you on edge. You prefer to avoid confrontation at all costs. The lively chatter and clinking of glasses around you only add to your growing discomfort.

"It's true!" Lily chimes in, trying to diffuse the brewing tension. She broke up with James because everything for him always came back to you. Not that you knew that.

Marlene raises an eyebrow, clearly displeased with your answer. "I know, but lately it’s felt... more intense." She admits, her voice lowering as if she doesn't want everyone in the pub to overhear.

Dorcas, who has been silently observing, finally speaks up. "What Marlene means is that we miss you. It feels like we barely see you anymore, and when we do, it’s usually with James." You and Marlene remain silent, merely staring at each other blankly.

Your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, and your voice takes on a challenging edge. "Intense? What do you mean by that?" Dorcas and Lily exchange uneasy glances. Girls' night was not supposed to go this way.

Marlene raises an eyebrow, clearly incredulous. "He’s got Henry now."

A waiter sets your drink on a napkin in front of you, and you offer a quick, grateful smile. When you turn back to Marlene, your smile has vanished. "And how does that affect anything?" You ask.

“It changes everything,” Marlene says sharply. “You’re playing house with James. That isn’t your responsibility. If James wants that, he needs to find a girlfriend.”

You scoff, “I’m his best friend. Of course, it’s my job to help him out.”

“But you’re not just helping him,” Marlene counters. “You’re practically Henry’s mum.” You stand there, rigid. “Look, I want the best for you. Spending your twenties raising another woman’s child isn’t how you should be spending them.”

Your head jerks back as if struck, and you pull your lips tight. “She gave up her rights. Henry is James' son. If James doesn’t want me to help, he can tell me himself.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and down your drink. “And did you ever consider that this is how I want to spend my twenties? Being a part of their lives means everything to me. I’m sorry if you haven’t found someone you feel so strongly about.”

You're so upset that you don't even notice you've just confessed your feelings for James out loud for the first time.

By the time you reach James’ place, it's well past midnight. The streets are quiet, and the only sounds are the occasional distant car and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Given that it's a Friday night, there's a strong possibility he’s already in bed, but you’re willing to take that risk. You know he might be asleep, but the thought of waiting until morning is unbearable.

It takes a second for him to open the door, but when he does he squints at you and glances back at the street in horror, “Did you walk-”

You interrupt, a bit impatiently, “You would tell me if you didn’t want me to help with Henry as much as I do, right?”

James studies you closely. Your hair is tousled by the breeze, and you’re huddled tightly into your jacket against the chill. The sight tugs at his heart, making him want to gather you close and warm you himself. He reaches out and gently pulls you inside, closing and locking the door behind you as you slip off your coat and shoes and place them in their rightful place.

When you look up, James stands there with his arms crossed, a concerned frown on his face. “Well?” you prompt. James sighs, clearly grappling with how to respond.

“Of course I would,” he says softly. “I’ve always appreciated your help. I’ve never once considered asking you not to help me.”

You hesitate, glancing at the three pairs of boots lined up by the door—James’s, yours, and Henry’s. “And you really don’t think I’m trying to be Henry’s mum?” you ask, your voice quiet and edged with tension. James follows your gaze to the boots, his expression neutral. He doesn’t reply immediately, simply looking back and forth between the boots and you.

“He calls you his mum.” James says finally, and your heart feels like it stops. The room seems to shrink around you as tears spring to your eyes without warning. You raise a hand to cover your mouth, afraid that a cry might slip out uncontrollably.

Your voice is barely a whisper, “He does?”

James nods, his gaze steady but gentle. “He has for a while now. But I asked him to keep it between us because I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” The soft light from the hallway lamp casts a warm glow on his face, and the quiet of the room feels heavy with the weight of his words. If you weren’t so overwhelmed with emotion, you might have noticed that he took your advice to turn off the overhead lights and use a lamp instead.

A tear slowly traces its way down your cheek, and James catches sight of it instantly. His expression softens with concern. “I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.” You say gently.

There’s a pause between you both. You struggle to keep yourself composed, while James fights the urge to reach out to you. Neither of you is succeeding.

“Y/n,” James says, stepping closer with a hesitant expression. “You can tell me to forget it if this sounds strange, but—” He trails off, his gaze dropping to the floor as he nervously fiddles with his glasses. The soft hum of the heater fills the silence. “I don’t think you’re trying to be Henry’s mum. I think you already are.”

Your gaze snaps up to him, tears streaming freely down your face and leaving damp trails on your cheeks. “James, you can’t just say that. When you get a girlfriend and it gets serious—”

“Darling,” he interrupts gently, his hand coming to rest reassuringly on your arm. “Why do you think I haven’t gotten myself a girlfriend after all these years? Henry’s about to turn four.”

You sniffle, “I—I don’t know. I just thought you were waiting for the right person, someone who would be a good fit for both you and Henry.”

“I have been.” He says, stepping closer until you’re nearly chest to chest. His gaze locks with yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. The soft light from the lamp casts a gentle glow on his face, accentuating the earnestness and vulnerability in his eyes. Your stomach tightens at the sight of the tenderness in his gaze—eyes soft and honeyed.

“Jamie—” you whisper, but your voice trails off as you feel his hand settle on your hip, pulling you gently against him. Your heart pounds so fiercely that you’re sure he can feel it if he presses any closer. The space between you seems to shrink, the air thick with unspoken feelings.

“What, darling?” He murmurs, his voice barely more than a breath as he leans in. His lips, pink and slightly parted, are just inches from yours. The warm, intimate proximity makes you ache to close the gap and kiss him, yet a flicker of doubt makes you hesitate, wondering if you’re misreading the depth of the moment.

You barely have time to process your doubts before James leans in and presses his lips against yours. The kiss starts off tentatively, allowing you the space to pull away if you need to. But you rise onto your toes and slip your right hand into his soft curls, guiding him closer with a gentle pull. The deep, passionate groan he releases sends a rush of warmth through you, making your head spin.

His fingers find yours, and he intertwines them with a reassuring grip. He slowly walks you backward until your back meets the cool surface of the door.  The texture of the wood presses against your shoulders and the small of your back. Your bodies are pressed closely together, and your hands remain intertwined, resting next to your head on the door.

The kiss grows more intense with each moment. Your lips part, and James licks into your mouth, his tongue moving with an urgency that’s both surprising and exhilarating. His left hand comes up to hold your jaw, his thumb pressing into your cheek, holding you steady as he continues to kiss you. The soft whimpers and moans that slip past your lips are pathetic.

When he finally rests his forehead against yours, sending you a breathless, knowing smile, it becomes clear that you’re completely done for.

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[lizpottersworld]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . SWEET NOTHINGS.. after james’ wife left him after the birth of their son harry, you, james’ best friend take pride in being harry’s mother figure. (james potter x reader)

keep seeing dad!james x bsf! reader and thought id join in



“lovie!” harry squeals as james pushes him on the playground swing whilst sirius playfully pretends to reach out for the little boy, “save me from the monster!” he giggles and smiles widely, finding joy in the messing around. harry had started calling you lovie because he was so used to his dad also calling you the nickname, and now it was just his preferred name for you.

“i’m coming, baby!” you jump up playfully from your seat next to remus, pretending to sneak up on sirius whilst harry giggles and makes hushing noises with his finger on his lips.

successfully you ‘capture’ sirius, and harry yells and celebrates his uncles defeat, looking back at his equally smiley dad. “i want off now,” he pouts, james stopping the swing and placing harry on to his feet.

“bit dizzy, haz?” james laughs as he struggles to run in a straight line to you, determined at the least.

seeing the boy running, you crouch with your arms open and spin him around with kisses being peppered all over his face. “lovie, no more!” he giggles and smiles.

“you okay, lovely?” james wanders over, hand resting on yours where you hold his son. you beam happily up at him, nodding your head. you were happier as ever. james kissed your forehead softly, and harry mimicked also pressing a slobbery kiss to your cheek.

the two of you laugh at the boys found affection, walking back to the bench where the pram parked next to the bag you insist on carrying around since harry was born. james’ stomach ached from smiling, and a blush creeped up his neck at the prominent reminder.

you hadn’t not smiled since harry was born it felt like. and you never found yourself frowning around james. those boys were your found home. so yeah, you could say you were very happy with the potter boys.

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[kripkerot]

[wynsvre]

father's day card for my dad (i send him house memes and he tolerates it)

[themanfromeire]

Ma'am, your daughter is not okay. Her favourite trope is found family

[leol]

logan 2017 movie canon divergent au kinda.. kurt deus ex machina, everybody lives, happy family = profit

[rosemarilee]

Regulus and Harry first meet

Regulus: *has never had a conversation with a child before* so…

Harry: you’re short

Regulus: no you’re short

Harry: I’m a kid I’m supposed to be short

Regulus: I’m an adult I can be whatever the fuck I want to be

Harry: so you chose to be short

Regulus: I’m fucking your dad

Harry: I don’t know what that means

[tageerdo]

[fiasco95]

Regulus: I’m stretched a little thin today, so I need you to do the grocery shopping, check in on the kids and maybe clean up those branches in the front garden.

James: Done and done!

Regulus: Is that an expression or did you only remember two of the things I said?

James:

James: …The second.

Regulus, sighing: I’ll leave you a message.

James: Okay!

Regulus, ringing James to leave a voicemail:

James, picking up the call: YELLO!

Regulus, shaking his head: …James.

James: Sorry!! Call back!!

(Jegulus as Phil & Claire from Modern Family, again.)

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Fem!Reader ☼ 946 words

The way I'm thinking I need to have a universe for these two

“He’s precious! He looks just like his daddy.” Miriam gushes, leaning in closer to Henry. James cringes as his baby boy flinches away, burying his head into his father’s chest and eyeing the woman with uncertainty. Henry's tiny hands clutch James’s shirt, seeking comfort and protection from the unfamiliar face.

James knows Miriam from school, but they have never been close. She has always been the life of the party, a role he once embraced during their Hogwarts days. Now, her enthusiasm feels overwhelming, especially to his shy and sensitive son. Perhaps he has mellowed more than he realizes since then—having a child at 20 would surely do that to you.

Miriam straightens up, placing a manicured hand on his bicep. With a slight pout to her lips, she says softly, “I heard about what happened to you and his mum. It must have been devastating.”

James tenses, his gaze shifting nervously to the store entrance, where he hopes Sirius, Remus, and you will hurry with their shopping and rescue him from this unwelcome conversation. The thought of discussing his ex, who left him and their son behind because she wasn't ready for motherhood, fills him with a mix of frustration and anger. The memory of her sudden departure still stings, and he isn’t eager to relive those painful moments, especially with someone he barely knows.

“Yeah, it’s been tough, but we’re doing just fine without her,” James replies, his tone steady but strained. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to gently suggest that Miriam give them some space. “Anyway, Miriam—”

“That’s so unfortunate that he doesn’t have a mum in his life,” Miriam continues, her lashes fluttering flirtatiously at him. James immediately grasps where she is going with this. It’s not the first time his role as a father has attracted unwanted advances, but her bold approach leaves him momentarily stunned. If she had asked him out directly, it might have been different—though he doubts it would have made much of a difference.

“Miriam! Still hitting on unavailable men?” Sirius’s voice rings out with a teasing edge. James turns to see Sirius and Remus emerging from the store. Remus is scanning the receipt but looks up, startled at Sirius’s voice. You must still be browsing in the store.

“Unavailable?” Miriam repeats, her eyebrows raising in surprise. James can’t help but question the same thing, the word echoing in his mind.

“Very much so,” Sirius says with a firm nod as he and Remus come to stand beside James. Remus shoots Miriam a polite hello, but his expression reflects his lingering dislike for her from their school days.

“I didn’t know you were with someone,” Miriam mumbles, and James thinks about clarifying that he didn’t know it either.

The bell above the shop door chimes, announcing someone’s departure. James’s reaction to your voice is immediate and revealing; his eyes brighten, and his posture straightens as he turns to you. It’s clear from his response that he is deeply enamored with you.

And it isn’t just James. His son mirrors his father’s excitement. The little boy’s eyes light up with the same warmth, and he reaches out eagerly toward you. Henry babbles what sounds remarkably like “mama,” his tiny arms outstretched in an unmistakable plea for you to hold him. James hopes you don’t catch what his son is trying to say.

Your sweet voice rings out, “Jamie, I know you said not to spoil him, but they had the most adorable knit sweater—” You trail off, blinking in surprise as you notice Miriam’s disapproving gaze, her brow furrowed in irritation. You come to a stop next to James, missing the way his son is staring you down.

“You bought him another sweater?” Remus asks, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. You shoot him a halfhearted glare, silently reminding him that he shouldn’t be commenting on it.

“Hi, Miriam. How have you been?” You greet her with a warm smile, though a hint of unease tugs at you. Miriam’s gaze feels unusually intense, leaving you slightly unsettled. You recall that you both got on well in school, so you’re unsure what might have shifted between you.

“Good. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you all, Jamie and I were just talking about—” Miriam trails off, her gaze fixed on James as he smoothly takes the shopping bag from you, allowing you to take Henry. Had you been fully listening, you would’ve frowned at the use of your nickname for James.

The transition is so effortless that it’s clear it’s well-practiced. You settle Henry comfortably on your hip, deftly rummaging through your purse until you find a pacifier. You gently pop it into his mouth, and Henry’s head droops onto your shoulder as he begins to suck contentedly, letting out a sigh that suggests he’s found his perfect spot.

James’s gaze is lovesick as he watches you. His heart catches in his throat as he sees you effortlessly produce a pacifier for his son. He’s well aware that your purse likely holds other baby essentials, even if you’d deny it. As he observes you, his thoughts drift, overwhelmed by the profound realization that Henry has a mum in his life— you.

You’re so focused on settling Henry that you don’t even notice Miriam’s silence, and James, so absorbed in you, is barely aware of her presence. You smile up at him while gently rocking his son, and James thinks, This is it. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

Miriam turns to Sirius with a lowered voice, “I thought they were just friends. They were in school.”

“They were never just friends. Y/n has always been James’s weakness. Now she’s his son’s too.”

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