The camera is pointed to you laying on your side with one of your legs over his shoulder, your body shaking from every hard thrust while you play with your puffy clit.
Frowning while looking into the camera, your eyebrows furrowed as ur eyes roll back from how deep he is. Your legs shaking from how close you are, stopping your finger on your clit to grab onto the sheets as he fucks into harder.
The bed creaking under the weight of the two of you, his deep grunts getting louder as he’s so close to cumming inside his sweet girl.
Summary: Telling James you're pregnant again is scary.
Genre: pure fluff
Warnings: reader is pregnant, vomiting
~ set after Santa Baby and before Snow On The Beach ~
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
Date nights were extremely important to James. Since Henry's birth, he was adamant that his alone time with you was something he didn't want to neglect, even if there was a child in the picture.
Now that Henry was nine, convincing Sirius and Remus to babysit wasn't hard. Especially since they would bring their four year old, Cassiopeia, with them and Henry would graciously play her while you and James went out.
Tonight's date isn't any different than the others, except that you're a bundle of jumping nerves. It certainly doesn't help that James looks positively stunning with his dark hair slicked back, a few loose curls arrayed across his forehead, and his dark suit, which conveniently matches the velvet navy dress you're wearing.
The restaurant is fancy. It's James's favorite and you secretly think one of the reasons is he likes showing you how much he can spoil you, as if he hadn't been doing just that for the past thirteen years. He'd ordered this fancy appetizer, along with some wine you haven't touched and was currently talking about work. Taking over his father's company was putting some stress on him, which you understood.
"You know, I can't wait till Harry starts school, not that I won't miss the little bugger," James chuckles behind his wine glass, his mind wandering, "but because we'll have more time. Just us."
His words cause your stomach to sink. How are you supposed to tell him now, you think. James, always observant to your emotions, frowns when he sees your expression.
"You okay, you look like you're going to be sick—"
As he speaks, the nausea hits you hard and you stand, holding a hand over your mouth as you rush to the nearest bathroom without any warning. You clumsily throw yourself on the ground, vomiting into the toilet and you choke on an embarrassed sob.
James is hot on your heels the moment you leave dinner so abruptly, running into the women's bathroom without a care in the world. The older women, who'd been mildly appalled by your vomiting, send him some dirty looks but he doesn't pay them any mind as he opens the stall. He kneels next to you, gently gathering your hair in his hand as he uses the other one to rub soothing circles on your back.
"Hey, my love, what happened?" He asks between soothing words, his hand strokes your hair as you slump against him, tears glistening in your waterline.
Your husband isn't stupid and he knows you. He looks into your eyes and he understands instantly. His breath hitches as he remembers just how bad your 'morning' sickness was when you were pregnant with Henry, lasting and becoming even worse in the evenings. His gaze softens instantly and clicks his tongue. "Why didn't you tell me?" he scolds half-heartedly, still rubbing soothing circles on your back.
You sniffle, wiping your mouth with an enormous amount of toilet-paper as you whimper, "I felt like I was going to disappoint you, you seemed so happy for time alone and—"
"And now we are going to have another baby," James finishes for you, kissing your temple as he helps you up and brings you to the sink. He pushes hair behind your face as he gently takes some paper-towel, wets it, and gently runs it under your chin and around your mouth. You look miserable and his heart breaks.
He doesn't say anything for a moment as he washes your hands, washing his in the process as well. Your mind races. You don't know what to think, what to feel about this new life growing inside you.
He places his large palm on your stomach. You're not showing, yet. You flinch, sniffing. "Why so sad, love?" he whispers as he tries to comfort you.
"You're upset," you whisper, looking at your appearance in the mirror. You look like a mess.
James grins. "Says who?" He laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead again.
You look on the verge of tears again and your husband's smile falters. He leans down, catching your gaze so you're looking at him properly. "Hey, love, please don't cry okay? I'm not upset, I promise. I'm happy. So so happy, really," James reassures you, a familiar glint of sincerity in his eyes. "We are having another baby. This is the best news, okay?"
Tension eases in your shoulders and you finally relax. The warm feeling of happiness seeps back into you. You sniff again, looking into his eyes. "Promise?"
He straightens himself and holds out his pinky for you to take. "I pinky promise." You hook your pinky with his and he leans down, kissing his closed fist. You hesitate, finally cracking a small smile as you do the same.
"Excuse me? This is the ladies room," a snark voice calls from behind you both and you look towards the voice. A woman is standing tensely in the doorway, gripping the hand of her young daughter, and she's glaring daggers at James.
The little girl looks confused and she's clearly feeling the fear her mother is and you can tell from James's expression he feels bad.
"Sorry." He waves his hands in the air, his cheeks dusted pink, as he points to you, "My wife was sick—I was just leaving—" James looks your way and mouths, "You coming?"
You nod, taking his hand, as he leads you out the door. You mumble a small apology to the woman and James sends a small reading smile to the girl, hoping not to scare her.
Once your back at your table, James gulps down his wine and looks at you sheepishly. "Oops," he mutters. You smile and cover your giggles. James's smile widens when you laugh and he reaches over, resting his hand over yours.
"Seriously, baby," he says, seriously now, "I'm really happy. And Henry will be happy too."
You rub your temples, taming some of the wisps of hair that fall in front of your eyes. "Yeah? You think so?"
James laughs, "No. He's gonna be furious," he pauses when he sees that his joke isn't landing and he squeezes your hand. "I'm joking. He'll be the best big brother. He's already so good with Cassi, he's practically an older brother already."
You smile. "He is, isn't he?"
James hums, that giddy smile of his returning. "Pregnant. Again," he muses, "I can't believe how lucky I am," he says and looks at you like you're the brightest star in the universe. You feel your cheeks warm. "I love you."
"I love you more," you say back, bringing his knuckles to your lips.
James grins and when he catches glimpse of your untouched wine glass, a smirk curls his lips and shake his head, clicking his tongue. "Can't drink this, baby," he teases you and slides it over to his side. You roll your eyes.
"I wasn't," you argue playfully.
"Hmm?"
You swat his hand, knowing he's teasing you on purpose to lighten the mood. Still, your nerves have calmed and you aren't feeling as nauseous anymore. In fact, you can finally truly feel excited now. Another baby. You smile.
Once the food arrives and the topic of conversation had changed to James excitedly coming up with new baby names, you feel at ease again and warmth spreads in your stomach.
You move your foot under the table, gently touching James's ankle—just to let him know you love him. James doesn't mention it but his smile widens as he speaks, a look of adoration and love sparkling in his eyes.
Sucking off dad!james and ur greedy tongue can’t get enough of him and just wanders down underneath his balls…and he lets out a deep groan asking what ur doing whilst you kitten lick his ass desperately lapping up what you can whilst he calls you the filthiest slut he’s ever seen 😔
18+, smut, fauxcest/stepcest, oral, rimming.
I'll never ignore an ass eating ask, but I'm kinda late ehhehe, hi.
"I never imagined my sweet girl would be such a filthy slut," James groans, looking down at you with a smirk. "Is your dad's cock not enough for you?"
Whining as a reply, you close your eyes, wrapping a hand around his hard cock, stroking him faster, always eager to please. The way his breathy huffs and low moans echo in your dark bedroom only spur you to continue. He'd never deny you, less when he can clearly see how much you are enjoying yourself.
Humming, your tongue laps at his hole, enjoying how his cock twitches in your hand. Running your tongue up to his balls, you lick them, sucking on his fleshy ballsack. The wet noises of your mouth devouring him whole makes James throw his head back, murmuring how good you are for him, how you are the only one who can please him. His hips jerk, darting his eyes to the door. It's pretty late at night, and everyone is asleep, but being cautious will never hurt.
Returning his eyes to the beautiful sight between his legs, he pats your cheek gently. What a pretty girl, his angel, his favorite girl.
"Keep sucking," He yanks the roots of your hair, grunting through gritted teeth. "Be a good whore and make your dad happy."
-‘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.”
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.
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
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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.”
7.20 a.m with James Potter- getting the kids ready for school <3
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language of flowers celebration
𝟕:𝟐𝟎𝐀𝐌 — 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
“coming in hot, everyone watch your hands!”
it’s a monday morning in the potter household, and like always, you’re already running late. your son, who now reaches with greedy hands for the bacon you just set on the table, refuses to change out of his spiderman suit, insisting he has to wear it to school because you never know when crime will strike!
across from him, your daughter chews thoughtfully on some eggs while your husband wrestles her wild curls into little pigtails. the man has bobby pins sticking out between his lips, his face drawn into a focused pinch as he wrangles the messy locks into a practiced hairstyle. he does this every morning, insisting it’s his time for him and his little princess to bond. your daughter doesn't mind it, though she does grumble and shoot you a look whenever her dad comes up with a new style to try out.
“tada! look at you!” your daughter is not as impressed as james, it's much too early for that, but it doesn't dim the excited gleam in his eyes. you’re pretty sure nothing ever could.
he plants a kiss on the top of her head, fidgeting one last time with the purple elastic before pulling away and rounding the table, hand mindlessly patting at your hip as he reaches around you to snatch a piece of bacon off the plate. he hums, “thank you, angel. tastes amazing.”
you shake your head with an easy smile at his affection. you’ve been married for what feels like a lifetime, and he’s yet to ever slack on making you feel loved and appreciated. your lip twitches thinking of your friends who always complain about how lucky you got. they’re not wrong.
you don’t even think about thanking him for doing your daughter’s hair, having learned quickly after the last time you did and he got so upset he sulked for the whole weekend. she’s my kid, of course i’ll do her hair. i’m not some deadbeat dad.
it took a lot of kisses and letting him eat you out until you almost passed out to make up for it.
“daddy, tell mummy i have to wear my suit,” your son says around a mouthful of bacon. you wipe his mouth with a napkin, warning don’t speak with your mouth full, please. he listens, pausing and finishing chewing before he swallows, shooting you a cheeky grin before turning back to his dad. “she doesn’t get it.”
james scoffs, eyes wide as he places a big hand on his little head and tilts it back so it rests against his stomach and he can stare down at him in faux shock. “are you crazy? of course she does! she’s a pro at this hero stuff.”
you sip at your coffee and hide a smile. god, you love him.
“you should listen to her, can’t go flaunting your true identity around, buddy.” his son is listening intently, nodding seriously as his dad drones on. “get into your normal clothes and we’ll put the suit in your backpack for when you need it. gotta keep it a secret, yeah?”
the little boy nods thoughtfully, “you’re right.” he jumps to his feet, taking his plate to the sink like the well mannered boy you both raised, and then turns towards the door before stopping in his tracks and running over to you, little arms wrapped tight around your middle. “thanks mummy,” he says in a rush against your stomach. “sorry for not believing you.” and then he’s darting down the hall.
by now james has dropped down in the now vacant chair, smiling gratefully when you hand him a hot cup of coffee. you brush dark curls out of his face while he sips, “you’re such a good dad, y’know?” you scratch at his scalp, sappy smile on your face. “i love watching you with them.”
the tips of his ears redden and his cheeks get hot, but he still shoots you a cheeky grin and a wink—an almost mirror image of the little boy who once sat where he’s sitting—before reaching out and pulling you down on his lap. “you and your flattery, angel. you know what it does to me.”
you do, and you can also feel it as you wiggle around on his lap.
“mo’e!” the little squeal comes from across the table, chubby little arm reaching eagerly for the bacon in the middle of the table. “mo’e mummy, pwease.”
you both giggle, as you rip the bacon into little bits and bring them to your baby’s mouth, the pair of you watching with hearts in your eyes as she gobbles them up.
it’s a monday morning in the potter household, and you decide that it's okay that you’re running late. just this once.
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
