summary: you‘re sick and use james‘ real title the first time
warnings: sickness, fever, age regression, daddy!james x little!reader, not proofread
james and you had been together for a while now. more than that, he had been your daddy, or at least did the job of one. you hasn’t called him that word yet, too shy to do so and he never referred to him as such.
„jamie?“ it was the name you had for him. he loved it, it sounded cute coming from your mouth while you were using his thumb as a paci or while he tickled you so hard that you could hardly breath due to the hard laughing.
the smile he carried while walking up to your dorm faded when he saw the state you were in. tears brimmed in your eyes, you were wrapped closely in your blanket and still shivering and your face was pale. „oh, baby“, he mumbled and sat down besides you. you sniffed and the tears began to wet your cheeks. „hey, hey, no need for those. what’s going on, hm?“
„‘m so cold, jamie. ‘n i don’t feel so good“, you answered in a whiny voice. „make it better, please.“
„i will, flower. i‘ll get the thermometer and make you a tea. gonna be right back.“ he kissed your cheek and left the room quickly.
on the way he passed remus and sirius, who offered to make the tea and bring it up to your room. in no time, he was back with you, but you were asleep, the blanket now completely off of your body. he gently put it back up to you chin and let you sleep peacefully while he did some homework.
not even an hour later, soft cries echoed in the room making him turn around to you. „oh, angel, it’s okay, i‘m here.“ james sat down next to you and put the mug with the still warm tea up to your mouth. „drink a bit, it will make you feel better.“
„fank you“, you mumbled and cuddled up against him. he then held the thermometer up, whereupon you automatically opened your mouth. james let out a worried sigh when it began peeping.
„flower, you’re burning. i‘ll send sirius and remus to get you something from madam pomfrey, then you’ll be better in no time.“
he was about to stand up, but you grasped at his flannel, which he had on top of a simple white t-shirt, with little strength. „don‘ weave, daddy.“
james‘ heart swelled. „i won’t m, flower. daddy’s gonna stay right here.“ it was the first time you had called him that, also the first time he had referred to himself as that. he sent a quick message to sirius, saying that his two friends had to go to the nurse for him. „what do you say we read a book, hm? which one do you want?“
after some time, remus and sirius came into the girl‘s dorm. „hey, bub, how are you?“, remus asked.
„‘m otay“, you answered and snuggled more against your daddy as a wave of coldness washed over you.
„i think this should help“, he said grinning and handed you a chocolate bar.
your eyes lit up as soon as you realised what it was. „fank you, remmy!“
james opened it, held it out, but didn’t give it to you. „first, you gotta drink this, okay, flower? then you can have the chocolate.“ he gave you a small potion first, which you eyed suspiciously. you hated taking medicine, but if it meant getting chocolate in return, you’d do anything.
„otay.“ you did like you were told and happily took a bite from the chocolate after it. the boys talked a bit, but when you finished your treat, you pushed the blanket away and whined into james‘ chest. „warm, daddy.“
„i‘m gonna get you something.“ he stood up and went to the bathroom, his friends following soon. „what?“, james asked, letting the cold water drench a cloth, when he saw his friends with a wide grin.
„you know what’s going on“, sirius said. „what she called you.“
james smiled just as wide. „i know. she’s a real angel.“
„we’re happy for you“, remus said as well. well, we‘ll be gone.“
„thanks for your help.“ he walked out right after them, grabbing a stuffie on the way.
he halted when he saw you, curled up in your blanket and shivering. „daddy, quick, ‘m cold.“
pairing(s): daddy!james potter x little!reader, little!reader x little!sirius black (platonic), daddy!remus lupin x little!sirius black
word count: 1816
summary: a trip to hogsmeade, your daddy, your best friend sirius and more lollipops than you could ever need. what more does a girl want?
warnings: so much ridiculously sweet, tooth rotting fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint, just a few tears, sirius and reader wrestle and poke at each other, super cute, self indulgent piece
note: this was so fun to write! i missed writing age regression fics since i am a little myself ( we <3 trauma) and i crave a relationship like this sooo bad. ugh i love james potter so much. as always, pls like and reblog and lmk what u thought!!<33
It’s no secret that James is protective over you; it’s never been questioned by any of the marauders that you’re his, and although they’re all fond of you, first and foremost you’re James’ girl. He’s the first person you think about in the morning, the last at night and he takes care of you in any way that he can.
The other boys have already vacated the dorm this morning, the only presence remaining being you and James; you’re tucked right into his side, head under his armpit and legs hooked around him like a little koala. He grins down at you with the most affectionate expression, brushing your messy hair off of your face and kissing your forehead. You grumble at the movement, turning away from the gentle touch and nestling your face into your own arms.
“Ah, ah,” James laughs, pulling you back up and towards him. You whine, rubbing your eyes with your fists in a manner that has him cooing.
“Daddy…” you protest, droopy eyes landing on him, his own dark curls mussed and sticking up at every angle imaginable.
“I know, baby love. It’s time, though.”
“It’s Saturday!”
“That’s why we’re the only ones in here. We’ve slept in plenty, bunny.”
“Hmph.”
He chuckles, lifting you onto his lap to get a better view of your face; your eyes flutter open and closed with how tired you are and you murmur softly, pawing at his chest and drooping down to rest on top of him.
“No, no. Up we get,” he encourages, bouncing you in his hold.
“Nuh uh,” you complain as he stands, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist to keep from falling.
“Yuh huh,” he counters, kissing your cheek. You sigh, rubbing your eyes again in an attempt to stay awake and alert. “C’mon, what are we wearing today?”
“What we doin’?” you ask quietly.
“Well, we’ve got Hogsmeade today, so the boys and I are gonna get some stuff from the joke shop. And I spose you’ll want to get some sweeties, yeah? And then we’ll go and get some lunch and drinks. Sound good?”
“Mhm,” you hum happily, giddy with excitement for what the day has in store. “Siri comin’?”
“Siri is coming,” he affirms, smiling at your happy giggle; you and Sirius are practically inseparable, and although the raven haired boy is surly and unapproachable to people he dislikes, he utterly adores you.
You skip to the wardrobe, picking out your outfit — which of course consists of your favourite skirt and James’ sweatshirt — and letting James help you into it. He rolls the sleeves up despite your protests, chuckling when you nuzzle into the fabric, inhaling deeply. He ties your hair into two low bunches, dressing himself in an almost identical sweatshirt to the one he’s given to you. Gazing intently into his eyes, you urge him to move faster.
“C’mon, daddy! Time to go!”
You’ve been restless ever since Sirius’ name was mentioned and you’re desperate to find him.
“Steady, baby love,” he laughs as you practically vibrate on your way down to the Great Hall. Your eyes flit from side to side, desperately searching for your best friend. When you spot Remus, you squeal, bouncing on your toes and tugging on James’ sleeve. “Go on, sweetheart,” he encourages, nudging you towards the tall boy. You giggle, running so fast that Remus grabs you with both hands, steadying you.
“Hi, Remmy,” you lilt, batting your lashes at him; you smile like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth and Remus chuckles, squeezing your cheek affectionately.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he laughs, holding his arms out for a hug. You oblige, hugging him tight even as you bounce in his hold. He senses your excitement, whispering in your ear quietly, “There’s Siri. Go on.”
You squeak when you spot the dark haired boy, making a beeline for him at practically a sprint.
“Siri!” you screech.
“Hi, bun bun!” he yells back, colliding with you at full speed; you both grunt, tumbling to the floor in a heap of limbs. Remus and James wince at the harsh landing and you open your eyes to James standing above you.
“Y’alright, bunny?”
“‘M fine, daddy,” you giggle, grinning crookedly as Sirius wraps his arms around you and squeezes.
“Too tight,” you wheeze, rolling out of his grip. James peels you off of the floor, standing you up and brushing the now loose hair out of your face. Remus does the same to Sirius, taming his wild hair by tying it in a ponytail at the bottom of his head; he grumbles, swatting indignantly at Remus’ hands as you giggle, leaning into James.
“What’chu laughing at?” he mumbles, crossing his arms and pouting. Remus kisses his puffed out lips, effectively killing the tantrum before it starts.
“Nothin’,” you sing-song, turning your attention to James, “Daddy?” you whisper.
“Yes, bunny?” he whispers back, mimicking your cute, hushed tone.
“Kiss?” Cocking your head in that adorable way you know he can’t resist, you pucker your own lips, standing on your tiptoes. He promptly presses his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks in his large hands.
“Better?” he laughs.
“Mhm.” You frown as a ravenclaw girl catches your eye, elbowing her friend and smirking as they whisper to each other and point, obviously wanting you to see them. Your cheeks burn and you look at your feet, already close to tears.
“Don’t look at them, look at me, baby love.” James, ever so perceptive, has already spotted the girls making nasty remarks about you and is trying his best to distract you.
“Sorry,” you mumble, tears welling behind your waterline. Your lower lip quivers and James coos. Tilting your chin up, he kisses you again.
“Daddy loves you,” he says as soon as he pulls away. “So, so much, bunny.”
“I love you,” you sniffle, “‘M bein’ such a baby.”
“My baby,” he says softly, kissing the crown of your head. “My best baby, my beautiful baby.”
Sirius’ arms suddenly wrap around you from behind and he blows a raspberry in your ear, laughing hysterically as you turn and tug at his ponytail, sticking your tongue out. You growl softly, clearly vexed, but Sirius’ intention was successful — you’re distracted. James wipes the wetness out of your ear, taking your hand in his large one.
“Time to go,” he chuckles, pushing Sirius towards his own boyfriend.
By the time you arrive at Hogsmeade, you and Sirius are delirious with excitement, the prior incident forgotten about in favour of the day ahead of you.
First, you head to the joke shop; you and Sirius have tons of fun with games of exploding snap, trying your hardest to make the other jump. When the boys have purchased absolutely everything they want, you head straight to the sweet shop. You keep attempting to run off down your favourite aisles until James snorts, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Every once in a while, you’ll chime out a “Look, daddy!” and he’ll grab whatever has caught your eye. By the end, you’re drowning in sweets, clutching the paper bag to your chest like treasure.
You make your way to the Three Broomsticks, skipping with your hand in James’ and your other arm looped through Sirius’. The four of you snag a booth, sliding in each side; you stick your hand straight into your bag, pulling out a red lollipop and unwrapping it.
“‘S a heart, daddy!” you giggle happily, lifting his arm so you can tuck yourself securely into his side; he grabs your legs, draping them over his lap and kissing your exposed knees. His eyes are soft and full of adoration and it makes you smile. You wonder how one person can love you this much that he even gives the unattractive and plain parts of you so much love.
“You thirsty, pup?” Remus asks Sirius, running a hand through his untamed hair. He nods, craning into the touch. James kisses your neck, sliding out of the booth behind Remus.
“Butterbeer, yeah?” James asks; you both nod, matching lopsided grins on your faces. Sirius scoots over next to you and you hand him a lollipop, grinning as he unwraps it and pops it straight in his mouth.
“Dis is fun,” he garbles around the sweet, leaning into you slightly; you laugh, poking him. He pokes you back until you’re both laying down on the seat, incoherent with laughter. James and Remus observe the whole thing whilst they collect your drinks. Sirius’ face is flushed as he grabs for you, pulling on your bunches and shouting triumphantly as you squeal.
“Alright, settle down,” Remus chides, grabbing Sirius and hauling him back onto the other side of the booth. Pouting, you fold your arms and whine.
“Oh, bunny,” James placates, “Remmy’s mean, taking Siri away, isn’t he?” You nod, doing your best frown at Remus, which only pulls a low laugh from the lanky boy. “‘S okay, sweetheart. Daddy’ll cuddle you.” That simmers your brewing tantrum wonderfully and you snuggle into James’ side, pressing the side of your face to his sweatshirt as he holds the glass full of butterbeer to your lips, tipping slowly.
“Look!” you snort, gesturing to the line of foam gathered on your top lip, “Got a moustache!” Sirius rolls his eyes playfully.
“You can’t grow a moustache.”
“I so can!”
The debate goes on until it’s time to leave, by which point you’re stifling yawns and laying on top of James, your face pressed into his neck.
“C’mon, it’s time to go,” he coos, prying you off of him and standing.
“Piggyback me?” you ask innocently, eyes fluttering sleepily; how could he ever say no to you? He wants you to have everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He lifts you onto his back, not moving until your legs are secure around him.
You doze quietly on the carriage ride back, curled in James’ lap. By the time you wake, you’re in his bed.
“Oh, hi, bunny,” he murmurs, tugging you closer into his side. You grumble, clambering on top of him with as much grace as a newborn deer.
“Fell ‘sleep,” you mumble, “Are you mad?”
“Never, baby. You were tired.” He kisses your forehead. “Look, Siri’s already asleep, too. You just had so much fun it tired you out!
“Mmm,” you giggle, glancing at Remus and Sirius, both asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. James pulls the duvet further over the pair of you, pecking your lips and letting you settle comfortably on his chest.
“Ni ni, daddy,” you murmur, kissing his bare shoulder, “Love, love, love you.”
“Love, love, love you more, bunny.”
“Nuh uh,”
You’re snoring quietly before James can answer you, fingers curled around the thick blanket and breaths soft and tickling his bare skin. One thing is for sure — you had a good day.
For the wip game: dad (yes this is me hoping for more james and harry father son moments because i love love loveeee how u write their relationship)
AHHHH. I don't have any James/Harry moment exactly but this reminded me of a ficlet I never posted online so there you go, Anon, a whole fic featuring Sirius, Dad!James and Toddler!Harry:
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Daddy
He is sure he heard it wrong, or else he's been pranked. But James looks deadly calm, with barely a trace of embarrassment and Sirius has known him for what feels like forever; he supposedly knows when James is in prank mode and this doesn't look like one of these times.
"Just to be clear," he begins slowly, trying to imagine any other word that James might have said instead of what Sirius is sure he heard the first time."You want me to call you…"
But he can't say it. It feels so wrong.
James just blinks, waiting patiently.
Sirius coughs, searching for another way of saying it. "So I can't call you James anymore."
"Of course you can." James rolls his eyes. "And Prongs, sure. Just not when Harry's around."
"Because he is in that copying stage."
"Yeah." James runs his hand through his hair. "It's no big deal, really. Lily says it will be over soon, he will learn the right way to call us. We just need to stick in a little longer."
"You mean I just need to…" Again, Sirius can't say it. "Have you asked the same for Moony?"
"Well, no, he's been less around than you… but I will." James sighs. "Look, if it helps, even Lily has called me like that."
"I heard it before, but I just thought it was a weird thing going on between you two! Didn't take you for the who is your daddy kind of relationship but –"
"Oh, shut up." James' ears are red now. "My sex life with Lily is none of your business–" Sirius stares at him, which prompts James to add: "Ever since we learned to use Locking Charms, okay."
"And improved your Silence Charms," Sirius adds annoyedly. "You know I never called my own father Daddy, right?"
"And you want me to raise my son to address me as 'Father'?" James asks, a challenge in his voice.
"No," Sirius agrees. He would rather James' relationship with Harry be nothing like his own with Orion Black. "Fine. But as soon as this stupid stage is over, I'm back to calling you James when you annoy me and Prongs if I want to ask for something."
James laughs. "That's fair."
"And we are never going to mention this."
"Okay. I would rather forget too." But James is grinning. "Unless you want to keep calling me Daddy, I'm very good parental material, I've been told."
"Ah, go f–"
"No, no. No cursing either–Harry is copying everything he hears, remember?"
"Ugh. How come you are the one with a kid and I'm the one under parental guidance?"
"That's what you signed up for when you accepted being a godfather." James' eyes lit up. "Oh, I can refer to you as the Godfather if you want Harry to call you like that."
"No way."
"Uncle Sirius?"
"Stop it."
"Siri? Sissi?"
"Oh, shut up, Daddy."
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Harry is finishing to place all blocks in order, creating a weird and still stable tower with his toys, when Lily shows up in his room.
"Harry," she calls. "Bath time." Harry sighs dramatically. "Go on, your father is waiting for you."
Sirius raises, helping Harry stand up too. He glances at Lily.
"No more Daddy?" He teases.
She blinks at him. "What?"
"You and…" Sirius steals a look at Harry, but his godson seems distracted. "Your husband. Calling each other by those pet names."
"I don't know—"
A sudden understanding hits Sirius. "He… he said I needed to call him 'Daddy' for Harry's sake!"
"Oh, and did you?" Lily sounds too amused now. "Harry is moving past this. Harry… who's James?"
"Daddy!"
"And who is Mummy's husband?"
"Daddy!"
"I think I might kill your husband, Mummy."
She snorts. "Please don't. You should know better than to fall for his pranks."
A booming laugh coming from the adjacent bathroom tells him that Lily is right.
James' face is alight with all the mischief he managed to hide from Sirius all week along.
"Hi, sonny," he says teasingly, and though he is taking Harry into his arms to help him out of his clothes, James is winking at Sirius.
"Hi, Daddy. Ugh, I am never going to fall for your antics again–"
"Watch it, or you will get no dessert for dinner, Pads."
"Watch it, or I will tell you to go fuck yourself."
"Fuck!" Harry cries suddenly, delighted. "Go fuck!"
James groans. "I told you he was in the copying phase!"
"I wanna sail on yers, Da'! Can Mummy come too? She's missed ya'!"
James nodded and stood. "Aye. Go run fetch 'er then. I'll tell th'crew t' get th' sails rigged." He said and ushered the youngster off with a small smile. He may have just returned to Tulum, where the three of them had decided to make their home, but sailing was a passion, so he didn't mind leaving again.
