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#James potter is a good dad
awanderingdeal · 1 year
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This was supposed to be funny, but some how we got into Sirius parent trauma....
so yeah,
content warning for implied past parental abuse.
Character credit goes to @lumosinlove
Rating: G
"Leo! Pass it to me!" Harry called, banging his stick eagerly against the ice. Leo obliged, earning a toothless grin as Harry collected the puck.
With a slight wobble - he was still getting used to his recent growth spurt - Harry turned to make his way up to the other end of the ice. The turning issue aside, Sirius noticed he moved much more steadily than he did even six months ago.
Still, Pascal stole the puck from Harry with ease. "Got you," Pascal said. Small lines creased the skin around his eyes and mouth as laughter bubbled on his lips.
"Dumo," he spat. "Dumo. More like Dumbo."
"Harry James Potter!"
Sirius jerked his head upright. He'd almost forgotten James there; a mess of hair and hazel coloured eyes just visible over the wall which surrounded the rink. He must be kneeling now, but the last Sirius had seen he'd been sat colouring pictures with the youngest Weasley. He held his breath for a second, releasing it in a slow controlled manner just as his therapist had taught him. And another. This was James.
He let his eyes land on Harry again. His Godson was looking up at Pascal petulently, his small fist in a tight grip around his stick.
"Harry," James said again. "Come here please."
For a second, it seemed Harry was going to disobey his father. Then his shoulders dropped, he tore his gaze away from Pascal's gently raised eyebrow and started a slow skate over to James. Sirius felt his own muscles relax.
He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm on his hand, hoping he appeared nochalent whilst he strained his ears. He was sure he could hear everything but James.
"And this is why not having children is good thing," Logan laughed. "They say terrible two's but it should be more like terrible tens."
"He's eight," Leo snorted.
"It keeps you on your toes. Keeps you young," Pascal said.
"Alright, old man." Logan shook his head fondly, taking the puck off the end of Pascal's stick. "Who's got who now?"
"Leo, how fond of this one are you?"
"Can't lie, I quite like him," Leo laughed.
Pascal grunted. "Shame."
Sirius made his lips curl up into the smile he knew would be expected, glancing over at James and Harry with every third breath. His mouth was dry and he needed water, but he wasn't sure if he stood his legs would bear his weight. And Remus had gone to get drinks. It'd be weird if he followed. Or would it? Yeah, Remus would know. Maybe he wanted him to know?
Just as he thought his the pulsing behind his eyes was going to get too much and his head would actually explode, James smiled. He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, his lips forming familar words. "Love you kiddo."
As Harry skated back out onto the ice, Sirius took another breath. This time his body knew what to do with it. James met his eyes now, rolling his eyes in Harry's direction. The smile Sirius returned was more genuine.
"My dad says I have to apologise to you," Sirius heard Harry mutter some what in Pascal's direction.
"Okay," Pascal nodded.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I shouldn't have called you Dumbo. It was rude.
Pascal nodded again and Harry straightened up a little. "Apology accepted. Thank you."
"Can we play again now? But can you let me keep the puck at least sometimes. It's not fun otherwise."
Sirius frowned, guilt replacing the fear that had just been. James was a good dad. James was not either one of his parents. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to scrub away the guilty feeling.
"Hey love," Remus sat down, handing Sirius a drink. Remus' weight against his side was familiar and warm, comforting in a way nothing else was.
"I'm fine," Sirius said.
"I didn't say you weren't," Remus said, fixing his eyes on Sirius. He stared and Sirius knew he was assessing the situation. They'd done this enough times. "Do you want to talk about it or leave it for Thursday?"
Thursday. Therapy day. God, he was going to have so much to talk about this week.
"Thursday," Sirius replied. "I just...I forgot who I was with for a bit. I'll tell you about it later."
Remus didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Sirius' jaw and curling their fingers together. Sirius leaned into him, letting himself relax back into watch his friends. His good friends, who were good parents.
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rewritingcanon · 9 days
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hc that minerva mcgonagall’s biggest nightmare in hogwarts is not any of the potter kids, but harry potter himself. harry would make any excuse and pull any card in the book to go to hogwarts during the school year to check up on his babies because that man has a separation anxiety that rivals no other (except maybe ron’s, but he’s not head auror is he?). he will lodge fake complaints to visit that school for a ‘check in.’ he will write up fake reports of a extremely dangerous creature being spotted near the grounds to ‘investigate.’ he will say theres been talk of [insert dangerous object] stashed somewhere in the room of requirement. and all of these concerns are resolved within a day, and get more and more creative as the years go on. eventually minerva stops questioning how playing an hour long chess match with his daughter is investigating and lets that man run wild.
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residentrookie · 9 months
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jegulus dads ‘i frew up 🧍’ microfic— 1313 words; sorry guys i was brain rotting too hard about this one (cw: mentions of throwing up)
in all his 27 years, regulus has never been a deep sleeper. so when the door to the bedroom creaks open at 3 in the morning, his eyes open with it. the room is still pitch black, and he wonders groggily if boots (their cat) pawed it open when a tiny, weak voice whimpers, “daddy?”
regulus is launching up in bed and turning towards the voice of his five year old son before thinking twice.
“what, baby? what is it?”
at his sudden movement, james shoots up in bed next to him. “—whatisit. haz?” he mumbles, flicking on a lamp and dousing the room in light.
there stands harry in his spiderman jams, hair an absolute bird’s nest and tears streaming from his big green eyes and down his sweet cheeks. regulus’ eyes water instinctively just looking at him. before having kids, regulus never knew what it was to empathize so automatically with someone else— but he felt harry’s emotions right along with him, the joy, the sorrow, and the pain too.
“i—“ harry starts, then sucks in a big stuttering breath, clearly trying to be a brave boy and not cry, “i-i threw u-up.”
at the admission he wails, like he’s just confessed to the most abhorrent sin and will now have to face the wrath of his two loving fathers, who are so light on punishments they sometimes worry harry will end up being the most spoiled brat alive. james and regulus share a quick look, what regulus would consider the “dad” look, before throwing back the covers and rising quickly.
surprisingly, they’ve planned for this. years ago. when they first started dating. james had asked regulus about this very scenario, and after minutes of regulus whining about never wanting children in the first place—so why does it even matter, james— he’d made his position clear.
“i don’t do vomit.” regulus told him firmly. “absolutely not.”
james had laughed. “fine by me. if you only knew how much of my friends vomit i’ve had to clean up over the years. i don’t even blink at it anymore.”
thus the responsibilities of this hypothetical situation were assigned. james was on vomit duty. regulus was on comfort duty.
“not sure i’ll be any good at that either,” regulus had said grudgingly, but james had just smiled knowingly, able to see a future that regulus couldn’t yet imagine.
james makes it to harry first and scoops him up promptly, letting him bury his face in his neck and sob. regulus comes up behind them and snuggles up to harry, kissing his small head and whispering reassurances.
“shhhh don’t cry, it’s okay, haz. does your tummy hurt?” james asks calmly, rocking them all back and forth soothingly.
regulus pulls back and watches harry nod. his cheek is rosy and hot when regulus puts his hand to it.
“come on, baby, let’s go take care of it okay?” regulus tells him, and james deposits their still-sniffling son into his husbands open arms.
“you know what time it is?” james asks, wiggling his brows. harry just sniffs and shakes his head. “time to be superdad,” james tells him, pointing at his faded superman t-shirt. then he gives an animated salute, puts one fist on his hip and the other high in the sky before jetting out of the room with some impressive ‘flying sounds’ that manage to make harry smile a little before he remembers that he’s actually very upset right now. regulus shakes his head at his wonderfully ridiculous spouse and starts towards the stairs, feeling harry’s hot tears gather in the crook of his neck.
after giving harry some medicine, they settle on the couch downstairs, harry in regulus lap and clinging to him. regulus rocks them for a few minutes, letting harry’s breaths slow as he calms down.
“papa?” harry sniffles suddenly, his voice so small.
“yes, sweetheart?” regulus asks, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“we need to have a funeral. like how we did for bobbi.”
regulus blinks. bobbi, harry’s goldfish, had died three days after james brought him home, leaving the two of them to explain the complicated matter of death to their three and a half year old. so harry had a vague idea of the concept and of funerals, though his only exposure has been the meager ceremony they’d patched together and held in their garden. sirius had given a speech and peter had cried.
“what? why?” regulus demands, scanning his son’s face. his bottom lip pokes out as his eyes fill with tears yet again.
“b-because i think i killed hippo,” he wails. “i-i threw up all over him— a-and ron said that throw up is like— like how supervillains spit out the acid and k-kill the good guys—“
regulus closes his eyes briefly, exhaling in relief. he makes a mental note to tell james to cool it on the superhero movies for a while— clearly it’s getting into harry’s head.
“no baby, hippo is fine. he just needs to go for a swim in the wash, and then he’ll come out as good as new.”
harry peels his head back from regulus’ chest, blinking up at home hopefully. “really?”
“really. i bet daddy has already put him in. shall we go check on him just to be sure?”
“yes, please,” harry says, politely. oddly, it makes regulus think of his mother, of how she had demanded her boys to be polite above all else, even in the face of abuse and neglect. james and regulus had done absolutely everything differently, and harry still turned out to be the sweetest boy on the planet. walburga can fucking suck it.
pushing aside the thoughts of his mother, regulus rises with harry still perched on his hip. they walk back upstairs, peeking their heads into the laundry room to find james, metaphorical sleeves rolled up as he hums to himself, rummaging through their linens. regulus truly married the only person in the world who can sing while cleaning up vomit at 3 in the morning.
james turns and smiles at them in the doorway. “my boys!” he says cheerfully, crossing the room to give harry a smooch on the head.
“he’s worried about hippo, darling,” regulus explains. “can you show him how he’s just gone for a dip in the wash?”
“who, hippo?” james asks. “oh he’s great. you know what he told me haz?” he leans forward as if confiding a secret, “he told me he’s been wanting a bubble bath for sooo long and he’s sooo happy he finally got the chance. he even said to tell you thank you!”
harry giggles. “no he didn’t. he doesn’t talk.”
james gasps. “well he certainly talks to me, harry. we’re the best of friends.”
“i thought papa was your best friend,” harry says and james’ face melts into the gentlest smile.
“that’s true, too. it’s a tie between hippo and papa.”
regulus rolls his eyes as harry laughs. they go over and stand in front of the washer. the top is clear, so harry can see all his stuffies (including hippo) swirl around in the sudsy water. after several moments of watching them spin, james nudges regulus, inclining his head towards harry.
regulus looks down to see their baby’s eyes closed, head heavy, cheek squished against his chest.
“his bed has fresh sheets,” james whispers but regulus isn’t quite ready to let him go. he looks up at james with a pleading face.
james, try as he might, has never excelled at being the hardass parent. so when regulus takes their son back into their bedroom, depositing him under the covers between the two of them, james just smiles and shakes his head. they climb into bed and turn towards harry, two parenthesis enclosing the small shape of their son, cradling him and keeping him safe.
regulus sleeps long and deep, one hand laced with his husband’s, the other resting on his son’s dark head.
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coldemergency · 9 months
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Harry made a deal with Voldemort and anyone he considers family is off limits. So Harry has started going around calling everyone his son.
He walks up to Neville and shouts “You’re now my son. You hear that world? THIS IS MY BOY RIGHT HERE! MY LITTLE MANDRAKE BABY.” Then he walks away and Neville just nods to himself because Harry does odd things sometimes.
Later Harry is running down the halls at Hogwarts and practically throws himself into Luna Lovegood. Harry announces “You are my son now, and I’m very proud of you.” Before kissing her gently on the top of her head and running away again. Luna waves her hand, offering an airy “goodbye father” as he disappears downs the hall.
In the great hall later you can hear Draco Malfoy shouting “No, Potter! Stay away, don’t do it! NooooOOOOOOO!” The rest of the term Harry calls Draco his little dragon and praises him for his amazing intellect and school grades.
Harry and Snape have a glaring contest, Snape is practically daring Harry to do it with his eyes.
Dumbledore calls Harry “my boy” and Harry does the old reverse uno card and Dumbledore nods, eyes twinkling as Harry corrects him stating “You’re my boy now!”
Harry won’t stop, and he’s claiming so many people as his sons that the students in the lower years have started referring to him as Papa Harry.
It’s become a weird cult thing in the media because of Rita Skeeter, and people have begun sending Harry mail asking to be his son and Harry just sits there, so proud of himself.
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daddiesdrarryy · 2 years
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Harry: I know we haven’t gotten to know each other for a long time, Draco, but ever since you let me eat your chocolate frogs, I’ve fallen in love with you. Will you marry me?
Draco: Yes, yes, I will!
Lucius: Are you serious? You two are eleven! You haven’t even got on the train yet! You need to go to Hogwarts now!
James: Shut up, Malfoy, they’re engaged! Give me a smile, you two! This picture is going to be framed! Do you want a copy?
Lucius: ...
Lucius: ...yeah
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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 5 months
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Can we imagine James and Lily actually practicing parenting while they were Head Boy and Head Girl at school? I like to imagine they were mother and father figures to the other students, especially the Gryffindors and most especially the first and second years.
Just imagine Lily being a authority figure but not that strict, allowing certain stuff now and then. And being ideal to give advice. I imagine younger girls telling Lily about their crushes because she is a good listener and a hopeful romantic. I imagine her being so good at comforting people when they are sad or crying. She really knows what to say to make them feel better. And even if Lily is having a bad day or she is stressed, she would always put an smile and try to help others.
She takes this job seriously. She is constantly finding ways to make the students more comfortable and have a better life at school. I mean these are all kids full of hormones that have no parents around. So they need guidance.
And James... James is absolutely the cool funny dad. He makes friends with a lot of younger students. They like to play pranks on him and viceversa. He allows mischief more than Lily and is definitely making sure everyone is having fun or at least smiling. I imagine him calling younger girls "darling", and younger boys "little mate" and rubbing their hair a lot. I imagine him lending his expensive Rugby equipment and his expensive video game consoles to other students around Gryffindor.
And his favorite students, are a group of second year boys who do mischief like pros, who he thinks can be the successors of the Marauders when they leave school. He is constantly helping them out and they consider him a hero. (The other Marauders help too).
He is constantly high-fiving everyone around, just filling the room with good mood. But when he needs to be serious or strict, and set some boundaries, he has no problem with that. Everyone listens when he speaks. He gives the best speeches. He is a natural leader and people follow him around.
And also, at first, all the students tease James and Lily as a potential good couple. They call them "Mr. and Mrs. Potter". Or straight up consider them their parents. And Lily is constantly blushing because she actually fancies James but is not ready to admit it. And James just beams and says: "I wish" with a wink. Which makes everyone ooh and cheer for them, which makes Lily blush even more. Until they start dating and it is pretty obvious for everyone. They are just the perfect couple.
And they are exact the same with Harry in the future. The best parents in the world. Harry is a lucky kid. (And they don't die in my universe, of course).
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l0nelylibra · 2 years
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𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝐶
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TW: very brief mention of ED 
masterlist
he´s lactose intollerant
idk why he just gives me that vibe
also he literally does not care/ forgets it all the time
blames his friends for not stopping him when he gets a tummy ache after
“Why didn´t you stop meee”
“Well i tried but you-”
“WELL YOU DIDNT TRY ENOUGH”
early bird (5am type shit) 
and his dorm mates hate him for it
loves quidditch with his whole heart but hates any other type of athletics (except for jogging maybe)
his love language is quality time and physical touch
james always had his parents full attention and love so he´d seek that a lot in his partner
goes absolutely feral if he hasn´t seen his partner in a while
gives amazing hugs 
(especially after long time of not seeing each other)
“Jamie you´re suffocating me”
“I missed you so much”
“We were only apart for 4 hours”
“ONLY?!”
would DIE if anybody gave him the silent treatment after an argument
scared of needles
we all know sirius has tatoos and i feel like james would find them so cool but would absolutely shit his pants at the thought of getting any himself for that exact reason
(ik literally EVERYONE says this but i just agree 100%) 
he´s the mom friend
you didn´t drink enough water? he got you
you´re not feeling well? he got you 
you need someone to vent to? he got you.
goes full confidence (it´s almost annoying) on the outside but secretly needs lots of reassurance and gets insecure easily
this is kinda sad but i feel like james had some struggles with food and his body for some time
he just compares himself a lot i mean he´s always been perfect in his parents eyes but now they aren´t at hogwarts with him and there´s so many people around him who he feels are better than him
cries when he gets angry
can´t stay pissed at his friends for more than 2 minutes
isn´t really into books simply cause he can´t stay focused on one topic
is the type of person to read one page and forget everything on it when he reaches the end (very adhd like)
but really enjoys listening to people remus talk about the storyline of a book because for some reason he can focus better that way and it often calmes him down 
especially after a hard day
would never admit it for the life of him but he gets really homesick the first week at hogwarts
he´s a flirt but if he´s serious with somebody he only has eyes for them
best dad in the world
is the kind of dad who picks up their child at school early for their “doctors appointment” but really gets food with them somewhere instead
“don´t tell your mom”
talking about mom...
mommy kink (shocker)
loves boobs but not just in a sexual way 
he loves laying his heads on them 
thinks they´re really comfy
loves having late night convos with his SO but falls asleep halfway in
“i could stay up the whole night talking or just listening to you that´s how much i love you”
he fell asleep 3 minutes after saying that
modern!james would def be the guy who makes you a spotify playlist
i need a james in my life
in heated situations he´s usually to one who tries to calm everyone down
but when he´s by himself..oh boy
he freaks out so badly and so SO easily
i need to stop now before i write an entire essay on this man but GOD i love him
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scorbuslove · 6 months
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Malfoy Monday! West End Year 6, Adam Wadsworth & James Howard!
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impishtubist · 1 year
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Prongsfoot got together because Harry had one (1) class with Professor Black in his first year and immediately went “this man is going to be my second dad” and proceeded to get in trouble in Charms as much as humanly possible so that James would have to have constant meetings with Professor Black and whoops they’re dating by the end of the school year.
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nikolai-alexi · 25 days
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watched a tiktok about james mf potter going to a party wearing a crop top with a bellybutton piercing and sparkly highlighter and my heartbeat spiked on the monitor enough that a nurse had to come and check on me 💀
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noorsheikh · 27 days
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babes wake up a new chapter of stockholm syndrome just dropped
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no-context-nonsense · 1 month
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Did we cry less this week? I think we cried less this week.
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rewritingcanon · 2 months
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lily rating the five star meal albus cooked for the family after licking that shit off the plate:
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padfootastic · 2 years
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i keep thinking of prongsfoot grandparents.
james is overjoyed to hold a baby in his arms again. he tries to get harry to leave the kids with him as often as possible, to the point that harry’s like ‘dad, can we borrow our child for a sec pls? just to remind them who gave birth here’ and james just has this huge pout and a put-upon sigh like ‘yeah fine, i guess’
and sirius is like the extremely overindulgent grandfather (he’s still called papa in this universe btw. james is gramps) who’ll buy out entire stores if his grandkid so much as thought out about it. harry’s just like ‘seriously? u did not have to rent out an entire theme park for my five year old. she won’t even remember this.’ ‘sirius i don’t want them to grow up as spoilt brats’ and he’s just like ‘chill. u turned out fine’
and because they’re like, super young, right? u have the classic trope of j&s in public, someone going ‘oh your kids are so cute!’ and them going haha no while lilylu screams ‘gramps!’ in the bg.
(also o k listen. prongsfoot as silver fox babes???) (harry already knows the pain of having people around him fantasise about his extremely hot dads but now his kids have to go through round 2 of their friends doing the same w their grandfathers)
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modern-day-tragedy · 9 months
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i wanted to rant about this on twitter, but it feels easier to just dump it all here
but like, do you ever get stuck thinking about james as a dad? because i do, and it breaks my heart that he never got to be a dad
i can imagine him making harry laught by tickling him, always carrying him in his arms until someone makes a comment how the kid only falls asleep that easily in james' arms and the man would fucking beam.
he would definitely sneak off with harry when lily isn't watching, not to do anything crazy (not all the time, at least) - he just wants to be with harry and talk to him and tell him he loves him.
having james as a dad would mean hearing you are loved every day, all the times, cause he would want to make sure that harry never doubts his love for one second.
so yeah, james potter as a dad is beautiful.
(would i like a dad like james? fuck yeah.)
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scorbuslove · 3 months
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I've been negligent in posting for Malfoy Monday! Sorry, Scorbus supporters, life has gotten away with me but I am back!
West End Year 2 - Scorpius (Samuel Blenkin - who recently was in the episode "Loch Henry" of the last season of Black Mirror - Very disturbing. Watch with care)
Draco (James Howard, who played Draco from the first year through year 6!)
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