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Omg when you have a second I just need a cute fluffy thing of new parents James and reader taking a bath with their new born baby. Like the sit cross cross knee to knees, one hold while the other washes their new baby 🥺💕🥺💕

"Look at her," James croons, eyes sparkling with adoration as your baby's eyes blink blearily up at him. You're getting her accustomed to the water, and you've made it just the right temperature to dip her feet in.

"Does that feel good, pumpkin?" You peer up at your daughter, watching her wriggle in the water as you hold her feet beneath the shallow water.

"She's squirming," James laughs, and you pump a tiny dollop of soap onto your palm, beginning to lather her little feet. Her nails are already growing sharp, and she moves in your hold.

"'Gotta get those piggies clean," James informs her, and you wiggle her (little) big toe to imitate the first step of 'This little piggy'.

"James," You instruct, "Hold her arms up?"

He does as he's told, giving you access to her sides as you lather her in soap. She's tiny, fragile, and constantly moving with slow, sluggish protests to the ticklish bubbles on her skin.

"Good," You croon as you rinse her of bubbles, "You're a clean baby now, sweetheart."

"Clean baby!" James parrots, voice high-pitched and sweet as he lifts her from the water, "C'mere, my little love."

He holds her against his chest, soaking through the shirt he'd stepped into the bathtub with. He doesn't care, of course, not when she curls up with her big head under his chin and yawns with her entire face.

"I'll get the towel," You stand, dripping water over the bath mat as you reach for her ladybug hooded-towel. Wrapping your baby in her bug towel means that she's in your arms now, a sweet little ladybug you cradle to your chest that James is more than happy to press kisses all over.

"My baby," He informs her, kissing her head while she watches him with sleepy eyes, "And-" He leans up to kiss your head just the same, "My baby."

for mutliverse monday!! (the best day of the week <3) maybe first mothers day as a mom with james!!! i feel like he'd be so sweet and maybe a little bit corny, buying every card/balloon/gift he saw and going maybe even too all out hahaha

You wake up to two kisses, one on each cheek, and one is only a little less sloppy than the other. Your eyes flutter open and there's two heads on either side of your own, one covered in sweet, soft little peach fuzz, and the other spouting curls that are tickling the side of your face.

"Morning, mummy," James croons, his hand firm against your daughter's back to keep her upright, "Say, 'Happy Mother's Day!'

Your baby babbles against your cheek, but it doesn't sound much like James's prompt.

"Oh," You coo sleepily, turning to scoop the girl into your arms and press a kiss to her flushed, rosy cheek, "Hi, lovebug."

The sleepy girl wriggles in your arms, happy to be in her mummy's grip again. James leans over to plant a smooch on your lips, sloppy and uncoordinated from how tired he is.

"'Made you breakfast," James informs you, "But it's a little messy, so I didn't want to give it to you in bed, just in case this one gets her little fingers into the syrup.

He pats your daughter's bum, and she peeks up at her dad through squinted, happy eyes. She giggles as she rocks against your chest, and the sound floods your heart with warmth you'd never known before becoming a mother.

"Giggly girl," You coo, craning your neck down to kiss your baby's nose. She lets out a squeal this time, she's new to her voice and she loves the sound of it. It makes you and James laugh, and he leans in to kiss a patch of skin just to the left of your nose, towards the apple of your cheek.

"Alright," You huff, sitting up with your daughter held tightly in your arms, "Should we go see what Dada made us, bug?"

She gurgles in response; you take it as a yes.

"She helped too~" James informs you, reaching over to pinch your daughter's tiny foot while you carry her out to the dining room, "I used the carrier-thing, strapped 'er to my chest while I made breakfast."

"Oh," You lean in to bump noses with your baby, "Is that right, bug? You're a chef already?"

"She was very helpful with getting syrup in my hair," James boasts, "We've got a natural."

"I'm glad you've washed her hands," You hum, just as she decides to put one on your cheek, "I don't want syrup in my hair."

The door to the kitchen is shut, but when James pushes it open, you're bombarded with nothing but pink, pink, pink set up in your little dining room off-shoot.

"Oh my god," You stiffen, baby still wriggly and giggly in your grasp. There's a balloon arch, different shades of pink all displayed proudly by the bay window, streamers hung from the ceiling, and a Happy Mother's Day banner hovering over the threshold between dining room and kitchen. Baby handprints are stamped all over the paper, and you have a sneaking suspicion that the paint flecks beneath your daughter's fingernails are somehow in correlation to them. The table is elegantly decorated with flowers and food alike, and it looks like James has prepared a spread of pancakes, waffles, potatoes, eggs, fresh fruit, whipped cream, and every other breakfast food known to man.

"The party store had a lot," James chuckles bashfully, wrapping a tender arm around your waist, "Do you like it?"

"Do I- yes!" You gush, turning to hug James while keeping your baby from being squished. She screeches happily at being caged between her parents, and you press a firm kiss to James's lips while she tugs on the collar of his shirt.

"Happy Mother's Day, love," He murmurs against your lips as you press them to his own. It means his words are muffled slightly, but you care more about kissing him than about letting him speak clearly.

"Thank you, James," You croon, bumping your nose into his, "Couldn't have found a better man to make me a mother."

too add onto ur james potter cries until he throws up

he’d randomly remember how mean he was and immediately get down on his knees and apologise

it will be five months later and he just hangs his head in shame at the thought.

James is frequently dramatic, so you initially think very little of the sigh that he heaves against the crown of your head. You're content to keep scrolling- if he wants to explain himself, he will.

"Darling?"

There it is.

"Yes, Jamie?" You ask, peering up at him from the confines of your stuffy comforter, your phone momentarily set aside.

"Remember last November when we were arguing and I tried walking out and I told you I didn't wanna see your face for at least a week?"

Now it's your turn to sigh, "Yes, Jamie."

"I'm so sorry."

"Yes, Jamie. I know you are. You've told me."

"I know, but I just- I want to make sure you know I was talking out of my ass."

"I know," You smooth your hand across the plane of his hip, digging your fingertips into the plush of his ass as he yelps, "But y'make up for it by letting me squeeze it."

"Go ahead," He grits out, muscles tense as he buries his face into your shoulder, "I deserve it. Grope away, darling, have your way with me."

You're safe to roll your eyes at the absurdity of his sacrifice because his eyes are squeezed shut.

You lay two firm pats against his pajama pants with an air of finality, "You've paid your dues, James. You took me on a cruise vacation as an apology! You don't need to feel guilty anymore."

His sappy brown eyes meet your own as he drags his face out of your shoulder, "Are you sure? 'Cause I didn't mean it."

"Agh, I know!" You gush, taking his face in your hands and mashing your nose against his, "I know, I know, I know!" You plant a kiss on his lips that echoes slightly in its intensity, "I know you're sorry and I know you didn't mean it!"

"I love your face," He laments, keeping his own stuck to yours, "I really, really do."

"I know," You feel like a broken record, repeat-repeat-repeat, "I love yours too."

"Fuck, I'm so glad. Sirius says it's my moneymaker."

"That's 'cause he's never had a fistful of your ass, Potter."

Hi I love you coworker! James series feel free to ignore if you don’t like this idea but what if Remus convinced reader to go to a karaoke bar with them and she gets a little tipsy and signs her heart out and James is just heart eyes over it

thanks for requesting <3 fem!reader

“What is that?” James asks, genuinely scornful as he points at you where you’re leaning on the bar. “Is that another margarita? Jesus Christ.” 

“You should be enjoying this.” Sirius smiles around the lip of his beer. 

“Why would I enjoy this?” 

“She’s coming out of her shell, isn’t she? You’re always calling her a priss.” 

“She is a priss, but binge drinking isn’t the same as extroversion.” 

Sirius taps their beers together. “And what are you doing tonight, James?” 

James scowls as you collect your new drink. You’ve had four or five by now and they’ve more than started to affect you, your giggling endless, your hand wrapped around the crook of Remus’ arm for balance. 

“Remus! It’s your turn, hun, get up here!” your general manager calls from the stage, a mic in her hand.

“Me!” you shout suddenly, to James’ shock and Sirius’ bright laughter. “Remus, please let me have your turn, please! I know exactly what song I want to sing.” 

Remus, who’d convinced you to come through a lot of pleading and a promise that you won’t have to sing at all if you weren’t ready, looks at you like you’ve grown horns. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes? Can I please?” 

You take his arm into your hand and you look at him with widened eyes, thumb rubbing a line that James zeroes in on, doesn’t mean to, can’t believe he’s noticed at all. He’s irked you’d even look at Remus that way. 

Because you’re annoying. Yes. Very annoying. 

You drink a good half of your Margarita and ask Remus to hold it for you before you take the steps onto the stage and chat with your general manager about what song you want to sing. You put your hands on the mic stand and prepare yourself with eyebrows pinched together, determined, even though you look a little shaky at the same time. Sirius nudges James from behind, the two of them joining Remus in the small crowd of your coworkers as the music starts. 

There are two screens for lyrics. A huge one for you, a smaller for everyone else beside you. You clutch the mic and stare resolutely at the bigger one as the melody becomes recognisable. James watches in what he thought would be smugness, but instead lays somewhere between awe and mild horror as you begin to sing.

The song is Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) by Big Head Todd & The Monsters. James loves this song, he sings it every time he has to drive Remus to cornwall. He knows every word back to front and he likes how you seem to like it too, even if you’re butchering it, and the drunken slur to your words is ridiculous. You know the chorus well enough and sing it with a beaming smile. James maybe doesn’t like you, but it’s hard not to smile when someone else is happy like that. 

“Don’t make fun of her, James! Please don’t, she’s trying her best,” Remus says at his smiling. “And she won’t come again.” 

“I’m not,” he says, not bothering to look away from you.

Your eyes scan faces and get caught on his. He can feel the moment you realise he’s watching too, see your slight falter, and then, magically, your excitement. “James! It’s Brandy! You love this song!” 

Sirius snickers at his expression. “Mate,” he says quietly, “I thought you didn’t like her?” 

“I don’t.” 

You stumble a little where you’re standing and James has to stand extremely still so as to prevent his hands from reaching out for you. “James, I didn’t take your favourite song, okay? You have to sing Don’t Stop Believin’! Oh, shit–” You don’t realise your cue to sing the chorus until it’s halfway through, but when you do find the right words, you’re extremely passionate. 

“She sounds like Melly coughing up a hairball,” James says, wrinkling his nose. 

An emotion far from disgust settles hot at the base of his neck. 

“She looks cute,” Remus says.

“Sure, if you’re blind. And deaf.” 

“Well,” Sirius says, “you do wear glasses.” 

Hi!!!! Love you btw

Could you maybe write a beefy!james where reader is also friends with the marauders and they’re all hanging out, and James and reader only recently became an official couple, and James is super affectionate with pda and pet names and reader is super flustered and shy which is totally unlike her normally (she’s very sarcastic and talkative normally but James has her a blubbering mess)

Being with James makes you feel that floaty, out of body feeling where you're not sure what to do with yourself. He's always smiling, and kissing some part of your face, or holding your hand or just holding you close, it makes your chest heat.

You're meeting his friends for drinks as he celebrates his team making it into the major leagues and you're dressed casually for the pub you're currently in-a pair of dark jean shorts and James' jersey.

James hasn't stopped touching your thighs or running his palm down your back since he's come in. He smells like turf and a bit of his usual cinnamon spiced cologne.

"I can't believe you're already wearing his shirt." Sirius says as he throws himself into the booth opposite you and James. His comment is followed up with Remus slotting himself into the booth beside him and rolling his eyes.

"She's had a jersey for years, Sirius."

You nod and go to chime in when James drops his hand to your thigh again and your breath hitches. His slighted rough palm squeezes, his thumb stroking the soft dough of your thighs with a distracted smile.

You feel your pulse pound in your throat at how casual he does it. Sparing a glance at him, you find James looking directly at his friends, not a lick of disguised teasing playing at his lips at all. That worsens the pounding in your chest.

"I think she looks lovely in it," He praises and you fluster even more, finding it more than a little difficult to make your mouth form words. Gods, you can hear the blood rushing in your ears.

Sirius rolls his eyes, "Course you do, you perv." Sirius looks to you at his joke, ready for your agreement like he's accustomed to, but you're busy sucking down the last of your vodka soda.

Remus hides a smirk as he catches on. "How does it feel to be part of the big leagues now, Jamie?" he saves you from any awkward silence with his question which you're grateful for. rr

James doesn't seem to notice the effect he's having on you, not when his hand dips between your thighs and remains there as he responds to Remus easily. "It's good, exciting. I know it's going to be a lot more hours training and a bit of a graft, but it should be exciting more than anything else."

A waiter appears with the wings and chips you and James had ordered while waiting for his friends, "Plus I've got a pretty cute cheerleader to make happy at every game so it's good motivation." James kisses the corner of your mouth as you take a chip, your entire body shivering at the contact.

"Y'okay, lovie?" he whispers, and you swear you almost pass away just then. His cologne is all you can smell, and his hand is still between your thighs and he's pressed up against you and you're really going to die because of how effortlessly attractive your boyfriend is- you just know it.

"I'm okay, Jamie. Have something to eat, baby." you say and Sirius almost chokes on how soft and lovelorn you sound.

"God they're sick." he murmurs to Remus who is very inclined to agree, especially when James just eats the chip right out of your hands.