#dad nanami

pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort

“And he gave me a flower from the playground.”

Your daughter has been going on and on, giving you all the intricate details of her newfound crush at school. Loud footsteps in the background overpower her light voice.

“Honey, I’m home,” Nanami shouts down the hall.

Before you can stand up from the couch, your daughter darts out of the room toward her dad, jumping into his arms. You join them, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Eww! Do you guys have to do that?” She crosses her tiny arms.

“Yes. I love your mom, Princess.” He looks down at you with gleaming eyes.

“Dad, how do you know when you love someone?”

Nanami drops his briefcase onto the floor and clears his throat.

“I knew I loved your mother when I realized I didn’t want to spend another day without her.” He smiles as he looks at you.

“Mom, does that mean I love Ethan?”

Nanami’s eyes shoot wide open, and he clears his throat again.

“Who is Ethan?”

Your daughter looks down, a slight red tint appearing on her cheeks.

“Ethan is my crush, Dad. I love him.”

“Princess, you’re in the first grade,” Nanami says, rubbing a hand over his face.

“So? You said that when you love someone, you don’t want to spend a day without them. I want to see Ethan every day.”

Nanami takes a deep breath.

“Honey, why don’t you go to your room and start on your homework?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Fine, Mommy.”

She runs up the stairs. By the time her bedroom door shuts, Nanami is sinking into the living room couch.

“She’s six. She doesn’t need to be worried about boys. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this until she was sixteen.” He blows out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has at least one crush in elementary school. She’ll grow out of it.” You rub his shoulders gently.

“I hope she’s still my little girl.” His eyes begin to water.

“She loves you, baby. She’ll always be your little girl. You’re all she talks about—especially when you sneak her lemonade for breakfast.”

You both let out a quiet laugh. He wraps his arm around you before resting his head against your chest.

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nanami comforts his daughter after she spills her milk pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort warnings: none word count: 366

“Daddy, can you make sure to add extra sprinkles on top of my pancakes? I want the unicorn ones.”

“Of course, Princess. Any more requests you have for me?”

“I want lemonade with my pancakes!” She crossed her little arms and knitted her eyebrows together.

“Sorry, Angel, but you know your mom has strong rules. No sugary drinks with pancakes.” Nanami gripped the pan, making sure not to burn the pancakes.

“But Mom doesn’t have to know,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Your mom knows everything.” A small giggle escaped his lips as he wiped the sweat from his brow after standing in front of the hot stove. “Listen, Princess, why don’t you grab a water bottle from the fridge?”

“I DON’T WANT WATER! IT’S NASTY, DAD!” she yelled, waving her hands dramatically.

Nanami placed the now-overcooked pancake on a plate and turned around.

“I understand. What about milk? I loved having milk with pancakes growing up.”

“Yes, milk tastes better than water.”

Before Nanami could even give her directions, she bolted to the fridge to grab the container. After setting it on the counter, she placed her small step stool in front of the cabinet and reached for her favorite princess cup to pour her milk into it.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she lifted the heavy container with both little hands.

The milk carton wobbled.

“Uh-oh…”

A second later, milk spilled across the counter.

Nanami swiftly turned around to hurry to his daughter when he spotted three tears falling from her eyes.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spill the milk.”

Nanami's heart dropped.

“Sweetheart, don’t you cry. Accidents happen, and it’s okay.”

He scooped her up in his arms.

She rested her tiny head on his shoulder. Her little hand gripped his shirt.

While he held her, he grabbed a paper towel and quickly wiped up the mess. A small wet patch soaked through his shirt.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I get lemonade since I dropped the milk?”

Nanami couldn’t say no now.

“Yes, but do not tell your mom.”

“Yay! Thanks, Dad!”

Nanami smiled down at his daughter, still in awe that she was his.

And I love those posts of girl dad Nanami but my question is how would he react with a whimsical daughter who has the most whimsy/funky style and compare it to his own style like…

Imagine Mr suit turned sorcerer with a daughter who’s like this

NOT a ship. purely dad nanami fluff. when nanami's little beautiful girl got her first period, he almost died from epileptic shock.

warnings : the whole fanfic is about a period. if you squint maybe this will trigger y'all's daddy issues idk.

nanami swore he wouldn't fall in love with his little girl the second she was born. but when he held her for the first time, he couldn't help but melt as she looked at him with those innocent big eyes. he couldn't believe he got to take her home.

as the days went on, he would continue to only love her more and more. he would do anything to see that cute smile of hers. and she knew that.

nanami's daughter used it to her advantage.

as soon as her dad was there, she was suddenly dumb and lazy and didn't know her left from her right.

and nanami? he always fell right into her trap.

pouring tea for her, buying her all the sweets she wanted, preparing her sandwiches whenever her stomach ever so grumbled.

but the first time his daughter got her period he went crazy.

got her all the candy he found in his line of sight. chocolates, cakes, chips, you name it. bought her every pad and tampon imaginable. checked in on her every 5 minutes. heating pads. pain killers. everything.

and when that little tear fell from her eye because of the cramps, he went ballistic. called every doctor. prepared every home remedy. bought anything that could help her. how could he not when his little one was crying in pain?

however, his own daughter didn't know she had loved her dad that much. she was used to her dad being the one who swooned over her.

nanami quietly pulled her head onto his chest, quietly humming and attempting to soothe her. and it worked. just a few pats on the head from her cozy, warm father and she fell asleep in a few minutes.

guess she wasn't the only one who loved him.

Omg i love Nanami sm hehehehe.

With the release of Spy x Family's third season and your adoptive son— Yuuji, being equally as obsessed with the series as you are, it was only a matter of time before you, your son, and your newest addition to the family were dressing up as the fictional family.

It was very fitting you thought, your husband was freakishly similar to Loid Forger— both of them were blonde, smart, mysterious and sexy. Perfect match! Meanwhile your son resembled Anya with his pink hair, similarity in age and of course, bubbly personality.

Naturally, you had to pose as mommy Yor to not let your son cosplay alone in his Eden College uniform. Yuuji was wearing Damian's uniform because he was going to be a genderbent Anya.

You, on the other hand, had to settle on wearing some of Yor's more loose outfits because of your protruding baby bump.

Immediately after slipping on Damian's uniform, Yuuji decided he also had suddenly gained the ability to read minds.

Shouting through the house: "Mommy! I know what you're thinking about!" and when you asked him what you were thinking about, 9 out of 10 times he would reply with: "You're thinking about daddy!"

Right on cue, the front door clicked open to reveal your husband in his work attire. Shoulders slumped, briefcase in hand and exhaustion (mixed with a bit of irritation) threaded onto his face.

He barely had time to even absorb the comfortable atmosphere of the house when Yuuji beelined for his legs and started crawling up his body with his 4 year old hands. Nanami swept him off the floor, an eyebrow lifting ever so slightly at the curious uniform your son was wearing.

Calling out from the foyer, "Honey?" you immediately turned the corner to reveal your semi-backless red off-shoulder sweater dress that Loid Forger's wife usually wore around their house.

Yuuji's voice rang too close to his father's ear: "Look! Mommy is Yor!". Then it all clicked to your very confused husband. A small chuckle escaped him as the tension from his body dissipated at the sweet sight of his family welcoming him home in such an instructing way.

Taking one look at the overly-energetic boy in his arms, he couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance his family had with the Forger one. His eyes then moved to your figure at the end of the hall.

Illuminated softly by the light coming from the living room. Your hand was resting against the top of your swollen belly, making it stand out even more underneath the red fabric.

And Nanami could swear he felt his heart stop for a second while he eyed how gorgeous you looked. You let out a shy giggle before padding over to him and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

if it’s during the ancient times i would like him to want to have more kids and convince his wife to have more.

if it’s during the modern times i would like for them to have lots of kids but we see more the general aspect of their lives (their personalities, etc.)

and i would like to see sukuna deeply in love with his wife anyway hehe.

it could be a sukuna or a silva zoldyck or a nanami or whatever PLEASE !!

tag me when written PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭🫸🏾🫷🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾