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xjustakay · 2 months

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✺ (3/10) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: sugar — 1,146 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; when the five year old is on a sugar high)

Immediately upon getting home from his meeting, Regulus is aware that things have not gone to plan. James was meant to pick up Harry from his mums’, and the two of them were supposed to decide on dinner and their entertainment for the evening. They usually have a movie night together, the three of them, when Harry first comes back to theirs again, but it seems his husband and his son had other plans upon coming home.

Because they’re out in the backyard on the trampoline.

Regulus hears Harry’s loud laughter carrying from the back screen before he even has to check. Setting his keys aside, he makes his way to the door to the backyard. He stands there inside for a moment, helplessly fond as he watches where Harry sits cross-legged, looking up at James, waiting.

James bounces gently in place a short distance from where the five year old sits before launching himself to land on his feet closer beside him. It flings Harry a few inches off the trampoline’s surface, his little limbs flailing as he shrieks excitedly. He flops flat onto his back afterward, lost in a string of giggles that ends up turning into ‘again, again, again!’

Two peas in a pod, James laughs with him, then reaches with both hands to tow Harry back up in his previous position. Before James can properly send him bouncing as he had moments prior, both of their heads whip in the direction of the sliding screen door when Regulus opens it to step outside.

“Papa!” Harry smiles widely, waving over at him with both hands. “Papa, watch this! Daddy can make me fly.”

“Oh, he can, can he?” Regulus smirks, coming off the patio onto the grass near the trampoline.

Harry nods and looks up at James. “Show him, daddy.”

Despite the fact that he’d just witnessed it moments ago before joining them, Regulus plays along, pretending to be awed by the way James jumps and causes Harry to bounce up off the trampoline. Again, Harry giggles for several seconds, cheeks rosy and smile unrelenting as he rolls from being flopped on his back onto his belly.

“You gotta try it, papa,” Harry tells him. “Daddy’s been doing it for ages now and it’s so fun every time.”

Regulus chuckles with a slow shake of his head. “Where’s all this energy coming from, I wonder?”

“Cookies!” Harry answers immediately, squirming up onto his knees.

One dark brow arches, Regulus’ eyes shifting to James who has the decency to look momentarily sheepish under the questioning look.

“Cookies before dinner?” He asks pointedly.

“I can explain,” James starts.

“Mama was making a whole bunch of them and mum sent me here with a big plate to share with you and daddy,” Harry explains for him.

“So, really, that look should be reserved for Pandora and Lily, my love,” James chimes in.

Regulus smiles tightly, head cocking to the side. “I’m sure you’d prefer that.”

James grimaces faintly and clambers off the trampoline, out through the zip-up mesh opening that keeps the edges screened in, to come to Regulus’ side. A large hand falls at his waist, Regulus still managing to look sternly up at him even when James leans down to kiss his cheek. He clearly has been humoring their son for a while, because he’s flushed and a little sweaty, slightly out of breath and so warm at Regulus’ side.

“You know how hard it is to get him to settle down when he’s had too much sugar,” Regulus points out.

“I know, I’m sorry.” James smooths his hand along his lower back in a continuous motion.

Regulus hums, gaze drifting to where Harry half-runs, half-bounces around the full circle of the trampoline. “How many did you let him have?”

“Just one, I swear.” James follows his line of sight, stepping even nearer to him to curl his arm around his waist. “But he did mention that Pandora had been letting him help in the kitchen, and you know that means—”

“Licking all the spoons.”

“And handfuls of chocolate chips. Ah, and some of them are frosted, even, so uh… icing taste tests, too.”

“Great.” Regulus shakes his head. “This has to be some kind of payback for when we brought him and Luna back to theirs after all that cake and candy at Ron’s birthday party.”

James chuckles and squeezes gently at his side. “He’ll crash soon enough, surely.”

“I assumed that’s why you brought him out here in the first place,” Regulus says.

“It was either that, or his suggestion to build a pillow fort pirate ship in the living room. I felt this was less jarring for you to come home to.”

Regulus watches as Harry does a quick somersault only to spring back to his feet, bounce twice in place, and purposely land on his bum with another bounce. He laughs breathlessly, adjusting glasses knocked askew by the impact, and Regulus can’t help but huff a quiet laugh of his own. Hopped up on sugar as he may be, Harry’s joy is never a thing Regulus takes for granted. Even in the silliest of moments —if not especially then.

“You’re going to sleep like babies tonight,” Regulus comments.

“Probably true.”

“After a solid bath time because you’re both so gross right now.”

James snorts, giving a tilted nod of his head in agreement. “Fair.”

“Have to figure out dinner still, too.”

“We could order a pizza to make things easy?” James suggests. When Regulus nods in reply, he nods, too. “I can stay out here and help him run off some more of the sugar high if you want to go ring it in?”

“No, I’ll watch him. You go inside and get yourself some water before you pass out or something,” Regulus teases.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m in excellent shape,” James scoffs. Lower, just for him, he murmurs, “A fact you’re very well aware of, my love.”

He punctuates the playful remark by nipping gently at the edge of Regulus’ jaw. Regulus bats him away, lips twitching upward in a smile that couldn’t be held back even if he tried.

“Heathen,” He mutters.

“That’s me. Your heathen husband.” James smacks an overdramatic kiss to Regulus’ cheek this time before separating.

Harry hops up closer to the trampoline’s edge, hands braced carefully on the outside net to ask, “What’s a heathen, papa?”

Regulus hears James laugh loudly behind him on his way inside.

He shakes his head, grinning fondly as he looks back at Harry. “Don’t worry about that, darling. Why don’t you show me how your cartwheels are coming, hm?”

Harry brightens immediately, nodding and leaping backward. “Okay! Make sure you’re watching the whole time!”

Nothing else in the world seems more worth Regulus’ time than watching their boy be so happy. Riled up on sugar or otherwise.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy dads feels never let me down #also brought to you by my 5 y/o niece being so easily amused/distracted by the simplest of things when she’s hyper #+ also how i joke about winding her up on sugar before taking her back to her mom lmao #anyway #love jeggy and baby harry sooo much #sweet little silly loving family<3 #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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xjustakay · 1 month

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✺ (3/27) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: birthday — 1,009 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; sugary waffles and a very happy birthday for the world’s greatest dad —love, harry and regulus)

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet, darling,” Regulus whispers, shooting Harry an amused look.

Harry cups both hands around his mouth, whispers between them, “Sorry, papa.”

With a quiet snort, Regulus ruffles the mess of his dark hair —made even worse by the fact that they’ve only been awake and out of bed for all of thirty minutes. Getting ready for the day had been put on hold in favor of tiptoeing around the kitchen, being as quiet as humanly possible for a five year old who’s over-excited to make his dad waffles for his birthday. Regulus is under no illusion that James is actually still sleeping in their bed, but they’ll both pretend for the sake of their son.

“Should we put whipped cream on top?” Regulus suggests as he drops the fresh waffle onto a plate.

Harry nods hurriedly. “And rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry! Like a sundae!”

“Of course,” Regulus chuckles.

He follows the little boy’s giggled instruction, allowing Harry to be the one that tells him when to finally stop piling the whipped cream on (there’s more whipped cream than there is waffle, by that point). Regulus hands off the shaker of sprinkles, lets Harry take that over as well. In the middle of watching him, he notices his phone light up on the counter. Reaching for it and finding a message notification on the screen, his lips curl upward.

How bad is it?

Regulus eyes the mountain of whipped cream on top of the thick waffle on the plate. Harry has taken it upon himself to try to cover every inch of the sugar pile with rainbow sprinkles, tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration. It’s the same thing James unconsciously does while deeply focused and it warms something in Regulus’ chest to see it.

He snaps a quick, secret photo, unnoticed by the boy, and sends it off with no comment. The moving dots of a reply show up near-immediately.

Say goodbye to my abs, I guess

Regulus laughs a touch too loudly at the message, startling Harry out of his focus. With a furrowed brow, Harry lifts a hand, holding a finger to his mouth and shushing him.

“Too loud, papa,” He admonishes.

“Sorry, darling,” Regulus mutters, a grin unchanging from his face. “Maybe we’re finished with the sprinkles, yeah?”

Harry nods his head but continues shaking the container over one last section of the plate until he’s satisfied. He plops a bright red cherry on top of the colorful, sugary mess, then wide green eyes are looking up at Regulus.

“Do we have birthday candles?”

Regulus nods. “In the drawer by the sink.”

Before he can move to retrieve them, Harry scrambles off his stool and goes to do it for him. He comes scurrying back over, holding up the package for Regulus to take.

“How old is daddy now, papa?”

“He’s just turned thirty today,” Regulus answers, voice purposefully louder than moments before.

Exactly as expected, his phone buzzes with another message shortly after his voice carries from the kitchen.

Quit smiling about it

Regulus laughs quietly to himself, sends back a quick ‘never’ and tucks his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite Harry’s suggestion to try to fit all thirty candles on the melting pile of whipped cream, Regulus talks him down to just three. They’re very carefully situated and lit, Regulus balancing the plate on his palm to carry it down to the bedroom. Harry rushes ahead, feet thumping hurriedly on the hardwood before he pushes the door open.

James, bless him, is in fact pretending to be asleep still. His phone sits set aside on the nightstand, his arm tossed over his face where he’s sprawled dramatically in the center of the bed. Harry creeps around the side, tiptoeing once again and glancing back at Regulus behind him.

“Should we wake him?” Harry whispers.

James chooses that precise moment to make a loud snoring sound that send Harry clapping both little hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Regulus smiles widely, fond gaze flickering back and forth between his husband and his son. Harry looks at him expectantly once again and waits for a nod of approval before clambering up onto the bed.

He’s poised to pounce right on his father, wake him up enthusiastically, but before he’s given the chance, James jolts upright toward him with a playful roar. Harry squeals loudly, losing himself in a fit of giggles when he’s scooped into James’ arms, relentless fingers tickling at his sides.

“Papa, help!” Harry shrieks between peals of laughter.

“Papa can’t help you now,” James threatens jokingly.

Regulus snorts, shaking his head. “Okay, lit candles here, let’s settle for a minute, yeah?”

James finally gives Harry a reprieve, both of them breathless and pink in the face. Harry flops onto his back between James’ outstretched legs, the bedsheet tangled around one thick thigh and the opposite calf. James makes a ‘bring it here’ motion with his hand and Regulus steps forward, carefully perching on the side of the bed nearest to the two of them. Harry hauls himself into a sitting position, watching eagerly as Regulus holds the plate out in front of where James sits.

“You have to make a birthday wish, daddy!” Harry tells him.

“What, you’re not going to sing to me?” James replies.

“No,” Regulus says immediately, earning a loud laugh from his husband. “Blow out your candles, the whipped cream is melting.”

James sneers at him but adjusts his lopsided glasses to stare at the flickering candle flames. His hazel eyes dart to Harry in front of him, then to Regulus at his left. A wide smile stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, helpless adoration bright in his gaze.

He locks eyes with Regulus for a long moment, the two sharing a fond, knowing look. James doesn’t have to say a thing for Regulus to know what he’s thinking; what else is there to wish for, when this is what life looks like?

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #happy birthday to our favorite aries<3 #this sweet little family is all i got for today but #i love them a stupid amount :(#also i didn’t edit this even a little so if it’s a mess no it’s not ty #jeggy dads series #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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xjustakay · 4 months

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✺ (1/8) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: converse — 1,130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; going through harry’s baby things)

“Oh no.” There’s a dramatic level of pain in James’ voice —there has been all afternoon since they started this project— and Regulus sighs quietly, lips twitching at the corners. “Reg, look at these.”

Regulus finishes folding the quilt that Pandora made for Harry to leave the hospital in, sets it in its new box marked ‘keep,’ then turns to his husband.

This has been a common occurrence as they’ve undertaken this task; going through Harry’s baby things to see what they truly need to hold onto and what can be donated has been an emotional journey. Admittedly, Regulus is having a progressively difficult time keeping it together the more that they find, but he’s let James be the one to express the feelings they’re both experiencing. Loudly and repetitively.

Balanced on James’ wide palm is a pair of infant-sized Converse, so tiny it’s hard to believe they ever belonged to a person, much less that that person was the five year old that’s currently coloring at a folding table in the corner of their garage. The little shoes are red, matching a pair that James has kept consistently replaced and in his wardrobe for years.

“I can’t believe he was ever this small,” James muses, stroking one finger over the laces of one.

“I know,” Regulus sighs, bottom lip jutting out in a faint pout. Okay, it’s getting to him now. They’ve been at this for hours, they’re near done. He told himself he wasn’t going to get in his feelings about this, at least not until they’d finished, but… “I think I miss it.”

“Me too.” James reaches for his hand, tows him close to his side to curl his arm around him, both their gazes remaining fixed on the baby shoes. “Should we have another one?”

Regulus lets out a surprised sounding laugh, swinging a backhanded swat gently into James’ stomach. “We have Luna in the picture, too.”

“Also no longer a baby,” James points out. “We could definitely do it.”

“You’re forgetting an important detail.”

“What’s that?”

Regulus half-turns in the curl of James’ arm to look toward their son where Harry sits. A marker clutched just a smidge too tight in one hand, tongue poking out between his teeth in concentration. There’s smudges of different marker colors on his hands, a few pens uncapped and drying out scattered on the table top. Harry doesn’t look up until Regulus calls his name.

“Yes, papa?” He nudges his glasses up and blinks wide green eyes over at him, curious.

“How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?” Regulus asks.

Harry’s brow furrows deeply. “I already have a sister.”

Regulus gestures toward the little boy as if his point has just been made.

“Another one, then. Wouldn’t that be fun, mate?” James suggests.

Scrunching his face up further in thought, Harry tilts his head, taps the marker in his hand against his chin. Regulus huffs a quiet laugh when the pause extends for several seconds, serious thought clearly being given to this question. In the end, Harry shrugs his shoulders dramatically, keeping them held up toward his ears.

“Well, I don’t know,” He says. “Would I have to share my toys?”

“You already have to share your toys, because that’s the nice thing to do,” Regulus reminds him.

“But a baby can’t play with all of my toys. Because they’re a baby and I’m not a baby.”

“Solid logic on that, mate,” James chuckles. He moves to set the red Converse on the table between the keep and donate boxes, undecided on where they belong. “We’ll think about it, eh? Put a pin in it?”

Harry looks at them both for a long moment before nodding his head once, poking his open marker into the air like he’s physically putting a pin in the thought. Instead of returning to coloring, he drops the marker onto the table —Regulus makes a mental note to replace this pack again when it’s the fifth one left to dry out. Wiggling off his chair, Harry comes over to them, picking up the shoes James sat down.

“Were these mine?” He asks, giggling when he stuffs his fingers into one and wears it like an odd glove. “They’re so small.”

“Yeah, so were you,” Regulus hums.

“But I’m tall now. Taller than Luna and Draco, too.” Harry puts the other shoe on his opposite hand, smacking the small soles together in semblance of a clap.

“You used to match daddy when you wore those shoes as a baby, you know,” Regulus tells him, pointing at his hidden hands.

“Used to put you in them all the time when we’d go out together,” James adds, smiling fondly.

Harry looks down at the shoes, silly with his hands in them, then back up at the two of them with an unexpected frown. “How come we don’t anymore?”

Regulus turns his head, looking at James in playful accusation. “An excellent question.”

“Hey, now, don’t act like this is my fault. You were the one that encouraged him making all his own choices. He never picked the Converse himself,” James argues.

“Well, I could get some now, daddy,” Harry stresses like this is the most obvious answer. He holds up his hands, shoes on display. “‘Cause these ones are too small.”

“Should we save them for the baby, you think?” James asks him.

“So we can all match.” Harry nods at first but then cuts himself short, eyes landing on Regulus. “But papa doesn’t have any.”

“Red isn’t papa’s color,” Regulus says.

“Beg to differ.” James’ mumble earns him an elbow in the ribs, a laugh punching out of him. “We’ll get some for papa, too, just for fun.”

“And then these ones are for the baby,” Harry confirms, setting the Converse back on the table.

“Well. We’ve circled back to this very quickly,” Regulus comments, amused, shaking his head slowly.

James hums in acknowledgment, grinning triumphantly when Regulus looks at him. He leans in and leaves a kiss against his forehead, lips still pressed against the spot, breath breezing through black curls, when he tells Harry to drop the shoes into the keep box for them. Regulus watches him examine each box, fondness blooming warmth in his chest as Harry sounds out letters he recognizes to figure out which box is the right one.

They’ve all done such a good job with this perfect little boy of theirs, doing it all over again with a new baby might just make life impossibly more wonderful.

We’ll put a pin in it, Regulus thinks again.

He’ll have to wait and see when it’s truly circled back to in seriousness. He keeps it to himself that he wouldn’t mind if it was sooner rather than later.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #baby harry #except he’s a big ol five year old #i missed them #got jeggy dad feels today so here have this cute fun little time #gonna curl up into a ball over them actually i’m emo #i love them so much #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #jeggy dads series

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xjustakay · 3 months

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✺ (1/22) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: cry — 1130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; getting in trouble at school - but he’s got a real good reason, your honor)

Regulus hangs up his phone with a huff, pushing up from his desk chair to head up the hall to the living room. “James?”

“Yes, my love?” James calls back. He turns from folding laundry into piles on the sofa and frowns when he clocks the tension in Regulus’ face. “What could I have possibly done?”

“It’s not you, it’s your son,” Regulus mutters.

“My son?” James’ brows shoot upward.

“He’s your son when he gets into trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Resemble it, more like.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “I just got off the phone with Pandora. She got a call from Harry’s school about him being in principal McGonagall’s office because of an altercation with another student.”

James blinks. “They’re five, what does that even look like?”

“Well, we’ll be finding out shortly, because we have to go pick him up. Lily’s got their car and she’s at work.” Regulus shakes his head as he goes to retrieve his coat from the peg inside the front door.

“Hey, hang on.” James grabs him gently by the elbow to get him to look at him. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“He’s in the principal’s office at five years old, James.”

“That happened a time or a few when I was—” James cuts himself off when one dark eyebrow is arched at him pointedly. “Right, not helping my case. Look, it’s Harry. It’s probably just a big misunderstanding.”

James lifts both hands to grab Regulus by the jaw, towing him in to kiss his forehead a couple quick times. The corner of Regulus’ mouth ticks upward despite himself.

As it turns out, it’s not a misunderstanding.

Instead of looking guilty, Harry looks instantly defiant, arms crossed tight over his chest and chin tilted upward, when Regulus and James join him in the principal’s office.

“Have a seat.” Minerva McGonagall motions across her desk to the open chairs on either side of their son. “Harry, would you care to explain to your fathers why we’re here?”

Harry’s brow furrows as he lets out a huff. “I tackled someone in the sandbox.”

Regulus tilts his head. “Pardon?”

James cuts him a vaguely admonishing look before his focus returns to the child between them, expression softening. “What happened, mate?”

“He made Luna cry, daddy!” Harry whines. “He kept on pulling her hair and calling her Loony.”

Regulus whips toward McGonagall, glaring icily. “And where’s that boy?”

“He’s also been spoken to and picked up by his parents, mister Potter,” She tells him.

“That’s not all, either!” Harry interjects with a dramatic flail of his arms. “I went and told him he was being mean and to say sorry, but he said he was sorry to me ‘cause I have a weird family.”

“Alright, that’s not—” James’ mounting irritation gets cut off when McGonagall lifts a hand to halt him.

“Then he said his mum and dad are talking all the time about how papa’s gonna leave us all someday, and I got really mad so I tackled him and hit him.”

Oh.

Oh, that’s…

Regulus stares at Harry for a long moment, an unexpected pang in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect coming down to the school, hearing Harry’s story of what had occurred. He certainly had not assumed it had anything to do with him.

Harry is so like James, standing up for those he loves with everything he’s got. Even if it gets him into trouble.

Opening and closing his mouth twice, Regulus catches James’ eye. A small smile curls at his husband’s mouth, an odd cocktail of pride and sadness mixed in his hazel eyes. Regulus suddenly knows the feeling, complex as it is.

“I understand you were upset and looking out for your family, but you know you’re not supposed to hit people, mate,” James tells Harry.

“I know…” Harry mumbles, ducking his chin.

“If someone’s being mean, you tell a teacher, alright?”

“Yes, daddy…”

Regulus, lip pinched between his teeth, looks across the desk to find McGonagall’s eyes already on him. A strangely sympathetic look is offered to him from the older woman, but he ignores the twist it causes in his stomach.

Asks instead, “Is Luna alright?”

“I’ve spoken with her, as well, yes. Despite the issue, she said she’d like to finish her day as she usually does,” She confirms.

“Right, well, we’ll get this one home, then.” James claps his hands on his knees then pushes to stand. “So sorry, principal McGonagall.”

“Yeah, me too, sorry, principal McGonagall,” Harry mutters.

Harry shuffles off his chair to follow James on the way out of the office, Regulus grabbing his Spiderman backpack for him. He’s last to the door, which means the ‘mister Potter’ that’s called after them can only be for him. He turns with dark brows lifted, tries not to look too confused when McGonagall’s mouth twitches upward just barely.

“That’s quite the little boy you’ve got standing up for you, there,” She says.

Regulus glances back the other direction at where James and Harry are walking to the school’s main door hand in hand. His own small smile appears, throat tightening before he quietly clears it.

“Yeah, he’s really something,” He murmurs, turning back to the woman. “We’ll work on the hitting bit.”

“That’s good, yes,” She snorts, waving him off.

Regulus catches up to his family, falling into step on Harry’s other side. He makes it a point to ensure that he’s the one who helps Harry into the back of the car when they reach it. Keeps an eye on him pulling his seatbelt across himself on his booster while James settles in the driver’s seat, watching them in the rear view mirror.

Mind still reeling a bit with the turn of events, he can’t help but feel like he’s meant to say something.

“Harry, my darling, you—” Regulus twists his lips to the side as he runs a hand over Harry’s messy hair affectionately. “You know that I’m not really going anywhere, don’t you?”

“Of course, papa.” Harry nods surely. “I know you love us all too much.”

Regulus smiles faintly, nodding in return. “That’s my boy.”

He leans in to leave a kiss against the side of Harry’s head, double checks his seatbelt is secured appropriately, then closes the car door. When he drops into the passenger seat, he finds James looking over at him adoringly, a bright smile on his face. Wordlessly, he leans over the center console to press a lingering kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“Does this mean I can still have dessert after dinner tonight?” Harry asks from the back.

There’s a shared laugh between Regulus and James, two wide smiles pressed together now, before they finally separate to get on their way home.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #jegulus dads and little harry feels strike again #they’re a little family :(#there’s so much love :(#harry is the sweetest bean :(#i’m fine feeling very normal about them obviously #(sobbing into a pillow as we speak)#jeggy dads series #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics

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xjustakay · 3 months

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✺ (1/24) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: dinner — 938 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; fighting off bad dreams)

It’s hours past Harry being put to bed when Regulus hears the dragging shuffle of little feet in the hall. He frowns, glancing at the time in the corner of his computer screen. Half-past midnight. Another half hour and James would be coming to pull him away from writing to finally get some sleep.

But it’s not James who wanders into the open doorway, finding the office’s light spilling out into the hall. If Regulus were already in the bedroom, office light off, it’s less likely Harry would be taking the detour on his way there —it’s rarer now that he crawls into bed with them but not unheard of.

Harry’s glasses are crooked on his face, haphazardly thrown on to be able to see his way up the hall. A pillow line is imprinted on one pink cheek. One hand is shoved underneath his glasses to rub at a bleary eye. Sleep lingers all over him even as he wanders into Regulus’ office in his favorite pajamas —these ones look like Spiderman’s suit.

“What are you doing up?” Regulus asks gently, swiveling in his chair when Harry comes around the side of the desk.

The five year old says nothing, simply reaches for his hand to be helped up onto the chair. He curls into Regulus’ lap facing him, forehead thumping into his father’s shoulder. Regulus’ frown deepens, one hand lifting to smooth over Harry’s hair then dropping to rub soothingly up and down his back.

“Did you have a bad dream?” He checks, voice soft.

Harry nods against him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my darling.” Regulus kisses the side of his head.

“There was a big, giant snake chasing me ‘cause he wanted to eat me for dinner,” Harry mumbles.

“That does sound scary,” Regulus murmurs. “But there’s no giant snake here, don’t worry. Just me and daddy.”

Harry sniffles quietly, nuzzling further into Regulus’ chest. “Is daddy awake?”

“Think so, for now.” Regulus picks up his phone from beside his keyboard, opens his messages to text just ‘office’ to James before returning to rubbing Harry’s back. “Would you like me to take you back to bed, darling? Read another story for you?”

Another sniffle, a shake of Harry’s head against his shoulder this time. Regulus feels small fingers tugging at the soft material of his jumper, bunching it up and holding on tight. He’d been hoping to finish a solid writing stride before his husband came to tell it's time to call it a night, but there are clearly more pressing matters at hand.

James comes into the doorway, a questioning look on his face at being summoned there fading into a look of understanding when he sees Harry clinging in Regulus’ lap.

“What’s the matter?” James asks, crossing the room quickly.

Harry’s head jerks up at the sound of his father’s voice. He blinks misty green eyes over at him, sniffling.

“Bad dream,” Regulus answers for him.

James squats down beside where they sit in the chair, getting to Harry’s level. He runs a hand over the back of his hair, fingers brushing Regulus’ when his hand settles between their son’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, mate. Are you alright?”

“There was a really big snake, daddy. He wanted me to be his dinner,” Harry explains again.

“Well, you know papa and I would never let that happen,” James assures. “We’d fight the snake off and keep you safe.”

Harry’s face scrunches. “But how would you fight him?”

James glances up at Regulus, one brow arched over his glasses. “We’d uh—”

“There’s a special sword for fighting giant snakes. Daddy knows where to find it,” Regulus tells him. “It’s only for the bravest of people to find, after all.”

James’ lips twitch at the corners, his hand shifting to curl around Regulus’ fingers and squeeze. They link together afterward, a hand of each of theirs settled together on Harry’s back.

“And what about you, papa? What would you do?” Harry blinks up at him.

“Papa’s real smart, a clever and tricky one, isn’t he?” James suggests, Harry whipping back in his direction. “He’d get the snake all sorts of lost and confused so he’s distracted and away from you, and so I have time to find the sword.”

Regulus nods, smiling faintly. “A team effort.”

“And the snake wouldn’t eat one of you, either, right?” Harry checks, voice wobbling a little.

James stretches his thumb where their hands are joined, brushing back and forth comfortingly. “Of course not, mate. You know why?”

“Why?” Harry asks.

“Because nothing in the world is going to stop me and papa from taking care of you, no matter what.” James taps a finger against the tip of Harry’s nose. Hazel eyes shift up to where Regulus smiles fondly down at his husband. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“Mhm, that’s right,” Regulus confirms.

Harry glances back and forth between the two of them a couple times before he finally nods his head, a furrow slowly fading from between his brows. He lets out a quiet ‘okay’ and reaches for James’ free hand, tugging it close to his chest then hugging around his forearm. Like he does to some of his stuffed animals. He clings to James and cuddles into Regulus’ chest, pressing his cheek into his jumper.

“Can I sleep with you two in case he comes back?” He asks.

Regulus presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Sure, darling.”

James leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek first before pushing up to stand, leaving another kiss on Regulus’ cheek. “Come on then. It’s late and right about papa’s bedtime anyway.”

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #feeling a lot of jeggy dad feelings rn okay idk #s/o to the subtle chamber of secrets references lmao #i’m so emo over them and their lil family #just take me out already #anyway #i love them i love them #jeggy dads series #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics

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(10/6) prompt: pumpkin — 993 words (jegulus dads + harry; family pumpkin carving silliness) @jegulus-microfic

“Papa?” Harry’s head pops up above the overly large pumpkin in front of him as he shifts onto his knees.

Naturally, he picked one of the biggest in the patch they had taken him to. James had to carry it up on his shoulder when they left; it’s half the five year old’s height when Harry stands up. They’ve got their work cut out for them in hollowing the thing out and carving it, but as usual, neither Regulus or James could say no when Harry asked so sweetly.

“Yes, my darling?” Regulus replies, stretching his legs out where he sits on a patio chair.

James is responsible for the pumpkin insides, Regulus isn’t handling all that mess. He’ll help with the carving itself, but the gutting is all his husband. There’s a growing pile of seeds and strands on the laid out newspaper on their back patio as Harry and James continue to dig in with bare hands and scoop more out. Harry stands and throws down a fistful with a sticky slap, Regulus’ nose wrinkling faintly before green eyes land on him again.

“Can we watch the Jack and Sally movie after dinner tonight?” Harry requests.

“Again, mate?” James chuckles. “We watched that one two nights ago.”

“Well, I like that movie,” Harry huffs, almost going to put his hands on his hips before he halts, finding a seed stuck to his palm.

He flails his arm wildly, trying to shake it off. Laughing again, James catches their son carefully by the wrist and plucks it off for him, a polite ‘thank you, daddy’ leaving Harry’s mouth afterward. Fondness blooms warmly in Regulus’ chest, in the unstoppable smile his lips curl into. James looks over at where he sits, a mirrored look of loving pride on his handsome face.

“We can watch whatever you like, sweetheart,” Regulus assures.

“I want my pumpkin to look like Jack, too,” Harry says, nodding.

“We have the stencil kit for it, remember? He’ll be perfect,” James tells him, head inclining Regulus’ way. “Papa will make sure of it.”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

“And what do we do with all this stuff?” Harry thrusts an arm down at the pile of pumpkin insides, a scrunched look on his face.

“Some people make different foods with it, but we’ll just throw it away,” Regulus explains.

“Yeah, because we can’t eat pumpkin seeds. Got to be careful with those,” James adds with a mischievous grin.

Regulus rolls his eyes despite the smile remaining on his face. Oh, here we go.

“Why?” Harry questions.

“Because if you eat pumpkin seeds, then a pumpkin will grow in your belly.” James reaches out to grab Harry around the middle, dirtying his shirt with sticky hands when he tickles at his sides.

Harry lets out a squealed string of giggles as he squirms away from the playful attack. Once he’s caught his breath and put a little distance between himself and the threat of his father’s wiggling fingers, it obviously dawns on him what he’s just been told. A look of horror crosses the little boy’s face as it sinks in fully.

“Wait, what?” Harry whips toward Regulus, looking to him to confirm this worrying news.

Regulus huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “He’s joking, my darling. Don’t worry.”

“Am I?” James challenges.

He merely smirks when Regulus fixes him with a pointed stare.

“Watch, I’ll show you.” Regulus pushes up from his chair to cross the patio.

He stops at the edge of the newspapers and bends to pick up a pumpkin seed that’s not buried in strands so he doesn’t have to get his hand too dirty. James leans back on his own hands, watching him amusedly as Regulus pops the seed into his mouth. His husband is well aware of his lack of liking for most things pumpkin, as food goes. James looks far too satisfied with himself as Regulus chews slowly.

Harry gasps, bolting toward where Regulus stands and pressing both hands against his stomach. So much for staying cleaner than the two of them. Regulus should have known it was unavoidable.

“Are you okay, Papa?” Harry asks, blinking wide eyes up at him.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” Regulus answers, making it a point to cut a sideways look at James where he fails to stifle his laughter. The asshole. “Daddy was just playing with you.”

“Are you sure?” Harry pushes a little harder at Regulus’ stomach until Regulus lays his much larger hands over his.

“I’m very sure. No pumpkin, I promise.” He nods.

Harry’s hands slip out from beneath Regulus’ and fall to his hips when he swivels toward James. “That wasn’t very nice.”

It’s Regulus’ turn to laugh now. Every day Harry grows to be more and more like each of them in different ways. It’s always pleasantly surprising when it’s him that the little boy mirrors.

“No, it wasn’t,” Regulus agrees, copying Harry’s stance with his hands on his own hips. “What do you think, Harry? No dessert for him tonight?”

Harry grins with his own dangerous mischief —a perfect combination of both of his fathers with the way he stands paired with the look on his face.

“And no more Papa kisses,” He snickers.

James sits up straight, holding his hands up in defense. “Whoa now, let’s not get crazy here.”

“I agree with Harry.” Regulus snorts when James immediately scowls at him.

“This is outrageous,” James huffs. The corners of his mouth twitch upward no matter how hard he tries to look serious, to feign his offense at this joint verdict for his punishment.

They both know that’s an impossible thing for either of them to agree to anyway, but they’re experts at playing along for Harry’s sake. As it is, Regulus already battles the urge to duck down and kiss James quickly in appreciation for always being a continuous light in their lives. No matter how ridiculous he does it.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #baby harry #harry potter #hadn’t written jegulus dads in a hot minute it was time #and now i’m soft as hell #i love them an insane amount #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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prompt: final — 768 words (jegulus dads and their little birthday boy - happy birthday, harry<3) @jegulus-microfic

Before any alarm has gone off for the day, Regulus is awoken by a shift in the bed. He hears it first; the shuffling across the bedspread of little knees and hands. Then he feels the downward tug at the duvet so a small body can slip beneath it. Regulus’ eyes flutter open blearily to watch the five year old (he can’t fucking believe their boy is five today).

Harry faces James first, snuggling close to the outside of James’ shoulder where he’d shifted onto his back in sleep. He wraps himself around James’ arm and presses his face into his father’s skin for a few moments, knocking his round glasses askew. When it doesn’t get an immediate response, Harry lets out a petulant huff and flops the other direction to face Regulus.

When he sees that Regulus is awake and looking at him, he instantly smiles brightly —the gap of his missing front tooth making Regulus’ lips curl upward, too.

“Hi, papa,” Harry whispers, but it’s still a touch too loud. “Daddy’s still sleeping.”

A quick look past the child between them at his husband tells Regulus that James is actually quite awake, he’s only pretending to be asleep. The lazy grin on James’ face as he keeps his eyes shut leaves Regulus helpless to smile further.

“Well, that won’t do, will it?” He looks back at Harry. “It’s your birthday, darling, we’ve got things to do today.”

Harry widens his emerald eyes comically, nodding his head against the pillow. “Yeah, it’s my birthday.”

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Regulus murmurs.

James grunts in his false sleep and Regulus snorts when Harry jerks onto his back to look toward him worriedly. When it appears James isn’t going to open his eyes and catch him there, Harry looks back to Regulus.

He’s only a little softer this time when he whispers, “How should we do it?”

“Should we steal all the blankets?”

Harry pauses in thought, face scrunching up dramatically. It’s so painfully like his father, Regulus feels an overwhelming adoration bloom in his chest. After a beat, Harry shakes his head.

“Should we… play some music real loud?”

Harry giggles. “Like uncle Sirius does.”

Regulus rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the reminder of his idiot brother, but there’s no wiping the fond look from his face if he tried.

“Or, final offer.” He motions with his hand for Harry to scoot closer. After the five year old worms his little body nearer to Regulus’ chest, Regulus whispers behind the cover of his hand. “We could tickle him.”

With his back facing James, Harry hasn’t realized what Regulus has. He hasn’t realized that James has shifted to face them, eyes open and mischievous grin bright on his beautiful face as he sneaks up behind their son.

“Did someone say tickle him?”

Harry jolts at the sound of James’ voice, but it’s too late for him to get away from the playful attack that follows. James scoops Harry up and away, sitting up fully in order to tickle him in his lap. Harry is all thrashing legs and shrieking laughter as he does so.

Regulus is sure he’s never heard something more wonderful than these two living pieces of his heart laughing together like this.

“Papa, help me!” Harry squeals between giggles.

“Papa can’t save you now,” James teases, shooting a quick wink over his shoulder at his husband. “He knows he’ll end up tickled, too.”

“Don’t threaten me, Potter,” Regulus mutters.

“Wait!” Harry says loudly. It’s enough for James to halt so Harry can wave him closer. He’s just not a very good whisperer yet, their sweet Harry, because Regulus can hear him clearly as he tells James, “We should get papa instead.”

James looks positively ecstatic about this suggestion as he turns to look at Regulus.

Regulus, who’s already bolting from the bed with a hurried, “Don’t you fucking dare.” (swearing in front of the child be damned).

He hears the tiny smacks of Harry’s feet on the hardwood and the bounding of James behind him as he rushes from the bedroom.

There’s a light in their home brighter than any star could ever hope to be as they all chase one another around the living room. Harry gets distracted by the giant gold balloon shaped like the number five at one point, but James doesn’t relent until he’s caught Regulus around the waist.

Instead of tickling him, James presses several kisses obnoxiously all over his face until Regulus swats him away —flushed, grinning, and so gloriously happy in this little life of theirs.

#jegulus #starchaser #harry potter #baby harry #you don’t understand how soft i am rn actually #gonna scream into a pillow about it #i love them i love them i love them #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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(8/13) prompt: snow cone — 771 words (jegulus dads + harry)

Regulus sighs and runs a hand down his face, pressing over his eyes in irritation. This stupid fucking novel is going to kill him, he’s convinced. Either that or Dorcas will when he tries to plead for any possibility of an extension on his deadline again. Before he can resort to smashing his laptop to pieces on the patio table —real productive, that— he hears the familiar patter of little feet running on cement, coming up the side of the house to the backyard.

Easily, a gentle smile slips onto Regulus’ face as Harry comes into view. He hurries over to where Regulus is sitting, slurping from a paper cone in his hand. A little bit of the remaining neon green liquid in it dribbles onto Harry’s shirt and Regulus clicks his tongue.

“My darling, you’re making a bit of a mess there.”

Uncaring of trivial things like a stain right in the center of Buzz Lightyear’s face, Harry doesn’t even look down, instead grinning brightly at him as he gets closer. “Papa, look!”

Harry proceeds to hold his mouth wide open, tongue stuck all the way out for Regulus to see. It’s obvious why he’s done it in an instant; his tongue has turned the same bright green as the treat in his hand. Exhaling a laugh, Regulus shakes his head.

“Hold on, let me take a picture for your mums and Luna.” He picks up his phone from beside his laptop and turns the camera on the five year old. As soon as he’s taken it, he sends it off in the group chat he and James have with Lily and Pandora, then returns his attention to Harry.

“Luna’s at gymnastics, they won’t see it,” Harry points out.

“They can look at it after, can’t they?”

“Oh, yeah, duh.”

Regulus snorts, nothing but fondness in his gaze as his brows lift. “Now, riddle me this, if you and daddy were meant to be rollerskating round the block, how did you end up with a green tongue?”

“The ice cream truck came by us.” Harry sucks in a big breath like there’s more he wants to add, but James finally joining them in the backyard causes him to pause.

James has a package of wet wipes in hand and the partial roll of paper towels from the kitchen under his arm to get Harry cleaned up. It never ceases to amaze Regulus how attractive it is to watch James be so in his element as a father, even down to such simple details.

Still, Regulus manages to shoot him a sharp look. The unhelpable curl of his mouth makes the silent reprimand for treats before dinner entirely lacking, though.

“Sour apple snow cone did that, didn’t it, mate?” James says; Harry nodding quickly in confirmation.

“And you didn’t bring me anything, huh?” He looks back at Harry to ask.

“Daddy said you don’t like the ice cream truck because all the stuff’s too sugary,” Harry replies.

“Well.” Regulus gives a tilted nod of his head; can’t argue with that.

Harry leans his head back to look up at James expectantly when he slows to a stop beside him. Harry takes a held out wipe from him and wipes his face and hands after James takes the sticky paper cone from him.

Once he’s finished, James nods in Regulus’ direction in some wordless communication with Harry. He must understand immediately, because then there’s a mirrored playfulness on both of their faces when Harry swivels back to Regulus again, bouncing excitedly on his feet.

It’s half-giggled, wholly proud of himself as Harry announces, “Also, he said you’re sweet enough without it.”

A surprised laugh slips out, Regulus shaking his head as he looks incredulously at James. “Did you just use our son to flirt with me?”

“That depends.” He smirks, wagging a finger at him.

James sets the trash collected from Harry on the table’s edge, then wipes off his own hands. Harry, now cleaned up, has bolted to the trampoline in the corner of the yard, his job here clearly done.

“And what, pray tell, does it depend on?” Regulus asks, leaning back in his seat to gaze up at his husband.

James moves in front of where Regulus sits, nudging his knees apart gently to stand as close as possible. Both of his hands lift, cradling Regulus’ jaw between his warm palms and staring down at him adoringly.

Brushing a thumb over his cheek, James wrinkles his nose subtly. “Did it work?”

Regulus’ responding laugh ends up muffled into the kiss that James leans down to press to his lips.

#jegulus #starchaser #baby harry #somehow screaming and giggling at the same time over this one #they make me so happy #love them so so much #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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(8/10) prompt: rain — 752 words (jegulus dads + harry; rainy day shenanigans)

After putting the vacuum away in the hall closet, Regulus returns to the living room to find Harry propped up on his knees on the sofa. His little chin’s hooked over the back of it to stare out the wide window into the front yard. The weather doesn’t allow for him to go out today, rain bucketing down and turning their large front lawn into a bit of a marshland of puddles.

Realizing he’s rejoined him, Harry turns to look at him. “Papa?”

“Yes, my darling?”

“If rain is only water, then how come I can’t play outside when it rains?” He asks.

“That is an excellent question, dear Harry.” James reenters the living room just in time, a laundry basket at his hip that he sets down beside the coffee table. “I think playing in the rain every now and again should definitely be allowed.”

James grins knowingly when Regulus narrows his eyes at him and folds his arms across his chest. “And when you both have a cold after the fact, who’s meant to take care of you?”

“Papa, because he loves us so, obviously.” James looks at Harry, who nods his eager agreement.

“Mm, I’ll take care of Harry.” Regulus tilts his head then sucks his teeth. “You, though… Your idea, your suffering.”

It’s a lie and they both know it well, but his husband plays along anyway.

“Well, that’s not very nice, is it?”

“You didn’t marry me for nice.”

James breathes out a laugh, a look of overwhelming affection in his hazel eyes as he steps nearer. He slides his hand along Regulus’ lower back to curl around his opposite hip and tow him close to his chest. James kisses the side of his head, his temple, his cheek, and Regulus finally concedes with an unhelpable smile curling at his lips. He turns his head to surprise James with a kiss on the mouth, one hand lifting to grasp a fistful of the front of his sweatshirt.

“Fine,” He mumbles against him, brushing their noses together after inching back. “Go play.”

“Wait, really?” Harry squeals, leaping off the sofa to his feet.

James, hilariously, also looks surprised. “Yeah, really?”

“Just for a little while.” Regulus nods, smiling gently down at Harry when he bounces in his excitement. “Go get your rain boots and your jacket, darling. Daddy will go out with you.”

James squints at him, but there’s a smile still curled at his lips. Harry doesn’t need to be told twice, rushing down the hall to his room to get his things from his closet.

“Will you not be joining us, love?”

Regulus lets out a sharp laugh, pushing away from James’ chest to take a step back. “Absolutely not. This was all your idea.”

“Technically it was Harry’s idea.”

“Don’t blame the five year old.” Regulus pats him twice on the cheek with a smirk. “Better go get your jacket on, baby.”

James turns his head to nip playfully at his fingers before he drops his hand with a huffed chuckle.

Regulus ends up helping Harry get his clashing bright yellow rain jacket and Spider-Man rain boots on as James goes to change appropriately. Before his father’s even right behind him to join, Harry’s bolted out the front door into the steady downpour. He laughs, soaking wet in seconds, and spins around with his little arms stretched out from his sides. Regulus and James watch from the shelter of the porch, laughing quietly.

“Sure you don’t want to come jump in some puddles?” James asks, playful in the way Regulus has nearly always known him to be.

He shakes his head, fond gaze lingering on Harry a moment longer before turning to his husband. “I’ll have towels and hot chocolate waiting.”

“Ah, see, that’s why we keep you around.” James laughs when the comment earns him a swat to the shoulder. He takes it in stride, leaning down to kiss Regulus slowly; two smiles pressed together.

Then he’s off down the porch steps, joining Harry out in the rain. Regulus watches the two of them for a minute as they run around and kick puddles at each other, all hysterical laughter and joking jabs. There’s an unwavering smile on Regulus’ face as he stays planted where he stands instead of returning inside, not wanting to look away and miss a moment of their joy.

The weather may not be the brightest, but his own world’s certainly alight —as it always is, with these two in it.

#jegulus #starchaser #baby harry #can you tell i’ve got a soft spot for jegulus dads and harry rn #i love them a totally normal amount #(crying over them actually)#kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #edit: fucked up the date originally lmao #jeggy dads series

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(8/28+29) prompt: injury + walk — 1075 words (jegulus dads + harry; cheering their boy up)

Regulus glances up from his laptop screen the moment James walks into the office with a plate in hand. He hadn’t realized that it was already lunch time, wrapped up in finishing the section of writing he’s been working to finish. James sets the plate on the desk’s edge —a mix of fruits in a bowl beside a grilled cheese sandwich sliced in half. He slides a hand back and forth along Regulus’ shoulders and kisses at the top of his head, eyeing the laptop curiously.

“How’s it going in here?”

“Just finished with this bit, I think. Should probably take a break.” Regulus shrugs loosely. He leans his head back against the desk chair to look up, brow furrowed. “How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s miserable,” James huffs a laugh, the sadness behind his faint smile apparent.

Humming shortly, Regulus pops a sliced piece of strawberry into his mouth and looks toward the open office door.

Poor little Harry had a bad fall while roller skating the other day. He’d taken the injury in stride initially —a bright red cast on his broken wrist getting to be signed and doodled on by all his loved ones made the situation lighter temporarily. Today, however, the Weasleys took all their kids to the community pool and Harry wasn’t able to go along, upon strict orders not to get his cast wet.

“I told him we could go to the pool anyway if he really wanted, but that he’d have to sit on the chairs and not go in the water,” James says.

“I imagine he didn’t like that.”

“Would you if you were five years old and all your friends were swimming without you?”

With a tilted nod of his head, Regulus stands from his seat and scoops up his plate. James looks at him in question, but he merely indicates his husband follow him out of the office. Harry sits at the dining table, ripping the uneaten crusts of his own grilled cheese into little bits. He doesn’t look up until Regulus is sitting with him, James taking the seat on his other side.

“Did you write a lot of words, papa?” Harry asks.

Regulus can’t help but smile fondly at their son. “I did what I needed to, yes. So I thought I’d join my favorite boy for lunch, is that alright?”

“‘Course.” Harry nods and returns to tearing apart the remnants of his lunch.

James exchanges a look with Regulus across the table, dark brows lifted over his glasses. For a couple minutes, it’s quiet between the three of them, Regulus eating his lunch slowly. Harry ends up telling James that he’s finished when there’s not much crust left to destroy and James takes his plate off to the kitchen, ruffling Harry’s hair as he passes. Immediately, Harry sinks down in his chair with a sigh much too long-suffering for only a five year old.

“Do you want to go for a walk when I’m finished eating, Harry?” Regulus offers.

He shakes his head, glaring down at the cast on his arm. “I want to go swimming.”

“I know, my darling, but we can’t do that right now, I’m sorry.” Regulus notices the gleam of pooling tears in the little boy’s green eyes and he acts quickly. “What if we play a game here, instead? You, me, and daddy?”

That seems to catch Harry’s interest, because he sniffles and quickly looks up at him, shining eyes wide. “A game?”

“Could pick a board game from the hall closet, or we could play a little in the backyard as long as we’re careful.”

“Oooh, did I hear something about a game?” James grins, returning to join them. He comes up behind Harry’s chair, settling both hands on his small shoulders, hazel eyes widening playfully when Harry tilts his head back to look at him upside-down. “What are we playing, my love?”

Regulus watches Harry scrunch his face in thought; the deep furrow of his brow over his glasses all James, the sideways twist of his lips all Lily. He’s the loveliest thing Regulus has ever seen, this boy they all adore so very much.

After a few long moments of deliberation, Harry abruptly sits up straight, grabbing onto the edge of the table in his excitement. “What about ‘the floor is lava?’”

Both Harry and James turn to Regulus —hopeful and knowing, respectively. It’s one of the games that he bows out of most frequently, allowing James and Harry to be rowdy and loud on their own, typically while he’s busy elsewhere. All of about ten seconds under the puppy dog eyes their son gives him, and Regulus is caving. He swallows down his bite of food, the corner of his mouth ticking upward, unhelpable.

“Alright, we’ll play ‘the floor is lava,’” He concedes.

“Yes!” Harry’s up from his chair in record time, bounding into the living room already to start removing pillows and cushions from their seating to use as stepping stones along the floor.

“Don’t do the big sofa ones by yourself,” Regulus calls after him, just to be safe.

“I know, papa!”

James’ grin is unrelenting where he stays behind the now-empty chair, looking at Regulus with the sort of affection that occasionally still manages to stunt him to this day. “And you say I’m the pushover.”

Regulus scoffs, one arm thrusting across the table in the direction of the living room. “Did you see how sad he looked, James?”

“Of course I saw how sad he looked.” James shakes his head, chuckling. “Now he looks like it’s Christmas morning, though, and that was all you, love.”

Regulus hums with a warm smile of his own, finishing off the last of what he’s eating. He gets up to step closely beside his husband and James’ hand finds the small of his back instantly, towing him nearer when Regulus presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

“You’re the one resetting the living room after this.” It’s mumbled right against James’ cheek, he can feel the stretch of his smile widening just as much as seeing it.

He leaves a second hurried kiss at the edge of James’ mouth before separating from him to take care of his lunch plate. Behind him, James purposefully lets out a petulant groan, dramatic as always.

“You’re lucky I love you,” James calls jokingly after him.

Regulus laughs softly to himself at the sink. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

#jegulus #baby harry #i combined both bc i missed yesterday's ok #anyway i want to cry i love them SO MUCH #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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(8/4) prompt: sweet — 593 words (jegulus dads + harry; cute little family outing)

“Harry, not too far ahead!” Regulus calls over the bustle of the shopping mall’s crowd.

James chuckles at his side, tightening the arm over his shoulders to pull Regulus closer to his side. “I can still see him, he’s alright, love.”

Harry circles back anyway, jerks to a stop a foot ahead of his dads, then starts walking backwards in front of them.

“Can we go to that shop with all the different candy bins?” He asks, green eyes shining delightedly at the prospect.

Regulus quirks a brow. “I thought you wanted ice cream?”

“I do!” Harry insists, nodding instantly. “But could we just go look at the candy?”

“Big brain idea, that,” James jokes. Regulus pinches his side but it only seems to merit a loud laugh from his husband.

“Darling, remember what happened last time you wanted to just look at the candy?” Regulus looks pointedly at their son.

“Yeah, daddy got me a bag of sour gummy worms when you went to get your coffees.”

Regulus’ head whips to his right, glare landing on James just in time to catch the way he winces.

“Mate, that was a secret, I said.” James shakes his head, laughing despite the trouble he’s in.

“Oh.” Harry’s brow furrows over his glasses. “I forgot.”

“Unbelievable,” Regulus grumbles, squirming out from beneath James’ arm around him.

He ignores James’ affronted noise at being abandoned and instead hurries ahead to step up beside Harry. Regulus holds one hand out for the boy and, with a beaming smile just like his father’s, Harry turns to face forward and clasp Regulus’ hand with his much smaller one.

James comes up on Harry’s other side and Harry copies Regulus before him, outstretching his free hand toward his father. Regulus and James exchange an unhelpable fond look as he takes his hand and swings his little arm in the air.

“No contraband candy today, promise,” James vows.

“What’s a conta-band?” Harry questions.

Regulus snorts, but waves the question off. “You’ll have to pick one or the other, darling. Candy or ice cream?”

“But I like them both, papa,” Harry whines, head dropping backward dramatically.

“Honestly, what are we going to do with that sweet tooth of yours?” Regulus jests, giving his hand a gentle shake.

Harry tilts his head curiously, not unlike a puppy. “Which one is it?”

“Sorry?” Regulus blinks down at him.

“Which one is my sweet tooth?” He asks, baring his teeth obviously afterward.

Regulus’ mouth opens then closes, an incredulous but still amused expression taking over his face. James, bless him, is grinning and ready with an answer when Regulus looks at him for an assist.

“It’s this one. The pointy one up top on the left.” He shows off his teeth, poking his finger into the tooth in question. Impossibly, Regulus has fallen even more in love with him in ten seconds flat.

“Ohhh!” Harry nods then takes to prodding at his own tooth with his tongue.

In the end, Harry picks out a candy he evidently cannot live without. Regulus and James share a cup of ice cream after. It goes from being passed between the two of them to ultimately being left to Harry to finish off anyway.

James presses a kiss to Regulus’ temple, his cheek, the edge of his mouth. It’s there at the corner of his lips that Regulus notices the grin on his husband’s face. Because James knows that Regulus can be just as weak for their son as he is, no matter how he tries to act otherwise.

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