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kiwi2229 · 4 months
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Trouble with sleep
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 402 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Smile
James wakes up alone in the bed. It’s not unusual these days. Harry’s teeth just started to grow, and the little one has trouble sleeping, keeping them awake most of the night. He is indeed surprised by the silence in the house. He decides to wait for Regulus to come back but the minutes stretch out.
His curiosity makes better of him as he kicks off the blanket and sets his bare feet on the ground. He tiptoes to the child's bedroom careful not to make any noise. If he accidentally wakes Harry up Regulus will kill him just by a look.
He enters the room that's all dark and quiet. The only light is the shining fake stars on the ceiling. James looks around, but no trace of his husband. He is about to leave when he hears a very soft “James.”
He looks in the direction the voice came from. He has to focus to spot a hand waving from Harry’s crib. Regulus is lying in the crib on his side, legs curled up underneath him in a way that can’t be comfortable, sleeping Harry pressed against his chest. Thank god they bought the bigger crib.
James crouches down as he whispers. “Reggie? What are you doing?” He would have laughed at the situation, but to be honest both of them are too tired.
“He just kept crying… and I don’t know. It was the only thing I could think of.”
“Do you need help getting out?”
Regulus shakes his head. “I’m gonna stay here. It looks like he is sleeping better this way so... I just want to be near him.”
James nods and makes a quick decision. He goes back to the main bedroom to take a soft blanket for Regulus and his blanket and pillow. He hands the blanket to Regulus and sets his own on the ground right next to the crib.
“James?”
“If you are sleeping here, I’m sleeping here. We are in this together.” James says and he can see the soft tired smile that spreads across Regulus’ face full of gratitude and love. He reaches out so they can hold hands through the bars of the crib.
“Marry me,” Regulus whispers holding onto James’ hand tight.
“We are already married.” James chuckles.
“Marry me again. It’s not enough. I just…”
James sits up to kiss their intertwined fingers. “I love you too.”  
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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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empressgraytea · 21 days
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“Why does Teddy wear dresses?”
(Word count 584)
Regulus was sitting on the couch with his feet in James’s lap, a worn book in his hands. He heard the pitter patter of little feet down the stairs mixed with the pitter patter of the rain. Harry didn’t come closer though. Regulus knew sometimes when he had something on his mind, he tended to be more shy, unlike the normal energetic little six year old he loved. James and Regulus made eye contact, both knowing they could wait and Harry would come when he was ready. Regulus flipped through a few more pages before the pitter patter got louder.
“Papa?” he heard a little voice hesitantly ask. “Hey Mon Chérie, what’s up?” Regulus asked as Harry came around the. “Do you know that today Teddy wore a dress? And I know that Mrs. Loveheart told us that boys can wear dresses too but Teddy was wearing shoes with a little bit of a block underneath his foot and he was wearing sparkly glitter on his eyes and yesterday he was wearing a pair of shorts and a Cars shirt and-” “Mon ange slow down sweetheart” Regulus interrupted Harry and reached out a hand to rub his back, soothing his anxious ramble.
“Papa is Teddy a boy or a girl?” Harry finally asked, getting out what was eating away at him inside. Regulus took a deep breath and made eye contact with James, before moving his legs off of James’s lap and patting the space on the couch he made for Harry. Regulus looped his arm around Harry’s shoulder so Harry could snuggle into his chest. “Remember how your Dadda and I have told you that when I was a little kiddo just like you I realized that I was born into the body of a girl but I really felt like a boy?” Regulus asked as Harry nodded his head. “Well, Teddy is genderfluid. That means Teddy was born into a boy’s body, but sometimes doesn’t feel like a boy. Some days Teddy feels like a girl, some days Teddy feels like a boy, and some days Teddy doesn’t feel like a boy or girl at all. Does that make sense?” Harry nodded, and then asked “But how do I know when Teddy is a boy or a girl?”
Regulus responded with, “Well I like it when you say I love Papa, he is the best. Not “she” or “they.” But, Teddy’s preference for how you talk about them depends on the day, so you can just ask them when you see them. Does that make sense?” Harry nodded and then climbed out of Regulus’s lap, grabbing his hand and looking at James saying, “Yeah it’s just like how he can change his hair with his feelings. Can we get some ice cream now?” James met Regulus’s eyes and they shared a giggle that they both turned into a cough before saying, “Sure kiddo, go get some shoes and then we can go.”
Mon Cherie-my dear
Mon ange-my angel
Thank you to @my-castles-crumbling for looking this over!
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mydeadgaywizards · 6 days
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sirius and/or regulus telling a story: "when i was little..."
remus and james: *braces for the absolute worse*
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florsial · 5 months
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think think think
Regulus sneaks off to the Potters to give Sirius a secret Christmas gift and gets caught by Sirius and James who convince him to stay a bit longer, and every time Regulus is like, "I have to go" and Sirius is like, "It's Christmas Reg, cmon just a little longer, you can say that I dragged you here against your will or whatever, just stay a little for a bit longer." And Regulus, being loki helpless against his older brother, just agrees. And he begins to bond with everyone.
Eventually, Regulus accidentally stays the rest of the day and when he gets ready to finally leave, Effie is like, "Would you like to stay the night? It's quite late" and Monty just straight up says, "Would you like to stay forever?"
And that's how Regulus ran away. (Accidentally)
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theo-notts-doll · 3 months
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regulus is a short little man but when he and sirius both stop growing he is a singular inch taller than sirius and they'll fight about it for the rest of their lives that is my truth
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evyltalks · 6 months
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Prompt : baby harry with jegulus + James playing guitar for Harry
This makes my heart melt
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james-sunshine-potter · 7 months
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spiderman james au but no, and i mean no one, even suspects james to be spiderman because none of his friends he's cool enough to be spiderman.
no one even questions the fact anytime spiderman is around james isn't. no one questions his shitty excuses either.
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garlicbreadfanatic · 1 year
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Walburga Black: You are not good enough for my son, and I don't want you around him. End. Of. Story.
James: *at the door with a guitar* so why don't you give me one more-
*door is slammed in his face*
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moondustinfj · 2 months
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Sirius & Regulus:
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kiwi2229 · 10 months
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Zoo
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 368 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: cat
“Look Harry over there.” Regulus points toward a large enclosure with giraffes. He is holding his son in his arms. The boy is constantly wiggling making Regulus worried he will drop him. But Harry refuses to sit stroller and they are outside for too long for them to expect him to walk anymore. James is leaning against the handles of the stroller sipping his slushie.
“Do you see them? These are giraffes. They are the tallest on earth.” Regulus is explaining to his son without noticing that Harry is not paying attention at all.
“Papa, papa! Kitty!” Harry shrieks.
“No, it’s a giraffe.” Regulus corrects.
“Down, down.” Harry insists trying to wiggle from Regulus’ embrace. As soon as he puts him on the ground Harry starts to toddle towards the bench not even glancing back at the giraffes nor his father. The thing that caught his attention is indeed a black cat.
James laughs at Regulus’ pure disbelief. “Gently, Harry,” James calls after Harry who is now trying to pet the cat.
“But…” Regulus opens his mouth. “…there are giraffes over there…” Regulus gestures helplessly.
“He found a cat.” James holds the laughter.
“But we are at a Zoo...”
“The cat is pretty cute though.”
“The tallest animal on earth…”
“Look how happy it makes him.”
“He never saw giraffes before…”
“But he found a cat.”
Regulus turns to his husband. James is biting his lower lip in an attempt not to laugh at him. Which is truly hard since Regulus looks completely lost. In the end, they spend over an hour at the same spot with Harry petting the cat grinning widely.
“It made him happy, Reg. It doesn’t matter.” James holds him around his waist as Regulus pushes the stroller with sleeping Harry in it.
“I know. But I wanted him to learn about new animals.”
“We can watch Madagascar tomorrow,” James suggests. Regulus rolls his eyes because no it’s not the same and also, he suggested it only because it’s James’, not Harry’, but James’ favourite cartoon that he saw thousand times before. But well, his son did have a good day and Regulus is already planning another trip to Zoo to have another try.
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daddiesdrarryy · 2 years
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Sirius: Are you ready for the picnic?
Regulus: Yeah, in a minute, daddy’s taking the blanket
Sirius: Daddy?
Regulus: Oh, we call each other that so Harry’d get familiar with it. I’m papa, James is daddy
Sirius: It is still weird to hear my younger brother calling my best friend daddy
Regulus: Sirius, it’s not like that. Daddy! You got the blanket yet?
James: Yes, I got it, right here
Sirius: Look at you, Prongs, you’re all blushing
James: What? I’m not...I’m not, I’m not blushing because Reggie calls me daddy
Sirius: ...I wasn’t implying that
James: Oh, okay, good
Sirius: But I guess it’s okay, as long as you don’t call Prongs that in the bedroom *laughs*
James & Regulus: ...
Sirius: You...you don’t, right?
Regulus: Hey would you look at the time time, let’s go!
Sirius: Guys! Stop! Are you serious?
James: No, you are!
Sirius: Normally I’d laugh but how DARE you use my joke on me? Moony stop laughing! We’re married! You’re supposed to be on my side!
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marvelomadness06 · 1 year
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James: Regulus, I love-
Regulus: no.
James: what do you mean no?
Regulus: If you say that you love me, I will have to face the very complex, stupidly emotional feelings I have for you and it is far too early in the week for me to stop repressing and have an epiphany.
Remus: *nodding* makes sense.
Barty: yeah, he’s not due for an emotional breakdown over his feelings till at least Friday
Sirius: it’s just what mother always said: Yes Repress, No Stress
James: …what?
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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months
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@jegulus-microfic feb 12 - fireside - 1k words
aka teenager!Harry and jeggy dads comforting him
Regulus startles awake at the sound of the front door and blinks his eyes open to Harry standing before it, shoulders tense and a deep crease between his brows. He slips into a little more sheepish expression when he realises he’s just woken Regulus up.
James is still snoring lightly next to him, one arm thrown over his head and shirt rucked up to expose the wide happy trail over his belly.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbles, visibly gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he kicks off his converse.
“That’s okay,” Regulus responds, voice raspy from residual sleep, and he watches Harry stiffly hang his jacket and then just stare back at their front door like it personally offended him.
Regulus sniffs and detangles himself from James’ big, heavy arm half thrown around his shoulders to get up. Harry only swivels his head once Regulus comes up right behind him, plush slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor.
The hard line looks even deeper up close and Regulus’ heart clenches with it as Harry looks up at him with a stormy kind of torment in his beautiful, big eyes. He clasps his son’s neck with a palm and tugs him into motion, nodding down the hall. 
“Kitchen,” he decides and Harry nods, letting himself be guided into the adjacent room.
Regulus seats him on one of the stools at the kitchen island and tugs a few scratch cards from the mail on the counter in front of him. Harry pulls his wallet out of his jeans’ back pocket, letting it slap down on the tabletop before grabbing it again and rummaging for a fitting coin as Regulus goes to grab two mugs for them. 
He grabs Harry’s favourite—a birthday present from Ron and Hermoine engraved with a bunch of pictures of them, the handle and inside dark red—and then the curvy white one with a cat wearing sunglasses sketch art for himself. Regulus pours milk and pops them into the microwave.
When he turns Harry is furiously rubbing away on the sweepstakes, already through his third and bouncing his knee restlessly in his seat.
Regulus lets him do as he needs, watching him as he waits for the microwave to ping. He grabs the honey from the shelf, fishes for a spoon in the cutlery drawer and assembles their hot beverage once the mugs are ready to be taken out.
The spoon is clinking against the ceramic as Regulus mixes in the viscous sugar and when he turns to join his son, Harry is already standing in front of him, expression troubled, still.
His back to the kitchen light Regulus can see Harry’s eyes glassy behind his specs so he puts the mugs down on the counter again and opens his arms for Harry to step into.
His son goes immediately, slumping forward and wrapping his arms loosely around his back, forehead coming down on the top of Regulus’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. Regulus cups the back of his head, fingers scratching soothingly and the other hand driving long strokes up and down his back. His hoodie smells smoky, his hair too—he must have been at the fireside with his friends again.
“Bad evening?” Regulus mumbles into the black bird’s nest of his son’s hair.
Harry ruts his forehead against him in a nod, grunting an affirmative.
Regulus sighs, “I’m sorry about that, bug.”
There’s a sniffle, more nodding and Regulus suspects Harry is carefully choosing not to use his voice again lest it breaks.
“Want to tell me about it?”
Harry lifts his head and Regulus’ hands go to cup his cheeks. “Maybe later,” he answers with a shrug, eyes averted.
“Of course,” Regulus nods, swiping his thumbs over Harry’s temples.
“It’s just–” he breaks off with a huff and Regulus ducks his head to catch his gaze.
“Just…?”
Harry takes a deep breath, “There’s someone.” He scrunches his nose so hard is dislodges his glasses, “They’re fucking infuriating, honestly.”
“Okay,” Regulus nods. He lightly narrows his eyes, “In a feelings kind of way?”
Harry groans bitterly at that, head tipping back and eyes clamping shut. “I hate being a teenager.”
The corners of his lips tug but Regulus reigns it in quickly enough before Harry sees. He rakes his fingers through his son’s hair instead and pulls him into a fierce forehead kiss.
Harry sighs explosively and simply returns back to the embrace just when James, expression sleep bleary and hair somehow more awful than their sons, shuffles into the kitchen, scratching through the hair on his stomach. They exchange a quick glance once James blinks the situation into consciousness, noticing the violated scratch cards and probably the smell of sweetened milk in the air as well.
“I love you, baby,” Regulus mumbles in a remindful tone, arms squeezing around their son.
Harry’s hair tickles Regulus’ nose when he nods. “I know.”
James drapes himself over Harry’s back, his hands sliding along Regulus waist and down until he can comfortably hook his thumbs into the waistband of Regulus’ sweats. “Love you, Hazza,” his husband mumbles, voice firm despite the sleep clinging to it and his beard scratching against the lining of Harry’s hoodie.
Regulus kisses the crown of his head and then the side of Harry’s.
They make an additional mug for James—with double the amount of honey for his husband because that glorious dad-stomach doesn’t come from just anywhere—and then all pile on the couch, huddled close together under the throw blanket as James puts on Brooklyn99 on Netflix.
Regulus’ arm is numb in a matter of ten minutes and James is back asleep in a matter of five. The soft snoring seems to be great background white noise though because they barely get through one episode when Harry’s breaths start coming slower as well where he’s cuddled into their sides.
He clicks the TV off, sinking deeper into the sofa cushions and when Regulus falls asleep it’s to the sounds of his family and the smell of warm honey and a whiff of smokey bonfire. 
They should make smores tomorrow.
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Another jegulus incorrect quote
Euphemia Potter: Regulus kissed you?
James: *staring woefully out of his window*
Effie: and you said thank you…?
James: yeah...
Effie: well that was very polite of you
meanwhile
Regulus: thank you?!?! WHO SAID THANK YOU IN THIS SITUATION, WHAT DID HE MEAN
Fleamont : I'm sorry reg, my son is stupid, but you already knew this.
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apoetsworld · 1 year
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Headcannon that James had an emo phase. Like around his fourth/fifth year he fully goes full heavy metal Potter and tries wearing Sirius' leather jacket. It lasts 2 days, Sirius is the only one who knows he dyed his hair Jet-black for a few hours and wore eyeliner like there was no tomorrow. Luckily for him it happened during break, but there's a photo somewhere marking the James potter Emo Phase.
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