#baby jeggy :)

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

james ‘longing stares’ potter and regulus ‘furtive glances’ black, everyone

i missed them sm…i had to make a quick sketch of them

[ecstarry]

humbling requesting single dad james with regulus hcs 🙇

this is adorableeee!!!

I have a soft spot for age gap jeggy sooo for me it's always james a bit older, extra points if he already has some grey hairs here and there

James is the kind of dad that carries his son on one arm and everything else on the other arm likes it's NOTHING, all potter men are like this!!!! monty was the same

Okay James is usually very protective of who takes care of Harry but with Reg he felt sooo comfortable leaving them alone

Regulus NEVER uses a baby voice to talk to Harry!!!! they have lovely conversations even when Harry is a small baby who barely makes sounds. My Reg is making sure that baby will be SMART AND WELL SPOKEN

REGULUS PLAYS MUSIC FOR HARRY AND COMPOSES NEW SONGS ON THE PIANO FOR HIM AND EVERYTHING

James sings a lullaby that Effie used to sing to him when he was a kid and Regulus learns it so he can sing it to Harry if he's ever upset and James isn't around

Harry CLINGS to Reg's finger and REG LOVES IT AND MELTS BUT JAMES FEELS LIKE CRYING EVERYTIME HE SEES THAT

[xjustakay]

✺ (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.

[regulus-books]

Tragedy - 98 Words - @jegulus-microfic

i know most today are gonna be sad so a little jegulus dads fluff

"Papa?" Harry says, his little hand rubbing his eye.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Regulus tucks the blankets into his toddlers side, preventing any cold from getting in.

"Sing?" Regulus smiles and looks up at James who is cuddling into Harry's side.

"Sure, baby," Regulus thinks a little, then starts to softly sing the lullaby Sirius used to sing to him when he was little. Harry drifts off quickly, his pretty little eyes closing. "Sorry, Jamie."

"Don't be, it's a tragedy you stopped." Regulus grins and kisses the baby's forehead.

"Come on." Regulus says, standing up from Harry's little car bed.

[murderoushagthesequel]

Gifts

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, camera (295 words)

ok i struggled with the title on this one, there were a few options... i think this one is nice for now. but enjoy!

“Happy birthday!” James says quietly, handing a small package to Regulus. “You’re thirteen now!” The school year is almost over, and James won’t see him again until September. Sirius will probably find a way to sneak over to his house, but James knows Regulus won’t leave Grimmauld until autumn. So he tried his best to get him something special. James can’t explain why, but seeing a smile on Regulus’ face brings him more joy than anything. 

Regulus, as he always does, carefully examines the package with great focus on his face. James loves it. He carefully pulls back the string and uses two fingers to peel back the paper. When he sees what’s inside he gasps and puts a hand over his mouth.

“James-”

“Oh I almost forgot,” James cuts him off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black case. He picks up the gift and places it inside the case, and it transfigures itself into what appears to be an ornate jewellery box. James transforms it back and returns the gift to Regulus. 

“They’ll never know,” James reassures. Regulus looks up at him with a rather frozen, awestruck stare before breaking into a smile. Oh, how James missed his smile.

“You got me a muggle camera,” he whispers. James nods, feeling a smile spread across his own face. Regulus very carefully wraps the camera back in its paper and sets it to the side before flinging his arms around James’ neck and squeezing. James has never been hugged by Regulus before but he never wants it to stop. “Thank you,” Regulus whispers.

“It was my pleasure,” James responds. And he is graced with possibly the greatest gift in the world in return, even though it isn’t his birthday. Regulus giggles.

[addsalwayssick]

Starting Jegulus microfics late because i can! @jegulus-microfic Feb 22- Contrast - word count 169

Most people looked at Regulus like he wasn’t there. And if he was there, people were intimidated by him. Scared, even. They saw a boy with raven black hair, gray eyes there were narrowed, and a small, muscular form. Regulus knew that he wasn’t necessarily liked. He just wasn’t the type to draw people to him.

But James- James looks at him differently. The way James looks at him is such a sharp contrast from how everyone else looks at him. James looks at Regulus like Regulus is the only thing keeping him sane. It was different from what Regulus knew. Sure, Sirius had once looked at him like he was the only think keeping him sane, because he was, but James is different.

James was in love with him. James watched him across the hall with big, sparkling doe eyes. His face brightened when he saw Regulus before Sirius snapped his fingers in his face and started talking to him. Regulus watched him back. He saw the sun.

[wilmvandrr]

i’m ssososoosososo glad more people are using sunseeker instead of starchaser for jegulus

nothin against starchaser i just have an extreme bias to sunseeker 😍

[siriuslytruee]

as soon as i see a 'james fell first but regulus fell harder' story i start giggling screaming and kicking my feet in the air everytime.

[imsiriuslyreading]

there’s a picture of my friend’s very Jegulus coded gay cats to thank you for the way we can hear your smile in the funny parts of cadence, it is so so endearing 😇

stop this is so cute i’m gona scream oh my god??? STOP IT AT ONCE i’m literally crying

i’m glad you don’t mind my silly grinning throughout cadence chapters. i’m self conscious about it but i really haven’t got a good poker face let alone a good poker voice

the minute i read something silly or happy in a fic my whole face goes into idiots in love mode 😅

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic september 1, school, 89 words

As they step onto the platform together, it feels like a lifetime ago that he was seeing off Sirius for his first day of school, rather than one year.

“James!” Sirius shouts from beside him before a boy comes running over, tackling Sirius into a hug.

When they pull apart, arms still slung around each other’s shoulders, James turns to him.

“You must be Reggie, I’m James.” He smiles, and maybe Regulus understands why his brother wouldn’t shut up about his best friend all summer.  “You’re gonna love Hogwarts."

[claypotsstuff]

**James just after a quidditch match** :uhhh hi Reg. Why are you staring at me like that?

Regulus (dying inside) : i-

[xjustakay]

✺ (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.

[honeybcj]

jegulus smut coming out tomorrow <3

[murderoushagthesequel]

Boys

for @jegulus-microfic's prompt, new (504 words)

i swear i tried to keep this under 500 words but i couldn't quite make it- anyway i'm really proud of this one and i really like it, hope you do too! welcome to the mind of little 12 year old james (in this one he's gay rather than pan how i usually hc him!) CW for internalized homophobia

James isn’t sure what to think right now. He’s never felt this way before, it’s new. Ever since he was eleven (so, okay, only like a year and a half, but still!) he’s known he's in love with Lily Evans. But now he isn’t sure. Maybe that feeling wasn’t love. Maybe he just really wants to be Lily’s friend and everybody told him because she’s a girl that should mean he likes her.

But this feeling right now, this is different, this might be love. But that’s impossible. It doesn’t make any sense that when he looks at this person his stomach does a weird swoopy thing. Or that his throat closes up just slightly. That he isn’t quite sure what to say but he just has this pull to get close to them and never let go. It doesn’t make sense… because this person is a boy.

It’s not possible for a boy to love a boy. At least that’s what James thought. So why does he feel like this? The second Regulus stepped into the Great Hall at the start of James’ second year, all he could think was noticemenoticemenoticeme. When they started actually talking, that feeling only grew stronger and stronger. He doesn’t want Regulus to notice him anymore, he needs it.

These are the spiralling thoughts that lead him to sitting crouched against the wall of the Astronomy Tower after curfew, silently crying into the sleeve of his robes. He freezes in panic when he hears quiet footsteps ascending the stairs, he could get in serious trouble for being up here so late. His heart doesn’t slow its hammering when he sees it isn’t a prefect at all, but Regulus Black himself. Regulus looks just as startled when he sees James, but seems to soften immediately, after a moment, presumably after noticing James is crying.

He glides over to where James is sitting, eternally graceful, and slumps against the wall beside him. James isn’t really sure what to do in this situation, and ends up doing the last thing he wanted.

“Doyouthinkit’swrongifaboylikesanotherboy?” he murmurs all in one breath. Regulus looks surprised and James immediately feels his heart sink. He’s weird, he’s an outcast, this isn’t normal. Of course Regulus would feel the same.

“No,” Regulus whispers. Now it’s James’ turn to be surprised.

“No?” he asks, daring to look into Regulus’ eyes. He looks scared too. Regulus shakes his head.

“You’re not alone,” he says. James feels a huge weight lift off of his shoulders at those words. He didn’t realise how long he’d been needing to hear them. You’re not alone. Other people are like you. James might even dare to guess that Regulus is one of them.

“Oh,” James breathes, wiping a few tears away from his eyes. Regulus smiles weakly.

“We just have to stick together,” he says. Something about Regulus saying those words makes all the worry from James’ body go away. That’s the moment he knows he truly is in love, but that it’s okay.

[nettedtangible]

Francesca is Art Heist Baby. No elaboration needed

[lostmykeysie]

YASSSSS KEYSIE YASSSSS. You are fulfilling a need I didn’t know I had with that scene in the bathroom, cannot wait for the next chapter!

LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i said fastburn dorlene i meant FASTburn dorlene baby xxxxxxxx my girls are already fucking in the bathroom xxxxxx slags xxxxx

whilst we're here i am actually going to be cheeky and use this post to expand the tags SO

for two knights defence, my new wolfstar & dorlene fic (reggie is still a main character though lol love him and regus are still besties of COURSE) here is a brief expansion on the big three tags (minor character death, explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of violence):

Warnings

Graphic Depictions of Violence - The characters are all either part of the Order, the Death Eaters, or a vigilante group; they’re all fighting, and they’re all fighting each other. Their missions will be part of the main plot so we will see firsthand what those missions entail (violence!). - They have knives, wands, and some even have guns. And they absolutely use them, and sometimes they use them on each other. I don’t think the tag ‘morally grey character’ is wholly relevant here (though it probably is actually now I think about it given all the murder and stuff) but the approach to violence you typically see under this tag is definitely seen in this fic. These folks are stabbing people up and then sleeping like a baby at night okay - The main characters—Wolfstar especially—are not always on the same side, so they will fight each other, and they will hurt each other. However, the wolfstar romance is nowhere near slowburn, and Remus at least knows who Sirius works for from the beginning and therefore knows he’s not his real enemy, so it never gets to the point where they’re anywhere near killing each other. They’re both also insane so it gets to the point that violence is foreplay I’ll be honest - I will not be tagging specific violence CWs within the chapters because there will be varying levels of violence constantly throughout, however I do not anticipate it getting to gruesome horrifying levels or gore at any point so you’re fine on that front. If for some reason it does get a bit excessive I’ll flag that in the AN, but I doubt that will happen. Minor Character Death - Characters (plural) are going to die but none of them can be considered main characters—I want to make that absolutely clear—but that does not mean we won’t get to know them and sometimes even like them before they get killed off  - All characters that die will be dying on screen; remember the graphic depictions of violence tag! Explicit Sexual Content - There will be explicit girl sex!!!!!! There will be explicit boy sex!!!!!!!! It won’t be every chapter but this fic is definitely smut heavy compared to other stuff I’ve written so gird your loins baby. - Both tagged relationships engage in debased slutty behaviour and we love that for them. We’re talking rough sex, mirror kinks, panty kinks, some absolutely filthy mouths, a bit of exhibitionism, possessiveness, aggressiveness, obsessiveness… I will flag the NSFW chapters in the AN at the beginning but I won't go any further than that in terms of a heads up so take heed.