#domestic Jegulus

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 27 - diplomacy - 1117 words

aka there’s a few unexpected babies in a shed and regulus is a master of persuasion

It starts with Harry.

He’s running around in the back garden as Regulus peeks outside to call him for dinner.

When Regulus calls him he comes bounding over the meadow, red cheeked and flushed and a little sweaty.

Regulus bends down to smack a kiss on his damp hair and presses a glass of water into his small hands.

Harry gulps half of it with vigor, breathing loudly and then puts it back down on the table with a thunk. “Uh- Paps.”

“Mhm?”

“Where’s Mochi?”

“Mochi?” Regulus hums, realizing he actually doesn’t know where their cat is, “I haven’t seen him in the house today.”

“Oh,” Harry makes, his brows drawing together.

Regulus’ chest tightens, “I’m sure he’ll be back by bedtime, pumpkin.”

The rest of the afternoon passes, the sun sets and Mochi still hasn’t shown.

Harry gets ready for bed worried but James makes up a bedtime story about adventure cats with supernatural powers and all’s well.

That is until it’s two days later and Mochi still hasn’t wound up yet.

Regulus gets actually concerned and quietly talks to James in bed at night about the possibility of Mochi having been hit by a car. James is optimistic though, gently stroking through his curls and kissing his forehead, reassuring Regulus that their cat will be back.

True to his fiancé’s word Mochi turns up just another day later. Safe and sound, no wounds or scratches and bonking his forehead against their legs like nothing was amiss.

Harry is ecstatic and Regulus sighs so heavy in relief he feels 10 pounds lighter—that is until Mochi keeps flitting back out into the garden, mewling loudly.

James and Harry go out into the yard to play on the trampoline, thinking their cat may just want some company out in the nice weather.

“I dunno, love,” James shakes his head, clambering down from the trampoline, “It sounds like something is bothering him. He keeps walking around, yelling at us.”

Regulus combs an errant strand of James’ hair back from his forehead, frowning slightly. He sighs, “It does seem like he wants something from us.”

Harry is still bouncing on the net, then he announces suddenly, “I think maybe he wants to show us something.”

James and Regulus exchange looks and then they help Harry put on his shoes again and start following behind a relentlessly meowing Mochi.

Their cat takes them out back towards the end line of their property to Monty’s old shed they don’t really use for anything.

Mochi squeezes right through a broken panel of wood inside, still meowing.

Regulus throws James a skeptical look but James just shrugs and rattles and yanks at the old door until it swings open.

That’s when Regulus hears it.

More meowing. Tiny, high mewling.

Baby kittens.

His eyes meet James in an instant as a small gasp elicits from Regulus’ throat, eyes widening in adoration and teeth digging in his lower lip, ridiculously excited.

James takes Harry up on his hip with a grin and nods Regulus to enter first.

With the help of the sunlight streaming in through the open door they find the little family in an instant.

The mom is a beautiful grey-ish tabby and there’s three little furballs attached to her stomach.

There’s one similar to Mochi with all black and white spots, another tiger striped one with an orangey undertone and then an entirely black one safe for one white spot around its ear that immediately has Regulus breaking out into coos.

Mochi runs around between Regulus’ legs all excited, screaming still, and he gently shushes their cat with head scratches. He bends down to say hello to the mom while James explains everything to Harry behind him.

It takes a few contemplative sniffs from mom before she takes a careful lick at Regulus’ finger. Mochi smells like them so Regulus is glad the mom realizes they’re family and not a threat.

Regulus beckons James and Harry over and pulls the latter between his spread knees, murmuring quietly, “These are Mochi’s babies, Harry, just like you are ours.”

Harry nods importantly, eyes fixated on the kittens.

“We have to introduce ourselves to the mom first though before we get to say Hello to the babies. Like this,” Regulus takes Harry’s hand in his and lets the female cat sniff him too.

Harry giggles when she licks him with her rough tongue and Regulus’ heart nearly bursts when she tilts her head into his little palm. James follows suit, stroking through Regulus’ curls with his other hand. It’s a marvelous moment shared between the three of them and Regulus desperately hopes that it’s going to stay a core memory in all their minds.

They run back to the house to get a pillowed basket and blankets for the mom and babies to transport back in. At the end of the day Regulus’ cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Until James comes up behind him while brushing teeth, arms wrapped around his stomach and asks who they want to give two of the babies to.

Regulus thinks he must be clinically insane for the suggestion but he doesn’t say so just yet. He has to play his cards right here to get what he wants and what his little family clearly deserves despite whatever James may think for whatever obviously illogical reason.

So Regulus just shrugs and spits into the sink.

The next morning when Harry is already in kindergarden he grabs James on his way out to door to work.

He drapes himself all prettily against the door frame, purposly toying with the ring on James’ finger. “So,” he starts, “About the kittens.”

James already slips into a playfully skeptical expression, “What about them?”

Regulus clears his throat professionally, “After diplomatic discussions we found that there was no way for us not to keep them.”

“A-huh?”

Regulus huffs, “Yes.”

“Just between the two of you…” James prods, one brow raised.

“Yes.” Regulus’ expression is unwavering stone. He’s so standing his ground. Not budging. He’s a wall.

“All 3 of them?”

“They have names, to your information,” Regulus spits. Then adds in a more quiet voice, “Strawberry, Vanilla and Matcha.”

James only hums in return, but the corners of his lips are already curling with a badly concealed grin so Regulus knows they’ve as good as won.

“So,” he sucks his teeth, cocking his head and blinking up at his fiancé from under his lashes, “We’re gonna need a bigger car tree.”

James’ grin blooms full force and he rolls his eyes behind his glasses. Then he smacks Regulus’ ass so hard, Regulus makes a sound that sounds embarrassingly similar to the ones the kittens make.

[onehundredflamingos]

13 / street / 344 words

@jegulus-microfic

When Regulus saw the moving truck across the street, he wasn’t all that interested in who the new neighbor would be. His entire neighborhood was being taken over by families with small children, and while he enjoyed watching them all ride their bikes past his house in the evenings, he didn’t actually care to meet them all.

The new neighbor did, in fact, have a child, but he was clearly a single parent.

Every single day, the little boy would ask to cross the street to Regulus’ house. Every day, he would look for dandelions in Regulus’ yard as if he didn’t have his own lawn. Every day, he would search for little holes under the foundation to see if he could find lizards or garden snakes.

And every day, Regulus would sit by the open window and listen to him hunt, watching his — quite frankly — beautiful father trail behind him.

“Dad, do I have to look for lizards today?” The little boy sat down in Regulus’ walkway, hot and defeated.

“I thought you liked looking for lizards, Harry,” the dad replied quickly.

Harry shook his head. “You said you wanted to see if the pretty neighbor was home.”

Regulus choked on his drink, not sure if he should laugh at the brashness of the boy or blush at the brashness of his father.

“Okay, time to go,” the dad said, urgently tugging Harry up by his upper arm. Harry stood up on his own, but instead of walking back to his own house, he ran to Regulus’ front door, pressing the doorbell over and over while his dad tried to shrink in on himself.

Regulus pulled open the door, laughing. He looked down at Harry before letting his gaze move back up to find his father’s.

“Would you like to come in, uh…”

“James,” the dad supplied for him.

“James,” Regulus repeated. “I’m Regulus,” he added, stepping out of the way for his new neighbors to come inside.

“Finally,” Harry bemoaned, walking into the house and settling down onto the couch.

Regulus couldn’t help but agree.

[where-is-vivian]

James, washing the dishes by himself: *hums a song*

Regulus, appearing to his left, and slowly passing a hand around his waist:

James, dropping the plate he was washing: *goes silent*

Regulus: *grins* Thanks for the dishes...

James: Y- you're welcomE...

[starslovechasers]

Someone of greater skill

James Potter was great at scheming, exceptional even. It was rare moments like these when someone foiled his plans, and it took someone of even greater skill to do so.

‘Are you kidding me!’ James exclaimed, alarm clock in hand. He threw it onto the rose covered bed exasperated, and crossed his arms staring at his boyfriend who this time, was the one to ruin them.

‘What.’ Regulus sighed.

‘Why are you awake!’ James huffed.

‘I’m sorry, usually when people go to sleep they wake up at some point you know.’ He drawled, ignoring James scowl.

‘Not you! You sleep for hours on end! Of course the one time you’re awake before me it’s to ruin my life.’ James wailed, he threw himself back down on the bed, allowing the pillows to absorb him.

‘So you’re not even going to acknowledge what I did for today despite the fact you’re aware of how I feel over such egregious holidays like today?’ Regulus sat down next to him, amusement played on his voice.

‘Nope.’ James emphasised the word dramatically. ‘I wanted to be the one to decorate our room!’ He let out a whine.

‘So ungrateful.’ Regulus tsk’d. He leaned back on the bed, his fingers making their way through James hair.

James turned on his side to face him. As he stared up as his beautiful partner, he realised he was willing to forgive him for ruining his surprise.

He glanced around the room, flower petals floated around the room. Heart shaped chocolates covered his bedside table, and a Stag shaped teddy bear that was the size of a small child sat in Regulus’ reading chair.

‘I forgive you.’ He mumbled, fighting so hard with everything in him to not smile.

‘I promise next year to sleep in so you can do this for me instead of me beating you to it three years in a row- how about that?’ Regulus tilted his head.

James could only nod. Unable to contain his excitement anymore he wrapped his arms around Regulus’ neck and pulled him down into a soft brush of lips. A gentle kiss, a thank you.

‘Happy Valentines Day, Potter.’ James gave him a cheesy smile.

‘Are you ever going to stop doing that?’ Regulus shook his head disapprovingly, but his eyes shone brightly as he looked down at James.

No matter how much time had passed, and would continue to pass, James would never stop loving the way that Regulus looked at him.

‘Never.’

[chaoswalkingsblog]

It's September 1st 1991, and Regulus has been washing the same dish over and over. James walks toward him, takes the plate off his hands, and sets it down."I think it's clean enough, love." He kisses Regulus' cheek.

Regulus turns his body towards James and hugs him. "The house has never been so quiet." To Regulus, it feels almost painfully quiet. It hurts to know that things for their three-person family would never be the same. They had not been ready to be parents when Harry was born, and now they are not ready to watch their son grow up. Regulus worries for Harry's well-being. Was he eating enough? Was he going to sleep at a good time? Would he do well in his classes? Would he be bullied? Would he be the bully?

James feels the emptiness of Harry's absence differently. They had raised such a wonderful child, and he knew Harry would be okay, whoever he became, wherever he ended up. He knows in his bones that Harry would do well. Perhaps he would turn into the youngest Quidditch player ever. Perhaps he would be at the top of his class.

James thinks they did such a great job with Harry that they could do it again. They are young enough for it, the baby food on their clothes, the accidental magic, the late nights. And so why not do it again? "What if we have another baby?"

Regulus feels like he was too busy worrying over Harry to have heard James right. "Have what?" He asks, pushing James enough to look at his beautiful brown eyes.

James smiles. "We could do it again, Reg. We could raise another wonderful child together."

"A— a baby?" Regulus asks. Coming to the realization that three was not as nice of a number as four, how he could retire from his job at the Ministry and be a stay at home father this time around. How they could turn the one empty room they had never had anything to do with into a nursery. It was the perfect room for a nursery, really.

"Yes, Reg a baby." James could not contain his excitement. He recognized the look on his husband's face. He knew Regulus was already planning the adjustments they would have to make to welcome in their baby into the world.

"Okay," Regulus says carefully. If there was any hesitation, it was gone as soon as it came.

"Okay?"

Regulus smiles. "Yes, okay! Let's have a baby!"

James hugs Regulus and starts to laugh. "We are having a baby!" He says excitedly, almost as if it wasn't he who suggested it.

Both laugh and kiss and exchange words of love and support. They talk about their hopes for the future and can't stop smiling at the idea of raising another child. They spend hours talking about the nursery, and they argue over wallpaper. At some point, Regulus fetches a pen and paper and starts to draw a diagram of the nursery. James starts to make suggestions that Regulus writes down and implements into the already formed vision he had for the nursery. They talk about buying toys and clothes. They argue over who will teach their child to fly, Jame, who had thought Harry and had experience? Or Regulus, who had not been present when Harry learned? But most importantly, they talk about how loved their baby will be. How this baby is going to be born into a large and wonderful family, with aunts and uncles and cousins. How their child would be born into a world of peace and kindness.

Hours go by.

They don't notice the time go by so quickly.

They don't notice the beautiful snowy white owl come into the house through the window until she's standing right in front of them and, taps her foot onto the wood hard enough to get James' attention.

"Oh! Hello beautiful girl, did you bring a letter from Harry?" Asks James, while Regulus mutters under his breath the books, he must buy their baby before they are born and furiously writes the titles down.

The owl nods and offers her leg to James to take the letter. And he gives her a few treats then thanks her for the letter before she goes. "Reg, Harry sent a letter. Would you like to read it out loud for us?"

"Shhhhh, I'm making a very important list for our child's development. They must read all the classics before they turn eleven!" Regulus exclaims, looking up briefly to scold his husband for interrupting.

James laughs and opens the letter. He quickly reads about the smart, muggle-born girl he met on the train. About the candies he purchased for his friends. James feels like crying of happiness. Harry's letter makes him nostalgic for his years at school. When he reaches the last few lines, he smiles victoriously. He knew since Harry was but a toddler what house he would be sorted into.

"You owe me 50 galleons!" James points at Regulus.

"James, I can't plan our child's upbringing if you continue to—" Regulus looks from his husband to the letter and then to James again. And the horrible realization dawns upon him. "Oh, no," he whispers under his breath.

James smiles maniacally and nods. "Oh, yeah, I won!"

"But, but—" Regulus does not know what to say. He has done everything right to ensure his child would sort into the right house!

"You were so stubborn too, I had told you so since that child was a toddler, and you wouldn't believe me. You have nothing to say now, do you!"James says, feeling vindicated.

Regulus glares at James, unable to admit defeat. "Double or nothing."

[anauro]

Drugs and surgical scrubs ch25 snippet 💗✨

James took one of Regulus’ hands and brought it to his mouth, kissing Regulus’ pulse point.

“I like you because you’re caring and smart and so incredibly good looking. This has nothing to do with Sirius, it’s you that I want, with your constant pouting that I love turning into a smile and your gorgeous eyes and your complete lack of culinary skills–“

“Hey, I can cook just fine!”

“No, you can’t, love. Using only salt and pepper as seasoning is not cooking, it’s animal cruelty.”

[monachopsis7209]

Feelings while Cooking

22nd july prompt: kitchen by @jegulus-microfic

219 words

super late

the kitchen. just another room in a household where all the cooking was done. it was a dim and forbidden place back at 12th grimmauld place. it was homely at the senior potter residence. but the kitchen was the warmest and most loving place in the potter-black residence.

it was not just another room to cook in. no, it was somewhere james could make hot tomato soup for regulus when he wasn’t well. it was somewhere regulus could learn how to bake cupcakes when euphemia visited. it would be where the boys had sweet makeout sessions when they went to get midnight snacks.

after sometime, it would be the place where regulus would make pancakes with adopted baby harry for james’ birthday. it would be the kitchen where james would breakdown into a sobbing mess when he received news that his beloved professor ‘minnie’ mcgonagall had passed.

the kitchen was the only space in the whole residence that saw every emotion there was to feel. from giggling baby harry with chocolate on his cheek to grieving james to absolutely terrified regulus from the cockroach in the corner. the kitchen was where the potter-black family could always go and relax and feel loved. to feel warmth, whether it be from the stove, the window or just another’s body against theirs.

[kiwi2229]

New roommates

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 669 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: boot

Regulus walks out of the door as soon as he hears the car pull by their house. He was lucky enough to get out of work sooner than usual today, so he is looking forward to spending the whole afternoon with his boyfriend. Maybe they can go for a movie or a lovely walk. There is an art exhibition in the town he wanted to visit. James is just walking around the car and is about to open the boot of their car when Regulus approaches him.

“Hello, mon amour.” He greets him cheerfully. He expects James to smile at him and kiss him as always. He certainly doesn’t expect James to jump in surprise with panic in his eyes.

“Regulus. You are home early.” James says quickly.

“Yeah? I was done for today so…” He eyes his boyfriend suspiciously. James squirms under his gaze. He leans against the back of their car, trying to look nonchalant, but Regulus knows better. There is a moment of silence between them. It’s a waiting game Regulus always wins. James doesn’t have strong willpower, so it never does him take long before he spills whatever he has done this time.

The silence is broken by a low meow coming from the car. James’ gaze quickly shifts from Regulus to the car and right back. Regulus is trying hard to fight the smile that’s tugging at the corners of his lips.

“James?”

“Yes?” So, we are playing this game Regulus thinks.

“Why is our car meowing?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” James lies and closes his eyes in defeat when the car meows again and doesn’t stop.

“HmMmm…” Regulus softly pushes James out of the way to open the boot. Inside there is a huge safe car cage with not one but three cats. They are looking at Regulus with the same surprise as Regulus is looking at them. After the initial shock, he turns to James and raises his eyebrows.

“I have no clue how they got there.” He says and Regulus gives him an unimpressed look. “But if I had to take a wild guess, I would say that maybe somebody stopped by the shelter today because their boyfriend said a few times already that he wanted to get a cat. And maybe the cats were too cute that the person couldn’t leave them there.” James gives him a sheepish smile.

“I said I wanted a cat as a one.”

“But Reggie, they were friends already. And I can’t just take one away from their friends.” He wraps one arm around Regulus' side tugging him closer. “So, you see I had no other option than take all of them.” And Regulus can’t fight a smile spread on his lips, because James looks so happy, and Regulus would be dammed if he would spoil it for him. And frankly, the cats look cute, and Regulus is sure they will give them the perfect home.

“But we don’t have anything for them here,” Regulus says in a worried voice and James beams at him. He pulls him in for a quick kiss before he turns them around to face the boot again.

“If you may shift your gaze a little to the right, I bought something. But we can go shopping together again later.” Regulus spots the big bags full of toys and other necessities including three big cat beds. He laughs. Regulus truly wanted a cat for a long time now, he already searched for these big sets of shelves you can put on your wall, so they have a place to play. He has to order it tonight.

“Yeah, okay.” He says and crawls inside the car boot to meet their new roommates. As he lets the brave cat climb into his lap he looks back at his boyfriend. James is looking at him with so much love that Regulus feels his cheeks redden a little bit. “Thank you.” He whispers and scratches the cat behind its ear.

[murderoushagthesequel]

How to Slice

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, knife (85 words)

hehe. more domestic jeggy because they own my soul <3

“And then you slice the peppers like-”

“Wait what? Say that again?”

“James, I swear to God, if you interrupt me one more time I will slice your head off with this knife.”

“Just like the peppers?” James asks. Regulus does not look amused. He holds the knife up to James’ throat and James giggles in reply. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he says.

“Shut up,” Regulus replies, but James can see a small smile playing on his lips that he fails to hold back.

[lovelydemonswrites]

@jegulus-microfic / 26 / haircut / 489 words

“I need a haircut,” Regulus said to James one morning in the kitchen.

His hair was getting too long. He looked like Sirius. It was getting all over his face and he couldn’t keep it still.

“I like your hair that way,” James said.

“You like me no matter what I look like,” Regulus protested.

James chuckled. “That’s true.”

“But I do need at least a trim,” Regulus said.

“Fine,” James accepted, “I’ll cut your hair.”

Regulus was aghast. “What? No I’m going to the barbers.”

“But what if they cut it too short?” James said.

“What if you cut it badly?” Regulus argued.

“Come on, I know hair. My dad invented Sleekeazy’s.”

“Just because your dad is good at potions, doesn’t mean you know how to cut hair.”

“Please, I promise I’ll do a good job,” James pleaded.

Regulus was unsure. James pouted his lips.

“Look if I do a bad job, you can hold it over me for the rest of our lives,” James said.

Regulus sighed. “Fine, James.”

James jumped from excitement. “Great, come on.”

They walked to their bathroom, James pulled up a chair up to the sink and invited Regulus to sit down. Regulus reluctantly sat down. James turned on the water and gently lowered Regulus’s head into the bowl. He started to run his fingers through Regulus’s hair.

“What are you doing?” Regulus asked, a little panicked.

“I’m washing your hair,” James said, “just relax.”

Regulus tried to focus on the feeling of his lover’s hands running through his hair, and the feeling of the warm water. It was nice. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

James tapped him on the head. “Okay, we’re done.”

Regulus straightened his head. James had a grin on his face. Regulus couldn’t help but relish in the sun of his smile.

“Now for the hair cutting part,” James said, grabbing the pair of scissors.

“Those are hair cutting scissors right?” Regulus asked.

“Of course, don’t worry I’m a professional.”

Regulus was very worried, but he let himself be handled by James as he chopped away. It was intimate to have James so close to him, doing something so mundane. The delicate way his fingers touched his hair as he cut it was another level intimacy that Regulus had not experience. It was nice to have someone you love take care of you in this way.

“Alright, I’m done,” James said.

“Can I look now?” Regulus asked.

“Yes,” James said with a smile.

Regulus stood up and turned facing the mirror. He was surprised that it was exactly how he liked it. Not too short or too long. “Wow,” he said.

“It’s good right?” James said.

Regulus nodded. “How did you get it exactly how I like it?”

“I’ve been watching you for a long time Regulus, I know what length looks the best on you,” James said.

“Thank you love,” Regulus said, and kissed him.

[ziglikesrain]

a bit of domestic jegulus for ya :)

[where-is-vivian]

Smile On You

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, tender (255 words)

“Here?” James smiled against Regulus’ skin.

Regulus hummed, throwing his head back quickly, giving more access to his throat. James hooked a finger in his collar, and he pulled slightly on it.

“Or here?” James continued, mouthing softly at his collarbones, leaving Regulus wordless in his hands. “Here?” He continued, getting closer to his throat, one kiss at a time.

“Fuck, no, but you’re getting closer…” Regulus managed to whine, with an annoyed tone, between sighs. James looked up at him mischievously.

He left one more tender kiss on his throat, continuing his little game. “Hmm, and here?” He asked innocently, kissing his jaw now.

Regulus’ grip on James’ t-shirt, on his shoulder, tightened, and he scratched James’ shoulder with his nails.

“Ouch,” James whispered against Regulus’ throat, scrunching his nose.

“You’re a bloody tease Potter, get to the fucking point.”

“I’m a romantic, Black,” James rolled his eyes. He drew away from his face, licking his lips frustratingly. “I’ll stop if that’s not your thing.”

But Regulus still had a grip on his t-shirt, and he pulled him back with a sigh. “No, no, don’t stop,” he sounded desperate. “Continue your romantic thing. Please. Okay? It’s good. Don’t stop.”

James chuckled lightly, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, getting his lips back on Regulus’ skin.

His lips brushing against Regulus’ jaw, he said lowly, “Oh, you’re capricious.” But James continued kissing his jaw slowly and softly. He loved being all tender and slow with Regulus. All they had was time.

[adharastarlight]

*Jegulus' apartment at 4am*

James: sweetheart... what are you doing?

Reg, grinding coffee beans: well I felt a little drowsy and thought some coffee would help

James: and when did you last sleep?

Reg: about eight coffees ago

[caspian-oc]

james screaming: HONEY HELP ME. REGULUSSSSS I NEED YOU.

regulus calmly walking into the room: yes my dear?

james: THERES A BUG. HELP!!!

regulus: i don’t know what you expect me to do about that. it’s just a bug.

james squinting at him: you’re scared too aren’t you?

regulus stopping mid-step out of the room: …no…

[saintsofthestarfield]

uncle padfoot and young harry planning a prank on james in french right in front of him :,)

[hdypynitgof]

Sirius: your face is so sour I almost grabbed it to make some lemonade.

Regulus, instantly developing an eye twitch:...

James, grinning: turn that frown upside down!

Regulus:...

Regulus: I'm divorcing you.

James: but we're not married!

Regulus, heading for the door: and we never fucking will be.

James, pouting at Sirius: he didn't divorce you...

Sirius: pretty sure you're looking for "disown" here.