#jegulus raises Harry

[onehundredflamingos]

25 / towel / 336 words

Unofficial jegulus microfics with @emlovessid

“Not too much water!” Regulus chided, as James filled up the portable tub. It only had about two inches of water in it, but Regulus was proving to be a bit hyper vigilant when it came to their newborn son, but who could blame him?

James chuckled. “I know, love. Hand me the washcloth?”

Regulus began to hand it to James before jerking his hand back, a chastising look on his face. “Don’t go near his belly button, okay?”

“Reg, baby,” James pleaded. “Do you want to wash Harry instead?”

Regulus shook his head. “He’s so small, I don’t want to hurt him.” He looked almost sad, afraid of doing a poor job at parenting. James understood, knowing he wasn’t given a very good role model growing up, but he knew Regulus — knew the soft, gentle disposition within him and knew just how suited he was for parenthood.

James plucked the washcloth from Regulus’ hand before dipping it into the warm water in the tub and rubbing it along Harry’s soft flesh. He swiped it over his arms and under his chin, over his chubby thighs and between his miniature toes. It was really more of a sponge bath, but the little gurgling coos that Harry let out the second he was settled within the water was enough to warrant the whole ordeal.

“Drape the towel over your lap, Reg,” James instructed. “You can do it, love.”

Regulus shook his head nervously, but obliged anyway, laying the towel flat over his thighs, feet tucked beneath him. James pulled Harry out of the water, one hand behind his head as he set him gently onto Regulus’ lap, tucking him into the soft yellow towel.

James wrapped the towel around Harry like a swaddle and immediately raised him up until Regulus wrapped his arms underneath their son.

“You think I can do this, James?” Regulus whispered, looking down at the bundle in his arms.

James smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head. “You already are.”

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 3 - ruthless

210 words

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James stared Regulus down, fists clenched at his sides. His glasses were askew, hair even more chaotic than usual from him pulling at it. Regulus’s grey eyes narrowed with his smirk.

“Don’t do it.” James warned, teeth gritted.

“You don’t have a choice in the matter, Potter.” Regulus replied, grinning manically.

“Regulus…” James resorted to pleading now, desperation seeping into his voice.

“James…” Regulus replied slowly, looking up at him from under dark lashes, “… Sorry!” He cackled, throwing down a card, and James cried out, watching as his piece was moved all the way back to the start.

“Noooo…” James wailed, dropping his face into his hands.

“Nice!” Harry and Regulus high-fived, and James looked between the two in disbelief.

“Really? You turned our own son against me?” He asked, incredulous. Regulus just grinned.

“You really are ruthless.” James grumbled, throwing his cards down.

“C’mon, it’s your turn Jamie.” Regulus cooed, smiling.

“Don’t wanna play anymore…” James huffed, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Ooo, looks like someone’s a sore loser.” Regulus chided, and Harry ‘ooo’ed along with him, before falling into hysterical laughter, bringing Regulus with him.

James hated Sorry, but looking fondly across the table at the two people he loved most, he supposed it was worth it.

[regulus-books]

wc: 599

warnings: none x

When Regulus wakes up, the smell of pancakes hits his nose almost instantly. He has barely gotten any sleep, but either way, he has to get up. So, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, walking down the stairs.

"Good morning, sweet boy." James walks over and kisses his forehead, smearing a little bit of flour on Regulus' cheek, he wipes it off with a scowl.

"Morning." He sits at the island counter and puts his head on his arms with a light groan.

"Grumpy boy this morning, m'love?" James asks, continuing to flip the pancakes.

"Always grumpy." A small voice babbles beside him. Regulus looks over and strokes the child's head.

"G'morning to you too, Haz." Regulus quickly leans over and kisses Harry's head.

"Good morning, papa." Harry giggles and continues to color in his coloring book. Regulus smiles at his little boy and takes in his surroundings. The whole room was light, he was sitting next to his son who just turned 6 a few months ago, and he watches as his husband of nearly 5 years as he dances around the kitchen, humming a silly tune he probably learned on the muggle radio. Life is good for Regulus, he knows that.

James places two plates in front of him, one for him and one for Harry. Regulus hands Harry his plate, and helps him pour his syrup. James sits next to him and places a kiss to his forehead.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling warm?" James touches the back of his hand to Regulus' forehead. Regulus shakes his head and takes another bite. "You are feeling quite warm." James places the palms of his hands on Regulus' cheeks.

"Let me feel!" Regulus glares at James as Harry's hands slap to his cheeks, the light sound echoing through the room. James holds a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Oh, yeah, papa. You are warm!" Harry forces Regulus to look at him and squeezes his father's cheeks.

"Alright, Haz," James stands up from his place in the kitchen and picks Harry up once Harry is done eating. "If papa really is sick we don't want you to catch anything, so go on and put your shoes on." He places Harry gently onto the floor, Harry wraps his chubby arms around Regulus' calf's before running off to the front door.

"I'm going to work." Regulus states.

"You aren't."

"I am, James."

"Do you wanna get all those little kids sick?" Regulus glares at James, he had gotten into teaching not to long ago, now he teaches Harry's kindergarten class. "Hm?"

"Obviously not, Potter." James raises his eyebrows with a grin.

"Head off to bed, will you? I'll come in after I drop off Harry and cuddle you. Sound good, Potter?"

"Whatever." Regulus ignores the blush that spread on his cheeks, he gets up from his place at the table and sits next to Harry, helping him lace up his new lighting mcqueen sneakers that nana Effie bought him. "Papa isn't gonna be at work today, is that okay with you, babe?" Regulus tucks one of his little boys curls out of his face, Harry makes a pouty face. "I know, sweetheart, blame daddy." Harry's face up turns quickly. "I'll see you later, okay?" Harry nods his little head.

"I love you, papa." Harry puckers his little lips and kisses both his father's cheeks, grinning wildly as James rounds the corner.

"I love you too, baby." Regulus smiles back at him.

"Off to school!" James lifts Harry in the air, spinning him.

(for @ashywashy1240 bc I keep traumatizing him)

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

James and Regulus ran away to France during the first Wizarding war without telling anyone. They adopted a baby wizard named Harry, and they sent him off to Beauxbatons when the time came.

When Voldemort was finally defeated they moved back to Britain and Harry went to Hogwarts

[sun-lov3r]

⭐️ Jegulus Ao3 Fic Rec ☀️

Teach Them How to Dream by calamitoustide

Completed 30 chapters ; 89,015 word count

Summery:

Regulus Black is starting his first year as a kindergarten teacher and there's this really hot dad

[uninspired-choatic-angel]

James and Sirius hang mistletoes at every doorway/entrance, so they have an excuse to kiss Regulus and Remus.

Regulus asks Remus to help him set the table while James and Sirius play with Harry.

As Regulus comes out of the kitchen, Remus runs into him at the entrance

Regulus:

Remus:

Sirius:

James:

Sirius: We didn't think this through

James: No, we did not

Harry: Kiss!

Remus gives Regulus a peck on the forehead

[billsbae]

Grimmauld Palace, 1993

barty: nice onesie. Does it come in men?

harry, annoyed 13-year-old: oh I think you come in men enough for all of us

sirius:

evan:

james:

pandora:

marlene:

lily:

regulus: oh i'm so proud of you <3

[rosemarilee]

Regulus and Harry first meet

Regulus: *has never had a conversation with a child before* so…

Harry: you’re short

Regulus: no you’re short

Harry: I’m a kid I’m supposed to be short

Regulus: I’m an adult I can be whatever the fuck I want to be

Harry: so you chose to be short

Regulus: I’m fucking your dad

Harry: I don’t know what that means

[startledstoat]

Harry who looks like James with his dark skin and wild hair and carefree aura, and has not just lily's eyes but her smile, and her laugh, and her wicked sense of humor, and who carries himself with the same pride that Regulus does, shoulders straight, head up and chin down, mouth pulled into a thin line and firm eyecontact when speaking with authority, and who inherited Mary's take-no-shit, headstrong determination but also her soft, caring, and protective personality

[daddiesdrarryy]

Sirius: So how’s fatherhood treating you?

Regulus: Good. I didn’t expect this much crying, though

Remus: Don’t worry, Reg, it’s normal for babies

Regulus: What? No, Harry is fine. I was talking about James

James, sobbing from the nursery: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[venus-sqturn]

dilf james where every mom at harrys primary school is just uncomfortably flirting w/ james and one day regulus picks harry up instead and every mom is like “what happened to james, where is he??” “why is there another man picking up harry??” to the point regulus is just like “lmao im james husband”

[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.

[or-we-could-take-a-walk-together]

Sirius: I know you snuck out last night to see my brother James!

James’ subconscious: play dumb!

James: who’s James?

Subconscious: not that dumb!

[yourgalgremlin]

Barty, the Babysitter:

REG: Harry, did Uncle Barty terrorize you today?

HARRY: No I held him hostage! Come see how good I tied him up!

JAMES: He looks like me, but that is all you.

REG: What, his criminal potential? Or his glee tying up an older man w/ rope..?

JAMES: YES

[kirinthepotato]

Regulus Black was volunteering as a doctor at Harry's school, and when Harry saw him, he immediately took a liking to Regulus. And so young Harry would often fake his sickness just to see Regulus every day and eat lunch together. While James was panicking at his office after getting a call from the school that his energetic son was suddenly suffering from a stomach ache again.

[billsbae]

rosekiller babysitting harry

barty: uhm... want a beer?

evan: HE'S FOUR!

barty: I don't know, what am I supposed to do with him?!