#i have more for teenager harry and jeggy

[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

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@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.

[quillkiller]

Do you like regulus?

i have a love hate relationship with regulus…. i love him as a he/him lesbian who doesn’t care about or understand gender but he still can’t shake the desire for traditional marriage values and stability. i love regulus in m/f regtunia where it’s enough of a rebellion for them to reject their beginnings, but they won’t rebel like lily or sirius. they want to budget together and have a little house and they want to kiss. i love regulus who’s insane by association, but he himself is boring and a little unspecial. i love regulus who’s gigantic lily’s tiny he/him girlfriend. i love canon regulus in my version of bartylus where they’re just teenage boys together. i love regulus who’ll always be sirius’ sibling no matter what universe he’s in and no matter what their relationship is

i’m not a jegulus shipper because the mainstream concept of them doesn’t interest me and makes me feel a little icky. if you’re a (mainly) jeggy blog that i follow then it’s because i do like jegulus, and your version has captivated me body and soul <3 i’m not immune to lesbian jegulus either. overall tho jegulus is the least interesting regulus ship to me! i reblogged a very good post about exactly why only yesterday which you can read here. i also don’t tend to like him with the marauders. it doesn’t interest me that he would befriend them by default by dating james and i think his own relationships and friendships are far more interesting. i also think regulus’ and sirius’ relationship is far more interesting when they don’t share a friend group. i’m not personally a fan of the skittles and the marauders sort of. mixing together. i don’t think it would be good for either of the black brothers and it’s them that interest me the most. i don’t tend to like the idea james has to juggle both black brothers if there was to be conflicts between them (which there will be) because to me james would always choose sirius

i also don’t, personally, like this whole martyr esque characterization he’s gotten. as if he’s always been haunting the narrative in the harry potter books. i think he’s a little loser who canonically had voldy posters on his walls, and to me his sacrifice wasn’t because he even changed. to me that was for his brother and his brother only. i don’t like the hc that he was forced, had a secret plan, or was always good. i like my regulus confused and fucked up and loyal to the bone. i like him in his own orbit, failing massively at navigating through life and wants and desires and musts

so. i love the regulus who lives in my mind and i love my mutuals regulus!! i don’t tend to like the general opinion of him in the marauders fandom