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Just them🤍

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Just them🤍

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Regulus I forgot to post :)

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✺ (3/27) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: birthday — 1,009 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; sugary waffles and a very happy birthday for the world’s greatest dad —love, harry and regulus)

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet, darling,” Regulus whispers, shooting Harry an amused look.

Harry cups both hands around his mouth, whispers between them, “Sorry, papa.”

With a quiet snort, Regulus ruffles the mess of his dark hair —made even worse by the fact that they’ve only been awake and out of bed for all of thirty minutes. Getting ready for the day had been put on hold in favor of tiptoeing around the kitchen, being as quiet as humanly possible for a five year old who’s over-excited to make his dad waffles for his birthday. Regulus is under no illusion that James is actually still sleeping in their bed, but they’ll both pretend for the sake of their son.

“Should we put whipped cream on top?” Regulus suggests as he drops the fresh waffle onto a plate.

Harry nods hurriedly. “And rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry! Like a sundae!”

“Of course,” Regulus chuckles.

He follows the little boy’s giggled instruction, allowing Harry to be the one that tells him when to finally stop piling the whipped cream on (there’s more whipped cream than there is waffle, by that point). Regulus hands off the shaker of sprinkles, lets Harry take that over as well. In the middle of watching him, he notices his phone light up on the counter. Reaching for it and finding a message notification on the screen, his lips curl upward.

How bad is it?

Regulus eyes the mountain of whipped cream on top of the thick waffle on the plate. Harry has taken it upon himself to try to cover every inch of the sugar pile with rainbow sprinkles, tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration. It’s the same thing James unconsciously does while deeply focused and it warms something in Regulus’ chest to see it.

He snaps a quick, secret photo, unnoticed by the boy, and sends it off with no comment. The moving dots of a reply show up near-immediately.

Say goodbye to my abs, I guess

Regulus laughs a touch too loudly at the message, startling Harry out of his focus. With a furrowed brow, Harry lifts a hand, holding a finger to his mouth and shushing him.

“Too loud, papa,” He admonishes.

“Sorry, darling,” Regulus mutters, a grin unchanging from his face. “Maybe we’re finished with the sprinkles, yeah?”

Harry nods his head but continues shaking the container over one last section of the plate until he’s satisfied. He plops a bright red cherry on top of the colorful, sugary mess, then wide green eyes are looking up at Regulus.

“Do we have birthday candles?”

Regulus nods. “In the drawer by the sink.”

Before he can move to retrieve them, Harry scrambles off his stool and goes to do it for him. He comes scurrying back over, holding up the package for Regulus to take.

“How old is daddy now, papa?”

“He’s just turned thirty today,” Regulus answers, voice purposefully louder than moments before.

Exactly as expected, his phone buzzes with another message shortly after his voice carries from the kitchen.

Quit smiling about it

Regulus laughs quietly to himself, sends back a quick ‘never’ and tucks his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite Harry’s suggestion to try to fit all thirty candles on the melting pile of whipped cream, Regulus talks him down to just three. They’re very carefully situated and lit, Regulus balancing the plate on his palm to carry it down to the bedroom. Harry rushes ahead, feet thumping hurriedly on the hardwood before he pushes the door open.

James, bless him, is in fact pretending to be asleep still. His phone sits set aside on the nightstand, his arm tossed over his face where he’s sprawled dramatically in the center of the bed. Harry creeps around the side, tiptoeing once again and glancing back at Regulus behind him.

“Should we wake him?” Harry whispers.

James chooses that precise moment to make a loud snoring sound that send Harry clapping both little hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Regulus smiles widely, fond gaze flickering back and forth between his husband and his son. Harry looks at him expectantly once again and waits for a nod of approval before clambering up onto the bed.

He’s poised to pounce right on his father, wake him up enthusiastically, but before he’s given the chance, James jolts upright toward him with a playful roar. Harry squeals loudly, losing himself in a fit of giggles when he’s scooped into James’ arms, relentless fingers tickling at his sides.

“Papa, help!” Harry shrieks between peals of laughter.

“Papa can’t help you now,” James threatens jokingly. 

Regulus snorts, shaking his head. “Okay, lit candles here, let’s settle for a minute, yeah?”

James finally gives Harry a reprieve, both of them breathless and pink in the face. Harry flops onto his back between James’ outstretched legs, the bedsheet tangled around one thick thigh and the opposite calf. James makes a ‘bring it here’ motion with his hand and Regulus steps forward, carefully perching on the side of the bed nearest to the two of them. Harry hauls himself into a sitting position, watching eagerly as Regulus holds the plate out in front of where James sits.

“You have to make a birthday wish, daddy!” Harry tells him.

“What, you’re not going to sing to me?” James replies.

“No,” Regulus says immediately, earning a loud laugh from his husband. “Blow out your candles, the whipped cream is melting.”

James sneers at him but adjusts his lopsided glasses to stare at the flickering candle flames. His hazel eyes dart to Harry in front of him, then to Regulus at his left. A wide smile stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, helpless adoration bright in his gaze.

He locks eyes with Regulus for a long moment, the two sharing a fond, knowing look. James doesn’t have to say a thing for Regulus to know what he’s thinking; what else is there to wish for, when this is what life looks like?

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Remus convinced Sirius and james that David Bowie was the muggle version of Merlin and that Bowie was seen as a muggle god, this ended up becoming a joke for all the Gryffindor muggle borns/half bloods who knew who Bowie was. This continued all the way to harry Potter sitting in Gryffindor tower with Ron Weasley who is wondering if muggles say "oh for Bowie's sake" instead of "oh for Merlin's sake" little did they know 20 years prior James and Sirius where sat in the same dorm having almost the exact same conversation.

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Happy Birthday to one of the man I love the most ♡♡♡

My light my love ♡

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good morning, cmybn is dead, this is a jegulus kiss.

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good morning, cmybn is dead, this is a jegulus kiss.

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oh, to love someone as much as remus lupin loves sirius black.

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🗣️🗣️REG IN JAMES’ JUMPER🗣️🗣️

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reg, ur sirius is showing…

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this is my favourite thing in the entire universe.

creds to @wolfstar_zahri on ig <3

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i know love is real, because i feel it way too much. but i cant help but wonder if it´s actually real, because i´ve never felt it in return.

#unlovable #i feel lonely #never been in love #never been loved #sad thoughts

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Seriously...

Why am I filled with so much love, yet remain unlovable...

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"I might not be able to share my stories with my grandchildren one day, but I’ll write them down." when i read that part it felt like it was cruching and suffocating me. Only to realize that it was healing parts of me i didn´t knew were broken.

I wasn’t made for love. Or to be loved. Or to feel love.

And I think, I’m starting to be ok with it.

I might not be able to share my stories with my grandchildren one day, but I’ll write them down.

Maybe one day - in a hundred years time - someone will read them. And maybe that’ll make them realise, that they’re in love with somebody. But just like always… that somebody won’t be me.

And that’s ok, because I’ll be long gone by then.

So yeah, I’m ok with it. I was proven right - that I am just not meant to be loved - so many times. Hell, people even keep telling me, that they can’t imagine someone being in love with me.

I love love and I’d be more than grateful, if I can live a long and healthy life and witness other people’s love. Knowing they’re content, will be enough.

I just know it.

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I got interrupted mid talking and got told I talk a lot.

Suddenly, in my head I was 13 again, trying to find the courage to speak to people more.

Maybe I should have just stayed silent.

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She is my moon.

Just like the moon, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and you're not even from my world.

Just like the moon, you light my path in the dark forest and between all the neon lights and buildings in the city, you're still the brightest.

Just like the moon, I can only look at you for a few moments of my day, that's why I decided to start working during nights, although some people call it graveyard shift for a reason.

And just like the moon, even though you say you love me, I know I can't have you because you will always be far away from my heart, no matter how hard I try to reach, space isn't meant to mingle with earth.

And while you force your way through my window, let me just have you and look at you while music plays in the background until I finally decide to close the curtains and be in the dark once and for all.

Fox D.