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Teenage Daughters (one shot)
Regulus Black AU
Request: Can you write a one-shot about Regulus dealing with teenage daughters who are fighting all the time? Like they are fighting over stuff in their room and Regulus finally enough and makes them move to different rooms.
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 
Rating: Teen
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“GIVE IT BACK!”
“I HATE YOU!”
Regulus sat on the couch trying to ignore the sounds of his teenage daughters yelling at the top of their lungs at each other. Sighing, Regulus tried to focus on the newspaper in front of him as the yelling continued. He tried to think about what got him into the predicament.
Y/n just had to go on a weekend trip. It's no wonder the poor woman is ready to scream.
I’m in this mess because I can’t keep my hands to myself.
Regulus sighed at the latter of the two thoughts. That was definitely true. Why on earth the two of you thought that having two daughters so close together was a good idea was beyond him?
It's no wonder mum and dad were crazy. They did the same thing. Sirius and I probably pushed them over the edge.
Looking up from the newspaper, he focused his attention on his eight-year-old son who was looking at him with an expression that said: “help me.” Oliver had come out of his room half an hour ago after shrieking at his sisters that he was trying to read. All that came from that was Astrid or Helena tossing a book at him. Oliver took off down the stairs to his father for safety.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be quiet soon enough.”
Regulus said, half wishing that he believed himself. Oliver groaned.
“Daddy, why are girls so difficult?”
Regulus couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on his face. He was almost positive that he had asked Orion that once as a child when Bellatrix and Andromeda was fighting over something at a family function.
“Not all girls are difficult, son. Helena and Astrid will calm down soon enough…when the hormones stop and they…you know what, I don’t know.”
Oliver put his head down on the table before looking up.
“Mummy isn’t difficult.”
Regulus nearly choked from laughter at that one. Sure you weren’t difficult….most of the time. That didn’t mean that there weren’t times, mostly when you were pregnant, when you left Regulus baffled and looking for a place to hide.
“Yeah, well she’s mummy.”
Regulus went back to reading his newspaper and Oliver turned to look out the window. He frowned when a few articles of clothing came falling down through an upstairs window. Oliver quickly turned back to Regulus.
“Daddy, look at that.”
Regulus turned to look out the window as some more clothes fell. Regulus sighed and put his newspaper down.
“Well…that isn’t something that happens every day.”
He stood up and walked upstairs where the shrieking was continuing. Walking into his daughter’s shared room, Helena had Astrid halfway out the window yelling at her to get something back.
“Okay, that’s enough.”
Regulus snapped before walking over and pulling both Helena and Astrid from the window and sitting both down in opposite places.
“Alright, what is going on?”
Both Astrid and Helena start screaming about how the other one is a pain to live with and all they do is piss the other off. Regulus’ eyes widened and he wondered why the hell he just asked that question.
“You two need to stop! You’re both driving me crazy! I mean it. Both of you are always fighting and I'm sick of it. It's time the both of you need to learn to live apart. Astrid, get your stuff, you're going to the guest room. What do you think about that?”
Both Astrid and Helena instantly smiled. Neither seemed to notice how bewildered their father looked.
“You're the best dad! I’ll get my stuff!”
Astrid said cheerfully and went to gather up the things that would be put into her new room. Regulus blinked a few times wondering if settling that fight was really that easy. Scratching his head, Regulus turned and walked toward the door. He knew that you would probably have something to say about how he handled this but for the moment this was good enough. Regulus turned around and looked at his daughters who were now happy as can be.
I remember when I was so excited for them to start talking…what the hell happened?”
“Well, hurry it up!”
Regulus snapped before stomping back down the stairs muttering to himself about it being the time to “get the snip” after all. Sitting down he went back to the newspaper and the sentence that he read at least seven times.
“I am never having more children…fuck that!”
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rosemarilee · 7 months
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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
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fiasco95 · 8 days
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Regulus: I’m stretched a little thin today, so I need you to do the grocery shopping, check in on the kids and maybe clean up those branches in the front garden.
James: Done and done!
Regulus: Is that an expression or did you only remember two of the things I said?
James:
James: …The second.
Regulus, sighing: I’ll leave you a message.
James: Okay!
Regulus, ringing James to leave a voicemail:
James, picking up the call: YELLO!
Regulus, shaking his head: …James.
James: Sorry!! Call back!!
(Jegulus as Phil & Claire from Modern Family, again.)
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daddiesdrarryy · 1 month
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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!
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thebisexualwreckoning · 2 months
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just imagining jegulus dads!au where harry is nervous about dressing up as a princess or something for halloween so James Potter, 6'1" bear of a man wears like a little sparkly skirt because no one is making his son feel ashamed for wanting to wear a bloody skirt and regulus didn't think he could fall even more in love with James but here we are
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reysdriver · 9 months
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Calling For You | R.B.
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Your youngest daughter wakes up and immediately wants her dad — dad!regulus x mom!reader fluff
warnings: none :)
words: 0.4k
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You gently nudged your elbow into Regulus’ chest to wake him up. He hummed quickly with his eyes still closed, trying to ask why you woke him up even though words weren’t forming yet. 
“Ascella’s up; She wants you.” You mumbled, wanting to stay asleep as well. 
Your previous words were proven right when Ascella’s high-pitched cry for her father tore through the hallway. 
Regulus shook his head. “No, I definitely heard ‘mama’.”
She definitely said ‘dada’. Just over a year old and she was already a daddy’s girl. 
He was up late reading to her last night. Every time he finished a story and put her down in her crib, she would become more awake than ever. You understood that Regulus was tired, but you also knew your little Ascella wanted her dad. 
“Reg, you know she’s not going to be happy if I go in there instead of you.” You tried again. 
“Yes she will, she’s a happy baby.”
Just when you were about to get up and attempt to calm her down anyways, the sound of your door opening and a small fist pounding against the wood filled the room and interrupted your action. 
“Dad, Ascella’s calling for you. She’s so loud even though she’s so little.” You looked at Perseus covering his ears as he said the last part and his little gesture made you smile. 
You turned your head to your husband. “I told you she wants you.”
Regulus let out a groan as he stood up. “Alright, I’ll go to her.” He trudged across the room, patting your son on the back as he was too tired for a good morning hug. 
The little boy ran to you as soon as his dad left the room, and he took Regulus’ place beside you. Even though you knew you would have to get up soon, a good cuddle was impossible to resist.
You pulled Perseus into your arms and pressed a kiss to the hair he had inherited from his dad’s side of the family. “I’m so glad you don’t wake us up like that anymore.”
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yourgalgremlin · 2 months
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“Tell me about your fav Marauders character”
Marauders fandom:
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themanfromeire · 30 days
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Ma'am, your daughter is not okay. Her favourite trope is found family
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evyltalks · 8 months
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Prompt : baby harry with jegulus + James playing guitar for Harry
This makes my heart melt
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breeistired · 4 months
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Regulus: “Do you want to sleep together?”
James: *Shocked and flustered.* “Oh! Yes please. My dorm or yours?”
Regulus: “We can do it at mine. 9PM, sharp don’t be late.”
James: “Yes love.”
*EXACTLY AT 9PM*
*James knocking on the door with a crop top and gray sweatpants. Spraying some cologne he stole from Sirius*
Regulus: “It’s open!”
James walking in and immediately sitting on the edge of the bed: “How do you want to start this?”
Regulus: “Just lay down.”
James: *Already doing what Regulus said.* “Then what?”
Regulus laying beside him and putting his head on his chest: “Alright goodnight.”
James: “What? I thought we were sleeping together?”
Regulus: “We are?”
James: “You gave me the wrong idea!”
Regulus understanding why he got confused: “Oh. That’s later.”
James: “What?!”
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causereyna-artie · 4 months
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Just incase you're having a bad day, I want you to know that in some universe Fleamont Potter is probably throwing it back Desi drunk dad style at a jegulus wedding
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leavemeqlone · 3 months
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Sirius: so as I was saying-
Remus: it’s too quiet in here..
James: weird
Teddy and Harry run down the stairs giggling.
James: what did you do?
Regulus from upstairs: EDWARD REMUS JOHN LYALL LUPIN AND HARRY JAMES FLEAMONT BLACK-POTTER!
Sirius: uh oh
James: What did you do?!
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breadcat-xx · 11 days
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@jegulus-microfic
22.05.2024 - control - 539 words
“We’ve got everything under control, right Haz?”
Regulus smiles fondly at the screen of his phone when Harry appears next to James. He’s wearing his dinosaur jammies, the blue one with red triceratopses all over it. He smiles widely at the camera. It’s an adorable sight; one of his front teeth is missing and his glasses are a little askew. Regulus wishes he could pull him into a tight hug right then and there.
“Daddy, I learned about stars at school today!” He exclaims excitedly, prying the phone from James’ hands in an attempt to get all of Regulus’ attention. “I told Ms. Jones you’re an astrologist.” Harry puts great care into pronouncing the word, wanting to get it right. It took him a while to get the hang of the exact pronunciation, so he takes pride in being able to say it correctly.
“Did you?” Regulus asks with a smile, shifting against the headboard of his hotel bed. It’s not nearly as comfortable as the bed they have at home, but it does the job.
“Yes! I also told her you’re in America for a big science party.”
It’s endearing how proud Harry seems to be, even if he doesn’t fully understand what it is his dad does. By now, he’s told all of his teachers and all of his friends that Regulus is away for the week. It’s a little embarrassing, but mostly sweet. Harry loves loudly. He really takes after James when it comes to that.
“I know you’d love to talk to dad for hours, but I’m afraid it’s already past your bed time.” James interrupts their conversation. Harry whines and pouts, which makes Regulus smile again. “Come on, darling.” He says. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I promise we’ll talk longer then.” Harry makes a face, but eventually nods and gets up. “I miss you.” He says. “Not as much as I miss you.” That makes the boy smile a little. They exchange i-love-you’s and then he’s off to brush his teeth.
When James appears on his screen again, his husband looks tired. He can’t blame him; taking care of a six year old all by yourself is one hell of a task. “You’re doing so well, love.” He tells him. James looks at him with warm and loving eyes and doesn’t say anything for a moment. “I can’t wait to pick you up at the airport on Thursday.” He mutters eventually. “Me either.”
They simply look at each other in complete silence for the next minute or so. They’re so far apart, and yet, Regulus feels so loved by the man on the screen. Words can’t describe how much he means to him. The peace is disturbed by Harry’s “I’m ready!”. James chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair. “I’ve got to put the little monkey to bed.” He says. “Text me later?” Regulus nods. “Will do.”
“I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
When the call ends, Regulus feels recharged and ready to go to the fifth stand-up reception he’s attended in three days. He can’t wait for Thursday to come around, but in the meantime, he’s at peace knowing his boys back home are doing perfectly fine.
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ellecdc · 18 days
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Helloo!!!
Fisrt: I bloody love your blog, you knoked me up on Poly!Moonwater and now I always think about them.
Second: Could I request black brother centric fic? Like it’s a Poly!wolfstar X reader, (or literally any ship that you like involving Sirius), where they have a kid, and Sirius is like watching them play alongside Reg, and he just starts spiralling bc he’s afraid that he might become like his parents, and Reg starts comforting him taking in account what they had to go through, and their relationship growing ecc… and he’s like “Just the fact that you’re worrying means you’re not like that, you’re doing a great job.” And Sirius just dies crying with him.
Obv only if you feel comfortable writing it!! Thank you!!!
those poor sad boys; what I wouldn't do for them
parents!wolfstar x reader but it's Sirius and Regulus centric
CW: brief mention of Black brother's childhood, Sirius spiralling, Regulus talking sense into him, baby wolfstar being a certified menace, hurt/comfort
Regulus should have known there was an ulterior motive to Sirius’ “are you busy this afternoon?” text. 
Not that Regulus didn’t like spending time with his older brother (though he would staunchly deny that he did if Sirius ever asked), but it wasn’t common for Sirius to invite him over unprompted.
And sure enough, as Regulus stepped through the floo at your, Remus, and Sirius’ shared home, he quickly realised why.
Your pudgy little offspring (that Regulus loved more than life itself) was sitting in a booster seat at the kitchen island as she shoved some form of noodle into her mouth and babbled at Sirius which sounded nonsensical to Regulus but seemed to make perfect sense to Sirius as he answered her queries.
And you and Remus were nowhere to be found. 
“Look who it is, babygirl!” Sirius cheered as Regulus stepped into the kitchen, though Regulus could see some of his brother’s usual enthusiasm was curbed.
“Unc’Regloo!” Aurora cheered excitedly as she raised her messy fists up into the air much like she was cheering at a quidditch match. 
“How’s my future little seeker?” Regulus asked as he planted a kiss into the toddler’s  hair.
“Please.” Sirius scoffed as Regulus knew he would. “She’s going to be a beater like her Papa, obviously.”
Sirius and Remus (though Remus certainly only did it to get a rise out of Sirius) argued emphatically over who the child looked more alike - Sirius or Remus - having kept the biological father unknown.
Regulus was happy to note though that the child was nearly a carbon copy of you; She had your hair, your eyes, and your smile. 
But the way the child ‘pat Regulus’ arm lovingly’ [leaving a small orange coloured handprint on his pressed shirt] was all Sirius. 
“Where’s your better third’s?” Regulus asked as he leaned against the granite countertops - well out of reach of Sirius’ mischievous offspring [and her messy hands]. 
Sirius spared him a half-hearted glare as he turned back to watch his daughter. “Daddy had an interview at Hogwarts today and mummy is at the Ministry.” Sirius explained as if it had been Aurora who had asked the question.
“I see why you called, then.” Regulus added solemnly, turning to look at the child. “I wouldn’t want to leave you alone with Papa either.”
The child giggled as she shoved more noodles into her mouth, but Regulus turned to see Sirius staring at the child dejectedly.
“Sirius?”
Sirius cleared his throat and seemed to ‘shake himself off’ as he asked Aurora to drink some water and then helped her clean her hands and face [and even her hair; Salazar, babies were messy]. 
“Papa! Can play outside?” Aurora asked excitedly, clasping her hands under her chin and batting her lashes at her father as if she were asking for something quite outlandish.
“Of course, sweetheart! Lead the way!” Sirius agreed readily, following the child out the sliding back door as Regulus followed the pair. 
Aurora was no sooner pouring sand into a little plastic bucket before Sirius let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Reg.” He whispered quietly.
Regulus surveyed his brother in bemusement; Sirius sat on the patio furniture with his elbows on his knees and one hand covering his mouth as he stared unseeingly at his daughter.
“You’re supervising your child during playtime, Sirius.” Regulus offered, causing Sirius to scoff unamusedly. 
“I’m going to fuck it up; all of it. I don’t know why I ever thought I could do this, because I can’t.” 
“Whoa, whoa.” Regulus interrupted quickly, turning his body directly towards his brother. “You can’t do what exactly?”
“Any of it, Regulus.”
“You can’t love Remus and Y/N?” Regulus asked simply.
“Well, no not that; I mean, of course I do-”
“You can’t love that sweet little girl over there who thinks you just hung the stars because you agreed to let her play in dirt?” He continued, gesturing to said child who was now dumping the bucket of sand on top of her head and squealing in delight. 
“I….I don’t know how to be good… To be a good husband and father to them, Reg. I don’t know how to be…to be better; better than them.” 
The them remained unexplained, but both brother’s knew who Sirius was referring to.
“Well,” Regulus started with a sigh, turning back to watch Aurora jump up and run over only to slam her little body into Sirius’ larger one. 
Sirius, for his part, pretended to have the wind knocked out of him causing the child to squeal before he scooped her up into his arms and planted three smacking kisses to her sand covered face, and plopping her back on the ground for her to toddle back off again. 
“Mother would have had your head for squealing like that.” Regulus said simply, causing Sirius to let out a sigh that sounded awfully close to a sob. “Father would have backhanded you for getting sand on his trousers. Kreacher would have been ordered to lock you in your room for daring to touch a guest with dirty little hands if we had ever dared to eat without utensils.”
He took a deep breath before he turned his now shining eyes back to his big brother; the only family member who ever showed him any amount of love and affection throughout his entire childhood that wasn’t conditional or performative. “And I don’t know that I was ever kissed by our parents. Were you? Do you remember them pressing a kiss to our cheeks?”
Sirius shook his head minutely as both brothers pretended they didn’t notice the tears falling down his face. 
“That child is far more loved by you alone than the two of us ever were growing up, and the best part is that she knows she’s that loved.” Regulus pressed, looking back towards his niece as she moved towards a water table Sirius had called Regulus over to help Remus build a few weeks ago whilst he and you drank spiked lemonade and watched them struggle. 
“And that’s not even taking into account the amount of family she has surrounding her; me, the Potter’s, Remus’ parents, and you Marauders.” He spat as if it was a dirty word, causing Sirius to chuckle wetly. 
“And Siri…” Regulus stated more earnestly, forcing Sirius to make eye contact with him before continuing. “The fact that you’re even worried about it tells me you’re already far better than them, yeah?”
Sirius chuckled wetly again as he squeezed his eyes shut; more tears falling as he nodded his head. 
Both boys were surprised when a small hand appeared on Sirius’ cheek, gently wiping at the tears adorning her father’s face.  “Why Papa cry? Papa have owie?”
Sirius laughed again and pulled himself together. “No, Papa doesn’t have an owie darling girl.”
“Papa sad?” She asked again, tilting her head slightly as if that might help her understand her father’s predicament any better.
“Papa was sad, but he feels a lot better now that you’re here.” He said with a smile. “Better not leave me here alone with your uncle again though, otherwise he might make me cry again.”
Regulus scoffed derisively before Aurora pointed a stern glare at him that wasn’t particularly intimidating but sweet Merlin did she ever look like you.
“Bad unc-Regloo! Make Papa cry!” She shouted as she hopped off her father’s lap and made for Regulus. 
Regulus - not willing to find out what exactly the child had in store for him - hopped out of his seat and took off in a ‘run’ which began a squeal-laughing chase around the backyard as Sirius laughed and cheered Aurora on.
“That’s right, baby girl! Avenge your father! Make sure to get his ribs; that’s where he’s most ticklish!”
Yeah, Regulus thought to himself, Sirius really has nothing to worry about at all. 
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yourgalgremlin · 29 days
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🖕🏽JKR, these bítches gay
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lackadaisicallizard · 8 months
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Sundays
Growing up, Regulus hated Sundays. 
Sundays were mornings spent in church, pretending to the world that they were a perfect family. Sundays were stuffy clothes and tight ties wrapped around throats spouting nothing but lies about the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 
Sundays were carefully coordinated games disguised as family lunches, the entire extended family coming together to outdo each other in just how well they were doing. Sundays were masterclasses in manipulation, lies and deceit. 
But now, fifteen years later on the most ordinary of all days, Regulus can hear voices coming from the kitchen. 
“I think that’s enough eggs, Haz, why don’t you add more flour now?” 
“How much do I need to add?” 
“I have no idea, just pour until it looks right.” 
Sliding on his slippers, Regulus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe for a moment, watching the scene in front of him. 
“How’s it going there?” His husband peers into the mixing bowl that seems to have more eggs in it than any hen could feasibly lay in a year. 
“The flour won’t come out of the bag,” Harry says with a frown. 
“Try banging on the end of it,” James suggests and before Regulus can even consider stepping in to stop him, their son does just that. He is far too much like his father for his own good sometimes. 
Flour ends up everywhere. 
“Papa’s going to kill me,” Harry groans through a layer of white dust. 
“Papa doesn’t have to know,” James says, “you finish the batter and I’ll clean it up.” 
Harry stirs it, a puff of flour rising into the air. “I think it may be beyond saving now, Dad.” 
“J’en ai marre,” their heads whip around at the sound of Regulus’ voice, both faces a similar mask of concern. “You two are useless.” 
He steps into the kitchen now, holding out his hand for the bowl, which Harry passes him with a guilty expression. “I love you?” 
Regulus’ own expression softens completely at that and he places the bowl on the counter before holding out his arms for his son. Harry moves into them without hesitation, being pulled into a warm embrace and leaning into his father. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie,” Regulus says, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s soft curls before pulling back and looking at him in the eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can get flour all over my kitchen though, compris?” 
“Oui papa, désolé. We were just trying to make you breakfast in bed.” 
“It’s true,” James cuts in, a smile pulling up the corner of his lips, “we know you’ve had a long week so we thought we’d make some pancakes.” 
Regulus smiles back, he can’t help himself. “I’m not sure which one of you thought you could pull that off considering the great scrambled egg fiasco last month.” 
“Those eggs were delicious and you know it!” 
“I had to go to the store for more and make them myself.” 
“… my comment still stands,” James says with a grin and Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband. 
“Harry, go and fetch the chocolate chips from the cupboard and I’ll attempt to salvage this.” 
Harry disappears into the pantry and as Regulus starts to decanter as much flour as he can from the very floury bowl, he feels arms wrap around him from behind. 
“I’m sorry about the flour,” James’ voice is low in his ear. 
Regulus hums. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.” 
A soft chuckle followed by lips against his hair. “I’m also sorry for ruining your Sunday, love. I know it’s the first day you’ve had off in a while.” 
But the thing is, he hasn’t. 
Because Regulus knows what a bad Sunday feels like. They’re ingrained into his brain. 
But this right here? Making far too much batter to even out the mountain of flour that he can’t salvage from the bowl. Allowing his son to add almost an entire bag of chocolate chips to the mixture. Watching his husband smother a tower of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream. Cleaning up an incredibly messy kitchen together as a family after they’ve done. 
Well, this is what Sundays are now. They’re not perfect, or proper, or in the least bit civilised. 
And he loves every one. 
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