Gift for @honeycaksy - Regulus' Son au - 678 words
Regulus's eyes shot open at the sounding of a baby's wail, and he wondered for a moment just how long he'd been crying before it dragged Regulus from his unconsciousness. Once the moment passed, he kicked the covers off to step over to the bassinet.
Alphie's little face was scrunched and red as he cried, kicking his feet. He looked adorable, but the noises were ear piercing and heart shattering.
Carefully, Regulus scoopeed his baby into his arms, shushing him softly as he padded to the kitchen to make up a bottle, speaking to the boy quietly in French as he screamed.
"There we are." He cooed as he finally got the bottle in the little boy's mouth, his cries quieting to whimpers.
Returning to his bed, Regulus sat, cradling Alphie as he drank. Like magic, the baby's eyes drooped again, sucking sleepily and staring up at Regulus with the widest silver eyes.
"Why can't you just let me sleep, hm?" Regulus asked, and shockingly, the infant did not respond.
Regulus was barely holding his eyes open as the boy finished his bottle and promptly burped. He stayed sleepy and pliant as Regulus carried him back to his bed, but started whimpering the second Regulus' hands left him.
"Oh, what is it now?" Regulus said, voice quiet. Honestly, if he didn't get to sleep soon, Regulus was going to burst into absolutely pathetic tears.
He carried Alphie back to the bed, slumping down with Alphie on his chest. Alphie's eyes slowly dropped closed, little mouth hanging open as he started to drool on Regulus' chest. Despite his hardest efforts, Regulus dozed off shortly after.
…
"Christ, Reg, how'd you survive it?"
Regulus glanced up at Remus' words, watching Sirius and a five year old Alphie chase each other around the garden. "Mm. I survived Sirius. It wasn't much different."
Remus snorted. "Sure, but you weren't raising Sirius."
"That's what he thinks."
"Oi!" Sirius approached, Alphie perched on his shoulders. "Are you talking about me behind my back, Moony? I'm hurt."
"I'm so sorry, Pads. I'll make it up to you immediately."
"Sirius, if you drop my son—"
"I'm not!"
Remus reached out to pluck Alphie from Sirius' shoulders, balancing him on his hip, asking if the boy wanted the biscuits inside and grinning when the boy started giggling.
Sirius pursed his lips, hands on his hips. "Look, you let him steal my nephew."
"Isn't Remus his uncle too, technically?"
"It's not the same." He scowled.
"Did you win your game of tag?" Regulus asked, following behind Remus and the giggling child in his arms slowly.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I take it you lost then?"
"Shut up."
…
"Potter's son? Really?" Regulus asked, fighting the urge to curl his lip. "Are you sure? How about Lovegood's daughter, she seems nice?"
A seven year old Alphie scowled, dropping his head on the kitchen island. "I like Harry. He's fun. Not boring. Like some people."
"Eat your food." Regulus said, frowning. "And I am not boring."
"You are. You're all stuffy and whatever." He jabbed a finger into his sandwich. "I want to play outside and do pranks on people, like Sirius!"
"Oh, why would you do that?"
"Dad!"
Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You can be friends with whoever you like. Just… don't do anything stupid, all right? Don't make me have to rescue you."
Alphie pouted, eating a vegetable off his plate. "What if I need you to save me?"
Regulus propped his chin on his hand. "I'll be there anyway. Just don't need me to. You're smarter than that."
"So… Can I have a playdate with Harry?" He asked, little face slowly lighting up.
"I… suppose." Regulus sighed, standing up straight. "Just don't do anything stupid."
Alphie sprang to his feet. "I have to go write to Harry now!"
"What about your lunch—Alphie?" Regulus sighed again, watching his son bolt to his room, his food left on the table nearly untouched.
Well, surely there were worse influences.
Right?
















