Remus: okay Harry, can you spell “blue”?
*5-year-old Harry*: B-L……-E…-U
James: no sweetie, that’s not-
Regulus coming from the kitchen: THAT’S FRENCH!
James: love, I don’t think he-
Regulus: MON PETIT GÉNIE!


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Remus: okay Harry, can you spell “blue”?
*5-year-old Harry*: B-L……-E…-U
James: no sweetie, that’s not-
Regulus coming from the kitchen: THAT’S FRENCH!
James: love, I don’t think he-
Regulus: MON PETIT GÉNIE!
little goldcrest from an originally unfinished ms paint sketch to now a finished krita piece
James, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys.
Regulus: What?? No???
James, immediately taking his feet off the table: Oh thank godric, that felt horrible
law - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 249 - cw: slight homophobia
"Did you see this utter garbage?" Walburga spluttered, throwing the Daily Prophet on the table in disgust, her lip twitching as she looked between Regulus and Orion like they'd been the ones to print the morning news. "I can't believe what the world is coming to. I swear, when the Dark Lord rises to power, everyone will be better off."
Biting his tongue, Regulus glanced down at the paper. There, in big, bold letters, the headline read: LAW PASSED: GAY MARRIAGE LEGAL FOR WIZARDS IN THE UK.
His stomach swooped, tears suddenly springing into his eyes. It was everything he'd ever hoped for and far more than he'd dared dream. "Fuck," he muttered, hands shaking.
For once, mother didn't admonish him for his language. "Too right," she murmured, mistaking his cursing for disgust.
But Regulus was too busy trying not to scream with joy. "May I be excused, father?" he asked politely, already standing up from the table.
Orion grunted, too busy not paying attention to his family to notice. But Regulus didn't care. He was stumbling upstairs to his room, trying to figure out how to contact–
A screech made him look up to his window, the sight of Adonis, the Potters' owl, making him break into a smile. Trembling, he opened the hastily-scrawled note.
Leave now. Marry me. Please, Reg. -J
He didn't look back. Grabbing a few important things, Regulus stole for the Floo and disappeared, happier than he'd ever ever been in his entire life.
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James: You know, for someone who pretends to hate me, you sure keep showing up where I am.
Regulus: You’re loud. I hear you from three corridors away and come to stop the embarrassment.
Barty: he’s stalking you. Like a very gay nature documentary.