single dad!Regulus Black x fem!reader who owns a toy shop [1.4k words]
for @honeycaksy my love, inspired by this darling piece of art <3
CW: kid fic, one brief reference to the war, Reg's son is basically 6-year-old Sirius if 6-year-old Sirius had been loved by his parents lol, fluff
Working in a magical toy shop in Diagon Alley meant you weren’t unaccustomed to wily young wix bursting through the doors of your shop to varying levels of accompaniment and supervision. You weren’t, however, accustomed to watching certified doppelgangers of your old schoolmates come barrelling through your doors like a bat out of a boggart cabinet.
“They’re back!” The child screeched, clasping his little hands – stained with marker (both intentional and not) and decorated in an assortment of plasters and stickers – under his chin as he beamed a grand smile (which featured more than a few gaps due to missing teeth) up at the dragon plush toys flying around the ceiling of your shop.
You were simultaneously delighted at the child like wonder of this colourful little wix and also deeply confused to learn that Sirius Black had fathered a child; you’d been certain you read a marriage announcement about the disgraced heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and another one of your former class mates, Remus Lupin approximately, well, six years ago.
“Hello there, young wizard.” You greeted with a wink; the boy spun on his heel to face you, though his eyes did traitorously flit upwards more than a few times to steal a glance at your most popular toys. “What brings you in today?”
Clearly chuffed at being spoken to like a big kid, you watched the child plaster on his most charming smile as he walked up to the checkout counter and offered you a rather posh, polite hand.
The long, jet black hair that seemed as though it was meant to be ruly yet insisted on being un, the way his dress shirt that had apparently been tucked expertly into his trousers by caring parents was ballooning in places along his waistband as it threatened to escape its confines, and the skinned knees adorned with multicoloured plasters made it feel like you had somehow accidentally used a timeturner.
“The flying dragons, madame.” He stated as he shook your hand.
“Wonderful choice, good sir.” You told him as though he was a stock trader and you had insider knowledge. “They are for ages three and up, though, so-”
“Well I’m six!”
Interesting, you consider, maybe Black sired himself a son some other way.
“Brilliant! Well, the adoption cannot be finalized without a payment.”
You expected the child’s face to fall, perhaps at realizing he stopped by the toy shop without his galleons, or even at the fact that he stopped by the toy shop without his parents, but the tiny Sirius clone simply shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the counter with an air of nonchalance.
“That’s alright, my papa will be here soon.”
“Archer. Marius. Black.” A disgruntled voice hissed; the Sirius clone hardly looking contrite as he was hauled up into the air by-
“I have told you time and again not to run off on me like that.” Regulus Black scolded, the withering glare he was shooting the child would have put a lesser man to shame, but the child – Archer, apparently – smiled at him and pressed the palms of his hands to each of the man’s cheeks.
“Sorry, papa.”
Papa?
“Regulus?”
Most of the ire at his…son’s disobedience melted into a cautious surprise as he turned to survey you, one of his former classmates he hadn’t had to think about since the war took over all those years ago.
He let out a chuckle as he hiked the child up further onto his hip; likely mostly for something to do as he gave you a once over. “Merlin…it’s been ages, hasn’t it?”
“I’d say.” You laughed, gesturing to the child on his hip. “I had no idea that you had-”
“A son?” He finished for you.
You smirked as you corrected him. “A mini Sirius.”
You think he might have looked startled for a brief moment before a surprised laugh bubbled out of him. “Yeah, yes. I- you’re right, Archie’s quite…something.” He finished, any ineloquence forgiven at the sound of the child’s laughter as Regulus tickled his belly.
“Papa? Do you know the dragon lady?” Archer asked, causing Regulus to tilt his head at him.
“The dragon lady?”
“The dragon lady!” Archer confirmed, pointing enthusiastically at you.
Regulus, for his part, moved his bemused gaze and tilted head towards you. “The dragon lady?”
You smirked, pointing upwards. “The dragon lady.”
You watched as the puzzle pieces slid together in Regulus’ mind when he tilted his head towards the ceiling; where Archie had run off too in such a hurry, what made you the dragon lady, and why you were conversing with his son.
“You work here.” He deduced, though it was phrased like a question.
“Sort of.” You offered noncommittally, finding almost immediately that you should have known better than to try to play coy with Regulus Black, of all people.
One, perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in your direction had you flustering. “I own the shop.”
With this, Archer shrieked in excitement. “You own the whole shop!?”
Still feeling slightly bashful, even under the enthusiasm of a six year old, you busied yourself with tidying the counter. “I do.”
“So you must have a tonne of dragons!”
You laughed, looking back up to respond only to find yourself caught off guard at finding Regulus’ eyes – soft – already on you.
“I…only have one in my favourite colour.” You replied, maintaining Regulus’ gaze until he looked over at his son.
“What about you, Archie?” Regulus asked his son whose eyes were already turned towards the various plush dragons littering the rafters of your store. “Which one did you want again?”
“That one!” He exclaimed, pointing at a bright red dragon with golden details.
“How very gryffindorian of you, Archer Black.” You teased, earning you a beaming smile from the young wizard and a good natured yet slightly begrudging eyeroll from his father.
“Thank you!” The child cheered, eliciting a playful half-smile from Regulus.
“Yes, thank you, dragon lady.”
“What can I say?” You retorted, doing away with the usual gift bag and readying a toy dragon lead for Archie as you summoned his chosen dragon towards you. “It’s all in a day's work.”
You shared a smile with Regulus as you handed the lead to Archer, the dragon readily taking to flying next to its new master.
“There are a few charms on the dragon; you can set a bed time as well as a wake up time. The dragon will curl up in bed with him for a snuggle and will start flying above the bed when it’s time to wake up. If he’s tough to rouse in the morning, you can also charm it to blow air in his face until he wakes up.” You explained as you exchanged galleons for an instruction pamphlet with Regulus, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline as he looked it over.
“This is quite the charm work.”
“Thank you.” You accepted readily, his eyes flicking back up to you as he seemed to consider something.
“Perhaps…we could meet for a coffee sometime? Or dinner?” He offered tentatively, clearing his throat before he continued. “You know, so we could go over the instructions…make sure I’ve charmed it correctly.”
You smiled to yourself as you looked over at his son – Archer’s attention directed solely at his new companion – remembering that Regulus was quite talented in Charms, and was more than capable of reading your thorough instruction pamphlet.
“Sure, I’d like that.” You accepted, your smile growing when you noticed Regulus’ shoulders relaxing.
“Brilliant.” He smiled, beginning to walk backwards in the direction of the door. “Owl me? Also, owl me when you get more colours of the dragons?”
Archer whipped his head towards you with a delighted smile at that.
“Why?” You laughed. “Are you hoping his favourite colour next week might be slytherin green?”
Regulus, proud as always, lifted his chin defiantly. “As a matter of a fact, I am.”
With this, the two Black’s stepped out of your shop with a final wave in goodbye, and you started wondering if this coffee or dinner you were to join Regulus on was meant to be a date.
hi!! just wondering id you could possible make more dad!regulus fics?
you have some news you keep meaning to share with Regulus, but it's a struggle to find the time to tell him — dad!regulus x mom!reader fluff
warnings: reader is pregnant if you couldn't already tell from the description, I guess a little bit of angst and anxiety but it's mostly sweet
words: 2.4k
a/n: sorry this took so long, I'm actually so slow with requests and its a problem lol but I hope you like this! (also I'm testing out my man Mark as an alternative fancast for Regulus here)
All week, you’d been keeping a secret from your husband.
It’s not that you hadn’t wanted to tell Regulus, you just hadn’t found the right opportunity. With two young children, it’s hard to find a moment alone for a serious discussion, but you knew that moment would come soon enough.
If that moment came today, that would be preferable. You were ready to tell your husband you were pregnant again, and you were hoping you didn’t have to wait any longer.
When Regulus came home from work, Aurora was napping and Perseus was upstairs playing in his room. Your husband dropped his stuff by the door and met you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you while you tended to the food on the stove.
“Hi.” You giggled, melting into his touch. “How was work?”
“It was good.” He responded, then pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting go of you. “How was your day? How were the kids?”
“Wonderful, as always. We went for a walk, did some crafts, and now they’re both upstairs.”
As you spoke, you fixed some curly locks of his hair that were astray, and Regulus watched you, just as in love as when you had first gotten together.
“You look like you’re a couple minutes away from falling asleep.” Regulus noted. “Are you alright?”
You nodded lazily. “I’m fine. I think it’s just from how long it took to get Aurora to bed for her nap.”
That was a lie. You knew it was the pregnancy causing you to feel tired, just as it had been for the last couple days. You weren’t sure why you made up an excuse instead of just telling him right then and there.
“Okay.” He said, skeptical about your answer but doing a wonderful job at hiding it. “Do you want to rest while I finish up dinner? Even just for a little bit?”
“I’m alright, love, really.”
With that, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, your hands tangled in the same hair you had just fixed. You decided while kissing him that now was a good time to tell him.
But before you let go of him, you heard a cascade of footsteps coming down the stairs, which caused you to break the kiss and ditch your mission of telling Regulus.
Perseus ran straight to his dad, so excited to see his dad after he was away at work all day. The little boy wrapped his arms tightly around his father’s legs, and Regulus leaned down to hug him back as well as he could.
“Hey, Perse, did you miss me?” He asked, even though he could make an educated guess on that answer.
“Yes!” The boy nodded. “But I had a good day at home with Mummy!”
“Thank you, baby.” You smiled at him while you continued stirring the pot on the stove.
Your son let go of his dad’s legs, but kept looking up at him. “I drew you a picture today! It’s upstairs in my room.”
“Do you want to show it to me?” Regulus asked.
“After dinner. Can I help Mummy cook?”
Regulus lifted Perseus up and sat him on the counter next to you. “That’s a question for her.”
Your little boy looked at you with pleading eyes, hoping he could help you out, even if that just meant stirring the sauce a couple times.
“I’m almost done, but you can still help me.” You said, handing him the wooden spoon. “Here, you can stir this gently. It’s all hot, so be very careful.”
He nodded, and did as you asked. While he did so, he continued chatting happily with Regulus about all the things you and the kids did today. And when dinner was over, you lifted Perseus off the counter and thanked him heavily for his ‘help’.
Then as you plated it all, you asked Regulus if he could go wake up your daughter and bring her downstairs to eat with you all. He went upstairs, and by the time all the food was on the dinner table, he was coming back, this time with Aurora in his arms.
Her hair was messy from her nap and she was still yawning, but she seemed happy to see you and Regulus, plus a table of food right beside you both.
She babbled the word “mama” as you took her from Regulus and sat her down in her high chair.
“Yes, mama’s here.” You smiled. “And dada, and Perse, and dinner. Let’s eat!”
After dinner, you and Regulus sat on the couch as Perseus and Aurora played on the carpet in front of you, sometimes inviting you into whatever they were doing. The whole time, you were curled up close to your husband, thinking about how you were going to have another baby soon enough, and he had no idea yet.
You could have whispered it to him right there; the moment was sweet enough. But you still wanted to tell him when it was just the two of you, then let the kids know after that.
But you did still whisper something to him. Instead of telling him about the pregnancy, you kissed his cheek and spoke softly close to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He affirmed, lifting your hand lightly and kissing just above your wedding ring.
You smiled and cuddled up even closer to Regulus—if that was even possible—and exhaled calmly.
Later, you and Regulus took the kids upstairs, gave them their baths, and then started running through the usual nighttime routine. As monotonous and tiring as it could be sometimes, you really did cherish bedtime at home.
It always ended with cuddles while you read or told a story to the kids, then getting into bed with your husband, and ever since Perseus was born, that’s been your favourite way to end a day.
You had decided between you and Regulus that you would put Perseus to bed and he would put Aurora in her crib. Once you finished reading Perseus his favourite storybook and he admitted that he was feeling sleepy, you tucked him in tightly and pressed a kiss to the apple of his cheek.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” You whispered.
“Goodnight, Mummy.”
And with that, you got up and closed the door quietly on your way out. You walked down the hall to your bedroom, where Regulus was already sitting on the bed in his pyjamas, reading the book he was keeping on his nightstand.
“She went to sleep quickly?” You asked, picking out a nightgown from your drawer.
“Yeah, really quick.” Regulus responded. “I think playing with her brother tired her out.”
“Well, whatever the reason is, I’m okay with it ‘cause it means we have more time to ourselves.” You teased, heading to the privacy screen in the corner while you changed.
Since having two kids who constantly wanted to be around their parents and had a habit of walking in at the wrong times—sort of like tonight—the door lock and the privacy curtain, which once seemed like nothing but decoration, were now used quite frequently.
“You can’t just say something like that and then hide from me!” Regulus called out.
You smiled and peeked your head out from the partition. “Can’t I?”
Regulus shook his head amusedly and returned to his book while you changed. Once you were done, you threw your dress in the hamper and sat on the bed next to your husband.
“You look stunning tonight, you know that?” Regulus told you, putting down his book and turning to face you. “I love that nightgown on you.”
You rolled your eyes, but crawled even closer to him. “You like anything on me.”
“Well, of course.” He said, reaching out and cupping your face, bringing his lips to your temple. “But you look even more gorgeous than usual tonight. It’s not just the nightgown.”
Regulus had always been quite skilled in flattering you. But tonight, his words were so much more than that, whether he knew it or not.
You laid down, then brought one hand his dark hair, and placed the other on his chest, smoothly pulling him down so he could properly kiss you. He melted into your touch, as always, and leaned down to get as close to you as he could.
Your husband kissed you deeply, yet sweetly. So perfect, you closed your eyes and it felt like you were floating.
While Regulus had one arm pressed down against the mattress to keep himself up and stable on top of you, his other hand found your waist, caressing lightly and pulling you closer.
Then that’s when you felt the rush you’d been waiting to feel all week; this was finally the moment.
You broke the kiss and gently pushed Regulus off of you. He looked slightly concerned. He was worried he’d accidentally done something that had upset you, but that couldn’t have been further from the case.
Seeing it on his face and wanting to let him know everything was alright before you actually spoke, you reached out and held his hand, offering a bit of comfort and reassurance.
You spoke quietly. And you were nervous despite having no reason to be, so you looked into his perfect stormy eyes to ease your nerves. “Regulus, my love, there’s something I need to tell you.”
And just as you opened your mouth to tell him your secret, a low knock at your bedroom door caught your attention.
You sighed and gave Regulus an apologetic look before sitting up and telling Perseus to come in.
The door opened, and your son walked over to your bed, looking stressed.
“What’s wrong, honey?” You inquired, holding out your hand and beckoning him over.
“I can’t find Wilbur.” He replied sadly.
Oh, Wilbur. He was your son’s second favourite teddy bear, beating out the third place bear by a mile. Perseus couldn’t sleep with at least his top five surrounding him in his bed, so of course it wouldn’t go unnoticed if Wilbur was missing from the group.
Before you could respond, Regulus was already getting up and scooping the boy into his arms. “Alright, let’s go find him, Perse.”
You started to stand up as well, but Regulus looked back and told you it was alright.
“Stay in bed, love. We’ll go on a boys trip and find that bear.” He said to you, then turned to Perseus. “We’ll be okay, won’t we?”
That seemed to help cheer him up. Perseus nodded and then looked back over at you. “Yeah, okay. Goodnight again, Mummy!”
You smiled and gave him a small wave. “Goodnight again, baby.”
Then Perseus waved to you over his father’s shoulder, and you smiled back, until he was out of the room and you were completely out of sight.
But that’s when your smile faded quickly. You couldn’t believe you had just left the conversation with Regulus like that. Of course, neither of you could control the fact that your son needed help with something right in that moment, but you were still quietly panicking.
You worried that your husband’s mind was racing as much as yours right now, maybe even running to dark places while wondering what you were about to tell him.
Despite wanting to start pacing around the room in worry, you stayed in bed, just as he had so nicely told you.
A couple minutes later, you heard footsteps nearing your room, so you tried composing yourself and wiping away any remnants of fear on your face. When Regulus walked in and closed the door behind him, he looked calm. So either he wasn’t worrying at all like you thought he would, or he just did the same thing as you a second ago.
“Did you find the bear?” You asked him.
Regulus nodded as he walked back towards the bed. “On the couch. Just forgot to bring him up before bedtime.”
“Well, it’s good you found it.”
There was a silent moment where neither of you knew what to say. But you finally mustered up the words and continued the conversation.
“Um, what I was going to tell you before—”
“I know.” Regulus said sympathetically.
“Know what?” You asked, unsure if he really knew what you were about to say.
He sat down next to you and placed his hand atop yours. His gaze never broke once, despite how you had your head held, looking at your lap. “I know you’re pregnant.”
“How?” You asked, finally looking up at him again.
“We have two kids and you still don’t know how it all happens?” He asked with wide, teasing eyes.
You let out a giggle and rolled your eyes. You could feel all your tension fade, and you realized that was exactly his goal. Regulus was just so good at that.
“I mean how did you know?”
Regulus acted like he was just understanding your question, which made you laugh again. He looked at you, happy the anxiety you’ve had for the last week was leaving your body.
“You’ve been tired, the same way you were with Aurora.” He started. “Your time of the month never came. Then you’ve been acting nervous and avoidant. Plus, I can always tell when there’s something off with you. You’re my wife, I know you better than anyone.”
You sniffled. No tears just yet, but they were close.
“And, I think you’ve already got that glow to you.”
You waved your hand dismissively, doubting his flattery this time. Regulus looked offended that you would even suggest he was lying.
“I think you’re seeing things.”
“I’m seeing what’s right in front of me, mon ange. You’re stunning. I would never lie to you.”
Instead of responding, you leaned forward and kissed him, once again continuing where you left off before.
Once you let go, you pressed another gentle kiss to his cheek, then another for good measure. “So you’re happy too? Even though it’s a bit sooner than we were planning?”
“Of course I’m happy. As long as you want this, so do I. A couple months difference from our plan means nothing to me.”
“Good.” You grinned. “Because I’m really excited. But I haven’t even given any thought to names yet. I wanted to wait for you.”
Regulus glanced at the clock near the bed and shrugged. “It’s not too late tonight, want to start thinking?”
You smiled at him and nodded your head. “Go get an astronomy book, my love.”
hello there, i'm @mushrooms-and-mars-bars and this is my collection of stuff for the grand Marauders as Parents AU
before you ask, yes, I'm actually Regulus Black's husband 🙄 cmon be fr
POSTING SCHEDULE: currently really random
OTHER AUS CAN BE FOUND ON:
@summertime-n-sadness (my original fic idea 👀)
and @wildflower-n-barley
FIC MASTERLIST, CLICK HERE
everything else is below the cut - art, writing, etc
my storyline for this au is on ao3 here
@/honeycaksy is my muse (she owns this au) and here is her masterpost
there are more lovely people in this au, so here is a masterpost for them
along with a beautiful illustration of each of the kids by @/lazyveta
OH ON THE TOPIC OF @lazyveta HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GORGEOUS FANART OF MY TOTALLY CANON SHIP???? PARTS ONE AND TWO.
art:
regulus black's daughter
adhara and reg doodle
kid adhara wip
mary macdonald's daughter
meg wip and final doodle
alexandre belmonte
old andre drawing
older drawing of Andre
older phone-drawn version (of Andre)
Andre's back tattoos (my favourite piece!) the wip is here
all of andres tattoos explained in drawing form
other character art
Baby Sol doodles
Cyrene and Liz (OCs by @/honeycaksy and @/lazyveta respectively)
Sufayra (Andre's wife)
ashina (oc by @/honeycaksy )
decent sol and alphie doodle
very crappy sol doodle
my favorite piece of alphie art
nessa for @/four-toast
Mabel for @/hack20016
writing:
wildflower and barley: OLD VERSION: (fluff, fluff, and more fluff) - | part one | part two | part three | part four | finale!!! |
WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY: UPDATED VERSION MASTERLIST
(How Reg found Alphie)
random ideas in story form:
an unexpected arrival - oneshot
other stuff (questions, text posts, etc):
the kids
stolen (with permission) from: @honeycaksy @moonyscribe @hack20016 @nomi9006 @lazyveta @four-toast and @meegrace
kids birthdays
kids mbtis
hogwarts legacy style remakes of the characters
other things for this au
rosekiller in this au
fancasts
the hyacinth house
sims house
sol's character (featuring alphie)
Blurb: regulus pays for all of their dates, a bit of sugar daddy!regulus and lots of dad!regulus
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: a bit of suggested smut but no smut and they both want an old fashioned traditional nuclear family life, also sickly fluffy and not proof read
A/N: i haven't had inspiration for months and i'm actually happy with this :)))
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“One day you’ll pay me back.”
That was what he always said and it always got a huff and an eye roll out of the pretty girl sitting in front of him.
“Well I hope that day is coming up soon.”
“Me too.”
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“I’ll get it.”
They were only sixteen and it was their first date at Madam Puddifoot's.
“No, don’t be silly.” They were in front of the counter and she was desperately trying to get the right change out of her purse before Regulus could give his coins to the staff.
But he had already organised them beforehand, his mother had raised him to be a gentleman and he was not letting the girl he had been crushing on since their second year pay.
He politely thanked the worker and watched her huff and put the coins back in her purse so she could follow him outside.
“I really appreciate it Regulus, but you didn’t have to.”
It was snowing so she put her beanie back on and wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck.
“I wanted to.”
“Well is there something else I can buy for you? Something from Honeydukes or-”
“Don’t worry about it.”
They were trudging along in the snow, not too sure of the destination but not worried about it considering they were with the other.
“Well I’ll pay next time.”
With his hands buried in his jacket’s pockets he turned to her, a bright smile taking up his face.
“So there’s going to be a next time?”
She turned away from him and looked at the ground.
“I mean, I have to make it up to you somehow,” she shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.
He let out a small chuckle and replied, “I can’t wait.”
But then their next Hogsmeade trip came around and this time they went to the Three Broomsticks.
But before the left, Regulus beat her to the counter once again and paid for their meal.
“Regulus,” she whined. He mimicked her tone back. “I said I was going to pay.”
“Guess you’ll just have to go on another date with me and pay for that one.”
“Deal.”
They were out of Hogwarts now and there hadn’t been one date that she had paid for. And Regulus never let her repay him.
“Just pay for the next one.”
She’d scoff at his words.
“Yeah, that’s likely.”
“Don’t pay me back now, I promise you can pay for the next one.”
Regulus had never broken a promise he had made to her, but the promise of letting her pay was one that was never met.
He’d pretend to go to the bathroom and pay before she even thought about the bill or he’d already have given the restaurant his credit card before she even arrived. He would do anything, but let her pay for the date.
“My mother would kill me if she found out I let you pay for a date,” he admitted one night. They were eighteen and Regulus had invited her back to Black manor after their meal. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and she had manoeuvred her way in between his legs.
“Well I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me pay for a date,” she whined. Regulus wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him, burying his face in her abdomen while she played with the tops of his hair.
“Well you better figure out how to hide the body, darling.”
It was shortly after that he started responding with.
“One day you’ll pay me back.”
“What the fuck does that even mean Regulus?” She had replied, faux annoyed by his vague response.
They were out of the restaurant now, ready to go back to hers for a little while before they called it a night.
“You’ll find out.”
She scoffed, but still gave his hand a squeeze before they left the restaurant.
Regulus wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. He had been vulnerable with her like he’d been with no one else, but there was a small desire that he held that he didn’t wish to share with her. It was too personal. It had been a part of him since he was a child and he’d go as far as to say that it had become a part of his soul and he knew one day he would be ready to share it with her, but right now just wasn’t the time.
Regulus wasn’t sure how this desire came to be. He thought it came back to his parents. Every Monday his father would come home with flowers for his mother and each time his mother blushed and giggled as if this was the first time he had ever bought her flowers.
Some days, his father would come home with a shiny new piece of jewellery and he’d watch his father put it on his gushing mother and press a soft kiss to whatever skin was free next to the new diamonds adorning her body.
As he got older he realised that his mother had little to stress about. Sure, she dealt with him and Sirius and that was no easy task, but it was his father who stayed up late in his office dealing with some bill or some renovation that needed to be fixed. His mother lived a life of leisure and whenever he and Sirius prevented her from living that life, his father would save her with a massage or a weekend away or s shopping spree or whatever it was her heart desired.
And their marriage was filled with nothing but love, respect, and joy and Regulus realised that was what he wanted.
Sure, it was a little old fashioned and if he found someone he loved who didn’t want to live a life like that, he’d easily compromise, but he wanted what his parents had.
He wanted a big house for his lovely wife and his two children (a boy and a girl, but he knew he couldn’t pick that) and he wanted to come home from work with her favourite flowers and watch her hum as she organised them in a vase. He wanted every single one of her desires to come to fruition no matter how small or how frivolous. He wanted to come home and cook for her and surprise her with her favourite cake that he had stopped for on the way home and he never wanted her to worry about a single thing.
When he was sixteen and had taken her to Madam Puddifoots, he could already imagine that life with her. Sure, he was getting a little ahead of himself, but that was what he wanted.
When he had written home to his parents about his new girlfriend they had sent him a few extra galleons ‘for your next date xx’ they had written.
“I hope you haven’t made her pay.” Was the first thing his parents said when he got back home and told them all about it.
And then as they got older and he got a job and he started gaining access to is Black inheritance, he started spoiling her in different ways.
He liked to mix it up. As soon as he learnt her favourite flowers it seemed her room was always filled with a fresh bunch. Sometimes when they went out and he saw her stare at a skirt too long, only to walk away once she looked at the tag, she’d find said skirt in a sparkly bag at their next date. One time, he surprised her with a day trip to Paris where they went to a small bakery where she found her new favourite dessert. A month later Regulus showed up with that exact pastry and a bunch of her favourite flowers.
“How did you get this?” She asked, already stuffing a bite into her mouth. Her mother would have had a heart attack at the action and the icing sugar that coated her upper lip.
“I went to Paris to get it.” He admitted sheepishly.
“You what?” She practically screeched, bringing the pastry down to stare at him. “Regulus,” she whined.
“It was nothing.”
“You’re always spoiling me with things, I want to spoil you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes, using the back of her hand to wipe the icing sugar from her mouth.
“Whatever that means.”
It was no question that the Black’s were a little richer than her family and it made her feel insecure that Regulus was always buying things for her. She had a job, just like Regulus and she could afford these things, so one day when she was shopping and she saw a simple ring that reminded her of Regulus, she bought it.
“Darling,” Regulus didn’t sound as happy as she’d hoped, “I really appreciate this, but I don’t want you feeling like you have to buy things for me.”
“Well now you know how I feel,” she fought back.
“It’s different,” he argued.”
“What, because I’m poorer than you?” She folded her arms around her chest and gave him a challenging look. Regulus gave her a look back. She knew that wasn’t what he meant.
“Darling,” his voice had a warning tone to it and she sighed, taking a step closer to him and taking his hands in hers.
“You spoil me so much, I just want to pay you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Will I ever find out when that day is?”
“I hope so.” He leant down to press a kiss to her head and the conversation was finished.
It wasn’t until they were twenty and engaged that she was provided some insight into what Regulus’ words meant.
They were out for dinner for Walburga’s birthday and after their very fancy dinner they had gone to get ice-cream, per the birthday girl’s request.
They went back outside to enjoy their cones when all of a sudden, her ice cream had fallen out of her cone.
“Oh no,” she whined, pouting at the splatter right in front of her feet.
“Oh darling,” Walburga said, “what happened.”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, genuinely not knowing how it happened.
“We’ll go get you another one,” Walburga offered as she stepped over the mess and made her way to Regulus.
“It’s fine,” she shrugged already grabbing a hold of Regulus’ to take a bite out of it.
“Nonsense,” Walburga scoffed, “Regulus,” her tone suddenly got tighter, “go get her another one.”
She barely had time to blink before Regulus was handing her his ice cream so he could go inside and get her another one.
“No, it’s fine, really.” She tried to hold onto Regulus so he wouldn’t go, she didn’t want to make this a big deal, it was truly fine.
“Don’t worry,” Regulus said, getting out of her grasp, “besides, I don’t want you to steal mine.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“Fine,” she huffed, “I’ll go get it.” She stood up, going to pass the ice cream back to Regulus, but he had already walked back in.
She was about to follow him, ready to have their usual petty disagreement about who was paying, but Walburga gently grabbed onto her wrist.
“Let him pay for it. Birthday girl’s request.”
She couldn’t fight with that logic.
“He spoils me too much,” she admitted.
“He should spoil you more.”
She giggled at Walburga’s words.
“I don’t think I’ve paid for a single thing in our relationship,” she admitted sheepishly.
“Good,” Walburga responded, “I hope you never do.”
“But I want to spoil him like he spoils me.”
“I think, one day you will pay him back. Soon, hopefully.”
She was taken aback by the words and the little wink Walberga sent her way. That was something her son had been telling her for years now.
Thankfully, she didn't have to think of something to reply because Regulus was back with her ice cream in hand, passing it to her with a “Here you go darling,” and a small kiss to her forehead.
It was that night when she was alone in her own room that the words started playing around in her mind. She went back to a conversation they had had before Regulus had even proposed to her.
“Do you want kids?” She had asked.
They were laying outside on a picnic blanket, watching the stars. She was cuddled into his side and he had an arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“Yes,” he responded, barely letting a breath pass before he answered.
“How many?”
“However many you want.” He turned to face her and brought his face an inch closer so the tips of his nose were touching.
“Good answer,” she whispered. They were so close she could almost feel him smile. “But if you had a choice, how many kids?” This time, he debated answering before he opened his mouth.
“Two,” he said finally.
“What if I don’t want any kids?” She did. She had dreamt of having a family since she was a little girl. Sure, it was a little old fashioned and not the most aspirational goal a young girl could have, but that was what she wanted.
Regulus pulled back slightly so he could read her face.
“Do you want kids?”
“Yes,” she whispered and he nodded.
“Good.”
He went back so their noses were slightly smooshed together.
“I’ve always wanted kids,” she admitted.
“Me too.” Regulus shifted so he was on his back and she rested her head on his chest.
“I can’t wait ‘til we have kids,” she admitted. When Regulus didn’t respond straight away she continued. “Do you think I will have paid you back by then?” She teased, referring to the statement Regulus had said less than two hours ago when he had showed up with her favourite flowers.
“Yeah,” Regulus sighed happily, “you will have.”
Once they got married Regulus didn’t know how to say that if she didn’t want to work, she didn’t have to because if he had his way, she’d never have to work another day in her life, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was what she wanted and he didn’t want her to feel pressured to do something she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to work she could work, whatever made her happy made Regulus happy. He just wanted her to know she had the option.
But they were young and a week after their honeymoon, they were dealing with a positive pregnancy test.
“Who is even going to look after the baby?” She exclaimed. Regulus was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and she was sitting on his lap. Sure, this was something they had talked about and had both wanted, but it was still a shock.
“You know,” Regulus started, he didn’t even know how to start this conversation, but now was a better time than ever, “if you hate this option that’s fine, I just want what will make you happy but I just need you to know the options there.” He spoke fast enough that she had stopped freaking out to make sure she didn't miss what he said. “But I make enough to support us both, if you don't want to work, you don’t have to.”
She was silent for a moment so Regulus started rambling again.
“Like I said, I know you enjoy your job and I don’t want you to quit, but work is still work you know and I don’t want you to feel like-”
“Regulus,” she cut him off.
“Yeah.”
“It’s fine.”
“Okay.”
They sat in silence.
“Then I’ll never be able to pay you back.”
“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes.
“Seriously?”
“Trust me, I think that day is coming soon.”
So she quit her job and became Regulus’ trophy wife.
“Don’t say that,” he scolded her the first time she said it to him. She was giggling playing with the chain of the new necklace he had bought her.
“I’m only kidding,” she reassured him, pulling him in to press a kiss to his lips.
“I think I’m more like your sugar baby.”
She pulled him in for another kiss before he could groan.
But as soon as she had the baby “One day you’ll pay me back.” quickly turned into “You’re already paying me back.”
This time she laughed.
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” She may have been near her mid-twenties, but she still felt like the same young teenager who had asked something similar the first time Regulus had responded in such a vague way.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little mind about.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she giggled.
“Whatever you say.”
At the birth of their second child when she was lying in a bed in St Mungo’s in the early A.M of the morning, holding their newborn baby in her arms Regulus whispered her name. Their eldest, now almost three, had their arms wrapped around Regulus' neck, their head buried in his chest as their light breathing reached his ear.
Regulus wasn’t going to be able to make it to work tomorrow, but he had already arranged for the florist to deliver her favourite flowers to the hospital.
She hadn’t responded to his call, she was sleeping herself. Regulus had called the nurse as soon as he saw her pretty eyelids flutter shut and as he was waiting for them to arrive to take the baby back he whispered, “thank you for paying me back.”
But it wasn’t until they were in her late twenties. Regulus had a house, a pretty wife, and two beautiful children to come home to everyday and each day, he brought back with him something for his pretty wife.
Whether it was her favourite flowers or her favourite pastry that he had sent his assistant to retrieve all the way from Paris, he continued to spoil her.
One night he came home and it was thundering horribly.
As she was replacing her old flowers in her favourite vase she whispered, “the kids have been terrified all day.”
“Poor darlings.”
“One started crying and then the other followed and I almost copied them too.”
Regulus could tell that she had had a hard day with the two children so he ran her a bath while he got the kids fed and off to bed.
“Thank you for that,” she hummed when she finally joined him in bed, “you’re the best.”
She placed her legs over his hips and leant down to kiss him. “Can I pay you back for tonight?” She teased, running her fingers up and down his bare chest. Sometimes when Regulus wouldn’t let her pay him back she’d resort to other acts to which he happily let her repay him with.
“Told you I was your sugar baby,” she’d teased.
Regulus winced,”please don’t say that.”
Regulus had a cocky smirk gracing his lips, but just as he was about to agree a loud clap of thunder shook the house making her jump.
Regulus was quick to wrap his arms around her, but she only groaned and got out of his grasp, knowing what was about to come.
“Mummy!”
“Daddy!”
And within seconds their two little munchkins were in their room.
“We can’t sleep.”
“Lucky we bought a big bed,” Regulus sighed.
“Don’t worry my darlings,” She reassured them, already pulling the blanket back so they could join them, “just a little bit of thunder, it won’t hurt you.”
“We won’t let anything happen to you, yeah?” Regulus continued, moving over to make room for the two little humans.
It seemed with the protection of their parents, the two little munchkins were able to fall asleep almost instantly.
The eldest was snuggled up to her, their arms resting across her tummy and their head buried in her chest while the youngest had their head rested on Regulus’ chest with their legs reaching her tummy.
“Regulus,” she whispered, not sure if her husband was still awake. He hummed back in response. “I’m mad they ruined the mood, but I still love them.” Regulus let out a soft chuckle.
“Thank you for spoiling me this afternoon.”
“Anytime.”
“Is there any other way I can repay you?”
“You already have.”
“I didn’t get to tonight, maybe tomorrow? Or maybe on the weekend I can drop them off at-”
“By giving me these two little munchkins,” he whispered. When she didn’t say anything he continued. “By agreeing to be my wife. By letting me spoil you. By loving me all the time. By being the best mother. By-”
“Regulus,” she whined, “you’re so cheesy.”
“It’s true.” Part of him wished there weren’t two little bodies blocking him from reaching out to her, but they were the biggest part of their relationship, so he didn’t complain. “All I wanted growing up was to have a family like this and you’ve provided me with that and more.”
“Well, if I knew that was how I needed to repay you I would’ve had your babies quicker,” she teased and Regulus was glad she couldn’t see his playful eyeroll.
“I’m serious,” he insisted and she sighed. “I just want to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“You make it so easy to love you.” She turned her head as much as she could to look at him. “So can we call it even now? You’ve spoiled me enough to make up for everything I’ve done, deal?”
Summary: domestic fluff! dad!regulus is a complete new territory for me, but here we go!
You have two kids here, a 9-year old and 16 year-old, who I named Atlas and Cyrus (thanks for helping me with names @fictionalcomforts <3) I’m a bit rusty for writing pre-established relationships so I’m sorry!
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Regulus was currently raiding the refrigerator, seeing if there was some pie left. He opened the door slowly, because no matter how long he has been using muggle things for, he always feels a bit cautious.
He couldn’t find the pie, and settled on the orange juice instead. He closed the door to find someone already standing there.
“Merlin, you’re quiet!” he said alarmed, the can almost flying off. His 9-year-old son stared back sleepily.
“What are you doing here? You were napping.”
“I’m hungry,” Atlas responded, scratching his head.
“Okay, okay.” Regulus immediately pulled him up, placing him on the kitchen counter. He looked around for a bowl, then opened the refrigerator again. Five in the evening wasn’t an ideal time for cereal, but Atlas hated almost everything else.
“I’m not saying for movie night!” Your other kid, the 16-year-old Cyrus, yelled from the couch.
“When have you ever?” Regulus asked, sighing defeatedly.
“I had a dream,” Atlas interjected. “I saw Justin.”
“The kid from your class?”
“Yeah! He’s so pretty!”
Regulus chuckled. “Sounds like my little boy’s got a crush.”
“I want a jukebox!”
“What’s that?”
“Seriously dad,” Cyrus laughed. “Don’t you remember that scene from Say Anything where Llyod stands outside the house with a jukebox?”
“Oh!” Regulus folded his hands. “That’s a good movie Atlas, but you’re not standing outside of Justin’s house with a box that’s probably heavier than you.”
“But you said it was a good movie!” The boy said, his face falling.
“Uhm, it’s a good movie, but not a practical one. There are plenty of other ways to know someone better.”
“Like what?” Atlas asked excitedly. “How did you and mommy meet?”
Regulus started stuttering. “We were close friends at first—”
“They were enemies,” Cyrus interrupted lazily.
“She was always so kind to me—”
“She hated him.”
“—and we were always there for each other.”
“She hexed you on multiple occasions and you stole her books.”
Atlas giggled. Regulus glared at his oldest son. “I thought you were watching the TV!”
“I can multitask,” Cyrus responded with a shrug.
All of them heard the rattle of keys on the other side of the front door. Regulus smiled mischievously at Atlas before saying “shush!” and disapparated on the spot, reappearing near the door.
When you walked in, you saw your sons watching you like you were about to be stabbed.
Regulus, who was hiding behind you, made his presence known by hugging you from behind and carrying you up in his arms. You screamed, then started laughing.
“Put me down!” you said sternly, but Regulus shook his head, carrying you to the living room and making you sit on the couch.
He flicked his wand and a cup of hot chocolate appeared, steaming hot and ready to drink.
“Aw thank you love,” you said excitedly, taking it with both hands. Regulus pressed an affectionate kiss on your cheek.
“Mommy’s home!” Atlas yelled, running towards you.
“You guys are so corny,” Cyrus remarked.
“Corny?” you raised an eyebrow. “I remember when you used to give me everything you drew. You loved all of them but wanted me to have them instead.”
Cyrus rolled his eyes.
“You know what you said?” you asked, smiling smugly. “You said you love painting but you love me more than anything you could ever draw. Now that was corny and I loved it.”
“I was 6 back then,” he replied, frowning.
“I still have the paintings,” you sighed, leaning against Regulus’s shoulder. Your husband used his wand to fly the DVDs to you, so you could pick a movie.
“You still do?” Cyrus asked in surprise.
“Of course I do.”
“Guess what? Atlas wanted to get a jukebox for Justin,” Regulus said teasingly, interrupting the conversation.
You smiled and pulled a rose out of thin air.
“Try giving him this instead,” you suggested, handing it over to Atlas, who gasped at magic like he always did, before throwing his arms around your neck in a tight hug.
“Thank you!!” he exclaimed, his voice born out of pure joy.
“What do we watch today?” Regulus asked, looking through the options.
“Definitely not Frozen, we saw it way too many times,” you said, taking that one out of the pile.
“Try Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse,” Cyrus spoke up, pointing out the movie. Regulus looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
“I thought you had a party.”
“Ah, there’s always a party,” he replied, shrugging casually.
He got up and you thought he was leaving, but your frown turned to a grin as he came back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, which was his way of reassuring that he indeed wasn't sneaking out.
“Let the movie night begin!” Cyrus declared, plopping down on the couch.
Atlas giggled as you said some random joke from your work, and Regulus couldn't stop staring. Even after this many years, he wasn't used to feeling this much happiness, wasn't used to having a family. It felt like it was more than what he deserved.
He thanked the stars for meeting you, because while you may have started from having a messy relationship, it evolved to something so magical that the mess itself was left behind.
The love was born out of chaos, but those are the kind of love that stays eternal. Regulus could certainly confirm that.
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summary: where regulus comforts your four year daughter who’s scared of storms with a method he once used.
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“well, do you wanna know what i used to do when i was scared of storms?” regulus asked to the little girl in another attempt to comfort her, all three of you sat in front of the bay window, all wrapped up in one blanket filled with warmth— trying to help the four year old though her newfound fear in the best way you knew how to, to turn into something more calming.
it didn’t sound too smart at first, going right up close to the root of the problem, but it was always easier to face it head on instead of never doing it at all— something she was probably going to do since it was spring and there would be nothing but heavy showers for the next few months.
“you used to be scared of them too?” she gasped, eyes widening in surprise that anyone like her dad could’ve ever been afraid of anything.
“of course i was junie, they’re bloody terrifying. loud, dark, sometimes feel like they’ll never stop—”
you hit his shoulder as it seemed that his words of discouragement may never end and bring you right back to square one where she wouldn’t dig her head out of the crook of your neck to hide from it all.
“sorry loves, that wasn’t the best approach. but let’s just say your grandparents house wasn’t exactly the place where you overcome something— more the opposite,” he finished with a sad but still determined sight, if his parents couldn’t do it after sirius couldn’t had ran away to the potters and he already knew what it was like to go through it on his own— he sure wouldn’t let his daughter do so too.
he grabbed her from her place sandwiched in between your bodies and sat her on his lap, tucking her in with a tight hug and the side of her face squished into his.
“well there weren’t many options of what i could do to distract myself in a dark home with no toys like me and your mum got you,” he smiled as he felt junie do the same, whispering the next part, “so, i started counting the raindrops on the window. it was a little boring but it worked.”
“all of them?” she asked in awe, looking at the ones that slid and raced across the glass in front of her.
“oh no, i don’t think anyone could do that— just enough to make me fall asleep. how about you count with me and mummy, once you wake up, it’ll be all over.”
“you sure?”
“i wouldn’t ever lie to you.”
“well okay,” she agreed in a timid voice, looking at you for confirmation and getting it.
