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.
Fluff 🎀 ; light Angst 🧸 ; deep heavy ANGST 🌹; drabble 🪐 ; one shots 🤎 ; Series 🌷 ; Silly 🦇 ; suggestive ✨; smut 🦋
the things we don't tell our brothers 🎀 🧸 🤎
↳ You and regulus are suppose to be 'enemies' but are ubetteween late night kisses and exchanged letter there is only one thing keeping you guys from reveling you secret ; your brother!
The artist to her muse 🦋 🤎 🎀
↳Forbidden to paint by the rigid standards of Victorian London, an artist’s model reclaims her agency in the shadows of a quiet atelier. Her secret talent is discovered by the brooding Regulus Black, who discards his own station to become her muse and subject.
Got a secret , can you keep it? 🌹🤎
↳ What happens when things slowly seem to fall apart or when you find out you perfect little boyfriend got the death mark.
Do you get deja vu? 🌹🤎
↳ When you unexpectedly run into Regulus by the Black Lake — the place that once belonged to the two of you — old memories resurface and old wounds reopen.
Where Shadows wear Sunlight 🌷🌹 🎀
↳ You were sixteen when you wandered too far into the forest—barefoot, torn silk, lost in the dusk. That’s when you met him. The fae boy with golden eyes who promised to lead you home… for a price. You agreed. Anything.
Pawprints in the snow 🎀 🦇 🪐
↳ When a snowy night tempts you into the courtyard in your white cat form, Regulus reluctantly follows as a sleek black shadow. What starts as a playful chase in the snow turns into laughter, warmth, and the first kiss that melts even Regulus Black’s icy walls.
Curling into you 🎀 🦇 🪐
↳ when regulus finds your fast a sleep in the library , you see a side of him you did'nt know existed.
Almost , until you 🎀 🧸 🤎
↳ you kissed once, and then he ghosted you like you were nothing. you moved on—or at least tried to—until jealousy, fights, and half-whispered confessions dragged you back into his orbit. friends with benefits felt easier than feelings… until it didn’t. and when the yule ball forced him to finally choose, he either had to claim you or lose you.
All the things left unsaid 🌹🤎
↳ He never touched another soul. He only ever loved you. And the night you left was the night he meant to ask you to stay forever.
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.”
Part two of gold rush where they get their cottage in whales please 🙏🏽
PEACE — regulus black.
SUMMARY. — you and Regulus live happily ever after. that's it.
PAIRING. — regulus black x fem!pureblood!reader
WARNINGS. — fluff, kinda au cause reg doesnt get the dark mark
A/N. — i didnt plan on doing a part 2 but oh well <3 anyways! heres part 1; this is so short im sorry!!!
war is over. as much as you can't believe it, it's true. Voldemort is dead, mostly thanks to Regulus' brother and his friends' actions, and to the Order's activity. it ended weeks ago.
meanwhile, you and your husband have been hiding here for the past three years, ever since graduating Hogwart's. you've been hiding, like cowards, and unfortunately you can't feel shame or embarrassment in that regard. at least you're alive, unlike some of your friends. Evan didn't make it, which led to Barty's psychotic break. Dorcas' girlfriend, Marlene and her family didn't make it, killed by Voldemort personally this summer. Peter, who turned out to be a traitor, didn't make it either. there are a lot more loses on both sides of the war, of course, but you try not to think about it much.
it's early morning when you sit on the edge of your shared bed, reading through the letter from Lily that your owl just delivered. you take in the latest news from London, a small smile on your face. Lily's pregnant again, Sirius and Remus moved in together into Grimmauld Place, Mary's got a new cat. it all seems so mundane, after months and months of bad information, you shake your head at it.
you place the letter on your nightstand, then settle back to bed, turning around to find Regulus staring at you sleepily. your baby girl is still fast asleep in her crib by your bed.
"what's with the letter, huh?" Regulus rasps out, reaching his hand out to graze his fingers over your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "is it Lily or Remus?"
"s'Lily. m'gonna write her back later after you read it." you murmur, careful to keep your voice down, and you sigh. "i have to feed Astra. can you make pancakes for breakfast?"
"sure." your husband nods, leans in to plant a quick peck on the bridge of your nose (he knows how much you despise morning breath), and gets up. as you watch him leave the bedroom you thank Merlin that he sleeps in only his boxers, and you can ogle his backside like a horny teenager as he walks away.
you roll onto your back, letting out a heavy breath, then glance at the crib just few feet from you, your four month old sucking on her dummy with her eyes already wide open.
almost forty-five minutes pass before you finally go downstairs. Astra is fed, changed and completely awake, swaddled in a baby wrap close to your chest. your steps are slow and deliberate as you make your way into the kitchen, where you are met with the sight of Regulus moving around the space, humming some tune under his breath whilst flipping pancakes. you stand in the doorway, just watching him happily before Astra betrays you with a bubbly shrieking laugh, her eyes focused on her daddy too.
"i'm almost done, ladies." your husband looks up at you, nodding you to come closer, and so you do. you lean back against the kitchen island, your hands resting under Astra's swaddled body, making sure she's held up alright. your baby keeps sending Regulus toothless smiles, cooing and babbling. she's been like this for only a few days after she hit a milestone.
you spend your days in peace like that. being a family. sometimes you go out for walks in the nearby woods, letting Astra nap in the fresh air. sometimes you sit in your garden, by the pond. sometimes you don't leave the house, lounging around all day and marvelling at the miracle your daughter was. today is one of these days. so domestic, most would deem boring. but that's what you love.
when you and Regulus go to bed that night, it's late. past midnight. you're certain Astra is starting teething, because she's been fussy ever since her afternoon nap. for now she's back asleep in her crib, although tossing and turning a bit, and you stare up at the ceiling mindlessly. you feel Regulus' hand creep over your body and resting on your hip, but you're too tired to even look at him now.
"ma chérie." he whispers, his thumb moving over your hip in soothing circles, and his other hand grips your chin lightly, turning your head in his direction. "hi."
"hi." you whisper back, nibbling on your lower lip as you stare into his grey eyes. you snuggle closer to him, your head resting on his chest and your arms wrap around his torso. "Merlin, you're always so cold."
Regulus snorts, and without looking up you know he's rolling his eyes, squeezing you in with his hands settling on your bum. you shiver at the feeling, reaching down to pull the covers over the two of you, and the moment you close your eyes a piercing wail sounds out from the crib. you practically jump out of bed, but Regulus brings you back down.
Hi Elle I know AGES ago you wanted like the marauders as dad's request, I saw your requests are open and I have a slight idea for Regulus if you're down to write? (Or if you want to write Sirius idm!!)
Like it's assumed that Regulus is dead but he's actually been hiding out in the manor with wife reader and kid, Sirius comes back there after he finds out his parents have died (idk) and just finds a baby black running about full of love in the house of 'horrors'
hi love! thanks for your patience with this one; I hope I did it justice <3
Regulus Black x afab!reader who survived the war & then some [1.6k words]
CW: discussion of the first wizarding war, Sirius' POV so he talks about blowjobs, Regulus was believed to be dead, reader is implied pureblood/childhood family friend
“Great, I saw it.” Sirius huffs as he stands on the street of Grimmauld Place, glowering at the face of his childhood prison home. “Can we burn it down, now?”
Remus, for his part, huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Pads, you promised me you’d look inside first.”
“I don’t need to look inside, Moons.” Sirius insists, petulant even to his own ears. “I know it’s just as terrible in there as the day I left it. I’ll only want to burn it down more after seeing it.”
“Sirius, I’d feel better if you took a look inside, please.” Remus all but begs, and Sirius is more confused than ever as to why his boyfriend insisted they stop by Sirius’ childhood home following the end of the war.
The the simple truth is that there is nothing here for him; there was never anything here for him. That’s why he left at sixteen and then never looked back after his brother went missing, rumoured to have died whilst deep within Voldemort's ranks.
The only thing Sirius would have ever considered coming back for is his brother, and his brother is gone.
There’s nothing here for him anymore.
But Remus is already stepping up towards the row of houses, causing the bricks to bend and split and multiply before them until 12 Grimmauld Place, in all of her infamy, stands tall and proud before him.
“You’re going to owe me so many blow jobs for this.” Sirius mutters as he shoulders past Remus without any real malice and takes the stairs two at a time, eager to make this quick and get to those blowjobs.
Remus, ever the patient sod, simply breathes out a chuckle and joins his boyfriend on the top step.
Sirius takes a deep breath that only shakes a little bit on its way out and goes to turn the knob, jumping back with a startled yelp as the handle begins to turn and opens on its own accord.
Kreacher hardly gives Sirius a cursory once over before he huffs disdainfully, rolling his eyes and turning to walk further into the house, leaving the door open and the two guests staring dumbly after him.
“I…think that was our invitation in?” Remus tries as he takes a hesitant step over the threshold into hell the house.
Sirius scoffs. “I’d fuckin’ hope so; it’s my sodding house afterall.”
Apparently, being disowned all those years ago did nothing to prevent the Black family estate coming into Sirius’ name once his parents had both passed and his younger brother – presumed dead – left no heirs.
“Just, let me go tell Kreacher he ought to find somewhere else to lurk about unless he fancies becoming kindling and then we’re out of here, okay?” Sirius snips, feeling all sorts of tense and irritable as the familiar dread that comes with being a Black returns with the territory. “I’ll be right-”
“Sirius?” The unmistakable sound of his brother’s voice echoes in the tall, narrow foyer, forcing Sirius’ neck to snap up where he spots him by the stairs leading to the second floor.
Regulus hesitates near the top of the stairs with a cherubim looking child on his hip, adorned in a phenomenal number of ruffles and colours unlike anything Sirius and Regulus’ parents would have ever dared to dress a child in.
“I…” Sirius starts, gaping up at his brother – his presumed to be dead brother – looking older and far more worn than Sirius ever thought possible, clutching a child to his chest like he might dash away with her at any given moment. “Wha-”
“Moon.” The child states then, pointing a pudgy little fist at Remus beside him. Sirius’ gaze shoots to his partner who merely smiles lovingly at the child.
“Hi, my sweet girl.” Remus murmurs as he steps further into the house, the child already holding her hands out to Remus as he approaches. “Where’s our mama bird, Reg?”
Mama bird?
“Mama bird?” Sirius’ internal monologue is echoed aloud as he stares between his back-from-the-dead brother and his – apparently – secretive boyfriend in disbelief and a little bit of betrayal.
“Remus?” A feminine voice calls out a moment before you’re appearing from the kitchen with a tetchy looking Kreacher on your tail. “And Sirius…” You let out with a breath, a tentative yet reverent smile taking over your features. “Oh my…”
“Lyra,” Remus says, making a show of speaking to the child though she doesn’t seem too fussed now that she’s in his arms save for the wary look she’s shooting at Sirius, “why don’t you, me, and your mum go play outside whilst papa talks to his brother, hm?”
Papa, Regulus…and you. Lyra. Regulus…is alive, and has a partner and child. A daughter; Lyra. Sirius is-
“Papa will join you soon, mon chou.” He tells her, Remus bouncing her dutifully as he walks towards you, your eyes still glued to Sirius.
“It’s nice to see you, Sirius.” You tell him with a watery smile. Sirius wants to return the sentiment, ten-fold, really, because it appears you’ve not only saved his brother but also have given him a niece and he truly never imagined ever getting to see you again but he’s so stunned that he merely blinks at you.
You seem to accept that for what it is though, nodding at him before you follow Remus and Lyra towards the back door.
Sirius had always figured Regulus had a crush on you growing up, and it appeared that it had been reciprocated. Unbeknownst to Sirius, at the announcement of your parents joining Voldemort’s campaign, you’d fled the wizarding community in favour of working at a muggle bar.
Regulus found you there one night; drinks were had, secrets were shared, and you begged Regulus to leave with you. It had been too late for him, though, and he refused.
Until he couldn’t; becoming increasingly disenfranchised with the rule he was forced to bend to, figuring out the secret of the horcruxes was Regulus’ last straw.
Regulus never meant to entangle you in his mess, but when surviving the cave seemed less and less possible, you suddenly appeared. He’d later find out that Kreacher had informed you of Regulus’ plans before Regulus managed to swear him to secrecy.
Regulus seemed to struggle faulting Kreacher for that, though, because it saved him and saw him coming home to you. It ultimately gave him Lyra, and…it eventually reunited him with his brother.
Regulus had planned to find the rest of the horcruxes himself, but when they found out you were expecting, you – miraculously – convinced him to enlist some help.
Once Dumbledore was informed, so was Remus; as a lycanthrope, he was immune to legilimency which ensured the secret stayed a secret. This meant that he had to keep his knowledge of the horcruxes, of Regulus’ defection, and of Regulus’ status from the entire Order, including Sirius.
Regulus remained ‘dead’, and Remus continued going ‘undercover’ whilst letting everyone assume he was merely still working with the werewolf packs; once the horcruxes were destroyed, Remus continued checking in on the two of you as your pregnancy progressed and then still once the baby was born.
Once it was safe to tell Sirius, Remus started bugging him to settle the estate. Sirius’ idea of settling the estate was burning the place to the ground; Remus insisted they stop by the old pile of bricks first.
“Remus knew you’d never have any interest in checking on this place so, he suggested we hide out here until the end of the war.” Regulus tells Sirius as he struggles to make eye contact with him.
Sirius doesn’t have the same issue, plainly staring at his younger brother and taking in every detail. He was still pretty slender, but he didn’t appear gaunt like he did whilst under their parents’ thumb; a lively pink undertone Sirius doesn’t think he’s seen since Reg was an innocently happy baby.
Which makes him think of the baby girl sitting outside on the patio with the love of his life and the love of Regulus’ life.
“A baby, eh?”
Sirius is stunned when a pleased smile takes over Regulus’ face as he stares unseeingly at the table between them, the brother’s having sat down in the front parlour room to catch up.
“A baby.” He agrees nearly reverently. “She’s brilliant, Sirius- they both are, I…I don’t deserve it at all but…”
Sirius just nods, because even though he doesn't have a wife or a child, he gets it.
There’s much more to be said, but Sirius is content knowing that they have the rest of their lives to say it all, together.
For now, he has a niece to meet, a sister-in-law to catch up with, and then a boyfriend who owes him so many blowjobs.
Sirius and Regulus step out into the magically enlarged patio together to find you laughing as Remus and Lyra work on catching frogs out of the koi pond you and Regulus must’ve installed since living here, and Sirius realises that this little family of Sirius’ is all thanks to a very big secret Remus was willing to keep.
He thinks then that he might owe Remus a blowjob or two of his own.
Your youngest daughter wakes up and immediately wants her dad — dad!regulus x mom!reader fluff
warnings: none :)
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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.”
Hiii congrats on your new job, we love a employed queen 🙌. I hope I’m not bothering you with requests my marauders brainrot is taking over. Could I please perhaps request headcannons and whatnot about the boys as dads, individually and/or the different polys you write for? If that’s alright, your latest fic brought this on I suppose 😭. Bye bye now lovely, enjoy your dayyy
marauders brain rot is taking over for me too babes, no worries.
James:
cries constantly. baby is upset? he's crying. baby is adorable? he's crying. baby learns something new? James is crying.
tummy time is daddy time because James is on his stomach in front of the baby too - his partner will make jokes saying that James and their five month old are working on their gross motor skills together
loves playing pretend; get's in arguments with the child if he doesn't think they're imagining 'properly' (his partner has to scold James for ruining the fun)
the dad-friend; kids will run up to the door to ask if your kid and James can come outside to play - plays manhunt, nickie nine-doors houses with the kids, is the best dad to go trick-or-treating with, his kids friends come over to hangout with his kids and him
cries at every single milestone: first steps, first word, birthdays, plays/awards or recitals or sports games etc, graduations, first dates, school dances etc
begs his partner the second his kids move out for more (regardless of how old they are at that point) "we can adopt! yeah? what about foster - why don't foster kids? please?!"
then he becomes a grandpa and the whole damn thing starts all over again
Sirius:
I see Sirius as a bit of a worrier - constantly in his head about what he's doing, if he's doing it right, if he's being a good enough dad, etc etc
stuck like glue to the kid the second they're born - takes night time feedings and every diaper change because he doesn't want to be absent like his dad (and maybe mother? probably had nannies in muggle AU or relied on Kreacher for child rearing) -> Sirius wants to be there for it all; he wants his child to know that their dad was there
does stuff with the kid that's a little too old for them lol - five month old wearing a leather jacket, buys a motorcycle helmet for a 1.5 year old (partner had none of it!), buys them their first bike at 3, etc
BUT then....as the child get's older - refuses to believe that they're that old. "a cellphone?! what do you need a cellphone for!? you're seven!" "dad, I'm 13." "since when!?!?!?"
definitely wants his kids to learn how to play an instrument (he doesn't even care which instrument; he just wants to share his love of music with them!) but doesn't want it to be a chore/burden like learning the piano was for him and Reggie (and many children world wide lol), so gently encourages through out their whole life and buys them any instrument they're interested in and let's them change their minds 700 times (even though it breaks his heart a little bit each time)
pretends not to cry when he sends them off to school (in kindergarten or college in muggle AU or Hogwarts)
cheers the loudest and most obnoxiously at all sports games/recitals/awards etc even if he has no fucking clue what's going on (OMG, I just thought - I used to work at a dance studio and he was be the best fucking dance dad!!!!!)
known as the cool/hot dad amongst his kids' friends
Remus:
so incredibly freaked that something this small and perfect could possibly exist - moves in slow motion for the first month of the babies life because he's afraid of dropping it or shaking it unintentionally
talks to the infant like it's a regular person/adult; running joke in the family (i.e., friend group) that the baby won't have a first word - they'll just one day start stringing full sentences
swears constantly in front of the kid - one of their first words is fuck which Sirius and James find hilarious and never let Remus forget it (and they actively encourage the kid to continue it too because they love to see Remus sweat every time it happens)
insists the kids know how to play outside and get dirty - (jokingly) admonishes them if they come inside after playing and don't have dirt under their finger nails.
loves to build forts (inside and outside) and I could see him liking to hike with the kids (nothing huge, but down to streams and such), teaches them to catch (and release) frogs, bugs, etc, they take pictures of bugs they find on their walks so they can look them up when they get home
reading, arts and crafts, paintings, etc
keeps every single painting and drawing they've ever made - keeps them in a filing cabinet organized by child, age, and type
if James is the fun dad, Remus is the chill dad; all the kids in the family go to him for advice, if they are in trouble (e.g., need a ride from a party that their parents don't know about), to complain about their own parents
never not telling the kids how much he loves them and how proud he is of them
Regulus:
runs immediately to James and Sirius for advice - does not want to be an apathetic parent
deep anxiety/lots of overthinking
very gentle and delicate with his babies - afraid of hurting them and finds them to be just the most precious little things...like they're sacred and need to be handled with the utmost care
keke & I headcanoned that his partner would often find him in the middle of the night playing the piano quietly with the baby laying on top of the piano to feel the calming vibrations if he got up with them
reads baby books and parenting books front to back like they're novels - takes notes, highlights, stickie notes etc
LOVES STRUCTURE - routine is so important to Regulus as a dad; his friends end up needing to learn his child's schedule in order to ever see Regulus
his kids may find him to be a bit more strict, but he's also a bit of a pushover; will buy his kids whatever they want - his partner ends up having to yell at him and tell him that he's going to raise spoiled brats....he buys them a diamond tennis bracelet to make up for it
works really, really hard to be different than his parents; Sirius tells him constantly that he's doing a very good job of it (and they both pretend that Reg doesn't cry about it)
Barty:
had a bit of a chat about this in this post, but basically...
the most hands on and involved dad to ever walk the earth - will not go to any place that isn't child friendly or catered to children
the most proud of everything that his kid does: sits up on their own? can hold their head up? holding a fork? knocks over a block tower? can point to their nose? He's fucking celebrating, like, throwing a party over it
I could see him being like an instagram dad - constantly taking pictures and bragging about how awesome/smart/cute/perfect his kid is (but his partner had to tell Barty to stop telling other parents that this meant their kids were inferior to his......even if they were)
get's faaaarrrrrr tooo involved with playtime, one of my mutuals made some really sweet comments on the post linked above that I might turn into a quick blurb
cannot for the life of him be bad cop - he thinks everything his kids do is awesome/spectacular (even the bad stuff) -> tries to play it cool in front of his partner/co-parent but will absolutely fold the second they leave or the kid's lower lip wobbles or the give him those doe eyes
most hated parent on the PTA [parent teachers association] but volunteers for everything - every school field trip, every bake sale etc
fucking ridiculous when his kids start dating - no one is good enough for them, pouty when the kids want to spend an evening or whatnot with their new fling instead of him
takes it as a personal offence (or at least acts like it) when the kids move out/go to college
what do you all think? any other head canons I should add to this list?
