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Black fathers ❤️😍
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noperopesaredope · 2 years
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I will never understand why there aren’t more “supportive Black dad” characters. I do understand that there are a variety of different types of dads out there. Not all Black dads are perfect or good, but the thing is that most of the Black dads I’ve known/met are very loving and affectionate towards their children.
Maybe it’s because my dad is Black and I grew up in Philly (which has a primarily Black population), but I always remember my dad taking me to the park each weekend, and I would see a lot of other Black dads doing the same with their kids.
I remember how, even when some of them looked really tired, they would light up when their little child came over to them excitedly to show them or tell them about something or other. I remember the attitude of “I would die for this child.” Even now, I see some guys who talk very proudly of their children and what great jobs they are doing.
Maybe I just want to see dads who look and act like my dad, and other father figures I had growing up who just so happened to be Black. Those guys who are the exact opposites of the “absent Black dad” stereotype. Who are the embodiment of “Dear Theodosia”. Who like to bond with their children and take them places.
I am a sucker for characters with parent issues, but please give me some fluffy stuff too. More importantly, please give me more examples of supportive and loving Black dads in the media. Not even just ‘strict but loving’ or ‘overprotective but loving’, but also ones who are supportive of their kids’ interests, are a normal amount of protective, and will welcome in their daughter’s new boyfriend.
Please, I am begging you. I know that not all people are lucky in the dad department, but give us representation for Black dads who are loving and supportive and somewhat laid back but still careful when necessary.
The characters who look like my dad don’t fully act like my dad, and the characters who act like my dad don’t often look like my dad. But dads like mine exist, and there are a lot more of them than shown in the media.
I just want to see a character who is like my dad. A loving, supportive, Black dad.
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artistnik · 8 days
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My Dad Is Dying 3/20/2024
It’s 1:35 am here. 3:35 where my dad lives. Under normal circumstances, we talk at least 3hrs a couple times a month. Now we talk every other day, ignoring each other’s calls when we don’t have the energy. On top of that, we’re talking 4 or 5hrs a couple times a week. We know he is dying and these are our final moments, though we’ve never said anything directly. (By the way, he’s on the phone…
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kartsie · 4 months
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I’m sick and miserable so it’s time to read all the baby batkids with their batdad I can get my hands on
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movisual · 1 year
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bruce wayne seems like the exact type of dad to hear that his kid likes something and latch on to that info like a leech.
like dick says he likes the color blue and for the next x amount of years, everything bruce gets dick is in blue.
jason mentions liking strawberry flavoring and suddenly candy, drinks, ice cream, cake, doesnt matter, is all strawberry flavored
every holiday or birthday tim gets photography stuff. bruce gets tickets to attend photography gallerys and researches it in order to engage in conversation.
just that whole dad thing where he finds one (1) thing that his kid enjoys and latches onto that fact in order to connect to them (awkward for the kdis when its ten years later and theyre pretty indifferent to that thing now but you know their dad is trying so they’re not gonna say anything)
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rosemarilee · 5 months
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Regulus and Harry first meet
Regulus: *has never had a conversation with a child before* so…
Harry: you’re short
Regulus: no you’re short
Harry: I’m a kid I’m supposed to be short
Regulus: I’m an adult I can be whatever the fuck I want to be
Harry: so you chose to be short
Regulus: I’m fucking your dad
Harry: I don’t know what that means
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queenimmadolla · 21 days
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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝
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Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.
Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.
a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!
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Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.
  That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.
  Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts. 
  One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.
  God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—
  Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib. 
  She’d been the result of a very similar event.
  He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.
  Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.
  Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.
  Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.
  Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own. 
  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 
  “Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.
  Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.
  And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny. 
  Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).
  “Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast. 
  Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.
  “Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”
  Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.
  He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back���and letting them cook.
  “You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.
  She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.
  “Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”
  The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.
  “Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.
  She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest. 
  She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.
  Speaking of making Penny do things…
  Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.
  She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.
  Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.
  “Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.
  “What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
  “She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”
  Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple. 
  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.
  You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.
  “It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.
  Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”
  You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.
  You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak. 
  “Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.
  And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.
  And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.
  Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.
  “What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.
  “FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”
“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”
“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”
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divider ℗ cafekitsune ♡
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izzye-girl · 2 months
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Happy Sunday daddy 🥰Sending nudes to people with notification turned on 🥵💦
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catfindr · 7 months
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desztin · 4 months
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The 70's were different.
Al Green at Soul Train
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pencilscratchins · 1 year
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i have reached the part of the steddie hyperfixation where i make them domesticated men in their 50s. having a blast! (twitter) [ID in ALT text]
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warandpeas · 3 months
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World Peace
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angrythingstarlight · 3 months
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Did Malyshka and Bucky have a gender reveal for bee?
If so, did they find out just the two of them and tell people, or did they have a party?
Yes and no. And we have Bucky to blame (or thank) for that.
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
WC: Drabble
A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series. Unbeta'd.
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Bucky is excited about everything related to your pregnancy and the baby. The man is as impatient as he is happy, eagerly anticipating every trimester. Every milestone. All the doctor’s appointments. The way your body is changing. The late-night cravings. Every. Thing.
What he lacks in patience, he makes up for by being an absolute tease.
So when you suggest a gender reveal party, something low-key but cute, he agrees.
But he only agrees to you not knowing what you're going to have. Not him. Bucky can't fathom waiting another second.
Which you didn’t figure out until Bucky has the OB tell him the baby’s gender. In front of you.
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“You’re the one who didn’t want to know,” Bucky murmurs unapologetically as he buttons up your coat, his hands lingering over your baby bump. He didn't even mean to ask but after seeing the baby on the screen, he couldn't resist. Already making so many plans in his head the second he heard the steady, strong heartbeat. “I’m honoring your request.”
You can’t believe him. Actually you shouldn't have believed him from the start, should have known he'd do this.
They discussed it over you, literally over you, while you were on the table, shirt up, the ultrasound jelly slathered across your belly. That impressive poker face of his was even more unreadable than normal despite the flare of excitement in his blue eyes
Curiosity wins out in the end, gnawing at you, building more and more until you can practically taste it. "Well I changed my mind."
All he said as he carefully cleaned off your belly was that he had several good reasons due asking and you could wait a week like planned.
You're torn between amusement at his eagerness and exasperation over not knowing.
Your doctor wasn’t any help, running out of the room like a pack of wild dogs were at her heels when you turned to her.
"You told me what you wanted and that's what you're getting Malyshka." He's not even going to give you a wisp of a hint.
Traitor.
Bucky did warn her at the beginning not to give in to you but that was when you assumed both of you were going to be kept in the dark.
“You’ll find out at your party. You can wait a few days," he says over your huff of laughter, refusing to acknowledge the irony in his statement. "Now that I know what we’re having—” his deep voice trails off and an elated, satisfied grin spreads across his face, his eyes brightening with unadulterated happiness.
Your breath hitches.
That look is going to be the end of you. It only gets more intense as time passes.
He said he’d never get enough of you, of this life you’re building with him, and god when he gets that look in his eyes, you know in the depths of your soul he means it.
Bucky shakes his head, clearing his throat when you softly say his name. His gaze drops to you and he cups your face with his large hands. When he speaks again, his voice is a little raspier. “Now that I know I can make sure everything is perfect for you Malyshka.”
Oh.
You smile up at him, pushing your cheek into his warm palm. Fine. You’ll let have him have this.
At least until he leaves for the office. Then you’ll find out.
But you forget that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself because he’s tilting your chin, his thumb teasing your bottom lip.
“Don’t even bother to try to bribe your party planner or the baker. I called to warn them what would happen if they said anything while you were in the bathroom.”
Damn it.
You know your chances of getting information from them were slim but now really you’re not going to know until the party.
He laughs at your sullen glare, gently kissing your forehead before helping you off the exam table. “You’ll thank me when you have the party of your dreams. Besides, I’ll keep you distracted until then.”
“Really.” Your brow raises. “Distract me how?”
Bucky pulls you closer to him, slotting one long leg between your thighs as his hands drift down to your waist. “I can think of a thing or two we can do to keep your mind off this until it’s time."
"Uh huh. We'll see about that. I'm going to need a lot of distracting. "
He smirks, loving the challenge in your pretty eyes. "We both know I'm more than capable of giving you exactly what you need."
He’s right.
He does.
Every time you tried to bargain, bribe or tease the answer out of him, he responded by doing the most incredible things to you, for you. Mind-blowing things. Exquisite things that made it more than worth the wait. Almost.
And he was right. The party was everything you wanted and more. The backyard transformed overnight, tastefully decorated, all your friends and family present, a mountain of gifts, mostly from Bucky, that you knew would only be the start of him spoiling you throughout your pregnancy.
The photographer captured the very moment you found out the baby was a girl, sparkling pink confetti raining down on you, your face upturned in a vivacious laugh. Bucky's captivated eyes on you.
He has that picture framed and on his desk.
As he would tell you that night after everyone had gone home and it was just the two of you, he wanted it all on film, not just for you but for the baby as well.
“She’s going to watch this one day and see how excited we were. I want her to know that we’ve loved her from the very start.”
There it is. His true reason, one of them at least, why he had to know. Suddenly you can't find it in yourself to be aggrieved any longer. Suddenly it all makes sense.
He may be worried about being a good parent, due to his own severely lacking in that department, but you have no doubt that Bucky is going to be amazing.
Not a single doubt in the world. Not when that look is back in full force. You nearly melt under the intensity reflecting in his deep blue eyes.
Your reply is soft, and heartful and eases his unspoken concerns.
“I have a feeling she will always know how much we love her. Just like I know that you’re going to be the best father to our little girl.”
It won't be long before you're proven right.
Because he is.
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Who's wants a fic about Bucky taking care of you during your pregnancy. Because i have smutty, smutty thoughts about that time👀
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islandofohara · 3 months
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One Piece Live Action Appreciation Week (Day 4: Favorite Relationship)
The Head Chef & His Little Eggplant Little Eggplant & His Old Shitbag Man "Red Leg" Zeff & "Black Leg" Sanji
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reysdriver · 7 months
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Calling For You | R.B.
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Your youngest daughter wakes up and immediately wants her dad — dad!regulus x mom!reader fluff
warnings: none :)
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You gently nudged your elbow into Regulus’ chest to wake him up. He hummed quickly with his eyes still closed, trying to ask why you woke him up even though words weren’t forming yet. 
“Ascella’s up; She wants you.” You mumbled, wanting to stay asleep as well. 
Your previous words were proven right when Ascella’s high-pitched cry for her father tore through the hallway. 
Regulus shook his head. “No, I definitely heard ‘mama’.”
She definitely said ‘dada’. Just over a year old and she was already a daddy’s girl. 
He was up late reading to her last night. Every time he finished a story and put her down in her crib, she would become more awake than ever. You understood that Regulus was tired, but you also knew your little Ascella wanted her dad. 
“Reg, you know she’s not going to be happy if I go in there instead of you.” You tried again. 
“Yes she will, she’s a happy baby.”
Just when you were about to get up and attempt to calm her down anyways, the sound of your door opening and a small fist pounding against the wood filled the room and interrupted your action. 
“Dad, Ascella’s calling for you. She’s so loud even though she’s so little.” You looked at Perseus covering his ears as he said the last part and his little gesture made you smile. 
You turned your head to your husband. “I told you she wants you.”
Regulus let out a groan as he stood up. “Alright, I’ll go to her.” He trudged across the room, patting your son on the back as he was too tired for a good morning hug. 
The little boy ran to you as soon as his dad left the room, and he took Regulus’ place beside you. Even though you knew you would have to get up soon, a good cuddle was impossible to resist.
You pulled Perseus into your arms and pressed a kiss to the hair he had inherited from his dad’s side of the family. “I’m so glad you don’t wake us up like that anymore.”
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messrsage · 4 months
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Hero
from @jegulus-microfic prompt: hero (words: 955)
“Harry got an A+ on his essay by the way,” James says as he finishes getting ready for bed.
Regulus is already snuggled up under the blankets, knees acting as a resting place for the book he’s currently reading.
“The one about who your hero is?” he asks. James nods, pulls a t-shirt over his head and goes into their bathroom to hang his towel back up again.
“Yep! Apparently his teacher was moved to tears by ‘the love that was so obvious’ in the essay. Says she’s rarely met a student more proud of their parent,” he says loudly, trying to make himself heard from the other room.
He’s coming back into their bedroom and joining Regulus under the covers just as Regulus puts his book on the bedside table.
“Well,” he says, voice teasing. “I bet this is doing wonders for your ego. I might have to humble you a bit more than usual from now on.”
James frowns, turning to face his husband.
“What?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice. “Reg, he didn’t write about me. He wrote about you, love.”
Regulus isn’t sure why that comes as a shock to him. That Harry would choose him as his hero.
He knew that Harry loved him just as much as he loved Harry but James was arguably the first person anyone would think of when thinking of the word ‘hero’.
James Potter was the human embodiment of the concept of heroes. Regulus was born to inhabit the meaning of something else, not quite the opposite but not anywhere near hero either. An anti-hero, perhaps.
So sue him for being shocked.
“Me?” he asks incredulously. “Why would he write about me?”
James sighs. Shuffles closer until they’re only a breath apart. He tucks a stray curl behind Regulus’s ear and Regulus has to repress a shiver when James’s finger drags across the shell of his ear. Even the gentlest of touch sets him on fire despite how long they’ve been together. He’d be more inclined to be embarrassed if James didn’t react the exact same way to his touch too.
“Regulus,” he says. “Harry loves you so much. You’re his father, why wouldn’t he want to write about you?”
Regulus bites his lip. He knows better than to tell James the truth. The idea of doing so causes his pulse to race, his stomach to turn. But he’d made a promise, a long time ago. To try to do better. Be better. For James. For Harry. And that included telling the truth.
“It’s just-“ he starts, unsure of how to get his thoughts across. How to translate his feelings into words in the way he wants them to be translated. He doesn’t want to be misunderstood. “It’s just shocking, I guess. You’re the hero. You saved Sirius. You saved me. You are the definition of a hero.”
James watches him for a moment, eyes roaming all over his face before he sighs and pulls Regulus close. He drops a kiss onto his curls. Breathes him in quietly. Tucks his chin over Regulus’s head.
“Baby, I didn’t save anyone. You saved yourselves. I only helped. If anything I’m a sidekick. You’re the hero. You literally tried to save the world! And, most importantly, you’re Harry’s world. You’re the one who stayed home with him when I was out doing missions. You’re the one who somehow makes an entire professional quidditch schedule work around drop offs and recitals and games and meetings. You are a hero, love. You just can’t see it the way the rest of us can.”
“But I was-“
“Was being the keyword in that sentence. You did what you had to do to survive. To get a better chance at saving all of us. What you did is not who you are. And you are so good, Regulus.”
Regulus can feel tears prickling in his eyes. He does his best to blink them away but he sniffles a little bit anyway as he clings harder to James’s chest, wrapping himself around him as if he were a snake or a vine. James only holds him harder, grip tight and secure. It feels like home.
“I can’t believe he wrote about me,” he whispers, voice incredulous.
“I can,” James whispers back. Regulus leaves a kiss right there on his collarbone before he moves back.
“Remind me to make him pancakes for breakfast tomorrow,” he says.
James snorts.
“Oh, I see how it is. I had to spend months to even get you to call me by my first name but Harry writes one essay and he gets pancakes? I should’ve know flattery only works on you if it’s through the written word.”
“Are you comparing yourself to our nine year old, Potter?”
James gasps.
“Take that back!”
Regulus bites down on his lip to keep from smiling but it’s a battle he’s losing fast.
“Never,” he says simply.
Before James has a chance to retort he’s taking James’s glasses off for him and putting them on his bedside table, the way he does every night.
“I love you,” he says because he feels like it’s extra important that James knows it right now. Because his heart is so full with love and gratefulness for James and the family they’ve made together. The home that’s theirs and theirs alone.
“I love you too,” James says.
By the time he’s closed his eyes and drifted off James is already snoring beside him. They sleep like that for the rest of the night, two parenthesis meeting in the middle where their hands clasp. And if Regulus dreams of the two of them clad in spandex, flying and fighting crime that night nobody needs to know.
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