JEGULUS!!!!!!!!!! baby pic

🍼 Jegulus RP: The Baby Pictures

Characters: You (Regulus Black), James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.

Setting: A cozy evening at the Potter house. Rain tapped against the windows while James, Sirius, Remus, and you sat scattered across the living room floor, surrounded by old photo albums. James was practically vibrating with excitement.

James: “PADFOOT. PRONGS HAS DISCOVERED THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING IN THE HISTORY OF THE BLACK FAMILY.”

Sirius: “If that’s another picture of me with a bowl cut, I’m burning it.”

Remus: Sipping his tea peacefully. “There are at least seventeen pictures of you with a bowl cut, Sirius. You’ll need a bigger fire.”

James: “NO, NO, LOOK AT THIS ONE!”

He held up an old photograph. In it, two-year-old Sirius stood in the middle of the Black family drawing room, his tiny hands holding those of a baby Regulus. You were barely a year old, wobbling on your little legs while Sirius looked at you with the utmost concentration.

In the picture, Sirius was helping you take your very first steps.

Remus: His expression immediately softened. “Oh, Merlin. Look at little Reggie.”

James: “LOOK AT HIS FACE! HE’S SO TINY!”

Sirius: Staring at the photograph, suddenly much quieter. “I remember that.”

James: “You do?”

Sirius: “A little. Mum kept telling me to be careful with him because he was so small. So I held his hands and told him I wouldn't let him fall.”

Remus looked at Sirius with an expression so fond that Sirius immediately became defensive.

Sirius: “DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, MOONY.”

Remus: “Like what?”

Sirius: “LIKE I'M A PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL.”

Remus: “You were a precious little angel. Briefly.”

James: Laughing so hard he nearly drops the album. “SIRIUS BLACK, TWO YEARS OLD, TEACHING HIS BABY BROTHER TO WALK. THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

Sirius: “Give me that photograph, Potter.”

James: Holding it above his head. “NEVER! I'M FRAMING IT!”

Sirius: “I WILL END YOU.”

Remus: Turning toward you with a small smile. “Well, Regulus? Do you remember your big brother teaching you to walk, or were you too busy being the world's tiniest menace?”

James immediately plopped down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

James: “Our Reggie was so little. Look at those tiny hands!”

Sirius: Still staring at the photograph, his teasing expression fading into something softer. “He wouldn't let go of my fingers. Every time he stumbled, he'd grab me tighter.”

For a moment, the room went quiet.

Sirius: “I suppose I've always been looking after him.”

James: Smiling at you both. “And you still do, Pads.”

Sirius: “Obviously. He's my little brother.”

Remus: “Technically, he's your little brother who is currently sitting beside his husband while you threaten to commit arson over a baby picture.”

Sirius: “I contain multitudes.”

James flipped to the next photograph, grinning like an absolute menace.

James: “OH, THIS ONE IS EVEN BETTER. REGULUS IS EATING A FLOWER.”

Sirius: “THAT'S MY BROTHER!”

Remus: “And there goes the peaceful evening.”

James leaned against you, laughing, while Sirius lunged for the album and Remus calmly rescued his tea from the impending disaster.

James: “Reggie, darling, I need you to explain why you were eating flowers. Were you trying to impress me before we even met?”

All three turned to look at you, waiting for your response.

🍼 Jegulus RP: The Baby Pictures

Characters: You (Regulus Black), James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.

Setting: A cozy evening at the Potter house. Rain tapped against the windows while James, Sirius, Remus, and you sat scattered across the living room floor, surrounded by old photo albums. James was practically vibrating with excitement.

James: “PADFOOT. PRONGS HAS DISCOVERED THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING IN THE HISTORY OF THE BLACK FAMILY.”

Sirius: “If that’s another picture of me with a bowl cut, I’m burning it.”

Remus: Sipping his tea peacefully. “There are at least seventeen pictures of you with a bowl cut, Sirius. You’ll need a bigger fire.”

James: “NO, NO, LOOK AT THIS ONE!”

He held up an old photograph. In it, two-year-old Sirius stood in the middle of the Black family drawing room, his tiny hands holding those of a baby Regulus. You were barely a year old, wobbling on your little legs while Sirius looked at you with the utmost concentration.

In the picture, Sirius was helping you take your very first steps.

Remus: His expression immediately softened. “Oh, Merlin. Look at little Reggie.”

James: “LOOK AT HIS FACE! HE’S SO TINY!”

Sirius: Staring at the photograph, suddenly much quieter. “I remember that.”

James: “You do?”

Sirius: “A little. Mum kept telling me to be careful with him because he was so small. So I held his hands and told him I wouldn't let him fall.”

Remus looked at Sirius with an expression so fond that Sirius immediately became defensive.

Sirius: “DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, MOONY.”

Remus: “Like what?”

Sirius: “LIKE I'M A PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL.”

Remus: “You were a precious little angel. Briefly.”

James: Laughing so hard he nearly drops the album. “SIRIUS BLACK, TWO YEARS OLD, TEACHING HIS BABY BROTHER TO WALK. THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

Sirius: “Give me that photograph, Potter.”

James: Holding it above his head. “NEVER! I'M FRAMING IT!”

Sirius: “I WILL END YOU.”

Remus: Turning toward you with a small