On the topic of Regulus' patronus, since I won't let this die until I see it in a fic even if I have to write it myself.
Regulus: Why can't I get this bloody charm to work
Remus: Happy thoughts, Reg. Happy thoughts.
Regulus: What part of my upbringing gave you the illusion I have those?
Remus: Happy. Thoughts
Peter: Think like that fairy! Tonker Bells!
Remus: Tinker Bell. Purebloods.
Regulus: Could you two stop arguing over muggle cartoons so I can focus!
Regulus: Expecto Patronum!
Sirius: Bloody hell Reggie, is that a lion?
Regulus: Oh.
James: Oh.
Remus: He's beautiful Reg, what are you going to name him?
Regulus: Helios
Sirius: You're going to name your patronus after the sun?
Regulus: It keeps to the family theme doesn't it?
Sirius: Mother would have a fit. Looks like both her sons are more Gryffindor than Black. This is bloody brilliant! Told you Reggie, you should've been sorted into Gryffindor!
James: I think his patronus is perfect for him.
Regulus: I think so too.
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prompt: champagne — 745 words (telling sirius that they’re dating ft. brunch and not so gentle threats lmao) @jegulus-microfic
How Regulus had let his boyfriend convince him that brunch was the place to inform Sirius of their relationship is beyond him. A couple fluttered blinks of those bright hazel eyes and a well placed ‘please, love, it’s important to me’ between kisses in bed and it was done.
Regulus has never considered himself a weak man, but fucking hell, if James Potter hasn’t proven otherwise.
Sirius, to his credit, hasn’t exploded. He’s currently seeming rather catatonic where he sits across the table, which is its own sort of concerning, but there’s no immediate screaming. A good sign? Regulus isn’t convinced.
When Regulus catches their waitress on her way past their table, he waves her down. She’s polite with a smile when she steps nearer, asking what he needs.
“Do you have anything stronger than the champagne in these mimosas available right now?” He asks, fluttering a hand toward the few glasses on the table.
“Um, well, there’s vodka in the bloody Marys on our brunch menu. Would you like to order one of those?”
“I’d like a bottle of just the vodka for the table, actually.”
He knows it’s an impossible request, he’s just hoping that maybe sliding her a twenty note or two might convince her to do him this one kindness. Her brow furrows and she looks at Sirius first before glancing past Regulus at James.
“He’s joking,” James says, forcing a nervous sounding laugh.
Regulus sinks in his seat, mumbling, “I’m really not.”
James lets out another shaking laugh before requesting the check as soon as she can get it for them. The poor girl darts another odd look around the table before painting a smile back on and nodding, then she’s gone again. Regulus goes back to staring at Sirius, who has taken to looking at him through narrowed eyes.
“You two are dating.” It’s not a question, no longer needing the clarification given they’ve already explained twice.
Regulus arches a brow. “Should I say it in French for you next?”
“Reg…” James warns.
“Actually, you,” Sirius swivels his focus to James who looks back at him, wide-eyed. “Millions of people on this earth and you decide my brother is the one you want to date?”
Regulus rolls his eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck that way. This is the response he expected. Because of course Sirius would jump to that, to the fact that James would choose to be with him, as if it’s some great offense to the order of the universe.
Instead of offering further comment, Regulus snatches his glass from the table and downs the remaining bit of mimosa in it. He wasn’t joking about the little bit of champagne not being enough to get through this.
“You know I’ll kill you if you hurt him, James.”
Regulus chokes on the gulp of his drink.
Both James and Sirius look at him in concern as he reaches for his napkin and covers a couple more sputtering coughs into it, then wipes at his mouth.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Sirius scowls at him, kicking his shin beneath the table. “You idiot, of course I’d kill him for you. I’d kill him in a heartbeat.”
“Cheers, mate,” James snorts.
“You— Hang on.” Regulus sits up straighter, blinks beneath the crease of his brows, and glances between the two of them. “So, you’re… okay? With me and him?”
“I mean, I’m not totally wrapping my head around it at the moment. Still in shock, maybe, but… sure?” Sirius tilts his head like he’s thinking it over before he shrugs. “You’re both pains in my ass so I guess it makes a little sense.”
James laughs; it doesn’t sound nervous anymore. Now it’s Regulus’ turn to stare blankly at his brother as he tries to make sense of this actually going fairly well instead of being the catastrophic event he had been bracing himself for all morning.
It’s only when James knocks his elbow into his that he’s pulled from his thoughts. There’s a fond smile on his face when Regulus looks at him, the same kind that has soothed many of Regulus’ worries in the past few months. God, he really does love him, stupid brunch announcements and all.
“Told you it wouldn’t be as big a deal as you thought.” James presses a quick kiss to his cheek.
Regulus notices Sirius’ nose scrunch at the open display of affection and ends up laughing finally, too.
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I am so, so normal about the idea that the intersection between Carmine's likes and Drayton's likes is Kieran.
Just the idea that this guy genuinely wanted to be friends with Kieran—still wants to be friends with Kieran—but ends up in a weird friendship triangle with Carmine over him, until everything goes so wrong that he and Carmine end up bonding over their shared concern over Kiki.
Like Drayton just follows Kieran around in the biomes, pretending to be surprised to see him (and that fractures their relationship more). Before TM, he encourages Kieran and tells him he's just as strong as his sister, if not stronger (Kieran takes it a jab at his sister, the same way she does, but he's just clumsily trying to help his self-esteem). He calls him Kiki and bud, and makes him hang around E4 meetings since he'll just wait for Carmine outside otherwise.
Just...Drayton being an older brother to Kieran, but failing miserably, until they finally have a heart to heart post-ID and Drayton tells him he was never mocking Kieran (except when Juliana wins, but he figured that was fair game and didn't realize just how badly Kieran was doing).
Kieran still pushes him into the water when Drayton cheekily says he should call him Bro.
Carmine tries strangling him when she hears that his response to "We aren't related" is "Well, if I marry Carmine..."
He is only saved because the E4+Juliana band together to restrain her.
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