Prompt: Champagne 745 Words (telling Sirius That Theyre Dating Ft. Brunch And Not So Gentle Threats Lmao)

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.

and they both call Lily "my flower"

James calls Regulus "my star" and Regulus calls James "my sun"

Bill me

(James Potter / Regulus Black / Lily Evans | 570 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Dress

It was a sunny day and all three of them were walking on the street, every now and then stopping by the shopping windows to look in. James made sure he would comment on every piece of clothing or jewellery. Lily on the other hand didn’t spend much time looking until she stopped in front of one shop with a summer dress on the display.

“Lily, you would look great in it,” James says sincerely.

“Definitely.” Regulus agrees. “Do you want to go in and try it?”

“I can’t just go in and try it. The shop looks expensive.” Lily says but her gaze lingers a little too long on the dress. Regulus smiles knowingly.

“It’s fine.” He says and opens the door for both of them. He lets them enter first and closes the door behind them. As soon as the cashier spots them, she hurries to greet them. “Good afternoon, Mr. Black.”

James and Lily immediately turn toward Regulus with confused looks. “Hello,” Regulus answers.

“Please, have a seat. Vincent is in the office; I will call him for you.” The cashier gestures towards the sofa.

“Who is Vincent?” Lily asks.

“The owner.” Regulus shrugs and links their arms so he can lead her to the sofa. James has an amused expression on his face and when they pass him, he wraps an arm around Regulus’ waist and whispers to him.

“Of course, you know the owner, you pretentious git.”

Regulus gives him an unimpressed look. “I shop here.”

James laughs out loud. “Of course, you do.”

“Oi, what does that supposed to mean?” Regulus asks but James’ answer is disturbed by the entrance of Vincent, an older-looking Italian man with his hair slicked back.

“Mr. Black.” He comes towards Regulus, and they shake hands. “I hope you are having a great day. What can I do for you?”

Regulus sits down on the sofa, tugging James right next to him. “My beautiful girlfriend would like to try the summer dress you have in the window.”

Vincent looks towards Lily. “Excellent choice, Ma'am. It’s our new collection. It arrived just two days ago.” He gestures to the door behind him suggesting Lily should follow him. The girl looks back nervously to her boyfriends but both of them nod in reassurance.

When Lily comes out James and Regulus can only stare. Because she looks like a goddess. The dress fits her perfectly. But the most beautiful is the look on Lily’s face when she sees herself in the mirror. Regulus can tell she loves it.

“Lils, you look amazing. They are perfect for you.” James says and Regulus can only nod. Lily blushes and goes back to the room to take them off.

“We should have a picnic date, Reg. Lily would wear this dress and you can braid flowers in her hair.” James says and presses a quick kiss to Regulus’ hair.

“Sure. This Saturday?”

“Great. I will cook for us.” James muses and rest his cheek on Regulus’ shoulder.

“Did you like them?” Vincent asks as soon as Lily comes back.

“Yeah. How much do they cost?” She asks.

Before Vincent can answer Regulus is already standing up, holding his hand towards James to help him. “Doesn’t matter. Send the bill and the dress to my address as usual. That will be all. Thank you, Vincent.” And without another word, he leads them out of the store with satisfied smirk.

taking chances. 223 words. @jegulus-microfic.

James was the first person who made Regulus smile after he showed up at the Potter’s doorstep dripping with water, a hysterical Kreacher in tow.

Two months later, Regulus laughed at something Remus said, and the jealousy that ripped through James was what made him realize.

He liked Regulus. A lot.

It took two more weeks for James to get Regulus to laugh. And it wasn’t even on purpose. He’d been up at an ungodly hour, trying to make crepes for breakfast because he knew Regulus and Sirius used to eat those when they were children.

Regulus padded into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep. He was wearing one of James' old shirts Effie had given him, the sleeves long, extending past Regulus’ fingers.

James dropped the eggs he was holding at the same moment he stepped forward, crushing them neatly underfoot and proceeding to eat shit.

Regulus had to sit on the floor across from James, he laughed so hard.

James was so pleased he didn’t even mind that he’d made a complete fool of himself. He’d do it again if it meant hearing Regulus’ squeaky laugh, seeing his cheeks flushed pink.

“I was trying to make you crepes.” James said, and held up a crushed bit of eggshell.

Regulus’ laughing hitched a bit. “Me?”

“Yeah.” James leaned forward. “You.”

Saving each other

(James Potter / Regulus Black ; Sirius Black & Regulus Black | 697 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Alive

CW: child abuse (Walburga and Orion A+ parenting)

It was a night James is sure he will never forget. The picture of Sirius, bloody, his hair mass and a hunted look on his face, with unconscious Regulus in his arms, firmly burned in his memory. It was a regular boring Wednesday until late at night someone frantically started knocking on their dorm. And everything changed.

James has never been this scared in his life. His hands were trembling when he wrapped them around Regulus to hold him. His voice broke when he called for his parents to help him when Sirius collapsed on the ground.

It's the morning of the next day. Sirius and James are sitting on the sofa in James’ bedroom talking in hushed voices.

“… after mother raised her wand, I don’t remember much,” Sirius says. James needs to know what happened, but he hates that his best friend has to live through it again. “I don’t know for how long it was happening, but they left me there on the ground in the end. That’s when Reg…” Sirius wipes his wet cheeks. “That’s when Reg came. He snuck out of his room to help me, but our parents heard him.”

James looks at the bed where his boyfriend is still sleeping. He hasn’t woken up since they arrived. But his parents and the healer say he should be alright, his body just needs time to heal. James would gladly take every curse instead of him. Just to spare him the pain. But he can’t. He just has to sit here and wait.

“He locked the door.” Sirius continues. “I could see the moment he made the decision. He pushed me into the fireplace the second our mother stormed in furious. Don’t you fucking dare to come back, Sirius. I got this. He yelled at me. He trowed the floo powder and called the name of an abandoned house we used to play in.”

James wants to burn the world to the ground. And most of all he wants to burn everyone who laid a hand on his best friend and boyfriend. He gave up a long time ago on trying not to cry.

“The last thing I saw was how the curse hit his body. My little brother. Screaming on the ground.” Sirius gets up to check on Regulus. He does it a lot. They both do. As to make sure he is still there sleeping. Sirius sits on the ground next to the bed. “I couldn’t leave him there, Prongs. I went back there in the middle of the night. No one expected me to, so they didn’t see us leaving. But they will know it was me. They will come for us. That’s why Regulus wanted to stay there. So, they would leave me alone.”

James slides down next to Sirius pressing their shoulders together. “You are safe. We will work this out. My parents are already talking to aurors.” Sirius gives him a sad look full of hopelessness that twists James’ stomach.

“I need you to take care or him, James. He will be mad at me when he wakes up. And he will need you.”

“Why would be mad at you?”

“Because I didn’t listen to him.”

“You saved him, he can’t be mad at you.”

“It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that he is here, alive.” Sirius closes his eyes like he has to repeat the last word several times in his mind to convince himself that it’s true. “Will you take care of him for me please?”

“Of course. I always take care of him.” Sirius knows this. But he still looks relief when he hears the confirmation. “I will go to call Remus.” He says and walks out of the room.

James sits on the other side of the bed. He doesn’t touch Regulus. For one he doesn’t want to wake him up, but he also knows it might scare the boy. So even if his arms are aching for him to wrap them around his boyfriend, he doesn’t. He settles for watching Regulus’ chest rise and fall. Each breath is a demonstration of the words: alive, safe, here with me.

Regulus coming up with baby names Florimel and Aster after flowers/stars. 😭