#Reggie's date?

[hidden-for-reg]

july 21: core | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 280

“Reg, come on!”

“James, I said no.” Regulus snapped back at James, who was persistently following him through corridors.

“Reg, please!”

Regulus whipped around and James skidded to a halt in front of him. “James.”

James, the idiot that he was, grinned stupidly down at Regulus. “Reggie.”

“I said no.”

“Oh, come on, please, just one date!” James pleaded, eyebrows furrowed together and hands clasped together. Regulus imagined James in that same position but on his knees in front of him. He shook the thought away quickly though with a shiver.

Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Reg, just one date so I can show you what an amazing boyfriend I would be!”

He merely stared back at James.

James pursed his lips before blurting out, “Come on, we’re meant to be, Reg, I can feel it in my core! Deep, deep down I can feel it!”

Regulus looked over James. He looked kind of adorable like that, with his eyes blazing, brows furrowed, and chest slightly heaving. “I think you’re being a tad dramatic,” Regulus scoffed, rolling his eyes.

James put his hand on his chest in mock surprise. “Dramatic is my middle name, Regulus, what can I say?”

Regulus looked James up and down again before turning away from James and gritting out, “You know what? Fine. I’ll… go on a date with you.” 

He heard James gasp and before James could start screaming, he cut in with, “But, don’t get all dramatic about it, yeah?” Regulus turned to face James again. “I want this to be just ours, not the whole school’s,” he murmured, “can you do that?”

James’ face softened. “Of course, anything for you, love.”

[bebyebeeh]

i saw this and thought of them

[as-thra]

"Let me go I'm going to be late—"

"Our baby brother's all grown up..."

"It's just a date!"

🌹 Page siblings for the page sibling likers :]!!! mostly for trevor and jester since their posts about esme and reggie made me think about them a lot snsjsjsn

🐍 Bonus!!! The other side of the sibling dynamic (lovingly), aslan and cassandra:

bonus bonus.. how i imagine the pose i drew the page siblings in, daniel grows taller than esme eventually and she still insists on pulling him down for hugs:

[pickinglilahs]

Remus starts carrying chocolate for Regulus.

Trans!Regulus and Remus study buddies and Reggie complaining about cramps and craving chocolate. So Remus starts keeping some in his bag (cause it melts in pockets. He figured that out the hard way and Reggie laughed *and almost cried* at him) and Remus knows that periods are on a cycle but poor Reggie is so stressed that his 'cycle' is whenever it feels like his life isn't shitty enough so Remus at first thinks Reggie is just messing with him but Reggie is a terrible actor and could/would never and when Reggie explains it Remus just holds him tight and gives him more chocolate

[meelusinee]

ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | R.B X READER

word count \ 2.8k | fluff and stuff | slash / regulus black x reader

in which regulus takes you out on a date to a local italian place

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | REGULUS BLACK X READER

Regulus had never felt more nervous in his life than what he did right now.

He had faced a lot of things. He had faced his father’s and mother’s weath. He had faced Sirius leaving. He had faced death over and over, either his friends or ones he might’ve done. He’d even faced the Dark Lord himself, no speck of fear shown in his face. 

The Dark Lord himself called Regulus Black a brave man. One of his bravest.

So why was he so nervous now?

He had changed his outfit about ten different times before Kreacher had gotten sick of his pacing and chose one for him. A black sweater with a black denim jacket on top, different patches of paint covering the pockets and back. He had on work pants similar to yesterday, the ends flaring out. Kreacher had also handed him jewelry to wear, gothic necklaces and rings each.

Even though he wasn’t sure, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter anymore.

“Kreacher doesn’t understand why Master Regulus is freaking out this much.” he grumbled, shaking his head and ticking his tongue. “Kreacher never freaked out this much when he was with his wife.”

“Because I feel obsessed with her,” Regulus stated simply, grabbing an eyeliner pencil before blinking. “Wait, you have a wife?”

“Oh yes, Kreacher has a wife!” he said excitedly, clapping his hands before standing on top of Regulus’ dresser while he did makeup. “Kreacher’s wife was sold to a different owner though. Kreacher hasn’t seen her since.”

“Maybe you should try and find her.” Regulus said. “Could you do that?”

“House elves have magical bonding to each other once they are together, yes.” Kreacher says. “It is how Kreacher knows she is still alive and well. We can communicate through the bond.”

Regulus blinked at that, having not known that was even possible. “Like telepathy?”

“Yes, like telepathy.” he smiled. “Think of it like a matching bracelet with a partner, with a part that buzzes your bracelet each time they press it. Whenever Kreacher thinks of her, Kreacher’s wife will feel it, and visa versa. No thoughts though.”

“You know,” Regulus mumbled, blending his eyeliner out to make a more faded look. “I’ll be gone for this date for a while.”

“Master could not possibly be suggesting what Kreacher thinks he is.” Kreacher muttered, almost in awe.

“You deserve so much more than her, Kreacher.” he said, patting Kreacher on the head. “You deserve the world. And I think finding your wife is a key to that. Go get her.”

Kreacher smiled happily at that, agreeing on the condition that he would help Regulus first. 

Regulus decided that he needed to stop worrying. That thought didn’t stop him from worrying, but the thought counted at least. He also decided that he was going to buy you flowers. Magnolias seemed to be a staple in your relationship now that he had talked about them yesterday, so that was what he was going to get.

He walked to the park about an hour before your date was meant to happen, spending about 20 minutes magically ensuring that the flowers were of the best quality. He made sure to cloak his magic though, not wanting neither Muggles to see or the Ministry to track him.

He had flowers. Now was the time to get to your house.

Your house that he didn’t know.

You were currently panicking in your room, dress laid on your body.

You really wanted to impress Regulus. Sure, you didn’t know Regulus all that well, but there was something about him nonetheless. He seemed genuinely nice, like a true good guy.

Which is why you had bought this dress just for him.

It was a purple mermaid dress with spaghetti straps and a black lace overlay. You thought that he might like it, it gave you a vampiric aesthetic kind of vibe. You thought he gave those too.

But would he like it? Would he think you’re doing too much?

You sighed, hands rubbing your forehead as you tried to think. You seemed to know about him, but you also felt like you knew nothing at all. He talked, but not about him. He mainly talked about you, if he was being honest, which made you feel extremely guilty now that you thought about it. Would he only talk about you once you got to the restaurant? Would your dress even hold up in the weather on the way to the restaurant?

You were dragged out of your thoughts when your phone rang. It was Regulus.

REGULUS: I planned on picking you up for our date, but I realized that I don’t know where you live.

REGULUS: Do you want me to come to your house, or do you want to meet at the restaurant?

You felt a flush growing even harder on your face as you read that. He wanted to come to you? Was that a thing that you wanted? 

Your heart had immediately said yes.

YOU: i really don’t mind either way, whatever u want to do!!!

YOU: i live just above the bakery, it’s a two story building. the stairs are in the back, tho it’s a bit of a climb

REGULUS: That’s fine, I don’t mind.

REGULUS: Do you have any vases?

Vases? Was he bringing you flowers? Did you even have vases?

Your eyes darted over to your kitchen counter, looking at the island counter. You had a vase when you first moved in, though gave it away after a month or two for a friend.

YOU: no vases :c i’m sorry reggie

REGULUS: That’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll see you in about 10 minutes then, is that okay?

YOU: that sounds lovely! i’ll see you!

You sighed softly, looking down at your phone with a lovesick smile. You were already so done for.

Regulus showed up to the bakery with a smile, going to the back and walking up the stairs. It was a bit of a long climb, though he didn’t mind.

He hummed after he knocked on your house door, the Magnolia flowers in a red vase. His hair was a bit tousled from walking, but he hoped that would add to an appeal of some kind. There was a flush on his face, smiling softly as he waited.

“Coming!” you called out, your voice echoing through the room behind the door.

Regulus smiled at the sound of your voice, hand tightening around his vase as you spoke. He held it even harder when you finally opened the door, almost dropping it out of shock.

How was it possible for someone to look so good?

There you stood in your magnetic glory, the purple dress you wore quickly becoming his favorite sight. 

“Are those Magnolia flowers?” you asked him excitedly, gently grabbing the vase. “From the tree that we saw yesterday?”

“Yeah,” he stuttered out, clearing his throat. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. It all felt like a fever dream. “You, uhm, you look good.” he muttered with a blush. “Really good. Truly.” 

You giggled softly, holding the vase of flowers in your hand. “Let me put these up, okay?”

“Okay.” he whispered breathlessly, smiling dopily as you walked off. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, his face flushing bright red.

You came back outside just as quick, the large smile on his face making his heart beat even worse. It suited your face so perfectly, a sight that he wasn’t sure he could ever get out of his mind.

You looked perfect.

“Are you ready?” you asked him. 

He nodded, a small smile growing on his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

The walk to the restaurant was calm and serene; which helped your beating heart for just a moment. Then it made it worse. A lot worse.

Your hands were swinging together peacefully as you walked in silence, though you found the silence comfortable. You wanted to learn more about him, but you found this silence gave you more about him than things he might say instead. 

Regulus was a quiet man. He liked the silence, and didn’t like talking about himself much. Even still, he seemed caring. Like a man who cared too much but was never allowed to express it. 

You wanted to show him that it was okay to do that. 

Regulus held your hand as you both walked. He practiced the sidewalk rule. He bought you flowers, held doors for you, and did anything one could imagine for a partner to do. He was absolutely perfect, though you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. 

“Here we are.” Regulus said, smiling at you with an expression that just screamed love.

You wanted to see it every single day.

“It smells delicious.” you sighed softly, smiling as you inhaled the scent. It smelled like a lot of things. Bread, garlic, sauces that mingled so well together. “What do you think you’re going to get, Reggie?”

“Probably something light.” he muttered quietly. “Spaghetti?”

“We could share!” you said excitedly, arms wrapping around his. “We could have that scene from the Lady and the Tramp.”

“The what?” he asked curiously, looking over at you.

You grew a bright flush on your face as you realized what you just said, stammering as you looked down at the ground. He had a small smile on his face, though it also looked rather confused about your reference. “It’s, uh, it’s nothing. I mean, it was stupid.”

“I want to know.” he whispered, tilting your chin up to look up at him. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me.”

You flushed wildly at that, your stammering getting even worse as he spoke. How could one say things like that so casually? He was like a character from a romance book, or someone from your dreams. Someone you never thought you would meet in your life.

“It’s just a movie reference.” you mumbled quietly. 

Regulus smiled softly at that, caressing the line of your jaw. “What was the reference?”

“Well, the two love interests,” you muttered, stuttering out your words as you spoke. “They were eating pasta, and they had the same piece. So they, you know, ate the piece. Together?”

“You want to kiss through pasta?” he smiled knowingly, raising his eyebrow.

You pouted at him, crossing your arms. “You hush.”

“My lips are sealed.” he chuckled quietly, hand moving down to your waist as he guided you inside of the restaurant. “C’mon.”

You felt your face flush with every step as you both sat down, your fingers fidgeting with each other as you sat across from him. Your heart was beating out of your chest wildly, so fast that you were sure that it wasn’t forming any contraction.

The waiter came over and you ordered, though your date was mostly a blur because of your emotions. You felt everything all at once, warmth and fuzziness running through your veins.

He was so kind and caring. You got to talk about yourself. He talked a bit about himself, enough to keep you coming back for more. Maybe that was his plan all along, but you found yourself too hooked already to truly care about it.

There was something magical about him, something you couldn’t quite place. It was a feeling that felt so familiar to you, like the feeling of home.

Maybe that’s why you liked him from the beginning. Because he reminded you of home.

“Do you want a to go container for your food?” he asked quietly, pointing at your half eaten pasta. You had eaten quite a few breadsticks beforehand, which made your stomach rather full by the time the pasta came around.

“Maybe, yeah.” you smiled. “Thank you.”

He waved his hand mindlessly, calling the waiter over for a container and the check. You didn’t know how much it cost, since he took the check before you could even look at it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to split it?” you asked.

He shrugged simply. “I have money,” he said, putting cash into the folder. “Plus, I felt you’d want to focus your money on the bakery.”

You flushed brightly, smiling softly. “Thank you, Reggie. Really.”

“You're welcome.” he smiled. He grabbed your container after standing up, holding his hand out for you to hold. “Walk home?”

“Walk home.” you smiled softly.

Your walk home was absolutely perfect. The sun was setting down and created the perfect ambiance, although the air was still cool. The park was full of small children running around for their weekend play, images of your future ones running around with them.

God, you were being delusional.

But how could you not be? Regulus was the perfect man, the best one you had ever met. And so far, he had no issues with you either. He talked about himself when you asked, he let you talk about yourself whenever you wanted.

He was the definition of perfect.

Which is why you felt destroyed by the time you reached your apartment.

“I suppose this is goodbye for the night.” Regulus whispered softly, a small frown growing on his face.

“I think so.” you whispered. “I wish this night could last forever.”

He smiled softly, his hand squeezing yours. “Me

too.” he whispered. “But I read that having some time apart is healthy. I can stop by the bakery tomorrow, if you’re working?”

“That sounds amazing,” you giggled softly. “Thank you, Reggie. I really loved this date.”

He smiled softly, hand squeezing yours again. This time it was a bit harder. There was a blush growing on his face as well, though you decided not to comment on it.

“I did too.” he smiled softly at you.

You smiled softly, the both of you standing there for a couple minutes. There was no sound or movement that you felt could distract you from this moment, eyes locked on each other.

“I have to get back home.” he whispered under his breath, though he didn’t move a single inch.

“You do.” you nodded slowly, still holding onto his hand. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course.” he smiled softly, still standing there. He busted out into a small chuckle after a moment, looking down at the ground. “I know I said that it’s important for us. But I really don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t think you should.” you grumbled with a pout, before sighing. “But, you are right. We need our alone time each.”

He smiled softly, nodding. “We do.” he said.

Your hands finally separated as he looked up at you, his eyes looking down at your lips before up at your eyes again. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You smiled softly at him, though it didn’t reach as far as it could. Did he not want to kiss you?

“Tomorrow.” you smiled.

He nodded, a large blush covering his face as he nodded you goodbye. His hands fidgeted with the other as he walked back, and you watched him walking away down the street.

You smiled softly. It was probably too soon to kiss him anyways. So, you made your way back inside your apartment.

The flowers were still on your kitchen counter when you walked in, the scent of the flowers permeating inside of the house. It reminded you of him.

You felt your purse buzz, most likely your phone going off. Your hands reached down to grab it, smiling brighter when you saw Regulus’ name.

REGULUS: I wanted you to know that I really loved our date today, Y/N. It was truly amazing.

REGULUS: I’m sorry for not being very expressive, or for not kissing you before I left.

REGULUS: I wish I did.

You felt your cheeks flushing as you read his messages, anticipation building higher and higher the longer you watched those three bubbles type.

YOU: i really enjoyed our date too!!! it was really nice, and refreshing? idk if that makes sense

YOU: and u can always come back for a kiss <3

You smirked proudly, feeling very proud at your successful teasing. 

You decided to change out of your dress, changing into a sweater and some shorts you had lying around. You were about to start a movie when your doorbell rang, feet carrying you to open it.

“Reggie?” you asked quietly, a small squeak coming out of your throat as his hands grabbed your face desperately. 

The kiss was perfect. Everything felt perfect with him, if you were honest. His hands were grabbing at your cheeks, thumbs caressing them gently as his lips hungrily kissed yours. 

“Jesu,” you chuckled breathlessly as he pulled back, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Regulus panted softly, looking down at your lips. “They felt better than I thought they would.”

“Really?” you asked breathlessly. Could he get any hotter?

“Really.” he smiled, kissing your forehead. “Thank you for that. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You sighed dreamily, giving his lips one more peck. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thanks to everyone who's read this! i loaf all of u guys frfr (i have written so much that i have no regular people words)

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog!

[starchasing-chocolate]

You Owe Me Ten Dollars

“Good night, James.” Regulus smiles shyly from his doorstep, his hand slowly turning the doorknob of his apartment open.

James fidgets in place awkwardly, not remembering what is considered appropriate “first date goodbye” etiquette. Regulus appears to be in the same predicament, pulling at the hems of his oversized sweater before deciding to turn and enter his apartment.

Regulus stands still in the entryway with his back facing James, and for a moment, James thinks Regulus might turn back around. And he does.

Regulus twists around quickly, practically leaping off the doorstep and into James’ awaiting arms as he takes a hold of James’ collar. James only has time to widen his eyes before Regulus is pulling him down into a kiss.

A kiss. Regulus is kissing him.

By the time James comes to his senses and kisses back, Regulus is pulling away, smiling at James one last time before slamming the door in his face.

Time is suddenly meaningless to James as he stands dazed, confused, and hopelessly smitten on Regulus’ doorstep. The second his brain finally catches up to his body, James breaks out into a goofy grin, laughing and giggling to himself as he skips down the staircase and hops into his car.

James pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Remus’ number, snickering as he waits for his friend to answer. Moony owes him ten dollars.

[innytoes]

Happy birthday @jatp-spinsb!

"I don't think this is a good idea," Ray said, twisting the leash between his nervous hands.

"Come on, Dad, it's too late to back out now," Julie cajoled him. "You said you wanted to help Flynn and I with our charity project."

And Ray had. He thought it was great that the school had this program. It helped teach kids planning, coordination, they did a lot of writing for the advertising. He just... hadn't expected Julie and Flynn to go this hard.

"I thought you meant with photography or setting up or something," he said. "What happened to a good old fashioned bake sale, anyway?"

"Everyone does a bake sale," Carlos rolled his eyes. Carlos was also helping, but mostly in corralling dogs behind the scenes. "Besides, this way they raise money for the shelter, and they might adopt out a few cute dogs! It's a double whammy."

"It'll look really good on our college applications," Julie said, giving him the best puppy dog eyes in the room. Which, considering the amount of puppy dogs back stage was saying something.

On stage, Flynn was talking up a storm, raising the price of 'Eligible Bachelor Number Three And Muffin The ChiWeenie' steadily. It helped that Eligible Bachelor Number Three, also known as Flynn's Uncle Todd, was a bodybuilder and about twenty years younger than Ray. Sure, officially people were bidding on a date with the dog and the 'bachelor' was just a 'chaperone', but Ray didn't think the two ladies in a bidding war cared much about the dachshund-chihuahua mix in his arms.

"Sold to the lady in the red dress for two hundred dollars!" Flynn said, cheerfully. Todd happily coaxed Muffin down the stage.

"Come on, dad, you can do this," Julie said, squeezing his shoulders. He tried not to think of the fact that she'd made him swap his shirt out this morning for a tighter one. "Besides, Donut is a really cute dog. Don't you want her to get adopted?"

He gave her a Look, but before he could say anything, Flynn called him up on stage. With a sigh, he went. "Our next bachelor is chaperoning Donut! Donut loves long walks on the beach, belly rubs, and discussing whether or not Han Shot First."

Ray tried his best to smile, walking Donut up and down the stage once and showing how well behaved she was, sitting on command (with a treat for enticement, of course).

The bidding started at fifty dollars, and for a moment Ray's heart seized. What if nobody bid at all? What if Flynn had to lower the price? What if-

"Fifty dollars!"

And then the bidding was off. Someone else bid sixty, and he showed off how Donut knew how to high five, scratching her ears fondly when she did. "You're a good dog," he told her, because it was way easier to focus on her trusting, sweet face than on the sea of people staring at him like a piece of meat. From behind the stage, Julie motioned at him to stand up again, and Carlos made some flexing motions.

He chose to ignore his son, but he did stand up and smile at the crowd.

Seventy, eighty. The bidding got slower, as Flynn rattled off true facts (Donut was great with children) and less true facts (Donut's favourite art movement was Dadaism).

And okay, maybe he flexed just a little. Subtly.

Then...

"Three hundred!" Someone from the back called. Which, considering they'd only just reached ninety, was a bit of a shock. He tried to look into the crowd, but he couldn't really see who was bidding. It was a male voice, though. There was some murmuring, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the ridiculous price hike, or because of who bid on him. Well, Donut.

"Do I hear three-ten?" Flynn tried, but nobody raised their hand. "Sold for three hundred to the enthusiastic gentleman in the back!"

"Whoo!" came the answer, and Ray laughed a little as he and Donut went back down the steps of the stage on the other side. He followed the little arrows Julie and Flynn had put on the floor in tape, and then he was at the meeting point.

He crouched down again, telling Donut what a good girl she was, laughing as she flopped over on her side so he could give her belly rubs. He was so busy loving on her, that he almost didn't realise someone came up to them.

"Oh wow, she really does love belly rubs," he said, and Ray looked up, smiling.

And then froze.

Because that was Reggie Peters, the bassist of Sunset Curve.

Reggie Peters had paid three hundred dollars to go on a date with him.

No, pull yourself together Ray, he told himself. He paid three hundred dollars to help charity and meet a cute dog. "She does," he agreed. "She also really does like long walks and the beach. And she's very cute." Donut gave a happy little doggy pant in agreement.

"Yeah well so's her chaperone," Reggie Peters, the bassist of Sunset Curve said.

Oh.

Oh.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

We don't talk about the fact that one of Reggie's main hobbies is peeling corn nearly enough as a fandom?? Like:

He's full of so much whimsy

[arcadekitten]

how do you think mary and reggie's first kiss happened?

Well it hasn't happened! (yet?)

[flufallo]

These two should have a competition for who can get the most bitches because they both seem to be pretty good at it lmao

[electricxmayhem]

when I was a teen i made up a team of teen superhero oc’s, but in 2024 i’ve found myself more drawn to the adult characters, and two of the dads fell in love

[diltonsstrangescience]

[elilelibeli]

They are doing a painting date night. Wine bottle is open, paintbrushes scattered around the table, they each have their own water cup that now has a strange color from all the mixed paint. The new vinyl they got today is filling the space with warm sounds.

James and Regulus spent a sunny Sunday together, out and about. You know those day where you don’t really have to do anything but the weather is so good you come up with special errands to run or go to places you would not really get to go if you were busy. That’s how they end up in Sunday Market Extravaganza this morning, getting everything from fancy pickles to rings and handcrafted elf ears for Reggie. And then terrace lunch and walk through the park followed by shopping spree at arts&crafts shop for their impromptu painting night date. That is how they are finishing their already lovely Sunday with small molberts in front of them, wine glass in one hand and paint brush in the other.

The objective of the night is to paint each other. Regulus will paint James and it will turn out amazing and beautiful and museum worthy as James describes and James will try to paint Regulus as he really tries to not mess up but “honestly even I can’t mess up Reggies beautiful face”.

Regulus was a bit skeptical, he really likes painting but it is his alone time activity, he doesn’t really like to share the process or the product. But seeing James focusing with his tongue slightly out and brows furrowed is convincing him that sometimes saying yes to things you don’t want is good because my god James looks really adorable.

Regulus has studied James’s face, like he doesn’t even need to look at him to paint him, but every chance he gets to really look at the love of his life’s face he takes it all in. The messy curls dancing with every little head turn, smile lines around his eyes because he really does smile with the most beautiful and the biggest smile ever. Lopsided grin and jawline that could kill a man. So he is sitting there staring and painting and staring and painting and he is so so pleased.

It’s really everything Regulus loves. Days spent slowly, holding James’s arm, talking and walking and just existing submerged by warmth and love. He knows how lucky he is and feels how truly happy he is, sitting here in his home full with comfort and hugs, shared secrets of the dark, midnight snacks and morning sex and he is giddy with the feeling, he smiles at the thought that he is sitting there with his elf ears and paintbrush in his hand and he has never felt more loved or at peace and oh life is so worth living like this.

“Reggie to Earth” James’s honey coated voice pulls him down from the clouds of happiness, “Are you finished?”

“Umm..I think so” Regulus is looking at his painting, “Are you done?”

“Yes it’s done, it’s the best it can get I am afraid and if I do more I’ll just ruin it.” James is focusing back to his painting. “Show me yours please”

Regulus holds his painting up and takes a picture of it and James’s face side by side. They look identical, warm eyes and grin and everything. Regulus chuckles, he is pleased with his skills and turns the painting around to show it to James.

“Oh my god love, this is amazing” James’s eyes tear up in seconds. “I love this so much, I love you, oh this is going straight to my parents they will love it” he smiles at Regulus.

“Go on show me yours” Regulus interrupts the string of compliments eager to see how James did.

James takes a breath in and slowly turns his painting around. Only it’s not a painting, it has words on it, carefully written with love hearts around it. And suddenly Regulus’s breath hitches because his brain registers what the words say and he is looking at James on his knee and back at the painting and back at the most beautiful ring he has ever seen and oh my god he is crying.

He is crying because James is saying how much he loves Regulus and how he can not wait for another week to start without being engaged with him and how he is so beautiful and so lucky to have him and he is saying Regulus’s full name and asking the question and oh my god Regulus will marry James!

If you’ve ever seen the night sky on new years illuminated with sudden bursts of thousand fireworks you know how Regulus feels. He is full of love and fireworks of happiness are going off in his whole being.

He jumps up from his seat and cries “Yes”, the best word he has ever said, to James and hugs him with full force.

The ring is beautiful, he is hugging his now fiancee, who to nobody’s surprise is sobbing happiness tears and he oh my god is still wearing the ridiculous elf ears and sweatpants and he is engaged to the love of his life like this and it’s ridiculous and so happy. Happiest, in the arms of his forever love and a beautiful, beautiful ring on his finger.

Heavily inspired by this tiktok

[crimescrimson]

The Scorned Hacktivist Wrench in Watch_Dogs Legion: Bloodline (2021)