At age nine, Regulus fell over at a function and Sirius pulled him up, hissing to hurry before their parents saw.

The greenhouse was a sanctuary, a place where the outside world ceased to exist. The air was thick with the scent of earth and petals, the glass walls shimmering with condensation. Regulus stood amidst the foliage, his fingers brushing against the delicate leaves of a lily. He was a figure of quiet elegance, his dark hair falling in soft waves, his eyes a stormy grey that mirrored the skies above.

James watched him from the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had followed Regulus here on a whim, drawn by the magnetic pull that always seemed to exist between them. He stepped inside, the warmth of the greenhouse enveloping him like a cocoon.

"Regulus," he called softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Regulus turned, his eyes widening in surprise. "James," he said, his voice steady despite the flicker of emotion in his gaze. "What are you doing here?"

James shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I saw you come in here. Thought I'd see what you were up to."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "Curiosity killed the cat, Potter."

"Good thing I'm not a cat then," James replied, stepping closer. He glanced around, taking in the array of flowers that surrounded them. "What are you doing with all these plants?"

Regulus hesitated for a moment before answering. "I was just... tending to them. They need care, you know. Each one has its own needs, its own language."

"Language?" James asked, intrigued.

Regulus nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at the flowers. "The language of flowers. It's called floriography. Each bloom has a meaning, a message it can convey."

James tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Regulus reached out, plucking a single red rose from a nearby bush. He held it out to James, his fingers brushing against his as he passed it over. "This," he said, "is a red rose. It symbolizes love, passion, and desire."

James felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he took the rose, his fingers trembling slightly. "And what about this one?" he asked, pointing to a cluster of white lilies.

Regulus glanced at the lilies, a wistful expression crossing his face. "Lilies represent purity and renewal. They're often associated with new beginnings."

James nodded, his eyes scanning the greenhouse. "And that one?" he asked, pointing to a vibrant yellow sunflower.

Regulus smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Sunflowers symbolize adoration and loyalty. They always turn towards the sun, no matter where it is in the sky."

James felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at Regulus. There was something so tender, so vulnerable in the way he spoke about the flowers. It was as if he was revealing a part of himself that he kept hidden from the world.

"Regulus," James said softly, taking a step closer. "Why do you know so much about this?"

Regulus looked down, his fingers tracing the edge of a petal. "My mother used to love flowers," he said quietly. "She would spend hours in the garden, tending to them. She taught me their meanings, their secrets. It was... our way of communicating, I suppose."

James felt a pang of sadness at the mention of Regulus's mother. He knew how complicated their relationship was, how much pain it had caused him. But he also saw the love that still lingered, the connection that had never truly been broken.

"Regulus," James said, his voice filled with emotion. "I... I don't know much about flowers, but I want to learn. Will you teach me?"

Regulus looked up, his eyes searching James's face. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves. Then, slowly, Regulus nodded.

"Alright," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But you have to promise to pay attention."

James grinned, his heart swelling with affection. "I promise."

And so, Regulus began to teach James the language of flowers. They moved through the greenhouse, Regulus pointing out each bloom and explaining its meaning. James listened intently, his eyes never leaving Regulus's face.

"This is a forget-me-not," Regulus said, his fingers brushing against the tiny blue flowers. "It symbolizes true love and remembrance."

James felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the delicate blooms. "Forget-me-not," he repeated softly, his gaze locking with Regulus's.

Regulus's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing as he looked away. "And this," he said quickly, moving to a cluster of purple hyacinths, "is a hyacinth. It represents sorrow and forgiveness."

James frowned, his heart aching at the thought of Regulus carrying such heavy emotions. "Regulus," he said gently, "you don't have to bear all that alone, you know."

Regulus's eyes flickered with surprise, his lips parting as if to speak. But before he could say anything, James reached out, his hand brushing against Regulus's.

"I'm here," James said, his voice filled with sincerity. "For whatever you need. Always."

Regulus's breath caught, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. For a moment, he looked as if he might pull away, retreat back into the safety of his walls. But then, slowly, he nodded, his fingers intertwining with James's.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

James smiled, his heart swelling with love. He squeezed Regulus's hand gently, a silent promise passing between them.

They continued their journey through the greenhouse, Regulus pointing out each flower and its meaning. James listened with rapt attention, his heart growing fuller with each passing moment.

"This is a daffodil," Regulus said, his fingers brushing against the bright yellow petals. "It symbolizes new beginnings and rebirth."

James nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "New beginnings," he repeated, his gaze drifting to Regulus. "I like that."

Regulus's cheeks flushed, a shy smile spreading across his face. "And this," he said, moving to a cluster of white daisies, "is a daisy. It represents innocence and purity."

James felt a warmth spread through his chest as he looked at the delicate flowers. "Daisies," he said softly, his eyes locking with Regulus's. "They suit you."

Regulus's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. "James," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

James stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Regulus," he said, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I... I don't know much about flowers, but I know this. You... you mean everything to me."

Regulus's eyes filled with tears, his lips trembling as he looked at James. "James," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," James said softly, his hand reaching up to cup Regulus's cheek. "Just... let me be here for you. Let me love you."

Regulus's breath caught, his eyes searching James's face. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves. Then, slowly, Regulus nodded, his eyes closing as he leaned into James's touch.

"Alright," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Alright."

James felt a surge of joy, his heart swelling with love. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Regulus's in a tender kiss. It was soft, gentle, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had been building between them.

When they pulled away, Regulus's eyes were shining with tears, a soft smile playing on his lips. "James," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "I... I think I love you."

James felt a lump form in his throat, his heart aching with love. "I love you too, Regulus," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything."

Regulus's breath hitched, his eyes filling with tears. He leaned in, resting his forehead against James's, his fingers intertwining with his.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "For teaching me the language of love."

James smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "Thank you," he said softly, his fingers brushing against Regulus's cheek. "For letting me in."

And as they stood there, surrounded by the blooms and the warmth of the greenhouse, they knew that they had found something truly special. A love that was as delicate and beautiful as the flowers that surrounded them, a love that would bloom and grow, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Prompt 3: WHIPPING CREAM

Pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black Genre: fluff / domestic / comfort Summary: a failed cake, a kitchen war, and laughter spilling between flour-dusted kisses. love tastes a little like sugar and chaos.

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“you’re beautiful like this,” james said softly. “you’re unbearable,” regulus muttered — but he was smiling.

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“Not too much water!” Regulus chided, as James filled up the portable tub. It only had about two inches of water in it, but Regulus was proving to be a bit hyper vigilant when it came to their newborn son, but who could blame him?

James chuckled. “I know, love. Hand me the washcloth?”

Regulus began to hand it to James before jerking his hand back, a chastising look on his face. “Don’t go near his belly button, okay?”

“Reg, baby,” James pleaded. “Do you want to wash Harry instead?”

Regulus shook his head. “He’s so small, I don’t want to hurt him.” He looked almost sad, afraid of doing a poor job at parenting. James understood, knowing he wasn’t given a very good role model growing up, but he knew Regulus — knew the soft, gentle disposition within him and knew just how suited he was for parenthood.

James plucked the washcloth from Regulus’ hand before dipping it into the warm water in the tub and rubbing it along Harry’s soft flesh. He swiped it over his arms and under his chin, over his chubby thighs and between his miniature toes. It was really more of a sponge bath, but the little gurgling coos that Harry let out the second he was settled within the water was enough to warrant the whole ordeal.

“Drape the towel over your lap, Reg,” James instructed. “You can do it, love.”

Regulus shook his head nervously, but obliged anyway, laying the towel flat over his thighs, feet tucked beneath him. James pulled Harry out of the water, one hand behind his head as he set him gently onto Regulus’ lap, tucking him into the soft yellow towel.

James wrapped the towel around Harry like a swaddle and immediately raised him up until Regulus wrapped his arms underneath their son.

“You think I can do this, James?” Regulus whispered, looking down at the bundle in his arms.

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James poking regulus’ dimple every time he frowns

Cuddles!!! Movie nights!!! Cute banter!!!

And just them being silly cheeky shits