[my fic in a nutshell pt.2]

James, wiggling his eyebrows: I'll make you blush, Regulus.

Regulus: Your flirting skills are shitty.

James: Yeah? What do you know about flirting anyway?

Regulus, with a straight face, without looking away: Je sais très bien comment flirter, et si j'en avais le courage, je te dirais comment me faire rougir de mille manières, pour que jamais plus tu n'essayes de séduire quiconque d'autre. (I know very well how to flirt, and if I was brave enough, I'd tell you thousands ways to make me blush, so that you'll never ever flirt with anyone else.)

James, clueless, blushing hard: *speechless*

James: what's honey in french?

Sirius: miel, why?

James: no reason

*later*

James: can I add an annotation to your book, miel?

Reg, holding back laughter: what?

James: what!? I read!!!

Reg: did you just...

James:

Reg: I think you meant cheri, you were calling me literal honey, not the petname.

James, bright red and grumbling: stupid french

Party Goers (1/1) (jegulus | raising Harry)

"Papa, papa," Harry whispered as he pulled on Regulus' shirt sleeve.

Regulus finished what he was saying and turned to Harry, finding desperate green eyes looking back. "On y va, oui?" Regulus immediately responds to his son, taking action to move them both out of the busy hall.

"I -uh I couldn't find dad, but I just... It's too.." he said as he gestured to the party and the noise. "Chais pas c'etait juste trops de bruit and de persons." Harry mumbled.

"C'est correct. Je comprends" Regulus said and they made it outside together.

"Do you want me to find your father or do you want me to take you home so you can be alone for a bit?" Regulus asked.

"I don't want to ruin your night," Harry said hanging his head bit.

"Non mon beau, I'm glad you found me. I'm proud of you for knowing your limits." Regulus assured.

"Maybe just home for me then?" Harry asked. And with a nod, Regulus grabbed Harry's hand and they turned on the spot.

"I can stay if you want, but I trust you and you're old enough to be here on your own," Regulus checked again as they landed on their front porch.

"No you go back, Dad was having a good time." Harry said.

"Et vous etes correct eh?" Regulus asked, "parce que votre bien-etre est mon numero un," Regulus put a gentle hand on Harry's head.

"I'm okay Papa. It was just too loud. Probably just going to read for bit and then go to bed."

"Okay mon fils," Regulus replied. "Send Hedwig si tu veux qu'on revienne," and with bright smile Harry went inside.

Regulus took a moment and stood on the porch, breathing in the soft breeze of the cool winter night. In this moment he is grateful that his son wanted to leave the party for many reasons: One, because he was able to bring his boy home like he would have wanted someone to let him leave a party in his youth when he was overstimulated. Two, he was grateful he and James raised their son to know what he needs and ask for it. And of course, because Regulus needed the sensory break too.

When he was ready he turned on the spot, returning to the party. He found James and updated him on the situation. James kissed him on the cheek, reassured they wouldn't stay too late, and then slyly grabbed Regulus' hand.

Regulus should've known better by now that the small act of intimacy wasn't ever just that. No, no he was being pulled to the dance floor as James attempted to salsa to the music. Regulus threw his head back and laughed, knowing that by dancing with James he had suddenly been able to make all the people he loves happy tonight.

So we know a lot of fics like to make Regulus talk in french and then James gets all flustered yada yada yada… This is obviously true, but Regulus Arturus Black, linguistics and cross-cultural communications connoisseur, would 100% be on his knees whenever James speaks hindi. James, who tends to ramble when he gets really concentrated, studying in the library with Marls, trying to explain Ancient Ruins to her because she’s rubbish at it and he doesn’t want her to fail her O.W.L.S., when all of sudden, mid sentence he switches over to hindi (because english words aren’t doing it right now, so he subconsciously switched to the language he could find the words in). Marls is used to this, and having grown up with James, just lets him babble on until he realizes she isn’t responding anymore. It usually takes him a few minutes, but then he just rolls his eyes and starts over. All the while, sitting a few tables over, Regulus, who is still very oblivious to his queerness and who has never really paid any attention to Potter before, goes beet red and doesn’t understand why he’s stopped his transfiguration essay and his brain just won’t stop short circuiting. Fast forward to the Hols of James’ sixth year, when a bloody and beaten Sirius and a tear-stained and hyperventilating Regulus show up at his doorstep (because yes the Black brothers have a good relationship, and no Sirius was not gonna leave Reg alone with their Hellbound of a mother), James squeaks out some hindi and calls for Euphemia. As Effie patches up Sirius and wipes away tears from Regulus’ face, Monty hugs his boy and James responds back with some more hindi, and for Merlin’s sake Reg cannot understand why his heart rate spikes again, even though he’s no longer having a panic attack. As the boys grow closer the summer before James’ seventh year, they start this whole flirty banter thing. Reg purposefully speaks french to James to make him all fidgety and cute, but what Reg doesn’t expect is James panicking and mumbling to himself in hindi (and Merlin that was hot). When they kiss for the first time, after very sexually tense quidditch drills, James mumble hindi’s onto Reg’s collarbone, and that’s when Regulus knows he’s done for, this lad in front of him owns his heart and there’s nothing he can do about it.

guys, I have a writer's problem. For the actual native English speaking people, can "shit" mean drugs or not?

In french, it does (its specific) and I am writing Reg in France with French speaking people and I need to know how much confusion that expression can make? Like if I say in english that I have some shit, would people immediately understand I am talking about drugs or will people think I shat myself????

You can understand how important it is for me to know that

currently thinking about how harry could have ruled the world as a quadrilingual king speaking english, french, hindi, and welsh if he was raised by jegulus and marylily/marypanlily

I've seen welsh Remus, french Sirius and Regulus, italian Barty...

But I raise you, portuguese Marlene

Marlene, who uses "fuck" so often she doesn't even remember it's supposed to be a bad word. Marlene, who spends her summers in the long beaches with her family. Marlene, who is more invested in football than any other of her friends. Marlene, who could actually eat only 'tremoços' for the rest of her life.

Just, portuguese Marlene

Le Petit Prince Regulus.

Learning French solely so I don’t have to google translate every time the Black brothers speak French in fic

sirius wouldn’t want his brother to date his best friend, sirius would try and break them up. give me sirius black who actively tries to get the two together because remus one time jokingly suggested it and sirius thought it was the absolute best fucking idea. (‘prongs and reggie? wow moony you’re right they’re perfect for each other! how did i not realize this myself. you’re a genius.)

james and regulus getting increasingly confused when sirius tells them to look into each other’s eyes for the third time that week because “it’s super important and i can’t explain right now but you’ll thank me later!”

sirius saying shit like “if you two want me to leave just tell me” cue obnoxious wink

sirius dropping hints about what the other likes before their birthdays. (sirius: reggie just so you know james has been eyeing that quidditch book for a while now! regulus: ok? what does that have to do with me.)

once regulus and james get together, sirius bragging to all the marauders that he’s the reason they even realized their feelings in the first place. (no one dares tell him it was peter who asked the two if they liked each other.)

sirius black as the best man at james potter, his best friend and regulus black, his brother’s wedding.

sirius making too many stag jokes, and saying things in french that only regulus would be able to understand because “no one can stop me it’s my speech!”

remus is also a best man and he drunkly confesses his feelings in his best man speech, sirius cries and no one knows if it’s because he was just that drunk or if remus’ speech really moved him that much.

regulus and james both bragging in their best man speeches at remus and sirius’ wedding that they technically got the two together because it was their wedding “so take that sirius! now it’s even.”

jegulus valsing/slow dancing more or less clumsily to Comme D'Habitude (by Claude François), together and alone in James' Headboy Dorm, at night, because it's winter and it's too cold to meet at the Astronomy Tower now

James: you're so cute, how did you get to be so cute?

Reg: well my grandfather was French and my grandmother was, well they were from the same family... so French I guess.

Family Time (1/1) (jegulus)

"Des fois vous êtes tellement stupide." Regulus muttered as he took over for James in the kitchen. "Ohh that sounded sexy, what did you say?" James asked as he let Regulus move in front of him, and then gently wrapped his arms around his middle, and leaning in to kiss Regulus' cheek.

"He called you stupid dad," Harry said from the door way. He was sipping on some tea, leaning against the frame, when both Regulus and James jumped and turned to look at him. "Also could you stop being gross over the chicken?" He scrunched his face.

"Oh hi son," James said, laughing fondly. "I thought we were supposed to pick you up in an hour?"

"Papa, how does he not lose his head?" Harry rolled his eyes, and walked into the kitchen, only to get in the way as he reached for one of the cookies Regulus had cooling on the counter.

"Harry, soyez gentil," Regulus instructed but his tone was filled with fondness and love as Harry nudged his shoulder before moving to flop himself down in the kitchen chair.

"Dad, I told you a hundred times practice was cancelled today." Harry explained.

"Oh right right, yes no practice on Sundays," James said as he turned to look at the calendar on the fridge.

"Well what do you say we practice in the yard then? Clearly I'm no longer busy," James said motioning with his head as Regulus now fully had his sleeves rolled up and was thoroughly massaging a spice rub onto the meat.

"Okay!" Harry said jumping up to run and get his broom he had been polishing from his room.

James flipped back over to hold Regulus from behind again. He kisses his neck and nibbled gently on his ear, before whispering hotly; "I'll guess I'll have to schedule you in another time then."

"I've got you booked for Tuesday at 6, love," Regulus said with a wink.

"Eewwww okay enough Dad let's go before I vomit," Harry groaned after walked back into the kitchen. His parents both laughed and then James made his way out the back door with their son.

Ok but Jegulus raising Harry means the kid is a multilingual king by the age of 5. Obviously growing up in England in a mostly english speaking environment, he picks it up first. BUT both his dads are bilingual and make an effort to immerse him in those languages as well. He gets babysat by Effie and Monty a lot as a baby and that’s where he picks up most of his hindi from (because Naanee and Graipee will have nothing but a cultured grandson, thank you very much). He also picks up french quite kickly, because for all of Walburga and Orion’s fault, the way they thoughts their children language was quite efficient, so Regulus spends all of Harry’s early years saying things in english than repeating them to him in french (uncle padfoot also contributes greatly to Harry’s french, which is why it isn’t as eloquently spoken as his father’s). On the topic of uncle Padfoot, he loves spending time at their cottage in Wales and always asks uncle Moony to read him welsh story books, and after a while Remus starts speaking welsh with him and Harry kinda just picks it up as he goes. So that’s 4 languages already, but we can’t forget granny Minnie, who takes Harry to Hogwarts every few weekends to give his dads a little break (and to enjoy her adoptive grandson, though she never admits it to anyone but Poppy), and that’s how Harry learns scottish gaelic (because obviously Minerva’s fluent in scottish gaelic). So that’s how Harry speaks 5 languages before hitting the age to attend muggle primary school.

Imagine: Beauxbatons Regulus

James and Reggie doing that tiktok trend where two people are walking and the camera pans back and forth between them.

James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Regulus is already hopelessly and completely in love with me before it even starts." Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course James is going to be compared to the sun."

James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course there's going to be background wolfstar, dorlene, and rosekiller"

Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Sirius and I are going to start speaking French and James and Moony are going to get horribly turned on."

James: *points phone down at his feet* "Wait, can you do that right now?" Regulus: *off screen* "No James, we're in the middle of making a video." James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Reggie is going to slip up and accidently call me James after calling me "Potter" for the last 40 chapters." Regulus: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Sirius is going to go crazy as soon as he finds out me and James are together." James: "It's a Jegulus fic, of course Reg can't swim." Regulus: *points the camera down to his feet* "James, what the fuck, that was a low blow." Regulus: *with revenge in his eyes* "It's a Jegulus fic, of course James and my brother have a ridiculously unhealthy obsession and codependency with one another" James: *with love in his eyes* "It's a Jegulus fic, of course I love my star so much that I would live, die, or kill for him" Regulus: *drops the phone, only their feet can be seen as he runs to James* "Tu vas payer pour m'avoir fait rougir, chéri"