prompt: marguerite @moonwater-microfic wc: 680
“you’re late,” regulus’ snippy tone greets remus as he saddles up to the younger boys side.
“well, someone had to make sure your bother and james appeared put together and that in itself is a drastically horrible task” remus responds snidely, a smirk making its way onto his face.
regulus huffs petulantly, turning to look at remus with an annoyed look only to pause, sniff and freeze.
remus immediately grows self-conscious, tugging harshly at his shirt in hopes to notice whether he actually stinks or it’s just regulus.
“do i smell bad?” remus asks worriedly, tugging his shirt and suit jacket in quick succession before regulus shakes his head vehemently.
“you smell like-” he breaks off, frustration melting over his words and expression.
“you smell like marguerite’s” regulus whispers hastily, eyes widening as if scandalized.
“huh?” remus asks in confusion, tugging motions halting as he stares at the younger black in growing bewilderment.
“daisies! you smell like daisies!” regulus snarls, form shaking as he stands in front of remus.
remus is all the more confused as he watches as the slytherin huffs indignantly, stomping away towards a waiter before claiming a glass of champagne and gulping it down in one swig.
all this because of…a flower?
remus’ thoughts are interrupted by sirius and james bounding over to remus is varying stages of inebriation.
“moons!” james cheers, laying an arm around remus’ shoulder, jostling him slightly.
“padfoot, prongs.” he acknowledges in a stump, still eyeing regulus’ now collected and unaffected form as he makes his way to speak to other notable figures.
“you two couldn’t have lasted 10 minutes at this gala without getting drunk?” remus asks somewhat annoyed, eyes never straying from the curly haired slytherin.
sirius frowns, “harsh moons, we’re just having fun,” he says with a dramatic whine.
remus rolls his eyes as sirius starts to lean heavily into james which leads james to lean heavily into remus.
remus huffs, standing firmly as he tries to keep the three of them from toppling over.
james’ head is nudged into remus arm, as he murmurs, “you smell good moons” into remus’ suit jacket.
remus frowns, looks at james before bringing his eyes back to regulus.
“so i’ve been told” remus says softly.
“by who?” sirius perks up, eyebrows wiggling with a devilish look.
remus snorts, “your brother,” he answers snarkily.
sirius frowns, grey eyes narrowing, “reg told you that you smell good?” he asks incredulously.
remus shrugs, offering nothing more.
“said i smelt like daisies” remus answers with a sly look.
sirius freezes, body running cold as he looks at remus.
“what?” the older black demands.
remus immediately stiffens, “what?” he responds back defensively.
“you’re sure he said daisies?” sirius interrogates and remus groans.
“yes i’m sure, is it so hard to believe that someone would find me-” remus argues.
“shut up! what kind of daisies?” sirius says hastily, already scanning the room for his brother.
remus answers wearily, “marguerite’s”
sirius groans loudly, “that bloody idiot” sirius hisses.
he turns, pointing a finger at remus, “if you break my brother’s heart i’ll skin you alive.” he threatens.
remus throws his hands up in surrender.
“what?” he says in a high-pitched tone.
“my brother smelt only one of two things in his amorentia potion in fifth year, dog hair and marguerite daisies.” sirius hisses, voice sharp.
“dog hair was easy enough to guess with a nickname like padfoot, but daisies? mother abhorred the lot of them, so regulus just assumed it was a cruel joke from merlin” sirius insists, and remus can feel himself starting to grow faint.
he looks up, scanning the room, only for his gaze to meet ice cold grey, already looking at him.
he’s watching him cautiously, daring him to do something.
he marches through the dance floor of slightly drunk people, standing in front of regulus as he cups his hands gently around perfectly arched cheekbones.
regulus quirks a brow, questioning.
remus drops his face, lips touching regulus’ in fierce pleasure, answering.
