I'm such a pathetic queer, tjom

When Regulus arrives at James Potter’s flat and sees the state the kitchen is in, he considers turning around and never coming back.

“What the hell happened?”

He sets down the groceries he’d brought, looking around incredulously. James jumps up from behind the counter, where he’d been setting the oven to the correct temperature.

“Oh, you’re here! Perfect.”

Everywhere the apron doesn’t cover his deep red jumper, James is dusted in flour. Even his glasses are smeared with… something. Regulus doesn’t understand how he manages it.

He’d already had his doubts when James suggested making Sirius’s birthday cake himself this year. This only confirms he was right to be sceptical.

“Did you bring the butter? I need it for the crème au beurre…”

James crosses the kitchen and starts rummaging through the bags Regulus has set on the table. Once he’s close enough, Regulus plucks the glasses off his nose.

“These are filthy,” he sighs, making his way over to the sink to wash them. It’s crammed with dirty dishes and baking utensils.

James has no choice but to pause until his glasses are clean and dry—his eyesight really is that poor. When Regulus hands them back, James looks vaguely surprised as he slips them on.

“That’s better, actually,” he says with a genuine smile. “Thanks.”

Before Regulus can say anything, James steps forward, cups his chin with a sticky hand, and presses a kiss to his lips. Once it starts, Regulus doesn’t feel much like arguing anymore.

The kiss lingers, and they stand there longer than they should, considering the guests are due to arrive in two hours.

“Mm… later,” Regulus murmurs between kisses, though it takes considerable self-restraint. James lets out a disgruntled noise.

“Later, Potter. Let’s finish this first.”

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“Reggie!”

Regulus stopped dead in the corridor as he recognised his brother’s voice bellowing at him. He spun around and stared wide eyed as his brother almost ran down the corridor to him.

Regulus heard a few light giggles behind him and he looked over his shoulder at a couple of girls from his year eight class.

“Move along, girls.” He told them sternly. “You shouldn’t be up here during lunch.”

“Yes, sir!” They both chimed merrily as they scampered away in the direction of the library, just as Sirius reached him.

“There you are!” His brother slapped him on the back and Regulus tried to shoo him away.

“Do not call me that in the corridors, you idiot.” Regulus seethed quietly through his gritted teeth.

“Sorry, but I’m so pleased to actually catch you!” Sirius was practically bouncing on the spot.

“What is your problem? You see me all the time and if you really needed me, you could call me.”

“Yes, but I needed you now and you weren’t in the staffroom and when I had just given up hope of finding you, here you are. It’s like…magic!”

“For goodness sake, will you attempt to at least pretend to be professional?” Regulus rolled his eyes as he carried on walking to his classroom and Sirius just laughed as he followed him.

“Alright, alright, my bad.” Sirius conceded at a much more respectable volume as they walked into Regulus’ classroom and shut the door.

“So,” Regulus started as he dropped into his desk chair. “Why are you bouncing around like an over excited toddler?”

“Because last night, Remus gave me the best gift ever!”

Regulus held his hand up. “If you start telling me about your sex life, I will start telling you about mine.” He threatened.

Sirius’ face pulled up in disgust. “Ew, no, get your mind out of the gutter!” Sirius shivered and Regulus smirked at him. “Anyway,” he drawled. “For our vacation this year, Remus has booked tickets for MOTHER FUCKING DISNEYLAND!”

“Are you 12?”

“You shut your whore mouth! You can’t bring me down from this, I am too excited!”

“Mhm, Presumably, you’ll be going into Paris after, so that Remus can go to The Louvre?”

“Well, yeah, I have to give him something, ya know.” Sirius grumbled.

“You know, for an art teacher, it’s really weird how much you hate art galleries.”

“Cause they’re dull. I’d rather go around and find cool street art.”  

“Anyway,” Regulus pulled the conversation back to the topic at hand. “I suppose the only reason you are bragging to me about this is because you will want me to water the plants and feed the fish?”

“Yes, please, best little brother a man could ever ask for.” Sirius beamed at him, all wide eyes and shiny teeth.

Regulus sighed heavily. “Fine, send me the dates.”

“You are amazing! Thank you!”

Regulus woke his computer up and logged in before he realised that Sirius was still hovering and there was now a glint in his eyes Regulus didn’t like.  

“What?” He asked with suspicion.

“You seeing James this weekend?” Regulus looked away as he felt his cheeks warm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Regulus continued to look away. “Yes, I am,” he mumbled. The bell rang for fifth period and instead of leaving, Sirius moved right into his personal space and Regulus leaned back in mild alarm. “What?”

“Reggie, I’m just, really, really happy, how happy you are.” Regulus was taken aback by the soft smile Sirius gave him and it moved him.

“Siri,” he replied gently, but Sirius just shook his head and walked to the door.

The moment didn’t last long as his idiot brother flung the door open and apparently not giving a single shit about Regulus’ sixth formers lining up outside, Sirius turned back.

“Oh, and if he hurts you, I’ll kick his arse. Bye, Reggie, have a fun weekend!”

Bastard!

Regulus : not really

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Regulus and James spent the rest of the week strategically avoiding each other whilst at school and speaking all evening like they really were hormonal teenagers.

This evening, whilst they were on the phone, Regulus caught himself physically kicking his legs in the air behind him, like you see teenage girls doing in those ridiculous teen movies. It was only by the grace of a higher being that he hadn’t been giggling at the same time.

“You alright, love?” James’ soft voice asked over the video chat.

Regulus tilted is head quizzically. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh, so, the wrinkle in your brows isn’t cause you caught yourself kicking your legs in the air?” James teased and Reg felt himself flush red with embarrassment and he buried his head in his arms.

“Oh my god, don’t!” He whined.

James laughed. “I can’t help it. You’re just so-”

Regulus’ head shot up. “If you say one more word, I’m breaking up with you!” Regulus threatened as he scowled at James. Which clearly had no effect as he watched James bite on his lip and Regulus sighed. “Eugh, fine.”

“Cute! You’re just too cute!” James exclaimed loudly.  

Regulus decided to try and quickly change the topic as he sat up and moved to lean back against the headboard.

“Do we have a plan for Saturday?”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked. So, I have a proposition to make, but I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get fresh.”

“Get fresh? Calm down, Rizzo.” Regulus joked and James stuck his tongue out.

“Alright, alright. But you know what I mean.”

“James Potter, are you asking me to stay the night?”

“Well, it would just be more convenient. It’s best for us to get an early start, so we can get a good spot in the carpark and on the beach. So, I thought, rather than make you get up super early, you could stay over and then I would only need to wake you a little early.”

Regulus pretended to ponder the proposal. “Hmm. Well, I have a couple of questions first.”

James grinned. “Go on.”

“Firstly, would you pick me up from here after work, or will I surreptitiously follow you home? Secondly, will Harry be home? I don’t want to freak out the poor boy any more than we already have.”

James jumped in. “Harry is at his mums this weekend. Confirmed multiple times, no chance of him appearing without notice. Which leads back to question one. Harry will be going to his mums straight from school, so you can either drive yourself back to my place, or I can follow you back to yours and bring you home from there.”

“That might be a good idea. That way I don’t have to bring an overnight back to school.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” James looked so excited by the prospect.

“I’ll think about it.” Regulus smirked.

“Seems fair.” James tried to stifle a yawn but failed.

“It’s late, James. We should get some sleep.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Oh, before I forget, how to you feel about sand?”

Regulus blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Just a thought. How do you feel about sand?”

“I mean, I don’t like that it gets everywhere, but I prefer it to shingles, if that’s what you mean.”

“Good, just thought I should check you weren’t completely averse to it, so we can still hit the same beach I was thinking of.”

“We’re not going to be directly on the sand, are we?” Regulus asked with sudden trepidation.

James huffed a soft chuckle. “No, love. I’ve got a couple of chairs and a blanket. Don’t worry.”

“Phew. Okay good. Well, on that note, goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, Regulus.”

They smiled at each other for a few more seconds and then Regulus sighed happily as he grinned and hung up.

He got himself ready for bed and just as he was settling down, he reached for his phone and sent a quick text.

You: Pick me up from my place?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

James Potter: :D x

reg's new account!

(btw this is a non angst black brothers. sirius is his fifth follower. he is rooting for jegulus.)

starchaser is james falling for regulus, so like the chaser (james) going after the star (regulus) so like james yearning and trying to make his love reciprocated by regulus

Regulus: Hmmm, Barty, I wonder why

Regulus: Maybe it's because we're DATING

Barty, shaking his head and still reading: No, that's not it. Reg, do you have a crushhh?

Regulus: You idiot

Barty, yelling: Pandora, Evan, Dorcas, our evil and cold-hearted Reggie has a crush on POTTER

Jegulus microfic - 207 words

"Happy birthday dear Regulus… Happy birthday to you!" James finished singing, doing jazz hands.

"Thank you for that serenade," Regulus said, trying to keep his expression blank. No one except Sirius had ever sung him happy birthday before.

"And now…" James drum rolled his hands on his thighs, before reaching into his bedside table and pulling out a cupcake, decorated with icing and completed with a singular candle.

"Do you know a spell to light it?" He asked sheepishly. Regulus stared at it.

"I do have a proper cake, but I couldn't bring it in here without you seeing it, so this is all I have for now, sorry," James continued to apologise, as though he had done something wrong.

"Regulus?"

"James," he croaked, voice embarrassingly hoarse with emotion.

"Oh no, you hate it," James said, wincing. "Sorry, I should have done something better, I just—"

But he was cut off as Regulus lurched forwards and cut him off with a fierce kiss.

"You don't hate it?" James asked when they pulled back, panting and red faced.

"I love you," Regulus said for the first time. James paused in shock for a split second, before drawing him into a hug, holding him tightly.

Regulus : like what?

James : like you hate me?

Regulus : because I do.

Later, in the slytherin dorms…

Regulus : why is he so *screams into pillow*

Barty : potter again?