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Jegulus microfic - 399 words (i feel like one of those big shops saying $399 instead of $400 lol)

"Regulus? Are you getting tired?" James asked in concern, gazing to his side at him as they stumbled along the path.

"What? No. I don't get tired," Regulus said obstinately. Right after that statement, his foot caught on a tree root, and he was sent flying face first.

"Regulus!" James lunged to catch him. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," Regulus said. "You caught me."

"Maybe I should carry you the rest of the way back…" James said. "We're almost back at our campsite, it'll only be another few minutes."

"Exactly, which is why I can walk," Regulus said, taking another stubborn step… and promptly falling over a rock. James steadied him again.

"Please, love?"

"No Jamie! Why are these paths so difficult? It's like they've been designed to stop up." He crossed his arms.

"We're not in town," James laughed. "You can't expect pavement."

"But at least move the tree roots," Regulus huffed. "Why did they have to grow right there?"

"Please let me carry you?" James asked again, putting on his best pleading face. "It's my duty as your boyfriend."

Regulus stared at him in silence for approximately five whole seconds before nodding once. He stepped closer and James beamed.

"Not a word to Sirius, Remus or Peter," he scowled. "Put me down again before we're back at the campsite so they don't see."

"Okay," James agreed. He wrapped his arms around Regulus's back and under his knees, picking him up bridal style.

As they approached the campsite, he prepared to put him back down on his feet again, but as he glanced down, Regulus's sleeping face met his gaze.

He suppressed a squeal of cuteness aggression, holding Regulus even more delicately as he walked into the campsite.

Sirius lept up immediately concern on his face.

"Is he okay? What happened?"

James shook his head, whispering: "He's sleeping."

Remus and Peter both grinned, Sirius's mouth dropped open, before he say back down, leaning against Remus.

"You'd better not wake him up," he ordered James, and James nodded dutifully.

He managed to open the zipper of the tent and manouver his way inside without dropping Regulus, setting him down on the bed and unzipping the sleeping bag to drape overtop of him.

James Potter and his ‘in this situation do you mean dear or deer’.

Regulus:

Regulus’s plan was a disaster and he, a wreck. He wanted to scream but his parents were downstairs, and already suspicious enough of where he’d been all evening.

Out of some lasting anger and growing distress, he pressed Remus’s contact on his phone. Saved as ‘future brother-in-law’ just to fuck with him and Sirius.

Didn’t even text first, not that he cared for Remus to be warned. Still, the calm voice on the end of the line answered him with an unsurprised “Hello, Regulus.” Like he expected this, and he probably did. “How was the-”

“You knew.” Regulus interrupted him with a hiss.

The only response Remus gave was silence followed by a sigh.

Jegulus microfic - 291 words

"Ta-da!" James exclaimed, uncovering Regulus's eyes to reveal the surprise.

Sitting in the middle of their kitchen table, atop a fancy plate, was a cake.

"You made this?" Regulus asked, staring at it.

"Do you like it?" James asked, almost bouncing with excitement.

"Have I missed an anniversary?" Regulus asked, trying to judge what it might be from the odd swirls of colour against the white background.

"Nope, I made this for fun," James said. "Look, it's us!" He pointed to the the mess of colours on top, and Regulus realised that it was actually a drawing of them in icing.

"Oh," he said stupidly. There were little pink hearts around them, and it was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen, although he would never admit that.

"So… do you like it?" James asked expectantly.

"It's adequate," Regulus said, trying to hide a smile. "What flavour?"

"I wanted to make feigoa cake, but then I realised I couldn't ice that, so I made red velvet cake instead," he said. "You want to try some?"

"Okay," Regulus agreed.

James took a cake knife, cutting into it eagerly before realising that he'd just cut a line between them — well, the icing version of them.

"Oh, whoops," he said, and without thinking, dropped the knife and tried to push the cake together again, as if that would work. "Oh, whoops." He repeated as the cake smushed slightly and his hands got covered in icing.

"James!" Regulus said exasperatedly. "Sometimes I wonder what's going through your head."

"You, most of the time," James said.

Regulus blushed, opening his mouth to say something else before closing it and trying to cool his warm cheeks.

Except, Regulus simply nods and says “I suspected that.” Regulus had anticipated it, even. James frowns and laughs in surprise, “You? I’m sorry, but Harry always complains about you being cruel. Not that I think you’re cruel. You know how kids are.”

“Because I’m giving him routine and predictability, James. It’s what they need,” Regulus merely shrugs.

“That all you’re eating?” James asked, both stunned and dismayed to find Regulus with a bowl of fruit for the second meal in a row. “Baby, let me make you something.”

Regulus only hummed and ate a slice of mango. “It’s alright. I’m conducting an experiment.”

“You don’t need an experiment to know you can’t live off berries and pineapple.”

“Jamie,” Regulus said, his tone curling sweetly, “have you ever heard the saying, you are what you eat?” 

“Oh, I’m not falling for that one again,” James huffed. “If you’re about to call me a—”

He stilled as if the thought had physically cuffed him round the head. His eyes dropped to the bowl, then lifted, slow, to meet Regulus’s own heavy gaze. 

Regulus smiled, lips parting for a strawberry. His tongue darted out against his fingertips. His eyes fluttered and closed, head dropping back as his mouth worked slow and savoring. 

“So good, Jamie,” he purred. “Want a taste?”

He didn’t even have to ask. James was already on his knees, closing the distance between them in a crawl. Regulus watched, his easy smile widening to a grin, then a laugh, when James kissed the inside of his thigh. He plucked a berry from the bowl. James dutifully opened his mouth. 

Regulus hummed and ate it himself. “No, darling. I think you know exactly how you’re going to get a taste. Though… I suppose it would take a few days for it to work.” 

James in running gear and bouncing with so much energy: Reg, love. Wake up, let’s go for a run!

Regulus: Mmm.

James, violently shaking Regulus awake: Come on! If we leave now we’ll make it in time to watch sunrise!

Regulus, blinks awake and surprisingly gets up only to shove James into a wall: Wake me up some more and you won’t get to see the sun rise at ALL.