fic where remus and regulus r study buddies
but its been months (years really) of remus denying his feelings for sirius but talking about them and sirius non-stop and regulus is about to say fuck it and deal with it once and for all
so there remus is, spouting poetry about sirius' eyes, heart, legs, arse, laugh, whatever while also being adamant that theyre just bros
and there regulus is, drafting his "im sorry i killed your friend, are we still brothers?" letter to sirius for after he Deals with remus
when remus says "but of course i think he's pretty. he's a black. all blacks are pretty. so its not a crush on sirius. its just the effects of being near a black; its just a matter of sirius being a black, ya know?"
and regulus, without hesitation or rlly any thought, kisses remus
and remus is flabbergasted; jaw dropped, man's world is turning, as he tries to figure out how to politely let down his bestie-not-crush's little brother
and regulus is, calm as ever, studying again
remus: what--wHAT WAS THAT
regulus: a kiss; or are you so idiotic that you do not know what that is]
remus: i /know/ what a kiss is; i just dont know why YOU kissed ME
regulus: ugh, must i spell out everything; i am a black, sirius' brother at that
remus: i KNOW sirius is going to skin me alive
regulus, ignoring him: and now you know what's it like to kiss a black; so you can figure out whether your attraction to sirius is solely due to him being a black, or him being, well, sirius
remus: oh holy fuck; im in love with sirius
regulus: good; now that thats settled, can we get back to work