Old fashioned lover girl

My attempt at Heated Rivalry text/tweet/tumblr edits 53/?

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this poor soul is mid-makeout and feels hands at their thighs and has like. half a second of "oooh fun" before they're getting fucking LAUNCHED when ilya overshoots it because he was subconsciously thinking about accomodating shane's weight and putting enough force behind it to pick him up.

It was as if all of Remus’ life-long misfortune was actually amounting to something.

Regulus rubbed the bridge of his nose, the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen doing absolutely nothing for the killer headache brewing behind his eyes. Three back-to-back shifts at the clinic had left him feeling less like a functioning human and more like a walking zombie. His binder was chafing, his scrubs felt like sandpaper, and all he wanted to do was faceplant into a pillow for the next business week.

Instead, he was dealing with James Potter.

"Reg, I’m telling you, it’s a third-degree tragedy," James groaned, cradling his left hand against his chest as if it were a wounded bird. He was sprawled dramatically across the kitchen island, lip turned out in a pout that was entirely too large for a grown man. "The flames, they reached out for me. I saw the light."

"You burned your knuckles trying to grab a piece of garlic bread directly off the oven rack, James. Without a mitt," Regulus said, his voice flat and completely drained of energy.

"It was a tactical error! But the pain is real, Regulus. Where is your medical compassion?"

Regulus sighed, dragging his feet across the linoleum. He grabbed the first-aid kit from the upper cabinet and set it down with a soft click. Despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs, his muscle memory took over. He gently took James’s wrist, pulling his hand away from his chest to inspect the damage.

It was, as expected, a mild first-degree burn. The skin was red and slightly irritated, but there were no blisters. James let out a sharp, entirely performative hiss as Regulus ran cool water over it in the sink.

"Hold still," Regulus murmured, his thumb lightly brushing the back of James's uninjured fingers to soothe him. "You're going to survive. I promise."

"Easy for you to say," James mumbled, though he immediately quieted down, his dramatic posture melting away as Regulus began to pat the skin dry with a clean cloth. James watched him closely, his hazel eyes softening as he noticed the dark circles under Regulus’s eyes and the slight slouch in his shoulders. "You look completely wiped, Reg."

"Because I am," Regulus replied softly. He applied a thin layer of soothing aloe vera gel to the burn, his fingers cool and precise. "So if you could refrain from fighting appliances for the next twelve hours, I’d really appreciate it."

James let out a soft, sheepish laugh. "Deal." He watched as Regulus carefully wrapped a light layer of gauze around his hand, securing it with tape. The domesticity of it made James's chest ache in the best way possible.

Once the tape was set, Regulus didn't immediately let go. He just leaned his forehead against James’s good shoulder, letting his eyes close. "Done. You're cured."

He does this to Matthias