No house occupied by James Potter had ever achieved true silence in its lifetime.
There were still creaks in the old wooden floors, pipes humming softly in the walls, the distant ticking of a clock somewhere downstairs, and the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the windows from the garden outside.
But compared to the usual chaos?
It was peaceful.
Warm morning light spilled through the curtains of the upstairs bedroom in long gold stripes across the carpet. Dust floated lazily in the air. One of Sirius’s boots had somehow ended up on top of the wardrobe. James’s glasses were balanced precariously on a stack of books beside the bed. Someone’s sock hung from the lampshade like a surrender flag.
Regulus Black stood in the middle of the room holding bagpipes.
He looked deeply evil.
Not dramatic evil.
Not dark-lord evil.
No.
This was the quiet, personal evil of a younger brother who had finally, finally snapped.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
The sort of calm that should have legally counted as a warning sign.
The bagpipes sat awkwardly under one arm while he adjusted them with the concentration of a man preparing a military operation.
On the beds behind him, James Potter and Sirius Black remained gloriously unconscious.
Idiots.
Both sprawled in ways that looked physically uncomfortable.
James was starfished across his bed with one leg hanging off the side and his mouth slightly open. Sirius had somehow rotated entirely sideways during sleep, half buried under blankets, dark hair everywhere, one arm dangling dramatically toward the floor like a Victorian woman dying of consumption.
Regulus narrowed his eyes.
He had been at Potter Manor for exactly eleven days.
Eleven.
And in those eleven days:
Sirius had dragged him out of Grimmauld Place in the middle of the fucking night
James had introduced him to “competitive hallway sliding”
The two of them had replaced his shampoo with blue hair dye
Sirius kept stealing his socks
James kept calling him “our little hostage”
The pair of them had attempted to teach him poker despite neither actually understanding poker
Someone had put a rubber snake in his pillowcase
Sirius had bodily carried him downstairs yesterday because “you were ignoring breakfast and that’s illegal here”
And worst of all—
Worst of fucking all—
They thought this was funny.
Regulus glanced toward the sleeping pair again.
Slowly…
Very slowly…
A smirk spread across his face.
“Oh,” he whispered softly. “You are both so unbelievably fucked.”
Sirius snored.
James twitched in his sleep and muttered something incomprehensible about Quidditch.
Regulus adjusted the bagpipes again.
He had found them in one of Fleamont Potter’s old storage cupboards downstairs while looking for biscuits.
Apparently Fleamont had once tried learning traditional Scottish music during a “brief identity crisis” in the fifties.
Regulus didn’t know what that meant.
He also didn’t care.
Because the moment he saw the instrument, divine purpose had entered his soul.
Now he inhaled deeply.
Raised the bagpipes.
And played.
The sound that erupted into the room did not resemble music.
It resembled a murder.
A long, screeching, soul-tearing blast ripped through the bedroom with the power of a dying demon being strangled through a traffic cone.
James woke first.
His entire body convulsed violently.
“FUCKING HELL—”
He rolled directly off the bed.
There was a horrific crash.
“JAMES?” Sirius screamed, bolting upright so fast he immediately smashed his head into the bedside table.
THUNK.
“AAAGH—”
Regulus played louder.
The bagpipes shrieked like a cursed battlefield.
James was still on the floor tangled in blankets.
“What the FUCK IS HAPPENING?”
Sirius clutched his head. “WHY IS THERE SOUND?”
Regulus blew harder into the instrument with absolutely no musical talent whatsoever.
The noise became worse.
James looked genuinely terrified.
“IS THAT A PERSON DYING?”
“NO,” Sirius yelled. “IT’S REGULUS.”
“THAT’S SOMEHOW WORSE!”
Regulus finally stopped playing long enough to cackle.
Actually cackle.
It echoed around the room like a tiny aristocratic supervillain.
Sirius stared at him in horror.
“You little shit.”
Regulus grinned sweetly.
“Oh, are we upset?”
James pointed accusingly from the floor.
“You can’t just assault people with bagpipes before nine in the morning!”
“You kidnapped me.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
James opened his mouth.
Paused.
Closed it again.
“…Fair.”
Regulus lifted the bagpipes again.
Sirius’s eyes widened immediately.
“No.”
Regulus smirked.
“Regulus.”
The smirk widened.
“Don’t you fucking dare—”
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.
James screamed into a pillow.
Sirius launched himself off the bed.
Regulus burst into delighted laughter and ran.
“Oh, you are DEAD!” Sirius shouted after him.
Regulus nearly crashed into the doorframe because he was laughing too hard.
Behind him came chaos.
James yelling.
Sirius swearing.
The sound of someone tripping over bedsheets.
Regulus sprinted down the hallway clutching the bagpipes like stolen treasure, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
For the first time in days—
Maybe weeks—
He felt light.
Actually light.
Not careful.
Not tense.
Not waiting for shouting or slammed doors or cold silences.
Just…
Happy.
Which was unfortunate.
Because Sirius and James were now chasing him.
“GET BACK HERE!” Sirius yelled.
“You weaponised folk music!” James shouted.
Regulus wheezed with laughter and skidded around the staircase corner in socks.
“YOU DESERVE IT!”
“You ate our breakfast!”
“You left it unattended!”
“That’s theft!”
“That’s survival!”
Sirius finally caught sight of him at the bottom of the stairs.
Their eyes met.
Regulus immediately realised something terrible.
Sirius had entered older-brother mode.
“James,” Sirius said calmly.
James appeared beside him, hair sticking in every direction. “Yeah?”
“Get him.”
Regulus gasped.
“Oh, fuck off.”
James cracked his knuckles dramatically.
Regulus turned and sprinted toward the kitchen.
The bagpipes under his arm gave another awful dying shriek as he ran.
“REGULUS BLACK,” Sirius shouted between laughter, “I SWEAR TO GOD—”
Regulus vaulted over a kitchen chair.
James nearly collided with the table.
Sirius slammed into James.
Both crashed to the floor.
Regulus doubled over laughing so hard he almost dropped the instrument.
“Oh my God—”
“You—” Sirius wheezed from the floor. “You actual menace.”
James pointed at him weakly. “I liked you better when you were emotionally repressed.”
Regulus grinned.
“Liar.”
Sirius looked up at him then.
Really looked at him.
At the flushed cheeks.
The bright eyes.
The unrestrained laughter.
The way he looked younger suddenly.
Softer.
Alive.
Something in Sirius’s expression shifted for a second.
Tiny.
Barely there.
Relief.
Then James groaned dramatically from underneath him.
“Get off me, you heavy bastard.”
Sirius immediately ruined the moment.
“You’re literally built like a wardrobe.”
“You landed on me!”
“You were beneath me spiritually before physically.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Regulus snorted.
James pointed at him. “Don’t encourage him.”
Too late.
Sirius was already getting up with dangerous energy.
Regulus took one step backwards.
“Don’t.”
Sirius grinned slowly.
“Oh, now he’s scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“You’re retreating.”
“I’m strategically repositioning.”
James stood too now, rubbing sleepily at his face.
Then he looked at the bagpipes.
Then at Regulus.
Then at Sirius.
A terrible smile spread across his face.
“No,” Regulus said immediately.
“Oh, absolutely yes.”
“James.”
“Give me the bagpipes.”
“James Fleamont Potter.”
“Give me the instrument.”
Regulus clutched it protectively.
Sirius gasped dramatically.
“Are you refusing your host?”
“You’re both evil.”
“You started this.”
“I regret nothing.”
“You will.”
James lunged.
Regulus shrieked.
All three boys immediately descended into absolute violence in the middle of the Potter kitchen while bagpipes screamed intermittently like a cursed goose being exorcised.
By the time Euphemia and Fleamont returned home two hours later, they found:
one broken chair
flour all over the floor
James asleep on the sofa
Sirius upside down in an armchair
Regulus sitting triumphantly on the kitchen counter with the bagpipes in his lap like a victorious warlord
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By the time Sirius has calmed himself enough to unlock the door to the broom closet he's hidden himself in, he's quite confident he's alone.
Of course, he's forgotten that Remus Lupin is just as much of a stubborn son of a bitch as he is.
"Moony, bloody hell!" he exclaims, nearly tripping over the taller boy, who's planted himself right outside of the door.
"Sirius. Hello," Remus says casually as he stands, like he often spends his evenings sitting on the third-corridor floor.
"I was just-"
"Hiding from me, yes," Remus says shrewdly.
He could deny it. Cite some fake prank or blame James, somehow. But the thing is, it's a lie, and an obvious one. Because Sirius wasn't exactly subtle when he'd lost his damn mind that morning, when he kissed Remus in front of the whole Common Room, and then ran away.
"Yeah," he says, scratching at the back of his neck. "So, um...what d'you think you'd believe? Rapid onset of genetic madness? Random hex? Spiked toothpaste?"
But Remus isn't laughing. He looks almost hurt, as Sirius tries to get around the awkwardness, his eyes sparkling with sadness.
His silence just makes Sirius talk more. "I just--" he spits out, then takes a deep breath to calm himself. "I think I'm going insane. I...wanted to kiss you, so I did. And I shouldn't have, because...that's weird, right? We're...friends. And two blokes. And friends. So we should pretend it never happened. Because I don’t want to...to ruin what we have." Fuck, his heart’s hammering so loudly, there’s no way Remus can’t hear it.
But the taller boy just looks back at him. "You wanted to kiss me?" he repeats.
"Yeah. Yeah, but-"
"It wasn’t a joke? Like...a prank or something?"
Fuck, that would have been a good excuse. Too late. "Erm. No. No, I wanted it, but-"
"Well, then I can't forget it, Sirius. I'm sorry."
The words tear SIrius in two. Make him want to fall to the floor and beg, or steal a time-turner from the Ministry and stop himself from his utter idiocy. But instead, he deflates. "Right. Okay," he murmurs, biting his lip so hard he tastes blood.
"I wanted to kiss you, too."
Now he's gone mad. "What?" he gasps, blinking rapidly at his best friend.
"Yeah, I-" Remus starts, shrugging.
But Sirius is suddenly full of energy. "Moony, what? You--how long? You fucking--Merlin's sake! You just hide this from me? C'mon, mate, that's big news! You're telling me we could have been snogging for, like weeks, and you decided to be all secretive about it?"
Remus's amused smile makes Sirius melt a little. "Well, you didn't tell me!"
"I’m not the sane one, here!" Sirius retorts, grinning. Somehow, they've stepped a lot closer together.
"Well. I guess I should go find someone who's not crazy, the-" Remus starts.
Sirius won't let him finish. Grabbing his tie, he pulls him down, connecting their lips. Absolutely not.
when describing his brother, sirius will always explain that regulus talks a lot. he always has opinions or stories. he likes to talk about his day, things he saw, anywhere from bugs and rocks to things he accidentally eavesdropped on (sometimes ppl forget he's in the room).
even before regulus arrives at hogwarts, a year or two later, all of gryffindor and sirius' friends outside of gryffindor know, that regulus black likes to chat
however, when regulus black arrives at hogwarts the most he says is a polite 'fine, and you?' when someone asks how he is, other than when responding to professors. even his greetings tend to be just nods.
sirius, however, maintains that regulus is SUPER chatty. and actually just the other day he was telling him about how snyde is is cheating on his gf, who's craggy's sister which has led them---as in snyde and craggy the brother---to have fight in the common room
but again throughout hogwarts, regulus maintains his quiet persona so ppl have no clue wtf he's talking about
other than remus of course, who once was in the hospital wing when regulus was as well (minor quidditch incident) and when sirius came to visit them, regulus excitedly told him, in detail, about this one quidditch move he'd been wanting to do, his practice of it, how avery said he couldn't, and how he managed this really difficult move, despite getting hurt; and did sirius know the move was invented in 1807 by a french player? and it then became a signature move for that team for years to come, until of course, another french player invented a different move which took over, not to say the first one died out, but became less popular---
and of course, peter, who once decided to head off towards the kitchen for a snack and walked in just as regulus was in the middle of explaining about how mulciber was getting high secretly, but was using muggle methods, and was too ashamed to let anyone know---as they used magical ways to get high---but his secrecy led for avery to assume he's seeing someone which really bugged him for some reason, so he tried to convince snape to help him figure it out, but snape was busy, so he accused snape of knowing and covering for him, and now all the boys are fighting about it. and regulus is not part of the drama but he was bored about it so he paid a younger student to tell their friends loudly that personally, they supported snape and mulciber's romance, and that made the fighting even worse but now regulus is growing bored and tired of the drama and loud fighting. how bothersome.
and james who has seen regulus letters to sirius before he came and during when they stopped talking in public and theyre always very very long starting off with how he's been and how everything is, and did sirius know that the pronunciation of this one charm has changed over the centuries but still works with seemingly equal effect and isnt that so curious and isnt sirius so curious about how language and magic work together and speaking of, there's this new candy at honeydukes that regulus really wants to try and that barty has been teasing him about his sweet tooth but its not his fault sweets taste good and speaking of which could regulus borrow that one quill sirius has, the one with the deep blue feather?
]of course there is also barty who likes to ask regulus here and there about anything interesting happening and gets long lectures of how the relationship between water and magic just isn't studied enough and how space, water, matter all change magic and how it works and isnt that so fascinating barty? speaking of which, regulus really wants there to be a racing team at hogwarts, so many of the other schools have one and they wouldnt even need anything special but brooms, which the school has, not good ones sure, but still. and anyone who wants to race, would obviously buy their own like with quidditch.
and pandora who oftentimes just exists in silence with regulus but sometimes, late in the evening, the sun setting, a shared early dinner between them, regulus will talk about everything and nothing at all. ]
James's tone was teasing, but Remus still winced, wondering if he was being called out a little too much. Shifting just slightly, so as not to wake the sleeping boy on his lap, he glanced up at his friend. "What d'you mean?"
"Like...if you look away, he won't disappear."
Gritting his teeth and trying not to flush, Remus looked back to where Sirius had dozed off on top of him. "I've no idea what you're talking about," he whispered loftily.
"Right, mate. And I am best friends with Snape. We go for tea every Sunday and-" James cut himself off with a gag. "Yeah, can’t even get through that one as a joke. No, but Padfootiously. You're mad for him, yeah?"
Remus would have run if he could. "I-"
"You look at him all soft. Like you've had too many shots of firewhiskey or you've been hit on the head with a bat," the other boy said delicately. "S'sweet, mate. You know he looks at you the same?"
"You know lying to your friend's a shit thing to do?" Remus retorted, wanting to melt into the floor.
"A Gryffindor never lies," James replied boldly, having just lied his arse off to McGonagall for an hour about a dragon eating his homework. "But the point is, Moons, you should tell him. He's mad for you, too. And trust me, he'd rather die than leave that spot."
But Remus's nerves were fraying, the conversation leaving him anxious and on-edge, especially with the subject right there on top of him, snoring quietly. "Most love in the world, Prongs, but fuck off," he murmured.
James beamed, saluting him. "Aye, aye! But when you two finally get together, I reserve the right to say, 'I told you so!'"
He walked off jauntily, whistling to himself, leaving Remus to contemplate legal means of torture.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear it: Sirius's soft whisper as he shifted a little. "He's right, you know."
Remus's stomach dropped to his toes. "Pads?" he croaked, frozen.
"James. He's smart. You ought to listen to him," the shorter boy mumbled into Remus's chest. "I'm quite gone for you, Rem."
And then, so slowly Remus thought he might die, Sirius opened his eyes and shifted, so suddenly they were face-to-face.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
A beat.
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!" James screamed from across the room, interrupting right before their lips brushed.
Sirius fell to the floor, cursing, as Remus jumped a mile.
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i would escape prison for you and kidnap your killer years after your death and lock him in a chest and impersonate him for a year but you are not nerdy enough to understand that
i feel the black brothers angst to a deeper level. i cry every time regulus is arguing with sirius about him leaving and i literally think about my baby brother blaming me for getting out of that house and leaving him there (which idk if he does bc i’m scared to have that conversation) (also it was a different situation).
it’s literally the way i torture myself bc i love fics with sirius and regulus angst.
evan is a detective at the police department investigating the case of a brunette, insane male, grey-eyed bartemius crouch jr aka barty who keeps murdering people with the same alias, a rose drawn in their victims blood
and
barty is the batshit crazy murderer who couldnt get over his first love, evan rosier, and after getting the news that he became a detective he started murdering people and drawing a rose with their blood only for the blonde’s attention
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need more of wolfstar having fun sex. them trying different ridiculous positions from magazines, one second away from dislocating something and spending more time laughing than actually doing anything because sirius keeps going like no wait i think your leg goes there, while remus is fighting for his life trying not to drop him headfirst onto the kitchen counter
would ur partner's friends lie for ur partner to u test w/ wolfstar (except they have the same friends so its remus calling their mutual friends to see if they would lie for sirius)
/
remus, calling: hey james, i just needed to talk to sirius
james: oh did you call me by accident? :D
remus: oh no, he wasn't picking up! but he mentioned he was going to see you before he left
james: :) what
sirius, trying not to laugh:
remus: sirius? he said you two were hanging out?
james: uh, did he just leave :|
remus: no? he's been gone for a few hours--come on, mate, just let me talk to him
james: :(
james: remus, i think there's been a misunderstanding; sirius isn't with me---we didn't have plans---shit he might've gotten hurt---okay don't worry, ill call everyone and ask them if they've seen him; you know what, he has a bad attention span, he probably just wandered off and put his phone on silent D:
remus, laughing: oh my god, no don't worry, he's alright, this was just--this was just a prank
james, who had like 50 mini heart attacks: what
/
remus: hey regulus, sirius said he was spending the day with you? except its been hours and he won't pick up his phone. can i talk to him?
regulus:
regulus: no you may not; im hanging up
*hangs up*
remus: huh, i guess he's going to---
sirius: wait he's calling me
sirius, on the phone: hello?
regulus: where the genuine fuck are you and why did you lie to lupin
sirius: uh
regulus: im assuming you're setting up a surprise for him, or something equally disgusting; let me know in advance, so i can properly cover for you
remus:
sirius:
sirius, whispering: what should i say
remus: i dont know, ask him if he'd cover you?
sirius, on the phone: what if i was with... someone else? or doing something remus wouldn't like
regulus: you wouldn't even think about it, don't be stupid
sirius: hypothetically
regulus: lupin is the most tolerable of all of your pathetic excuses of relationships. hypothetically if you were to ruin this for me, i would shave your head
sirius:
remus: aw, you're like a brother to me too, reg
regulus:
regulus: this is a prank?
sirius: yeah <3 you're so sweet tho
regulus: kill yourself, both of you
*hangs up*
/
or
remus: hey pete, can i talk to sirius?
peter: uh sure, but why are you calling me
remus: he's with you, isn't he? he said he was leaving a few hours ago to go to yours? did he already leave?
peter:
peter: look remus, im not saying anything in anyway; this is probably a misunderstanding; like maybe he meant to come over but did something else; but sirius is not here, he hasn't been here for days, we never made plans.
remus: oh, thanks for letting me know
peter: look he has the attention span of a goldfish, he probably meant to come over and wandered off
sirius: wtf why does everyone say that
peter: was that him? did he come back
remus: haha no he's been here :);;; sorry, pete, this was just a prank--
/
remus: hey lily, im just trying to get to sirius, but i think his phone is off.
lily: he's not with me, but he might be hanging out with james?
remus: are you sure? did he just leave? he told me you two had plans, when he left, hours ago
lily:
lily: wtf, no we didnt---look remus, sirius and i have had no plans, we haven't even texted in like a week; i don't know why he lied, or if he mispoke, but somethings fishy here
remus: oh--
lily: look, ill call james, and you call peter, we'll get to the bottom of this--wait call his brother--- and i'll call---
remus: lily--lily--calm down, it was just a prank
sirius: wow you immediately sold me out
lily:
lily, hanging up:
/
remus: hey marlene, is sirius still with you? he isn't picking up his phone
marlene: he's not here with me; idk where he is
remus: really? he said he was heading to yours, and that was hours ago; did he leave?
marlene:
marlene: im sorry remus, but i think he lied
remus: oh
marlene: wait, give me a second
*hanging up and calling sirius*
sirius: hello--
marlene: you piece of shit; why did you lie to remus, you better explain yourself immediately---
/
remus: who else should we call
sirius: lets call one of reggie's friends
remus: why?
sirius: for science
remus:
remus: you know what, why not
/
remus: hey barty, i know this is a bit weird
barty: is everything good?
remus: yeah yeah; its just sirius isnt picking up his phone and i needed to ask him something; could you give the phone to him?
barty: uh, im not with reg today, you might wanna call him--
remus: oh i know! sirius mentioned you two were hanging out today? planning something for regulus
barty:
barty: he said that?
remus: yes
barty: ill call you back
*five minutes later*
sirius: i guess he's not calling
remus: yeah--
sirius's phone ringing: oh its regulus
regulus: stop harassing my friends with your weird cheating kinks, you freaks
Sirius when Remus started being comfortable showing his body to the Marauders.
Sirius thanking Merlin and Jesus ( the one Remus told him about) because Remus doesn't do that outside their dorm.
Sirius grateful that Remus refused to join Quidditch because his werewolf prowess would give him an advantage and he's too nice to cheat; so now he doesn't have to worry about changing in the locker room.
—————————————
James and Peter just watching Sirius panting like a creep while peeking at Remus through his fingers:
Because I don't have the patience for miscommunicating idiots right now.
Jegulus microfic - 344 words
"Jamie," Regulus said. James looked up, he was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a pout on his face.
"What is it, love?" James asked, setting down the tools he'd been holding and leaving his woodwork project on the garage table.
"Are you mad at me?" Regulus asked, and James's face dropped, trying to find a reason why Regulus would think that.
"What? No, or course not, why do you think I'm mad at you?" James asked, quickly rushing over to comfort him, even though he wasn't visibly upset. "I'm never mad at you, love."
"But…" Regulus trailed off.
"Yes?" James asked. "Tell me. I need to know so I can stop it happening again."
"It sounds stupid," Regulus said, blushing.
"It won't be," James promised. "Nothing you say will ever be stupid."
"You… you haven't been giving me as many kisses today, or hugging me. It's almost dinner time and I've only had two hugs from you," Regulus said. "You usually give me way more."
"Oh, Reggie," James said, pulling him into a hug so Regulus's head was resting on his shoulder. "That's not because I'm mad at you."
"Then why?" Regulus asked, voice quiet.
"Because I thought I was the one being annoying," James said, laughing. "You've so busy with your art project and you didn't respond when I hugged you from behind or kissed you on the cheek. I thought you were giving me the cold shoulder, or that I'd done something wrong."
"You haven't done anything wrong," Regulus said, leaning into James. "I just find it tiring to have to show my gratitude every time you show affection, especially when I'm working on my art, so I just forget to sometimes. I'm not giving you the cold shoulder. I love your hugs and kisses."
"Well I'm glad we sorted that out," James said, laughing softly. "I'll resume my endless affection. But… how am I suppose to know when you're actually angry at me?"
"Oh, don't worry," Regulus said, pulling back and grinning. "If I'm really angry, you'll know."
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i feel the black brothers angst to a deeper level. i cry every time regulus is arguing with sirius about him leaving and i literally think about my baby brother blaming me for getting out of that house and leaving him there (which idk if he does bc i’m scared to have that conversation) (also it was a different situation).
it’s literally the way i torture myself bc i love fics with sirius and regulus angst.
control - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 325
"Reggieeeee."
Regulus, who certainly had not done anything terrible enough to deserve this, looked up to see his brother approaching him. Grimacing and wishing for death, he sighed. "I'm not doing your homework for you, Sirius," he said dully, wincing as Sirius popped down on the bench beside him.
"Not what I'm here to ask for!" the older boy replied, not denying he was here for a favor.
"What is it, then?" Regulus asked, internally begging the heaves to open up and take him away.
"Can you get James to cancel Quidditch Practice on Friday?" Sirius whined, eyes wide and puppy-like, which probably worked on other people.
But Regulus just stared. "What makes you think I have ANY sense of control over Potter?" he demanded, scoffing.
"Reg. Be honest with yourself for just five seconds," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "You are the only person who has control over our dear Jamesie-"
"He's not our anything-"
"-he's absolutely gone for you. Now, I need to go on a date with Moony. And I know that you hate preparing your potions ingredients. Too gross and slimy, right?" Sirius asked knowingly, giving Regulus a smug smile.
But fuck, it was true. He hated cutting up all the various roots and bug parts. "...I'm listening," he sighed, eyes narrowing.
"So here's what happens. You ask him on a date on Friday and I do your potions prep for the rest of the week," Sirius offered, beaming.
Regulus sighed. "The rest of the year."
"Month."
"Deal!"
So, rolling his eyes, Regulus sought out his boyfriend, who was flying laps on the Quidditch Pitch, and waved him down. "James," he said, shooting him an angelic smile, "can we go on a date on Friday?"
Immediately, the older boy folded. "Yeah! Yeah, baby, of course! I just have practice, but I'll reschedule. I can't wait!"
After a kiss of the cheek, Regulus walked away, beaming.
Perhaps he did have some control.
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