Je suis une pomme de terre

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*Tiny bit NSFW towards the end...*

Regulus sat out on the porch overlooking James’ garden and the stunning view it afforded of the lake and took a moment to reflect on his life.

Two weeks ago, because that was all it had been, he had been whoring around town every weekend with his best friends and being miserable as sin about it. Wanting to make a connection, but also never wanting to see any of those men past a quick shag.

Now, he was sat in the back garden of the hottest man he had every laid eyes on, whilst said man cooked for him, again, expecting nothing more from him than Regulus was able to give and all Regulus wanted to do was hand over heart and say, here, James, it’s all yours. He needed to get a goddamn grip on himself. He knew that he was only feeling so deeply because it had been a very, very long time since he had actually met anyone that made him feel like someone worth being around.

Regulus’ circle was very small. It consisted of his brother, brother-in-law and his three best friends. That was it and up until now, he had thought that would be all he ever needed. Until James.

Regulus continued to sip on his wine as he breathed in the fresh early evening air and let his mind wander past this evening, past the beach tomorrow and forward. He thought of all the things he wanted to show James, all the places he could take him and the things they could do together.

Then he thought about Harry.

Would James want him to meet him properly? How would he introduce him if he did?

Logically, he knew that James would probably introduce them at some point, but there was also a part of him that worried. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he tried to breathe past his anxiety and not let it get to him. James would introduce his son when he thought it would be best for Harry, which was the right thing to do.

As he sat there breathing steadily in and out, he felt James place a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Hi.” He whispered as his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” James replied, just as quietly. “What you thinking about?”

“You. Us.” Regulus admitted before he could second guess himself.

James sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into James’ side.

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” James replied, as he placed another kiss to Regulus’ forehead.

“James?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are we,” Regulus paused and took another breath. “Are you my boyfriend?” It was easier to ask when he wasn’t looking at James and getting lost in his eyes.

 “Well, I was sorta hoping I was.” James pulled back a bit and guided Regulus’ gaze to his, damn him. “Are you my boyfriend?”

Regulus chewed on his lip. “Yes.”

“That’s settled then.” James softly gripped his chin and pulled their lips together.

It was both gentle and brutal. Soft and rough. Slow and fast. Hands gripping but holding lightly.

Regulus did not know how he had lived so long without this man in his life.

He pulled back so their lips brushed as he spoke. “How long is dinner going to be?” The question coming out more breathy than he had intended and James chuckled at him as he pressed a very soft kiss to his lips.

“In like two minutes. It’s why I came outside.”

“Fuck.” Regulus pouted and James laughed again.

“Come on, love.” James stood up and pulled Regulus to his feet. “Let’s go eat and then maybe we can behave like teenagers and make out on the couch, after.”

Dinner was, as Regulus had expected, excellent. Tonight’s offering appeared to be a simple pasta dish, but James had apparently made the pasta from scratch and all the vegetables had been grown in his mums garden. The garlic bread was also homemade.

“You know,” Regulus said as he dished up his second helping of everything. “I hope you’re not expecting the same level of cooking from me?”

“I’m sure you’re very capable, Reg.”

“I can make toast and pour milk over cereal. I am also very good at making reservations.”

“Well, seems like between us, we’ll never go hungry then,” James teased as he flashed Regulus a cheeky wink.

“You joke, but Sirius’ real fear is that I will die from accidental malnutrition. It’s why I go to theirs for dinner a couple of times a week.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll keep you well satiated.”

Regulus caught the innuendo and watched as James leaned back in his chair and smirked at him.  

Regulus slowly put his cutlery down and looked back down the table at James, as the tension started to mount.

“Finished?” James asked, his voice low and heavy.

Regulus didn’t reply. Instead, he pushed himself away from the table and slowly walked towards James.

James watched him hungrily as Regulus got closer. Emboldened, Regulus moved forward and slotted a knee between James’ and ran his fingers through James’ hair, scraping his scalp.

James slowly ran a hand up the inside of Regulus’ thigh, stopping just shy of Regulus’ rapidly filling cock and Regulus sucked in a heady breath as James squeezed.

“So,” Regulus began, his own voice low and steady. “About that make out session.”  

James moved so fast, Regulus didn’t have time to catch his breath before he was being lifted into the air.

“Fuck.” The word was punched from him as his back hit the kitchen table.

“With pleasure.” James growled.

Except when James tells Regulus this plan he asks what they're going to feed the ducks and James is like bread??? And Regulus is like no that's bad for their health, get proper duck food or I'm not going. (Barty likes birds and had just been yapping about this a few weeks ago and Regulus loves playing hard to get)

So James orders duck feed by mail to Hogwarts just to take Regulus on a date.

@wolfstarmicrofic July 30, word count 316

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James and Peter had been all over him a few days later when he’d braved the gym again. 

“Remus, are you okay?”

“Sirius said you weren’t well. My mum made you some chicken soup; remind me to give it to you before you go.”

“We were so worried when you didn’t come in or pick up the phone.”

“She makes everything from scratch. You’ll never eat anyone else’s soup again.”

“If there’s anything we can do to help, let us know.”

“Oh, and she made you a loaf of sourdough. The starter has been in our family for over a hundred years old!”

“Thank you,” Remus said, holding his hands up. Luckily, Sirius came to his rescue and steered him into the main gym, shooting daggers at his friends over his shoulder. 

“Sorry about them. They can be a bit much if you’re not used to it,” Sirius apologised. 

“It’s fine,” Remus reassured him. “It’s actually quite nice having people that concerned about me. Apart from Lily and my parents, there’s no one else who cares that much.”

Sirius pulled Remus into his arms and hugged him. 

“We all care and will never stop caring, even if you never set foot in the gym again.”

“Thanks, Sirius,” Remus said, his voice a bit thick as he tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. “It means a lot.”

They hugged for a little longer, Sirius obviously not caring about his other clients seeing them. 

“Don’t think this is getting you out of what I have planned for you today. Go get changed and grab a yoga ball.”

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic July 30, Word count 460

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CW - NSFW, Sex scene

James launched himself onto the bed, almost squashing Reg, but only just avoiding that. 

“I love you,” he murmured as he tugged at Reg’s t-shirt. 

“Love you too,” Reg laughed as he raised his arms to help James. The second the garment was tossed across the room, James’s mouth was on Reg’s skin, kissing and nipping his way down until his mouth met the waistband of Reg’s black jeans. He ran his palm over the thick bulge, pushing uncomfortably against the tight material. 

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Luckily for Regulus, his sixth formers didn’t really seem to care about Sirius’ antics, after all, it wasn’t a secret that Regulus was gay, or that Sirius Black was an utter fool, in an annoyingly, loveable way.

When the last bell of the day finally rang, Regulus packed up his things in his office and tried to walk as quickly as he could to his car, without looking like was actually running.

He said goodbye to the few students and teachers he passed on his way out and just as he dove into his car, his phone pinged.

James Potter: Saw you running to your car…got exciting weekend plans, Mr. Black? 😉

Regulus scanned the carpark and the school windows he could see from his car but could not see James anywhere.

You: Are you stalking me, Mr. Potter?

James Potter: …no comment…

Regulus shook his head as he chucked his phone down and headed home to pack his weekend bag.

An hour and a half later, Regulus was mid-way through checking he had everything he needed when the buzzer to his flat went off. He checked his watch. That bloody man was early. Or was he? Did they even set a time? Wait…

The buzzer went off again and Regulus jumped as he realised he hadn’t actually moved, so he ran to get the door.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.” James’ beautiful voice rang through the speaker.

“Come on up.”

Regulus buzzed James in and left this door on the latch whilst he went back to his room to grab his bag.

He was just staring at the contents of his top, bedside drawer, considering if he needed to bring anything with him when he heard James call out through the flat.

“Reg, sweetheart, you here?”

Regulus slammed the drawer shut. “Yeah. Just coming.”

He expected to turn around and see James in the bedroom doorway, but when he left his room, he saw James standing on the other side of the flat, just in front of his front door.

“You can come in further you know.” Regulus teased as he made his way over to the taller man.

“Firstly, never walk into someone’s house when they’re not there, especially when you don’t have permission. Secondly,” James said as Regulus reached him and he pulled him into a hug. “I didn’t know what the rules were on shoes.”

Regulus chuckled as he wrapped his spare arm around James’ neck and pulled himself up to plant a gentle kiss on James’ lips. “Hi.”

James returned the kiss and smiled down at him. “Hello.” Regulus pulled away. “You good to go?”

“Almost. Is there anything for the beach you need me to bring?”

“Just your gorgeous self.” James made to grab at him again, but Regulus jumped out of his reach.

“James Potter, keep your hands to yourself for another two minutes.” Regulus chastised as he walked back towards his bedroom.

“Where are you going?” James whined.

“I need to get my suncream.” He called out over his shoulder.

“You know I have suncream at home.” James called after him. “I would never let you get sunburnt!”

“Better to be safe than sorry.” Regulus replied as he came back out of his room and put the bottle in his bag.

James was looking at the picture of Regulus with Barty, Evan and Pandora stuck to his fridge and he looked so confused.

“You alright?” Regulus asked.

“Yeah, just, can’t believe we could have met ages ago, is all.” James replied with sadness.  

Regulus moved swiftly to his side and held his face in his hands. “We’re together now.”

James kissed him softly. “Yes we are.” They looked at each other for a little longer before James sighed and pulled away. “Right, got everything?”

“Yup.” Regulus popped the p as he moved to pick his bag up.

“Great.” James beat Regulus to the bag and held his other hand out for Regulus to take. “Let’s go.”

“But, Pads, everybody else was doing it.”

After being called to the Headmaster’s office for Harry’s latest misadventure involving a stolen bottle of Firewhiskey, Sirius seemed determined to make him understand that the problem wasn’t the drink itself, but the excuses he was making for himself.

“No, Haz, that’s not how life works, unfortunately.”

Remus watches quietly as his husband looks at their son, hands on his hips and one foot tapping impatiently.

“Do I look like I care about everybody else?” Sirius asks, lifting an eyebrow. “If everybody else jumps into the Great Lake, do you jump too?”

Harry crosses his arms, a frown settling between his brows.

“That’s what I thought,” Sirius mutters. “Now, I think there’s nothing else left to say. Go back to your dorm and behave. I don’t want any more complaints from the Headmaster.”

Harry gets up, disgruntled, but still presses a kiss to each of their fathers’ cheeks before walking out of the room.

“I’ll see you in detention later,” Remus says, lifting an expectant eyebrow.

Harry rolls his eyes but nods. “Sure, Moony…”

Once Harry has left Remus’s private quarters, Remus turns to Sirius, who is still standing with his hands on his hips.

“He’s just like you,” Remus says with a small smirk.

“A handful?” Sirius asks sarcastically. “Yes. Arguably, I was worse.”

“Fair enough.”

Remus approaches his husband and presses a kiss to his lips. “Well done anyway, Pads.”

“I don’t like playing the police,” Sirius sighs. “But I guess teaching the boy some morals isn’t optional.”

Remus can’t help but smile as he pulls him into a hug.

@wolfstarmicrofic July 29, word count 622

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Sirius looked down at Remus, willing him to talk, but all he did was roll his head and groan. 

“Remus, please, what do you need?” Sirius begged, reaching for Remus’s hand. He was burning up. He put his spare hand over Remus’s forehead and found it hot to the touch and damp with sweat. He ran to the bathroom and searched for paracetamol. He found a packet and pushed two of the white pills from the blister pack before running to the kitchen and filling a glass with cold water. Not even debating it for a second, he put the glass and pills on the bedside table and slid into the bed beside Remus. He lifted Remus’s heaving, protesting body up, resting him against his chest and pressed the glass against his lips. Remus drank greedily, his eyes staying closed as his throat bobbed hard as he slurped the water. 

“Open up, sweetheart,” Sirius murmured, moving the glass and pressing the pills against Remus’s lips. 

“What is it?” Remus rasped, still refusing to open his eyes. 

“It’s just paracetamol.”

Remus shook his head, then whimpered pitifully, his hands coming up to cradle his head. 

“Top drawer, bathroom,” Remus said so quietly that Sirius almost missed it. Sirius had to jump back out of the bed, making sure that Remus was comfortable first. He grabbed all six boxes and quickly read the dose instructions, but he had no idea which one Remus needed.

“Which one is it?” he whispered beside Remus, holding out the boxes. Remus still didn’t open his eyes, opting to reach out and feel the boxes until he found the right one. He popped three pills out and swallowed them dry. Sirius quickly lifted him up again, slipping under him, the rest of the medication abandoned on the bedside table as he pressed the glass of water to Remus’s lips again. Remus finished the water in the glass and let out a quiet sigh. 

“Sleep, sweetheart, I’ll look after you,” Sirius told him and felt Remus’s tense body relax against him as he let sleep take hold of him. 

Sirius held him the entire time he was out, stroking his hair and checking his temperature now and again. It was definitely coming down, but he was still warm. 

“Oh dear, not again.” Mrs Figg sighed. 

Sirius jumped out of his skin, the movement almost dislodging Remus; he hadn’t heard the old lady come in. 

“I can call his parents if you can’t stay,” she said, but Sirius shook his head. 

“I’ve got him. Does this happen a lot?”

Mrs Figg shook her head. “Not as much as when he first moved in. I was calling his mother nearly every week, but he’s not had a flare-up for quite a while. It’s a good thing you came by; I wouldn’t have realised until later.” She shook her head sadly. “If you need anything, dear, I’m downstairs.” She patted Sirius’s hand, looked sadly at Remus and then disappeared as silently as she’d arrived. 

@wolfstarmicrofic July 28, word count 373

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Remus was supposed to be at the gym, but he was having a flare-up and couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed. He wasn’t sure of the exact time: he’d left his phone in the living room, but he did know it was late morning, early afternoon, judging by the light pouring in through his thin curtains. 

His phone rang from the other room. He turned his head and looked at the door. He was too tired to move, so he let it ring. It rang again and then a third time before whoever the caller was, probably Sirius or Peter, trying to find out where he was. He sighed and pulled the duvet up, covering his shaking body. 

He fell in and out of sleep as he usually did when he had a flare-up. He didn’t get them often, but when he did, they wiped him out. His body refused to cooperate, and he’d learnt the best thing to do was wait it out. But gods, he needed some water. His mouth felt like sandpaper. He drifted off to sleep again but was awoken what felt like moments later, but had to have been a while as the light had changed, by the doorbell. He whimpered at the loud noise shot through him, his skull feeling like it was cracking in two. He pulled the duvet over his head and silently begged for the ringer to go away. 

Mrs Figg’s doorbell went next. She had it as loud as she could get it, as her hearing wasn’t great, bless her. He heard the front door open and a muffled conversation before someone came clomping up the stairs and knocked loudly on his door. 

“Remus?” Sirius called through the wood. “Remus, are you in there? Are you alright?” 

Sirius’s footsteps clonked back down the stairs when he didn’t hear Remus call out that he was fine. Remus had known he wouldn’t hear him; he could barely hear himself. 

The footsteps returned, pounding through Remus’s already sore head. He heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock and then hurried footsteps across his living room. His bedroom door burst open, and then Sirius was at his side. 

“Remus, what’s wrong?”

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic July 29, Word count 433

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Midnight settled in instantly. Reg had had a panic when the balcony had been left open and Midnight had nearly fallen off the edge. James had gone straight out and bought some privacy sheets to put around his and Reg’s balconies, so Midnight wouldn’t fall to his death. 

They’d stopped on the way home as James had suggested and bought Midnight a travel box to make their lives easier, bowls, food, litter tray, litter for the litter tray and toys, lots of toys. This cat was spoilt absolutely rotten. 

“Do you think he has enough toys?” Reg asked. “What about a cat tree? And we could put up shelves so he can climb around the room.”

James didn’t bother arguing; he opened up his phone and, after nearly an hour of comparing cat trees, they settled on the one they wanted, and it was on its way, next-day delivery. VaCATion it was called — a holiday for your cat, every day at home. James didn’t get it as it looked just like every other cat tree they’d looked at, but when he arrived, he did admit it was spacious and ridiculously soft. 

“When I die and come back, I hope I’m a cat,” Reg said as he dropped treats all over the structure, encouraging Midnight to explore his new tower. 

“I want to be a stag.”

“You would,” Reg said, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, but he’d love his little cat friend who rode on his back everywhere to save his little jelly beans,” James teased. Reg stuck his tongue out at him and went back to tempting Midnight up to the top of his tower and into the little bed up there. James looked at all the cat stuff in the living room that spilt into every other room in the flat. “You know, we might have to move back into my flat. With the rate we’re buying stuff for him, this might end up being Midnight’s flat.”

Reg rolled his eyes again but moved to stand in front of James. James wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. 

“Or, we could sell them and buy somewhere bigger and not have that problem?” he suggested. 

“Love,” James grinned down at him. “We could live in Buckingham Palace and still not have enough room for all the toys I know you’re going to buy him.”

Reg stuck his tongue out again, but James quickly caught it with his mouth and kissed Reg deeply, finally not being interrupted with Midnight distracted by all the treats and his new tower. 

“Bedroom?” 

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic July 28, Word count 541

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They called him Midnight, and he slept between them that night in James’s childhood bed. James wasn’t too happy about that, even if the kitten was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, as it seemed their curse of never getting uninterrupted alone time had returned in the form of a feline. Each time James had tried to kiss Reg, Midnight had yowled loudly and pushed his way between them, purring happily when they broke apart and made enough room for him to curl up. 

The next morning, they took him to the vets in the village to check he didn’t have a microchip and to get him one if he was a stray, as well as his injections and flea and worming treatment. They’d both woken up itchy with bites on their skin. James had stripped the bed and promised to treat the whole house when his mum had asked why he’d been so prompt with his washing. She hadn’t been cross, of course she hadn’t; his mum was amazing like that. 

“No microchip and we haven’t had anyone ask about lost kittens. In my professional opinion, this little fella is a stray,” the vet said, stroking Midnight’s head as the little cat purred happily. “It’s up to you if you want to keep him. We can find him a home if not.”

“We’re keeping him,” Reg said almost before the vet had finished talking. 

“I’m glad you’ve decided that, as black cats are the hardest to find homes for. He’s such a sweet little thing, and I’d hate for him to grow up in a rescue.”

Reg immediately grabbed Midnight and held him close to his chest as though worried that he might understand the vet’s words and think he wasn’t loved. 

Midnight had liked the vet when he’d come into the surgery. He definitely didn’t by the time they left, but he was vaccinated, flea and wormed and had a microchip inserted under his skin with their details on it, so if he got lost, hopefully, as long as he was scanned, they’d be reunited and a few tins of flea spray for the house.  

“We can stop by the pet shop on the way home and get some more bits for him,” James said as they pulled back into his parents’ drive to drop off the flea spray. 

“Thanks, son,” Monty said as he took the tins and put them on the side. 

“Do you want me to do it before we head home?” James asked. It was sort of his fault that there were fleas in the house. 

“Nah, it won’t take long, and then I’ll have an excuse to stay outside.”

“Like you need an excuse,” James laughed and hugged his dad.

“Hey, Monty, how much of this sand do I need to mix in?” Barty called from the back door. 

“Just wait!” Monty called back, sounding slightly alarmed. “I’m coming! Sorry, kiddo,” he said to James. “If he puts in too much, it won’t drain and will turn like concrete.”

“Have fun,” James laughed again, grabbing his mum for a hug as she came to the front door and then, with Midnight on Reg’s lap, they left his family home and returned to the city. 

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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!

​He told himself it would pass—that it was just a phase, a childhood fixation. His father had drilled plenty of prejudiced lessons about werewolves into his head over the years, but he’d never warned him about this. He’d never taught him what it meant to fall so head over heels for a human that it physically ached.

​By the time Remus turned fifteen, the atmosphere between them shifted completely. He sensed the change in Sirius long before he ever learned that he, James, and Peter had become Animagi.

​Sirius carried himself differently now—sharper, more animalistic than before. But beneath that lay something deeper: the invisible tug of silver threads tying them together, tethering them in a bond that had always lingered, but was now undeniably potent. Remus could feel the canine warmth radiating off Sirius, the deep, ancient resonance shared by two creatures of the same lineage.

​More than anything, he could feel the truth: Sirius had imprinted on him as well.

So ​when Sirius and the others finally revealed what they had done, it came as no surprise to Remus.

​He simply strode across the dormitory, driven by a single, overwhelming instinct: Mate. Mine. My mate. Sirius—my mate.

​Reaching out, he cupped Sirius’ face in his hands and locked eyes with him.

james : *as he hands regulus another shot* getting you drunk so you can admit you love me :)

regulus : … we’re married.

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"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.

CW: Implied/discusses sexual content

@wolfstarmicrofic July 27, word count 449

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Sirius hadn’t seemed to want to leave Remus’s flat, and if he was being honest, Remus didn’t want him to. They spent the day curled up on the sofa watching films and terrible TV. Sirius ordered them takeaway and refused to let Remus pay for his share, and kissing, lots of kissing. But the sun went down, and it was time for Sirius to go home. 

“Well, erm, thanks for loaning me some clothes and letting me stay over,” Sirius said almost shyly. 

“Thank you for, erm, everything,” Remus said back, his face burning with heat as he realised what had come out of his mouth. He’d meant to say for inviting him out and dinner. Sirius had been so patient with him, realising quickly that Remus wasn’t experienced and that he needed them to go slow. They hadn’t done much more than kiss, and that had been wonderful. He braved looking up at Sirius and found his eyes full of kindness. 

“Will you go on a real date with me?” Sirius asked, and Remus couldn’t stop the gasp he dragged into his lungs.  

“Y-y-you want to go on a date? With me?” He couldn’t quite believe it. 

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to. I like you, Remus. I like you a lot, actually, and I’d love to see if we could maybe be more than just friends, if that’s something you’d be interested in?”

Remus couldn’t get the words out. He sounded like a choking turkey, so opted for action instead and, mostly gently, grabbed Sirius’s face and kissed him. 

“Yes,” he finally spluttered. “Yes, I would like that too.”

Sirius’s smile was so big it split his face in half. 

“Good, but you know that no matter how close we get, you’re not getting out of running on the treadmill, right?”

“Sadist.”

“You love it,” Sirius winked at him and walked down the stairs, pausing at the front door and looking back up at Remus with a glisten of mischief in his eyes. “Bye, Remus, thanks for all the hot sex!” He called back up the stairs before darting out the door. Remus stood at the top of the stairs completely bewildered; what on earth was he on about? Then his tiny downstairs neighbour, who also happened to be his landlady, appeared.