August 23: Stomachache | @jegulus-microfic | Word Count: 255

august 23: stomachache | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 255

Finally a Part 2 for the Game Night au!

Part 1

“PRONGS?”

Both James and Regulus’ heads snapped to look at Sirius, who had just let himself in through James’ front door. 

Sirius gaped at the pair of them and set down the six pack of drinks he was carrying.

“Since when were you friends?” He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and taking out a drink for himself.

Regulus blinked innocently up at Sirius from where he and James were sat on the couch. “We just met,” he told his brother. Regulus put a hand on James’ chest. “He was just explaining how to play Blackjack.”

James’ skin tingled from where Regulus touched him and he felt his cheeks get hot. He could tell Regulus was trying to work up Sirius. 

Kudos to him because, frankly, it was working. A vein in Sirius’ temple was visibly straining and he was gripping his drink so tight his knuckles were white.

Sirius cleared his throat and asked, “James- a word in the kitchen?”

James nodded and extracted himself away from Regulus. He heard a small whine in the back of the younger man’s throat and he felt like he could have collapsed right there. As soon as Regulus’ hands weren’t touching him anymore, James felt a cold absence and longed for them to come back.

Surely having thoughts like this about your best friend’s younger brother isn’t normal, right?

He looked back at Regulus before stepping into the kitchen and his heart skipped so many beats he had a small stomachache.

Nope. That definitely wasn’t a normal feeling.

Remus Lupin 🤍

Sirius ruined everything by running away. Regulus ruined everything by staying.

*Inspired by Winner by Conan Gray

Written for @conangray-marauders-fest

The difference between Sirius and Regulus is that Sirius writes for Wattpad, and Regulus for AO3

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.

James and Regulus watching the Barbie movie in the cinema, then ‘What was I made for?’ starts playing. As soon as the lyric “I’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend, it’s not what he’s made for” sounds through the movie theatre, James leans over and whispers in Regulus’ ear,

“It’s exactly what I’m made for.”