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I genuinely thought Regulus put a vibrator in James and he asked Sirius to go with him for emotional support.

“mold” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 435 words

James, Regulus, Sirius and Remus are sitting in the living room at James and Regulus’ flat. They’re talking about everything and nothing and just having a relaxing afternoon.

“Click”

“Sirius, come help me with the tea, will you?” James asks as he randomly stands up in the middle of the conversation. Sirius gives James an odd look but follows him to the kitchen, nonetheless.

Regulus and Remus are left in the living room and now it’s Remus’ turn to give Regulus an odd look.

“What was that clicking sound?” Remus asks Regulus.

“Nothing.” Regulus responds casually.

“Regulus?”

Regulus doesn’t respond, but his lips tick up ever so slightly. Remus narrows his eyes at him and sees him fiddling with something in his pocket.

“What’s in your pocket, Regulus?” Remus pushes.

“Nothing.” Regulus repeats but his lips turn up a bit more.

“Regulus.”

Regulus tries to hide his smile as he reaches in his pocket and pulls something out to show Remus.

“Is that… is that a dog clicker?” Remus asks dumbfounded.

Regulus isn’t even trying to hide his smile anymore.

“Regulus… Did you Pavlov James?!” Remus is shocked and also sounds slightly horrified.

Regulus is full-on smirking at this point.

“What? Are you trying to mold him into the perfect boyfriend or something?”

“Oh no, he’s already the perfect boyfriend. This is just for fun.” Regulus finally responds.

“I… You… You can’t do that!” Remus exclaims quietly so the others don’t hear.   

“It started as an accident really, but he’s surprisingly easy to train so I wanted to see how many things I could get him to bring me before he figures it out.” Remus just stares at Regulus with his mouth gaped. “I’ve got him up to six.” Regulus say nonchalantly.

“REGULUS!” Remus whisper shouts. “… What does he bring you?” Remus suddenly becomes curious.

“He makes me tea, brings me my book, my slippers, a blanket, one of his sweatshirts and a hairbrush.” Remus looks at him confused. “Yeah, I really thought he’d figure it out after the hairbrush. We’re working on a flashlight right now.” Regulus says casually.

Remus just shakes his head at Regulus speechless. Regulus leans back on the couch with a smirk waiting for his tea.

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James and Sirius are in the kitchen finishing up the tea. Sirius is still looking at James curiously.

“You know what he’s doing, right?” Sirius asks James.

“Oh yeah, I know. But he’s having fun, so I just let him do it.” James tells him with a shrug.

“You are the weirdest couple I know.” Sirius just shakes his head at James.

James Potter is a sub, through and through. You can’t ever convince me otherwise.

murder - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 222

"I heard what Sirius said," Regulus drawled, grey eyes glued to James as he cornered him in the bathroom.

James froze, body heating up as he tried to ignore the way his entire being screamed to touch the other man. "Er...what?" he asked, playing dumb.

"Touch my brother and I'll murder you," Regulus repeated calmly, raising a perfect eyebrow. "Do you want to touch me, James?"

Oh, he did. But he wondered if this was a trap. Some plan to get him to admit how entranced he was by Regulus's every move. How he'd felt like that for months. His mouth watered and his fingers itched and he bit his lip, pondering. "I..."

"Because I want to touch you."

A little moan escaped the back of his throat without his permission, and in the back of his mind he realized that was probably rather pathetic but he didn't quite care because, what? "What?" he choked out.

"Mmm," Regulus hummed, stepping toward him like a cat stalking prey. "And last time I checked, Sirius made no threats against me."

And when perfect, thin fingers pressed against his chest, pushing him into the wall, he went quite willingly. Because Regulus was right, wasn't he? As long as Regulus did the touching, it was fine.

Luckily, he was quite happy to let Regulus take charge.

Heyyyy you should totally go read my really short jegulus kiss cam one-shot and tell me if it sucks or not

June 12 - Challenge | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 898

Regulus doesn’t notice him at first. He rarely ever notices what goes on in his train car when he has his earbuds in and the music blends with the scenery outside the window. But his airpods make their familiar noise of despondent beeping, warning him of their inevitable death, and pull him away from his usual daydreaming.

While rummaging through his bag and placing the earbuds in their case, he gets this odd feeling in his stomach, and then, he hears him. 

With his heartbeat in sudden uptick, he follows the voice that’s slightly obscured by the din of the car and sees him. And oh, that odd feeling is familiarity. Familiarity like he hasn’t known for the past two years.

James. 

He’s in the middle of a phone call, tucked into the corner of a four-seater, and the person on the other line must be funny because James throws his head back, molars on display and his hand comes up to cover his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle his laughter. It booms all the same. 

For a second there, he’s the boy Regulus once knew, and Regulus can’t help the instinctive pull of his lips into a smile.

Hello there, you.

He could easily walk up to him on stiff legs and say hello. James would remove the bag he’s put beside himself and make room, not because it’s Regulus, but because James is accommodating like that.

Regulus would ask James about his mother and casually mention the time he ran into her at the supermarket eight months ago. He’d conveniently leave out the part where he ducked behind a stack of discount soup. Or how he sprinted out of the building and got caught running out with a pack of toothpaste he didn’t pay for. 

James would ask about his job and Regulus would give a noncommittal shrug and say “You know how it is,” and of course James would know. 

James would probably lean back against his seat, bottom lip between his teeth, a smile pulling at the ends. He’d look at Regulus contemplatively before something in his mind goes ‘fuck it’ and he’d ask Regulus if he wants to go grab a drink. Regulus, with prior engagements he cannot break under any circumstances, would probably say yes.

They’d find themselves at a nondescript café nursing respective drinks and letting the ambiance cut away at some of the awkward gaps in their conversation. James would pick at the sugar sachets and create his famous sugar mountains, he’s sure of it; that’s the one thing he can bet on James still doing. 

He’d hold himself back from mentioning how he still makes his tea the way James taught him, how he uses the same obscure phrases James picked up from his favorite cult tv shows – except nobody ever gets it, and it always comes out too stilted. 

He has shaken most other habits; he no longer reaches for James’ favorite brand of juice while grocery shopping and he no longer looks to his side when somebody does something particularly stupid to share a look with James. The thing with James, for all his sunshine exterior, is that he could be a little mean when he thought he could get away with it, and he could always get away with it when in Regulus’ presence.

At some point Regulus would remember how much he loved James. He’d have to bite his lips to stop himself from asking if James had taken the chunky, knitted blanket with him when he left because he couldn't find it last winter, and he’d always wondered. It was his after all.

James would huff, pause his fiddling with the sachets, and look up at him in challenge. The familiar argument of who bought what would arise, and it’d be as if two years never passed. Like they still had their little apartment downtown, Friday night movie marathons, and late nights under the glow-in-the-dark star stickers they put up on their bedroom ceiling. If the nights were long enough, James would spiral into an existential crisis and land on the topic of past lives.

“Do you think we’ve met before?” He’d ask. “Will we meet again?”

Now all they’ve got is a collection of seats between them. That, and ten tentative, awkward steps to break the distance of two years’ worth of nothingness. 

Regulus would concede the challenge, because easy bickering with James would feel like turning a rusty cog, and he doesn’t want James to discover the awkward tone he’s developed during their time apart.

Their meeting would probably end not long after that. They’d go their separate ways with fragile reassurance from both parties to meet again sometime soon– soon being between next week and never.

And that would be it.

He’s had his fair share of breakups. They always leave something behind. But James, oh, James, he took something. Regulus is more than convinced now that he has James in front of him again. 

He looks back at James, who is now preoccupied with his phone, smiling stupidly at the screen.

Yeah, he took something, alright. 

He could. Walk up to him, that is. It’d be so easy. 

So, so easy because it’s James.

Instead, he grabs his bag, adjusts his scarf, nuzzling into it to fight off the oncoming cold, and gets off at the next stop.

Burnt | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 716

James bites into a particularly persistent lump with the texture of onion and suppresses a shudder. 

“Did you put onions in this?” he asks, still chewing. Never stopping his chewing. The persistent chewing saves him from having to swallow.

Regulus frowns from his seat at the table. “Why would I put onions in pancakes?”

James wants to gag but opts for a deep breath, disguising it as a hum of contentment. “No reason.” More chewing. Oh god, it’s all mushy in his mouth, like the pancakes have reverted back to batter. “This is nice.”

Regulus squints. “Then swallow.” There’s a pause. “Swallow, James.”

James grabs the pitcher of water and fills his glass, ashamed that he has to resort to a technique he hasn’t used since middle school. He takes a deep breath, brings the glass to his lips, and washes the pancakes down. It takes the entire contents of the glass to ensure the food stays down, but he does it and he breathes out like he’s faced death and survived. His triumph is quickly trampled by Regulus’ puzzled stare.

“I love it. So much,” James says finally, blinking away tears. “In fact, I love it so much I’m gonna take it with me to the bathroom while I go about my business. If we end up with a clogging problem, it is one hundred percent me and not this…” James can’t call it pancakes; it’s not fair. It's an abuse of the name and legacy of pancakes.

“You hate it.” Regulus states simply, refusing to entertain James’ nonsense.

“No,” James tries to amend. “You took time out of your day to make me breakfast. I’m blessed.”

Regulus crosses his arms and huffs. “You’re fucking ungrateful, is what you are.”

James reels back in his chair, mouth agape in affronted shock. “Ungrateful? For not baring my neck for your ax?”

“Oh, that’s dramatic!”

James makes a motion towards the pile of pancakes plated between them. “Go on then. Have at it.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, and grabs a particularly crispy pancake with burnt edges, and bites into it raw. He chews, keeps chewing, and then chews some more, all the while maintaining determined eye contact with James.

James bites into his lip to stop himself from laughing. “Swallow.” 

Regulus stops chewing, and then comes the most painful swallow James has ever witnessed. Regulus sits unmoving, looking almost frozen aside from the occasional eye twitch.

James grows worried after a few minutes of silence, Regulus refusing to let up. “Reg?”

Regulus gives another dry swallow before opening his mouth, voice hoarse and parched. “Water,” is all he says, before James fills his glass. He downs the whole thing in one go, then hangs his head, refusing to meet James’ gaze. He should, though, because James has nothing but adoration for him despite the pancakes– stockholm syndrome and all that.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he breaks the silence with an affectionate smile branded on his lips. “I thought you were mad at me.”

Regulus finally looks up. “Why would I be mad at you?”

James gestures towards the pancakes, and Regulus gives a heavy sigh. “I made you pancakes because I love you, asshole.” He bites his lips, contemplating. “If anything, I’m happy with you.”

James’ heart soars. This is why he was ready to poison himself and clog their pipes. “If this is what you do when you’re happy with me, then I’m in danger.” He chuckles. When Regulus gets up to move, he throws his head back in laughter.

James grabs onto him, pulling him down onto his lap; Regulus goes with little to no resistance. “I’m joking,” he placates, burying his face in the crook of Regulus’ neck. Regulus squirms before going pliant. “You’re cute.”

“No, I’m not.” Regulus says, cutely. “I’m trying here.”

“I know,” James hums, tightening his hold with the sudden overwhelming love he feels for the man in his lap. “There’s no way but up from here. You’ll be putting all the professional chefs to shame in no time.”

Regulus scoffs. “I know.”

“We’ll start small, though. Let’s start with learning how to boil water first—ow!” Regulus is out of his lap and across the apartment, and James is too busy rubbing his arm and laughing to go after him.

Doctor | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 1011 | cw: mentions of death & terminal illness

“Go fish.”

Regulus stares him down, a particularly indignant look settled in his face. James shrugs and nods towards the pile of cards on the overbed table.

“Liar,” Regulus retorts, he grabs a card anyway. Great. Another useless one.

“Defamation.” James tuts, a pleased smile on his smug face. Regulus rolls his eyes. James looks through his cards and sighs, bored. “Do you have a seven?”

Of course Regulus has a seven, but he hates James right now, so he tells him to go fish. 

“You know,” James squints his eyes, “it’s rather distasteful to lie to the dying.”

Regulus freezes. “I–I wasn’t–” James delights in his panicked state, leaning back against his pillow, exhaling laughter from his nose. 

“You’re an asshole.” Regulus clutches his set of cards, the edges digging into his fingers. He looks down at the bed sheets crumpled under the weight of his bent leg. James thought sitting on the chair beside him was too formal, and who was he to deny him? 

“You’re not...” He can’t get himself to finish the sentence. “It’s your turn,” he says instead.

“I am, though,” James says, unwilling to let the conversation slide. “Dying, that is.”

Regulus doesn’t know what to say. James has this strange look on his face, like he’s looking for something. 

He wasn’t supposed to be here today. Or any other day, really. He’s visited James with Sirius a handful of times, each time with the peculiar feeling of gravel in his stomach and the urge to retch.

There is a curated schedule around James to make sure he is never alone, and it has worked impeccably until it didn’t and Regulus was called in as backup to keep James company for a few hours.

James had barely acknowledged his existence when he walked in–escorted by a nurse because he forgot where James was staying–his energy already depleted for the day. He did peek through an eye and say, “You’re not my doctor.”

Regulus shook his head and dropped his bag on the floor and sat down beside him. “No, I’m your executioner.”

That earned him a lazy smile, though. James was still too tired to open his eyes. “Finally.”

A warm breeze blows in through the open window, and James shivers. Regulus moves to close the window, but James grabs him by the wrist to stop him, spindly fingers wrapping around him. It takes everything in him not to flinch because James is cold. He’s so cold, and Regulus thinks of the sun and all the times James was compared to it and thinks, ‘this isn’t right.’

As if he can read his mind, James lets go and cradles his hands in his lap. “Leave it. I like the sun.”

Regulus nods and sits down. It feels more awkward now, sitting so close. “Do you want me to get you an extra blanket?”

James scoffs, then inhales sharply, looking up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly.

Regulus can spot the telltale signs of a crying spell, but James never cries. For as long as he’s known him; James has been synonymous with happy, cheerful, and, again, the sun–always the fucking sun. There were instances when Regulus would be on the receiving end of one of James’ signature smiles, or an accidental touch and he’d think; yeah, alright, he is a bit like the sun. So overwhelming that Regulus feared that he’d burn.

He didn’t look like the sun now, though. He looked small, hollowed and drained.

He was dying.

“I’m dying,” James repeats with a shuddering breath.

You’re not dying, the words pile up on Regulus’ tongue, but quickly fizzle out when he catches a defiant glint in James’ eye. It’s right there behind the facade of mirth and playfulness that usually earns him one of those coveted jelly cups from the nurses. Hidden behind the tight coil of his smile. Maybe it didn’t surface just now; perhaps it has been there for a while now, making a home in James.

It was clear as day: James was angry. How long has he been angry?

It’s a stupid thing to wonder. Of course he was angry; he was dying. One day, he was a normal kid; the next, he broke a leg and came back with a cast and a diagnosis, and it all went downhill from there.

There is a fracture there, across the veneer of bravery and acceptance; a break in his act and he looks vulnerable. Broken. Pleading. Angry. He wants Regulus to ask him. To break the flimsy filter in their conversation and be real with him. 

When James dies by summer’s end, and everyone who ever knew and loved him gathers, they’ll tell their stories through tears coated with tender laughter and they’ll all settle on the same thing: James was brave through it all. Regulus will remember this moment, will let himself be haunted and weighed down by the guilt and know that no, James wasn’t brave. Not always. Not really. 

He’ll shake the feeling that James died as he lived; for others. He didn’t make a fuss, didn’t add to the obvious discomfort and tragedy that came with death. Instead, he fluffed the pillows and dusted off the sheets to make his departure as clean and comfortable as possible for his loved ones.

Except for one moment, the evening when he reached out for the first time–and to Regulus of all people. Regulus should’ve said something.

Regulus should say something.

Open his cage. Let him cry. Let him scream. Let him rage. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Tell him it’s unfair, and he shouldn’t go softly.

“Go fish,” he says instead, and he gets this sinking feeling in his stomach

“Hmm?” James blinks, eyes glassy.

Regulus looks down, caressing the seven he does have with his thumb. “It’s your turn, James.”

James looks at him, long and hard, and Regulus faces him head on. James doesn’t find what he’s looking for and frowns. He swallows and nods. Regulus wants to throw up.

“Right,” he reaches for a card.

Constellation | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 439

Regulus wakes up to James’ watchful gaze. Slow and bleary-eyed, he moves to face him. James is looking down at him, arm propped up, and cheek pressed against the palm of his hand.

There’s something about that look. Regulus is slow to realize the weight of it, but once it settles, he goes still. 

“What is it?” He almost wants to cover James’ eyes and tell him to stop looking at him like that.

“Nothing,” comes James’ response and his voice is infinitely clearer than Regulus’, bearing no trace of sleep. Exposing him.

James has been up for a while, watching Regulus sleep.

It’s early morning. The birds are chirping their song and the sun is slanting through the blinds, painting the walls of their bedroom and bringing its warmth into their bed.

James runs a hand through Regulus’ locks, softly, reverently, moving an errant lock from his face and behind his ear. It’s futile work, as it falls right back where it was. Regulus blows air at it in response, and James smiles.

He moves, running his hands through Regulus’ hair, past the nape of his neck and settles on the vast expanse of his exposed back.

James traces the spots and freckles scattered across Regulus’ back with a careful finger, barely touching as he moves it along. 

“Even here,” he breathes, “there are constellations.” It’s barely a whisper, entirely to himself, as he continues to thread the marks together along his path.

Regulus leaves him to it, suppresses the where else in me do you see stars? that burst through the tingling in his stomach at James’ ministrations.

After a while, James starts tracing a familiar pattern, less soft now, covetous rather than reverent.

J F P

“Stop that,” Regulus says, failing to keep a reprimanding tone.

“Stop what?”

“Marking me.”

“I’m not marking you. I’m connecting the stars.”

J…F…P

“How awfully convenient that the freckles on my back spell out your initials.”

“It’s not all freckles; there are a few pimples here.”

Aaaand the show is over. Regulus rolls onto his back and pushes James down onto his pillow. He goes without a fight, a stupid grin on his face.

“Good morning to you, too.” 

“I hate you.”

“You should tone down the sappiness, it’s getting to be too much even for me.” And before Regulus decides to chuck his pillow at him: “Breakfast?”

“Pancakes.”

James snorts. “Not if you’re making them.”

Regulus helps him off the bed with a push of his foot on James’ ass, and cocoons himself.

“You burn them one time,” he grumbles to himself, burrowing into the pillow that smells like James.

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June 3: Enchant – @jegulus-microfic – word count:173

A threadbare cream sheet sits in the middle of an endless green field, and atop lays an assortment of fruit and snacks. A glass vase sits in the very middle, filled with a bouquet of lavender roses, and a bit of water.

Regulus lets out a small sigh, letting his eyes fall closed, and relaxing his head more into James’ lap. His fingers have found their way to Regulus’ hair, massaging his scalp.

“Jamie?” Regulus mumbles quietly.

James hums in questioning.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Reg.”

Regulus opens his eyes and looks at his lovely boy. His boy who has his eyes on Regulus, looking enchanted and horribly in love. It’s rather embarrassing, really. Regulus tells him just as much.

James chuckles gently, leaning in to nuzzle Regulus’ nose with his own. James tips his head down, capturing Regulus’ lips in a kiss. A flame spreads across his cheeks.

When James pulls back, he smirks down at Regulus, and says “Who’s embarrassingly in love now, Reg?”

Regulus can’t even defend himself.

June 1st: pride | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 185

Regulus sighed as he twirled his goblet in his right hand. He slyly glanced across the Great Hall to look at James. The other boy was animatedly telling a joke to the other Gryffindors nearby, and Regulus gathered that the joke was funny due to multiple people shrieking with laughter and slamming their fists on the table. He glared back at the plate in front of him and focused on the food sitting there. 

It was too much to stare at James. Too risky. Someone might think he actually cared about him. They wouldn't be wrong though. But Regulus would rather face a dragon than admit to fancying Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Mother and Father would certainly have a right little fit, he thought. What would become of his social status among the Slytherins? But above all, his pride was in the way. There's no way that I'm going to confess first, Regulus mused, it would have to be him. Regulus smirked as he finished the thought and waved away the possibility that James Fleamont Potter would ever take interest in him. What a strange fantasy.

june 2nd: night | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 254

In a day filled with stress and anxiety, a calm night was all James could count on. All day he'd be laughing and chatting and joking, but at night, he could finally take a chance to breathe. At night he could sit in silence and stare at the stars and the moon undisturbed. He could tune the radio to the station he used to love, not the one his best friend picked. But most importantly, James liked the night because it brought him closer to the only love he'd ever known. Sure, James was married and had a wonderful kid, but nothing would ever quite feel like this particular love hiding in the stars. Even though he was so grateful for his wife and son, he could not shake this particular love from his head. This love had been so engulfing he was often overwhlemed from how many feelings he had developed. This love had been so strong it made his heart ache. He had known this love for almost his whole life, yet only took advantage of it for a few years. James would have given anything just to hear his love call his name one more time. Given anything just to hear his soft voice. Anything just to hear him whisper, "Good morning, mon amour." James had loved this boy with all of his being, and now all he had left of their time together was the comforting vision of the night sky. Because up there lay his star. His beautiful star. 

june 26: knee | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 695

*surgeon x patient au* ( i am debating if i should turn this into a series?)

"—alright Potter, I'm heading off, I've got an appy scheduled in about an hour but I'm supposed to meet Black in the on-call rooms right now," chuckled Remus with a smirk tugging on his lips as he dropped his remaining charts on top of James'. 

"You're meeting who again?" James tore his eyes away from his charts, which were getting messier by the minute due to James speeding through them at a dizzying rate. He could just barely make out the letters in his handwriting.

Remus' eyes bulged incredulously. "Y'know, Sirius Black, the total Trauma god," he blurted. James shrugged with a sigh. He really did not have time to chat with Remus about his latest guy. James had to go do rounds soon and he still needed to finish his mountain of charts, no thanks to Remus, here. Remus didn't look impressed. "Y'know, the bloke with the long black hair and black scrubs!" Remus said as he was walking away to the on-call room where apparently Sirius Black was waiting. 

James sat and thought for a moment. The hospital where he worked was big so, of course he didn't remember everyone's names. Oh, but he remembered the faces. Okay, yes now he remembered Sirius. Yeah, the one that ran the trauma wing like a ringmaster would a circus. God, he was a funny one. James decided to work extra hard to remember Sirius' name. 

James glanced up at the clock, and jolted straight to his feet. Ughhhh shittttttttttt, he was late. James put his charts aside, pocketed his pen and joined his fellow residents through rounds which went all very smoothly... until he got a patient assigned. 

The patient in question:

Regulus Black, Male, 26, admitted for a knee fracture due to a fall, Head CTs: good, X-Rays: not so good. So, Regulus here just needed a little surgery. 

For James, it would all be a breeze, since A) he dominates Ortho and deals with knee injuries, like, every day and B) he's done this surgery plenty of other times. Really all there is to it is putting in some metal pins to put the broken bones together. Real simple surgery. Only about 2 hours. Not a problem at all.

What is a problem however is Regulus. James legitimately doesn't think he's ever seen such a beautiful person. He was in awe of his porcelain skin, and soft rosy cheeks. And his hair, which seemed to be a natural combination of wavy curls, fell over his forehead and framed his face perfectly. And his eyes— His lips— Oh, but his cheekbones, oh, they could cut glass...

"—Potter, Dr Potter, Dr Potter."

James snapped out of it and swiveled his head to look at Minerva. He coughed and mumbled, "Ah, sorry, Minnie, what, uh, what were you saying?" James swore he felt himself shrink as she pursed her lips in a thin line. 

"Dr Potter, if you are going to keep getting distracted by the patient, then perhaps I should reassign you?”

"No!" James cleared his throat hastily, and lowered his voice, "No, that won't be necessary, Minnie." He stole a glance at Regulus whose face was blank except for the sharp glare he had pinned on them as they spoke. In James' opinion, it was hot. 

Minerva dumped Regulus' chart in James' hands and swept out of the room with a snap, "Don't call me that, Potter." James grinned at her as she closed the door.

As soon as the coast was clear, James shifted his grin to shine on Regulus, who was now just scowling at James. Okay, yeah, James has got this. All he had to do was somehow resist every urge in his mind, and body, and just do his job. Yep. 

“Oh, just get on with this all already. Do your job or something,” Regulus snapped. James couldn’t help but marvel at the sound of his voice and felt his cheeks flush. God. He sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly as he set Regulus’ chart down on the side of his bed, running his hand through his hair quickly.

Yeah, this was going to be tough.

next part

June 27: heal | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 799

*surgeon x patient au*

Part one, previous part

If you asked Regulus, he'd say he was completely fine. But after he took the tiniest fall of course his idiot surgeon of a brother made him go to the hospital to get it checked out. But then of coursethe hospital in question doesn't allow family to treat family. So, now, of course Regulus is stuck with the hot, dumb doctor. Of course. And for the past 10 minutes that hot, dumb doctor, who introduced himself as James, has been talking non-STOP. 

“Okay, you know what? Stop, just stop talking,” Regulus snapped suddenly, pinching his nose bridge and closing his eyes for a second. “I’m fine. I don’t need surgery. I’m only here because my brother forced me. You can just give me some painkillers or whatever and I’ll leave.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned at James. “Come on, doctor,” he continued, “do me a favor here or something.”

“Oh— er, yeah, well,” James’ face flushed a bright shade of red, “your X-Rays aren’t looking great, and the only way to fix your knee is with surgery so, ah, I— well you can’t leave, basically.” James shifted his feet nervously from where he stood next to Regulus’ bed. He flashed Regulus an apologetic grin as if it might help comfort him or something. It did not.

“I’m fine,” Regulus gritted out between his teeth. The nerve of this doctor, honestly. 

“No, you’re not, but you will be once you get surgery. I promise the surgery is perfectly safe, and I’ve done plenty of them before. There’s nothing to worry about,” James said, voice softening. “And you’ll be able to heal in as little as 3 months.” James sat on the edge of Regulus’ bed and put his hand of Regulus’ leg under the blanket. Regulus decided he would let him stay there for now. “And, uh, not to brag, but I’m a pretty good surgeon,” James added as he leaned in closer to him, “so you’re in good hands, love.” James patted his leg. 

Regulus felt his cheeks grow hot as James flashed him a cocky, lopsided grin. Regulus was trying to look anywhere but James’ eyes. He was dumbly scowling down at his own hands, which now lay in his lap, threaded together. Oh he felt so stupid for this. He would not  be manipulated into this surgery by just a nice man with a nice smile. No. Absolutely not. He felt his cheeks flush harder. 

Regulus risked looking up to meet James' steady gaze. His eyes showed a little concern but were otherwise lovely to look at, not that Regulus would ever admit that to James though. The other man's lips curled up in the corners just slightly, and his thumb was tracing circles where it lay on Regulus' thigh. 

He decided to would probably be okay to share a small smile in return so that's what he did as he still held James' piercing stare. His eyes were so deep with varying hues of dark, chocolatey brown and warm amber.

James opened his mouth like he had been about to say something, then closed it, then opened again slightly, then closed. He drew his lips in a thin line and finally looked away from Regulus. He turned to look at the clock on the bedside stand and abruptly cleared his throat.

Regulus snapped out of his daze immediately at the noise and, instinctively, pulled back from where he was, apparently, leaning in. He trained his eyes back on his hands in his lap again quickly. 

"Um, well, ah, I got to- I have to- uh, paperwork," James mumbled awkwardly, giving Regulus' leg a firm squeeze then letting go and standing up. 

"Oh." Regulus merely stared at him, not really taking it the words yet. "Oh, yes, you.. go do that, uh, yeah."

"Hey," James said, walking to the door, "If you need anything or feel anything weird, just call a nurse and tell them to page me, and I'll be right over. I'm serious, don't hesitate if you need something." 

Regulus nodded, breathless at the moment for some unknown reason.

"And," he added, now already standing in the doorway, "if you could hopefully decide about surgery before tonight, that would- well, it would save me from some difficult conversations. And if you decide sooner, rather than later, you can out of pain sooner. Again, just tell a nurse to page me once your mind's all made up."

Regulus snapped out of his daze... again. "Yeah, okay."

"Alright, see you later, love."

"Later."

As soon as James was nowhere to be seen, Regulus let out a tremendous sigh and flopped back into his bed. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was happening to him?

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June 28: lawyer | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 514

*surgeon x patient au* previous part, part one

James strode through the hallways of the hospital clutching Remus’ unfinished charts in one hand, the other resting on his pager on his hip. James came to a stop in front of the on-call room and inhaled deeply. He pressed an ear to the door to try to see if anything was… happening in there. James didn’t hear anything so he felt it was probably safe enough to go in. He swung the door open and made a beeline for where he saw a tangle of limbs under a blanket.

“Hey, Lupin.” James dropped the charts right on top of Remus, and let out a chuckle when he heard small grumbles omit from under the blanket. 

Remus’ head popped out from underneath and with it the disheveled head of Sirius Black.

Sirius’ eyes bulged and he blushed wildly. 

“James’, mate, what are you on, like, seriously? I told you I’d be busy,” Remus muttered angrily, running a hand through his hair and fixing a glare on him.

“Mate, you left behind all your charts with me and, I’m not going to do them, I’ve got enough paperwork to do already. Plus, the hospital board lawyers’ll have your head if you keep slacking off,” James said flatly. “Oh, hey, Sirius,” he added with a little wave to the other man, who looked a little terrified right now.

Remus turned to Sirius and James heard him murmur, “Love, it’s fine, James isn’t going to tell the whole hospital about us.” Sirius almost instantly relaxed and threw on a lopsided grin, holding out a hand for James to shake. James took it and smiled back. 

Suddenly, James remembered something. “Black, you’ve got a brother, right?”

“Yeah,” Sirius responded.

“Well, he’s admitted here right now, and I’m his doctor, thought you should probably know or something,” James explained.

“Oh,” he waved his hand carelessly, “I forced that little git here. Put up such a fight.” He laughed fondly. “He slipped on a pool deck then fell in and almost drowned, honestly, it was quite hilarious at first, until he started screaming and thrashing around,” Sirius told James, voice more serious now, “So, like the amazing older brother that I am, I jumped in and dragged his arse out. Then, I forced him to come here because his knee was looking pretty rough.”

James nodded and said, “Yeah, his X-Rays showed a couple of fractures so I’m planning on doing an ORIF. That’s an open reduction and internal fixation surgery.” Sirius nodded and gave James a double thumbs up. James grinned. 

Sirius opened his mouth like he was about to add something else but then James’ pager went off, beeping madly, cutting him off abruptly. “Sorry, chat was lovely with you two, Remus— do your charts, mate, and Sirius— I’m taking good care of your brother, don’t worry,” James said, “Right lads, I’ve got to run, 911 page.”

James left the room and immediately checked his pager while shuffling down the hallway. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the room he was being called to.

Regulus.

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June 29: complex | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 766

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

James sprinted down the halls, terrified out of his mind. Literally what in the world could have happened??? Regulus was perfectly fine except for a fractured knee so, why did James get a 911 page from his room? James’ brain repeatedly came up with one awful scenario after the other as he tore down the halls and rounded corners. He told off his idiot brain for being ridiculous but he was still scared and didn’t slow down.

He turned a corner and smacked directly into Lily, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of arms and feet. Oh shitttt, he did not have time for this.

“Woah, hey, Potter,” Lily exclaimed, “slow down there!” She let out an airy laugh and she picked herself and dusted off her scrubs. “Oh, I was meaning to ask, wanna meet me in the on-call rooms later?” Lily smirked suggestively, helping James up.

James’ heart and stomach dropped to his feet again. He was wasting time. “Er— yeah, uh, I’ll have to turn that offer down, Lily,” he gritted out, “I’ve really got to get going— 911 page.” James avoided her eyes and set off again.

“You must really care about this patient if you’re blowing me off this quickly,” he heard Lily chuckle as he sped away.

As soon as he got to Regulus’ door, he threw it open to find absolutely nothinghappening inside. He saw Dorcas, the nurse for this case, sitting in a chair, shoulders shaking with laughter. James head snapped to look at Regulus as he made his way over to inspect him.

Regulus was sitting on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest, his face a notably paler shade than James remembered it to be. His face was stricken and his gaze seemed to be latched to James since he had entered the room. 

“Regulus, love, what’s wrong? I got a 911 page,” James said, eyes switching to give Dorcas a questioning glare at the end. She burst into another fit of giggles at James look.

“It’s—um— it’s my heart,” Regulus mumbled, immediately shifting his pretty eyes away from James. James didn’t even have a chance to take out his stethoscope before he got interrupted.

Dorcas stood up and wiped tears away from her eyes. “James,” she started, “a word. In private.” She took him out to the hallway, closed the door, and leaned in close to him. “Alright, so a minute ago our star patient in there paged me complaining of weird feelings in his chest,” Dorcas began, “He seemed pretty spooked by it, so I checked him out and his heart was beating a little quickly, but it was probably because he was freaking out so much.” Dorcas breathed out an airy laugh before continuing, “And, uh, well, I saw his face when you were with him before…”

James didn’t understand. “So…?”

“Oh, love, he fancies you!” Dorcas burst out. “Babes, he was thinking of you and his heart was doing little flutters,” Dorcas said, a little more quietly. James cheeks flushed bright red and his ears felt hot.

“Wait—uh—I—sorry, what?” James choked out incredulously. James’ heart soared but his head spun in disbelief. Regulus Black fancied him??

“Love, you’re an absolute catch,” Dorcas giggled, patting James on the shoulder as he reeled back to lean on the wall, “You made me question if I actually liked girls or not, that’s how powerful you are.” Dorcas laughed and, instinctively, James also laughed but it was tinged with unease.

“Wait, so is Regulus like… aware that he… you know…?” James asked.

“Well, I told him flat out, I was like ‘Babe, seriously, you fancy him’ and then he just pulled his knees up and sat there in the fetal position while I paged you,” Dorcas explained with a smile on her lips. 

“Yes, okay, I get that this is a big deal, like, I’m soaring here, Dorcas, but a 911 page?? Was it necessary? I thought he was dying and I literally ran over Lily to get here,” James argued light-heartedly.

Dorcas flipped her braids over her shoulder. “What can I say, Potter? You’re here now, so go snog him senseless.” She grinned and walked away, leaving James dumbfounded.

James blinked hard a couple times and then it all set in with a jolt.

Regulus Black fancied him.

Regulus fancied him.

Regulus fancied him.

Regulus fancied him.

But, he was his patient. The hospital had extremely strict rules about intermingling with patients. Oh fuckkkk. 

This was going to be such a complex mess.

Oh, but it’d be so fun.

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June 30: fix | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 629

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

Regulus couldn't believe himself. He was so embarrassed he could... he could... he could- he was so embarrassed he didn't even know what he could do. He groaned and dropped his head on top of his knees, which were still folded into his chest. Regulus could not believe Dorcas would betray him like that and tell James, of all people, at he fancies him. He groaned again in frustration.

"Love, you okay?"

Regulus jolted and snapped his head up, cheeks flushing madly at the sound of James' voice. And there he was, standing at the foot of Regulus' bed, biting his lips nervously. Regulus latched his gaze to James' lips. He really shouldn't find that as attractive as he did. Regulus nodded slowly, feeling the redness in his face calm down. 

"So," James began.

"No," Regulus interrupted, refusing to talk about what just happened.

"Love, I was gonna say that I need to check what your heart rate is," James smiled and Regulus was chagrined all over again. Regulus scowled as James came up to him and whipped out a stethoscope from thin air, seemingly. 

James instructed Regulus to sit on the side of the bed, and, of course, Regulus did what James told him to. James leaned in close to Regulus, put the stethoscope on, and began listening to his heart. If you asked Regulus though, James was definitely closer than a doctor would need to be to check a heart rate. Regulus wasn't complaining though. 

James moved his hands, and the stethoscope, obviously, lower on Regulus' torso. James was staring up at Regulus with half-lidded eyes and Regulus could feel lightning coursing through his whole body at this point. 

"Stand up for me, love," James murmured. Regulus stood up obediently. "Turn around." He felt a smirk growing on his face before James grumbled, "Oh shut up, I can feel you smiling, and you know that's not what I meant." 

Regulus laughed as James listened to his heart beat from his back for some reason. Regulus didn't understand anything related to anything medical. When Sirius was still in medical school, all Regulus would hear about is the one million and one ways Sirius could fix him if he ever got hurt or sick. Regulus retained none of the information but was endeared that Sirius had promised to fix him up whenever he got hurt. Obviously, Sirius had not and did not fix him anytime he was hurt, but the sentiment was enough for Regulus. 

"Love, turn around again, please," James asked softly. And Regulus did. James gave him a lovely, lopsided grin. "Well," he started, "the good news is your heart is okay and really healthy and so are your lungs, though a little raspy." James reached out and tucked a loose curl behind Regulus' ear.

Regulus scrunched his eyebrows together and he searched James' face with confusion. "What's the bad news, then?"

"The bad news is according to this hospital I'm not allowed to snog you senseless," James murmured, his gaze traveling down Regulus' face to rest on the smile that Regulus now had on his lips. James leaned in until Regulus could feel his hot breath on his face. Regulus' smile turned into a smirk as he glared into James' eyes. "That's too bad," James added pulling away from Regulus. 

Regulus blinked.  Why was James pulling away? Regulus furrowed his eyebrows again. 

James slid a pager into Regulus’ hand. He clutched his hand and brought it up to his lips softly. He cleared his throat, dropped Regulus’ hand, and strode to the door. 

“I’ll see you later, love, page me if you need,” James flicked his gaze up and down, “anything.” He finished and strode out of the room, closing the door swiftly, leaving Regulus stunned.

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July 1: astrology | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 880

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

As soon as James had left, Regulus had wanted him there again, but he was sure James had tons of real work to do. In all fairness though, Regulus did need to talk to James about his surgery. Regulus had decided by now that he did want the surgery, and not just as an excuse to spend more time around James. Frankly, his knee was constantly in a low, throbbing pain even though Dorcas had given him some painkillers. It had been getting annoying. Plus, Regulus figured it couldn't hurt anyway since his brother was a doctor and therefore, Regulus had good medical insurance, so money wouldn't be an issue here.

Regulus' train of thought was interrupted by Dorcas coming into his room with a light knock. "Hey, babes," she cooed, plopping herself down next to Regulus on his bed, "I've got today's astrology horoscope, thought I might share." He scooted over to make more room for her and she curled into his side, taking out a magazine. 

Dorcas flipped it open and began rambling to Regulus about all the ways she was supposedly going to be lucky that day, according to her star sign.  Then, she opened the magazine to a new page and started telling Regulus about the ways he'd be lucky that day. 

"Wait, but how'd you know my birthday?" He asked her, interrupting her warnings to him about things he was supposed to avoid that day.

Dorcas laughed. "I may or may not have looked at your chart," she remarked with a smirk.

"Well, I sure hope you looked at my chart, you're the nurse on my case," Regulus retorted with a chuckle. 

"Oh, and Regulus, look," Dorcas added, tapping her finger on the page, "it says here that you'll be lucky in love, today." She smirked at him again. "Or, perhaps, have you already gotten lucky in love today?"

"Dorcas, I've not even known you for a day," he snorted.

"Hardly means I can't be interested in what you've got going on with one of the hottest guys in the hospital." 

"I thought you said you liked girls though?"

"My love, some things are just universally agreed upon, and James Potter is one of those."

Regulus couldn't argue with that so, he remained mostly silent and gave her a vague mumble to show he agreed. 

"So? Tell me what happened after I left!" Dorcas demanded, punching him playfully in the arm.

"Well, he came in, saying all this BS that he needed to check my heart beat," Regulus started, "then, he took out his little heart-listening-tool thing and stood a million times closer than normal. But, like, no complaints from me. Then, he was all like 'good news is you're fine, bad news is I can't snog you'. By that point he was less than an inch away, but then the git had the gall to just cut it quits there and leave. So, that's what he did!" Regulus finished his story with an exasperated flourish of his hands, dropping them in his lap after. 

Dorcas opened her mouth, clearly about to ramble again, when Regulus' phone began vibrating from where it sat on the bedside table. He picked it up, groaned inwardly when he saw the name on the screen, and answered. 

"Barty, mate, what is it?"

"What, I'm not allowed to check in on my best friend while he's in the hospital? When Evan had to go to the hospital for his broken ankle, I called him every couple hours. And he never complained, not once!"

"Barty, Evan's your boyfriend, of course he didn't complain!"

"Just because we're not lovers anymore doesn't mean you have to stop showing me the LOVE, Reg. Where's all that LOVE you showed me when we were together? The love we had when we were still f-"

"Barty."

"Right, right. Anyways- Evan, me, and Pandora are thinking of coming round the hospital to be with you before and after the big surgery." 

Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Well, if Evan and Panda don't decide to show up, I know I'M coming, because I'M an amazing best friend. Well, apparently not, according to the lack of love you're showing currently."

Regulus rolled his eyes again.

"HEY. I can feel you rolling your eyes. Because only a best friend would be able to tell and I just so happen to be-"

"Okay, yes, Barty, I love you, the love is here, this is me showing you the love," Regulus stated flatly. "Is that all? I was a bit in the middle of something."

"Oh, in the middle of something? Who have you charmed into thinking you're normal again? They better not be trying for the best friend slot, Reg. I don't know if I've made it clear, mate, but as your best friend, I kind of care about you and wouldn't like to see some other idiot kick you around. Call me a crazy, possessive ex, but hey, that's exactly what-"

"Barty, mate, love and care aside, please shut up."

"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll leave. I can take a hint. I can tell when someone doesn't love me anymore-"

Regulus hung up on Barty and sighed, putting his phone back on the bedside table. "Sorry, Dorcas," he mumbled. 

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July 2: doctor | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 1,036

*surgeon x patient au*

Previous part, part one

James smiled to himself softly, replaying the day's events in his mind like a movie. He was convinced that this was definitely the best day of his life. James has, of course, had many great days, such as his 21st birthday, and the day he graduated med school. He might be overexcited about this all, but he was sure that this day ranked on the list for best days ever. Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.

"Potter."

James' head snapped up at McGonagalls' sharp voice. "Yes, Minnie?"

"Are you done daydreaming or will be getting your work done today?" She raised an eyebrow skeptically. 

If he was honest, James had forgotten where he had been. He took snuck a glance of his surroundings and saw he was sitting at a computer with an article on knee bones and joints opened. "Minnie," he scoffed jokingly, "of course I'm getting my work done." He raised his hands innocently. "Just doing a little research, that's all. Plus, I've finished my charts already," James grinned at her.

"Alright, Potter but to let you know, your darn pager's been going off for a while now, it might be important," McGonagall told him curtly, leaving the little room afterward. 

Sighing, James lazily picked up his pager then jumped to his feet when he saw the room.

Regulus. 

James' breathed out in relief that it wasn't a 911 page, nevertheless, he still had a snippet of worry tugging at the back of his mind. However, despite his worries, James was ecstatic. Regulus wanted to see him. Regulus wanted to see him. James smirked. His plan had worked. 

After Dorcas told him that Regulus liked him, James decided to play the card he knew always worked: playing hard to get. And, oh, was it working. 

James was so pleased with himself that he made the grand decision to beatbox as he sauntered to Regulus' room. He bobbed his head to the tune he was making up as he entered the lift. He turned, back to the still open doors, and scanned the papers on the tiny bulletin board in there. 

"James!"

James whipped around at the sound of his name to see Sirius standing behind him, hands on his hips. The doors to lift were closed and Sirius had already punched in the floor number he was traveling to. 

"Christ, Sirius, you scared me!" James blurted out with a chuckle.

"Well, I wanted to have a word with you, actually," Sirius said, smiling, though his eyes told a different story. He took a step towards James. "Dorcas told me." Sirius' eyes flashed dangerously.

James heart seemed to do some sort of backflip inside his chest. "Uh, t-told you, um, what, exactly?" James choked out, scratching his head nonchalantly and suddenly becoming very interested in the bulletin board again. 

Sirius sidestepped and stood in front of James face. James had to look down at him because he was a few inches shorter than he was. If he was honest, Sirius looked hilarious like that, glaring up at James through his curly black bangs with the rest of his long hair tied up in a knot on his head. 

"She told me you've been making lovey-eyes at my little brother!"

"I-"

Sirius fully just put his hand on James' face to stop him from talking. "Mate," he started, "I know that us Black brothers are very, very pretty, but when you're operating on my brother, please try not to focus on our dashing family genes and focus on the surgery at hand and do your job as a doctor." Sirius grinned. "I'd tell you you're picking wrong brother, and I'd tell you that out of the two of us, I'm the one with the magically delicious looks, but, frankly, I'm quite taken with your friend, Remus," Sirius waggled his eyebrows. 

"You're not mad?" James ventured as soon as the shorter man slid his hand off of his face. 

"As long as you don't hurt him in any way, shape, or form."

"Are you, like, giving me permission to snog your brother?"

"Hey!" Sirius gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "You are talking about my brother! I do notwant to hear whatever nasty plans you have for him!" Sirius placed his other hand on James' chest and gave him a tiny shove. 

James laughed and copied the eyebrow waggle Sirius did. 

"And the eyebrow thing is mine!" Sirius moved his hands to press his palms on James' eyebrows and pushed his head back playfully, laughing while he did so. 

For the rest of the ride, Sirius and James continued to play around and joke with each other. When the lift doors opened, they stepped out in sync and glanced at each other, before bursting out laughing again. 

Sirius made his face solemn. "James, this lift ride has been nothing but utterly life-changing, and, now, I'm afraid I've no choice but to bestow upon you the greatest title of my best friend." He gripped his shoulders. 

James settled his face and responded with equal seriousness, "And I guess I've no choice but to accept." He shrugged with a frown, then couldn't hold his grin for a second longer. 

"Well, best friend, I have got to rush my arse down to the operating room, so, how about we arrange for some drinks later after you get my number from Remus?" 

After that last remark, Sirius took off in a skip to a different hallway. James made a mental note to himself to later ask Remus for apparently his new best friend's phone number. James liked Sirius. He was funny. James liked that. Actually, scratch that. Sirius was hilarious. Even though Sirius seemed to have a habit for invading other's personal space, James really didn't mind. He found it somewhat endearing. 

James slowed to a stop in front of Regulus' door when he reached it, deciding to click his heels on the ground for a dramatic flair. James could be a diva when he wanted to be as well. Before entering, he slapped on his most dazzling, practiced smile that always got onlookers swooning and he ran a hand through his hair quickly. 

His plan: continue playing hard to get.

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july 3: boggart | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 654

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

When James had stepped into Regulus' room he hadn't been ready at all. Regulus had been avidly texting Evan and wasn't prepared at all for James of all people to just saunter in his room. He hadn't even knocked. As a result, Regulus jumped with a start, clutching his chest. He relaxed, but only slightly, when he saw it was James who had interrupted his gossip session with Evan. Regulus hastily turned his phone off, mentally willing Evan not to blow up his notifications while he was busy talking to James. Evan had a habit for freaking out if Regulus didn't respond within 10 seconds. Quite similar to how Barty would freak out if Regulus didn't show him enough love.

A package deal from the beginning, Evan and Barty were Regulus' best friends, annoying as they may be in their own, unique ways each. Evan and Barty had been dating for a solid 3 years, although those 3 years had more than a few break ups and get-back-togethers. Regulus was pretty sure though that despite their overdramatic tendencies, Evan and Barty really did love each other. Pandora and Regulus even had a bet going for who would propose first. 

Regulus raised an eyebrow at James. "Obviously no one's ever taught you to knock?" He rolled his eyes, fighting the tiny smile that was threatening to dawn on his lips. "You scared me like a boggart, James."

James didn't respond to Regulus' quips, he simply went to stand at the foot of his bed, wearing another one of his stupid, dazzling grins. He fluttered his eyelashes just slightly, and Regulus hated that his heart did a flutter at the same time. "You paged?" James asked, voice coated in honey. 

Regulus stiffened just slightly, making a desperate, last-ditch attempt to fix his into something neutral. "Y-Yes." Regulus internally screamed at himself for his stutter. "I've decided I want the surgery."

"That's all you paged me for? Just to tell me that?"

"Yes." Regulus swallowed. For some reason, he wanted nothing more than to drag James closer. But he also wished for James to just leave. Regulus was annoyed with himself and was afraid he might take that out on James. "You can leave now."

James laughed and Regulus could've choked on the sound. "Actually, I have to stay and give you information about getting the surgery," he replied, coming around to sit next to Regulus on his bed. Regulus moved over instinctively without even thinking about what he was doing. He felt his face flush when James' leg brushed against his own. 

"Well, get on with it then," Regulus answered stiffly. 

"The surgery is called Open Reduction and Internal Fixation. In the surgery I'll be setting the bone fractures with some screws. We'll be doing this as soon as possible to try to prevent any further injuries," James told him. 

Regulus nodded. He wasn't really listening due to the... distraction right in front of him.

"After the surgery though, it could take anyway from 3 months to a year for you to recover," James continued, "your knee is gonna hurt, be swollen, and stiff. You might need a brace for it, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there, love. You'll be needing some physical therapy and you won't be able to drive for about 6 weeks."

Regulus absentmindedly nodded again. He hadn't caught a single word.

"Oh, and you'll also be needing a pair of crutches," James added. He poked the tip of Regulus' nose, drawing him back to the present and out of yet another fantasy, where he may or may not have a starring role. "You still with me, Reg?"

Regulus blinked. "Um, yes." Blinked again. "Don't call me that."

"Okay, Reggie," James smiled again when the other boy scowled. "Now, I've got to tell you about the possible complications."

Regulus nodded. It might not hurt to try to focus this time.

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july 4: wings | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 728

*surgeon x patient au*

previous part, part one

Regulus stirred slightly in his sleep. Yesterday had been an emotionally taxing day. What with him discovering he fancied his own doctor and then said doctor flirting right back at him. So, of course Regulus was a bit tired. After James had finished giving Regulus a rundown of everything to expect from getting surgery, he stuck around for another hour, claiming that if anyone needed him, they could just page him. After spending more time with James, Regulus realized that underneath James' outer layer of charisma, was a dumb, funny, sweet, and overall annoying man. Regulus couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Regulus stirred again in his sleep. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he yelped when he saw a face staring down at him.

“Barty!” Regulus cried, jumping back as his friend grinned in his face. “I thought I told you to stop waking me up like that!”

“Hello, past lover,” Barty crooned, clutching Regulus’ face tightly and smacking a dramatic smooch on his forehead.

Regulus groaned, a small smile on his lips. He glanced to the side and made eye contact with Evan. “Mate, how many times have I told you to put a leash on him?” he asked as Evan peeled Barty off Regulus and deposited him in a chair on the side.

Barty smirked evilly up at Evan. “He has.” He bit his lip, eyes dark.

Evan snorted, smirking back down at Barty.

“Christ, Barty, you’re in public,” Pandora chimed in from where she was standing on the opposite side of Regulus’ bed. “Hey, Reg,” she purred, giving him a quick hug.

“How has my favorite past lover been feeling?” Barty sat his head on his fist. 

Regulus rolled his eyes.

Barty shot up from his chair at the sound of his friend’s silence. “You’re not all of a sudden dying now, are you?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

“Oh, Reggie, tell me you haven’t sprouted angel wings and plan on flying to heaven!” Barty wailed, jumping into Regulus’ lap.

“Barty.” 

The other man looked up from where he had been hugging Regulus’ waist and smiled at him mischievously. Regulus couldn’t help but grin back and respond with a deadpanned, “Oh, yes, actually, I’ve already died and I am a ghost.”

“Reg, but seriously, how are you?” Pandora asked quietly.

“The painkillers they gave me have got the pain down to almost nothing,” he shrugged. He didn’t feel anything, just a twinge every now and then. The power of the medicine honestly impressed him more than anything. He squeezed Pandora’s hand reassuringly to let her know he really was okay.

Barty snapped his fingers in his face to get his attention. “Dollface, you think you might be able to slide me some of whatever they’ve got you on?” Barty quirked an eyebrow up then scowled when Evan hit him on the shoulder.

“No,” Evan reprimanded. “You’ve just gone clean 2 weeks ago.” His eyebrows were furrowed together. “Please, love, you’re doing so good this time,” Evan pleaded, face gone softer.

Barty’s face also softened. “I know,” he murmured, “was just trying to poke a little fun at our boy all hopped up on the hospital’s meds.” Barty pouted innocently at his boyfriend. “I didn’t mean it, Ev.”

Evan nodded stiffly, gripped Barty’s shoulder affectionately, then turned to dig in the bag he had thrown over his own shoulder. “Regulus, I’ve brought you that book we were texting about yesterday,” he said handing him a book with a smooth black cover.

Barty, still sitting in Regulus’ lap, snatched the book first and flipped to the cover page inside. “Ooh, If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio,” he read aloud. He gingerly set the book on Regulus’ nightstand. He moved his hands to Regulus’ cheeks and patted them while saying, “I admire you, babycakes, I wouldn’t have the patience to put up with a single—“

He got cut off by James Potter entering the room. All heads turned in sync to look at James questioningly. Meanwhile, James blushed a deep shade of red, some form alarm and chagrin flashing in his eyes. Regulus couldn’t possibly figure out what reason James would have to be chagrined in this moment though.

“Woah, who’s the Adonis that just walked through the door?” Barty exclaimed from where he was still in Regulus’ lap and clutching at Regulus’ face.

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