Came to me in a dream?
translations on the bottom :3
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When Regulus woke up with the bed empty, he immediately shut down any feelings of disappointment. He got himself together and on the way out of the room, grabbed the book that he had started yesterday.
He made his way downstairs and was deeply startled by the small tightness he could feel in his heart by the sight he saw. The most adorable bedhead mess of an energetic person shuffling around the kitchen making breakfast.
“How do you take your eggs, Reg?”
In simple terms it was just a normal morning. For Regulus it was the weirdest display of domesticity. Something he hadn’t seen in his cold life at Grimmauld place, and hadn’t even been able to imagine. James Fucking Potter in shorts and a t-shirt with a towel strewn over his shoulder and something good smelling cooking in a pan.
“Did you hit your head on your way here, love?” James continued. He walked up closer and leaned in. His hands came up to lift the messy tufts of hair Regulus liked to call a fringe. He checked around Regulus’ head for any bumps or scratches, half-joking. Maybe in reality only slightly worried.
And the “love” and the homely scene made something inside Regulus yearn for more. Yearn for something he had not even imagined could ever be possible in his life.
James returned to his cooking.
He wanted James Potter in all sorts of mushy and cute ways, that made him want to strangle himself before taking another step into the kitchen, right behind James.
“Reggie!” James whined. “Come on you haven’t stopped talking completely have you? Answer something, anything! Otherwise your gonna eat one sunny side up.”
How was James so annoying, while being the object of his only desire.
And James, he was taking it all in. Basking in it. The blush coating Regulus’s pale cheeks, like a sunburn. But he knew better, Regulus would never get burned.
So he was enjoying himself and all the nicknames he got crammed into his few sentences. Little passes he got, while Regulus was deep in some internalized realizations.
“Sorry. Erm- I was just- that’s fine. I’ll take them sunny side up. Thank you.”
“Whatever you want, darling.”
Regulus’s gaze seemingly found everything else but James quite interesting in that following moment.
Regulus moved to sit at the Kitchen island, across from James who was just cracking eggs in the pan. James’s own breakfast, a toasted ham sandwich was sitting on a plate next to the stove. James moved with an ease to every one of his movements. Regulus stood up and started walking around the island to the side where James and all the kitchen storage space was.
“Hiya, what’re you doing Reg?” James asked when Regulus passed behind him and bent over to look through a cabinet.
Regulus found what he was looking for, a wooden cutting board and a knife.
“Whoa, okay!” James declared when Regulus didn’t first answer him. James decided to defend himself with the spatula he was cooking with.
“En garde!” James shouted playfully. Regulus just rolled his eyes.
“Your pronunciation is horrible. Stop. You’re permanently scarring my ears.” Regulus said while setting down the cutting board and settling next to James on the island. He reached over to the middle of the counter and pulled the fruit basket closer. Regulus started cutting up grapes and a watermelon.
“Oh, you don’t like my french? Well would you like to hear some more?”
“I’ll guess whatever I say I’m still gonna have to hear it?” Regulus replied.
“Voulez-vouz coucher avec moi, ce soir?” James continued on.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?” Regulus looked genuinely baffled.
“Of course I do, mon petit chérie.” James wouldn’t relent in his weird language boundary crossing flirting.
“Mêle-toi de tes oignons” Regulus replied curtly.
“Waiiittt- I don’t know what that means. Please- no s'il vous plaît mon bonbon.”
Regulus looked like he would soon be sick all over the countertops or maybe James’s blood would be all over the countertops. Bad idea to let him have a knife, James thought to himself.
“Tu me dégueulasse.” Regulus ended the conversation having been slid an egg on his plate. The same plate that he had just half filled with cut up fruits. Next to Regulus’s plate was James’s, filled with the abandoned ham sandwich and the other halves of all the fruit Regulus cut up.
The sight could make a man melt. And well maybe it kind of made James melt. He smiled looking at the plate, while Regulus slid over to the chair he was sitting in earlier, across the counter. Eating slowly, fancy with his fork and knife, even if it was just for fruits and an egg.
There they sat in their peaceful morning, until the other two groggy teenagers occupying the house woke up.
Later on in the day James and Sirius got the amazing idea of having them all play charades. Remus objected to the evil twin duo being a pair. Then James objected to the actual siblings being a pair, claiming “twin telepathy”, so Regulus ended up paired with James.
“We are going to LOSE Reggie if you don’t get your shit together and start guessing seriously.” James went on, too agitated to be playing a children’s game.
“You are such and idiot. If you don’t shut up, I will go get Sirius’s boots and shove them so far up your ass you’ll taste rubber for the next week. And when they find your body, the autopsy’s result will find skid marks inside your intestines.”
“Okay. I guess I will shut up.” James replied. Hardly did Regulus say so much in one sitting, and he sounded serious.
“Well, don’t actually do that. I need you to guess, you arse.”
“You’re being quite contradictory, Reggie” Sirius added his two cents.
“Don’t I know it.” Regulus sighed, seemingly referencing something else, which made Remus snort with laughter.
The game went on normally. Or as normally as this group could. And in the end Regulus even had some fun. Not too much. Maybe just a bit.
The Game had Regulus quite worn out after a lot of social interaction, so when James walked into his bedroom, he found Regulus already asleep.
The sight was a relief for sore eyes. Regulus looked visibly younger, and less angry in his sleep. Brow still furrowed, like he always had.
James climbed into the bed and after a little while Regulus inched closer in his sleep. Finally making his way slowly into the arms of James. His head resting on James’s chest. James on his back and Regulus on his stomach. Merging together in the night like they were meant to always do so.
But while the moon first climbed higher, James could not sleep. He felt so scared, mind running overtime, of breaking the something they had built in a few days. The something that had been revived after weeks of cardiac arrest. So he kept still, and the moon began to fall down from the sky.
And in the morning he woke up. Regulus still wrapped around him, and a headache wrapped around his skull. But the few hours he had managed to sleep felt worth all the tiredness he felt in his body. And the sleeping boy, nuzzling dreamily closer under James’s chin, was forth every tiring experience he was ever going to feel. He could suffocate from the cuteness overload of a sleeping Regulus and the feeling of his short breaths tingling over bare skin. Hopefully he would never have to leave.
And then he tried to go back to sleep.
translations ( I SOOOO DO NOT SPEAK FRENCH):
Voulez-vouz coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Would you like to sleep with me tonight?
mon petit chérie
my little love?/darling?
Mêle-toi de tes oignons
mind your own business
s'il vous plaît mon bonbon
please my sweety/candy kinda i think?
Tu me dégueulasse
you disgust me
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