#im here to deliver marauders fluff like it’s my job

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Prom Shopping: Jegulus, Wolfstar, Rosekiller

From the fic: Where the two creeks meet

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“It’s horrid,” Sirius says as he steps out from behind a velvet curtain.

Regulus has to actively hold back the chuckle trying to escape at the too short, too tight, too powder blue dress robes Sirius has tried to squeeze himself into.

“I think it’s perfect,” Barty says, stepping out in all white and ruffles. He does a little spin, to which Evan nods approvingly despite the entire outfit landing somewhere between outlandish and abrasive to the eyes.

“Remus!” Sirius shouts.

A disgruntled moan is the only response from the divided curtain next to Sirius. “Come on, let’s see it then!” Sirius continues to shout, tapping his foot impatiently.

Remus steps out in a bright yellow number, flared trousers, but a fitted cut that does nice things to his chest and his thighs. Sirius stares at his boyfriend, slowly scanning him from head to toe and back up again.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius says, a small whistle following. “Of course you look dashing on your first go.”

“You look -” Remus tries, but Sirius pins him with a look that screams not to finish the thought.

Remus throws his hands up, returning swiftly to his dressing area. Sirius wastes no time, pulling the curtain back. “I’ll help you undress,” he says as he pulls the curtain closed.

“Of course he will,” James says, appearing from thin air at Regulus’ size. “Did you find anything?”

Regulus nods, gesturing to the bag in his hand. James moves for it, but Regulus is quick enough to snatch it away.

“Oh, is it a surprise?” James’ eyebrows bounce with enthusiasm at the thought.

Regulus smiles shyly, letting James believe his own wandering ideas. He’d rather James believe it’s a cheeky little game than the reality that he’s never liked the way he looks in dress robes. Too thin and rigid and stiff.

When it’s James’ turn to reluctantly come out from behind the curtain, his sleek black trousers and matching jacket with a shiny grey tie sitting perfectly on every curve, there’s a long beat of silence.

It’s Peter who breaks it first, a whispered curse falling from his mouth.

“Fit, mate!” Sirius hollers, clapping his hands. Clapping . Like James just achieved something above being unfairly stunning in dress robes.

Of all the people to choose to love, Regulus had to pick the beauty king. The one everyone wants to look at and gawk at. The magnet of all eyes, of all attention.

Regulus feels his neck twitch in a strange motion, suddenly and rough, like a chill moving through his spine.

Love?

The word rolls through his mind, then sits on the tip of his tongue. As fast as when Barty crashed his car through the fence of the farm, all of Regulus’ walls explode into tiny particles, and the realization that he’s in love with this sunny, blatantly fit specimen of a man flows into his thoughts. Aggressively. Unwantedly. Horribly.

He’d once overheard his professor talking of heart palpitations. How his heart couldn’t quite find its healthy beat. It makes such clear sense as his own heart stumbles and skips to an uneven rhythm that sounds eerily like the timbre of James Potter’s laugh.

“Earth to Regulus Black,” he hears through the fog of his realization.