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death - january 4th - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 191

"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.

Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"

"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.

And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.

"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.

Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"

"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.

Immediately, Regulus turns to him, defensiveness and fury changing to hesitant curiosity. "Tell me more."

Like you think you know more than me about something that I've literally researched for ages just to understand myself

remus: have you ever done cocaine?

james: no, but i made regulus laugh once.

does it weigh on you?

Sirius being absolutely obsessed with Remus and Remus worshipping every breath Sirius takes is my favorite Wolfstar dynamic.

slapping this badge on my blog

my scars fading<<<<

having more space to cut>>>>