Siri: ALMOST THEREREEEE CANT WAIT TO SEE UUU!!!! <333
Regulus can’t help the slight tug of his lips at his brother's message before he closes his phone and shoves it in his bag.
“Come on, Lulu!” He hears Evan call out.
The stage is ready.
. . . .
“They say I'm too young to love you,” he leans close to the microphone, singing in the same slow voice as he always does.
There are plenty of people in the audience, but he has to admit, that his attention is mostly on his brother and his friends, specifically, a certain James Potter, whom he has been seeing.
Oh James, his beloved. Regulus hadn't liked him at first, at all, but look at how everything interestingly turned out.
Regulus had been 14 when he first met James when the elder went up to him to give an update about Sirius right after his brother ran away in the dead of night. Before that, Regulus had only ever seethed in envy whenever Sirius brought up his best friend.
. . . .
He had been sitting below his favorite tree with his notebook in his lap, waiting for Evan and Barty to come back from the bathroom when a taller boy walked over to him.
“Hey, uhh, my name’s James, just to let you know, Sirius is doing okay, he’s at my house,” the boy said quickly, his face slightly flushed.
“Ok,” was all he had said to James, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else, the conflicted feelings he tried to suppress about Sirius leaving had emerged once again.
There was an awkward silence before James said, “You can stay with my family too you know, if-if you want.”
“No need, Potter.”
. . . .
“I say,” Regulus takes the microphone off the stand and smirks into it as he walks closer to the edge of the stage, how time has passed since that very day when he was 14, “I say~”
“Well, my boyfriend's in a band,” his gray eyes meet James’ dark brown, “He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry.”
He leans closer, just a bit out of his boyfriend's reach. He teases the idea of James suddenly yanking him down from the stage into his arms in front of millions.
“And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything,” intending on teasing James, Regulus quickly pulls away from the stage the moment when he sees a slight shift in the other’s dark eyes, “I'm a Brooklyn baby, I'm a Brooklyn baby~”
“Da-da-da-da-da-da,” he walks backward slowly with the confidence he’s built over the years before stopping right next to Dorcas on the electric guitar and leans against her shoulder, moving the microphone between them, letting them sing the rest of the post-chorus together, “Da-da-da-da-da-ya-da. Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da.”
Then he pulls away, moving over to where Barty sits behind the drums, “They say I’m too young to love you. They say I’m too dumb to see,” he sings as his fingers brush against the other’s shoulders, “They judge me like a picture book by the colors, like they forgot to read.”
His eyes find James once again and he smirks, singing the next line with his eyes never leaving his lover as he slowly walks away from Barty, “I think we're like fire and water, I think we're like the wind and sea. You're burning up, I'm cooling down. You're up, I'm down. You're blind, I see~.”
Regulus has heard of the phrase “opposites attract”, and he thinks it sums up his relationship with James perfectly. James is bright and loud while Regulus is quick and blends into the shadows. Anyone would feel comfortable with his boyfriend while everyone would be tense around someone as stoic as Regulus.
However, he thinks that’s the fun part of their relationship. Regulus doesn’t know why, but he feels an odd excitement of it all.
But even if he and James are complete opposites, Regulus knows that the one thing they have in common is their devotion and love for each other. They might show it in different ways, but that’s the fun part, isn’t it? Seeing the different lengths and ways they would express their love, it was exciting to Regulus.
“Well, my boyfriend's in a band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed, I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry.” he continues the lyrics as he hears his friends pick up the beat, “And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything, I'm a Brooklyn baby, I'm a Brooklyn baby.”
The Marauders, a famous band. Regulus smiles lazily into the microphone as he walks up to the edge of the stage once again and can’t help but think of the fact that anyone can fawn over his boyfriend, but in the end, Regulus is the one who has him, “I'm talking 'bout my generation. I'm talking 'bout my newer nation. And if you don't like it, you can beat it. Beat it, baby.”
He leans his body slightly back, eyes glazing over James’ mesmerized expression, and runs his fingers through his black curls knowing full well how James feels about that, “You never liked the way I said it. If you don't get it, then forget 'cause I don't have to fucking explain it.”
Taking a harsh and swift stomp back and dropping his arm dramatically, he continues his singing as the sound of Barty’s drums picks up the volume, “And my boyfriend's in a band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair. I get high on hydroponic weed.”
He takes slow steps back and spreads his upper arms, “And my jazz collection's rare. I get down to Beat poetry. I'm a Brooklyn baby. I'm a Brooklyn baby.”
He stops next to Pandora and the double bass that she chose for this concert, their eyes meet as they lean close, their contrasting voices of hot and cold mixing together, “Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da. Te-de-de, da-da-ah. Ooh, oh, woah-ah.”
As he finishes the post-chorus with Pandora, he moves the microphone to his right hand and uses his left to motion for Evan to walk closer so they can finish the chorus together.
“Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool. But he's not as cool as me. 'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby. I'm a Brooklyn baby,” as he and Evan sing together, their vocals a perfect mix of high and low, he catches the entranced gaze of James Potter and smirks. He always loves to mesmerize his boyfriend whenever he can. The way James would look at him as if Regulus was the most beautiful being to ever come into existence no matter what he was doing. Regulus had to admit, did wonders for his insecurity.
. . . .
“You’re beautiful,” James whispers against his skin with his eyes closed, “so pretty and just so-”
“Don’t get so sentimental now,” Regulus grins, “I am currently covered in flour and cocoa powder.”
“Still,” James grins as his hold on Regulus’ waist grows tighter, “You’re just so, perfect and pretty. Every bit of you. Every time I look at you I sometimes forget how to breathe.”
“Charming,” Regulus fondly scoffs before he pulls James in for a kiss.
“I mean it,” James says finally opening his eyes to look into Regulus’, “It’s like all the universe came together to bless me with you, my star, my heart, my everything. Everything pales in comparison with you, you know that? You’re just the symbol of everything I need and want.”
Regulus was thoroughly flushed, his pale skin now a bright pink and he buried his face into James’ neck, “You little-!”
“My everything, my heart, my star,” James laughs out loud, “my Regulus.”
. . . .
“You did so well, my love” Is the first thing James says when they meet up in the backstage dressing room once the concert is over.
The entire band is tired, the flashing lights, loud noises, and cheers, everything has exhausted them and Regulus was no exception.
James walks closer to him and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, “You were so beautiful out there, a dream,” he grins.
“Only to you,” Regulus replies with a false bite before he pulls away to sit down and wipe away his makeup.
“I doubt it,” James hums, walking closer to stand behind Regulus’ stool and setting his hands on his shoulders, tracing mindless patterns, “pretty sure the guy near us was drooling.”
“Oh?”
James leans down and kisses his cheek and neck.
“Don’t do that,” Regulu scolds lightly, “I’m rather quite sweaty and gross right now.”
“Still as beautiful and perfect as ever,” James mumbles as he presses another kiss onto Regulus’ cheek, “how can I resist?”
“You best stop what you’re doing before my brother crashes into this room and starts yelling.”
As if on cue, Sirius burst through the door screaming, “REGGIEEEEEEE!!!!”
“Ah,” Regulus hums, “right on time.”
James chuckles as he presses another kiss on Regulus’ cheek.