Lemon Tarts
Regulus woke up feeling cold which was weird since he distinctly remembers going to sleep feeling warm.
He looks besides him to find Sirius gone which makes him feel stupidly indignant.
Regulus is a Slytherin through and through but when you sleep with the Sun at least once a week and then haven’t been able to for the past two months you’re bound to feel cold.
Silently grumbling Regulus gets out of bed and changes into some of Sirius’ clothes which he left for him on the plush chair in the corner of the room.
Lightly pressing the chair, Regulus is glad to find that it's soft instead of the hard as concrete chairs at Grimmauld Place.
It would make for a good reading place.
Regulus makes his way to the kitchen and is suddenly enamoured by a sweet smell.
On the kitchen island are rows upon rows of mini lemon tarts and with his back to the kitchen island stands James in a burgundy hoodie, and judging by his figure he seems to be piping the lemon filling in the tarts while slightly swaying his upper body.
Regulus finds his tongue stuck in his mouth as memories rush through his head.
“I refuse to believe you are capable of making food” teased Regulus but even he knew that no doubt James would make heavenly food, everything he does was heavenly.
“I swear, i make the best lemon tarts, i’m gonna give you them the first chance you get, they’re so good fresh”
And of course if anyone were to keep their promises it would be James because it is his first day fully awake and he’s making lemon tarts. Does he seriously have no idea how it affects Regulus? That even after Regulus left James’ heart in pieces he’s still going to keep his promises.
Footsteps shake Regulus out of his pondering and he sees Sirius enter the kitchen
“Morning Reg, Morning Jame- OH MY GOSH you made lemon tarts?? I fucking love you” says Sirius before picking one up and shoving it in his mouth.
“Oi! Fuck off they’re not done yet” says James slapping Sirius’ hand
“Don’t fucking slap my hand”
“Don’t fucking touch my tarts”
Without wasting a second Sirius picks up the container of milk from the countertop and splashes it on James.
Experience has taught Regulus that James hates milk on his clothes or touching him, which is why he should have been expecting what comes next, but he doesn’t.
Cursing Srius loudly James pulls his hoodie over his head and in one swift motion takes it off of himself.
Now the thing is that James’ body was meant to be admired and Regulus used to get the chance to do so but for the previous two months he has been deprived of such great beauty which is a true disaster and homophobia at its finest if you ask him but whatever.
So right now as Regulus’ eyes run all over James’ bare chest he is just admiring him, during his admiration process he notices a chain around James’ neck.
A chain which makes his breath hitch because even after they broke up James still kept a piece of him, maybe James doesn’t hate him after all.
A chain which’s matching part is under Regulus’(Sirius’) hoodie.
But it seems like Sirius surely does hate him even if James doesn’t because they also notice it and ask, “what’s that on ur neck?”
“A fire extinguisher” deadpans James and Regulus can't help the tiny laugh that escapes his lips, looks like he truly did rub off on James.
Regulus notices the small smile which slips on James’ face, the same one that always does.
“What's on the necklace?” asks Sirius squinting their eyes.
No, please don’t ask that. Regulus mentally begs Sirius, because there’s a snake on it and Regulus doesn’t want James to go through an interrogation right now.
“Do you really wanna know?” asks James, running a wet cloth over his chest, which makes Regulus want to do it himself.
It takes a second for James’ question to settle in his brain and for it to then start panicking.
Sirius nods.
Regulus takes in a deep breath as an extremely genuine expression befalls James’ face.
“It’s– it’s” James begins dropping his voice a bit, “your dick”
“I fucking hate you” says Sirius, swatting James’ chest – his bare chest – and Regulus wants tp whine because his hand too would like to come in contact with James’ chest.
James clicks his tongue twice as a slow smirk spreads across his face which makes him want to kiss it and he says, “no but you lo~ve me” making his voice sickly sweet when he says ‘love’.
Sirius is just about to say something when Mrs. Potter enters, “Morning boys” she greets sweetly, radiating warmth – at least he now knows where James gets it from – her eyes land on the tarts, “Oh James honey you made the tarts” she says, her voice showcasing her excitement clearly.
“Why does everyone love my tarts more than me?” James grumbles before pointing at them all “Don’t fucking touch them” he says before leaving but from the glint in his eyes and Mrs. Potter's eyes he knows they're going to more than touch them.
James leaving truly is a tragedy because Regulus was enjoying James’ abs.
Regulus goes over what James said before leaving and he truly hopes that James doesn’t believe it because he knows the issues James has with this kind of stuff. The first time he ever cried in front of Regulus was due to this very reason, that he was scared that no one would love or want him if he wasn’t always helping everyone and though Regulus knows that it has gotten better but this belief in James’ mind still remains which makes him want to go and hug James but he can’t.