november 18, soup, 176 words
unofficial jegulus microfics with @onehundredflamingos
When Sirius had texted him last night saying, Sorry I can’t make it tomorrow, I’ve met the love of my life and don’t plan on leaving his bed for the foreseeable future, he had reassured Regulus that he’d get one of his friends to cover for him.
He’s met a few of Sirius’ friends before; he got along with Pete really well, Marlene was a lot of fun, he’s only met Lily a few times but she seemed nice. But this friend? Oh, Regulus has never met this friend before. Because waiting for him outside the soup kitchen is his literal dream man, and for a moment he wonders whether Sirius hasn’t introduced them before now for this exact reason.
“You must be Reggie, I’m James,” the man says with a grin and Regulus is gone.
The next morning, as James kisses up his spine, Regulus shoots off a text to Sirius, Sorry I can’t make lunch today, I’ve met the love of my life and don’t plan on leaving his bed for the foreseeable future.
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