Jegulily! An auspicious start to the prompting, thank you! ❤
“Reg? Who the hell let you in?”
Reg looks up from his phone to see Sirius glaring at him, arms folded across his chest. Reg shrugs, attempting to look impassive as he leans ever so casually against the garage wall.
“I was just… in the area.”
Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You were in the area of Peter’s mom’s garage? Sounds fake, but even so, why the hell are you crashing our practice?”
“Figured I’d swing by and hear what you guys have been working on.” Reg chews on his lower lip, nervously avoiding Sirius’ gaze.
Sirius barks out a laugh. “Bullshit. You hate my band. You tell me so all the time.”
Reg rolls his eyes. “I don’t hate your band’s music, I hate your band’s name. Wide-Eyed Devil? Seriously?”
“Like you’d have any better ideas!” Sirius snaps. “You sound like those dumbasses on Twitter. Squinting Demon, Winking Fiend, Cross-Eyed Lucifer-”
“Peeping Beelzebub! That’s the best one so far, Pads.”
The brothers look over to see James heading towards them, waving enthusiastically. “Reg! What brings you ‘round these parts?” He ruffles his hair, grinning widely before calling back over his shoulder, “Lily? LILS! REG IS HERE!”
Lily sighs from the other side of the garage as she helps Remus set up his drum set. “Yes, love, I can see that.” She turns to Reg, flashing him a smile and a wink. “How’s it going?”
Reg feels his cheeks flush slightly. “Um… it’s going well, I guess.”
“What are you guys talking about, anyway? Our Twitter bud?” James hasn’t taken his eyes off of Reg’ face, which isn’t doing anything to help with the pinkness dusting Reg’s cheeks.
Sirius snorts derisively. “They aren’t our bud, they’re making fun of us!”
“They are not!” James protests. “They always retweet our promo stuff, and they’ve got loads of our fans following them! Just because you don’t understand good humour-”
“I understand humour, but you don’t understand when people are laughing at you, not with you, which is all the time, because you’re a loser-”
“Well, we’ll find out soon, won’t we?” James seems cheerfully unfussed by Sirius’ complaints.
Sirius sighs heavily. “I suppose we will.” He turns back to Reg, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “Beat it, brat. James and Lily have a date stopping by soon.”
“I’m not… er, a date?” Reg’s eyes widen as his gaze shifts back and forth between James and Lily, who are both blushing a bit themselves. Lily turns her back towards them as she fusses with Remus’ cymbals, and James looks down to study the floor with great interest.
Sirius doesn’t seem to notice as he blathers on irritably. “Yeah, they invited the loser who mocks us on Twitter to stop by practice today, and they haven’t shut up about how funny and clever and sweet this person is, and how they should invite them out for coffee, and how awesome it would be if they were poly, and they have the worst Twitter handle, AlphaLeonis, like who’s a big enough loser to name themself after a star besides our shitty family, and- no. No. NO. Oh, hell no.”
Sirius looks at Reg in horror. Reg’s face feels hot as he stares intently down at his feet. When he feels brave enough to lift his head once more, he finds that Lily has made her way over to stand next to James, and they’re both staring at him with small, hopeful smiles on their faces.
Nothing can stop the grin that spreads across Reg’s own face, not even Sirius’ frantic hollering at Remus to take him to the ER for the aneurysm he’s about to have.
OH MY GOD YES THIS IS PURE PERFECT JEGULILY
Fuck JKR 