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“Is that my shirt?”
Regulus didn’t pause in buttoning up the silk dress shirt dyed a luxurious royal purple. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
James leaned against the doorframe and crossed one ankle over the other as he regarded his boyfriend with fond exasperation. “Reg, my mother bought me that for my seventeenth birthday.”
“Maybe so, but now it’s our shirt.”
“Since when?”
“Since—” Regulus turned around fully to face James, blinked twice, then pointed an accusing finger at the other man. “You’re a bloody hypocrite, James Potter! Those are my trousers! Uncle Alphard bought them for me when I graduated!”
James’ lips lifted into a shit-eating grin. He plucked at a bit of the soft blue fabric covering his thigh. “Oh, don’t you mean our trousers, darling?”
Regulus opened and closed his mouth without making a sound, then tossed his hands up into the air in defeat. “What am I going to do with you?”
James pushed off from the doorframe and crossed the short distance to where Regulus stood about midway into their enormous closet. Space expansion charms or not, Purebloods tended to build their houses on the larger side. After all, extra building materials meant extra wealth to splash around. He draped his arms around his beloved's waist then hunched over so he could lay his head on his shoulder. “Love me?”
The black haired man huffed in amusement. He turned his head just enough to kiss James’ cheek. “I already do that despite your many shenanigans, you absolute scoundrel.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
A long-suffering sigh escaped his lips as he reached for a matching dress robe. “No, I wouldn’t. Unfortunately for me, you happen to know that.”
Before the teasing couldn continue, Lily popped their head into the closet. “Are you two almost ready? You’re taking longer than my grams.”
James let Regulus go so the former Slytherin could finish dressing. “Honestly, Lils, we didn’t take that long.”
Lily stepped into full view, arms crossed over their chest. “Sure you didn’t. That’s why I finished getting ready before both of you and have been playing with Bastard and Peanut for the past ten minutes.”
Bastard and Peanut were two of three incredibly spoiled half-kneazles that somehow ended up working their way into James, Regulus, and Lily’s lives. That, however, mattered far less than the fact that Lily had, apparently, borrowed something from both he and Regulus.
“Lily, is that my bow tie and Reg’s hair ribbon I spy?”
Lily only flashed him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, James. These were all stored inside of one big box together. That means these are shared, doesn’t it?”
Behind him, he could hear Regulus not even bothering to hide his snickering.
Traitor.
“You two are impossible.”
“But you love us, right?”
Okay. He could truthfully admit that maybe, just maybe, he deserved that tiny bit of instant karma. Still. His partners clearly had it out for him. So nothing could stop his next words.
“Of course I love you, even when you clearly have it out for me.”
“Don’t be a drama king.“
“You wound me, Lils.“
“They didn’t wound shit.”
“Honey, you wouldn’t know a wound if it bit you the arse.”
“You’re both thieves.”
“Nope! It’s not stealing. It’s just sharing without the extra steps.”
“What they said.”
Love . They loved him, he reminded himself as they ganged up on him. Absolutely. That’s what got him into this entire mess in the first place. Love and apparently a distinct lack of self-preservation.
At least he had a good run.