veryinnovative

[veryinnovative]

@jegulus-microfic | april 30, prompt: sky | word count: 1.927 featuring older ceo regulus black and younger secretary james potter part 2 | part 1 AKA word on the street is i Excel in the sheets

“Erh…” he tries after a stretch of silence. “So, how was your day?”

Regulus pins him frozen to place with a look, a sign spelling ‘stupid’ nailed right into his forehead. “You know how my day was. You manage my schedule.”

Damn, tough crowd. “Okay,” James drawls, a little unsure. “But, like, how did it go?”

The place functions as any other hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves just a handful of people throughout the day, most of whom are loyal customers returning every so often for a comfort meal when homesickness becomes a little too much to bear. Even now, there are only a couple of people scattered about, none of which pay any mind to either Regulus or James.

“So, first impressions?” James asks when he takes a seat across from him.

“It’s satisfactory.”

“Satisfactory.” James blinks.

Regulus is quiet. He looks terribly out of place wearing a luxury suit exported from one of the globe’s corners and James can’t help but feel a little guilty. He’s seen Regulus carve into lobster with only a fork and knife but still can’t help but worry about future dry cleaning prices for which he may or may not be responsible.

“Erh…” he tries after a stretch of silence. “So, how was your day?”

Regulus pins him frozen to place with a look, a sign spelling ‘stupid’ nailed right into his forehead. “You know how my day was. You manage my schedule.”

Damn, tough crowd. “Okay,” James drawls, a little unsure. “But, like, how did it go?”

Regulus, perhaps finally acknowledging his poor attempts at small talk to ease the awkwardness, studies him intently for a long, close moment before acquiescing. “Enervating.” Right, because Regulus is the type to unironically use words like enervating. 

“The business deal?” James asks and Regulus nods. “Dude from Jakarta, right?”

“The CEO from the biggest real estate company in Jakarta,” Regulus corrects him. 

Tomato, tomato. “Does this mean you get to leave work at a reasonable hour starting tomorrow?”

“I’ve never had reasonable working hours.”

“Of course, I forgot the very important detail you’re a raging workaholic.”

Regulus’ mouth sets into a firm line as his brows knit together into a censorious frown—his entire face contorting into something that’s one odd remark away from turning downright petulant. “I am not—” He stops. Breathes in. Probably recognizes James is very carefully pulling his tail and for some reason becomes decidedly collegial. “Allow me to rephrase myself. I am meticulous. I prefer finishing tasks before going home and don’t mind when it results in me staying at work a little longer. It’s inevitable as a CEO when timezones don’t work in my favor.” 

Absolute bullshit. “Just last week you kept leaving the office after the cleaning shift already came by to sweep the place clean. I know because they told me.”

“I can’t see how any of this poses as a bother to you.” And there it is, the good ole Regulus Black-esque deflection. 

“I’m just worried. That is all.”

Regulus’ nose twitches and he looks away, a clear indication that he no longer wants to be a willing participant in the conversation. When Regulus becomes like this, James has learned to leave it be.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the food to arrive. James can stop pretending to take in the beautiful sight of the night sky, cracked asphalt, and the flickering colors of traffic signs when the plate is placed on the center of the table, carrying an assortment of different meat cuts and a modest side salad that will probably be Regulus’ for the taking.

Using the table etiquette of a properly groomed aristocrat, Regulus carefully selects some vegetables to put on his plate and a modest serving of rice. He skillfully carves out some pieces around the skewer.

“Seriously,” James deadpans. “Go on, Your Royal Highness, you can use your hands for this.”

Regulus almost bridles at the mere suggestion.

“Seriously, there’s no shame in it. Here, let me do it for you”

Regulus watches as James grabs one of the skewers and uses his fork to tear chunks off, dropping a generous portion of roasted vegetables and meat on Regulus’ plate. “You want some of this flatbread?”

Regulus shakes his head and James shrugs. He swiftly mouths off a dollop of sauce on his thumb, which earns him one of Regulus’ notorious James-exclusive grimaces.

Right, table manners.

They get to eating and James is once again reminded of how much of a slow eater Regulus is. It’s like he counts his chews, jaw working diligently with the faint scrapes of his cutlery against the plate. That and he works even as he eats, almost on auto-pilot with how he takes out his phone to open Outlook.

“Using your phone at the table is rude manners,” James teases.

“I got an e-mail.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Nothing workaholic about that, no.”

“It’s an important e-mail.”

“You know I read something about how it’s also important to spend time with your employees.”  He waves around a piece of the flatbread as if to emphasize the point. “Get to know them better and all.”

“I know plenty about you,” Regulus answers as he types away.

“That so?”

Regulus looks at him, entirely indifferent as the phone is placed face-down on the table. “James Potter. Twenty-three years old. Finished your master’s degree at Oxford, with flying colors might I add. You took a gap year to travel, working all sorts of jobs to pay for your accommodation. Currently, you live near Camden and spend most of your spare time enjoying hobbies or going to the pub with your friends. You have a Joe and the Juice stamp card.”

James tries not to physically reel back. “That…” He starts, absolutely nonplussed. Someone come pick his fucking jaw off the table, it’s dropped off its hinges. “You know what Joe and the Juice is?” Impossible, all things considered. Regulus is in a tax bracket where chain restaurants might seem like fanciful inventions, the kind of places mentioned only in tales where fine dining is unheard of. There's a brief curiosity about whether this is the equivalent of discovering that Toy Story's Pizza Planet is a real place that actually serves food.

“I've come to understand that it's a venue offering juice among a broad array of meals and beverages, yes.”

Still, that’s doesn’t explain… “How do you even know all of that? I hardly even know anything about you other than that you recently turned thirty and were homeschooled for this position.” And that he’s quite fond of the occasional handful of candied macadamias when feeling particularly indulgent. James keeps a packet of it in his bag.

Regulus’ throat bobs. “I do thorough research on the people I employ”

That’s not more than thorough research at this point, far beyond the usual background checks done on new personnel. “Uh-uh. Or you stalk my Instagram during your free time.”

Regulus promptly chokes on his food. His fork falls onto the plate with a loud clatter. James nearly knocks his knee against the table as he too scrambles for the pitcher to pour him water, almost knocking over his can of Sprite in the process.

“Easy, I was just kidding.” He has half the mind to stand up and start patting him on his back to dislodge whatever molecular-sized cucumber wedged itself in his airpipe. “I doubt Mr. Black Enterprises even uses Instagram.”

Regulus looks up startled. Definitely not from the lack of air.

Oh.

Ohohohoh.

“Oh my god.” James’ face splits into a distinguished, shit-eating grin. “You do.” 

“What?” It’s barely a wheeze with the way Regulus has been caught. His grip is deadly around the fork, something that should warn James to be wary.

“Instagram,” James repeats, trying his hardest not to gloat when Regulus shivers. “You use it? The Regulus Black uses Instagram? I thought you would be a member of some upper-echelon-exclusive platform instead of mingling with us.”

The worry swiftly dissipates, giving way to confusion, and then settles into something far more at ease. Although James enjoys those fleeting moments where he gets Regulus riled up, he much prefers seeing him relaxed. “Oh—I—Yes. Occasionally,” he stammers, swallowing and reaching for a napkin to dap at his mouth with. “Barty convinced me,” he hastily adds. “It’s a very private account. I’m hardly active on it.”

Sinking into his seat, James pats around for his own phone. “You should follow me.”

“Shu?”

“On Instagram. You should follow me. If you want, of course.”

The tips of Regulus’ ears turn a delicious pink as he returns his attention to his plate. “I’ll think about it.”

After some more idle talk and eating, they decide to head out before Barty ultimately decides it’s past working hours and he’s not dropping Regulus off at home—some palatial penthouse tucked away in one of London's secluded enclaves where the affluent reside, enjoying a life of extravagance as they remain shielded from the public gaze.

Nonetheless, the cherished designated driver will have to linger a bit longer, as both James and Regulus pull out their cards at the cash register. Being a very wise man, Hakeem registers the amount into the terminal and swiftly turns away, well aware that nothing good ever comes from getting involved.

James dismissively waves his hand. “You can put away your card, it’s on me.”

Of course, Regulus isn’t compliant in the slightest. “I made you feel obligated to stay longer than you intended, so it's only right that I pay.”

“I’m the one who invited you, come now.”

“And I’m the one responsible for making you miss out on dinner.”

“Nah. I told you, it was my fault. Seriously, I want to—”

He attempts to move closer, but Regulus also edges forward. Despite being shorter, Regulus exudes an air of authority that instinctively compels James to widen the gap between them and not bump into him. “And I insist.”

But luckily, James is taller and his arms are longer. “Gotta be quicker than that then.”

He extends his arm, shooting right past Regulus’ and taps his card against the terminal, smiling smugly when Regulus scowls up at him, not in the least impressed by his playing dirty. James’ lips part, a jab resting right on the tip of his tongue, something along the lines of ‘They don’t teach you this at fancy pants school?’ only for a chime to disrupt his train of thought.

Card declined.

“Low funds, Yakup,” Hakeem announces without looking over his shoulder like James isn’t sinking to his knees in embarrassment already. 

“You got paid four days ago,” Regulus murmurs at his side.

“Rent and utilities were due yesterday.” It nearly comes out in a whine.

“I doubt your rent takes up your whole salary.”

“I also had to pay off my credit card,” James grits out, fumbling through his wallet looking for some cash. In an alternative universe where they’re starred in some cartoon show, the poor faux leather division coughs up dust motes.

“Seriously? How much do you make?

“Might I remind you that you pay me.”

The way Regulus clutches onto his credit card, unlimited of course, one might think the poor thing is about to fold in half. James might as well, to be honest. “Move.”

“No.” His pride’s already been hurt. “Hakeem, can I pay in installments?”

“Only if you take young Khadija out on a date.”

James considers it for a moment, but Regulus the comment only makes Regulus seethe further, “Potter, if you don’t move I’ll give you a reason to worry.”

That’s enough to convince James. He steps away, all kicked puppy-like, and watches how Regulus’ payment gets processed far quicker. “Next time’s on me.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, even as the apples of his cheeks dust pink. “Come, I’m tired and want to go home.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders #marauders au #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #ino microfic tag! #arab jegulus <3 #i had to split this in two and i fear the first half shan't see the light of day for a while yet #for now it's just in a doc for mil's perusal.. #this is v low effort but it's why i love it #ceo reg save me #fic / word on the street is i excel in the sheets. #i forgot the title </3 #80% is asleep but matter not... it shall find u

[veryinnovative]

[ Nightwear ]

They're not very happy about being woken up so early

#marauders art #OHHHHH I LOVE THEMMMM #remus' bunny loafs dfkjghsdkgdsfg

[veryinnovative]

'i left a negative google review for this restaurant and now the owner wants to fight me this friday' [shows google calendar invite]

this tiktok is the most tarte tatin bcj shit ever

#fic / tarte tatin. #the time tt barty doxxed someone bc they left a one star review #'food will be served . knuckle sandwitches .' #i was sent this video by 5 different people telling me barty

[veryinnovative]

i love bartylus i love platonic bartylus i love romantic bartylus i love queerplatonic bartylus i just love bartylus

my blog thesis

#answered

[veryinnovative]

omg mechanic remus and son of a state alchemist james…. wolfstar childhood friends to lovers

MECHANIC REMUS WHO REPAIRS SIRIUS' ARM. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD DO U KNOW THAT ART OF VIRIA.....A LONG TIME AGO...ITS THEM

remus: for how long will you be breaking my precious arm

sirius: well its my arm so i can break it as much as i want

remus grabbing him by the cheeks: no.

i still think regulus should be some porcelain doll/puppet or whatever. hehe symbolism.

james nd flame alchemy.......he goes roy mustang vs envy levels of insane when reg is harmed DO WE SEE THE VISION

#answered #anonnie dont do this to me #i got enough aus as it is

[veryinnovative]

hi ino i’ve been sick this whole week so i started rewatching full metal alchemist brotherhood and dare i say…..black brothers… who’s parents abandoned them and their uncle raised him until he died and blah blah blah

DARE I SAYYY wolfstar nd jegulus. dareisay.. regulus' soul tied in this mechanic suit armor OR better yet a porcelain doll or whatever....... just for the angst that is james holding his hand and touching him, kissing him on the place his mouth is, and regulus, known for despising physical touch before the failed human transmutation, rattling, voice breaking as he musters out 'i can't feel you. i wish i could feel you, i want,'

#answered #anon what did you do #do you know how much i fucking cried during fmab do u have any idea

[veryinnovative]

Some bartylus!!

#bartylus art #the bite mark around reg's nip [convulses] #BARTYLUS SAVE ME

[veryinnovative]

WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!

#me and ceo reg au #literally 0 prose 0 metaphors 0 imagery just me and words

[veryinnovative]

the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail the tail

been thinking abt demon james a lot

#SCREAMING INTO MY HANDS #jegulus art #vi art

[veryinnovative]

vault dwellers black brothers but sirius left for the wasteland quite early on during this orchestrated raid or smth and for whatever reason regulus eventually breaches the surface searching for his brother and comes across raider barty who decides to use regulus as whatever decoy but the plan goes awry and eventually barty's wounded and reg's pretty much like 'im keeping you bc ur the only way i can navigate this hellscape' and barty's like. shit. might as well die having fun with a rod-in-the-ass motherfucker like you.

i need 2 refresh my fallout lore bc i was like 16 when i played the games last and im just watching the show rn but... (post)apocalypse au save me

#sirius who ended up becoming this very notorious merc #he should have a dog.....sirius shld always have a dog in each apoc au

[veryinnovative]

okay first of all- read the new chapter… holy shit. like genuinely broke my brain. i genuinely think you are the best fic writer ive come across.

also, it’s so hard as someone who really wants james and regulus to have a happy ending in this fic, while simultaneously being VERY mad at everyone who took part in the conspiracy. I remember when I read the reveal for the first time i had full body chills- the way you were able to create the genuine feeling of this betrayal was CRAZY!!!

You’ve crafted such nuanced and realistic characters that it’s so hard to guess what will happen next. i’m so excited to see!!

UE UEUE UE UE UE

THIS IS SO KINDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAA. i really wanted to bring forward that feeling, that gnawing 'god i want a happy ending but this situation is so shit and i don't want to forgive but god i cant give up on any of them' because it's very much what happens in real life, even if not to such an extreme extent where ur a Michelin star chef scarred by poisoning people and then find out ur brother pulled a truman show. theres just so much happening in the fic and all chars are flawed which makes it difficult to place ur finger 100% on a decision when taking everything into consideration.

and ehehehe i love writing betrayals and plottwists so hearing this made me very happy! thank u so much for taking the time to send me this :') i can sleep even happier

#answered #fic / tarte tatin.

[veryinnovative]

tz rb but also i see everyone's anons/asks and i appreciate them all <3 i don't want to clog up my dash but I'm tucking them all into my chest to endlessly cherish

ch 26 tt up <3

[veryinnovative]

jegulus https://x.com/zwagreeus/status/1783306576402489667?s=46

WHEN I GET TO WRITE HIGH SCHOOL TEACHERS JEGULUS THEN U WILL ALL SEE

#answered

[veryinnovative]

idk something about the way you write bellatrix in tt makes me think that she’s has a tooth gap and long curly hair w small ass bangs

help me

#answered #fic / tarte tatin.

[veryinnovative]

its so tiring recomending tarte tatin to people without spoiling them on the conspiracy and sirius subplot like people dont know how good and angsty this is

ahahaha ill take this as a compliment? and honestly, it's better not to tell. i feel like it will otherwise ruin the experience! one of the things i loved most when that specific chapter came out were the comments going 'I DID NOT EXPECT THAT'

also the ppl demanding sirius and then after chapter (censored) the switch to GET THIS MFER OFF THE SCREEN!!!!!!!!!!

#answered #fic / tarte tatin. #u know how at some point when watching the bear u go 'oh shit it really was that serious?' #i want ppl 2 feel the same reading tt #i tagged the conspiring thing but id much rather people find out while reading!

[veryinnovative]

“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”

— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking

#fic / tarte tatin.

[veryinnovative]

my account is unfollowing people left and right and i don't know why. like am i misclicking shit

#first lune. now mar #messymoony in the 'check out these blogs' tab #immediately rolled into his dms like HELLLO?