I'm loving your summer event! I'd like to request a poly!jegulus blurb with the prompt “come on, we can cuddle up and watch from afar while everyone else tries to drown one another in the shallows.” Please and thank you!
as much as i like jegulus, i don’t think i have their dynamic down as a writer, so this was a fun challenge! ty for the request
jolie's summer kickoff
a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 fresh off the grill ⋮ aka a short blurb
contains: poly!jegulus x reader, himbo!james, sirius being a little shit
You and Regulus slide your sunglasses down your noses in unison as James jogs up the sand to your beach chairs. His chiseled chest glistens with saltwater as he tosses his head, flipping his soaked curls back effortlessly.
“He’s showing off,” Regulus mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.
“Who cares?” you respond, eyes fixed shamelessly on the view, a satisfied smirk playing at your lips.
“Hey!” James says, breathless and beaming, water trickling from his body and splashing on your knees.
“What have you got for us this time, lover boy?” you ask, pushing your sunglasses back up your nose so you can ogle at his bare chest inconspicuously. He knows exactly what you’re doing, his ego swelling as he subtly puffs out his chest.
James crouches to your eye level, holding his palms flat in front of himself to present what he’s brought from the shore (for the fifth time). He points at various shells, telling you both what he likes about each one, letting you hold any in your hand that piques your interest.
“I’ve saved the best for last,” James says, fishing for something in the pocket of his swim trunks. He proudly displays a sand dollar in his palm, presenting it to each of you in turn so you can admire it properly.
As James holds the poor sand dollar in front of you, your lips curve into a pout. “Jamie, go put that back.”
His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head in confusion when you’re not oohing and ahhing like he expected. “Why?” he murmurs, a flicker of disappointment in his eye.
Regulus takes pity on him, nudging his ankle with his flip-flopped foot. “That one’s still alive, mon soleil.”
James looks perplexed, staring down at the little urchin in his palm. “What do you mean?”
You and Regulus shoot each other a sideways glance.
“Sand dollars are living creatures, Jamie,” you explain gently.
“What!?” James yelps, shoulders going tense, and he’s suddenly unsure of how to hold the thing in his hand. “I thought they were made out of sand!”
Regulus does nothing to suppress his laughter. You do try, but Regulus’ are contagious, and soon you too get caught up in a fit of giggles.
You scoop the sand dollar into your hand, laughter still bubbling from your throat as you say, “Come on, we’ll release the little guy together.”
You look over your shoulder at your other boyfriend.
“Coming, Reg?” you hum.
He’s been fending James off all day, refusing every attempt to drag him into the water. But with both of you watching him expectantly, he knows he no longer has a choice in the matter (and he might have a tad harder time saying no to you).
When you reunite with the rest of your group in the water, James is eager to share this newfound piece of information with his friends.
“Did you know that sand dollars are alive!?”
“Yes, James,” Remus sighs as if he expected better.
You let James do the honors of releasing the sand dollar, guiding him to a still, sandy stretch of ocean, well away from the kicking feet and splashing limbs of the clusters of swimmers scattered nearby.
“Sorry for kidnapping you, buddy,” James whispers to the little creature as he watches it drift down to the ocean floor.
Distracted by watching the sand dollar, none of you notice Sirius’s slow approach from behind, a brightly colored beach bucket in each hand. Carefully, he crouches to scoop up as much water as they’ll hold. Then, in one swift motion, dumps them over James and Regulus’s heads.
You jump back, away from the salty splash.
“Oi!” James shouts, throwing the plastic bucket at Sirius, who swats it out of the way. James has a lopsided grin on his face as he dives for his best friend in retaliation.
Regulus, on the other hand, is not amused in the slightest, looking murderous as he rips the bucket off his head. Before he can start spewing expletives or attempting to seriously maim his brother, you place a hand on his chest and gently push him away from the scene.
“Come on,” you say, using your free hand to brush his sopping hair out of his face. “James has it covered. Come. Come on, we can cuddle up and watch from afar while they try to drown each other in the shallows.”
Regulus grumbles something in French under his breath—a rather nasty insult aimed at his brother, no doubt. But he lets you whisk him away to the shoreline, where you sit between his legs in the sand and watch as James holds Sirius’ head under the water, all in Regulus’ name.
