Regulus is just trying to get by during this holiday season putting in extra shifts much to his brother's protests. He just didn't think every single shift would involve James Potter of all people... or Regulus is a server and James is a line cook who plays very obnoxious music back in the kitchen… read here!
rating: not rated
word count: 27k
ship: Regulus & James
written: December 2024
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The first thing Regulus is met with when walking into work is “Yeah” by Usher blasting from deep within the kitchen. It isn’t even eleven am. He’s going to kill James Potter.
He shoves his bag haphazardly into one of the lockers, he never bought a lock for it, actually, no one did. It’s kinda an unsaid rule that all the lockers will be slightly ajar. Regulus quickly takes his apron out of his bag before shutting the door, only for it to swing right back open. He leaves it, going deeper into the kitchen tying his apron around his waist.
“James .”
James laughs, the asshole laughs, his eyes shining as he turns back to meet him, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Don’t call me that,” Regulus deadpans.
James smiles, his dimples sinking into his cheek, “Alright, Regulus. What can I do for you?”
Regulus sighs, giving him a pointed look, “I thought we talked about what music you couldn’t play.”
“Did we?” James tilts his head, “Huh.”
