#Jegulus mircofic

[addisonstars]

"oh the weather outside is frightful, but my love is so delightful"

written for day 1 of december for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "snow" 437 words

“Regulus, it snowed!” James exclaimed, looking outside at the white wonderland. 

Regulus, who was currently making his morning coffee, rolled his eyes but smiled. “I know love, I have eyes.” 

It was James’ turn to roll his eyes, turning back to make his own cup of coffee. “I would really hope so.” He sticks his tongue out at Reg, who just sticks his right back out like a little 5-year-old. “You're ruining my fun, I just wanted to go out and enjoy the snow.” 

“I was never stopping you from doing that.” 

James throws back a smile to Regulus, because he’s pretty sure that Regulus was doing just that. “Well, ok then.” He almost expected Regulus to tease him for wanting to go out and play in the snow for some reason. Throwing on his snow boots and winter coat, he ran out the door. 

Outside, he built a little snowman, two little snowmen to be specific. Ones that represented him and Regulus. Or were supposed to, but the only difference was that James’ was taller than Regulus. 

He heard the front door open suddenly, and out came a well bundled up Regulus. It was as if he had never seen snow before. He had on another pair of fuzzy pants on, snow boots, a jacket, a coat, gloves, and a scarf. To top it all off he had on a beanie with a pair of earmuffs over it. 

“Cold?” James snickered, but to be completely honest he was a little more than cold himself. 

Regulus was cradling his cup of coffee watching the steam rise from the mug. “Just a bit,” he shivered, “just a bit.” 

James laughed, and laid back to make a snow angel. That was his favorite part of it snowing outside; making snow angels in the snow. He loved the feeling of…freedom it gave him, him brushing his limbs in and out of the snow to stand up and find that it made an angel in the snow. 

Regulus stared at James from where he was laying in the snow, set down his coffee and laid right next to him. He started making a snow angel too, moving his arms and legs through the snow. And even though Regulus couldn't see it, James was smiling at him. Looking at his Reg, having fun in the snow with him. 

Regulus stood up, visibly shaking with cold. He brushed off his clothes, and turned to James. “Can we go inside now? I’m cold and I want to cuddle by the fireplace,” he pouted. 

James laughed, but grabbed Regulus’ hand anyway and they went inside. 

i want to make snow angels with someone

-a.s.

[aniwahstan]

Jegulus / Fluff Friday even though it’s Thursday

Regulus’ birthday gift to James when they’re apart for spring holiday

James scans the title, ‘Don’t Go Far Off’. As his eyes start to follow the first sentence, he jumps. A voice pushes its way into his thoughts. He looks around the room, sure he’ll find Regulus standing somewhere beside him. How else could he be hearing his voice so clearly? When his eyes leave the words of the page the voice suddenly stops. For a moment he wonders if he’s going mad with longing, until he returns his focus to the poem and the voice begins again.

Regulus’ voice is quiet and soft, like a parent reading a story to a child. He continues reading, line after line, as Regulus’ polished inflections recite the words aloud in his head.

‘Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?’

James is floored as he reads the poem again, then one more time. The spell of Regulus’ voice drifts over each heartbreaking word. As he reads the last word of the final line, a tear falls onto the page as Regulus’ voice fades. He quickly wipes it away, fearful of disturbing the charm imbibed on the page. He brings his hand over his mouth, overwhelmed by how personal this gift is. Another link between their souls no matter where they are physically. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to not lose his composure completely.

He flips the page, curious if any of the other poems will be spelled with that velvety voice. A piece of parchment is slipped in between the binding of the next pages. He pulls it out slowly, afraid to crinkle even the corner. He holds his breath as he reads Regulus’ own musings that he’s hidden among someone else’s words. It begins with no address, only a matching sun marked at the top of the parchment.

‘If you aren’t in shock from receiving a book written by a dead muggle for your birthday, I hope you were able to find the correct page. These are the kind of words you deserve to hear, and ones that I give to you in place of being able to write them myself. I would in fact wander the earth to find you. If allowed, I will follow you to every corner, to anywhere or to nowhere. Anywhere that pleases you. I would always come back for you.

Happy Birthday, with all the love in the pages of this book, plus one more that I add myself.’

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

Just a little something I thought of, don’t know if it counts as a microfic... I've never done one before... Its slightly... long???? I think I'm suppose to tag @jegulus-microfic ? Sorry if thats wrong!!! lemme know what you think! (ill probably post this on ao3 actually.... maybe an extended version?? lemme know??)

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The wedding was loud as guests swung around the large dance floor. Regulus avoided them, moving to the side of the room, a cup grasp in his hand.

It was the wedding a cousin of James, who's name entirely escaped Regulus even now after hearing it several times. James himself was off dancing somewhere in the middle of the crowd, every now and again Regulus would catch a glimpse of him either spinning or being spun by some one.

It didn't bother Regulus as much as James thought it would have when he had asked, but in all honestly, Regulus wasn't big on dancing. Besides the only dances he really knew were the more traditional ones which would stick out like a sore thumb here and really didn't fit the beat.

"Having fun?"

Whipping around, wine nearly sloshing over the rim of his glass, Regulus came face to face with Euphemia Potter. The current Matriarch of the Potter family, Lady Potter and James' Mother.

They spoke often, so Regulus let the true easy smile he saved for people he actually liked fall across his face, replacing the look of mild interest he held before.

"Ah, yes. It's a lovely event."

"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it." Euphemia's eyes shone with something that Regulus couldn't quiet identify as she looked between Regulus and her son, who was, by now, loudly singing along to the song while spinning around with yet another cousin.

They stood there for a moment, both sipping their respective drinks as Fleamont joined his son in the impromptu karaoke, along with a few other guests. Bending over their wands while they yelled the lyrics, while others clapped along to the accompanying music.

"When you and James get married, I think it may be best to get some dance lessons before hand." Regulus choked on his wine. Marriage wasn't something that had even come up in conversation before, not seriously at least. And defiently when Sirius wasn't around.

He knew that eventually James did want to get married, he had mentioned it in passing before. But for Regulus, the thought of getting married made him... not ill, but defiently not bursting at the seems with joy.

He loved James. And would love him forever. He could stay with him until his death and he would be happy, but the idea of actually 'tying the knot' was something that made his throat close over.

Something else stood out in Euphemia's words however, and it was better to focus on that than the thought of marriage right now.

"When?"

Smiling at him, Euphemia placed a hand on Regulus' arm and spoke;

"Of course when. The stars in you twos eyes are more than enough to fill the night sky."

A pause as a thought occurred to her;

"At least twice over at that."

Taking a sip from her own glass, she nodded to herself before motioning to Fleamont who had just fallen over trying to dance, though Regulus wouldn't call it that.

"I better go see if he's alright."

Calling over her shoulder, "Stay safe, dear!", before vanishing into the now huddling crowd leaving Regulus alone with his half filled wine glass.

When.

James, in an attempt to distract from his fathers fall was now attempting the same move his father had just fallen from. Smiling, Regulus took another sip as the sounds of laughter echoed through the room.

Maybe he didn't mind the thought of marriage after all.

[wordsofwilderness]

Crowded with You

Thank you to @likeprongstostars for the inspiration for this one!! (Link to inspo post)

This one is definitely too long for a Tumblr mircofic, so I'll put everything before the first POV change here, and then you gotta go to AO3 for the rest :D

Day 3: Omegaverse (rut) - Jegulus Kinktober - @jeguluskinktoberr - 875 words (out of 6.6k) - EXPLICIT

The metro train car was nearly empty when James and Regulus stepped into it. The few people scattered throughout were the usual Saturday evening crowd—the tired on their way home from some dinner event, and the tipsy on their way out to the clubs.

James had jumped at the opportunity to keep Regulus company on the way home from Sirius and Remus’ housewarming dinner party. The two of them moving in together had been a long time coming, mostly on account of Sirius not wanting to abandon Regulus to live on his own after their reunion only a few years back.

What James hadn’t thought through was that never before had it been only them alone together like this, only him and Regulus. They’d always interacted in the context of their wider friend group, either at Sirius’ place with Regulus therefore also there, or with Sirius dragging Regulus along to their plans.

But surely it would be fine. It wasn’t like James had been instantly attracted to Regulus from the moment they’d met. Well, actually, it was exactly like that. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if it hadn’t developed into more, at first just a crush, but with every encounter he’d fallen further. And today? Today, he was hopelessly and deeply in love with a man who’d shown up on Sirius’ doorstep.

How could he not love Regulus? James had seen him shed the shyness that had been forced upon him by his archaic family due to being an Omega. He’d seen him grow into a fierce determination, and flourish with it.

The problem was twofold. Firstly, this was finally his chance to make an impression beyond being Regulus’ brother’s friend, someone he had to put up with due to circumstances out of his control. But James only had precious little time before Regulus had to get off at his stop. Sure, he hadn’t mucked it up yet, but they hadn’t said much beyond small talk about the dinner, which absolutely would not do. He should be cracking jokes, maybe even flirting a tiny bit, he should be trying to impress Regulus.

And that led to the second part of the problem: his brain was too muddled to think clearly. He hadn’t expected being around Regulus in a context that wasn’t dulled by the familial or friends to make such a difference. Yet it did. Regulus’ scent had always smelled good. It was the kind where even the faintest whiff of it would have him swirling around to find its source—the kind where he wondered how even the people who didn’t have his Alpha’s attunement to the scent weren’t obsessed with it. But this was on a different level. There were no distractions, no one else nearby to mute the power it held over him.

So far, he was pretty sure he’d succeeded in keeping his struggle to himself. Regulus was leaning up against a divider wall, talking about the new bookcases I’d been debating getting now that he had more space. He seemed completely unaware of the impulse James was fighting—to lean in and inhale, deeply.

Both their heads whipped around at the sound of the doors to the metro opening. Outside were a large swarm of people, all piling into the train car. They were all in various states of drunk, scarves and shirts bearing the colours and logos of some sports team. The mass milled inside, pushing James and Regulus into the corner. Regulus shuffled closer to James, eyeing the crowd warily that somehow kept spilling in, jamming everyone further and further together. An Alpha reeking of sweat and beer bumped into Regulus’ arm.

“Oi, watch yourself,” James snapped at them.

Turning around, the stranger leered at the mating gland on Regulus’ neck covered by a transparent protector and scoffed, “He’s not even yours.”

“And what does that matter to you?” James shot back, squaring his shoulders as he put an arm around Regulus. He ran his hand over the spot where the Alpha had dared to taint Regulus’ sweet scent, he needed every particle of it gone. James narrowed at the potential threat. They sized him up in turn.

“Don’t,” Regulus warned, placing a hand on James’ chest. James’ eyes flicked to Regulus. He looked rather amused at the entire situation, comfortable even.

After a prolonged stare-down, the Alpha huffed at James before turning away, probably coming to the conclusion that a brawl in a packed metro car was actually not the best idea. And good, there was too high a chance of Regulus being caught in the fight, he couldn’t have that. James’ arm tightened around Regulus. However, it was rather disappointing that he didn’t get to break the idiot’s nose for daring to touch what wasn’t his.

Regulus tilted his head at James, his eyes roaming over James’ face, searching for something. He was so close. His scent filled James’ nostrils—so sweet, so enticing. He needed more; he needed him closer. With a simple tug, Regulus’ back was against James’ chest. The world around them dimmed down, narrowing in on Regulus in a sharp focus.

His other hand curled low on Regulus’ stomach, pressing them together as he groaned in a whisper, “Regulus.”

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[addisonstars]

"kiss me like a vampire"

written for day 8 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "vampire"

134 words

“Fuck Reg, that hurts,” James pulls away, breathless. Regulus flushes a bright shade of red as he realizes he’s sucked hickeys into any and every available space on James' skin. Purple and red blossoms all over his neck, down his collarbone area, with a few scattered below.

He looks down at his colorful body, and chuckles. “What are you, a vampire? You know that kissing works just fine right? You don’t have to bite every kiss you leave, mix it up a little babe.”

Regulus opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but James continues. “But I'm not complaining. It’s cold enough for me to wear a sweater without garnering attention, so kiss away.” 

Regulus flashes his teeth, a hint of desire in his eyes and he continues leaving his mark on James’ skin. 

buddy reading choices with my friends...didnt realize that "canon compliant" really mean "CANON COMPLIANT" kms

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

“painted in gold, drawn in ink”

written for day 8 of august for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt “tattoo”

269 words!

The early morning was James’ favorite time of day. It gave him the opportunity to stare unashamedly at his beautiful, handsome husband's body. The way the light reflected off of his peaceful sleeping face, the golden glow it cast on his tattoo covered body, the way it contrasted against his soft ink colored locks.

The tattoos were one of his favorite parts of Reggie’s body. It showed just how much he cared about people, his friends, the world, enough to put them on his body.

His favorites consisted of the little antlers sitting on his ring finger, with a “J” at the crest of the two pairs. James had a matching one with a star and a “R.” Another one that he really liked was the “J.F.P.” underneath his collarbone.

There was the orion constellation for Sirius that he had tattooed on his forearm, and the moon cycle on his other arm for Moony. There were a bunch of other ones scattered across, like a line of poetry sitting vertically on his left side, from his favorite poetry book.

He had a quidditch broom and snitch too, a reminder of his favorite childhood game. They still bought tickets to go see the Quidditch Cup every year, and they loved to go with Sirius and Remus too.

And of course, he had a couple others in other less visible places, including another for James and him together and one entirely for laughs.

The sun perfectly highlighted his body and it made James smile so brightly at the picture-esk image that was his husband. His beautiful husband. His Regulus.

fin. i hc sirius with the most tattoos, then reg, then rem, then james. i stared at numerous fanarts for an embarrassingly large amount of time for inspo for this lol, but i can’t say i regret it ;) have a wonderful tuesday!!

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

“two worlds apart”

wrote this fic for @jegulus-microfic day 2 with the prompt “constant”

158 words!

They were each others constant. Always there, always present, and always seen by the world.

And you couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the sun without knowing what it was like without it. You couldn’t appreciate the stars without knowing the day, the sun. Without the other it just wouldn’t be right.

But for however constant they were, the stars were always chasing the sun but never quite reaching. And the sun was seeking and reaching for the stars, but the two of them always being two worlds apart.

Even when one wasn’t visible, you knew it was there, silently tailing the other around the lengths of sky. But the sun couldn’t share the same space as the stars without upsetting the equilibrium of the universe.

So they were there. In the same sky, the same world, but never ever quite getting to be together for once. The sun star-chasing and the stars sun-seeking forever and ever.

fin. super short and kinda angsty today sorry 🫶. anyways i kinda hate this bc i don’t really like writing fics with this kinda like…it’s not a really a story but it is type stuff, i’ll leave that to the people who actually can lmao. but it is what it is bahjks. have a great day lovelies <33

an: did i use conan grays “astronomy” as inspiration, yes i did. go listen :)

[addisonstars]

"one step closer"

written for day 7 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "headache" totaling 317 words

“Hey James?” Sirius walked into their dorm bedroom after visiting with Regulus. The two brothers tried to get with each other and do something, whether it be sit next to each in silence and do their own individual things, or go outside and play quidditch. 

James set down his quill, “yeah mate?" He asks.

“So, Regulus asked me a funny question.” Sirius came and sat down next to James and looked at him inquisitively. “He asked me why you weren't in class today? Which, I admit, seems like a pretty normal thing to ask. But” He adds emphasis on the ‘but’ and leans forward in his chair. “He rarely asks me about my friends, and when he does, he makes insolent jokes, he doesn't check up on you? So.” He leans back, clasps his hands, and places them on his lap as if expecting an answer. 

The reason why James was not in class today was because he had a headache and he simply did not feel like going. Besides, what was one day of missed class? James knew he would be missing out on seeing Regulus that period, but his pounding headache was all he could think about. 

“I’m not quite sure what you want me to say, Pads?” 

Sirius shrugs, “I’m not either, but I just found it a little odd he cared; but my brother is a mysterious person, so I shouldn't have expected anything else.” He laughs and grabs his own school books out of his bag and begins to work on some assignments due. 

James, on the other hand, was not sure he could go back to working on his assignments. His thoughts of Regulus caring about him, Regulus asking Sirius about him, had James lost in thought. This little development meant so many doors opened for James, and damn him if he wasn't going to use at least one of them. 

classes start up again tomorrow rip sleep

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

"just james"

@jegulus-microfic / day 15: glasses / 193 words

Some people could say that glasses are unattractive. Others would call people with glasses names like “four eyes” or “nerd” and other names. Even people with glasses hate wearing glasses. But Regulus was not like some people, or others. 

Regulus loved glasses, and better yet he loved the face they resided on. He hoped James would never get contacts, because Regulus loved the way James’ wiry round framed glasses looked on his beautiful face. 

Sometimes, he would daydream about his glasses coming askew from kissing him. His hands would slide up on his face, just slightly coming up under the frames in a way that would push them off his face and he’d be able to see his brown eyes with no glass in his way.

Those beautiful brown eyes of his, the ones that turn almost golden in the sunlight but a rich shade of chocolate brown in the dark. The eyes that hold all the smiles and sunshine you could ever want or need. It was safe to say that Regulus was a little obsessed with his eyes. And his glasses. And just James in general, if Regulus was being honest.

some reggie pov for you!! -a.s.

[addisonstars]

"you're the brightest star in my sky"

written for day 4 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "switch" totaling 296 words

James was a man on a mission. Nothing could deter him from seeing Regulus, not even his class schedule. 

He went to talk to Mcgonagall about his classes, how this class “wasn't working out for him” and that if he had his friends in his class then “they could help him study more effectively.” And it worked, just as he knew it would.

Now, James was seated across from Regulus in his new astronomy class. It was an added bonus that Sirius was in there too, and it made it seem less suspicious why James was switching classes halfway through the year. 

He had all of astronomy now to look at Regulus. The class was set up with the seats in a ring, all facing the telescope in the center, and he picked the seat next to Sirius which was, fortunately for James, right across from Regulus. 

Professor Sinistra was going on about nebulas, how they were just a ball of gas and dust, but they were one of the prettiest things in space. 

James raised his hand to speak up. “Nebula’s would have to be one of my favorite things in space, I would think.” He continues, looking right at Regulus as he speaks. “While the inside of them may seem insignificant, or unworthy of recognition, it’s those components that make up such a beautiful outside.” He continues to stare at Regulus when done. 

“Why, yes Potter, excellent observation. That’s one of the reasons why I like space the most…” 

Regulus had finally looked at James, and he noticed James was already looking at him. James smiled softly, and Regulus rolled his eyes and looked away. As class went on, James couldn’t but look back at Regulus, and realize his eyes were already on him. 

eye contact is sexy!!

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

"i could win, i could lose"

written for day 8 of january of @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "converse" totaling 188 words

One of the things that James loved most about Regulus was his fashion taste; the way he was able to take the drab Hogwarts robes and turn into an impeccable outfit, and it was only something that Regulus could pull off too. Anybody else trying to wear what Regulus wore, and they would just look silly. 

Today, Regulus sported his new high-top hunter green converse under his robes instead of the normal dress shoes. He also had some silver jewelry pieces adoring his neck and fingers. What James wouldn’t give to feel the press of these rings anywhere on his body, especially on the skin of his arse as Regulus fingers ent-. 

No. 

Regulus could do anything and James would probably kneel and worship at his altar. This ‘little’ crush on Regulus has definitely turned into something way bigger, and James needs to find a way to either a) fix it and date Regulus, b) fix it and date Regulus, or c) fix it and clear his feelings of Regulus - which will never happen - so James is relying on option a, and if all else fails, option b. 

title from "stop waiting" by cigarettes after sex

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

"back into his arms"

@jegulus-microfic // day 28: airport // 311 words

Time spent away from each other was one of the hardest things that the two of them had to do. Not even the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. came too close to this, Regulus thought. 

He had longed for James every moment since his departure at the train station, and now he was awaiting his arrival after a year of being gone. James told him to expect a bit of a delay, since the airports they had in America could be iffy sometimes. 

Even still, Regulus still showed up an hour early. He had also brought a bouquet of flowers and the rest of the group was meant to arrive soon. 

/ / /

Regulus sees the status of flight 2512 from “in air” to “landed” and Regulus couldn't help but feel butterflies awake in his stomach, along with some nerves. It has been a whole year since they've last seen each other, and things may have changed. But Regulus pushes those thoughts down, because from the letters they’ve been sending each other, their relationship hadn’t. 

By now, Sirius and Remus (who were unsurprisingly dating now), along with James’ parents are at the airport. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, otherwise he would have invited Lily, Barty, and all those other blokes as well. 

Regulus finally saw James coming down the terminal, and it took everything in him not to drop the flowers and run up to him. Turns out he didn’t need to, because James did. He let go of his suitcases and ran up to Regulus, grabbed him and hugged him. With the force that James was coming at with Regulus, they almost fell down, but instead James just followed the momentum and swung Regulus around while embracing in one of the best hugs of his life.

It sure is good to be back at home, Regulus thought. 

oh to be hugged like that fnjkyehnd

[addisonstars]

"you're in my blood"

written for day 16 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "bone" totaling 229 words

James and Regulus were developing into their relationship, slowly, one step at a time. 

James was still so scared that he was going to hurt Regulus or do something that was going to turn him away, so he always tended to tread on the safe side. Skin to skin contact was very minimal, and the boys had not even kissed yet. Of course, James wasn't in a hurry or anything, he wanted to take his time. 

So, when Regulus and James were in the astronomy tower one night, about a month after they had officially gotten together, and they were sitting in the astronomy tower and Regulus took James’ hand firmly in his own and scooted closer to him so their thighs were touching, James felt a shock go through every bone in his body. 

“You know, you don’t have to treat me as if I’m some delicate flower.” Regulus looked at James with a slight smirk - slash - frown face that Regulus was the master of. 

James took that as an invitation to slightly rest his head on Regulus’ shoulder -  his neck was craned at an awkward angle because of the height difference -  and he let himself relax. He let the feeling of Regulus flow through his blood, he let the smell of Regulus infect his brain and the way his hand felt in his take up all thoughts. 

i have so many thoughts and no where to put them i am going insane

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

"you've been on my mind so long i cant deal with it"

written for day 6 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "exclude" totaling 265 words

School was a bitch. Everyone knew that. Nobody really wanted to be here; maybe except for the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but even still, they probably would have liked to do other things rather than sit in classrooms and listen and learn. 

James had to find a way to make the time go by, he had to find a way to get him to the end of the school year. That reason may have been the lovely Regulus Black, but no one had to know. If James went out of his way to see Regulus, if he sat on the side across from Regulus, facing him in the dining room, nobody had to know. 

If James hated every class without Regulus, but tried his damn hardest in every class with him, nobody needed to know that. Honest to Merlin, every class except the ones with Regulus seemed pointless. He was passing all of his classes with flying colors, but the ones with Regulus he showed off a bit more in, showed Regulus what he could be getting if they were to somehow, magically date. 

James was still a little stumped on the logistical part of how to…confess…his love to Regulus. Every time he started to prepare a little speech for it so he would be ready for it when the time came, he came to a wall. It was like someone had just pressed the ‘off’ button on his brain. He couldn't think anymore, his brain seemed to only chant “Regulus, Regulus, Regulus.” 

And to be quite frank, James wasn't mad about that. Who could be? To think of only Regulus Black, the Slytherin Prince, the handsome and cunning boy, is a dream come true for James. 

i too, am like james. (title from the song "pistol" by cigarettes after sex!!!)

-a.s.

[addisonstars]

"im going to miss you"

@jegulus-microfic // day 27: scene // 306 words

Graduation day had come and gone, and just like that, James was leaving to train to be an Auror. If James had a choice, he would have chosen to stay right here, and learn on the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately, that was not an option so James had to leave. 

Leaving not only meant leaving most of his friends and family behind, but Regulus, who had another year of Hogwarts to finish. He was worried about Regulus and how he would be over the next year, but James did make a secret promise to come back to him. 

They were currently spending their last few hours together off of campus, at an empty field nearby that they had found unoccupied. Regulus’ head was currently laying in James’ lap and his fingers were brushing through the soft dark, slightly curly strands. 

Looking up at James, Regulus asked, “Do you have to leave?” 

James turned his lips downwards. “I’m afraid so love, but I wish that I didn’t have to.” He leans down and pecks a kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “I did ask to get reassigned, but alas, it was to no avail.” 

Regulus just turned his head away, looking out at the field of grass and flowers they were lying in, “it’s always Jame. I’ll just miss you a lot, that's all.” 

Chuckling, he agreed. “Yeah, me too love, me too.”  He paused for a minute. “Are you coming to see me off tomorrow?” 

“Um, I might yeah.” He looked back at James now. “I just don’t want to make too big of a scene if I’m there,” he sniffed, “I'm afraid I might cry if I do, but I can come for you if that makes you happy.” 

“Yeah, I think it would make me happy, Reggie.” He pressed another kiss to Regulus’ forehead. ‘The happiest ever.” 

im convinced gods strongest warriors are the ones who can handle long distance

[addisonstars]

"and im going to keep on loving you"

@jegulus-microfic // day 31: lock // 465 words

very very lightly implied nsfw content? blink and you'll miss it

“Well love, this is it.” James says as he walks into their first house. Their house. Our house, James likes the sound of that. “Our house.” 

Regulus walks through the front door taking in the beige walls and ugly couch and is already envisioning how to bring the space to life and make it not just a house, but a home. “Excitement isn't even the right word to describe what I’m feeling right now. I am so much more than just excited.” 

“Me too Reg.” James looks around the house once again, really taking in the space that is theirs now. “It needs a bit of work, but I’m ready.” 

Smiling, Regulus sits down on the crusty couch and orders some food for a little ‘celebratory night.’ “Nothing fancy, but I did manage to snag some champagne.” He says, holding up the bottle he stashed in his tote bag. 

“Perfect.” James leans in to kiss Regulus, but Regulus pulls away. 

“Not so fast love,” he wags his finger at James, “the food will be here in less than 20 minutes, and do you not remember what happened last time we got carried away when we ordered food?” 

“But-” 

“No buts.” 

James nods, albeit a bit disappointed. “Well, at least I can kiss you wherever I want now. No more hiding in bedrooms because Sirius didn’t want to see us.” They both laugh, because they do remember the many nights that James and Regulus would kiss domestically in the kitchen or living room, and Sirius would audibly gag. 

“And, we don’t have to lock our bedroom door at night either.” Regulus smirks. 

“I like the way you think Reggie.” 

Their food comes shortly after, and they pop open the bottle of champagne. Regulus gives James a green light, and James can’t take his hands off of Regulus. It feels a little gross doing it on the dirty couch, so they take it up to the bedroom, where they don’t lock the doors. 

/ / /

Years and years and years later, people would talk about the couple who lived down the street, who were so clearly in love. People would watch the two men adopt a daughter, and foster more than one cat.

People would catch them dancing and kissing and laughing in the rain, and then reading and laying next to each other in the sun. And if you were inside, you could see them baking in the kitchen and having dance parties in their living room to old 70's and 80's music.

They would hear screams of joy when they had their friends over. They also hear the long phone calls at night when one of the two had to be away for work.

But whatever it was people saw and heard, they could feel the love.

well, this is it folks, the end of this little vingette series! i had a lot of fun growing thier realtionship, and kinda watching my verison of them come to life <3 until next time lovlies!!