#always wanted to write a jegulus icarus au

[thebisexualwreckoning]

@jegulus-microfic | Day 8 - Devotion | Word count: 180 | tw: mcd

Uhhhhhhh...... Enjoy the consequences of me girlbossing (gender neutral) too close to the sun i guess

Fic under the cut and what not

But now he's falling. He can feel the sun reach for him, James reach for him, but it's not enough. Fate is a hungry thing, gluttonous, it doesn't like to share. James tried to change them, but their story was always going to end this way, carved into stone from the moment they first met.

Sirius' screams are a distant memory now that he's cradled in the ocean's cold embrace. The dripping wax has ripped away large strips of his skin and the salt water on them was agony tearing him apart from the inside out. He can feel phantom fingers over his skin, dragging him deeper into the black black water.

This is it, Regulus thinks, this is how I die.

And as his eyes drift shut, the last thing he sees is the sun, his sun, his James, and...........

[theicarusconstellation]

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HI MY SUNSHINE

and though i burn, how could i fall?

No touch has felt like this before. No touch was as caring, as tender, holding Regulus like he is something precious.

Precious.

To a god.

Will you sing for me?

or, my jegulus icarus x apollo au

your life begins by leaving (and our love is stored in the letting go), cowritten with my beautiful fiancé kit @ninety-two-bees

Regulus came and went in the blink of an eye, and James kept wishing.

At some point, though, wishing stopped being enough. James could sit around and lament to his friends about what could’ve been, but it didn’t change what was. The wedding announcement was what finally tipped James over the edge. He couldn’t keep waiting and hoping that things would work themselves out for him. He couldn't keep worrying about giving Regulus his space. If he was going to lose the only person he had ever truly wanted to build a future with, he had to at least try to change how things played out. He had to know for certain if he had any chance to be with Regulus at all.

or, james and regulus go on a roadtrip

into the dark

His curls are swept delicately over the side of his face, and when James brushes them away, they reveal his marble skin dotted with near-invisible freckles, spattered across his cheekbones and the little bump on his nose. James wants everything about him: how his Cupid’s bow dips into a perfect little heart, his lips, smooth and rose-red, the soft rustling of his curls against the pillow as he exhales, his hands, slim fingers resting against the mattress, donned in the rings he wore to the Gryffindor party.

Regulus is more than just angel-like; he is a boy from Heaven itself.

or, my jegulus canon-divergent au spanning both wars

into the stars

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” James murmurs into his hair.

“Baby? That’s a new one,” Regulus replies, praying to all that is holy that James can’t feel how hot his cheeks burn at the use of the pet name. Baby, baby, baby.

or, a little fic set in the into the dark universe written for my fiancée, @ninety-two-bees

with a broken heart, the transformation begins

Do you know what it feels like to witness the end of the world?

It does not happen with a bang, nor with a whimper, but rather a twisted combination of both.

Centuries of preparation and training are not enough, though you can hope and hope and hope until your feathers fall out that they will be.

There is no hope as you stand on the edge of a grassy hill and watch as the most ancient and powerful of evils tears through space to destroy everything you hold dear.

Do you know what it feels like to fail?

or, my revali character study — a description of his death

little universes

a collection of my tumblr jegulus microfics (@theicarusconstellation), updated continuously with each new prompt i write for.

always an angel (never a god)

“Alia Atreides.”

Something shatters right beside the foot of the servant who holds the holo-communicator. The shards of Alia’s glass cup litter the stony ground.

“I’ll kill them,” Alia hisses, hints of the Voice seeping into her tone. “I’ll kill them all.”

In the chaos, no one bothers to observe Emperor Shaddam as he moves on to the next Reaping Bowl.

Paul knows what is coming. He would know even if the emperor never read the name on that slip.

“Paul Atreides.”

or, my dune hunger games au, set in the dune universe

gun in my lips

hidden because it’s being rewritten, but it’s my jegulus and lilycissa the secret history au

cela en valait-il la peine? (ça l’était)

"Wormy was here last weekend, I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard."

or, marlene goes out kicking and screaming with her lover on her mind and ferocity in her heart