#it’s just so boring like we barely see jegulus in the books

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I will never understand j*gulus. Like who is this man? Why is he with James when the other Black brother is right there!

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Prompt 20 - Shiver

@jegulus-microfic February 20 Word count 795

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He didn’t have the capacity to deal with what he’d just witnessed. Nor was he going back to Evan’s room. He did not need to see what they’d gotten up to since he’d left. He’d mention it the next time he saw one of them. 

As soon as he was free of the wards, he apparated home. The house was silent, empty, and lonely. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he headed up to his bedroom. The pressing quiet of the building amplifying every creak of the stairs. 

Once he was settling down to sleep, he pulled out Sirius’s walkman from the magically expanded bag Sirius had charmed so he could take all the music with him and hopefully not get caught with it when he left the safe house. He put the earphones over his head and pressed the big, clunky play button. 

David Bowie’s Prettiest Star began playing into his ears. He picked out the empty cassette case of the album and traced the lighting bolt meticulously painted onto Bowie’s face. It seemed, a bit odd, a lightning bolt on a face, but Regulus couldn’t take his eyes off the way it popped against Bowie’s almost translucent skin. 

He woke with the morning sun shining across his face, not recalling having fallen asleep, Aladdin Sane still playing. Sirius had charmed the Walkman so it would play both sides of the tape repeatedly unless turned off. 

He lay there and let a few more songs play before he got up. He needed to contact James and give him the notebook. Reading back through everything, he felt like there was a key element that they were missing, something important to do with Voldemort. 

He showered and changed. Then, went down to the kitchen in search of breakfast. When he was sated, he headed into the library and pulled out the mirror. He flicked the clasp open,

“James?” He called into it. Moments later, James’s face appeared.

“Hi, love. You okay?” He asked. Regulus nodded. 

“Yeah. I’ve got some important information that I’ve collected and a favour to ask you. But it needs to be in person.” He got straight to the point. 

“You’ve got stuff already. It’s barely been 24 hours Reg.” James replied, shocked. “I’ll have to talk to Moody about a meeting place and get back to you. Give me a few hours, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He smiled back at James. 

In the end, it took three days to arrange a secure meeting place for the pair of them to meet. Regulus had spent his days bored. He couldn’t go snooping around Voldemort for new information as it would be suspicious. He’d have to wait until he was summoned. So he spent his time flicking through some of the books in his family’s library. He found a particularly interesting one on the darkest of dark arts. There was stuff in there even his parents wouldn’t touch. He’d gotten halfway through it when the call came.       

He walked into the building, and there was James. James was right there. All rational thought left him. He ran forward and leapt into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist as he held him tight. He buried his face in the warmth and security of James’s chest. 

“Hi,” He mumbled, his voice muffled by James’s shirt. 

“Well, hello.” James chuckled at him and stroked his back, which sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. 

He clung there for long minutes. Eventually, James moved and went to sit on one of the two chairs in the middle of the room after he realised that Regulus was not going to let go. 

Regulus repositioned himself so that he was sat in James’s lap with his legs on one side and his head resting on his shoulder. He hadn’t realised how much he’d needed to be close to James. 

“I hate this.” He whispered. “I hate not being with you every day.” He moved his head back so he could look into James’s eyes. “Are we going to be together?” He asked. “I mean, after the war? Will—Will you still want me?” He felt vulnerable, but he needed to know. Know that there was a future for them, that he wasn’t fighting for nothing. 

James’s arms wrapped around him a little tighter. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked quietly. Regulus nodded profusely, hoping he could convert how much he truly wanted a life with James. “You’ll have to deal with Sirius on a daily basis. I’m not kidding. He will be around all the time.” 

“Okay. I can deal with that if it means I get you.” Regulus smiled as he tucked his head back into the hollow at James’s neck. 

“So what’s this favour you wanted to ask?” 

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