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[onehundredflamingos]

13 / head | scarf / 447 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“I wish you’d stop wearing my brother’s clothes,” Sirius said with a scowl, nodding at the Slytherin scarf wrapped around James’ neck. “Green isn’t your color.”

“Every color is his color,” Regulus argued, suddenly standing beside James.

James had slept over in Regulus’ dorm room the night before; he had gotten ready there before breakfast, and wasn’t expecting to see Regulus again until after their school days were over. “Although I am partial to him putting my clothes on instead of his own after we fu—”

“That’s—“ Sirius cleared his throat, quickly drowning out the rest of Regulus’ sentence with his own sound of disgust. He turned away, muttering quietly to himself, “I hate this.”

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack?” James asked with a laugh, turning away from his best friend’s retreating back and looking down at his boyfriend.

“Me?” Regulus asked indignantly, feigning offense. “You’re the one who grabbed my scarf this morning.”

“It smells like you,” James replied, almost petulantly. The words were confident, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Regulus smiled up at him, a soft, knowing thing that was reserved only for James, before grabbing each end of the offending scarf in each of his fists. He tugged roughly, yanking James’ head down until their lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“Meet me in my dorm at lunch and you can earn it back,” Regulus said suggestively, before pulling James into a deep kiss. There was the distant, unmistakable sound of Sirius choking on his pumpkin juice behind them, but James could hardly hear it, all of his senses honing in on the feel of Regulus’ tongue against his own. His focus was solely on the promise of what was to come. “But right now I need it back, or I won’t hear the end of it from Slughorn.”

James whined as they broke apart, but he let Regulus pull the fabric from around his neck, and watched as Regulus turned to walk away with nothing more than a wink.

“Stop staring at my little brother,” Sirius said, walking back up to James and smacking him in the back of the head. “We’re going to be late for transfiguration.”

“But he’s so p—”

“If I have to hear you tell me that he’s pretty one more time, I’m gonna hit you again.”

James huffed out a laugh, but obediently followed Sirius to class in silence anyway.

He spent the rest of the morning keeping his thoughts to himself, the ones of a pretty pale body writhing beneath his touch, of pretty pink lips and pretty grey eyes.

Lunch didn’t come nearly fast enough.

[my-castles-crumbling]

football - jegulus microfic - september 1 - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Self-consciously, Regulus pulled at the large jersey on his body, looking around the crowd as he walked to the front of the stands.

He'd never been to a football game before. Never in his life had he been interested in any sort of sports. But the moment James had kissed him softly, pressing him against the door of his car, and handed him the red-and-gold shirt with 'Potter' emblazoned on the back, he'd quite forgotten how to think.

"Wear it? Watch me play tomorrow?" James had asked, looking down at him with hope shining in his eyes.

And all he could do was nod mutely, trying not to melt.

So now here he was, at a fucking football game, sitting in the stands uncomfortably.

At first, he regretted coming. Though he dragged Barty along and his friend seemed to be completely at ease, Regulus was nervous. This was not his scene, and he didn't understand anything about what was happening.

But the moment James's name was announced, his heart leapt to his throat and he began to clap loudly, doing his best not to cheer like an idiot. And when the older boy turned, seemingly scanning the crowd for something, and his eyes locked with Regulus's, he pointed at him with a grin.

And suddenly, Regulus was quite excited to be there.

[onehundredfoxess]

12 / prison break / 312 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

“We’re not staying in here,” Andrew said with a scowl, walking to the cell door and glancing down the hallway at the roaming police officers.

Neil choked back a laugh. “You’re not really planning to stage a prison break, are you? We’re only here for one night.”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “This is fucking county jail.”

“Fine, jail break. It’s still only one night.”

“I hate you.”

Neil hummed, forcing back one of those smiles that seemed to surface every time Andrew said those words — the words that Neil knew to be untrue, a cover for whatever feelings were really bubbling there under the surface.

If Andrew hated him, Neil was sure that he wouldn’t have started the bar fight that landed them both in that very cell.

“That guy wasn’t even hitting on me,” Neil argued again. “You didn’t have to punch him.”

“You’re obtuse,” Andrew said plainly. “You wouldn’t know flirting if it hit you in the face with an exy racquet.”

“You have hit me in the face with an exy racquet .”

“You were an idiot then too,” Andrew said, but the corner of his lip tipped up, like he was holding onto the memory of the disastrous practice, bringing it to the surface for Neil to remember too.

To remember the way Andrew took care of Neil after it had happened; Andrew changing the ice packs on his head and refreshing the bandages where the skin had broken.

“That was your way of flirting with me?” Neil asked, though hindsight had already told him the truth of that weeks ago. There was something established between them now, even without labels or vulnerable confessions.

Andrew scowled at Neil. “Shut up and help me find something to pick this lock with.”

Neil didn’t bother to hide his grin at Andrew’s deflection, before standing up and helping him to scour the jail cell for lock picks.

[cassetteinability]

6 / kaleidoscope / 217 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

tw: incest

“Reggie,” Sirius urged, nudging his brother gently. They had fallen asleep outside, beneath the arcing branches of the willow tree in their backyard after a long night of stargazing.

The night had been unseasonably warm, and Sirius could never turn down a request from Regulus to lay beneath their namesake stars, but now…

The sun was just barely cresting the horizon, the sky turning from deep blue to a kaleidoscope of colors, this bright array of pinks and oranges, and Sirius didn’t want Regulus to miss it.

“Baby, wake up,” Sirius urged again, this time pressing his lips to the side of Regulus’ neck, to the hinge of his jaw. He trailed kisses down his bare flesh until he was nipping at the muscle there, at the place where it met his shoulder.

“Siri,” Regulus moaned, back arching into Sirius’ touch as it always did, lower lip sucked between perfect teeth. “Baby…”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sirius said, pressing one last kiss to Regulus’ cheek before laying back down beside him. “Look at the sunrise.”

Only a split second passed before Regulus’ eyes snapped open and he sucked in a sharp gasp.

“Beautiful, huh?” Sirius asked, grinning at his brother.

“Yes,” Regulus agreed, taking his eyes off the sky to roll over and climb on top of Sirius. “You are.”

[emlovessid]

september 29, 190 words @taylorswiftmicrofic confess // @wolfstarmicrofic magic

"Hey, Sirius?" Remus asks as they walk back to Sirius' flat after dinner one night, feeling so anxious he's worried he might actually be sick.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess," he blurts, the words coming out so fast they all merge into one.

Sirius stops walking, though doesn't untangle their fingers. "Okay. Is this where you tell me you're actually married and I'm your mistress?"

Remus can't help but laugh, "No, no. Definitely not married. I don't really know how to say this so I'm just going to be blunt and get it over with...I can do magic."

"Oh, neat! Me too."

Of all the scenarios that have gone through Remus' mind over the last few months – when he realised that he actually really liked the Muggle he'd hooked up with, and they were rapidly moving from 'just shacking up' into 'actually dating' territory – this was not one of them.

"Wait, what? You can?"

Nodding excitedly, Sirius starts walking again, pulling Remus along beside him as he says, "Yeah, I'll show you when we get back to mine. Wait 'til you see this card trick I can do."

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Mircro Fic - @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt 28: thread - 259 words

It’s a dangerous game they’re playing, but they’re tipsy and his inhibitions are gone and Remus simply can’t help himself.

Face to face, noses almost brushing, pushing the definition of platonic to the point they may have crossed the line but neither have admitted it yet.  It’s like tugging at a thread, not knowing if it will guide him like Theseus to Ariadne, or simply unravel everything they have.

Grey eyes hold his gaze, glinting in the low light. Pretty doesn’t do him justice. Sirius is beautiful in the way a storm is - hypnotic and tempestuous and breathtaking and Remus is powerless in the face of it.

Sirius reaches up, thumb brushing softly along Remus’ cheek like there's something on his face but Sirius’ touch lingers.  It’s like a game of chess with Sirius waiting, watching for Remus to make the next move, daring him to tug at the thread a little more.  

Embolden by the night. Remus nudges Sirius back. One step, two steps. Until they hit the sofa and he can use the momentum to push Sirius down, straddle his lap

Sirius’ hands are on Remus’ hips, rooting them together as Remus’ fingers tangle in his hair, tugging them close enough that he can feel Sirius’ warm breath on his lips. It’s checkmate and Sirius succumbs, closing the fraction of distance between them.

As Sirius' lips trace his jawline, down the juncture of his neck and shoulder, Remus decides rather selfishly, that if this does unravel their relationship, it will have been worth it for this moment.

[sweetmoonlight7]

17. Arcade

october 17 | jegulus | @taylorswiftmicrofic | wc: 286

It's no surprise to anyone that Regulus and his brother had not had a very fun childhood.

In fact, it was common knowledge in their friend group. Due to this his lovely boyfriend had been trying to give him as many "childhood" memories as he could.

They had gone to the pools in summer, ice skating in the winter, apple picking, carved pumpkins, anything that his boyfriend deemed was necessary.

The latest thing on his list was to go to the arcade. Obviously, Regulus wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He had seen them in shows and of course, passed by some on his way to school or work from time to time. However, he had always thought that it would be less...eccentric than what is shown.

Unfortunately, it is not.

Everywhere they passed there were unsupervised kids running around, machines going off, and the distant yells of some kid's parents reminding them not to go too far off.

So yes, this is normally not something he would enjoy.

Normally, he would leave and complain about how bad that was.

Except it wasn't.

Not really.l, because the entire time that he was there James made sure to make him comfortable.

They also ran around like little kids trying to play every game they could. On top of that James made it his mission to win Regulus every single toy they passed by to the point where the mountain of toys was taller than him.

So when they left and James turned around and asked him "How was it" with a splitting smile that threatened to blind him, he could do nothing else but smile back and say it was perfect.

[coyotelip]

starchaser (+ onesided moonwater) microfic: salt, hypnotized || MCD || @into-the-jeggyverse @taylorswiftmicrofic || wc: 687

Every Saturday, the same man comes to the restaurant. 

They are a fairly prestigious restaurant, so regular customers are not uncommon, but this man is particularly eye-catching. He is always dressed in a perfectly tailored suit over a black shirt. In fact, all of his clothes are black, which suits his pale skin and black hair. He books a table for the same time, arrives exactly 5 minutes earlier, orders the same dish with the same wine. 

He is always alone.

This sets him apart from others, because such prestigious places are used for dates or meetings with partners to impress. However, it seems that the man has no one to impress. He is sitting at a far table under a painting of a forest landscape, eating his meal slowly and with manners and watching the candles on the table. 

He seems to be hypnotized, sometimes he can take a sip of wine and roll it around in his mouth, watching the flame at the end of a long candle for a couple of minutes. 

Remus is equally hypnotized by these moments, but it's not the candle, it's this man, his slow and graceful movements. And although he is dressed in black, he acts on Remus like a flame on a moth. He wants to get closer, wants to hear his voice and smell his cologne. 

However, the man's table is not assigned to him, and Remus does not even get the opportunity to ask if he needs some water or the bill, or to say bon appetit or good evening. 

So he stays in the corner, hypnotized by the unattainable flame, running through hundreds of questions in his head and wondering why. 

◇◇◇

Every Saturday, Regulus comes to their place. He comes to their restaurant, at their time, sits at their table, orders their favorite dish, and spends exactly the same amount of time as it took James on their first date to charm Regulus completely. Thirty-three minutes.

He recalls how the wine tasted the sweetest on those evenings together, how everything around them disappeared for him, and they existed in their own bubble, sharing events in their lives, discussing colleagues and friends. They met their anniversaries, birthdays, and celebrated promotions at work here.

James proposed to him here. At this table, with a bottle of this wine, five years ago. He hid the ring in the salt and made Regulus laugh with this incredible performance.

“Oh, I think the salad is under-salted today... Mm, something is wrong with this saltine, could you please take a look, dear?”

“Oh my god, it's probably just empty, call the waiter and they'll replace it”

“I don't want to bother them with something so stupid, but look, for me?” James' big eyes does wonders on Regulus, so he couldn't refuse and took the salt in his hands, unscrewing the lid.

Only to find a silver engagement ring with an emerald inside instead of salt.

Four years ago, they got married.

Three years ago, they bought a house on the outskirts of town because James wanted Regulus to have a studio at home.

Two years ago, their house burned down with everything inside. With James inside.

And the most painful thing was that Regulus was left with nothing, not a single thing, because the house had everything. He didn't care about the documents or his studio, all of which could be repaired with money. However, he did care about the things they had earned together, about their photos and books with notes, about gifts from his husband, about his things. He cared about James's body, which remained there, right in front of the door, because he hadn't managed to get out before he lost consciousness.

Regulus was left with only memories, and he decided to drown himself in them, finding no other way out.

And every Saturday he came to their restaurant, sat down at their table and ordered their meal, hypnotized by the candle in front of him, begging for the little flame to swallow him up and take him away with it, just as it had once taken James away from him.

[mycalamitouslov3]

Black | @taylorswiftmicrofic | word count: 281

Regulus watched as the flames licked across every surface, crawled up all the walls, and mercilessly swallowed every object in site with a wolfish grin. It looked like perfect chaos. Madness. It almost made the young boy laugh. But no, that would have to wait. First, Regulus had to make a swift exit out of his mothers’ kitchen window, discarding an empty bottle of gasoline on the floor.

The moment his feet hit the concrete; Regulus ran as fast as his legs would carry him only to collapse at the doorstep of the Potters.

--

“Monty!” Euphemia Potter calls for her husband in horror. Regulus was unconscious on their doorstep.

“Yes! Yes? I'm here darli- oh...oh no.”

–

Regulus gasps, shooting up from his sleep frantically, grabbing at soft cotton sheets. Where was he? Who's bed was this? And why was it bright red? Regulus pulled a face at the covers.

As you can tell, Regulus had many questions that only doubled once he heard a voice.

James Potter, in all his glory and (golden snitch printed shorts?), was leaning on the bedroom door frame with a mug of what smelled like black coffee placed in his hands. He takes a sip. Although it was more of a slurp, really, making Regulus' skin crawl.

Out of all three Potters, he just had to wake up to see this one.

"Do you want to say anything or ask me about-"

James began to say until the sour faced boy put his head back onto his pillow and said, "Get out.”

Because in that moment Regulus had realised the one fault in his plan that he missed.

Having to live with James Potter.

Shit.

[onehundredflamingos]

29 / confess | raw / 400 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“Regulus!” James all but shouted, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth as the younger boy turned to face him. James felt a blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks, even behind his splayed fingers.

“Go on,” Sirius said, nudging James from behind. “This is fun, right?”

James scowled at Sirius, regretting ever trying to convince him to confess his feelings for Remus. Perhaps drugging his pumpkin juice with veritaserum was the wrong way to go about it.

Not that he had anticipated Sirius catching on and swapping their drinks the second James looked away.

“Yes?” Regulus asked, eyebrow raised in confusion, even as his lips were tipped downward in irritation. “Did you need something?”

James made some sort of incoherent sound behind his hand before stomping his foot in frustration.

Regulus looked at Sirius in question.

“What was that, Jamie?” Sirius asked with a grin before reaching up to pull his hand away from his mouth. “Tell him again.”

“You!” James said, voice raising to a shout once more like an absolute idiot. He was embarrassed and nervous, his raw emotions right there on his sleeve for Regulus to see. “I love you.”

Sirius snorted beside him, while Regulus’ face worked through countless emotions, from surprise to disbelief to curiosity.

“I would really like to take you out,” James said, the words tumbling out of him unbidden. Every thought he had was rushing out like an ocean current that he was incapable of holding at bay. He only hoped they’d stop before he really made an arse of himself. “We can go to Hogsmeade today or we can fly together on the quidditch pitch. Or I can just take you up to my dorm and we can—”

“James!” Regulus cut him off, thank Merlin. “Yes, okay,” he added quickly. “Let’s go to Hogsmeade. I’d—I’d like that.”

James was worried for a single moment that Regulus was conceding solely to quiet his ranting, but by the matching blush tinging his cheeks, James knew that couldn’t be true. Regulus actually wanted James to take him out.

James didn’t bother trying to hide his grin as he closed the space between them.

Sirius hummed from behind him. “I guess the veritaserum wasn’t such a bad idea,” he mused as he reached out and clasped his hand in Remus’. “Come on Moony. We have a first date to go on too.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

hotel - Jegulus - September 6th - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 229 - slightly NSFW

"I don't usually do this," James says as he finally takes a moment to breath, to think, to step back and stare at the beautiful man under him on the bed.

It all happened so fast. From the club, to the bathroom, to the cab, to the hotel, it was all decisions no thought, fueled by a need to both be with this man and to not leave him. His body and mind were somehow drawn to him in a way that was indescribable, a burning sensation so strong he couldn't deny it, and it was mirrored in the other's eyes.

But he didn't usually do this. He wasn't one for one-night-stands and he was usually methodical with his wooing. So to move so fast now was a whirlwind. And now that he was taking a moment to think, he was terrified of the fallout.

"Then why are you here?" the man underneath him asked slyly, biting his lip, black curls falling perfectly on the white pillowcase, grey eyes staring into his soul.

"Because you are," he responded without thinking. He would go anywhere the other man was.

"Good," Regulus whispered, arms reaching up to snake around his neck, pulling him down so their lips were close to brushing. "Stay, then."

Somehow knowing he meant longer than just that night, a grin spread over his face, and he nodded.

[onehundredfoxess]

31 / help / 335 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

“Come help me,” Neil called to Andrew from the living room. He was standing in front of a bare wall, bits of painters tape criss-crossing over itself and mapping out a future gallery wall.

Andrew simply stood and stared at his boyfriend, wondering how exactly he needed his help wrecking the walls of their new apartment.

“Hold this up in the center,” Neil instructed, ignoring Andrew’s bored expression and handing him a framed photo. “I want to see how it looks before I put a nail in the wall.”

“No,” Andrew said flatly, noticing what the photo was of. It was a newspaper cutout of Andrew, a candid photo of him playing exy.

Of course Neil wanted an exy gallery wall in their living room. Idiot.

“Yes,” Neil refuted. “It’s the first news article after you went pro!”

Andrew felt something tighten in his chest at the thought behind the choice, at the way Neil had always been so undeniably supportive. Sentimental idiot, Andrew corrected himself, still hating the photo.

“I’ll return the bedspread,” Neil conceded. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited to see if Andrew would cave.

Andrew just stared back at him. It was an exy bedspread.

“And the shower curtain.”

An exy shower curtain.

“And the dishes.”

“You bought exy dishes?” Andrew asked in exasperation.

Neil sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, looking only mildly sheepish about all of his exy-themed purchases.

“Return everything that makes this place look like a fucking gift shop,” Andrew said, finally stepping forward and holding the photo of him in place against the wall. He looked back to gauge Neil’s reaction to the placement, and was surprised to see one of his rare, soft smiles.

Affection and pride battled for dominance in Neil’s eyes, and Andrew thought he might hang ten pictures of himself on that wall if it kept that look on his boyfriend’s face.

As long as it was the only exy decor in the apartment, that is.

[cassetteinability]

1 / stitches / 156 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

tw: incest - sirius/regulus

“Stop moving, or I’m gonna end up tearing the stitches,” Regulus chastised, wiping a warm cloth across Sirius’ face. Another disagreement with their father had ended up with Regulus needing to put more stitches in Sirius’ beautiful face.

“If they rip open, you’ll be able to fix me back up in no time,” Sirius said with a wide grin.

Regulus couldn’t help but smile back, even as he shook his head in exasperation. “There are so many other ways I’d rather be touching you,” he said. “Now hold still.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hummed. “Is that right?”

Leaning forward, Regulus pressed a deep kiss to Sirius’ lips, now that his face was free of blood, the stitches clean and tight.

“Yeah, Siri,” Regulus replied softly, getting down on his knees. “You want me to show you?”

Sirius’ eyes grew dark, pupils dilating within the circle of grey, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Reggie,” Sirius said, voice rough. “Show me.”

[emlovessid]

june 7, 345 words @taylorswiftmicrofic truth/dare @wolfstarmicrofic imaginary

“Alright, Pads. Truth or dare?” James asks with a smirk.

“Dare.”

There's a chorus of ooh's among their group of friends, who are each sprawled across couches and cushions or simply laying across the floor.

If Sirius hadn't chosen that exact moment to take a swig of his drink, he might've noticed the way James peered at a piece of familiar parchment by his side.

“I dare you to kiss whoever walks into the common room next,” James says.

And like the universe has been listening to his quiet prayers and longing gazes, the next thing Sirius hears is a voice from behind him, “Budge up, Pete.”

“Remus! So glad you could join us, how were prefect duties?” James says brightly, eyes flashing to Sirius and then back to Remus.

Settling in between Sirius and Peter on the couch, Remus shrugs, “Yeah, fine. What have I missed?”

“We're playing truth or dare,” Marlene says from where she's stretched out in front of the fire.

“And Prongs just dared Sirius to kiss whoever walked into the room next,” Peter says, and that's when Remus' eyes meet his, wide and vulnerable and oh so beautiful.

“Oh.”

“With their permission, of course,” Sirius is quick to jump in, suddenly finding it hard to swallow around the lump in his throat.

There's a moment of heavy silence, and then with a tiny nod from Remus, the imaginary voices in Sirius' mind that he's spent months suppressing rise up within him until all he can hear is his own heartbeat in his ears and an endless loop of kiss him, kiss him, kiss him.

And so he does, leaning in until he can feel Remus' breath against his lips, before a hand settles on his thigh and they come crashing together.

It's not until the following morning, when James catches him sneaking out from behind the curtains of Remus' bed and whispers, “You're welcome,” that it even crosses his mind that this was planned, that James had known exactly who was going to walk into the common room. Sneaky bastard.

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt: Butterflies - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Map - 474 words

“You know there’s a bet going about you two?” Pete had informed him a couple of weeks ago. “If one of you doesn’t say something by the end of the month I lose.”

“Isn’t that insider trading?” Remus mutters, moves his knight. “And there’s nothing to say anyway.”

"I never said who it was about," Pete says, taking Remus’ knight with his bishop and putting him in check. “I have to join five AM Quidditch practice if James wins and you know he’ll end up waking the entire dorm. I’m doing you a favour.”

*~*~*

Lily had pushed him a few days later. “I swear to god, Remus,” she muttered over their study session last week, just after Sirius had reluctantly peeled himself from Remus’ side to meet James. “One of you needs to hurry up and pull your head out of your ass.”

Remus stares pointedly at his charms notes, ignoring Lily’s exasperated sigh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

*~*~*

But what pushes him over the edge is a trip to Madam Pomfrey. “Sirius not with you today, dear?” she'd asked innocently while preparing a pain potion because his knee's playing up again.

Remus gives a small shrug, “He doesn't have to come with me.”

“I know, but you know how he worries,” she says simply, glancing over her shoulder to smile softly at him. “He cares about you a lot.”

He isn’t sure why that was the last straw. Maybe because he values Poppy’s judgement more than most. Or maybe because he knows she doesn’t have some ulterior motive. And if even she is picking up on something, then maybe his little crush isn't as unrequited as he thought.

*~*~*

The issue is that Sirius is such a sociable creature. Remus has been studying the map periodically and in the past three days, there hasn’t been a moment when Remus has been able to get Sirius alone. 

That is until now. For the first time since he decided to take a chance on this, Sirius’ name is hovering alone on the map.

Adrenaline kicking in, he shoves the map into his robes, takes a deep breath to steady himself but it does nothing to quash the butterflies in his stomach.

James’ gaze flickers up from the essay he’s working on. “Where’re you off to in such a hurry?”

Remus tries to give a casual shrug. “Nowhere. Just need to ask Pads about some homework stuff.”

“Homework stuff?” James repeats. “That’s what they’re calling it these days?”

“Shuddup,” he mutters, face flushing as grabs his wand from where it lies idly on the bed.

“Good luck with the homework stuff!” James' voice calls as the door slams shut behind Remus.

Map clutched tightly in his hands, Remus follows the path to Sirius, prays no one intercepts them on the way. It’s now or never.

[sweetmoonlight7]

1. Married

October 1 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - wc: 210

Marriage.

The word had never had any real meaning to Regulus.

It wasn't a declaration of love or at the very least happiness. No, most of the time it was a show of power, wealth, and position. Nothing that actually had meaning.

His parents had gotten married young with the only purpose being that of preserving and continuing their pure blood.

Regulus (and his brother) were expected to do the same. To marry someone with enough status and of course a pure-blood heritage to continue on the Black family legacy.

Regulus thought it was stupid.

He would rather never marry over getting married to someone he didn't care about especially just to save face.

Marriage was unnecessary.

For 20 years he continued thinking that way.

Then he met James... or well fell in love with him.

He woke up to see James every morning and fell asleep beside him every night.

And it was perfect. He was perfect and beautiful and all of a sudden getting married didn't seem horrible.

He thought about getting to keep James as his and in turn be James's for the rest of their lives. It was a constant thought in his head.

So he gave in. He went out with Sirius (unfortunately James's best friend) and Pandora and picked out a ring.

It was perfect he thinks and from Sirius's expression his brother thought so too.

Now he just had to figure out how to give it to James but when he thought about that it didn't worry him because he knew James would say yes. He knew that James loved him as much as he loved him and that their idea of marriage was the same now.