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April - Day 25: Headlights
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@jegulus-microfic // april 9 // prompt: heart // words: 767
The room is sort of hazy, smoke curling at the edges of James’ vision. His eyes are trained on Regulus, on the way smoke unfurls in front of him, drifting out from between his parted lips.
James wants to taste it, wants to inhale the smoke straight from Regulus’ mouth. He wonders what Regulus would taste like, if the sweetness of his tongue would linger on the smoke. James would take anything Regulus wanted to give him, really.
Except. Well.
As soon as Regulus realizes James’ eyes are on him, he stubs the joint out on a little dish and pushes himself out of his chair with a mighty roll of his eyes.
James would take anything Regulus wanted to give him, except Regulus seems to hate his guts.
James can’t help himself. He pushes away from the wall he was leaning against, abandoning Peter mid- conversation, and ignores the indignant squawk Peter lets out as a result. James follows, cutting through the room to beat him to the door and blocking the way with his entire body.
James is probably going to regret this, but he’s been turning it over and over in his mind and he genuinely can’t think of a single reason why Regulus looks at him the way he does. It’s not even disinterest. It is pure, cold contempt.
“Why do you hate me so much? What about me is so intolerable that you can barely stand to look at me?” I’ll change it in a the beat of a heart goes unsaid.
“It’s nothing, James,” Regulus says. He always says his name like that, like he’s tired down to his bones.
“It’s clearly something if my very presence is enough to piss you off like that!”
“Just let it go.”
“I won’t let it go! Is it the way I talk? Too much and too loud? Or the way I dress? Come on, Regulus. Tell me what it is so I can change it.”
“You don’t need to change anything.”
“Oh, so it’s just me, then? All of me?” James gestures down at his body. Regulus’ eyes follow the movement, grey snagging on his hands as he makes a sweeping motion.
“No, I don’t—” A frustrated sound escapes his throat, spills into the room, which is suddenly very silent. Music floats from the speaker, but the volume is so low, it’s barely there.
James looks away from Regulus and notices that all his friends are staring at him. Sirius, with a bottle of beer half-way raised to his mouth. Peter, head tilted in consideration, a calculating look in his eye. Remus and Lily are halted mid-conversation, gaping at James and Regulus and the distinct lack of space between their bodies.
“James, please, just…” Regulus sounds tired again.
He takes a step back, then two, trying to give Regulus space to breathe. James ignores the way his own breath stutters in his lungs.
“Sorry, I’ll just— Yeah.” James makes a vague gesture towards the kitchen, thinking he might find a bottle of beer to drown himself in. The room is still silent, but James doesn’t dare to look, knowing what he’ll find in his friends’ eyes: pity.
Before he can get too far though, a pale hand, soft and warm where it brushes against James’ skin, grabs the collar of his shirt, yanking him down to be at eye-level with Regulus.
“You never let me finish my sentence,” he says, loud enough that everyone can hear it. “I don’t hate you, James. I just can’t fucking think when you’re around.”
It takes a second for James to hear the words and translate them into something he understands. Then another for James to briefly re-assess every interaction he has ever had with Regulus. And another for the world to take shape around him again in startling shades of blue.
“You like me,” he says. It’s not a question, but Regulus nods regardless.
With the fingers he still has curled in the collar of James’ shirt, Regulus tugs him closer still, the space between them shrinking until their lips are just shy of touching.
James doesn’t dare to breathe. He has static between his ears and stars in his eyes as he looks at Regulus, close enough that he can finally count all his lashes. James shifts his hands to cup Regulus’ face.
“Please.” It spills in the space between them. A universe at his fingertips. Their lips meet and the room erupts in cheers, but James doesn’t hear it, too caught in the kiss. He’ll take anything Regulus wants to give him, after all.
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Jegulus Prompt: Heart
09.04.24, @jegulus-microfic
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James drives after the ambulance at the speed of light.
After Regulus suddenly collapsed while cooking and James could do nothing more than wait for the ambulance, it now feels like an eternity until he arrives at the hospital.
There he has to wait what feels like years until a doctor speaks to him.
"So you're Mr Black's flatmate?"
"Yes... So no, so yes, but I'm his friend. So his... we're engaged."
"I see, okay. So Mr Black is stable at the moment, but we're still keeping him here to find out what happened."
James jumps up from his chair and replies, almost shouting:
"So he's conscious again? Is he asleep? Can I see him? Oh God, I have to call Sirius!"
The doctor smiles slightly: "He's in room 59"
James runs off in the direction of the room in question and rushes straight in.
There he sits.
Regulus with a glass of water in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other.
He immediately looks towards the door and smiles as soon as he recognises him. James immediately runs to him, puts both hands in Regulus' face and looks him up and down. Regulus immediately sees the tears in his eyes.
"Are you okay? You feel good? Hello Love!"
Regulus smiles: "I'm fine James"
"You just... Collapsed. In the middle of the kitchen. You didn't wake up. Oh, I thought you were having a heart attack or a stroke or a seizure! Did they say anything?"
Regulus puts the glass down and puts his hands on James, which are still on his face.
"Im fine, James. I told you my circulation isn't good sometimes. I'll just eat some chocolate now and then I'll be fine."
James exhales with relief.
"Are you sure? Just circulation problems? Because... I... I don't know what would have happened if you...if you hadn't woken up. My heart wouldn't have made it. I can't do any of this without you, love." He presses a kiss to Regulus' forehead.
"You don't have to, Jamie. I'm here. I'll always be here. As long as you let me."
The tears flow from James' eyes, he leans forward and buries his face in the crook of Regulus' neck. They stay like that for a while. Regulus runs his fingers through James' hair as he clings to him. Later the doctor arrives, says that it was really just the circulation and they go home, but James doesn't let go of Regulus for a second. He wants to savour every moment with him, to feel, see, sense and hear him for as long as he can. Once again, this fear has shown him that everything he needs is already in his arms, sleeping peacefully.
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Day 9 - heart
CW - none :)
Words - 65
Will you be my valentine?” the words witten on a red paper heart that james had cut ot himself, stared up at james, seeming woefully simple. Regulus was a poet, a writer, he wasnt going to settle for something so simple. With a sigh, james erased the words with a quick spell. If he was going to ask regulus out it had to be perfect.
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8. Devotion
@jegulus-microfic | April 8: devotion | word count: 223
Regulus had always believed he was hard to love.
Everyone who got close to him had come out hurt. He held on to things too tightly, too intensely. It was no use loving him.
None of his relationships had ever worked out. It was always too much or not enough. His inability to let go at the same time as not opening up made it difficult to reassure anyone that he truly did love him.
There was only one person who had ever been able to handle him and that was James.
James who loved and cared with so much devotion.
James who never held it against him when he was hurt.
To him it never mattered if someone hurt him, he stayed.
So even when Regulus would push him away in fear of hurting him James came back. When Regulus felt like no one would ever love him with all his faults James did. He was patient and caring and everything Regulus had thought he could never have.
Even back at the beginning of their relationship. Back when Regulus had been worried about possibly hurting James or him leaving. He had always stayed.
And now?
Now there was no doubt in his mind that James loved him and always would.
Regulus wasn’t difficult to love. He never had been. Not for James.
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prompt: devotion (april 8th). 1,369 words. @jegulus-microfic. cw: mentions of murder/blood
James shuffles side-to-side as he rehearses the words in his head, wondering whether the rumpled flowers in his hand will be enough for Regulus to forgive him. They’re his favorite, of course—dahlias, acquired earlier that morning, but James can still picture Regulus giving them one look and tossing them away.
“Regulus, I’m sorry,” he says. Or—
“—Regulus, I’m sorry. Regulus. I’m sorry.”
He keeps his voice low—low enough that James knows it won’t be audible through the front door of Regulus’ apartment. Under the sound of his muttered words, his heart is beating fast, thunk, thunk, thunk. Whether it’s quickened because of Regulus, or because he’s nervous, James isn’t quite sure.
But, when the door finally opens after a series of determined knocks, revealing a slightly-disheveled Regulus, his heart seems to stop for a second. Regulus has a determined sort-of look in his eyes, and a shiver runs up James’ spine.
“Reg—“
“James, I’m sorry,” Regulus says. “Now really isn’t the best time.”
At that, James’ stomach flips a little, thinking of the speech he’d prepared. Regulus, I’m sorry. The date with Frank—it was a mistake. You know how I feel about you. You know that, under any other circumstance, I’d hardly think about going out with someone else—
And it falls away at the tip of his tongue. Regulus Black apologizing?
“I just,” James starts. The flowers are still clutched in his hand. “Can we talk? Inside, for a moment?”
Something flashes in Regulus’ eyes, and he starts to shake his head, his curls bouncing slightly.
“—I know,” James cuts him off, before he can say anything else. “Bad time. But Reg, I’msosorry.”
It comes out far less elegant than James had pictured it. Still, Regulus hasn’t shut the door in his face, so James figures he’s doing something right.
“I never would have gone out with Frank if I hadn’t—if you weren’t—“
Regulus raises an eyebrow, as though he’s telling James to tread carefully. “—Iwantedtomakeyoujealous.”
Fuck me, James thinks. He’s really bad at all this confessing stuff. Still, it’s out, and that’s better than James has done in the past. He has a history of flirting terribly with crushes, only to never speak the unspoken. And the date with Frank had just been a bad idea, too. James could still see the expression on Regulus’ face after he’d caught him and Frank at the restaurant, going all pouty through the window.
Fortunately, a smile starts to spread across Regulus’ face. An actual smile. His eyes flicker from the dahlia’s in James’ hands, and up to his face, to the hand running nervously through his hair, and something seems to flip.
“Jealous?” He teases, leaning up against the doorframe. “What makes you think I’d be jealous of Frank Longbottom?
At Regulus’ expression, James resists the urge to roll his eyes. James might like to play aloof, but he isn’t, really. He’s terribly obsessive, actually, and has been with Regulus for the better part of a year.
Fortunately, Regulus hasn’t turned him away yet.
“Well,” James says. “Call it an instinct.”
“And you would say your instincts are good?”
“Yes. Generally speaking,” James answers.
The gears seem to be turning in Regulus’ head at the reply, the cool of the night air surely sweeping into the house.
After a few moments of silence, James asks, “Can I come in?”
The same expression remains upon Regulus’ face—what seems to be disbelief—before something seems to flip.
“Sure,” Regulus states, voice cold. “Yes, you can come in. Just—”
The door shuts. It’s probably a minute of silence on the other side before James hears him undo the chain on the other side, and open the door completely.
“I’ll get some water for the flowers,” Regulus says, voice in that some stone-like tone. “Take a seat.”
It’s more a demand than a request, though James has no place to argue. He takes a seat at Regulus’ countertop—cool and marble—and holds the flowers dutifully.
Regulus comes back with a vase, black like the dahlias, and sets them upon their side. Then, he pulls out a pair of shears, and sets them next to the vase. For pruning, James thinks.
“Champagne?”
James nods instantly, thinking of the reprieve a bit of liquid courage might bring. He still feels as if every glance of Regulus’ eyes is burning his skin in judgement. Or in something else he can’t quite put his finger on.
Wandering away from the counter, Regulus takes his time pulling out a bottle of Moet and two flutes. The champagne opens with a pop (over the sink, of course, because Regulus is the tidiest person James knows) and Regulus pours two foaming glasses, setting one in front of James.
When James finally curls his fingertips around the glass, he drinks half the pour in one sip. Somehow, the two of them manage to operate in solitude without any awkwardness—part of the reason James is so in love with Regulus in the first place.
Regulus takes a sip of his own, and then begins to snip away the ends of the dahlias, setting each of them into the vase.
“Talk,” he says, and James does.
“I don’t know when it started, really, because I think I’ve always been in love with you…”
He recalls, first, with how they met. How he’d felt when he first saw Regulus walk into the room at Sirius’ birthday, some sort of angel touching down on earth. Regulus seems to think it’s funny, because a small smile graces the corners of his lips at the memory, and James continues.
While talking, he can’t quite bring himself to look at Regulus, and so his eyes search everywhere else. They search Regulus’ fingers as they unweave flowers from the bouquet, snipping away the bad bits with a snip. They search the dim light of the kitchen, lit almost-romantic, searching little details about Regulus’ life he hadn’t picked up on the few other times he’d been to the apartment.
There’s a painting, hanging in the living room, that James hadn’t noticed before. Or a stack of books, in the corner, of which James wishes desperately to know the contents. Or in the hall, chased almost entirely in shadow, where there’s a hint of red scattered over the floor, perhaps a carpet—
“James?” Regulus interrupts.
He’s stopped trimming the flowers. Instead, the black dahlias are pulled into a perfect arrangement. Perfectly planned.
James realises he’d stopped talking.
“Sorry,” he says. “Lost my train of thought.”
Suddenly, his throat seems rather—parched.
“Water?”
Regulus tilts his head to the side. “Please. Glasses are above the sink.”
James manages up out of the chair, his limbs feeling heavier than he’d been before his monologue. Love, he supposes, does that to you.
He manages to make it to the sink, everything feeling a bit hazier by the second, and turn on the tap for a glass of water. It’s only when he’s dipped the glass just under the faucet that things start to feel a bit—wrong.
There’s a bit too much red in the sink, isn’t there?
James’ eyes flicker back to the hall, back to where his gaze had lingered just a moment before. He can’t quite—can’t quite see it, but he thinks—
“James?” Regulus interrupts, again.
His eyes snap back down to the sink. Then, to the knife block. Back to the sink. A bit too much red, he thinks, again.
And he realizes, then, that it hadn’t been a carpet at all.
“Are you okay?” Regulus continues.
It'd been Frank.
“Reg—what did you do?”
James hates how his voice seems to come out a bit pathetic.
The expression on Regulus’ face flickers, for a moment. The false kindness. Then, suddenly, it falls away, and James feels as though he’s looking at an entirely different person. He’s not sure he wants to look away.
“Thank you,” Regulus says. “For your platitudes of devotion.”
There’s a speck of blood, by his ear. James can see it now—now that he’s so close.
“I hope you’ll thank me for mine.”
Before the world goes black, James can feel Regulus’ hands wrap fast around him.
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devotion - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 142
"Will Potter be joining us this evening?" Barty drawled, his head rested in Evan's lap.
"To watch the film? No, he's much too busy with his other boyfriend," Regulus quipped, rolling his eyes and settling in the armchair in his and James's living room.
"Oi!" James yelled from the kitchen, his voice full of resentment.
But from his place in his chair, Regulus could see James, his broomstick on the kitchen table, pots and jars of polish spread out over every available surface. James, himself, was staring at the broomstick in question with such devotion it was like he was in love, and when Barty sat up to adjust, he grinned, taking in the picture before him.
"Remember when he looked at you like that?" he stage-whispered to Regulus.
"Fuck off," both James and Regulus retorted, rolling their eyes at each other.
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Prompt 8 - Devotion
@jegulus-microfic April 8, Word count 363
Regulus was enjoying a good book in his book nook. James had insisted on building him his own comfortable space. It had floor-to-ceiling bookcases crammed full of books. James had built a little window seat that looked out into the garden and the cherry blossom tree. Regulus spent hours in there, reading or just staring out the window.
He heard the front door open as James came back from the shops.
“You home, love?” James called into the house. Regulus put his finger in his book to keep his page.
“Yes, I’m reading.” He called back. James wouldn’t respond. If Regulus was reading, James tended to leave him alone.
Regulus settled back into his window seat and opened his book. He sniffed. A strong, almost unpleasant scent hit his nostrils. He sniffed again but couldn’t smell anything. He shrugged his shoulders, deciding he must have imagined it. A few minutes later, he smelled it again, and this time, it hung around. It was a strange mix of woodsy and floral. He didn’t like it.
“James?” He called from his nook. “James?” James came up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“Yes, love?” He grinned as he popped his head around the corner. The smell followed him.
“Did you test scents at Boots again?” Regulus wrinkled his nose.
“Yes!” He beamed. “It’s a new one called Devotion. Do you like it?” Regulus pulled his jumper collar up over his nose.
“Not even a little bit. Go take a shower.” He added his sleeve to his face as well.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” James said with a mischievous grin.
“What are you plotting?” Regulus asked, shuffling back into his window seat as much as possible.
James grabbed him and rubbed himself all over Regulus, making sure the perfume coated him.
Regulus coughed as he tried to push James away.
“Go take a shower, you absolute pest!” James let him go and wandered off to the bathroom. Regulus yanked his jumper off and threw it away from himself. It still wasn’t enough.
Sighing, he put his bookmark into his book and followed James into the shower, which was probably James’s plan the entire time.
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Spring - @jegulus-microfic - Word Count - 124
Regulus had never been much of a fan of the spring, always preferring the icy cold of the winter. Which the spring ruined with it's bright flowers, and even hotter sun.
However James' favorite was the spring, he loved everything that Regulus despised about it. James liked the flowers, the sun, dragging him to the beach.
"God this is amazing" James yelled, running through the field of wildflowers. He spun around taking in the bright sun above them.
Suddenly James ran toward him, grabbing him by the shoulders, pulling him harshly into his chest. Landing a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I love this, I love you" James murmurs in between kisses.
Maybe Regulus didn't hate spring as much as he thought he did.
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devotion | @jegulus-microfic | words: 488
lavender haze
omega!Regulus/alpha!James
Regulus’s heat was imminent.
James knew so because his Omega had become progressively shorter with him over the past few hours, hissing at James for both attempting to approach him as well as getting too nearer the exit of their flat.
This left him with a very narrow window of what was allowed, so James just decided to kill time by rechecking the wards on the bedroom windows.
The tension just before the haze of a heat or rut commenced was awful; edgeplay that brought them both so close to the edge of confrontation that James almost—almost—got off on it, but not quite.
“I want that.”
James paused. He was midway through fiddling with the wards when Regulus spoke, his tone intent.
James looked over at him.
Regulus was huddled naked down in his nest arranged with surgical precision on the floor by the foot of their bed. The lining was composed of clean sheets, dirty laundry, and his scarlet Gryffindor scarf that Regulus always squirreled away under their bed until his next heat.
“Your shirt,” Regulus clarified when nothing happened.
Seriously?
James decided not to argue. Stepping back from the blocked window, the Alpha yanked his tank top off over his head. It was so hot in their flat by now that the fabric clung slightly to his skin as he did so. He tossed the shirt wordlessly into the nest he’d soon be fucking Sirius’s little brother into.
From the corner of his eye, James watched with amusement as Regulus contemplated how best to incorporate his newest treasure into the wall of his nest.
It was cute.
This went on for a few minutes and James was just starting to think better of his state of dress—he’d gone out briefly that morning to fetch more Pepper Up Potions and still had the undergarments and jeans to prove it—when a sudden keening noise from Regulus’s direction attracted his notice like a shark to blood.
“James,” Regulus groaned—an abrupt switch from the borderline scathing tone he’d used earlier to tell him the room was too cold and was James going to do something useful about that or what?
James was on him in less than two seconds, crossing the room in four strides, growling low in his throat and clutching Regulus to him with unwavering possessiveness. The Alpha kissed him over and over again as Regulus trembled finely in his arms, inhaling the scent at James’s neck as he buried his face there.
“It’s alright,” James managed to get out with the last strings of coherence available to him. Every ounce of devotion and love poured into the series of kisses he pressed to Regulus’s sweaty forehead as his Alpha mind began to crowd him out. Soon he’d have nothing left to say but obscene orders. “Let go, pretty thing. It’s alright.”
But Regulus was already gone.
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Jegulus Prompt: Devotion
08.04.24, 161 Words
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Regulus loves a lot of things.
He loves rain when he is sitting at a window, watching it patter down against the pane while he is reading a book.
He loves animals, especially cats, snakes, crocodiles and all the weird animal creatures that used to exist.
He loves freshly baked brown bread and the smell of it coming out of the oven.
He loves the night and all its marvellous stars and the abstract images they form.
Regulus also loves his friends, Pandora, Barty, Evan, and although he rarely admits it, his brother Sirius.
He loves many things, but his devotion is to only one thing in this life. Probably in every other life.
The sun that warms the air in summer.
The one that brings light into the dark.
That shines the dark thoughts out of his head.
It dazzles, but he won't complain about it.
The sun, and its personification on earth
His devotion is only to James.
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@jegulus-microfic | Day 9 - Heart | Word count: 739 | tw: vomit, human experimentation, animal death, human death (technically mcd but he gets better), descriptions of surgery on cadavers, life threatening disease, blood, body horror, gore, basically dead dove do not eat
Now, with that out of the way, I am honoured to present to you THE FRANKENSTEIN AU
Fic under the cut
They'd been ready. They'd been prepared. And yet when James finally drew his last breath, Regulus had to run across to room to empty his gut, retching till there was nothing left in him any longer. Sirius was right there by his side, rubbing circles into his back until he could finally breathe again. He'd felt a sharp pang of guilt then. James may have been his other half but if soulmates existed, then James would have been Sirius'.
Regulus manages to pull himself together. They have a short window of time before it's too late to do what they have to. The previous experiments had been successful, but Regulus didn't want to take any chances when it's James' life hanging in the balance.
Remus is there when they reach the lab. He'd been one of their first tries, back when they still didn't know what exactly they were doing or whether it would even work. But despite the scars that litter his body now and the eerie feeling of something not quite right whenever someone looked at him for any extended amount of time, it had worked.
They still don't know the how of it. When they find out about James, Regulus had spent the entire time at his side, unwilling to move even an inch while Sirius had torn up Black manor trying to find a solution, any solution to save his life. That's where he'd found it, tucked away in some long forgotten corner in the family library.
They hadn't believed it at first, wrote it off as a madman's ramblings. But as time passed and James grew worse, they had no choice but to hedge all their bets on the book in a desparate bid to save him. And it had worked. Despite all logic, it had bloody worked.
"It's time," Sirius says, handing Regulus a pair of gloves. Sirius and James might have been the geniuses who figured out how to bring the dead back to live, but no one else but Regulus could do this. He'd practiced, taken apart dead bodies over and over again till he had it down to an art while the two of them were pouring over books.
He takes a breath and lifts the scalpel. The process was simple. Cut a flap into the patient's chest, take out their heart, replace it and shock them back to life. The book said to use lightning but Sirius had figured they could just use electricity. Getting the replacement heart had turned out to be the most difficult part of the process. It had to be hunted and prepared by the receiver. James wasn't yet so weak that he had to stay on bed rest, but he was still in no condition to go hunting. In the end, they found a baby stag seperated from its mother. James' hands had shook as he raised them but they struck true.
It's almost time now. Sirius stands in the corner of the room, tapping his feet on the linoleum. Remus presents him with the open cold box and Regulus takes a deep breath. He picks up the glistening heart and places it in the gaping hole of James' chest. He threads his needle one last time and stitches James back together.
Sirius takes a step forward, stops, and says, "Are you ready?"
Regulus looks at James. He's beautiful, even now, covered in blood and guts and other bodily fluids. He's glad he has Sirius here with him, glad that he has someone who doesn't ask him whether he wants to do this but only asks when.
He nods and Sirius grabs a bunch of cables, going around James and attaching them to his body. James' blood is slick on Regulus' hands and he feels the urge to throw up again.
Sirius takes his place beside him and squeezes his hand before finally hitting the damned switch. There's no big explosions, no electricity arching through the air, only a soft buzz and then its over.
For one heart-wrenching moment, Regulus thinks that it hasn't worked. He lets out a quiet sob. It's not fair. Not after everything they've been through together. They were meant to survive this. Sirius' hands are a vice grip around him, the only thing holding him up. Regulus makes to move for him, kiss him one last time, hold him and refuse to ever let go.
And then...... James moves.
#april 9#1k words or less#by: thebisexualwreckoning#cw vomit#cw animal death#cw mcd#cw surgery#cw disease#cw blood#cw body horror#cw gore#dead dove: do not eat
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@jegulus-microfic | april 8 - devotion | 523 words
Regulus knew he was very much loved by James, he could feel it with every fiber of his being. It didn't matter how mean he was to him all the time they spent together, they had their moments. Lingering touches, unspoken agreements, unsaid words, and a love so pure it might kill Regulus one of these days.
James loved him. He loved him so much it made Regulus sick to his core. It wasn't that he didn't like being loved dearly. It was because there wasn't any room left to breathe, to think, to live. And Regulus wasn't familiar with these feelings, it was all new to him.
Whenever James kissed his lips, a part of his soul attached itself to James’s. He loved and hated every second of it.
He sometimes wished James could love him less, he thought that's how he could start loving him in his way. He thought this often, but he never talked with James about this. It wasn't that James wouldn't understand, it was because he could misunderstand Regulus and he didn't want that.
But he couldn't take it anymore.
“James,” he whispered his name while holding him in his arms, in their bed. They were lying naked under the blankets, a warm feeling corrupting his nerves.
James was more silent than ever, which was weird. He usually liked talking after having sex, being silent did not suit him, not even a bit.
James kissed under his ear, and sighed. He slowly pulled himself back, looking directly into Regulus’ eyes and taking his breath away. That's how it was easy to affect him, just one look and Regulus was done.
“Hm?”
Regulus put his hands on his cheeks and took a deep breath, he caressed James’ stubble and slowly got close to him to kiss his nose and drew himself back. James smiled softly and Regulus could swear on his life that his heart changed its rhythm.
“I don't know how to tell you this,” Regulus began, “It's something stupid.”
James kissed his cheek, and his lips afterwards. Slow and attentive. Regulus melted under him, his soul slowly getting liquified and his walls shattering one by one.
“Go ahead, love.”
Regulus didn't speak right after, he needed to think this through. Yes, James was considerate, but he was also thin-skinned when it came to Regulus and their relationship.
I think we should take a break.
Should we slow things a bit?
James, I love you but I feel like I'm not doing it my way.
I have concerns about our relationship.
James, I think we should break up.
Your devotion to me is a bit much.
You are too much.
James.
“Regulus?”
Regulus lost his train of thought and slowly came to his senses. He looked at James’s brown eyes and smiled under the dim light.
He had James, hadn't he? And that was all that mattered, they could overcome everything when they both had each other.
“I love your eyes, “ he ended up saying.
He watched James’ smile turn into a big one.
“I love yours too.”
He hoped that everything would be okay in the end.
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Day 8 - devotion
CW - crying (it’s happy crying)
Words - 197
Regulus was suspicious. James had been jittery all day and when he asked him to get dressed for a date, well… let's just say he had some idea where things were going. Still when James got down on one knee, pulled out a ring, and looked up at Regulus with a look of pure devotion, well, Regulus would be lying if he said he didn't cry.
“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” James asked, as if there was any doubt what Regulus would say.
Regulus collapsed to his knees, wrapping his arms around James' neck and pulling him into a kiss.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he responded as soon as he pulled away, tears now streaming down both of their faces.
“Of course I'll marry you,” Regulus said, letting James take the ring from the box and place it on his finger. It was a Potter heirloom and it was the most beautiful thing regulus had ever seen. The red and gold wrapping his fingers claiming regulus as James'. The two sat there crying for a little while before making their way back home, hand in hand. James and Regulus Potter.
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7. Regret
@jegulus-microfic | April 7: regret | word count: 232
cw: mcd
If Regulus had to say one thing he struggled with the most was regret.
To most, it may not seem like it but for him, it took a lot to make a decision and even after it was made he would spend days thinking about it.
He always wondered if he could have done things differently. If his choices were the reason things had gotten so bad.
Why his brother left
Why he got the mark
Why he was alone now
It was perhaps his biggest regret.
Something he looks back on even now. The one thing he will regret until the day he dies.
James.
They could have been together. Maybe they could have survived the war together. But Regulus was scared. Terrified even.
Of the possibility that if he stayed with James then he would be the cause of his death. That the death eaters or his parents would hunt them down and kill them.
So he left.
He made sure he was as far away from James when the war broke out. The further he stayed the more James would be safe.
At least that’s what was supposed to happen.
Lily
Harry
Halloween
Nothing happened in the way it was supposed to.
And that will always be his biggest regret, he left to keep him safe and that may have been what led James to his and Lily’s death.
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