"always Never"

"always never"

word count: 96

“Let me take you out for coffee.”

“No.”

“We can see a film?”

“No.”

“Stargazing?”

“Promising, but still no.”

James groaned. This was probably the millionth time Regulus had turned him down. 

“Just let me take you on a date, Reg,” James pleaded. “I’d always be good to you.”

He scanned the face of the younger boy who scoffed, “I’ll never go out with you, Potter.”

“I don’t believe in never,” James said simply, lips curling up. 

“I don’t believe in always,” Regulus countered.

“Well, opposites attract.”

“Never.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Always,” James finished, smirking.

august 8: tattoo | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 196

from the august 2023 collection

It was James’ birthday.

Regulus had gotten him a nice cologne and a pair of shoes James had been whining about for months. 

At James’ birthday party with all their friends, Regulus had given James his gift and James had loved it. Back at his flat, James told him thank you and given him a kiss.

But he didn’t know Regulus had another gift for him.

So when Regulus showed up at James’ flat unannounced and wearing his low-rise, baggy jeans that sat on his hips and a tight black crop top, he couldn’t help but smirk when James opened the door and gaped at him.

James pulled him into his flat and promptly shut the door. 

Regulus put his hands on his hips and whispered into James’ ear, “Happy Birthday, Jamie.”

Regulus saw James pupils multiply a million times in size when they stopped to gaze at Regulus’ hips. Where he had a brand new tattoo of deer antlers on each hip bone. The ends of the tattoos snuck under the waistband of Regulus’ jeans.

James dragged his gaze back up to meet Regulus’ eyes.

He held that gaze as he dropped to his knees.

Regulus studying: James coming up from behind him and wrapping his arms around Regulus: Regulus: James, what are you doing? James: I'm being your personal blanket. Regulus: ...Can you be a blanket that helps me with charms homework? James shaking his head: Blankets don't study. Regulus smiling: sigh

"with every breath"

word count: 279

“When we’re older, we should get married,” Regulus had whispered softly.

“Yeah?”James looked at his boyfriend, who had been hugging his chest as they lay in bed together. 

“Yeah.”

James pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Regulus’ head. “What kind of flowers should we have?” He asked quietly.

“Roses,” the younger boy answered. “But, only red ones, those are my favorite.”

“Anything you want, love, it’ll be yours.”

“You promise?”

“With every breath from my lungs, every kiss from my lips, and every touch from my hands, I’ll love you forever and anything you ever want, I’ll make sure it’s yours.”

“Ugh, James! Quit being such a sap!” Regulus chuckled affectionately. 

—

James smiled at the memory as tears rolled down his cheeks slowly. 

He knelt down to the ground and placed the roses he brought with him down next to him. 

James stared at the grave and the ache in his chest was all he could feel. He heaved in a shaky breath and felt a pang. 

He didn’t bother with trying to stop his tears from falling as he retrieved the old flowers and replaced them with the new ones. 

James closed his eyes and repeated the same speech he gave every time he went to see Regulus. 

“With every breath from my lungs, every tear from my eyes, and every rose from my garden, I’ll miss you until the day I leave to join you. But until then, I’ll love you now as fiercely as I did then. And every day from the year will be a reminder of a day we spent together.”

With that James left Regulus’ grave. 

Today would have been their anniversary.

august 4: sweet | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 151

prompts are from the August 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

“Moony, I seriously don’t know what it is about him, I just can’t stop thinking about him!” James exclaimed, flopping backwards onto his bed. 

James heard some shuffling then his friend’s response, “Who?”

“Regulus! He’s just so… He looked so sweet today in that black jumper,” James sighed, smiling at the mental image he’d given himself. 

Earlier, when James had seen Regulus saunter into the library, wearing that oversized jumper, he couldn’t help but stare. It’d earned him a hit over the head from Marlene, but god Regulus had looked good in that jumper.

James turned his head to peer at Remus, who hadn’t responded, and instead made eye contact with Sirius, who was curled up to Remus’ side and glaring at James.

James gulped nervously.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Care to explain, Prongs?” He asked dangerously. 

James got up and ran out of their dorm before Sirius finished his sentence.

regulus with barty and evan