July 29: Ignore | @jegulus-microfic | Word Count: 342

July 29: ignore | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 342

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Thanksgiving 1977

“Reg, love, you can’t keep ignoring me,” James pleaded with his boyfriend, who was pointedly looking anywhere but in his direction. He stood on the opposite side of the empty classroom they were in with his arms adamantly crossed. 

Regulus stayed silent, merely raising an eyebrow, giving James the go-ahead to speak. 

“Regulus…” James took a step closer to him, tucking a loose curl behind his ear, “I don’t want you to stay in that house. Please. My parents have already said they’d be more than happy to have you stay at ours. And Sirius wants you to escape before…”

“Before they inevitably force me to take the Mark.” Regulus snapped his head to glare at James as he talked. His eyes swirled with a thousand emotions that James couldn’t really put names to. “I know, James.” 

James pulled him closer to hug him. Regulus turned away from him but didn’t pull away from the embrace. 

“I-I know they’re awful, but James,” Regulus finally turned to look at him, eyes shining with tears, “they’re my parents.” He choked on a sob before continuing, “But, I know I have to leave soon.”

James rubbed his back comfortingly and whispered soft consolations as his boyfriend sobbed into his chest.

Regulus sniffed and shifted his gaze to meet James’ again. This time, James saw nothing but resolve and determination set into his eyes “This Christmas break. I’ll apparate. I’ll do it on the day before Christmas Eve. I promise.”

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New Years' Day 1978

James frantically searched the train platform for signs of his boyfriend. 

He hadn’t come on the day before Christmas Eve. 

James had been worried out of his mind. Regulus hadn’t even sent a letter to explain why he didn’t show up. 

Then, James saw a glimpse of Regulus’ black curls. He left behind his bags and sprinted to where Regulus sat on a bench, eyes trained on the ground. 

“Reg.”

Regulus lifted his head. The second he saw Regulus’ eyes, he knew.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie,” Regulus whispered.

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

"you are my person. I need you alive. you make me brave" but it's regulus writing a letter to James before he goes to the cave

July 22: intelligence | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 185

“Delete that picture, I look disgusting!” Regulus exclaimed when he saw James’ wallpaper on his phone. 

James gasped. “I think you look beautiful in that one!” James snatched his phone away from his husband to look at the picture in question. 

Regulus glared daggers at him. “James, my hair is all over the place in that picture, and you’re showing it off to the world!” He shoved James’ shoulder lightly.

“But your smile is so cute in that picture,” James cooed, poking Regulus’ cheek teasingly. 

“You’ve got the same intelligence as a rock if you think that picture makes me look cute in any way,” Regulus muttered, stealing James’ phone back and unlocking it. He waved the phone. “I’m changing it.”

James laid his head in Regulus’ lap as he searched for a picture he deemed acceptable.

After 5 minutes Regulus turned the phone to James. On the screen was one of the photos from their wedding. In the picture, James was hugging Regulus’ waist and kissing his cheek while Regulus had a big, beautiful smile on his face. 

James grinned. “That one’s perfect, love.”

artist: rajel.art 💋💋💋

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.