September 4: Sign | @jegulus-microfic | Word Count: 208

September 4: sign | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 208

Regulus was nervous.

Today was the semi-final Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Today would decide who’d be playing Gryffindor in the Championship.

Of course Regulus felt a small knot of nerves in his stomach about the match, but he knew he was the best Seeker in all of Hogwarts so he wasn’t terribly worried.

He was more nervous because this was his first match that James would be attending since they’d started dating.

Regulus knew James had a tendency for dramatics. For all he knew, James could’ve planned a song and dance. It’d already happened before, much to Regulus’ utter horror.

So when the whistle blew and the Quaffle was tossed to start the game, Regulus sped away to hover above the players on the Pitch and to see what James did this time. 

After about 2 seconds of searching, he found James. It wasn’t hard at all actually. The man was painted head-to-toe in silver and green and was over enthusiastically waving a sign in the air.

Regulus flew a little closer to read what James’ poster read. 

He groaned out loud in exasperation when he read:

DON’T HURT THAT NICE ARSE OF YOURS, REGGIE!! 

At least James didn’t do another song and dance, Regulus thought.

september 3: storm | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 107

James loved Regulus so much. Loved every part of him. But the part James loved the most was his eyes.

He loved the stormy grey depths and the just barely-there hints of blue mixed in. 

He loved Regulus’ thick, dark eyelashes that framed his eyes perfectly.

James adored the way Regulus’ eyes glowed after any time James said “I love you”. 

He especially loved the intensity in  Regulus’ gaze when they were tangled up in each other. 

But above it all, there was nothing in the world that could match the pure joy and love in those stormy eyes when James had knelt down on one knee.

kinning regulus black but not because we look or act alike but because I, too, would fold like a lawn chair for james potter

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.

Sirius ruined everything by running away. Regulus ruined everything by staying.

*Inspired by Winner by Conan Gray

Written for @conangray-marauders-fest

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

ahhh Thank you for including me in this!! ❤️

now for 5 things i like about myself:

my music taste. I like all music and playing my music for people is indeed a love language

My handwriting

my eyes

I don’t have any control over it but my default is optimism and I like that about myself

my friends ❤️ not technically “me” per se but they all make me who i am so, to me, it counts!