evoke - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 289

Hogwarts without James was miserable.

No. That wasn't true. It was..it was fine. But as Regulus exited the thestral-drawn carriage and approached the castle, it hit him over and over that James wasn't there.

"It's one year, baby," James had reassured him before he left, both of them clinging to each other. "I'll be waiting for you the entire time. Kick arse on your NEWTs and come back to me, yeah?"

But as confident as Regulus tried to be in his and James's relationship, every corner of the castle seemed to remind him of his boyfriend- seemed to evoke a feeling of unease and longing. He missed James. And how was he supposed to go so long without him?

The feast passed sluggishly, but he waited until he got to his dorm- now labelled Seventh Years before he opened the present he promised James he would wait to unwrap. He wasn't sure what would make him feel better, but he did it anyways, eager for even a small token of love.

So he was a bit let down and shocked to see a mirror in the wrapping. "What the-?" he stared to ask, before he realized it wasn't his reflection in the glass, but James's. "Jamie?" he asked, emotion flooding through him at once.

"You didn't think I'd wait a whole four months to see your beautiful face, love?" James grinned back at him through the mirror, his entire face alight. "I begged Sirius to let you borrow this for the year. He agreed as long as we didn't use it for anything unsavory."

Choking with laughter on unshed tears, Regulus murmured, "What Sirius doesn't know won't hurt him."

He fell asleep with the mirror by his pillow.

record player's all you need! 🎶

hi guysss [id in alt]

“he’s no son of mine.”

regulus peers through the crack in the door hinges, watching his mother and father standing by the family tapestry. orion steps forward, following the spindly lines of the artwork until reaching a small portrait with a name under it, ‘sirius black’. he glances at it for just a moment before turning to face walburga, nodding as she lifts her wand, mutters a word and presses it against the portrait. it instantly begins to smoke. quickly, they step away and towards the door, forcing regulus to retreat into the shadows before making his own way into the room.

he reluctantly approaches the tapestry, holding his hand out to touch the portrait where sirius’ face had been. he places his index finger in the burn marks, pulling his hand back and rubbing the ash between his fingers.

“i’m sorry, brother.”

sirius and regulus black

Prompt: April 9th - Heart | 126 words | @jegulus-microfic

even though it's kinda lose this is still part of my jegulus microfic universe. I don't know exactly where it fits tho. you guys can decide! I'll just link everything I've written so far here, so: part one, two, three and four :)

You'll find that you were never not mine

Boyfriend.

James' never hated a word with that much passion before. Hates to say it, hates to hear it, hates to acknowledge that it’s become part of Regulus' vocabulary now. Hates it even more that the word has materialized itself in their lives in the form of the most annoying man James has ever met in his life, hates that out of a sudden James has to see him everywhere and everyday - even fucking weekends for god’s sake. Hates that he has to share Regulus' attention, time, smiles, laughs. Hates that fucking Barty doesn’t have to share Regulus' kisses, sighs, noises, touches. Those are only his. Nothing Regulus ever gave to James are only his anymore. Not his jokes. Not his secrets. Not his heart.

sweather weather is literally just jegulus???

like "touch my neck, and i'll touch yours" ??

"one love, two mouths; one love, one house; no shirt, no blouse" THIS IS LITERALLY THEM

"the minute that my left hand meets your waist; and then I watch your face; put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah" sCREAMING

(if yall ever make/already made jegulus fanart based on this song, please tag me in them, cause i'd love to see em 🫶)

jegulus aesthetic.

fic: don't worry, darlin' by achlyss

I had a new wolfstar fic idea.

Completely bombarded with angst, again.

Why can't I have cute fluffy ideas?

And where is my motivation to write again?!

"I know I will be long dead before you read this..."

Regulus "What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?" Black

James "I choose you and me religiously" Potter

I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

"Why did you burn that letter..."

Reggie

James, finding a black cat wondering around Hogwarts and picking it up while fussing over it: aren’t you just the cutest thing ever!

Regulus, later that night, screaming into his pillow while blushing: He called me cute!

Regulus "have you ever wanted to cry but no tears came out, so you just stare blanky into space while feeling your heart break to million pieces?" Black.