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addisonstars · 3 months
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"dance the night away"
@jegulus-microfic // day 25: bathroom // 559 words
Parties in the Gryffindor common room were never a low-key event. They were always filled with loud music, dancing, glasses of whatever non-water substance they could get their hands on. This party was no less, especially because their N.E.W.T.S. were done with, and the end of school was approaching. 
Invites extended to most of the upper years, so Regulus made a rare appearance here because he wanted to celebrate with James. 
The two of them were currently dancing together in the area they had set up, and a fast-paced song was playing over the magicked speakers in the room. “Having fun, love?” James shouted over the lyrics. 
Regulus shrugged, “Eh. It’s not really my scene, but I enjoy seeing you happy.” Regulus smiled at James. 
“Your friends seem to be having loads of fun over there,” and James nods in the direction of Barty and Evan, who always said that they weren't fucking or dating, yet seemed a little too close to not be. 
Regulus rolled his eyes, “those two can’t take their hands or mouth off each other.” 
“Well, If I wasn’t such a gentleman, I wouldn't be able to either.” James said as he winked. 
Rolling his eyes again, Regulus said, “I have to go to the bathroom, but I’ll be back in a minute. Okay?” 
“I’ll be right here.” 
Not even 2 minutes later, James decides that he no longer wants to be a gentleman. He goes to the bathroom to find Regulus, who had just finished washing his hands. James walked up to behind him, grabbed his waist and spun him around, so James could press a kiss to his lips. 
“Omph,” Regulus gasped as he leaned back in to kiss James deeper. Regulus craned his neck to get better access to James’ lips, and James opened up for him. Once tongue got involved, Regulus was gone, gone, gone. He was making noises even though he tried not to. 
“James,” he pulled back, out of breath, “if you don't stop, I’m not going to stop.” 
“I see no problem with that Reggie.” James silenced Regulus with another kiss. 
Regulus pulled away more this time, “Barty and Evan, however engrossed in each other they may be, are going to wonder where I went.” 
James nodded, pulling back. “Are you sure though?” 
“James, yes, just…here come on.” Regulus exited the bathroom with James’ hand in his. He walked past Barty and Evan, and didn’t even look at them, but yet, they pulled away from sucking at each other's neck to make a crude comment at the pair of them. 
“In the Gryffindor bathroom of all places, Regulus, not even I have done that before.” Barty said, and winked at Regulus. 
Regulus had to resist the urge to say “I told you so” to James, so he settled for a glare instead. “Barty, shut up. I don’t want to hear anything about my relationship until you figure out yours,” and he walked away with James still in tow. 
After they were out of earshot, James laughed as they stepped out back onto the dancefloor. “Those two sure are something.” 
“That's one way to put it,” Regulus grinned. 
James stepped closer to Regulus, “enough talk about them Regulus, I want to dance with you!” He shouted, and they danced the rest of the night away.
rosekiller appreance! i love barty and evan so much hehe -a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"brink of infatuation"
written for day 21 of december for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "brink" totaling 198 words
Regulus was driving James insane. He was making him mental, the only thought in James head half the time was Regulus. The way he walked, the way he talked, dressed, ate, looked, styled that lovely hair of his, was the only thing on James’ mind. He was driving him to the brink of insanity. 
It was taking all James had to not shove the two of them into the room of requirement and get it all out in any way shape or form. And to make matters worse, James swore that Regulus knew what he was doing to him. 
Sometimes Regulus would run a hand through his hair, look at James right afterwards, and then wink. He would catch James staring across the tables in the dining room, and the motherfucker would lick his lips oh so enticingly. 
To make matters worse, James could do nothing about it. The two boys may be together, but that didn’t mean that Regulus could tease all he wanted; and James sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him to stop.
So instead, James was suffering, just waiting until the moment he could whisk Regulus away and push him to the edge.
james just like me frfr
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 5 months
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till' death do we part
written for day 13 of december for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "jail" totaling 827 words (oops)
tw: implied/refrenced homophobia
James gets a call from the county jail at 11:37 p.m. and to say that he wasn’t happy was a bit of an understatement. Regulus, Barty and Evan all went out for drinks tonight, claiming it was “boys night,” and James didn’t care. (He may have cared a bit though when Regulus went out in that outfit and James didn’t get to see it in action. 
But he definitely did care that Regulus said he’d be home before 11, and he had yet to receive a call, or even a text from Reg saying that he was still alive or that he would be a bit late. What he instead receives is a call from the county jail at almost midnight. 
He begrudgingly picks up, wondering who would be calling him from jail. “Hello this is James Potter-Black speaking.” 
A pause occurs on the line before Regulus, of all people, starts talking. “Hey babe,” he laughs sheepishly, sounding a little drunk. 
James almost laughs himself, if not for his head spinning with thoughts. What could Regulus be in jail for? Why would he be in jail? It was probably due to the influences of Barty and Evan, those motherfuckers. 
“You wanna explain something dear,” he rolls off the bed, slipping into some sweatpants and shirt. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he walks to his car, already driving to the police station. 
“Um, can you come get me?” He sounds nervous, a little embarrassed to be where he is right now. 
James rolls his eyes, “I’m already on my way, love.” 
“Oh thank you,” 
“Mhmm, but do you want to tell me why you're in there?” He flicks on his blinker as he makes a turn, waiting to hear Regulus’ voice through the speakers. 
“I’ll explain when you get here, ok? And do you mind bailing Evan and Barty out too?” 
James sighs, because of course they were all in jail too. “Whatever you want, baby; just you better have a real good explanation as to why you're for one, in jail, and two, in jail.”
“I do. I think.” 
“I’ll see you soon love, please don’t get beaten up while you're in there.” 
***
After James pays the fine and gets all three of them out of jail, they pile into his car. In the morning they will come back for Regulus’s. 
“So,” he clears his throat, “any three of you want to explain what the fuck you were doing in jail.” 
Barty and Evan hold their hands up, as if they did nothing wrong. Regulus looks away but starts talking. “I…um…punched someone.” 
James tightens his hands on the steering wheel. “Ok,” he said, and that's not what he thought it was for, “why did you?” 
“There was some guy calling me a…faggot… and some other shit like that.” He carefully avoids James' eyes on him. “He noticed my wedding ring and snorted and said that it was probably a guy that I was married to, and that I was just some…” he sniffles and trails off, visibly distressed and not wanting to repeat what the guy said to him. 
James has to keep himself from swerving off the road when Reg tells him that stuff. He doesn’t want to quite comment on that information yet, so he looks in the rearview mirror and pointedly stares at Barty and Evan, asking that they chime into this lovely conversation. “We just helped Regulus beat the guy up. Truly.” 
He believes that he really does; those guys would do anything for Regulus. They sit in silence the rest of the drive, going to drop Barty and Evan off at their flat. On the way to their own house, James reaches out to grab Regulus’s hand and squeezes his hand. 
“Hey love, Reg,” Regulus looks up at him, remorse etched in face. “I’m not mad at you, I’m not. I’m glad you stood up for yourself.” He smiles at Regulus. “Maybe next time, don’t, ya know, take it to where you're going to jail for it, but I’m not upset about it, I promise love.” 
Regulus nods. “And you don’t have to tell me what the guy said or anything. I don’t really want to know what he said or I might have to go beat the guy up himself,” he laughs, trying to brighten the situation. 
Looking over at Regulus, he still looks a little distraught. “Reg look at me.” Regulus obliges, looking James in the eye. “I love you. I love with all of my heart, and nothing will ever stop me from loving you. Not homophobes, not somebody's words, and not even death will ever stop me from loving you, ok? Nothing. I love you Regulus Potter-Black, and nobody will try to stop me.” 
Regulus nods again, “I know. I love you too, Jamie. Maybe even more than you love me.” He smirks.
James laughs, rubbing Reg’s ring on his fourth finger. “Never. There’s no way.” 
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 5 months
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"got you wrapped around my scarf"
written for day 4 of december for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "scarf" and a total of 644 words
leaning on the more mature side for sexually explicit content!
Marlene was throwing a Christmas party tonight, and the theme was ugly sweaters. Sirius had the idea to wear matching Christmas sweaters. Matching ones for couples and he was ecstatic to see the look on Remus’ face when he put two and two together. 
Sirius had a sweater with “I’m so good, Santa came twice.” 
 Remus’ sweater just said “Santa.”
Remus came out of their bedroom, wearing his sweater, a santa hat, and it looked like he had even smeared glitter across his eyelids. He came over to Sirius, who was sitting on the couch reading the latest magazine. 
Sirius was wearing his sweater, a red-and-green striped scarf and had put some eyeliner on, like usual. Remus sat down and read Sirius’ sweater, “I’m so good Santa came twi…” He trailed off after he realized their meanings. “Sirius!” He exclaimed, playfully sounding irritating with him. 
Laughing, Sirius pulled the scarf off his neck, lopped it around Moony’s and pulled the ends of the scarf in, pulling Moony into a kiss. Moony lurched forward, hips bumping together when their lips met together. 
Remus let out a gasp, caught by surprise. He quickly adjusted, taking some sort of control and bringing his hands up to cup Sirius’ face and lightly stroke the other boy's cheek with his thumb. He pressed a little harder, moving his tongue into Sirius' mouth. They danced a dance they have a thousand times before, moving together as one. 
Dropping the scarf, Sirius moved his hands into Moony's hair. He intertwined his fingers in the taller boys' golden curls, loving the way they felt against his fingers. Remus shifted forward a bit, grinding his thigh against Sirius. It was too easy in this position. Sirius mewled, gripping his fingers tighter in Remus’ hair. 
Remus could only smile against Sirius’ lips. Sirius took the smile as an invitation to bite, and Remus would be lying if he said that he didn’t want Sirius to do it again. Sirius could taste the vanilla chapstick that Remus uses, and he wanted to kiss it all off of him only to make him reapply to do it again. 
“Remus,” Sirius whispers. He shivers when his hands move from his face to his neck, slipping onto his shoulders and dipping just below his shirt. His fingers brush his collarbones, and Sirius has to resist the desire not to take him right there. “I want to,” he gasped for breath again and Remus shifted forward once again, flushing their bodies together, leaving no inch of flesh untouched. Sirius was pushed back onto the arm of the couch, he couldn’t go back any farther. “But-” 
He shut up as Remus slipped his hand around and down, then moved his hand up Sirius’ shirt. He kept climbing and climbing, and Moony reached Sirius’ nipple, which he took his time brushing and tweaking. 
“But what?” He leaned away for just seconds at time to talk. “The party? Everyones going to be late anyways.” That was true, and it didn’t start for another 30 minutes. 
Remus moved those nimble digits of his once again, down to palm Sirius through his pants. Sirius arched his back up off the arm of the couch; he came alive at the touch. Remus didn’t stop, he kept on massaging Sirius through his pants. 
His ministrations finally sent Sirius over the edge. He came saying Remus’s name, back arching higher off the surface, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Remus smiled, kissing Sirius after he returned to reality. 
“One more time and we’ll have to switch sweaters,” Remus smirked. And he returned his hand to the now aching spot, but this time Remus pulled down the pants enough to have enough access to make skin to skin contact with Sirius. 
***
Surprisingly, they showed up to the party only half an hour later. 
They switched sweaters. 
I GOT CARRIED AWAY I SWEAR BUT ENJOY MY LOVES
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 5 months
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"my moony and me"
written for day 12 of december for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "twinkle" and 253 words
Their house smelled like sugar cookies and Christmas trees. They had just finished making the cookies and were enjoying a cup of hot cocoa with said cookies on the couch. Sirius was snuggled in Remus’ lap, warm, strong hands encircling him.
His eyes twinkled under the soft white lights of the Christmas tree, making Remus’ normally chocolate brown eyes turn a warm amber. Sirius could see himself softly smiling in the other man's eyes, his face alight with joy, love and happiness. 
He pressed a kiss on Rem's lips, moving his hand back to cup his face. Remus leaned down and pressed into the kiss. Sirius could feel soft lips smiling against his and it made him never ever want to leave this moment. 
However, Sirius grabbed Remus off of the couch when one of his favorite songs came on. Sirius put one of his hands on Remus’s hip and the other on his shoulder, and they waltzed a bit in their living room. 
The chorus came on, and Sirius went to spin his Moony around. 
I want you to know that I'm never leaving
Remus returned to his arms, laughing softly, the sound filling the air around them. 
'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing
Returning the favor, Remus spun Siri around, once, twice, before Sirius fell back into his arms. 
Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons
Back in his arms, Remus dipped Sirius and kissed him dramatically, with all of the love he could muster. 
may i present to you: my babies <3
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"the truth is out"
written for day 13 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "wet" totaling 394 words (part one)
The boys sat there in silence, with whose voice carried the conversation and the other who used their ears to speak. James had said all he wanted to say, which when it came down to it, wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was enough for Regulus to understand the point that James had wanted to make, enough for his own emotions to get the best of him. ‘
James didn’t mean to make Regulus cry, no. But after he had finished speaking he looked over and saw the wet tear tracks down his face, James wanted to cry himself for making Regulus cry. 
James got up and went over to Regulus, and held out his hand and waited for Regulus to hopefully nod. Regulus nodded, and James wiped away his tears with the pads of his fingertips, and he then trailed that finger down the side of his face, his jawline, until removing it and going back to the distance they held between them. 
Neither of them were sure of what to do next. James wasn’t sure if he should speak, and Regulus didn’t know what to say. So, they say in silence, content to watch the moonlight sparkle on the lake and hear the soft sounds of the forest. 
Hours passed, and finally Regulus stood up, dusted himself off. He then did something unexpected next, he held out his hand for James to take. Surprised, James almost fell over with how fast he tried to stand up, but he managed. He took Regulus’ hand in his own and they walked back to the edge of the castle like that. 
James was sad at the loss of contact between their hands, but he knew that things take time, and Regulus hadn’t even given him an answer yet, so the two of them walking inside of Hogwarts with hands clasped was a huge step. James, ever the gentleman, walked Regulus back to his dorm. Before Regulus could step inside, Regulus turned around and whispered: 
“Yes.” 
James eyes alit, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Yeah?” 
Regulus nodded and gave him that smile that brought James to his knees every single goddamn time, and then turned to go inside his room; and there was nothing quite like the feeling James had when he walking back to his own room, no words could really describe it. 
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 7 months
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"better than you"
written for day 6 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "pumpkin"
430 words
“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” Regulus asks as he scoops a glop of pumpkin guts out onto the mat they placed down on their kitchen floor. He’s slightly grossed out by the way it looks, feels, smells, etc. 
James smiles and looks over at a disgusted Regulus. “Because it’s fun Reg! It’s fall, it’s halloween and pumpkin carving is just something fun to do.” James exclaims, more than happy to carve pumpkins with Regulus. 
“Whatever you say Jamie.” he concedes, continuing to fish out the guts of the pumpkin. He picks up the large carving knife they bought just for this purpose and starts carving. He drew out his design beforehand and has high hopes for the way it should turn out. He would never admit to James, but he’s kinda…excited to carve a pumpkin. 
Excited in the way that he wants his to be the best out of the two of theirs and when he displays it on halloween it gets the most compliments of course. Even though James said it was not a competition, that didn’t mean that Reg couldn’t have one in his head. 
Once both him and James were done carving, they turned around their pumpkins and showed each other what they had made. Immediately, James stuttered. His classic triangle eyes and mouth was no match for Regulus’ intricately carved pumpkin of the classic Night Before Christmas scene. 
“I thought you said you hadn't carved a pumpkin before.” James stated. 
“That's true, I have not.” 
James stared dumbfoundedly at him, “then explain that. How does one even carve so well?”
Regulus just shrugged. He really doesn't know why he did a good job. For once, he’s really proud of himself. “I dunno. Just did.” 
James rolls his eyes. “Ugh, whatever. I’ll let you be better at this then.” 
“Ha! So it was a competition, you admit it.” 
“If I would have known you were gonna pull some amazing carving skills out of your ass, I would have never even thought it as one” James states. 
Regulus smirks. He chuckles slightly. “Well if we’re admitting secret truths, I have to say that I did,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “have a bit of fun.” 
James tries to keep his happiness in check, but he can’t help the little squeal he lets out. “I knew it, I knew it!” 
Regulus smiles fondly at the sight of his love getting happy because he’s happy. “Yes, yes, now, let's clean this up. We have our halloween-eve party later.” Regulus stands up and kisses James' head before James follows suit.
october is such a great month tbh
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 5 months
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"you cant fight the tears" but i want to fight for you
written for day 15 of decmeber for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "game" totaling 377 words
“This isn’t a game James.” He casts an icy look at James, who stands there looking like he’d rather run than be here right now. Or maybe run up and hug Regulus. Regulus isn't sure. “This isn't a game, you know we can’t go on anymore. I don’t know who gave you the idea that it could.” 
“But-” 
“No.” He scowls. “You knew this too, I told you when we first started dating that this would end, but you refused to agree. Well here it is Potter, the end. The end of us, I’m breaking up with you. Goodbye.” 
James reaches out to try and grab Regulus, to bring him back where he belongs, in James arms, not with Walburga and Orion and those sorry excuses for parents. “Reg, please, let’s talk about this.” 
Regulus turns around. “What is there to talk about? You want me to stay? I cannot James and you know that. I have duties that my parents require me for, that my bloodline requires of me.” I’m sorry, I want to stay, I do. I really, really, want to stay; please ask me to stay, Regulus silently begs. 
“Regulus, there's no reason as to why we have to break up.” He shakes his head, as if trying to find a way out of the inevitable situation. “We can run away, go somewhere else. I’ll go anywhere with you.” Just ask. Just ask and I’ll do anything for you, James pleads. 
“What do you not understand, Potter? There’s nothing to break up, this was just a little fling, a little fun in the astronomy tower and in the dorms when we both needed it. That may have been a game, but me leaving to join the death eaters isn't. Let this go, move on.” He rolls his eyes and walks away one again. “Go harass Lily or something.” 
Regulus walks away and to anyone else he may seem victorious, like he just won a battle. But Regulus feels broken. Battered. Bruised. His heart feels bruised. He loved, loved James, but he just told him that what they had between them was nothing when it was everything to him. He tries to fight the tears that well up, but unfortunately they collect and they pour. 
opps :,,)
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"one step closer"
written for day 7 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "headache" totaling 317 words
“Hey James?” Sirius walked into their dorm bedroom after visiting with Regulus. The two brothers tried to get with each other and do something, whether it be sit next to each in silence and do their own individual things, or go outside and play quidditch. 
James set down his quill, “yeah mate?" He asks.
“So, Regulus asked me a funny question.” Sirius came and sat down next to James and looked at him inquisitively. “He asked me why you weren't in class today? Which, I admit, seems like a pretty normal thing to ask. But” He adds emphasis on the ‘but’ and leans forward in his chair. “He rarely asks me about my friends, and when he does, he makes insolent jokes, he doesn't check up on you? So.” He leans back, clasps his hands, and places them on his lap as if expecting an answer. 
The reason why James was not in class today was because he had a headache and he simply did not feel like going. Besides, what was one day of missed class? James knew he would be missing out on seeing Regulus that period, but his pounding headache was all he could think about. 
“I’m not quite sure what you want me to say, Pads?” 
Sirius shrugs, “I’m not either, but I just found it a little odd he cared; but my brother is a mysterious person, so I shouldn't have expected anything else.” He laughs and grabs his own school books out of his bag and begins to work on some assignments due. 
James, on the other hand, was not sure he could go back to working on his assignments. His thoughts of Regulus caring about him, Regulus asking Sirius about him, had James lost in thought. This little development meant so many doors opened for James, and damn him if he wasn't going to use at least one of them. 
classes start up again tomorrow rip sleep
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 3 months
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"just james"
@jegulus-microfic / day 15: glasses / 193 words
Some people could say that glasses are unattractive. Others would call people with glasses names like “four eyes” or “nerd” and other names. Even people with glasses hate wearing glasses. But Regulus was not like some people, or others. 
Regulus loved glasses, and better yet he loved the face they resided on. He hoped James would never get contacts, because Regulus loved the way James’ wiry round framed glasses looked on his beautiful face. 
Sometimes, he would daydream about his glasses coming askew from kissing him. His hands would slide up on his face, just slightly coming up under the frames in a way that would push them off his face and he’d be able to see his brown eyes with no glass in his way.
Those beautiful brown eyes of his, the ones that turn almost golden in the sunlight but a rich shade of chocolate brown in the dark. The eyes that hold all the smiles and sunshine you could ever want or need. It was safe to say that Regulus was a little obsessed with his eyes. And his glasses. And just James in general, if Regulus was being honest.
some reggie pov for you!! -a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"you're the brightest star in my sky"
written for day 4 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "switch" totaling 296 words
James was a man on a mission. Nothing could deter him from seeing Regulus, not even his class schedule. 
He went to talk to Mcgonagall about his classes, how this class “wasn't working out for him” and that if he had his friends in his class then “they could help him study more effectively.” And it worked, just as he knew it would.
Now, James was seated across from Regulus in his new astronomy class. It was an added bonus that Sirius was in there too, and it made it seem less suspicious why James was switching classes halfway through the year. 
He had all of astronomy now to look at Regulus. The class was set up with the seats in a ring, all facing the telescope in the center, and he picked the seat next to Sirius which was, fortunately for James, right across from Regulus. 
Professor Sinistra was going on about nebulas, how they were just a ball of gas and dust, but they were one of the prettiest things in space. 
James raised his hand to speak up. “Nebula’s would have to be one of my favorite things in space, I would think.” He continues, looking right at Regulus as he speaks. “While the inside of them may seem insignificant, or unworthy of recognition, it’s those components that make up such a beautiful outside.” He continues to stare at Regulus when done. 
“Why, yes Potter, excellent observation. That’s one of the reasons why I like space the most…” 
Regulus had finally looked at James, and he noticed James was already looking at him. James smiled softly, and Regulus rolled his eyes and looked away. As class went on, James couldn’t but look back at Regulus, and realize his eyes were already on him. 
eye contact is sexy!!
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"i could win, i could lose"
written for day 8 of january of @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "converse" totaling 188 words
One of the things that James loved most about Regulus was his fashion taste; the way he was able to take the drab Hogwarts robes and turn into an impeccable outfit, and it was only something that Regulus could pull off too. Anybody else trying to wear what Regulus wore, and they would just look silly. 
Today, Regulus sported his new high-top hunter green converse under his robes instead of the normal dress shoes. He also had some silver jewelry pieces adoring his neck and fingers. What James wouldn’t give to feel the press of these rings anywhere on his body, especially on the skin of his arse as Regulus fingers ent-. 
No. 
Regulus could do anything and James would probably kneel and worship at his altar. This ‘little’ crush on Regulus has definitely turned into something way bigger, and James needs to find a way to either a) fix it and date Regulus, b) fix it and date Regulus, or c) fix it and clear his feelings of Regulus - which will never happen - so James is relying on option a, and if all else fails, option b. 
title from "stop waiting" by cigarettes after sex
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 3 months
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"back into his arms"
@jegulus-microfic // day 28: airport // 311 words
Time spent away from each other was one of the hardest things that the two of them had to do. Not even the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. came too close to this, Regulus thought. 
He had longed for James every moment since his departure at the train station, and now he was awaiting his arrival after a year of being gone. James told him to expect a bit of a delay, since the airports they had in America could be iffy sometimes. 
Even still, Regulus still showed up an hour early. He had also brought a bouquet of flowers and the rest of the group was meant to arrive soon. 
/ / /
Regulus sees the status of flight 2512 from “in air” to “landed” and Regulus couldn't help but feel butterflies awake in his stomach, along with some nerves. It has been a whole year since they've last seen each other, and things may have changed. But Regulus pushes those thoughts down, because from the letters they’ve been sending each other, their relationship hadn’t. 
By now, Sirius and Remus (who were unsurprisingly dating now), along with James’ parents are at the airport. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, otherwise he would have invited Lily, Barty, and all those other blokes as well. 
Regulus finally saw James coming down the terminal, and it took everything in him not to drop the flowers and run up to him. Turns out he didn’t need to, because James did. He let go of his suitcases and ran up to Regulus, grabbed him and hugged him. With the force that James was coming at with Regulus, they almost fell down, but instead James just followed the momentum and swung Regulus around while embracing in one of the best hugs of his life.
It sure is good to be back at home, Regulus thought. 
oh to be hugged like that fnjkyehnd
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addisonstars · 3 months
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"you're in my blood"
written for day 16 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "bone" totaling 229 words
James and Regulus were developing into their relationship, slowly, one step at a time. 
James was still so scared that he was going to hurt Regulus or do something that was going to turn him away, so he always tended to tread on the safe side. Skin to skin contact was very minimal, and the boys had not even kissed yet. Of course, James wasn't in a hurry or anything, he wanted to take his time. 
So, when Regulus and James were in the astronomy tower one night, about a month after they had officially gotten together, and they were sitting in the astronomy tower and Regulus took James’ hand firmly in his own and scooted closer to him so their thighs were touching, James felt a shock go through every bone in his body. 
“You know, you don’t have to treat me as if I’m some delicate flower.” Regulus looked at James with a slight smirk - slash - frown face that Regulus was the master of. 
James took that as an invitation to slightly rest his head on Regulus’ shoulder -  his neck was craned at an awkward angle because of the height difference -  and he let himself relax. He let the feeling of Regulus flow through his blood, he let the smell of Regulus infect his brain and the way his hand felt in his take up all thoughts. 
i have so many thoughts and no where to put them i am going insane
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 4 months
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"you've been on my mind so long i cant deal with it"
written for day 6 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "exclude" totaling 265 words
School was a bitch. Everyone knew that. Nobody really wanted to be here; maybe except for the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but even still, they probably would have liked to do other things rather than sit in classrooms and listen and learn. 
James had to find a way to make the time go by, he had to find a way to get him to the end of the school year. That reason may have been the lovely Regulus Black, but no one had to know. If James went out of his way to see Regulus, if he sat on the side across from Regulus, facing him in the dining room, nobody had to know. 
If James hated every class without Regulus, but tried his damn hardest in every class with him, nobody needed to know that. Honest to Merlin, every class except the ones with Regulus seemed pointless. He was passing all of his classes with flying colors, but the ones with Regulus he showed off a bit more in, showed Regulus what he could be getting if they were to somehow, magically date. 
James was still a little stumped on the logistical part of how to…confess…his love to Regulus. Every time he started to prepare a little speech for it so he would be ready for it when the time came, he came to a wall. It was like someone had just pressed the ‘off’ button on his brain. He couldn't think anymore, his brain seemed to only chant “Regulus, Regulus, Regulus.” 
And to be quite frank, James wasn't mad about that. Who could be? To think of only Regulus Black, the Slytherin Prince, the handsome and cunning boy, is a dream come true for James. 
i too, am like james. (title from the song "pistol" by cigarettes after sex!!!)
-a.s.
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addisonstars · 3 months
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"im going to miss you"
@jegulus-microfic // day 27: scene // 306 words
Graduation day had come and gone, and just like that, James was leaving to train to be an Auror. If James had a choice, he would have chosen to stay right here, and learn on the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately, that was not an option so James had to leave. 
Leaving not only meant leaving most of his friends and family behind, but Regulus, who had another year of Hogwarts to finish. He was worried about Regulus and how he would be over the next year, but James did make a secret promise to come back to him. 
They were currently spending their last few hours together off of campus, at an empty field nearby that they had found unoccupied. Regulus’ head was currently laying in James’ lap and his fingers were brushing through the soft dark, slightly curly strands. 
Looking up at James, Regulus asked, “Do you have to leave?” 
James turned his lips downwards. “I’m afraid so love, but I wish that I didn’t have to.” He leans down and pecks a kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “I did ask to get reassigned, but alas, it was to no avail.” 
Regulus just turned his head away, looking out at the field of grass and flowers they were lying in, “it’s always Jame. I’ll just miss you a lot, that's all.” 
Chuckling, he agreed. “Yeah, me too love, me too.”  He paused for a minute. “Are you coming to see me off tomorrow?” 
“Um, I might yeah.” He looked back at James now. “I just don’t want to make too big of a scene if I’m there,” he sniffed, “I'm afraid I might cry if I do, but I can come for you if that makes you happy.” 
“Yeah, I think it would make me happy, Reggie.” He pressed another kiss to Regulus’ forehead. ‘The happiest ever.” 
im convinced gods strongest warriors are the ones who can handle long distance
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