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September 13: water | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 391

Regulus wanted to leave. Actually, he *needed* to leave.

Today, his whole agenda was supposed to be to finish the latest book he was reading and relax at home. And maybe grab a coffee somewhere along the way. 

Then, his idiot brother had come over, physically dragged him out of his own home, and brought him to a beach of all places.

When they arrived, Regulus spotted Sirius’ other friends already set up on the sand and frolicking around.

Sirius looked at Regulus seriously and said, “Reggie, you never get out. This can be fun for you.”

And Regulus could never say no Sirius when he talked to him like that.

So he stuffed down his pride and sat on one of the many beach towels the Marauders’ had laid down on the beach. 

After they’d bored themselves out, one of them (Regulus thinks it was McKinnon) had the bright idea to have them all go swimming.

Sirius tried to drag him to the water, much like he’d dragged him out of his house, but Regulus remained adamant about staying on land.

Eventually, his brother gave up and Regulus was sure he’d won this battle. 

Then, James Potter walked up to Regulus’ towel. He looked like a god. His chest was bare and Regulus could see the droplets of water clinging to his skin. His swim trunks clutched his thighs in a way that made Regulus suddenly envious of anyone who’d ever had the pleasure to touch them.

James plopped down next to Regulus and gazed meaningfully at him.

“Why are you not swimming?”

For whatever reason, Regulus couldn’t find it within himself to lie to the man, and he told the truth.

“I-I don’t know how…” he muttered, avoiding James’ eyes.

James’ hand grabbed Regulus’ face gently and tilted up to face his.

“I can show you,” he said earnestly. “It’s quite easy once you get the hang of it.”

Regulus hesitated. For years his worst fear in the world had been anything related to swimming. But how could he say no to James of all people?

“I guess-“

“Yes!” James blurted out, giving Regulus a quick peck on the cheek as some sort of celebration.

And that was how Regulus found himself swimming, waist held tightly by no other than James Potter.

Regulus should learn how to say no.

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.

September 15: pleasure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 145

James realized that his feelings towards Regulus probably weren’t healthy.

But he couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help loving so aggressively and so fully that he felt he couldn’t even eat some days.

He couldn’t help it when he was blissed out from pleasure and he thought Regulus was an angel.

He couldn’t help the beats his heart skipped anytime Regulus entered the room.

He couldn’t help his hands when they wandered towards his husband, seeking for any form of touch between the two of them.

He couldn’t help it if Regulus was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thought in his brain before he went to sleep.

He didn’t care if this was unhealthy. 

Because Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to James and James loved him.

James loved Regulus more than he’d ever know.

when Regulus heard Lady Gaga say “and our love is the only war worth fighting for” he fell to his knees clutching his chest

September 17: want | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 257

When Regulus stepped into the Gryffindor party, the only thing he could feel was want.

He came to this party for one reason and one reason only: James.

It took Regulus all of two seconds to locate the boy. He felt a tug in his stomach, an invisible force tugging him to the messy-haired boy dancing in the middle of the crowd, arms thrown above his head carelessly.

Under normal circumstances, this place would’ve been Regulus’ worst nightmare. But how it could be when James was so close? 

In a few long strides, Regulus closed the gap between him and James.

He fisted his shirt collar in his hands and glared into his brown eyes.

James, the absolute sop that he was, had stopped dancing and gave Regulus his full attention. James inched slowly closer to him.

Regulus felt a hand wrap around his waist and pull him forward. 

Regulus couldn’t help his eyes from dipping to linger on James’ mouth.

It didn’t go unnoticed, however. This much became obvious when James whispered into Regulus’ ear, “My dorm’s empty right now.” James nipped the corner of Regulus’ ear softly.

Regulus didn’t know what else to do but nod fervently to the boy, whose collar was still clutched in his hands. He let go hastily and tried to keep his hands to himself while following James up the stairs.

But they’d only made it three steps before they started grasping at each other. 

Regulus hadn’t even known they’d entered the dorm until he fell backwards onto the bed.

September 24: capture | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 188

James genuinely couldn’t believe how good his life was.

As he sat on a soft picnic blanket, it suddenly dawned on James just how lucky he was. 

Here he was, with his beautiful fiancé and a beautiful view. A few years ago, James wouldn’t have believed it at all. They’d been through so much to get to this point. It hadn’t been easy. But neither of them ever gave up.

Now, staring at the amazing man he’s known his whole life, James feels such a strong surge of love that he can’t help but lean across the blanket to capturehis lips for a kiss.

It was sweet and drawn out, laced with love, as opposed to their more usual kisses that were bruising and needy. Not this one.

Regulus smiled at him and put the book he was reading to the side when James pulled back. He cocked his head just slightly.

“What is it, mon soleil?” James’ skipped a beat, like it always did, when he heard the soft lilt in Regulus’ voice when he spoke in French.

James smiled back. “Nothing. I just love you.”

october 12: tomb | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 168

“James Potter, if you keep calling me that, you’re going to have to be thinking about whatever cheekyass comment you’re going to put on your tombstone!”

“But pookie-“

“James.”

His boyfriend hung his head dejectedly. 

If Regulus had to be completely honest though, James’… special little nicknames made his heart do tiny flips in his chest. But this latest one was just plain weird, in his opinion.

James lifted his head dramatically. He turned and looked the side as if there was a camera there. Where does he think he is, The Office? Regulus thought. When James started swiping at pretend tears, Regulus had had enough.

“…Fine.”

James’ gaze snapped to him. 

Regulus shook his head adamantly. “Baby, I’m not going to-“

His boyfriend shrugged with the cheekiest fuckin smile plastered across his face. “You gotta say it, love.”

After glaring daggers at him and letting out an angry huff, Regulus muttered, “You can call me pookie.”

James leaned over and kissed his cheek. God, Regulus loved him.