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@into-the-jeggyverse // soul // 323 words / @bloodbruise

James had never given the idea of children too much thought. When he closed his eyes and pictured his home, the only constant was Regulus.

That image shifted in an instant.

He heard loud footsteps approaching and turned around. Before he could process what was happening, Regulus had already bent down to scoop Draco into his arms.

Regulus’ eyes softened as his nephew threw his arms around him.  His smile widened as Draco’s laughter filled the room. 

James’ heart skipped a beat. He pictured Regulus turning at the sound of a little boy with curly hair running toward him—maybe a girl following close behind. Both would climb him, and Regulus would drop to his knees, arms open to gather them in.

He couldn’t help it: the one-bedroom loft he’d always imagined blurred, transforming into a house with extra rooms and a few toys scattered on the floor.

James had never doubted Regulus’ gentleness. But this felt different. As if a part of his soul had been hidden behind a curtain only children could lift.

“Baby?” Regulus called for him. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” James assured him. “Have you ever thought about… having a family?”

“Of course.” Regulus leaned in to whisper in James' ear. “I regularly think about breeding you.”

James blushed, his question momentarily forgotten—until Regulus continued.

“I think about us with a couple of kids, a big house, a big backyard… maybe a pool. Definitely a library. I’ll need some peace and quiet, and if they’re anything like me, they’ll need it too.”

“Oh really? You have it all figured out don’t you?” James teased.

Regulus looked at him with so much desire behind his eyes, an honesty reserved only for each other. 

“Maybe,” Regulus replied, blushing. 

“Can I still call you daddy?” 

“Oh fuck off,” Regulus laughed, pulling him in for a kiss.

From then on, when James closed his eyes and pictured his home, he dreamed of a lot more.

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thinking about james helping reg learn how to tape. there’s paper backings all over the floor, corner cuttings scattered across the counter. a loose piece of tan tape stuck to james’ sock.

regulus is frustrated, maybe a little overstimulated, because the skin over his ribs is raw and there’s a car alarm going off outside and, well, possibly because this is the fifth fucking time they’ve done this today.

but james is so patient. stupidly gentle. tongue stuck out a bit to the side as he smooths a piece down, so determined to get this right for him.

and it should be sappy, cheesy—when they finally do get the angle right. when the tape sits clean and his chest is laying flat. but really, it’s nothing but god awful sweet. because james is looking at him. he’s smiling, big and goofy and a bit in awe, and he’s saying, “there you are.”

and for the first time, regulus means it. “there i am.”

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noooo dont tug on my carabiner that's an erogenous zone

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im in the break room full brightness if anyone wants to reblog some porn

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regulus who didn’t go to prom and james who organizes one. he even borrows his dad’s camera and gets a tripod to take pics of them.

he sends effie and monty away so they could have the house to themselves not in a sex way but in an intimacy way, so he decorates the living room and organizes the exact order of the playlist because he desperately wants to simply slow dance with his boyfriend

regulus loves it.

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Nice game🤩

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Wish my nose was bleeding rn I’m bored

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STOP SCATTERING MY ASHES IM STILL ALIVE

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it’s crazy how much you can read if you read

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Bruises are an erogenous zone

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student