Regulus *hands James s flower*: This flower needs sunshine, so naturally it belongs to you.
James, voice cracking: Th- thank you l- love
Later talking to Marlene
James, head on her lap: aNd tHeN hE gAvE mE a flOWeR. Mar it was BEAUTIFUL- but not as stunning as him ofcourse and and and
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Midnight talks
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 396 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Roof
CW: Past Major Character Death
It’s gonna be almost ten years since Regulus isn’t here anymore. And not a day goes by that James doesn’t miss him. It’s never gonna chance, he made peace with it. He doesn’t want to stop missing him.
It’s gonna be almost ten years since James climbs on the roof at least once a week in the middle of the night to search the night sky for his star. And Regulus is there, bright, and beautiful as always. The stars have only a fraction of the light Regulus had in him, but James made peace with this too. Nothing could compare to that boy anyway.
He sits on the roof and talks to him. He tells him about his day and what Sirius and Remus are doing, and he talks about his own family. Regulus would want him to be happy, so he shares this too. He talks about Lily and Harry and how happy they make him. He talks about how much he wants him here too. He never gets an answer, but that’s fine. He knows Regulus is listening anyway.
“Harry is gonna be a great seeker. I can see that.” James whispers toward the flickering sky. “I think he would be a challenge even for you, and that says a lot.”
He closes his eyes recalling every time he was lucky enough to witness Regulus flying. He never saw anyone more talented than this boy. Flying was for Regulus as natural as breathing. He always belonged to the sky.
“I think you would let him win every time, though. Even your competitiveness would crumble in front of his smile when he wins. And Regulus, Harry has the most beautiful smile. You would have loved it.”
James smiles softly. It took him a long time to be able to smile. For years even the mention of the other boy’s name was causing him so much physical pain that he couldn’t bare it. He cried for hours, days but the pain never went away. It got better with time. That doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt, that his hands still don’t feel cold without the other boy holding them. But James learned to live with it. He learned how to appreciate the memories of the boy he loves. What in the past caused pain now brings him peace. Because Regulus lives on in his memories.
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*on the phone*
Regulus: babe, i’m breaking up-
James: im pregnant
Regulus: I meant the call
James: right, sorry. I panicked
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Sirius: I just knew. I knew when Walburga got pregnant that she would give birth to pure evil with no doubts about the pain it causes to innocent people. People already dead are suffering because of you but they can't say it because they are dead! But I know the truth Reggie! I knew it the moment our blasted mother got pregnant that she will birth you that you are made to make me suffer and I can't hate you because I love you!
James:
Remus:
Regulus: I'm literally just wearing a shirt.
Sirius: TEAM EDWARD??? ARE YOU MAD? HAVE YOU SEEN JACOB?
Regulus: As if you aren't biased because you're dating a werewolf.
Remus: Don't pull me into that.
James: Hey come on, you haven't even watched the first movie, you can't pick a side yet-
Sirius: Reggie, I'm telling it for you to get /better/. You can't pick vampires over werewolves.
Regulus: I like sucking.
Remus:
Sirius:
James: He's right-
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tattoo artist regulus black and james potter who wanted his first ever tattoo ended up saying “anything you want to draw really” because he was too mesmerized by regulus to use his brain
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james would carelessly call regulus angel one day. he wouldn't even notice that one of his deepest thoughts escaped from his mouth. regulus would stay still, and he would pretend that he didn't hear. however, that same night, when james kisses his forehead before going to sleep, regulus would ask james to call him that again. his angel.
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⋆celestial curiosity⋆
Within a moment, the stars have my lips.
My arms wrap around his astral being,
lifting him to the heavens from which he came.
Is this what starlight tastes like?
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No longer lightyears between us,
we fall gently into orbit.
We are a binary star,
his gravity pulls me closer.
Where do I end and he begin?
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He leans into my touch, pliant in my grasp.
“James,” He pleads, breathing me into the cosmos.
My name hangs between us like a promise.
Have the stars always been so soft?
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Maybe I fancy myself an astronaut
kissing across star-dusted skin
step-by-step learning his landscape
as Armstrong did our moon.
What will it take to claim him as my own?
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inspiration: 1 — 2 — 3
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