Jegulus
It was the second night back at Hogwarts after a long summer break. James held Regulus after finding him in the clock tower. They watch the cogs turn and tick, some slowly others faster and James can feel tears dropping onto his arms that are strapped to the smaller boys chest holding him.
“She said it will kill us,” Regulus whispers. James knows immediately that the ‘she’ is Walburga, and before he can say anything regulus continues. “She said that I’m out of control. They called me Sinner the whole time.” James feels his own tears fall and soak into Regulus’ skin as he buries his head in the side of his neck.
After a moment, Regulus turns around in front of James and sits so that his legs are behind his back, pressing them close but far enough to look each other in the eyes.
James’ hands twitch and slowly rise to the pale boys face, thumbs swiping every stray tear.
“Tell me you love me.” Regulus whispers, a demand but also a plea. A reassurance.
James slides one of his hands to Regulus’ jaw and tilts his head up so grey eyes meet brown.
“I love you,” James says, punctuating it with a kiss which he repeats many more times. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“You are perfection,” Regulus smiles into the kisses.
“I am far from perfection, my love, but I try for you.”