Has anyone ever spent a huge amount of time just watching old Jam interviews because they are absolutely amazing and beautiful and have the cutest friendship? They are legit soulmates and hearing all the wonderful things they have to say about each other, as well as the way the cast and showrunners talk about their bond just drowns me in all the feels. Plus, there’s no denying the chemistry between them♥️
Love that someone put this compilation video together a year ago.🥰
april 26 @jegulus-microfic prompt: aimless. word count: 248.
Regulus Black is not a person who ever feels misguided. At this point in his life, he feels strength in his purpose, and he’s confident in his decisions, his opinions. He follows a clear path, he’s organized—and it brings him joy to be so put-together. He doesn’t often feel lost.
That is—he’s never felt as aimless as he does now, standing before the most stunning man he’s ever met, mouth dropped open in awe as he stares wordlessly. The man grins at him, and his heart flutters. He is pure fucking gold under Regulus' gaze, glistening and warm under the sunlight, and Regulus knows he has never understand true want until this moment.
He’s been standing silently for far too long now, and he realizes he forgot the question the man asked entirely. Shit.
He stammers through half a phrase before the man’s chuckle interrupts him.
“I’m James,” he says, eyes full of honeybrown sugar as he looks down at Regulus. He’s tall. Regulus is weak in the knees.
Remembering his manners, Regulus breathes and extends a hand, “I’m Regulus.”
James’ smile widens, and he says, “That’s a lovely name, Regulus.” Their hands meet in the middle. Between them, Regulus feels the entire universe hone into the contact—he feels the universe pause and right itself completely at this moment, because nothing has ever felt as perfect as them. Regulus looks up at James, and he thinks, absurdly, in every life, my heart will find yours.