Random OneShots

Sorry about the blood in your mouth

By: fuckboyregulus on Ao3

Jegulus

Just tough I'd let everyone know this is pretty phsycopathic!!

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Regulus breathed heavily, sinking the dagger into her chest again. And again. And again. His brain was kind of hazy, limbs still moving out of pure adrenaline at that point, eyes not truly seeing the scene in front of him.

Stop, a small voice in the back of his head whispered. She's dead. You can stop. It's okay now. He felt the metal slide out of his hand before hearing it clatter loudly on the tile floor. He could feel his legs moving, though he wasn't fully sure that he was the one making them move, his vision was still too unfocused to see the woman on the floor under him. He could only register a deep crimson puddle forming on the sleek white tiles around her.

"R-Reg?"

His face snapped to the front door where James was standing holding a takeout bag, eyes wide as he took in Regulus' appearance.

"Don't be scared," Regulus said softly, holding his hands up innocently. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby."

"Did you..." James' voice was barely a whisper, "Did you just kill my wife?"

Regulus cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the other man, "You told me you wished she was gone. So that we could be together."

"Yeah," James nodded, setting the bag and his key on the entryway table next to him. "Yeah, I did but I meant like a divorce... Not murder. You're uhh... You're covered in blood." He sucked in a breath as he stepped towards Regulus, still looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights. The flocked white Christmas tree covered in bright red ornaments beside James mocked Regulus cheerfully.

"I thought you would be happy," Regulus said, watching James' jaw go slightly slack as he watched him run a bloody hand across his forehead to push the dark curls out of his face.

"I am. I am happy. I just," a small giggle escaped James' lips as he ran a russet tan hand through his own dark mess of curls. "I just didn't get you anything."

"Didn't get me anything?" Regulus asked, slowly closing the gap between himself and the taller man. James swallowed, unconsciously licking his lips as he looked down at Regulus, black pupils swallowing up the hazel as the other man reached him.

"This is the best gift I could've asked for and I didn't get you anything."

Regulus broke into a wicked smirk, running a bloody thumb along James' jaw, "I can think of something you can give me."

James shuddered under his touch, dipping his head until their noses were almost touching before his fingers grasped at Regulus' waist and pulled him against him.

Regulus had been waiting for this for months, elaborately planning every move. Every time their fingers brushed, every time they almost kissed but never did, every moment they spent staring at each other in crowded rooms, he'd slipped another puzzle piece into place on how to have James be his. And then something snapped inside of Regulus like it had when he'd attacked her completely against the original plan. He grabbed onto James' jaw harshly and brought his face down the rest of the way to meet his, and he crushed their lips together.

A small moan escaped James' lips as his hands snaked from Regulus' hip bones and around his back, fitting himself up against him as thoroughly as possible. Regulus chuckled into James' open mouth before sucking harshly on his bottom lip, feeling James' cock harden against him as he yanked none too delicately on his hair. James hissed, groping at Regulus' ass as he attempted to walk him backwards into the hallway. As they made it into the hall, Regulus shoved James up against the wall, lifting the hem of his shirt over his head before kissing and biting his way down James' abs, causing the other man's breath to stutter as Regulus dropped to his knees.