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Chapter 8 - 51 (end of chapter 8)

Now I can see it.

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The next Heartstopper update will be its final update and it will be an epilogue. It'll drop on April 11th! Thank you for being here! ❤️

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Chapter 8 - 42

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A note from Alice

Hello everyone :) I just wanted to say that there will not (barring any emergencies) be any more hiatuses or breaks in Heartstopper's updates until the comic has completed, which will happen in a few months time. Thank you so much for being here for this final part of the journey with me!!

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soulmate (again!) - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 381

It wasn’t that Regulus was scared to turn seventeen…

It was that he was terrified.

The thought of waking up to his soulmark scrawled somewhere on his skin; his fate permanently etched on his body…it made him want to scream into his pillow. So many choices had already been taken from him that the idea of choosing who he spent forever with was laughable, but still…sometimes he caught himself staring across the Great Hall at dark, messy hair and hazel eyes covered in stupid circular spectacles.

What made it worse?

Every morning, Potter smiled at him, waving and greeting him with an ‘Alright, Reg?’ or ‘Morning, Reggie!’ which just drove the knife deeper into his chest. It reminded him that Potter’s seventeenth birthday had already passed long ago and he hadn’t done anything, so that ship had sailed.

So when Regulus awoke on his own seventeenth, he didn’t feel joyous or excited. He just felt resigned.

So resigned, in fact, he didn’t even bother looking for new marks on his skin until breakfast, when Potter did not acknowledge him. No, instead, the older boy simply stared from across the room, his gaze so confused and hurt that Regulus was forced to cast his eyes downward to his own hands.

And the sun on the inside of his wrist.

His heart stopped.

“I have to go,” he whispered to nobody in particular, standing and moving to leave the Hall. For some reason, he knew Potter would follow.

Maybe it was a soulmate thing.

Once outside and down a corridor, he finally turned back, the Gryffindor nearly crashing into him as he did.

“You’re–?” he demanded, every possible emotion warring for dominance in his brain.

“Yes,” James breathed, pulling back to reveal his collarbone, where the Leo constellation was branded, the star of Regulus larger than the rest.

“You knew this whole time.” It wasn’t a question, but it was meant to be one.

“I wanted you to choose me,” the older boy mumbled, shrugging. “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to. You still don’t, I’d never force you, Reg.”

At this, Regulus’s heart sang. Because he’d chosen James before he’d even known he had a choice.

“Idiot,” he murmured, before grabbing James’s tie and pulling him into a kiss.