It's Been A Full Day And I'm Still In Catatonic Shock Over Arcane Season 2 Act 2. I Physically Can't

his mother's fears coming true oh just let me end it all god

james telling remus they will always have his back and he will never be alone and after everything happens it’s remus of all people who ends up all alone, with best friends dead and a soulmate to blame. fuck. that hurt. 

the thing is, jegulus makes perfect sense to me genuinely. And I understand the gripes that people have with it, so i'm going to try and outline my thought process. i could talk about how good of a ship this is for HOURS.

• Regulus and James would have constantly been in each other's orbit at Hogwarts. Think about it. They're both on the Hogwarts quidditch teams (regardless of if jenes was a seeker or chaser ik it's up for debate) we all know how serious James Potter took quidditch. they would've been marking each other in games, taking notes of tactics etcetc. Plus with Sirius being James' best friend he would've been even more acutely aware of Regulus, like come on. If nothing else, then because of the arguments the black brothers would get into at hogwarts. And the stories Sirius would tell him in their first few years at Hogwarts, because hello, before Sirius went to Hogwarts who was his closest ally? who did he survive an abusive home life with? REGULUS. so james knew of him, DEFINITELY was introduced to him on the hogwarts express during second year (before slyhtherin sorting).

• James being Sirius' best friend and ultimately in Regulus' eyes, the person who replaced him as Sirius' best friend. He would've resented him, because before him and Sirius fell apart, they were all each other had and SUDDENLY sirius has this other rock, this but that he admires so much. You're telling me he wouldn't be raging at being replaced? On high alert of awareness, not only for his brother that he was steadily losing but on his best friend who replaced him???? the tension?? hello?? And once they got to know each other and he has that "oh so this is what he saw in you. oh wow" Moment??

•James potter, sunshine reincarnate, who believed in others even when it came to his own detriment would 100% try to save regulus. Believe he could. A lot of people say this doesn't fit James' character because he "wouldn't lie to his friends" But I think you guys are putting him in a box. I think he's just as capable of keeping a secret as anyone else. Especially when he thinks it's for a bigger purpose.

•I love the idea of a love greater than Regulus' loyalties to his families being what inspired him to take the horcrux. Like The symmetry of both Black brothers being guided by James into the light?? That his love saves them both in different ways?? How is it not the perfect ship.

Enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, regulus falling first but james falling harder, the COMPLICATED nature of it. how much of this is vindictiveness towards sirius and trying to take something away from him, of reclaiming and how much is just pure admiration for someone so good and selfless? How much is this about James' saviour complex? You anti jegulus people are not seeing the bigger picture.

ALSO HOW IS IT ANY DIFFERENT TO DRARRY??? Its the PERFECT foil to drarry. Because this truly is a world where history repeats itself. Pressured into the dark arts by his family's expectations but couldn't stomach pushing through when it actually came down to it? And his beautiful sunshine boyfriend who embodies the GOOD in the world despite everything. Give me 10 more of it right now.

“All the reminders of the boy he couldn’t save” I think it’d actually be less painful if someone just stabbed me in the chest

"not my best work" she says after writing literature so beautiful shakespeare himself would weep at her altar overcome by his INADEQUACY.

i’m so sad regulus never got to see james in animagus form,, he would have loved it so much, he would have loved boo even more

Okay I know this was not a prompt but I wanted to

"Was that a twig? Did I just step on a twig? Where the hell are we?"

"Sh - Merlin, you're worse than Sirius. Keep your voice down would you?" Regulus glares, though considering he's currently wearing a blindfold it's not very effective.

James's hands are warm and steady on his shoulders, and for all his complaining Regulus doesn't mind being lead by James. He'd follow him anywhere.

Not that he wants James to know that, of course. His ego is already monstrous.

"Step up," James says, Regulus lifting one foot and then the other.

"Why do I feel like you've brought me into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night?" Regulus asks.

He gets silence in response.

"James I swear to god-"

"Just trust me okay?" James cuts him off before he can get going. "You'll like this."

Regulus rolls his eyes, another expression of distain lost because of the blindfold. It really is holding him back. "You know," James says after a few seconds. "The fact that you're afraid of the forest is kind of adorable."

Regulus thinks he might actually growl. "You're so fucking lucky I can't see you right now."

James squeezes his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, you're a big baddie, I'm quivering in my trainers."

Regulus makes sure to jab him with his elbow which, he has been informed, is exceptionally pointy.

"Fuck Reg."

Regulus smiles triumphantly.

"Brat," James's voice is right by his ear, breath hot, snaking down his neck. James kisses his cheek before pulling away.

They keep walking for a few more minutes before James finally comes to an abrupt stop. "This is good."

"Great," Regulus says flatly. "Can I take this off now?" he reaches for the blindfold but James slaps his hand away. "No! Not yet, just wait." James lets go of him, which is maybe the first moment that Regulus feels uncertain. Blind and alone. He slides his wand into his palm, though he isn't sure what good it'll do if he can't aim. "James?"

"Sorry, just, count to ten okay? Then take it off." He sounds like he's a few feet away now. And for a horrifying second Regulus wonders if he's going to leave him here. Which - he isn't afraid of the Forbidden Forest, lets get that straight, but, he also isn't a fan of being...alone in the dark. It feels too much like being punished. "I'm not going anywhere Reg, okay? I'm gonna be right here when you open your eyes," James says, like he can read Regulus's thoughts. Which is simultaneously comforting and annoying at the same time.

"I'm fine," Regulus says flatly. He knows the expression James is making even without looking. It's one he privately calls "exasperated fondness".

"Start counting okay?"

Regulus rolls his eyes again. "One, two, three, four -"

He hears rustling. "- five, six, seven, eight - "

He's almost positive something drops to the floor.

"-nine, ten."

Regulus rips off the blindfold, blinking into the dark forest. It's hard to see, even with the lantern James has hung on one of the branches. The stars just barely visible through the trees above them.

It takes Regulus a minute to get his bearings. And then he sees something move.

"Fuck," he stumbles back, wand flying up as a large dark shape distinguishes itself from the shadows. It's tall and muscular, with great big antlers.

"James!"

His eyes dart around but there's no sign of the other boy.

"Motherfucker, if this is your idea of a prank I swear to god I'm going to kill you!"

The animal lets out a breath - almost sounds like a snort. It steps forward again and Regulus shakes his wand. "Take another step and I'll be mounting your head on my dorm room wall."

The animal makes that noise again - it really does feel like it's laughing at him - then it dips its head low, shifting slightly more into the light of the lantern. And for the first time Regulus is able to get a good look at it. Able to recognize it. A stag. Like his Patronus.

Its eyes watch Regulus, kind and patient, something captivating about them. Something that pins Regulus against the tree behind him.

"James?" he finally calls out again, voice bouncing around. The stag paws at the ground and when Regulus looks down he notices James's wand lying a few feet away in the dirt. His eyes bounce from the stag to the wand and back again.

He feels his whole body sag in relief. "Oh you have got to be joking."

The stag - James - honest to god smiles. If not with his mouth than with his eyes.

"You fucking idiot what did you do, not Polyjuice surely?"

James gives a small but clear shake of his head.

"Animagus?"

Smiling again. Those smiling goddamn eyes. They'll be the death of Regulus, he just knows it.

"Idiot. Absolute idiot. Unregistered I imagine?"

James trots forward nudging Regulus with his noise.

He'll take that as a yes.

"It's a crime that you're this good at magic you know? Imagine if that talent had been given to someone who wanted to do more than muck about - oh fuck off!"

James has just given him a big, slobbery, lick, right up the side of his face. "Disgusting," Regulus tries to step away, wiping at his cheek with his jumper, but James doesn't let him get far, crowding against him, nudging him with his nose and forehead.

"You know," Regulus says as he allows himself to bullied into the middle of the clearing. "For a stag you sure act a lot like a dog."

James apparently likes this because he licks him again.

"Oh my god - stop doing that!" but he's laughing despite himself, James making those breathy noises that Regulus takes to mean he's doing the same.

Eventually James lifts his head, pulling himself up to his full height, antlers sparkling in the beams of moonlight pitter-pattering down around them like raindrops. Regulus feels overwhelmed at the sight, heart swelling in his chest, pressing against his ribs.

Before he can stop himself he reaches out, hand trailing down James's neck, causing James to close his eyes. He can feel the heat through his fur, the muscles, powerful and dangerous and just below the surface. It makes Regulus's stomach flip.

"You're beautiful you know?" suddenly whispering.

James opens his eyes, and Regulus almost can't take it. Almost has to look away. And then, without warning, James kneels down in front of him.

Regulus stares at him, wrinkling his forehead.

"You taking a nap Potter?"

He swears James rolls his eyes. But before Regulus can say anything else he's nodding his giant head towards his back. Regulus stares for a few more seconds.

"You...you want me to ride you?" He wrinkles his nose. "Okay that sounded a lot dirtier than I meant it to."

James snorts before nodding at his back again.

"I'm not going to - ow!"

James has just poked him with the tips of his antlers.

"This is ridiculous."

But the stag remains firmly on the ground.

Regulus would like to say that he maintained his dignity and turned on his heels, walking straight out of the forest. Unfortunately, as has been proven many times, he has no dignity when it comes to James Potter.

Grumbling, he throws one leg over, sitting himself firmly on James's back. James makes some sort of noise of approval before he starts to move.

"Oh god!" Regulus pitches forward, arms wrapping around James's neck, face buried in his fur. "If you break me before the Quidditch season is done I swear I will make your life hell."

But James is immune to his threats at this point, happily trotting through the woods.

It takes some getting used to - to the muscles moving underneath him, to the height that somehow feels so much more daunting than it does when he's on his broom. But eventually, Regulus's grip loosens and he lets himself sit up straight.

James moves through the trees with grace, barely seeming to feel the weight of Regulus on his back. And somehow, even without being able to see his face, Regulus knows that James is happy.

After a few seconds Regulus tilts his head up towards the sky, closing his eyes and letting the cool night wind blow through him. Something about this feels endless. The night. The forest. The stars. Like nothing can touch them here. The real world disappearing

This moment is magic in its purest form.

Still with his eyes closed Regulus feels his mouth spread into a smile. And then, before he can stop himself, he starts to laugh.

Maybe not my best work but it's still a lil cute right :) ?

i fear im so deep into escapism i've forgotten how to live my own life. it all just feels lacklustre in comparison.

rip regulus black you would've loved mitski

rip regulus black you would’ve loved florence + the machine

"leave the heroics to people who have less to offer the world."

Even in his final moments Regulus Black never fully grasped how fucking important he was, never understood his own worth. He never got the chance to. Because Regulus actually DID have a lot to offer the world. He was a potions prodigy. Outsmarted the 7th year advanced students when he was just a kid, altered the laws of potions magic, making a gaseous potion on the first try. He was an amazing seeker, he was getting scouted before he even left school. Even beyond that, he had so much love to give, quiet hesitant love, but LOVE. He could've been so fucking great if he was released out in the world. He had so much to offer.

finished choices and i genuinely feel like i've just served on the front lines of a battle and barely made it out alive holy shit. fic so devastating i was crying for hours dry heaving and retching like i genuinely LOOKED sick. so devastating it had me crying in public (which I haven't been able to do for years) So heartbreaking It feels like it carved out a piece of me.

ARCANE TIKTOK IS SO FUCKING FUNNY RIGHT NOW OHMYGOD. TEAM JAYCE. ANTI JAYCE. OR NEUTRAL.

fun fact i finished crimson rivers right before my therapy appointment and i went in there eyes red heart broken in a state of dissociation and she thought it was over my family but no. i was emotionally distraught over two gay men who fought through hell and death arenas to get to each other and have a family and not be a great big tragedy.