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‘Be my baby’ by the ronettes is giving me happy jegulus vibes

Imagine them in the come and go room dancing to it playing on vinyl. James giving it all he’s got (he’s definitely a bad dancer is a super confident cute way). Regulus laughing at him at first and not joining but eventually giving in and letting James swirl him around cheeks flushed and incandescently happy.

(I know this is not exactly what you described but hopefully it still makes you smile, cause it was such a cute idea that I had to write something :) ) "What in Merlin's name is this," Regulus sits at the edge of the bed, watching James continue to fiddle with the gramophone. "It's Muggle, Sirius found it in your Uncle's stuff," James says, he's grinning when he turns around, which is never good for Regulus. It always makes his stomach all fluttery and his common sense non-existent. "My uncle?" he asks, wary as he watches James approach him. "Mhm, Alphard, apparently he was a real fan of Muggle music."

Regulus opens his mouth and then closes it, not entirely sure what to say to that. He supposes it makes sense, Alphard had always been a bit of a black sheep. He was like Sirius in that way. Except quieter. But then, Regulus isn't sure he's ever met anyone as loud as Sirius. "C'mon," James holds out his hand and Regulus looks down at it and then back up at James's face, eyebrow raised.

"C'mon what?"

"Dance with me."

Regulus snorts. "No." "Reg." "No, I'm not - there's no one here."

"You need an audience?"

Regulus rolls his eyes. "I'm just saying, dancing is something you do at balls and galas, doing it in an empty room is like making small talk with yourself."

James laughs. "God, you're wound so freaking tight."

Regulus glares at him, arms crossing over his chest. None of this deters James who only grins wider.

"Love it when you pout at me, you get these little dimples right here-" he reaches out but Regulus slaps his hand away. "It's adorable," James finishes.

"Call me adorable again and I will end you."

James only smiles. "C'mon Reg, dance with me," the way his voice goes all soft and gooey makes Regulus's resolve waver but he still doesn't get off the bed. He has some self-respect. "And don't you try to tell me you can't because I know you and Sirius took ballet or some shit."

"Ballroom," Regulus corrects petulantly.

"That's good," James says, "because my pirouettes are rubbish."

Regulus arches his brow. "You know ballet Potter?"

"I have snooty parents too," and then, before Regulus can reply: "Come over here Reg, lead me."

Regulus isn't sure why that sends sparks shooting down his spine. But the idea of self-assured James Potter, Quidditch captain, Gryffindor's poster boy, giving Regulus control...He bites his lower lip, seeing heat in James's eyes. "Lead me," James repeats, words barely a whisper, and before Regulus knows what he's doing he's getting off the bed, taking James's hand and his waist, bringing them chest to chest. Bodies not touching but almost.

"Hey," James says softly, breath ghosting across Regulus's cheek.

"This really isn't waltzing music," is all Regulus is capable of saying back, causing James to laugh.

"I'm sure we can make it work."

And so they start moving, James stiff and awkward at first, but picking up the steps quickly enough, because of course he's good at this too. Though for all his talk of being lead James Potter is not a follower and eventually he takes it on himself to start spinning Regulus whenever he feels like it. Once or twice even dipping him down low.

And Regulus lets him. Because he's pathetic. Because he can't help himself. Despite his best efforts he finds himself smiling. Laughing. The pair of them twirling around the empty room. Eventually James pulls him back in, no space between them, James's forehead dropping down to meet Regulus's. "Does this feel like small talk to you?" he asks.

Regulus looks up at him, a little out of breath, cheeks flushed pink and he doesn't bother answering, doesn't want to feed James's ego anymore, so instead he presses up onto his toes and takes his smart mouth. And James groans into it, hand gently holding the back of Regulus's head, the pair slowly beginning to sway.

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three Oh, since the day I saw you I have been waiting for you You know I will adore you 'til eternity

please god give me a soft unconditional patient love like james and regulus in choices. the kind that makes you question everything you believe in and makes a home in your chest and makes you feel full and seen and understood and accepted

❛ finally the skin reflects the madness within. ❜

❛ you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, remus? ❜

– as a way of saying thank you for showing interest in my fic (which i'm truly am trying to grind out) and just to generally share with the wolfstar community, here's a wolfstar edit i made

(might be laggy because everything makes the quality terrible, sorry :( )

the epilogue of choices paralleling the end of the song of achilles is so magical to me. two souls finding their way back together in the next life because this one wasn't ready for them. all the ways patrochilles parallels jegulus in choices is my favourite in general but the ending SPECIFICALLY. Knowing they're together out there is so important to me

worst part of reading choices is the constant what if's i keep asking myself. what if dumbledore had got them out of there? what if regulus had fallen in love with james sooner? what if sirius had taken him with him that day? what if he had just gone with james after the ministry attack? what if he had just stayed at hogwarts? what if he had brought cerci to the cave? what if what if what if.

and win. that scrawny ass bitch is more beard than muscle.

If I could fist fight Dumbledore right now I’d do it

"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 :) ?

the fact that sirius never fucking knew. never found out is so painful. no one else in that house cared enough to do anything about it, but sirius would have. he would've done everything in his power to keep reg safe, he genuinely believes he DID do everything to keep reg safe while he was there. their relationship deteriorated right as reg started needing him most and sirius started believing he didn't need him at all.

choices lucius malfoy is my biggest enemy

it's been a full day and i'm still in catatonic shock over arcane season 2 act 2. i physically can't process what i watched holy shit.