His Mother's Fears Coming True Oh Just Let Me End It All God

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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

oh my heart

‘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

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.

no thoughts, just... thinking about the way Ekko looks at Powder...

i miss them so much it aches like a physical space in my chest god

James turns his head, nose brushing against Regulus’s temple. “You will always belong with me Reg. Always.”

-Choices

christmas season at the wolfstar flat

shit like this is why i'm so devastated by how they ended like. james loved regulus so softly so dearly so purely and regulus loved him back just as much and it still wasn't enough it just wasn't enough to overcome everything else that was going on

James wants to be wrapped up in this boy. This love. He wants to never be able to wash it off his skin. Or out of his mouth. He hopes Regulus has left marks. Hopes he can see them in the morning. He’ll wear them proudly—showing the day how they love in the dark.

when the fanfiction is so fucking devastating it has you clawing at your chest trying to remind yourself it's just fiction. but i still feel sick and i cant stop crying and everything hurts and aches because it hurt hit too close to home