Nothing On My Mind Except How During Their Relationship All James Was Thinking About Was How Happy He

i just sobbed and hyperventilated over regulus blacks death in choices !!

grieving regulus black harder than i've ever grieved any family death or friendship breakup.

james potter meeting the black brothers and going “im gonna love them so much it will change the trajectory of their lives”

YOU'RE NOT. I LOVE U TOO. he literally made me so makes me so mad holy shit. Both in choices AND i'm canon they let him get away with too fucking much just cause he was the "leader" of the good side

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

obsessed with post first war wolfstar and remus. need a long fic detailing prisoner of azkaban from remus' pov. need remus haunted by his friends' ghosts, sirius' escape and break ins, the months of agonising, FINALLY reuniting with sirius. this is where the money is people.

you couldn't pay me enough money. absolute masterpiece but i'm never touching that thing with a ten foot pole. i didn't even know i could feel pain on that level

When your card declines at therapy so they make you read choices for the first time again.

ohmygod my heart this is so beautiful

delicate - November 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 163

He probably should've been upset. He'd been training for ages for this match, put every minute of his spare time into thinking of plays.

Not to mention, he and Regulus had been talking about it for weeks. Teasing each other about whose team was superior. Mumbling to each other in between heated kisses that the other would definitely be the loser, would have to spend the rest of their life living in shame.

But he wasn't upset at all.

Because as Regulus came running toward him, eyes bright and hair wild, the most stunning grin on his face that James had ever seen, James could only be happy for him.

And when the younger boy smiled cheekily and handed James the winning Golden Snitch, delicate gossamer wings fluttering gently in his hand while he said, "Caught this for you, Potter," James just pulled him in a kiss, happiness spilling over him in waves.

Because, Quidditch Cup or not, he'd never been more thankful.

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.

One of my favourite things about Choices is how thoroughly interwoven jily and jegulus are. they're always present like a lingering shadow but I wish we had seen more of the time inbetween the end of jegulus and the start of Jily. The guilt James must have felt at moving on, despite everything that went down between him and Regulus. the fact that it was with LILY, who regulus always felt insecure about. And when I think about it too much my heart aches.

Because it was truly so insane. Like I think it hit him so hard. because he loved regulus, truly loved him. Regulus had him, unconditionally, with no strings or games, all of him. and all james wanted was for him to love him back more than he hated himself. more than he was scared. to try another path. to not give up. and he had SO much hope for them, that they would work. And in those moments with Regulus he just felt so full and so happy and then Regulus was gone and left this humongous hole in his life and the only person that can fill it is the very person Regulus was always scared was really meant for james.

i treated up

stay - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 389

Sirius couldn’t stop shaking as he stood in the crowd around Regulus’s bed. He knew Quidditch was dangerous, he knew that Regulus’s injury was mild, but the image of his baby brother falling through the air, plummeting toward the ground, just wouldn’t leave his brain. He had a feeling he’d have nightmares about it for years.

But as he took deep breaths, looked at Regulus’s awake and alive face, and clung to Remus’s hand like a lifeline, he started to look around to the other people around his brother’s bedside. 

Dorcas, Pandora, Evan, and Barty; all looking shaken but trying to cheer Reg up with sarcastic jokes. Peter and Remus; clearly concerned about Regulus but also concerned about Sirius and how much of a mess he’d been an hour ago, the remnants of hysterical tears still etched into his porcelain skin. And James.

James looked even worse than Sirius.

He looked like he’d aged fifteen years. Like he’d seen death. Like a murderer had shown up at his door, and he’d had to face him with no weapons or help. He looked changed.

It was the confirmation that Sirius needed, really. And in that moment, he knew he had a choice. Because part of him wanted to throw a bit of a fit. To whine about his best friend falling for his brother, and his brother feeling the same.

But when he saw the gentle, caring way James looked to Regulus, and the almost trusting way Regulus looked back? Regulus didn’t look at people like that…

“Alright, you lot,” Pomfrey said in a businesslike voice, cutting through Sirius’s thoughts, “end of visiting hours. “Mister Black can have one person keep him company for a bit longer, but the rest need to go.”

It seemed like a group consensus that Sirius would be the ‘one,’ so everyone started saying their goodbyes and filing out. James, it seemed, was the only one who lingered, squeezing Regulus’s hand and sending him a small smile before turning.

“Stay.”

But it wasn’t Regulus who said it. It was Sirius. 

“Stay, James. He wants you here, and you want to be here. Just….take care of him, alright?” Sirius asked, trying not to choke up at the weight of the words.

“Of course,” James nodded, clearly understanding.

From his bed, Regulus sent Sirius a thankful expression.