Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

I've been living life in fiction

Can you find all the Conan Gray references?

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muggle au

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James held his hand out, offering it to Regulus, who enveloped his palm in his, interlocking their fingers. They walked through the busy streets of London, exchanging words.

"You two are so cute!" Exclaimed a lady walking along the street.

They both smiled, thanked her, and continued walking.

"Still can't believe I fell in love with a damn fantasy." Expressed Regulus, gleaming at his boyfriend.

"I can't believe a damn fantasy loves me." Replied James, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking Regulus' head.

Regulus shot up, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Sobs racked his body. He brought his knees to his chest, burying his head in them, hoping to vanish. He wanted to feel that love, affection and emotion. But for now he's just waiting until he can fall without caution.

Remember when he broke up with his fucking ex? Yeah that was nearly a year ago, but he can't get over it. Now that's his fucking best friend. How does he tell his best friend, who was kind enough to still befriend Regulus after what he did, that he still loves him.

"I broke up with Barty, finally." Cheered Regulus.

James listed his glass. "To Reg breaking up with yet another narcissistic bitch!"

"I'll still be single at 32." He complained, downing his glass of firewhiskey.

"If you're still single by 32, I'll marry you." James promised, holding out his pinky like they were 5 years old again.

Regulus took it, interlocking their little fingers.

Regulus reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He walked downstairs, making his way to the patio of his and Sirius' house. He lit the cigarette and brought it up to his lips, taking a drag.

He felt the smoke in his lungs. He knew how bad this was for him, but he couldn't stop.

He's been doing it for years. It was the only way he could disappear from reality, from his emotions, from the fact him and James were no longer together, from his family line.

He was a kid, but he wasn't clueless. He knew that what he had to suffer with, wasn't normal.

Orion slammed the door, walking out.

To take a walk around the block, until his emotions took ahold of him, and then he'd hit.

Walburga couldn't do anything. She knew if she did, the living situation would be worse for her and her kids.

How could Orion hate her, she was an angel, but Regulus did wish she was dead.

She was barely better than their father.

They were just narcissistic fools.

Regulus took one more drag from his cigarette, before dropping it on the dirt below.

He walked back up to his bedroom, letting sleep envelope him in its nightmares.

He woke up the next morning to a familiar ringtone.

He picked it up. "What is it James?" He rubbed his eyes, already missing sleep.

"You won't believe what happened this morning! So basically I was at work, at Snivillius arrived, and he was being his usual self. And he then comes to me, and is like 'byotch, where is the manager here, I have an interview' and I'm like 'sorry, I am unable to help you at the moment, could you please make your way over to the reception like a normal god damn person' and he's like 'you're still a fugly byotch you know what?' and I say 'good luck with the job interview' and he's like 'I don't need luck from peasants, I know the outcome' and then I say 'oh, I do to, no, I'm the manager, get the fuck out of here'." James was howling with laughter, overjoyed with being able to say that to his lifelong enemy.