Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

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based off image I saw on pinterest

for the sake of this, Reg and the Marauders are in the same year

modern au

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Regulus' POV

"Welcome back." Greeted the way too happy school leader.

She handed me a piece of printed paper, with my schedule on it.

I scanned over it. Ballet. Literature. Mathematics. Boo. Geography. Humanities and Social Sciences. Ballet.

Every day seemed to follow the same outline, ballet in the morning, classes, more ballet.

"Hey Reg, what does your schedule look like?" James Potter skipped up to me, showing his 'pearly- whites' off to the world.

"It's Regulus." I corrected. "Ballet with Minerva. Mathematics with Horace. Geography with Lyall. Humanities and Social Sciences with Fleamont." I listed.

"Ooh cool. I think we have mathematics together, and geography. Wait did you say humanities and social sciences with Fleamont?" Asks James.

I nod.

"Sick. We have like every class together except, you know, ballet. Can I see your schedule?"

He doesn't even wait for me to give a response, he just snatches it out of my hand.

"Wait sick. We have every class except ballet together."

"Yippee." I mutter.

James rolls his eyes, and playfully punches my shoulder.

I flinch.

"Oh shit, sorry." He apologises.

"All good." I reply.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

James bounces from his heel to toes subconsciously.

I grab his shoulder, and push him to the floor. "Stop, you're going to hurt yourself." I tell him.

"Oh my God. Guys, did you hear that? Regulus Arctus Black cares about me!" He shouts, no one batting an eye, already used to his antics, even though it's the first day of school.

"Who ya' talking to there?" I ask.

"That cat right there." He points to a black cat, walking along the concrete wall.

"I always found cats better than dogs." I state.

"Sirius would kill you, and take that cat with him if he heard. I never cared for either, I was more of a stag gay." ( yes, that was purposeful )

I snort. "Stags?"

"Hey! You can't talk, you like cats!"

I roll my eyes, playfully.

During our conversation, we had walked about ten meters.

"What time is it?" I ask.

He checks the time on his phone.

"10:03, why?" He informs me.

I immediately break out into a panic. "Oh shit! I have ballet."

"On the first day of school?" I frantically nod. "Well will you be at the football game tonight?" He shouts after me as I run to the Great Hall stairwell.

"We'll see!" I yell back. I sprint up the stairs, and burst open the ballet door.

"Mr Black. 4 minutes late." Professor McGonnagal points at the clock with her long stick.

I bow. "I apologise Professor."

She purses her lips. "Why don't you show the new students the routine for the upcoming performance." It's a demand, not a request, or suggestion.

I nod, placing my satchel to the side, removing my shoes, tracksuit pants, and putting on my leg warmers.

I walk up to the semi- stage, and get ready to perform.

I hear two first years whispering among each other, I don't think much of it, until I hear "he must be gay, why else would he do ballet."

I glare at them, they know I know.

They immediately shut up.

I dance, perfect as usual, and end in a position, my leg near my head.

Some other first years clap for me, the two girls awkwardly clap, still whispering to each other.

"Very well Mr Black, make sure to work on that end pose. You may go, all I needed you to do was demonstrate."

I nod, and grab my satchel.

I walk out to the bathroom near the room.

I am immediately met with two very familiar voices.

"Oh my God, I love him so much." Confesses the scar- covered boy.

"You should so ask him out, he clearly likes you." Replies the dark- skinned boy.

I stride in, "if you're walking about my brother. I know for certain he likes you. He told me."

"You're guessing? Or he said, 'I like him'?" Asks Remus, clearly distressed.

I clear my voice, and put on a high- pitched voice, "oh Reggie, I love him so much. Ah, those freckles that create constellations against his face, and don't get me started on his scars, God those scars. And the mousy brown hair that falls on his face when he studies, and he's too focused to notice or care. And the way he looks when he focuses. Reggie, I'm so in love." Reggie fake swoons, batting his eyes and holding his fists near his face.

James breaks out in laughter, and Remus' grin becomes wider than the Cheshire Cat's.

"That's it, I'm going to go ask him out." Remus states.

"Yes you are baby girl, pop off." James clicks his fingers.

Regulus lightly chuckles.

"Did you see that, Remus ?!" James asks.

Remus shook his head.

"I made Regulus Arctus Black laugh!" Adds James.

"Leave him alone, James, he's about to go make my brother moan." I tell him.

Remus turns bright pink.

"Remus, you have to have heard that, he called me James!" James squeals.

"Remus, go now." I demand.

He instantly hurries out.

And then there were two.

"So, you called me James." James reminds me.

I roll my eyes fondly. "I can keep calling you Potter, if you'd prefer."

"No! No! No!" He instantly repeats.

"Then what shall I call you, my fair sir." I curtsie sarcastically.

He ponders for a moment. "Yours."

"Now this just got weird. And weirdly sexual. Yours by Conan Gray which the author was just so listening to while writing this part?"

"Not Conan Gray." He shakes his head.

"So weirdly sexual?" I ask.

He nods, and takes one large step towards me.

I take one large step towards him.

He takes one large step towards me.

I take one large step towards him.

Now our faces are mere inches apart, and I can feel him breathe against my lips.

I close the gap.

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I don't mind writing fluff, but I prefer annoying y'all 🙂

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