Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

Heyyy girlyyyy heyyyyy

Regulus quietly sips his tequila under the blinding, fluorescent club lights. He observes Barty and Evan drunkly jump around to 'New Romantics' by Taylor something. Lightweights.

Without him even noticing, somebody slides up next to him. In fact, he only realises their presence when they say "hey" and he jumps. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The silhouette apologises.

"You're all good." Regulus fakes a smile to make it seem more believable.

"You also third wheeling?" He asks.

Regulus airily chuckles. "Unfortunately." He points at Barty and Evan.

The stranger follows his finger. "God, they're really drunk, aren't they?"

Regulus nods, then realises how stupid that it because he can barely see the guy, so the guy can probably barely see him. "Yep. They insisted on getting hammered."

"Mine are over there." He points to the corner, where two people- Regulus assumes two guys, considering this is a gay bar- making out.

"You been assigned DD?" Regulus asks to break the awkward tension between them.

"Well I'm sober, no drinking for me ever, so I tend to always be." Regulus stares at him intently. "I don't really mind though. It's always good for them to blow off some steam after a concert." He follows up with.

"Blow off some steam? I think you mean blow each other." The guy laughs at Regulus' jokes. Regulus notices how when he smiles, his eyebrows disappear behind his unruly fringe. Regulus resists the urge to tuck it behind his ear. "Concert?"

"Yeah. I'm in a band with them."

"Wait. I know you." Regulus points out.

"Yeah?" The stranger asks, as if it's obvious.

"You're Beyoncé!" Regulus shouts, multiple eyes turning towards them at the mention of an icon.

The stranger giggles, and Regulus giggles at the strangers fit of giggles.

"Wait. You actually don't recognise me?" The stranger inquires.

"I do. I recognised you the second you mentioned a concert tonight, that's where my friends were."

"Oh. Why didn't you come? You really hate us that much?"

Cause you perform with my brother. "Cause I'M Beyoncé!" Regulus emphasises. The person, who Regulus knows as James, chuckles. "Just didn't fancy standing there as my two friends snogged." It's not a complete lie, it's just not the complete truth either.

"Fair enough."

Back to the awkward silence. Thankfully someone breaks it, unfortunately it's neither James or Regulus. It's Sirius.

"JaMeS~" Sirius slurs. "Do you have a-" Sirius hiccups "-condoms."

The clubs lights being too dim to see shit is another thing for Regulus to add to his stupid '5 things I am grateful for' that is stupid therapist makes him do.

"There's some in the main pocket of your tote bag Pads, it's the one with 3 dogs with Christmas lights wrapped around them. If they're not in there, there should be at least one in Moony's back pack, it's the one with the moon phases and stars."

"Thanks baBe~" with that, Sirius skips off, not before giving Regulus a confused stare.

Regulus releases a breathe he didn't know he was holding. James takes notice to this.

"Do you like him or something?" James sounds sad, Regulus doesn't know why he'd be.

"Ew, no. Incest." Regulus says without thinking.

"Wait, isn't incest like dating a relative? Wait, you also never told me your name." James points out.

Why can't he be drunk???? "Regulus." Regulus prays that Sirius hasn't talked about him.

"Doesn't Sirius have a brother named Regulus?" Regulus sees on James' face as he connects the dots in his head. He stares at Regulus, exasperated. "You're Regulus! Sirius' brother!"

Regulus nods, unenthusiastically.

"Shit, sorry. It's just that Sirius talks about you A LOT."

Well, that's nice to know. He's doing better than me, I never have once talked about him to Barty and Evan. Or even Pandora. Or even my therapist for crying out loud, yet Sirius goes on rambling about me. Fan behaviour.

"So, what are you doing?" James asks, trying to change the subject, which is nice of him.

"Currently, sitting in a bar, talking to a member of the biggest band of the decade."

"Well, you're related to one, and probably going to be brother- in- laws with the other. You're talking to me. We have to get you to meet Peter somehow. But, side note, I meant like in life."

"Well, I'm an aspiring writer, and just trying to get my name out there." Regulus hates talking about himself, he avoids it like the plague.

"We could always mention you." James suggests.

"Thanks, nice offer. But I'd like to be known for more than 'Sirius' brother'. I'm even taking a new name. You're talking to Arctus." Regulus does a hand motion to add some 'pizzazz'.

"Arctus," James repeats, "that has a ring to it."

"Thanks. It's my middle name."

"Regulus Arcutus Black?" James asks.

"Yes, Jame Fleamont Potter?"

"It's actually pronounced like Fla-mont. The media always gets it wrong. Side note, how do you know my middle name?"

"Wow, you've used the word 'side note' multiple times during this conversation. Side note, you answered your own question, it's all over the media." Regulus states.

"Oh yeah!"

Then the music changes- which Regulus had tuned out- to a Marauders' song.

"Shit. I have to go before the paparazzi gets here," James tries to subtly gesture at the black suit wearing, camera holding crowd forming at the entrance. "Here, put your number in my phone." James hands Regulus a massive, brand new, expensive looking iPhone, with a clear case on the back, with money making a bump.

Regulus types in his number, and changes the contact name to 'Beyoncé' before handing it back to James.

James smiles at the name. "Well, goodbye Beyoncé."

"Well goodbye, not Beyoncé." Regulus waves him off, as he runs to the bathroom, with a 93.75% of being traumatised.