If I die,I'll die happy.With your hand on my heart.(A jegulus fic)☀︎☆❤️💚

Chocolate chips and cozy vibes

Regulus was woken up by the light shining through the window.It is wayyy tooo early for this,he thought.Was he that stupid to leave his curtains open before going to bed.

Then he felt a warm weight at his back.This strange weight that was covering his hands and back,and intertwined with his legs,was.....oddly comforting?He knew vaguely that he was not at his home.Which should have been distressing but,somehow he knew he was safe.A feeling he had not felt in well..years.

Then he inhaled a familiar smell...cinnamon. CINNAMON.Oh,no.Cinnamon could only be one person.The weight on his back was...JAMES POTTER.He couldn't do this.Omg James potter had been in his bed.Jamesjamesjamesjamesjames.

"Hellllo" James's thick dark voice cames from behind him.Then he remembers the night before.The panic attack,the hand,the"your safe".And James's warm Body was there when he left and there when he came back. "Hi,did I wake you" regulus said in a very tired voice. " no,no I have been awake for at least 30 minutes now" James said matter of factly " wait but if you have been up for 30 minutes what have you been doing" regulus was now a bit confused

Then he felt James heat up right underneath him."I-uh..well,I am gonna make breakfast" he could tell that James was trying to avoid the question.But it was just way too early to dissect this,so he just let it slide."um,ya sure.i think I will just try to sleep again." Regulus said and he almost wimped at the loss of heat."ok,then" James awkwardly walked toward the door.

He paused as if to say something "don't worry about you brother he is at Remus's right now" Then with a spin he was gone.

Regulus just laid in bed.It somehow felt wrong being here in this bed without James.He felt he couldn't truly get sleep without a calming voice over his shoulder,and a warm weight at his back.Carrying him through his sleep,sounds less and peaceful.

The funny thing is that he had not had a nightmare that night.He really should have with every thing that had been going on,he really should have been distressed.But instead he was calm and comforted.This was very very unusual considering his repetitive nightmares that he had been having since well,forever.

It goes like this.

October 15 1979

He walks in a mysterious cave.He is surrounded by water,the waves that lap on the rocks beneath him.regulus blinks and is now Deeper inside the cave. He can feel the cut on his palm.Not quite sure how that had happened,every thing was a bit .....fuzzy.

He,himself didn't know why he was here in a dream,but his conscious sure knew that,because they kept telling him to do it for them. The voices kept repeating a mantra "get it,destroy it and run.get it,destroy it and run.Run RunRunRun." There was a boat across lake.He blinked and somehow he was holding a chain that was tied to the boat.

Regulus blinked again and the boat was at his feet.WHAT THE FUCK ,I AM NOT BLINKING AGAIN.Well,I guess if I am already here i'il go on the boat.he thought

The water was dark as night and the only light was his wand light.He had a sort of weird tattoo on his arm.The best he could describe it as,Was a skull that was eating a snake. " death eater" a scratchy voice whispered.

He had not idea where the voices came from but he wanted them to go way.Go away,go away,go away.

Then he saw himself picking up a sea shell with mysterious liquid,and bringing it up to his mouth.It tasted like the back of Dorcas's shoe.WHO THE FUCK IS DORCAS.

He also had random memories,he didn't know of these things before this dream.He had thousands of memories,and not a clue of how he got them.

This liquid made him go mad.It made him thirsty,hungry.For power,for the safety of the people he loves.He wants it all.In life and in death.He wants,he wants,he wants.Hewantshewantshewants