~when the sun met its parents~
March twenty-seventh welcomed a new gift into the world, another beautiful creation, another miracle.
A small bundle in a blue blanket was handed to Euphemia Potter, she held it in her arms, she held it tight despite her fear, it was so delicate, so fragile and just... so wonderful. How was she supposed to behave?
All she knows is that this little bundle has garnered her love the second she knew he existed, but now? In that moment it was more alive, more tangible and real.
Fleamont watches her, a soft loving smile on his lips, he is so proud and so happy. The baby in his wife's arms moves, tears shine in his eyes, it's a beautiful day, it's a wonderful day.
Effie giggles as the little face hidden in the blanket winces, the newborn opens one eye, so beautifully amber, just like hers. His head is already covered with curly dark hair, he's a pretty baby.
The boy opens his eyes and closes them, blinks slowly, he looks with delight at the face in front of him, it is his mum who greets him with a tender voice, welcomes him to the world, next to her his dad, a small baby twists his mouth in a wide smile.
The sun streams in through the window, illuminating the room with its spring rays of happiness, one of which falls on the face of a newborn baby who giggles at it.
It will be sunshine of joy.
~when the sun met its first friend~
"Jamie, we have visitors," Effie tells her little boy with a smile.
The two-year-old beams and gets up running towards his mum. James abandons his play with stuffed animals so he quickly returns to them and adjusted them by placing them gently on the carpet, apologizing for throwing them, he runs to his mum again, she pats his head with a smile.
"Hi! James!" James introduces himself cheerfully and loudly when the guests about whom his mum spoke enter the living room, behind the legs of a nice-looking lady hides a little boy, James smiles at him and invites him to play "name?"
"Pete," shy and anxious boy mutters.
James smiles happily, he introduces new boy to his stuffed animals, and their friendship begins.
The sun was shining outside the window.
~when the sun meets its best friend~
"Leave him alone you idiot! ! If you try to mess up his sandcastle again, I'll tell your mom!" A girl in a blouse with long sleeves with pink and purple stripes, on which she is wearing a black t-shirt with a unicorn and leggings with a pattern of cat ears on the knees, stands in front of James like some kind of shield, covering him and his work of sand. "Hi, I'm Marlene," she introduces herself, when the naughty kid went away, James grins at her broadly.
"Thanks for your help," he grins at her "do you want to help me?" James asks, and the girl agrees.
The sun is shining in the park where two five-year-olds are building a sandcastle. James has gained a new friend who saved his building from the mean kids who were teasing James today.
It is a beautiful day.
~when the sun met its soulmate~
"Don't have crayons?" James raises an eyebrow at his desk mate.
"I didn't think I'd need them after elementary school," the boy informs, it's easier than saying he never had crayons and he never drew with anything other than charcoal and pencil, or that if he asked about crayons his parents would be furious.
"Here, you can take mine, I will share," James informs with a grin as he hands his new friend his pencil case with crayons. The black-haired boy thanked him politely. "What is your name?" James asks after class is over. "I'm James, James Potter."
"Sirius Black," the other boy replies.
"Cool, now we're friends," boy in glasses informs with seriousness.
Sirius narrows his eyes as he is gifted with James' wide cheerful smile. It's like he's looking straight at the sun, strangely enough, he doesn't want to look away at all, something about the pain that burns his eyes gives him comfort and joy.
Sirius wants to try, he wants a friend.
"Yes, friends." he nodded.
The sun seemed to shine brighter, setting later that day, as if wanting to meet the stars.
~when the sun met its first love~
James was still very clumsy even with his glasses on, maybe that's why he tripped over the threshold on the train.
Someone helped him and James didn't land on the ground, so he turned to say thanks and a beautiful red haired girl stood in front of him, her freckles were cute and her hair so vibrant. James couldn't take his eyes off.
"I'm Lilly Evans," the girl introduces herself, James blinks rapidly.
"I'm-I am J-James," he stuttered.
That's when he fell in love for the first time.
He was eleven and the sun was bright.
~when the sun met the love of his first love~
"James, this is Mary, I told you about her," Lilly said "Mary, this is James."
"It's so nice to meet you Mary, Lilly talks so much about you that I feel like I know you already," James winks at her.
He was so happy that Lilly had found someone he loved with all his heart, he could see it in her eyes.
Lilly Evans deserved the happiness of love and all the best, James knew, they were the best of friends after all.
Mary smiles broadly.
"You really are such a sunshine boy as Lilly said," she says amused.
James just smiles.
James and smiley were synonymous.
He smiled as bright as the sun.
~when the sun met its replacement~
James Potter was no longer the most important person in Sirius Black's life because Sirius Black had found his new best friend.
James spent hours listening to Sirius talk about Remus Lupin, it seemed like Sirius was talking about nothing else at the time, neither of them realizing at the time that it was more than just wanting to be friends.
James didn't know it wasn't about getting a new best friend and Sirius didn't know the words or feelings that could define what he felt was love.
Because Sirius Black was falling in love with Remus Lupin.
James noticed this before Sirius and then he stopped being jealous, the day he met Remus, everything became clear.
"Hi, you must be James." A cute boy with sandy hair, chocolate eyes, and a cosy-looking sweater greeted with a hesitant smile and James just fell for it.
"You are truly beautiful," he said before thinking, but something about Remus took his breath away. "I'm James, and you must be Remus," he smiles cheerfully.
James made another friend that day.
Because the moon and the sun can sometimes live in harmony.
~when the sun met Regulus Black~
Sirius had been excited for days.
"Come on, tell me what's going on," James nudges him with a smile, encouraging him to share the good news.
"My brother is coming here, he's moving to the city, his friend is said to be going to college here and 'by the way' he wants to see me," he says with a wide smile.
"Regulus?" James asks.
Regulus is Sirius' brother who lives in France and all James knows is how much Sirius misses him. Ever since Sirius had broken away from his family at sixteen, he had missed him terribly for five years, now.
"Yes!" Sirius is beaming with happiness.
So Regulus, just a week later he was in town and having lunch with Sirius, James had never seen his best friend so happy, his heart rejoiced with the joy of Sirius.
And three months later, since apparently it took Regulus so much to settle in a new place and so much it took Sirius to convince him to meet his friends, James had a chance to meet him.
James had never seen anyone for whom displeasure was a natural expression.
Regulus Black looked at him and a grimace appeared on his face.
"Hi, I'm James!" He greet him enthusiastically anyway.
"I can tell," Regulus rolled his eyes, James continued to smile.
Regulus Black was beautiful, he was pretty and wonderful, something about his bright blue eyes, the way he didn't smile, the way his hair curled, something about his hands– there was just something special and so, so beautiful about him.
Something that took James' breath away.
James often reacted like that to beautiful people. James was James, he fell a little in love with everyone he met.
Maybe that's why it hurt so much that Regulus didn't even like him.
Sirius insisted it was because Regulus didn't like people in general and had a hard time opening up to others but how was James supposed to trust him when Regulus offered Remus meetings in the library when he talked to Lilly and was nice to Peter.
Why was James an exception?
Maybe James just needed to be liked, or maybe there was more to it this time.
The sun was shining a little less.
~when the sun met understanding~
"Sirius you asshole, I've told you so many times not to take mine–" Regulus entered his brother's apartment rather abruptly.
He stopped his scolding of Sirius to notice that his brother wasn't at home at all.
Sirius's favorite shoes that he always had thrown carelessly in the hallway were missing, now he remembered that he hadn't seen them, but he didn't care quickly enough, so he stopped only in the living room, and not for lack of an answer.
"Potter?" Regulus's voice was strangely hesitant, as if he realized he had stepped in something he shouldn't have. "Potter" he repeated louder, because maybe he shouldn't be here, maybe he wasn't the one who should be here now but he was here and he was the only person in this room who kept his nerves under control.
If you look around, the living room, which is usually messy anyway, is even more of a mess, it's no big deal, the pillows are scattered, one of them has lost half of the fluff that was lying on the carpet. It's not a big deal, but it's still unsettling.
More disturbing, however, was James, his arms wrapped around his legs with his head in his knees, his breathing unsteady, he was hugging a pillow tightly to his chest as he sat on the ground. It's not usual for James, it's not like him, it's too quiet too panicky and– just too little like James.
James seemed to snap out of the trance he was in only at the sound of his name, Regulus watched him from afar, just like a wild animal through a zoo cage.
James lifted his head up and their eyes met for literally a second, James's eyes rested on Regulus's face for a brief moment but it was enough for Regulus to see his face, and well–
James looked so young, so, so young, he looked like a child, like a little brat who was afraid of the storm, or one who had just messed up and was hiding in his room fearing punishment.
His face is red all over with tears and now that unsteady and intermittent breathing makes sense, he was crying.
James has tears all over his face, it was as if the ocean had thrown one of its great waves in his face, his lips usually twisted upwards in grin, smile or smirk now are twisted in a sadness and swollen like he's been biting them bloody for at least half an hour, his eyes are glazed over and so damn sad.
So yes. James Fleamont fucking sunshine aka the happiest person in the world, whose face you'll never even find a grimace on Potter, was crying.
And suddenly he was more human to Regulus than he'd ever been before, because suddenly it hit him: James had feelings too.
Regulus opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by James and his hysterically quick wiping off his face as if he was trying to hide his sadness, as if he wanted to turn back time but it was too late, the damage was done. Regulus saw.
James plasters a smile on his lips, still desperately scrubbing his face with his hands, getting rid of dried and fresh tears. That smile is so fake it hurts, James coughs.
"So," he coughs again to clear his throat because his voice is hoarse from tears "hey Reg, how are you?" He asks lightly, with his stupid everyday optimism and joy "Sirius is not here, you come for-" he starts a casual conversation, begging Regulus to ignore what happened a moment ago, but he knows he won't.
"You fucking idiot," Regulus looks at him in mild disbelief. But that's a completely different reason than James thinks. Regulus is a little scared to be honest, how James suppresses his emotions and how much he struggles with it.
But for James it's a problem. What problem? Here is the problem. Regulus won't forget, he won't let go, he'll keep bringing it up to James for the rest of his life and James will let him, because hey he should lock the door, he should control himself, he should take it easy and calm down faster.
James should do better and Regulus had every right to get over him laughing right now, he had the right to burst out laughing, call him names and all that and James was okay with that–
"James?" It's soft this time.
What James wasn't okay with was the worry in his voice. This concern.
Regulus shouldn't be here, Regulus shouldn't care. Anyone but him.
And James's breathing quickened as he couldn't control his emotions again, feelings were hard and now? Suddenly his whole world was shaking, falling apart, falling on James' head, crumbling. James couldn't breathe.
Everything was so damn heavy, so terribly heavy, James couldn't breathe–
"James," and suddenly Regulus tries to get his attention. "James, I need you to focus, it's hard I know, but listen to me, my voice, right?" Regulus's voice is steady and calm, there is something gentle about it. "Yeah see it's easy, follow my voice, oh yes, very well James," he praises "can you do something for me?" A small smile creeps across his lips and suddenly James is able to do anything just to keep him smiling. "Take a deep breath," it turns out that not everything, because he fails dramatically, wheezing air that should be in the lungs "no, try again," it's not irritation, it's concern, and James doesn't know if he can take it. "It's hard I know, but you'll be fine, you've got to remember to breathe, you're having a panic attack right now, but it'll pass, just try to breathe, breath with me, okay?" Regulus has such a pleasant voice when he's not using it for hissing, sarcasm and anger. "You're doing great James, keep it up, so good, it's temporary, it'll pass, it'll get better, remember to breathe, you're doing great, you're doing great," Regulus reassures him by giving him all these kind words and how is James not to cry hearing them when there was no one to say them to him before?
Something James Potter would never, ever, ever expect is Regulus black helping him.
Regulus Black may have despised James Potter, but he wouldn't wish his worst enemy to experience panic attacks alone, it's like the world is ending and when you don't have someone to tell you that it won't, that it will get better soon, it's harder, it lasts longer.
"Thank you," it's a whisper, James's lungs, throat and mouth hurt but he has to thank him and it's real, his head is down "it's nothing really," he promises him trying to minimize his problem. "I have them a lot lately," James quickly realizes that it wasn't something he should say to take away Regulus's concern.
He gets no response and it stresses him out, but suddenly Regulus Black is sitting on the floor leaning against the couch next to James.
James's face is covered with new tears and he sobs unable to hold it in, hiccups and whimpers and cries and Regulus is next to him doing something that shocks even him.
"You hate hugging," James nods softly as Regulus's arms slowly wrap around him.
"Well, today I'll make an exception," Regulus states indifferently "I think you need this," he informs, something soft in his gaze.
"Don't force yourself to do something just because I need it, you don't owe me anything, really," James convinces him, he swallows nervously.
"Shut up and take the offer," okay maybe Regulus wasn't the best at comforting, but who was going to teach him that? "I wanna do it, okay?" He adds, in that second James returned his hug and oddly enough the tension in Regulus' shoulders disappeared and he didn't feel suffocated, it was quite... nice?
James was warm even though he wasn't in the best shape, maybe it's a feature of the sun? To shine no matter what.
James' breathing slowly stabilizes, his eyes are closed, his grip is light, gentle, as if he's afraid of hurting the other person. His face no longer bears tears. Regulus wonders if he came at the best or the worst time, and neither option calms him down.
"Want me to call someone?" Regulus proposes after a long moment of silence, Regulus is well aware that he is the last person James would want here at the moment. "Ask if they will come?" He didn't think that question would put James on the verge of panic once again.
"No, no, no, please no," and here it sounds like begging, and if James begging on a daily basis would be funny, he was breaking Regulus' heart right now.
"Okay James okay, I won't, okay," Regulus soothes, stroking his back in a hopefully reassuring gesture. What surprises him, (it's an understatement but okay) is when James laughs, it's a wet laugh, but it is and it not sad anymore, it's quiet happy, as if he was amused. "What?" Regulus asks.
"You called me James," James grins quiet happily at him.
"Yeah, yeah, write it down in a diary or whatever," Ragulus rolls his eyes.
"Oh, I will," James chuckled.
"Yeah, well," Regulus coughs awkwardly as he pulls away from James "do you want to talk or anything?"
"No," James denies it, and Regulus understands, he's not the right person for this "it's okay, everything's fine," he reassures him and now Regulus frowns.
"Actually everything is not fine," Regulus raises an eyebrow, you're not crying, Regulus bet a long time, because of nothing, you don't panic when someone sees you cry, you don't do it if you're okay, if everything is fine.
"I was just watching this terribly sad movie, there, you can laugh all you want," James smiles at him and Regulus can't help but finds something forced about it.
"The TV is off and you can't fucking lie, you look away from me and snap your fingers," Regulus points out, he sits across from him, so what if they're still on the ground. "I would accept that explanation if it wasn't obvious that you were lying," he informs. "Seriously, you'll be better off if you let it out," he mumbles.
"It's stupid, I'm stupid," James shakes his head.
"I'm sure it's not, you wouldn't be depressed for a stupid reason," Regulus informs calmly.
"No, don't worry, it's just me being an idiot, right? After all, that's what I am," James snorted.
Sadness is replaced by anger, because why is Regulus being nice now? It's pity and nothing more, and James doesn't want that.
"Yeah you're an idiot," Regulus just shrugs and it's so easy that James starts laughing. "Now that we've established that, can you tell me what's going on?" he proposes.
James is giving up, maybe that's what he needs, someone to listen to him, to be held this one time instead of holding others.
"It's really stupid," he shakes his head because it's stupid, James had no right to react like that. "Sirius just forgot about-"
"That fucker, of course he messed up something again," Regulus huffs.
"Sirius is great really," James argues "I love him and everything, and–"
"Maybe that's why it hurts so much that he hurt you," Regulus proposes gently, who like who but he knew the pain, the one that Sirius caused too "it always hurts more when the people we love do it," he adds quietly.
"Maybe," James whispers "he forgot about my diagnosis," he said after a long silence "I had an appointment for today and he promised to go with me but something important came up with Remus and–" he tried to explain "in the end I didn't go anyway so it doesn't matter," he shakes his head. "I didn't have the courage to do it by myself. I needed support and now I have to–"he took a deep breath. "I have to wait longer, so it's nothing, it's just–"
"He didn't keep his promise," Regulus points out "that's a good reason to be angry with him," he assures softly.
"I'm not mad at him," James states quickly, he really was not "I couldn't, I-I'm just sad and mad at myself," he mumbles.
"What was that appointment?" Regulus ask, it's pure curiosity. What was so important to James? And why did Sirius forget about it?
"Oh that's just," another shaky breath "just the thing," he said "they were going to find out if my ADHD need medication," James muttered.
James spent quite a few years denying that thought that he may be burdened with this disease, because Sirius had ADHD and James wasn't like Sirius so he couldn't have had ADHD, it's simple.
It turns out that there is more than one type of this disability.
"Fuck," and in that short word there is regret, sympathy and an apology for every time Regulus told him to shut up, to talk down, to stop fidgeting, to stop talking, every time he was rude for reasons beyond James' control.
Regulus had learned to function with Sirius and let him do more of course that if he knew he would be more understanding with James too.
"I'm terribly selfish. I'm a terrible friend," James tugs at his hair.
"You are the least selfish person I know," Regulus argues.
"It's just– I feel selfish for needing him, that I want him here, I know he has more important things to do and I'm not his priority but I still want– I feel like he's replacing me, that I'm not important anymore and I know it's bulhit but I can't deny that, thought Remus is great and I love him but it's kind of– I miss what we had when he wasn't here and don't get me wrong I love him and I'm so glad Sirius has him they are good to each other they are something they need and I know I have no right to be jealous but I am and it's a fucking stupid feeling and I don't want to but– I can't stop and I feel it all the time even when he's next to me it's like he wants to be somewhere else and I feel– I feel damn bad that I think so because I know that he cares and I know that he wants my good and I want the best for him too. I feel like a bad friend to both of them, I shouldn't feel that way, I shouldn't be mad at Remus for taking Sirius and I shouldn't be mad at Sirius for wanting to be with Remus and– I didn't expect it to be so hard and now, it was just the climax and I exploded and I didn't want it I'm sorry you witnessed this," James lost himself in mumbling.
"James,"Regulus says.
"I know I should be happy and I really am. I'm happy for them it's just part of me that wants to be a part of it all and I feel left out which is stupid because it isn't but I–" he continues.
"James," Regulus urges.
"And I felt like that once when Sirius met Marlene and they created a great duo and I felt betrayed and– but it wasn't like that, they are still the most important to me and I to them and that's okay. I'm very happy that they get along well, they deserve happiness and now I see it and this time it will be the same, I just have to wait it out." He continues regardless.
"James," Regulus tries to catch his attention again.
"Sirius deserves love, he deserves the best and I want him to have it, it makes me so happy when he comes home smiling and tells me about Remus and their day and that's great and I'm grateful but– I'm a terrible friend there shouldn't be any 'but', I just behave like a spoiled brat who thinks that everything is due to him, I'm happy with his happiness and that's the end, nothing needs to change, he's only human, people forget. Actually I could remind him or anything and then he would apologize for forgetting I know, but I didn't, so it's all my fault."
"James," Regulus says again, a bit harshly this time.
"Oh sorry," James close his mouth. "I talk too much, sorry Regulus, you shouldn't have had to listen to all this, I'm so sorry."
"Shut up James," Regulus hissed.
"Yeah, okay, I'm sorry," James gave him an apologetic smile.
"No, it's not– look, James, you're talking bulshit, and you're treating yourself badly and it's– it's not something I expected, so shut up and listen, okay?" Regulus wipes his face with his hands.
"Yeah okay," James nodded.
"Maybe I know how you feel and maybe I don't know shit about it," he starts "but I think I understand, I understand, because when Sirius went to school, when he met you," he stops for a second "it was similar to me," he admits "we spent our whole childhood just the two of us, our parents did not allow us to integrate with our peers, we only had each other and then suddenly it stopped because Sirius found friends, because my brother was no longer just mine, and I was jealous and angry because I didn't want everything changed but Sirius met you and I wasn't the most important thing to him anymore, he didn't care for me anymore, the only thing he talked about was you and I couldn't enjoy his happiness," he confesses. "I'm glad for you really, I knew he needed more than me because I would never give him the smile you gave him," he smiles softly "so I felt replaced and pushed aside and unimportant," he states "but I wasn't. Do you know why?" James nodded. "Sirius is Sirius, he loves you floss and with all his heart and always comes back, always comes back to you and gives you his love," he explains.
"When I was younger I couldn't understand it but now, now I'm grateful that he had more than me, that he had you and that you taught him to love, I should thank you," he should have thanked James but he didn't say thank you but that was enough for James, he smiled slightly as if to say 'I forgive you' "You seem to understand it better because you know it now, you have this understanding on a par with sadness and anger, and it's probably worse because it's complicated," he sighed. "I had anger and then understanding so I don't really know how to help you, I can only give you so much that Sirius loves you and will never replace you because he needs you and your love," he smiles slightly. "Sirius needs a lot, he needs love and I know from a reliable source that you are in his hierarchy of values you're on a pedestal James, he adores you since he met you. He's never loved anyone like this and I'm glad he has you even though sometimes i still feel like i want him to treat me the way he treats you. It's impossible because he loves us in different ways but he loves all of us and you just... I guess you just have to come to terms with it and understand it."
"You–" James tries.
"I hated you," Regulus sighs.
"The past tense?" James frowns.
"Well," Regulus took a deep breath "because now you seem more familiar."
"Why?" James blinks.
"I guess you were nice and so damn good and perfect and I– I could never be like you and I understood why Sirius chose you over me and well. I was hurt?" Regulus shrugs.
"But he didn't choose anyone," James frowns.
"I know, I know that now." Regulus nods.
"Thank you Regulus," James smiles, it's better like that.
"It's okay James," Regulus only sighed.
"It is," he whispered and snuggled into him, because he had a chance.
And so they sat for hours just cuddling and breathing, occasionally saying quiet phrases to each other.
Even the sun needs a rest sometimes.
~when the sun met its support~
"What's wrong, James?" Regulus frowns as he walks over to James and extends his hand to help him up off the ground.
"Hey, don't kidnap my friend!" Sirius called after them, amused, he was happy, his brother and best friend had been getting along for more than a year, Sirius didn't know what had changed or when, but he was glad.
James and Regulus stepped outside, away from the others. Marlene gave them a worried look as they left.
"So?" Regulus looks at him carefully "you know you can talk to me, I'm listening James, I'm here, okay?" He assures quietly.
They sat in silence for fifteen minutes. Regulus gives him his hand and James takes advantage of it and plays with his rings, it's reassuring.
"It's just–" he took a deep breath "it just hit me," he's trying to find the words. "I'm sitting there looking around and all I see is couples and damn why am I not in a relationship? How–" he blinks rapidly, maybe he was holding back tears. "I'm the only one of them and I don't know why," he murmurs. "I mean– I know, it's just– I can't decide if what makes me unlovable is that I'm too much or too little, I overwhelm people," he whispers tearfully.
"James, you're not too much," Regulus cups his cheeks in his hands and looks into his eyes "never, do you understand? People who think like that are not worth your time, they don't deserve you, you are precious James, you are," he speaks with conviction.
The sun will always rise again, no matter what.
~when the sun met it's love~
James loves his solitude but well... he was meant to be a lover.
"James," Regulus says his name with a tenderness in his voice, reaches for his hand and joins it with his, the other hand he puts on the boy's cheek and rubs it with tender smile.
"You can't do this Reg, you can't do this to me," James tugs at his hair pulling away from him sharply. "My feelings for you are complicated, don't do this to me," his voice sounds like a plea. "I'm so sorry," he whispers "I know I shouldn't, I'm sorry," there were tears in his eyes.
"Don't you dare, James, never apologize for how you feel," Regulus demands, he's still close, but James can't push him away, he doesn't want to. "James, it's okay," he whispers softly. His forehead resting against James's, their breaths mingling "you are precious James, you are good, kind, bright, you are wonderful," he whispers, his breath hitting James' mouth.
How dare he get so close and do this to James?
"Stop, Regulus, stop," James pleaded weakly "you can't say all these nice things to me and be so close and expect me to–" he says nervously. "I'll kiss you if you won't stop," he warns him.
"Maybe that's what I want," Regulus teases him cruelly, his voice low.
"D-don't," James pleads. "Don't play with me," he shakes his head "I know, you said you weren't ready, I understand," he assures. "Don't push it 'cause you want me good Reg, it won't end well," he states.
"But maybe," Regulus looks him straight in the eye "maybe I want to try."
"What?" James blinks.
"I want to try James and I want to try with you," he admits, soft smile on his lips.
"You do?" James beams.
"I would love to try James," he admits "maybe I'm not ready for love and a relationship maybe I still feel insecure but hey," he smiles a little. "It's so much easier with you," he looked into James's eyes, finding light and encouragement to continue "you make love easy, loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done," James looks at him enchanted, he can't believe his luck. "If I have to try it, I want to do it with you," James grins at him. "I care about you James, you are a wonderful person and you make... you make me better," he smiles.
"You're to good for me, really," James grins at him.
They will try.
"Kiss me,"
Kissing Regulus was beautiful, being kissed by Regulus was beautiful.
The sun has never shone so brightly.
~when the sun met it's everything~
"I do," James smiles broadly.
Regulus takes a moment to process the words, the image of James in the damn suit taking his breath away.
James looks him in the eye calmly, waiting for his answer.
He is so beautiful.
"Regulus get yourself together," Barty huffs.
"Um, sorry?" Reg mumbles, his eyes still fixed on James.
"What are you thinking about, love?" James asks softly, looking at him with tenderness.
"I'm imagining our wedding," is Regulus' reply, because he's still fixated on James, and thinks of nothing else.
At this moment, Sirius pretends to vomit and the rest of the friends burst out laughing.
"Buy a ring first, you have to get engaged to get married," Sirius point out.
"Yeah, yeah keep bragging Sirius, we all know you won't let us forget that Remus and you are now engaged," James grins.
"I'm just, so, so happy," Sirius grins back.
"But about the wedding," James turned back to Regulus.
"Fuck off," Regulus goes back to the couch where Pandora is playing with his hair.
"I love you so much," James walks over to him and hugs him tight, kisses his forehead and nose and cheeks.
"Too much affection!" Regulus laughs out loud, trying to push him away.
"Love of my life," James grins.
"Oh Merlin, how much I love you James," Regulus kisses him.
The sun has a very bright life, don't you think?