Timeless

James

One month left until the wedding and it had finally hit the grooms that a wedding needed to be planned for it to happen (shocking, I know). It had been a bit of a chaos in the house for two days now, owls flying in and out with letters from bands and bakers and all else and whenever I'd asked if there was anything I could do it had somehow led to Pads and Moony quarrelling over yet another wedding detail so I had opted to stay out of the way instead. They'd find me if they needed me.

So I wandered the gardens and read on the back porch and wondered what it would be like if it was me getting married. And then my head quickly found the thoughts and worries about Regulus and how he was doing. Again. 

I needed a distraction. 

“Please, please, please tell me there is something, anything, I can help with,” I asked walking into the living room and throwing my unfinished book onto the piano. 

“Moony?” Padfoot was lying on the couch, reading a letter. In response, a bunch of bangs and clatter echoed from the kitchen. 

“Okay,” I'd had enough. I should've taken this wedding planning into my own hands a long while ago, “Padfoot, gimme the letters. Moony, stop whatever the heck you're building or demolishing and I'll deal with it. I declare myself your wedding planner from now on and will not take any arguing.”

Sirius let the letter fall onto a pile of others and wrapped me in a hug, “Thank you,” he sighed. 

“Are you… crying?!” 

“No..” he definitely was. I was right, I very much should have done this sooner. I patted him on the back. 

“Oi, go get your fiance and get some sleep or something. I think y'all need it. I've got it now,”

I watched Sirius paddle out of the room, still mumbling something about flowers and cakes and bands. I sighed. What a disaster. (But hey! There'd be a wedding!)

Before today I'd never sent a single howler in my entire life but now I'd sent four and three of them were to that same damn jeweller who apparently didn't understand we needed wedding rings and not one engagement ring with a bow-shaped diamond, whatever that was even supposed to mean. 

I sealed another envelope and sent the owl out the window, then sat down behind the kitchen table with a yawn. Was it really 2 am already? The last time I looked at the clock it was barely 2 pm. 

“I'm never getting married,” I mumbled to myself, ready to push myself up and call it a day.

“You don' believe it even yourself, do you?” Remus had somehow made it to the stove without me noticing. Or maybe he'd been there the whole time. 

I gave him a shrug, “I might not,”

He stared at me. 

I avoided eye contact. He knew finding my soulmate had been a dream of mine for so long and if I spoke of not marrying, which he could sense was true (honestly so unfair, werewolf privileges I swear to god (yes I know it's not really a privilege per se)), then he knew something was wrong.

A cup of hot chocolate appeared in front of me as Moony sat opposite of me, “Just tell me what the hell is wrong, Prongs, 'cause you been actin' strange for months and neither Pads nor I can seem to figure out why. We're quite worried, not gonna lie,”

“Fine,” Regulus being my soulmate was eating me and I needed to tell someone. Usually, it was Padfoot I went to with my thoughts, just as he often shared with me, but I could not tell that to him so… “you cannot tell Sirius though. He will kill me.”

“Okay, you're scaring me now, what the hell d'you do?”

“Regulus is my soulmate,” the words leaving my lips were the most painful yet easiest ones to ever do so. Finally, I looked up. 

I had expected him to be more shocked, to be honest.

“You won't tell Sirius, will you?”

He shook his head, “That's your story to tell.”

“I don't think I will. What point is there anyway? Reggie is somewhere following his family duty and hiding his identity and won't even show up to his own brother's wedding so the chances of me seeing him anytime soon are… well… God the things I would give just to see him again. Even from a distance..”

“He might still show, you know,” 

“He actually hates me. Pretty sure he hates Sirius too. So I doubt it,”

“You're both fking impossible,” 

“Both?! You've spoken to Reggie?!”

He nodded.

“Does Sirius know?”

A headshake.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because back when I was pining for Pads all I wished for was a glimmer of hope. And now I can give you that. So don't give up on him just yet, will you? He's a slow arsehole but there's a chance he might come around still,”

“Did he.. did he say he would be showing?”

“No, he said he can't,” 

“Oh,” disappointment washed over me.

“Can't, Prongs. Not won't or doesn't want to. I'm working on it,”

“What's stopping him?”

“I'm afraid I cannot tell you that,”

“You're gonna keep the secrets of my own soulmate from me?”

“Didn't you just ask me to keep secrets from mine?”

“Ugh, Smartass,” I took our now empty cups to the sink.

“Think he likes you, by the way.” 

I almost dropped a cup, “What?”

“Regulus. Anytime I mentioned you, or he did, his heart sped up. He either really fucking hates you dude, or..”

“Or he doesn't.”

Now my heartbeat sped up.