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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. James woke up slowly, feeling the weight of the previous night lingering in his chest—a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. He stretched out, his hand reaching for his phone on the bedside table, the memory of Regulus's texts still fresh in his mind.
He couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the unexpected hug, the way Regulus had hesitated before stepping out into the night, pulling him close without a word. It wasn’t everything, but it was a start.
He glanced at the time. It was still early, but his mind was already racing with the possibilities of the day ahead. They weren’t exactly “together” yet, but they weren’t apart either. There was hope, and for now, that was enough.
As he got dressed, his phone buzzed again. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Regulus, but when he picked it up, it was a message from Sirius.
Pads :)) : You alive? (08:17)
James : Barely. Last night was a lot. (08:18)
Pads :)) : Figured. You guys good? (08:19)
James : Not sure yet. He came out to see me, though. That’s something, right? (08:19)
Pads :)) : That’s huge, mate. You’ll get there. (08:20)
James stared at the screen for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he tried to figure out how to express everything he was feeling. He finally settled on a simple response.
James : Thanks, Sirius. I really needed that. (08:21)
Pads :)) : Anytime. So, what’s the plan for today? (08:21)
James paused, thinking about it. What was the plan for today? He wasn’t sure. Everything felt so uncertain, like he was standing on the edge of something big but didn’t quite know how to move forward.
Before he could respond, another message popped up, this time from Lily.
Lils: You busy today? Pandora’s roped me into something, but she’ll probably be busy, and I could use a distraction. (08:22)
James raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Lily never usually asked for help with anything, much less a distraction. This was new.
James: What kind of something? (08:23)
Lils: Something about a new job. Pandora’s got a plan, and you know how she is when she’s on a mission. I thought you might want to come along for moral support. (08:24)
James: Sure. Give me an hour? (08:24)
Lils: Fine. Don’t be late. (08:25)
As he slipped on his shoes, James couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over him. It was a new day, and while everything wasn’t perfectly resolved, there was a path forward. He was about to step out the door when his phone buzzed again.
This time, it was Regulus.
Reg <3: Morning. (08:26)
James: Morning. (08:26)
There was a pause, and James felt his heart race in the silence that followed. What was Regulus thinking? How was he feeling after last night?
Reg <3: I’ll text you later. Need some time to think. (08:27)
James: Take all the time you need. I’m here. (08:27)
A small smile tugged at James’s lips as he pocketed his phone. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it was enough to keep him going. As he headed out the door, he knew that today wasn’t just about spending time with Lily or figuring out what came next with Regulus. It was about moving forward, one step at a time, with the people who mattered most by his side.
-
When James arrived at the agreed-upon spot, he found Lily waiting outside a quaint little bookstore he hadn’t noticed before. The sign above the door read "Whimsical Reads," and through the window, he could see shelves packed with books, cozy chairs, and a small coffee corner.
Lily greeted him with a smile. "Glad you could make it."
"Wouldn’t miss it," James replied, his curiosity about the situation growing. "So, what's the deal here?"
Before Lily could answer, the door to the bookstore swung open, and Pandora stepped out, waving enthusiastically. "James! Perfect timing!"
James raised an eyebrow, a little caught off guard by Pandora's usual exuberance. "Hey, Pandora. What's going on?"
"Come inside, and I'll explain everything," she said, already leading the way. James exchanged a glance with Lily, who just shrugged, and they followed Pandora into the bookstore.
Inside, the warm, welcoming atmosphere made James relax a bit. The smell of old books and fresh coffee filled the air, and he could see a few customers browsing the shelves or sitting in cosy nooks with books in hand.
Then, he noticed someone standing near the counter, looking slightly out of place.
Barty.
Arms crossed and an expression of thinly veiled impatience on his face. James blinked in surprise, shooting Lily a questioning look.
Lily gave him a small, knowing smile. "Barty’s here for… well, Pandora’s trying to help him out."
Barty noticed them and raised an eyebrow. "Potter. Didn’t expect to see you here."
"Yeah, well, didn’t expect to be here," James replied, still trying to figure out why Barty was involved in this. "What’s going on?"
Pandora clapped her hands together, clearly excited. "I’ve been helping out here part-time, and the owner mentioned they’re looking for someone more permanent. I thought Barty might be interested."
Barty scoffed, but there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Pandora thinks I need a 'real' job."
Pandora sighs in response, shaking her head, “I don’t want you to get a ‘real job’, I want you to get a job that will actually make you happy.”
James looked between them, trying to gauge the situation. Barty and Pandora were an unexpected pair. He supposed it made a bit of sense since he apparently had something going on with her brother. Iit was clear Pandora had some sort of influence over him. "A job in a bookstore, huh?"
"Yes," Pandora said, her enthusiasm undeterred. "It’s a good place, Barty. Peaceful, with plenty of time to think, and you’d be surrounded by all kinds of books. I thought it might be… grounding."
Barty shrugged, clearly not thrilled but not outright rejecting the idea either. "I’m only considering it because Pandora won’t stop going on about it. A bookstore didn’t end well for me last time."
"That’s a better attitude than you had this morning," Lily quipped, nudging him slightly.
James smiled a bit at that. "Well, I guess you’ve got nothing to lose by giving it a shot."
Barty rolled his eyes. "Don’t get any ideas, Potter. I’m just here to get Pandora off my back."
James held up his hands in mock surrender. "No ideas here. Just… along for the ride."
Pandora beamed at both of them. "That’s the spirit!"
As they moved further into the bookstore, Pandora led Barty to the back where the manager was waiting to talk to him. James and Lily hung back, giving them some space.
"So," James said quietly, "how did you get roped into this?"
Lily chuckled. "Pandora has a way of making you feel like you’re the one who volunteered, even when you didn’t. Plus, I thought Barty could use some support."
James raises an eyebrow, “You’re friends?”
“Not exactly. But Pandora’s taken a liking to Regulus and he brings the guy everywhere. Plus I think he’s dating her brother?”
James nodded, watching as Barty reluctantly engaged in conversation with the manager. "You think he’ll take it?"
"Honestly?" Lily replied, "I’m not sure. But it’s worth a try."
James’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, hoping for another message from Regulus. Instead, it was Sirius checking in on him.
Pads :)): How’s it going? (09:15)
James: Fine. Helping out with something unexpected. I’ll tell you later. (09:16)
He slipped his phone back into his pocket, still feeling the strange mix of emotions that had been swirling around him since last night. Things with Regulus were still fragile, but at least they were talking. That was something.
As Pandora continued talking to the manager, James turned to Lily. "So, what happens if Barty actually takes the job?"
Lily smiled, a bit mischievously. "Then I guess we’ll have a new place to hang out."
James laughed softly, nodding. "Yeah, I suppose we will."
Pandora finally rejoined them, a hopeful look on her face. "I think he’s considering it."
James glanced back at Barty, who was still deep in conversation with the manager. "Well, here's hoping it works out."
As they waited for Barty to finish up, James felt his phone buzz again. He pulled it out and saw a message from Regulus.
Reg <3: Just wanted to let you know I’m thinking about you. (09:20)
James: I’m thinking about you too. (09:20)
A small warmth spread through James as he pocketed his phone once more. The messages weren’t exactly profound, but they were a sign that Regulus was still there, still thinking about him. That was enough for now.
-
Regulus was lounging on the sofa in their shared apartment, the soft hum of a nearby lamp providing a warm light in the otherwise quiet room. He had spent the morning reflecting on everything—the space he’d taken from James, and the conversations that had unfolded since. He was still processing everything, but he felt a cautious optimism about what might come next.
The front door creaked open, and Barty walked in, his usual air of nonchalance replaced by something slightly more animated. Regulus looked up, curious about the sudden change in Barty's demeanour.
“You’ll never guess who got a new job!” Barty announced with an exaggerated flourish, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Before Regulus could do or say anything, Barty deadpanned, “Me. It’s me. I got a new job.”
Regulus's eyebrow shot up further. “Really?”
Regulus doesn’t bother to ask what happened to the last one.
Barty plopped down on the opposite end of the sofa with a sigh. “Pandora got me hired.”
Regulus blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Pandora? Is that ethical?”
Barty shrugged, his expression a mix of resignation and defiance. “Uhm, does it matter?”
Regulus chuckled softly, though his mind was already racing with the implications. “And what kind of job did Pandora manage to land you?”
“She wants me to work with children in a bookstore,” Barty replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Because clearly, I’m the perfect role model for impressionable young minds.”
Regulus couldn’t help but smile at the thought, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. They didn’t talk about their families much, but Regulus knew enough to understand that Barty’s upbringing had been as stifling as his own. The idea of Barty working with children was almost too absurd to imagine, but it also held a strange kind of potential.
“She wants you to work with children?” Regulus asked, his voice carrying a hint of scepticism.
“Apparently,” Barty said with a mock bow. “Because I have such a natural affinity for the little monsters.”
Regulus studied Barty for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “You’re not exactly known for your patience with people other than me, you know. Or Evan now I suppose.”
Barty snorted. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me. But who knows? Maybe I’ll find some hidden talent for storytelling or, you know, not terrifying kids.”
Regulus leaned back against the cushions, considering the possibilities. Barty had never had the chance to truly be a child himself, thanks to a rigid upbringing and the pressures of his family. Maybe working with children, despite his reservations, could offer him a different perspective. It was a strange form of redemption—a chance to make a positive impact in a way that had been denied to him in his own youth.
“Or maybe you’ll end up killing a child,” Regulus said with a wry smile.
Barty grinned, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “I’ll try to keep that to a minimum. But it’s a job, and it’s something different. So, I guess that’s a start.”
Regulus nodded thoughtfully. “Sometimes starting is the hardest part. But you’ve got this. Pandora wouldn’t have pushed if she didn’t believe you could do it.”
Barty shrugged, his grin fading slightly. “Yeah, well, let’s hope she’s right. I’m not exactly used to this kind of thing.”
Regulus studied him, noting the underlying tension in Barty’s voice. Despite the bravado, it was clear that the new job was a big step for him. “It’s a new beginning. And sometimes, new beginnings are the hardest but also the most rewarding.”
Barty gave a reluctant nod, as if he were trying to convince himself of that fact. “Well, we’ll see how it goes. I suppose it’s a better option than sitting around waiting for something to change.”
Regulus chuckled softly. “Exactly. And who knows? You might even enjoy it.”
Barty raised an eyebrow. “Or I might make a mess of it. But hey, that’s life.”
Regulus gave him a reassuring smile. “True. Just remember, no matter what happens, you’re not alone in this.”
Barty looked at Regulus, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension in his eyes. “Thanks. I guess that helps.”
As they sat in companionable silence, the atmosphere between them was lighter, a quiet acknowledgment of the changes and challenges ahead. Regulus’s thoughts drifted back to his conversation with James and the possibilities that lay ahead for them as well.
There was a sense of shared uncertainty, but also a quiet hope for what the future might bring.
-
The days rolled on in a quiet rhythm, marked by the gentle passage of time. James and Regulus had spent the last week in a state of tentative calm, each grappling with their own thoughts and emotions. James threw himself into daily routines with a renewed sense of purpose, while Regulus remained contemplative, weighing the fragile hopes and fears that had surfaced after their last encounter.
The morning sun cast a soft light over James’s apartment as he sat at his desk, staring at a blank piece of paper. His thoughts were consumed by the reflection of the past week—the shared moments with Regulus and the silence that had followed. It was a quiet day, but the silence between them was heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
James sighed, setting his pen down. He glanced at a small bundle of dried flowers sitting on the corner of his desk. It was a gift he had picked up from a local market, one that held special significance. The flowers were a delicate mix of lavender and bluebells—symbols of calm, healing, and devotion. The lavender stood for devotion, while the bluebells represented humility and gratitude. They seemed like the perfect way to express his feelings for Regulus.
He picked up the flowers and carefully arranged them into a small, elegant bouquet. As he worked, he mentally rehearsed the words he wanted to write in the accompanying letter. He wanted to convey the depth of his feelings, his understanding of their situation, and his hope for a future together.
In the living room, Sirius and Remus were engaged in their usual banter. James joined them, his determination evident in his demeanour. Sirius looked up, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the serious expression on James’s face.
“Alright, what’s going on?” Sirius asked, curiosity piqued.
James took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Regulus and us. I know things are still a bit shaky, and I want to make sure he knows how much he means to me. I’m planning something special.”
Remus looked up from his book, interest flickering in his eyes. “Like what?”
James showed them the bouquet and the letter he had written. “I’m sending him this. I want him to know that I’m serious about us and that I’m willing to put in the effort to make things right.”
Sirius studied the bouquet with a thoughtful expression. “That’s a nice gesture, James. But are you sure this will be enough?”
James shook his head, his gaze steady. “No. But I want him to see that I’m not just saying things—I’m showing them. But I’m also nervous. What if he doesn’t believe me? What if he thinks I’m just trying to make up for past mistakes?”
Remus placed a reassuring hand on James’s shoulder. “Sometimes actions speak louder than words. And I think this gesture shows that you’re committed. The fact that you’re worried about how he’ll perceive it just shows how much you care.”
James gave a small smile, comforted by his friends’ support. “Thanks, both of you. I just hope it’s enough.”
The next morning, James stood outside Regulus’s apartment, bouquet in hand. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The gesture was meant to be a bridge, a way to mend the gaps that had formed between them.
He knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. When Regulus opened the door, his expression was a mix of surprise and cautious curiosity. James offered a nervous smile and extended the bouquet.
“I know I said I thought you weren’t the flower type,” James began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability, “but I thought you’d like the symbolism of it.
Regulus took the bouquet, his eyes softening as he examined the flowers,“Lavender for devotion, and bluebells for humility and gratitude.” There was a long pause, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
“I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”
“This is…” Regulus began, his voice faltering slightly, “unexpected.”
James nodded, a mixture of hope and apprehension in his eyes. “I know things between us haven’t been perfect, but I’m trying. I want to make things right, and I hope this is a start.”
Regulus’s gaze shifted from the bouquet to James’s face. “It’s thoughtful. Thank you.”
James's hopeful smile wavered slightly as he studied Regulus's reaction. “I really meant it. I just want to move forward together.”
Regulus nodded, his expression softening as he took the bouquet into the apartment. “Thank you,” he said quietly, as though unsure how to bridge the gap between them.
James watched him go, a mixture of relief and nervous anticipation settling over him. He turned to leave, but Regulus’s hesitant voice stopped him.
“James, wait.”
James turned back, looking at Regulus with a mixture of hope and curiosity.
“Do you want some coffee or tea?” Regulus offered, his voice gentle but carrying an undercurrent of hesitation.
James nodded gratefully. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
As they moved into the kitchen, Regulus busied himself preparing the drinks. The silence between them was filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Regulus's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions—his heart still aching from their past struggles, yet softening at the sight of James's earnest gesture.
-
The next day, Regulus stumbled into their shared apartment, still wrestling with the weight of his doubts and insecurities. He tried to push the thoughts aside as he opened the door, only to be met with a scene that made him freeze in place.
Barty and Evan were in the midst of being intimate on the couch. Regulus’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight.
“Oh my—fuck, I am so sorry I— I’m just going to go—” Regulus stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment as he turned to leave.
“Wait, Reg—” Barty's voice called out, but he hit the floor with a thud as he scrambled to pull on clothes.
Evan, on the other hand, remained unimpressed, casually adjusting his shirt.
“Sorry, Rose. What’s up, Reg?”
Regulus’s face burned as he struggled to regain his composure. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just—”
“No, come on,” Barty said, finally managing to stand and pull on his trousers. “It’s fine. What’s going on?”
Regulus laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, no, I’m not going to talk about this when you were literally just—never mind. I’m going to have to burn that couch. Thanks, guys. Seriously, your bedroom is like right there. Could you not fuck in there like–”
“Well, we weren’t fucking anymore, you kind of interrupted that,” Evan mumbled, still looking unaffected.
Barty gave Evan a sidelong glance and then turned back to Regulus. “Come on, Reg. You can’t just cockblock us like that and then leave. What’s really going on?”
Regulus hesitated, then sighed deeply. “I just... I’m all over the place. I keep thinking about James. I still love him, but I can’t shake the feeling that maybe I’m just his last option. The backup plan.”
Barty and Evan exchanged a look, and Evan nodded understandingly. “Look, Reg,” Barty began, his tone softer than usual, “if you’re feeling like that, it’s probably because you haven’t fully processed everything. You’re not just anyone’s backup plan. You’re someone who matters.”
Regulus swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. “But how can I not feel like a second choice when it seems like everyone else has already been considered?”
Evan reached over and placed a reassuring hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “It’s natural to feel insecure, especially when you’ve been hurt. But if James is reaching out, if he’s trying to make things right, it means you’re more than just an afterthought. You’re someone he’s still willing to fight for.”
Regulus nodded, though his gaze remained distant. “I hope so. It’s just hard to shake the feeling of being the last option.”
Evan glanced at Barty and then back at Regulus. “Hey, Barty, why don’t you give us a minute?” he suggested gently.
Barty nodded, sensing the need for privacy. “Alright, I’ll give you guys some space. I’m sure I can find something to do elsewhere.”
As Barty left the apartment, Evan gestured for Regulus to sit down. They settled into the sofa, the atmosphere more subdued. Soon, Regulus found himself in the small café he often frequented, where he started to bring Evan to hang out. Evan sat across from him, a cup of coffee in hand and a concerned look on his face.
Evan’s eyebrows knitted together. “Still unsure?”
Regulus nodded slowly. “Yeah. I love him, Evan. I really do. But every time I think about moving forward, I remember all the pain and the mistakes. I’m scared of getting hurt again.”
Evan leaned back, considering Regulus’s words. “It’s normal to be scared. Relationships are risky, especially when they’ve been through tough times. But if you still love him, and if you’re willing to try, it might be worth taking the risk.”
Regulus sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I know. But what if it doesn’t work out? What if I’m just setting myself up for more heartache?”
Evan’s expression softened. “It’s a gamble, Regulus. But sometimes, the gamble is worth it. Look at what you have now—the love and the moments you shared. Those are real. Maybe it’s worth fighting for.”
Regulus considered Evan’s words, the weight of his fears slowly lifting as he reflected on the small reminders of his past with James. The letter in the box, the dates they’d been on, and the moments of laughter and joy. It was these fragments of his past that were slowly nudging him towards the possibility of reconciliation.
Evan took another sip of his coffee, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s funny you mention being scared of getting hurt. I’ve been dealing with something similar.”
Regulus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”
Evan glanced away, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness. “It’s Barty. I care about him a lot, more than I ever expected to. But there’s this constant fear that holds me back. I’m afraid of getting too close, of letting myself fall completely.”
Regulus leaned in slightly. “Why? What’s stopping you?”
Evan hesitated, searching for the right words. “I think part of it has to do with his father. I don’t think he’s used to... I don’t know, just—”
“Love?” Regulus suggested gently.
Evan nodded. “Well, maybe not love yet. But definitely something deeper than he’s used to. Barty’s father was always critical and distant. It’s hard to break free from those old habits, especially when they’re tied to someone who was supposed to be supportive.”
Regulus nodded, understanding the weight of Evan’s words. “It’s difficult to change patterns when you’ve grown up with them. And it’s even harder when they come from someone who was supposed to be a source of support.”
He'd know.
Evan looked down at his coffee, his voice soft. “I want to be there for Barty, to really be with him, but the fear of getting hurt or of not being enough keeps creeping in.”
Regulus reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Evan’s. “It’s not easy to confront those fears, but admitting them is a step in the right direction. Maybe Barty understands more than you think. If he cares about you, he’ll be willing to work through it with you.”
Evan’s gaze met Regulus’s, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “I hope so. I really do. I just need to find the courage to let go of those fears and take the leap.”
Regulus gave Evan’s hand a comforting squeeze before withdrawing. “You’ve already shown a lot of courage by talking about it. That’s a good start. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time for both of us to take those leaps.”
Evan nodded, a small, determined smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
As they sat in the cosy café, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, but both Regulus and Evan carried the weight of their reflections with them. The path forward was uncertain, but with each other's support, they both felt a little more prepared to face their fears and embrace the possibilities of reconciliation and connection.
-
Regulus arrived at the flat, carrying a stack of books he had borrowed from Remus. He fumbled with the keys he’d borrowed from Sirius, the day's events weighing heavily on his mind. He hoped that the quiet of the flat would provide him with a moment of solitude and clarity.
As he opened the door, he heard the faint murmur of voices coming from the living room. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quietly stepped inside, intending to put the books away and leave.
In the living room, he found Sirius and James deep in conversation. They were seated on the sofa, their voices low but tense. Regulus paused in the hallway, unable to resist listening.
James’s voice was strained, full of regret. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, Sirius. About everything. About Regulus. I know I’ve messed up. I’ve hurt him, and I’m not sure if I can make it right.”
Sirius’s tone was calm, though there was an edge of concern. “James, you’ve been carrying this weight for a while. It’s clear you care deeply about Regulus. But you can’t fix things overnight. You need to be honest with him, show him that you’re serious about making amends.”
James sighed heavily. “I know. It’s just… every time I think about him, I remember how I let him down. How I was too caught up in my own issues to see how much he loved me. It’s hard not to feel like I’m too late, that I’m just trying to clean up the mess I made.”
Regulus felt a pang of hurt at James’s words but also a spark of hope. He realised that James was not just making a gesture; he was deeply regretful and genuinely concerned about Regulus’s feelings.
Sirius’s voice softened. “It’s never too late to try. If you truly want to make things right, you have to show Regulus that you’re committed to change. Actions speak louder than words. He needs to see that you’re not just apologising, but that you’re ready to put in the effort to rebuild what you had.”
James nodded, his expression one of deep remorse. “I just wish I knew the right way to show him. I want him to know how much I care, how much I regret everything. I don’t want him to think I’m just... settling for him because he’s my last option.”
Regulus’s heart skipped a beat. He had been so focused on his own insecurities and fears that he had failed to see the depth of James’s feelings. James wasn’t just trying to fix things; he was expressing his genuine remorse and love.
Sirius glanced towards the door, sensing Regulus’s presence. “I think you should talk to him, James. But maybe now’s not the best time.”
Regulus took a deep breath and stepped into the room, his presence announced by the soft sound of the door closing behind him. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just came to drop off these books.”
Sirius, catching the tension in the air, stood up and gave James a final, encouraging nod. “I’ll give you two some space. Regulus, let’s talk later.”
With a final, understanding look, Sirius left the room, leaving Regulus and James alone. Regulus stood there, holding the books tightly, trying to process the revelation he had just overheard.
James looked up, his eyes meeting Regulus’s with a mixture of hope and trepidation. “Regulus... I didn’t know you were here.”
Regulus took a few steps forward, his voice quiet but resolute. “I heard what you said, James. About your regrets and how you feel about me.”
Regulus remained silent, his heart racing as he processed James’s words. The room was thick with unspoken thoughts until James finally broke the silence.
“I’ve been thinking… a lot,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Regulus waited, sensing that James had more to say.
James shifted nervously, struggling to find the right words. “I’m not good at this.”
Regulus tilted his head slightly, curiosity and concern in his eyes. “Feelings?”
James offered hesitantly, “Thinking. But that too.”
Regulus’s gaze softened. He could see the vulnerability in James’s expression, the genuine struggle he was facing. “It’s okay to not have all the answers,” Regulus said softly. “I’ve been trying to figure things out myself. It’s hard to balance how we feel with how we’re afraid we might be perceived.”
James nodded, his eyes searching Regulus’s face for understanding. “I’ve been so caught up in my own mistakes and regrets that I haven’t always seen how much I hurt you. And now, every time I think about making things right, I’m afraid it’s too late
Regulus took a deep breath, feeling a mix of pain and hope. “I’ve been afraid too. Of being a second choice, of you only coming back because there’s no one else. But hearing you talk, I see that it’s more complicated than that.”
James took a step closer, his eyes earnest. “It is complicated, but I want to show you that my feelings are real. I want to make things right, not just because I feel guilty, but because I care deeply about you.”
Regulus’s heart ached with the weight of their shared history and the potential for a future together. “I’m scared too, James. Scared of getting hurt again, scared that maybe we’re not ready for this.”
James reached out tentatively, his hand hovering near Regulus’s. “I understand. But maybe we can face that fear together. We don’t have to have everything figured out right now, but we can start by being honest with each other and taking it one step at a time.”
Regulus looked at James, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Okay. Let’s try that. Let’s be honest and see where it takes us.”
James’s face brightened with a mix of relief and hope. “Thank you, Regulus. I promise to do everything I can to show you how much you mean to me.”
Regulus took James’s hand in his, feeling the warmth and reassurance of his touch. James grazed his face gently, his fingers tracing the line of Regulus’s jaw.
“Just kiss me, James.”
“I can do that.”
They leaned into each other, their bodies moving in unison. Their lips met in a kiss that was consumed by heat, passion, and love—pure, unfiltered love. There was no competition, no desperate need to force love, no excuses. It was real, genuine, and deeply felt.
As they pulled back, Regulus smirked slightly, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions with a teasing comment. “Hmm. Adequate.”
James raised an eyebrow, his lips turning into a playful grin. “Please, I’m a lot more than adequate, Reg.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his expression softened the gesture. “Like I'd ever admit that to your face.”
James leaned in closer, his voice low and full of affection. “You can’t trick me, baby. I know you’re soft.”
Regulus froze, the playful banter halting as the word hung in the air. “You called me baby?”
James’s face flushed slightly as he quickly tried to backtrack. “You don’t like it? If you don’t like it, I can call you something else or nothing at all. Well, not nothing because I suppose I’d just be calling you by your name or—well, I guess I’ve always called you Reg, but—”
Before James could ramble any further, Regulus kissed him again, effectively silencing his anxious babbling. The kiss was softer this time, filled with reassurance and tenderness.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Regulus whispered almost to himself as they pulled apart. His voice was softer now, the earlier teasing replaced by something more genuine. “It’s fine, James. I like it, even.”
James let out a small, relieved laugh, his eyes bright with affection. “Good. Because I think I like calling you that.”
Regulus smiled, his hand still resting on James’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Then don’t stop.”
James didn’t intend to. He leaned in again, capturing Regulus’s lips in another kiss, sealing the moment with a promise that things between them would only get better from here.
-
The next evening, the group gathered at the coffee shop. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations and the occasional clinking of cups. Regulus and James sat close together at a corner table, their hands intertwined under the table, a small but significant gesture.
Sirius was the first to notice. His sharp eyes flicked between them, taking in the easy way they leaned into each other, the small smiles they shared. A grin spread across his face as he realised what was happening.
“Oi, you two,” Sirius called out, loud enough to grab everyone’s attention. “Something you want to share with the class?”
James squeezed Regulus’s hand before they both turned to face their friends. “Actually, yeah,” James said, unable to hide the smile that tugged at his lips. “Regulus and I… we’re together.”
There was a brief moment of silence as the words sunk in, and then Sirius, always the dramatic one, let out a whoop and slapped the table.
“Took you bloody long enough!” Sirius teased, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “I was starting to think I’d have to knock some sense into you.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t suppress the smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have minded seeing that, actually.”
“Hey, make no mistake, I was talking about you as well.” Sirius laughed and ignored the glare that he got oin return. Sirius’s grin widened as he reached across the table, snatching a piece of a cinnamon swirl pastry off Remus’s plate. Remus’s expression shifted from mild annoyance to fond resignation.
“What’s yours is mine, my love,” Sirius said, taking a big bite of the pastry and giving Remus an exaggerated wink.
Remus shook his head, though his lips were twitching with a barely concealed smile. “You know, I think you’re the only person who could get away with that.”
Barty, sitting next to Evan, exchanged a knowing look with him before turning to Regulus with a smirk. “So, you finally managed to catch the golden boy, huh? Took you long enough, Reg.”
Evan snickered, nudging Barty. “Guess we’ll have to stop teasing you about pining after him now.”
Regulus shot them a mock glare. “Don’t think I won’t remember this next time you two decide to be insufferable.”
Lily, who had been watching the scene unfold with a warm smile, leaned forward. “Congratulations, both of you. You deserve to be happy.” She turned to James, her expression softening. “And you, James, take care of him. Or you’ll have more than just Sirius to answer to.”
James nodded, his expression serious for a moment. “I will, Lily. I promise.”
Pandora, sitting beside Lily, clapped her hands together. “This is wonderful news! I’m so happy for both of you.”
Remus, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. “Well, I’m glad to see you two figured it out. It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.” He then turned to Peter, holding out his hand expectantly. “Alright, Pete. Pay up.”
Peter groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few crumpled bills. He slapped them into Remus’s hand with a sigh. “I still think it could’ve gone either way,” Peter muttered, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
“Better luck next time, mate,” Remus replied with a chuckle, pocketing the money.
Barty, who had been enjoying the banter, suddenly turned serious as he looked at James. “But seriously, Potter,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “If you hurt him again, I’ll make sure you regret it. And trust me, I’m very creative.”
The threat was laced with Barty’s usual charm, but the underlying seriousness was clear. James raised his hands in mock surrender. “Message received, Barty. No hurting Regulus. Got it.”
Regulus leaned into James, feeling the warmth of his friends’ acceptance and the security of their support. “I think he’s got it,” Regulus said, smiling up at James.
Barty, ever the instigator, leaned over and grinned at Regulus. “So, will he replace our table?”
Regulus sighed, knowing exactly where this was going. “Barty, we already replaced it.”
“Okay, but will he replace our replacing?” Barty shot back, his tone playful but with just enough seriousness to make his point. The table they had gotten to replace the old one was a cheap, flimsy thing—barely holding up under the weight of their antics.
Regulus looked at Barty with an exasperated expression before turning to James, who was stifling a laugh. “Baby...” Regulus began, his tone halfway between a plea and a resigned acceptance of the inevitable.
James chuckled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Regulus’s temple. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one. Something sturdy this time, I promise.”
Barty nodded approvingly. “Good, because if that thing collapses one more time, I’m holding you personally responsible, Potter.”
The group burst into laughter, the teasing continuing as they enjoyed the rest of their evening together.
After the group gathering at the coffee shop, where everyone had celebrated James and Regulus finally getting together, the night was winding down. The laughter and banter had faded into the background as people started to say their goodbyes. Regulus noticed Barty and Evan slipping out together, and out of curiosity—or maybe just wanting to check in—he decided to quietly follow them.
He found them outside, leaning against the brick wall of the coffee shop, the cool night air wrapping around them. The street was quiet, save for the occasional car passing by. Barty was looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets, while Evan stood beside him, close enough that their shoulders were almost touching.
“So,” Barty began, his tone light but with an underlying seriousness, “when do you think we’ll stop dancing around each other?”
Evan chuckled softly, turning his head to look at Barty. “Maybe we should just stop dancing and start something else.”
Barty’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was a warmth in his eyes that Regulus hadn’t seen before. “Yeah? And what’s that ‘something else’ you have in mind?”
Evan didn’t miss a beat. “How about we stop pretending we don’t know what’s been happening between us?”
Barty turned to fully face Evan, his usual sarcasm momentarily giving way to something more sincere. “You know, I’ve been wondering how long we could keep this up. But I’m not much for patience.”
Evan smiled, an amused but soft expression on his face. “Patience isn’t exactly your strong suit, is it?”
Barty shrugged, taking a step closer to Evan. “Never has been. But I think we’ve waited long enough.”
There was a brief, charged silence as they looked at each other, the unspoken feelings between them finally coming to the surface. Then, in a move that felt almost inevitable, Barty leaned in, closing the distance between them.
But instead of a sarcastic quip or a witty remark, he simply kissed Evan. The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly deepened, filled with the kind of intensity that came from months of dancing around each other.
When they finally pulled apart, Evan let out a small, breathless laugh. “Well, that was long overdue.”
Barty grinned, the playful edge back in his voice. “Yeah, well, some things are worth the wait.”
Evan rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was genuine. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Nope,” Barty replied, looking completely unapologetic. “But you knew that.”
Regulus, watching from a discreet distance, couldn’t help but smile to himself. He decided not to intrude, quietly turning back toward the coffee shop. As he walked away, he felt a sense of contentment. Things were changing, but in the best possible way.
Back outside, Barty and Evan shared another look, this time filled with the certainty that they had both been waiting for. There was no more dancing around it—whatever was between them, it was real, and it was just beginning.
-
Regulus and Barty found themselves alone at the apartment. The atmosphere was relaxed, a quiet settling over them as the day’s events caught up with them. Regulus leaned back on the couch, a contented sigh escaping him.
“OK, now that everything is fine and dandy…” Barty began, his tone deceptively casual. “How big is his cock?”
Regulus nearly choked on the sip of water he had just taken. “Barty!”
“What? I’m just asking.” Barty grinned, unrepentant. “I mean, he’s like—”
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Regulus interrupted, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, though a blush was creeping up his neck.
“So you’ve said.” Barty shrugged, unbothered. He turned to face Regulus fully, leaning in with a conspiratorial air. “But hey, you promised me details.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, trying to fend off Barty’s relentless curiosity. “I did not promise you anything of the sort.”
“Come on, Reg. We’ve been friends for how long? You can’t leave me hanging here.” Barty’s tone was playful, but there was a genuine curiosity behind his teasing.
Regulus sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” Barty admitted with a smirk, “but that’s why you love me.”
Regulus shook his head, still smiling. “You’re lucky I do.”
Barty laughed, giving Regulus a playful nudge. “So…?”
Regulus shook his head, still unwilling to indulge Barty's curiosity. "Not happening."
"Fine, fine. I'll let it go… for now." Barty relented, though the gleam in his eyes suggested he wasn't done with the topic forever.
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the playful banter easing into a relaxed quiet. Despite the teasing, there was an underlying sense of closeness, the kind that only came from years of friendship and knowing each other's quirks inside and out.
Barty leaned back, letting out a contented sigh. “So, everything’s really fine and dandy now, huh?”
Regulus nodded, a soft smile on his face as he thought about James. “Yeah, it really is.”
Barty glanced over at him, a rare moment of sincerity in his gaze. “Good. You deserve it, Reg.”
Regulus looked at Barty, his smile deepening. “Thanks, Barty. You do too.”
Barty gave him a grin, the teasing tone back in his voice. “Just remember, I’m still waiting on those details.”
Regulus groaned, but the laughter in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “You’re impossible.”
Barty just smirked. “And don’t you forget it.”
-
The soft glow of candlelight filled the quaint restaurant, casting a warm ambiance reminiscent of their very first date. James had taken special care to recreate the evening that had started their journey together, wanting to do it right this time. The flickering candles, the intimate setting, and the gentle hum of background music all worked together to recreate the magic of their initial meeting.
Regulus looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings with a mixture of nostalgia and appreciation. He turned his gaze to James, a soft smile gracing his lips. “This is… perfect,” he said quietly. “It feels like we’re hitting the reset button, but in the best way.”
James’s heart swelled at Regulus’s words. He reached across the table, taking Regulus’s hand in his. His voice was low and sincere as he spoke, “Thank you for giving me a chance to do this right. For letting me show you how much you mean to me.”
Regulus’s eyes softened, and he gave James’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, James. Just being here with you now is more than enough.”
As the evening drew to a close, they shared a quiet, tender kiss by the candlelight. The warmth of the restaurant, the gentle flicker of the candles, and the soft music in the background created a perfect setting for their renewed commitment.
Walking out of the restaurant hand in hand, James and Regulus felt a renewed sense of connection and promise. The night had been a beautiful reminder of the magic in their relationship. As they stepped out into the cool night air, they knew that their journey together was only beginning.
Back at James’s apartment, the night had been filled with warmth and intimacy. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting a romantic light over everything. As the door closed with a soft click behind them, the outside world seemed to fade away.
James pulled Regulus close, their lips meeting in a kiss that quickly deepened. His hands roamed over Regulus’s back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. They were lost in each other, the world outside their little bubble seeming to vanish.
“You’re so beautiful,” James murmured against Regulus’s lips, his voice husky with emotion.
"What exactly are you waiting for, James?"
Regulus’s eyes fluttered closed, savouring the tenderness of James’s touch. “And so needy,” James added with a playful smirk, though his lips never strayed far from Regulus’s. He continued to kiss him, trailing his lips along Regulus’s jawline and then moving to his neck. The kisses were light and teasing, each touch sending shivers down Regulus’s spine.
Eventually, they tumbled into bed, the covers becoming a tangled mess as they lost themselves in each other. The night was filled with quiet whispers and affectionate touches, their connection deepening with each passing moment.
-
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Regulus lay soundly asleep, curled up under the covers, his face relaxed in a peaceful expression. James woke up first, his gaze lingering on Regulus with a mixture of adoration and satisfaction.
“Morning, beautiful,” James said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Regulus’s face. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Regulus stirred slightly, his eyes blinking open to find James’s warm smile. “Morning,” he murmured, stretching lazily and smiling up at James. His voice was thick with sleep but full of affection.
James chuckled softly and kissed Regulus on the lips before getting out of bed. “I’m going to make us some breakfast. You stay cosy.”
As James made his way to the kitchen, he felt a sense of contentment and happiness wash over him. The sound of clattering dishes and the smell of brewing coffee filled the apartment. He was humming a tune when he heard the door open and a familiar voice.
Sirius walked in, looking slightly dishevelled but with a knowing smirk on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he spotted James at the stove. “So?”
James turned, holding up a pan with a playful grin. “So, what?”
Before James could react, Sirius swatted him lightly with a kitchen towel. James’s laughter rang out through the kitchen, bright and clear.