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"What? What is it? Why are you stopping?" James practically whines, following his gaze and not getting it at all.
Regulus breathes in, then out. "You're wearing Spiderman boxers."
"Yeah? So?" James asks, frowning. "What's wrong with Spiderman? I love Spiderman."
"I hate you, I can't fucking believe this, can't believe you—"

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Regulus frowns at him. "You've mentioned it a few times, that you apparently come on too strong, you're too much, you're a lot—things like that. Past girlfriends tell you that?"
"I mean, a couple," James says with a wince. "In their defense, I am. I'm loud and full of energy and clingy and touchy and—"
"Those are only bad things to people who mind them, and

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"Yeah, sounds like him," Regulus tells him with a chuckle. He pauses, then crinkles his nose up. "I was."
"Was what?"
"Homophobic."
"You—" James blinks at him. "What? Why?"
Regulus sighs. "Kinda came with the religion. I mean, not everyone is, but in my corner of it, you were. And so I was, because they were. Not…maliciously? I mean, not to others. Just to myself."

...

"If it helps, remember this. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity."

"God, I'm fucking useless. I'm—I just—I fuck it all up. I ruin everything, and I don't know how to do anything, and I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, and I—"
"Regulus,"
"What?"
"You're none of those things," Sirius says. "You're twenty-two."
"So?"
"So, that's what all twenty-two year olds feel like. This is not the end of the world, okay? I promise. Calm down. Relax. Breathe. Enjoy it, even."

—Claro. Tú serías el responsable que se asegura de que coman verduras y se cepillen los dientes y esas cosas. Ilya sería el divertido que les compra motos acuáticas para su décimo cumpleaños.
—Oh Dios. Él haría eso.

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“Do you think I’ll ever see him again?”
“I think it would be impossibly cruel if fate didn’t give the two of you one more shot.”

“I thought you would’ve been mad.” Remus said, giving Sirius a confused look.
“I was for a second.”
“A second?”
Sirius nodded, burying himself further into Remus’ arms. “But then I realised that I have you and Regulus had James and it’s kind of the same, right?”
Remus was grinning, “You’re being awfully mature.”
“Are you saying I’m normally immature ?” Sirius asked, feigning offence.

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“Great, prince fucking charming.” Peter said, pretending to sound disappointed.’
“What are you fuckers doing here?” Barty said, grabbing a cupcake and sitting next to Evan. Regulus watched as Evan instinctively leaned into Barty’s side. The second Evan’s shoulder touched Barty’s, Regulus saw Evan’s muscles relax and loosen.

Regulus laughed softly into James’ skin, “Just knowing there’s a list should be enough for you.”
Little to James’ knowledge, there was a list. And it was long. And Regulus added new things to it every day, every second he spent looking at James.

“I want to know everything about you.” Sirius said into the darkness a while later.
It didn’t take long to say, “I want to give you all of it.”

Remus agreed, nodding enthusiastically. He had been humming along in affirmation as Sirius spoke on a few random things, and had been genuinely enjoying just watching the way their brain jumped around.
“Thank you,” Sirius said thoughtfully, looking perplexed, “you know, I don't think anyone’s ever been so enamoured in listening to me.”

“Oh my fucking god, I just saw a shooting star.” Remus said, having just seen a shooting star.
“No way!” Sirius said, eyes wide and starry.
“I really did,” Remus laughed, unsure if Sirius believed him or not.
“I want to see one,” he sighed.
Remus wanted to give them a mirror.

“Is it better to speak or to die?” Sirius asked dramatically, sounding a lot like Regulus.
...
“I can’t imagine a greater tragedy than to die quietly.” Sirius said, a whisper to the stars, “so I suppose to speak.”

Remus with his eyes closed the whole time, unable to reconcile the thought of having Sirius here - it was too much for his brain to work through just then, this was not a place he was used to feeling happy in, and having Sirius in his arms and kissing gently into his mouth was far too big of a feeling for walls like this to hold.

Now, with Sirius there to smile and nod and listen with all of their rhapsodic muchness, Hope and Remus were both finding it easier to move.
Maybe they did have this. Maybe they were building this world up too, between the three of them. Remus looked forward to a time when Hope could exist in his world as something new. Something that could be easy too.

Sometimes, when Remus spoke to his mother, it felt like he was performing to a brick wall. Like no matter what he said she could sit there with that same stillness, that same Remus-ness, that unmoving quiet. Now, with Sirius there to smile and nod and listen with all of their rhapsodic muchness, Hope and Remus were both finding it easier to move.

A hardcover; sapphire blue fabric and glistening silver trees, and in the centre - ‘ The Chronicles of Narnia .’
Sirius flipped past the first page and the quote from C.S Lewis, to find the one that really mattered. The one in that same scrawled writing as before, written by the hand that held him;
to building a new one.

“I really can’t wait for France.”
Sirius smiled, and Regulus looked more like he could cry.
“I really can’t wait for France either.” Sirius said, and then, “and I love you too.”

When Sirius woke again, the game had merged into another, and Regulus was asleep on his shoulder. Somebody had covered them in blankets, likely Effie. Remus smiled softly at Sirius from his spot beside Lily and the fire.

“Well, I suppose you’ll… you’ll look really good when we go to France.” Regulus admitted, a small smile on his lips that couldn’t quite take off - he was too busy looking at the pictures of the house again.
“I can’t wait.” Sirius said. Sirius saw Regulus’ face crumple a little

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“It’s in southern France.” Sirius said, barely a whisper.
Regulus looked up, something new in his eyes. Sirius had also never seen his brother look shocked before. He could usually predict everything.

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“It’s in southern France.” Sirius said, barely a whisper.
Regulus looked up, something new in his eyes. Sirius had also never seen his brother look shocked before. He could usually predict everything.

“Sister’s don’t need to be together to be together. Take it from me. I’ve been spending every Christmas with you since I was eleven, and we’ve never been together once.” *sniffing*
“You’re ruining my fucking eyeliner.”

It was a book, Sirius could tell even from a distance that it was a 'classic' - one of those ones with the fancy covers. Regulus squinted at it, and then flipped it open to the middle and read a line.
James ducked before the book could hit him in the face, and it

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“I thought I was your favourite cunt.” James said to his mother. Sirius grinned. James was absolutely his favourite cunt. Well, one of - Regulus was watching the whole thing unfold with his hands covering Dora’s ears.
“You are the light of my life dear, but you don’t beat you fathet in cuntiness“.
James grinned, and Monty kissed Effie’s hand, giving the mug back to Lily, who looked at it with brand new fondness.

“That is a pretty mug.” Effie said, pointing to the mug in Lily’s hand, “let me see that.” Effie had been doing that with almost everything. Sirius thought it was mostly her way of learning about the people she loved - what did they give one another that elicited such smiles? What did they see in one another that translated in their gifts? What gifts did they cling to, and why? It helped her know people’s hearts.

“Really, I don’t know what’s wrong with me - it’s like, something just, possesses me, or something?” Lily was explaining to Sirius animatedly on their walk back to the cabin. James and Remus were walking ahead, having a pretty heated discussion about what Lochus’ voice would sound like if they had one.
“‘S good to laugh.”

Sirius drew three lines in the first second.
“It’s a hat, it’s a magician, it’s-”
“YES! Magician!” Sirius laughed, throwing down his pencil where the beginnings of a hat was. James was grinning. They had done this on their every turn, the two of them. Regulus had just about managed a line.
“I mean it’s practically cheating.”

“Mm, I think you look like Aphrodite.” Remus said, half a whisper, like she might overhear.
Sirius gasped, leaned in close with a smile, “that’s blasphemy!”
“It is,” Remus smirked, bringing his lips to Sirius to kiss them, two fingers coming to lift their chin so he could get a better angle, “a face to launch a thousand ships.”