@into-the-jeggyverse / music / 194 words // some disgustingly in love james
“Come here.” Regulus' gentle voice called for him. His body instinctively followed the tenderness and warmth that was Regulus.
Devotion took over James the first time he felt those soft lips on his, the same lips that made his name sound like music. Regulus could do that, make the syllables James had heard his entire life feel like a prayer.
He had wondered what Love would look like, if he would recognize it, if maybe it would take him long. If Love would walk right in front of him and he would miss it.
When Love finally came, James Potter did not miss it.
He looked like loud laughter, late night conversations and a smashing pumpkins song. Love had black hair and hummed softly as he drifted off to sleep. When Love said hello, James made sure there would never be a goodbye.
So, when Regulus asked for him, James’ legs would move and his arms would reach for Love without hesitation. There was no other home for James than Regulus’ arms.
“Baby?”
James was as close as their bodies allowed, “Mhm?”
“I love you.”
