@jegulus-microfic // december 7 // prompt: beloved // words: 690
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to join together these two people in Holy Matrimony.”
James hears the officiant talk, faintly, but the buzzing in his ears is steadily getting louder until it’s all he hears. His heart thuds so loudly that he’s surprised Remus can’t hear it where he’s next to Sirius on the first row, because that’s where the groom’s family usually sits.
He drags his sweaty palms along his thighs. The fabric of the trousers feels far too expensive to be used to dry his clammy hands.
“If anyone objects to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” The words register with a startling clarity. James blinks, eyes trained on Regulus.
Regulus, with eyes the shade of almost winter, but still so warm. Regulus, with his sharp gaze and sharp tongue, but always softening under James’ hands. Regulus, from his nightmares and his daydreams and his wildest fantasies.
Regulus, who is standing at the front of the room, calmly skipping over James as he looks out at his guests. Regulus, who is standing next to his fiancée.
And the girl is lovely, James is sure, but the main issue is that she isn’t him. Because it should be James up by the altar, hand in hand with Regulus, tears in his eyes as he reads him his vows. As he promises to love and cherish him until the end of time.
“I—”
All heads swivel to face him, jolting James into standing up. He hadn’t meant to speak, really. Had resigned himself to watching Regulus get married to someone else and get drunk at the reception until his knees found tiled floor and his head ended up in the toilet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” But didn’t he? In for a penny, in for a pound, or whatever. “I didn’t mean to do this now, here, in the middle of your wedding, and I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do this.”
“James,” Sirius hisses. James sees how he moves to stand from his periphery, but is sharply tugged down again by Remus.
“I love you, Regulus. I love you on Sunday mornings, before you've had your coffee and you can barely string a sentence together. I love you when you're drunk and when you're sober and when you're mean. God, I love when you're mean,” he says on a laugh, “because it means you're being yourself. And I'm so tired of thinking of reasons for why I love you. I just do. I don't love you because. I don't love you despite, or until. I love you. Plain and simple. And I know that last time we spoke you said nothing about this is simple, but it is to me.”
James thinks he might have sweated through his shirt and his jacket by the time he's done speaking. His hands are shaking, knees weak.
Regulus stares at him, mouth agape and eyes watery. “I'm sorry,” he says and James dies a little.
Embarrassment and shame settle in his stomach so rapidly he thinks he might be sick, right here down the aisle. He hopes Regulus doesn't slip on it when he walks his wife down it in a few minutes. Wonders if they'll have to step over his prone body.
But then Regulus says, “Really, I— I'm so sorry.” And then he's running. To James. Grabbing his hand and running some more, straight for the door.
James isn't sure how long or far they run, even thinks he could keep running until they reach tomorrow, but Regulus pulls them to a stop eventually.
And then he's being kissed, like the air in his lungs is the only thing keeping Regulus alive and James quite agrees because he thinks he still might die if Regulus pulls away. Thinks he could sustain himself forever on the taste of Regulus' tongue, and the feeling of Regulus' hands in his hair and of Regulus' skin under his.
“You're ridiculous, James Potter,” Regulus says, punched out and breathless, lips slick and bitten.
“And you're beautiful, Regulus Black. Marry me.”
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Oh, and I can feel you
Even though I haven’t touched you
Yeah, that’s what love is
That’s what true love is
Wouldn’t want nobody else by my side
Ooh, and you can trust me
After all the lies I told you
Yeah, that’s what love is
That’s what true love is
Don’t nobody else deserve my time
I reach out to you
But my hands can’t hold enough
Enough of your greatness
You teach me patience
Like the best of our worlds collide
Never understood what it meant
It meant to submit to love
So beyond what lust is
Hey, it’s a blessing that you’re in my life
Make me look even better
When we shine, we shine together
Yeah, that’s what love is
Now, that’s what love is
Don’t nobody else deserve my eyes
I know what true love is
Yeah, down in my soul
Far more than you know
I appreciate you
God bless your maker
That’s what love is
That’s what love is
Look at this love
— Justin Bieber, That’s What Love Is
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me randomly singing a million songs
i sang/rapped
paramore - the only exception; chris brown - under the influence;
tyga - rack city; meek/drake - going bad;
edwin mccain - i’ll be; justin bieber - baby;
then i had a mini voice crack cough lmfao it ried to song wedding dress by taeyang but my korean is ass then i forgot the lyrics to coming home by diddy
barely sang what if by fuslie and streambeats then i rapped to boogie/queen naija’s come closer and was in the mood for mj’s beat it
ended it with pyt & lotus flower bomb by wale hehe
i had a weird laugh, i typed kinda loud with the keyboards and i pronunciated the words a lil too much i feel like i sounded flat at times but w/e fight me it was still so much fun by myself hehe after a long week of work this was much needed
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