Crimson Rivers

It's a good life to wake up to, and the first thought Regulus has when it greets him is how fortunate it is that he gets to live it.

Thank you for being you. Thank you for being me.

Thank you for teaching me to trust again.

Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for the view.

The view is something to reach, but it's not singular. It's just one view among many. So many trees to climb, so many views to see.

That's it?" Regulus asks. "No grand advice? No talk of the view? No stupid climbing metaphors to throw my way?"

Evan clicks his tongue. "Hey, fuck you, those climbing metaphors saved your life on multiple occasions."

"You are a climbing metaphor," Regulus grumbles.

"That works, actually. You'd be dead without me."

"Shut up."

"It's true, and you know it," Evan teases.

"Not tonight, lover boy," Evan says softly. "No nightmares tonight, okay? Too good of a day to have nightmares now."

the snowman gets a knitted hat with a frayed ball slumped on the top, flopped over to the side. The bell inside it still doesn't ring, but James listens to Regulus and their children laugh at the sight of it, and really, that's the same thing.

You walked by like we weren't even here," Regulus calls out, eyebrows raised. "Don't ignore us."

Sirius sits right there and listens to Regulus tell him of the day they went picking pecans. It's not a memory he knows, but he knows who's telling it.

His little brother.

Always his little brother.

Thank you, I love you, what would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn?"

"No, that's what I'd do without Remus."

i love them so much, actually, and i find it fucking hilarious that regulus is still just updating james on shit about their life lmaooo. james comes home and regulus is like: hi, honey, meet your kids!

"Yeah, uh, Dorcas, I love you—I do, I really do, but you're not taking our kid," Sirius tells her.