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Prompt 31 - Lock

@jegulus-microfic January 31 Word count 1755

This is it folks. I'm quite emotional. I really hope you all like it.

For my biggest fans @weirdtinkerbellversion @thedvilsinthedetails and @beautyoftheships I love you guys.

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All he could hear was white noise. His brain couldn’t process James’s words. His eyes found the bottle of wine, and he automatically poured himself a glass and downed it.

He grasped the edge of the counter with both hands and felt his body shake.

James remained silent, not wanting to push him.

Regulus bit back tears and turned around, putting his protective mask in place, leaving his face devoid of emotion.

“So that’s it for us then?” He stared at James with dead eyes, his voice a bored monotone. It made James shiver.

“I don’t want it to be.” Tears dripped down his face. “Reg,” He croaked. “I love you. I want to be with you. Lily told me this life-changing news,” He looked at his watch. “Four hours ago.”

“So, you didn’t know anything while I was arranging my return to England?” He sounded cold and accusing. He tried not to care. James shook his head.

“No, Reg. I swear. I’ve only just found out.” James looked at him, features full of heartbreak. “You’re the first person I’ve told. Not even Sirius knows.” This shocked Regulus almost as much as finding out James was going to be a father.

He smelt burning. He spun around and pulled the ruined dinner out of the oven. He threw it on the side and bit down on his lip.

“James, I need you to go. Please.” His mask had slipped. It would be only moments before he broke down.

“Reg—“

“Please, James. I need to figure out if this is the life I want. Kids were never my plan, and now…” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence, so he let it sit.

“I’m so sorry, Reg. Nothing ever seems to go right for us. Does it? I really hope that changes.” His voice was thick as he continued. “Please remember whatever you choose, I will always love you.” With that, James left. The door hadn’t even banged shut before Regulus was sobbing.

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James’s chest hurt. What should have been a hopefully pleasant evening had turned into yet another nightmare. He looked up at the skies and called out to whoever might be listening.

“Could whoever is writing our story please give us a break?!” When he got no answer, he walked back to his empty house. Even Leo had gone out.

His phone buzzed.

‘Hey. Reggie just texted me and said you’d gone home already. Take it it didn’t go well then? Wanna meet for lunch tomorrow? Usual place?

Love ya

xxx’

He sent back a quick, ‘Yeah, sounds good to me. See you at noon x.’ He decided the best thing was to go to bed and deal with everything in the morning.

***

James heard the sound of thundering boots coming up fast behind him. He began to turn, but before he could see what was happening. There was an almighty thud. He looked down at the pavement and sprawled across it. Hair in a wild mess was Sirius.

“Trip over your laces again?” James said flatly.

“Yup.” A muffled reply came from the heap on the floor. James snorted loudly as he bent to pick his friend up.

Miraculously, Sirius had gotten away with only a slight graze on his cheek.

“Is it true? Am I going to be an Uncle!” He shook James vigorously in his excitement.

“I suppose so, I guess,” James said as he tried to escape Sirius's grasp.

“I’m godfather!” He burst out, bouncing up and down.

“Sirius, we’re not even religious.”

“Fine, fairy godfather, whatever. Either way, I bagsy it.” James sighed and clapped him on the back.

“You got it, you absolute crazy man.” He bent down and tied Sirius’s laces for him.

“Awww, you’re gonna be such a good dad.” He gushed as he wiggled his foot, checking out his shoelaces.

“Come on then, let’s go get lunch. I had some amazing news to tell you.” James chuckled as he threw his arm around Sirius’s shoulder and continued down the street to the little cafe on the corner.

Sirius didn’t stop babbling about all the baby things he’d googled and spouted off so much information that James felt his chest tightening in panic.

“I think he just needs time, you know.”

“Hmm, what?” James had completely zoned out, picking his sandwich to pieces.

“I said, he just needs time. It’s a lot. But I really hope he picks you, mate.” Sirius said, taking James’s hands away from his decimated sandwich and squeezing them gently. He didn’t want to get his hopes up again, but he didn’t fight very hard.

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He was painting when the door went. He nearly fell off the ladder as he hurried downstairs to answer it. He was covered in paint, so he tried to touch as few things as possible.

He yanked the door open, slightly red-faced, and lost all his breath when he saw Regulus standing there.

“Hi,”

“I’ve made my decision.” Regulus blurted out, not waiting to be invited in. James felt his mouth go dry.

“And?” His tongue was like sandpaper. He couldn’t take the suspense.

“I’m in,” Regulus said confidently. “Nappies, late night feedings, helping them plot their revenge on the school bully. All of it. I’m in.” Without warning, James flung himself at Regulus. He gathered him up into his arms and spun him around. He was bursting with joy.

He suddenly dropped him and ran into his office. He rooted around in a draw and rushed back to Regulus, who was still waiting at the front door.

“I got you something.” He held out the small box.

“What the fuck! James! Are you proposing?” Regulus’s eyebrows disappeared into the curls that hung over his forehead. James’s eyes widened.

“NO! No, No,” He opened the box. “It’s just a key!”

“Oh,” Regulus sounded disappointed. James made a mental note to put a pin in that for later.

“And what lock does this open, James? Your heart?” A playful smirk settled on Regulus’s mouth.

“It’s a key to the house. So you don’t have to knock any more, you can come and go as you please. And—” He took a deep breath. He’d been preparing for this. “And if you’d like to—No pressure, by the way—But if you’d like to, I’d love it if you moved in with me.” Regulus took the silver-coloured key from the box and held it in his hand, staring at it, flipping it over in his palm. He looked up at James, a sweet, shy smile on his lips.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Being away, I forgot how obnoxious Sirius is. I’ve had to buy earplugs to block out his nighttime noises.” He pulled a face, gagging slightly. James grabbed him in his arms again and lifted him into the air.

“I love you,” He whispered across Regulus’s lips before closing the gap.

Only when he set a breathless Regulus back on his feet did he remember he was covered in paint. He looked in horror at the cream-coloured paint splattered all over Regulus’s black coat. Regulus looked down as well.

“Is that paint?” His eyebrow shot up as he questioned James.

“Yeah, sorry. I was painting the room that’s going to be the nursery. Er, put your coat in the wash, and you can borrow one of mine. I’ll just go get changed.” He ushered Regulus inside and shut the door. Being very careful not to touch him again.

Regulus shrugged off his coat.

“Did you get it finished.? He asked matter of factly.

“Er, no, I didn’t. I barely even started. Only done about half a wall.” Regulus pulled his jumper off and started up the stairs. James chased after him and into his bedroom. But Regulus wasn’t there. “Reg?” He called out as he tried and failed to figure out where he’d gone.

“I’m in the baby’s room. Where are you?” Regulus called back. James hurried out of the bedroom. Clearly, he’d gotten the wrong idea.

Regulus, roller in hand, was making a start on the wall that James had started. He’d already accomplished more than he had and didn’t have a lick of paint on him. James leaned against the door frame, watching the man he hoped to spend the rest of his life with painting his unborn child’s room.

He didn’t think there were enough words in the world to describe how much he loved him.

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Nine months later

“James, he’s beautiful.” Regulus hadn’t expected to feel this way when meeting baby Harry for the first time. The tiny raven-haired boy slept soundly in James’s arms. James grinned the biggest grin Regulus had ever seen on his face. He turned to Lily. “He’s amazing, Lily. How are you doing?” She looked exhausted, but she still had a smile for him and a cheeky wink.

“You know me. Cup of coffee, and I’ll be right back up.”

“Do you want to hold him?” James asked him as he slowly rocked the baby to and fro.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Regulus said quietly. His palms felt sweaty as he looked nervously at the tiny, delicate bundle that was nestled in James’s arms.

“You’ll be fine. Here.” James stood and awkwardly transferred Harry into Regulus’s arms.

He looked again at the tiny baby and felt a protective love surge through his body.

Harry fussed in his arms, and he instinctively began to sway. Harry opened his little mouth in a perfect O and settled back down. He was so in love.

There was a quiet tap at the hospital door, and Sirius’s face popped around it.

“Can we come in yet?” He whined. James nodded.

“Yeah, of course you can.”

Sirius rushed in, followed more slowly by Remus. They crowded around Regulus so they could get a good look at the baby.

“Look, Sirius,” Regulus said, pulling his gaze away from Harry to look at his brother. “Isn’t he perfect?” Sirius wrapped an arm around him.

“Yeah, Reggie, he is. Now give me a turn!” Reluctantly, Regulus handed him over and went to stand next to James. James pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him as they watched Sirius and Remus quietly argue over how long Sirius got to hold him before it was Remus’s turn. Lily had fallen asleep. She was exhausted after the long labour. It was peaceful.

James leant his chin on Regulus’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“How you doing, Papa?” Regulus’s heart melted.

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floridaboiler · 3 months

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#January 31 #Charlie Brown #Snoopy #Peanuts

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Happy 4th Birthday to

“Looking at Long Lost Memes”

#unus annus #markiplier #crankgameplays #ethan nestor #January 31

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olivieblake · 3 months

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very excited to say the publishing overlords at @torbooks are massive birthday enablers!! behold, on this day of socially accepted narcissism, the cover for JANUARIES, my collection of short stories and novellas/personal eras tour releasing october 15: http://us.macmillan.com/books/97812503

#januaries #cover reveal #track list coming soon #january 31

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La Mode nationale, no. 5, 31 janvier 1903, Paris. Deux Toilettes de visite. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1.) — Robe de promenade ou de visite pour jeune femme, en homespun "croûte de pain". La jupe en forme s'orne de trois volants pèlerine arretés devant et s'effeuillant au-dessous d'une bande de biais juxtaposés. Chaque volant est liséré de quatre biais. Selon le choix, ces biais et ceux qui surmontent le volant supérieur peuvent être remplacés par des piqûres. Petit paletot sac légèrement cintré sous les bras, arrondi devant et bordé de biais comme la jupe.

Deux cols pèlerine garnis de biais ou de piqûres sont agrémentés d'un troisième col en velours marron avec dépassan clair. Guimpe plissée en soie du même ton que la robe. Grand nœud de velours à longs pans sous le col. Manche un peu ample du bas, montée dans un poignet cerclé de plis ou de biais.

Chapeau de feutre blanc, bordé de velours noir. enguirlandé de feuillage mort. Nœud de velours feuille morte sur les cheveux.

(1.) — Walking or visiting dress for young women, in “bread crust” homespun. The shaped skirt is adorned with three pelerine ruffles stopped in front and frayed below with a strip of juxtaposed bias binding. Each ruffle is edged with four biases. Depending on the choice, these biases and those above the upper ruffle can be replaced by stitching. Small sack coat, slightly fitted under the arms, rounded at the front and edged at an angle like the skirt.

Two pilgrim collars trimmed with bias or stitching are embellished with a third brown velvet collar with light overpass. Pleated silk guimpe in the same tone as the dress. Large velvet bow with long tails under the collar. Slightly loose sleeve at the bottom, set in a wrist surrounded by pleats or bias.

White felt hat, lined with black velvet. garlanded with dead foliage. Dead leaf velvet bow on the hair.

Matériaux: 7m,50 de lainage, 1 mètre de velours marron.

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(2.) — Toilette de ville pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen. Robe de drap bleu lac; à la jupe, volant pèlerine. Paletot trois-quarts en drap satin noir, un peu cintré dans le dos, ample du dos. Double pèlerine gondolée sur les épaules; un grand col de cluny noir se termine par deux pans mélangés de mousseline de soie qui tombent très bas devant. Manche plssée sur l'épaule, très ample vers le poignet où un bracelet de dentelle la serre pour fournir un volant.

Chapeau de feutre blanc liséré de velours noir, guirlande de roses roses de tons fanés autour de la calotte.

(2.) — City ensemble for young or middle-aged ladies. Lake blue cloth dress; at the skirt, pelerine flounce. Three-quarter-length overcoat in black satin cloth, slightly fitted at the back, loose at the back. Double curled cape on the shoulders; a large black cluny collar ends with two mixed panels of silk muslin which fall very low in front. Sleeve pleated on the shoulder, very loose towards the wrist where a lace bracelet tightens it to provide a ruffle.

Chapeau de feutre blanc liséré de velours noir, guirlande de roses roses de tons fanés autour de la calotte.

Matériaux: 4 mètres de drap noir; pour la rube, 6 mètres de drap bleu.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1903 #on this day #January 31 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #color #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #coat #collar #cape

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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) » January 31

#Bleach #Byakuya Kuchiki #January #January 31

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Seventeen-year-old Elinor Smith, aka "The Flying Flapper," established an endurance flying record for women when she landed at Mitchel Field after staying aloft 13 hours, 16 minutes and 45 seconds, January 31, 1929. The record was previously held by Miss Bobby Trout of California. Smith is helped from the plane by her father, Tom Smith (right) and Joseph Brunner, after the flight.

Photo: Associated Press via the Chattanooga Times Free Press

#vintage New York #1920s #Elinor Smith #vintage aviation #Mitchel Field #January 31 #Jan. 31 #female pilots #Flying Flapper #vintage NY #early aviation

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#quotes #quote of the day #inspirational quotes #motivational quotes #january 31

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Memorandum from Henry Kissinger Regarding Communications with Hanoi, North Vietnam Prior to January 20, 1969

Collection GRF-0332: Henry Kissinger and Brent Scowcroft West Wing Office Files (Ford Administration)Series: Henry Kissinger's and Brent Scowcroft's General Subject FilesFile Unit: Vietnamese War - Secret Peace Talks (Mr. S. File), (1)

Digitized from Box 38 of the NSA. Kissinger-Scowcroft West Wing Office Files at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Library [written]File 5a [underlined][strikethrough]SECRET[/strikethrough] /NODIS January 31, 1969 [/underlined]EYES ONLY MEMORANDUM FOR: THE SECRETARY OF STATE FROM: Henry A. Kissinger SUBJECT: Communication with Hanoi Prior to January 20 Prior to the inauguration, President Nixon was in communication with the North Vietnamese through a contact who is personally known to the top leaders in Hanoi. The messages were sent by me to the contact who delivered them to Mai Van Bo (DRV representative to the Government of France) and vice versa. The President initiated the exchange with his message of December 20 (Tab A), which told the North Vietnamese that his Administration was prepared to undertake serious talks. On December 31, Hanoi sent its reply (Tab B), which emphasizes that its point of primary concern is U.S. willingness to withdraw troops. The ball was kept in play by the President's response of January 2 (Tab C), which states [underlined]inter alia[/underlined] that his Administration is ready to withdraw U.S. forces from South Vietnam as part of an honorable settlement which includes mutual troop withdrawal. The North Vietnamese replied on January 13 to the President's message (Tab D). The President has not replied to this latest message. The President asked that this be very closely held. [underlined][strikethrough]SECRET[/strikethrough]/NODIS[/underlined] [stamp]GERALD R. FORD LIBRARY DECLASSIFIED E.O. 12958, Sec. 3.5 NSC Memo 11/24/98, State Dept. Guidelines [initialed] , NARA, Date 12/15/99 Box 38 of the NSA. Kissinger-Scowcroft West Wing Office Files at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Library [written]5b [underlined]SECRET[crossed out]/ NODIS December 20, 1968 [underlined]Message to the North Vietnamese "1. The Nixon Administration is prepared to undertake serious talks. "2. These talks are to be based on the self respect and sense of honor of all parties. "3. The Nixon Administration is prepared for an honorable settlement but for nothing less. "4. If Hanoi wants, the Nixon Administration would be willing to discuss ultimate objectives first. "5. If Hanoi wishes to communicate some of their general ideas prior to January 20, they will be examined with a constructive attitude and in the strictest confidence." [underlined]SECRET[crossed out] /NODIS [stamp]GERALD R. FORD LIBRARY [stamp]DECLASSIFIED E.O. 12958, Sec. 3.5 NSC Memo, 11/24/98, State Dept. Guidelines By [initialed] , NARA, Date 12/15/99 [full document at link]

#archivesgov #January 31 #1969 #1960s #Vietnam #vietnam war #hanoi

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