Cigarette Daydreams - Regulus Black X Reader

Chapter 45 - 12 Grimauld Place

((Warning, there are some darker themes in this chapter like domestic violence etc you can sort of guess as it's from Sirius's POV. I've included a TW ofc but if you feel like u need to skip I've made sure the next chapter explains it all in a less graphic way <3

Sirius Black

It was about time I started acting like a Black, Walburga told me. I didn't call her mother, she was no mother of mine.

I was locked in my room again, as I had been for the past 2 weeks except for meals wondering how on earth I was going to get to see the concert on August 9th. If I missed out on that because I was being held prisoner in my childhood bedroom I would kill someone.

I was sat on the windowsill, my legs dangling over the edge, that was the only way to get some sun apparently. The supply of cigarettes Remus had given me was quickly running out and I was slowly running out of ways to entertain myself. A lot of the time I was just rearranging my room 3 times a week (I did it the muggle way so the noise of the moving furniture would annoy Walburga and Orion downstairs.) I found one of Y/n's eye liner pens in the of one of my leather jackets she had borrowed and I had been having fun experimenting with it. I looked so hot in eye liner.

It was basically anything but studying, that was more for Moony. My room was just bleak, I never liked it much. Dark walls and dark bedsheets, so it matched the rest of Grimauld Place I suppose. I used a permanent sticking charm to put up Gryffindor posters and they worked a little bit to remind me of Hogwarts, my real home, but it was nothing compared to our dorm. I also had some bikini models stuck to my wall with the same charm purely to annoy the parents. It worked a treat.

I took a puff on my cigarette looking out over the garden, the house was filled with the sound of Regulus playing piano. He did that alot these days, I knew it kept him distracted and it got him showered with praise. I realised what he had been playing, Bohemian Rhapsody. He had probably told my mother that it was his own composition so that she didn't start breathing fire.

Mama ooh I don't wanna die
I sometimes with I'd never been born at all.

Too right Reggie, too right. The sound suddenly stopped and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." I muttered and threw my cigarette out the window. Before trying to waft away the smell of smoke with my hands, not that it did much good, and I shut the window. By the time the lock on my door clicked, I was sat on my bed reading a book on advanced potion making.

"Sirius." The sharp voice of Walburga made me look up from my book. "Come downstairs now your cousins are here."

I sighed, I hated them. Bellatrix was deranged and psychotic, Narcissa was cold like ice. Andromeda had run off to marry a muggle born so I hadn't seen her in a while, now she had a daughter. She was the best cousin ever, she bought me vinyl which is how my extensive and sophisticated collection (which currently resided at Potter house) began. James didn't know how to listen to music, he always started yelling over it. Remus did. There was a difference between listening to music and listening to music.

I stood up with out saying anything and walked downstairs for the first time in weeks. The entire Black family and some of the Malfoy's and LeStranges were all gathered around a dining table. Oh and they were strange, Bella was the perfect fit.
Sitting at the head, was a man with dark hair and a black cloak, a large snake slithered around his chair. Reg sat next to my father, avoiding eye contact and trying not to look like he didn't want to be there but he had gone very pale.

"My Lord, here is my eldest son." I had never seen Walburga act so... Humble. Who was this guy that he had such a title anyway?

"The misfit? Yes I can see that." The man's voice sounded like a snake if that were even possible. "We can change that, come sit down."