𓏲ּ marauders era oneshots

afraid . . . regulus black.

— summary: you were now in front of the cave, afraid of what was next, of what would happen to you but regulus, he was quite the opposite.

— word count:  786 . warnings: angst, character death, mentions of bad home life— please contact me if there's more!    

— lowercase intended . no features described 

you'd always thought of yourself as someone who would live a long life— one of happiness, one filled with people and things who'd bring a smile to your face everyday. maybe you'd have two kids, beautiful ones who had your eyes and his smile. they'd be named after the constellations like he had, an embodiment of the mesmerizing stars that made them up, drawn into the night sky.

he'd be a great father, regulus, you knew it as fact. he'd be the one to play classics, telling the children that they needed to spend more time in their studies, that knowledge was the best tool they could ever possess. the piano would be enchanted to play the same tunes he would if he wasn't in there, the movements of his fingers everlasting so that no room would be absent of sound because he hated silence.

so your home's would no longer be the ones you were born into, locked, trapped between the walls and your parents' firm grip— you'd be free like the few nights at hogwarts. there would be nothing less than sensual touches, gentle kisses and childish kisses.

would, would, would.

that's how your life would be if the war hadn't come— ripping up your seventeen year old picture of the future into bits and pieces. there was a part still there though, regulus, the boy— not even man, holding your hand tightly as you looked at the cave in front of you in worry.

was this how your life would end? you know of the inferius, how'd they drag you both down into the water, amongst their pale and bony bodies if you got too close. he wouldn't allow you to drink the potion even if you'd made a pact that you'd go down together, one not seeing themselves living without the other.

he was fearless, ready for it and not nearly as afraid as you were of the inevitable death, the one being a touch away from your fingertips, arms reaching out, ghosting over you to pull you into its darkness.

"regulus?" you asked in a daze tone, turning your head slightly to see him from the corner of your fogged eyes, he looked sickly for a long time, his face going from filled with youth and promises to now, the smile lines that were so prominent though your short lived school years no longer making an appearance. the face of the boy you once knew and the one that you still loved.

"yes, my love?" he asked softly, urging you to go on with a squeeze of your hand. he could sense your anxiousness more than ever now, and maybe that's what scared him. maybe it wasn't the concept of death or the fact that his would be the one to consummate the dark lord but that it'd be yours too.

"aren't you afraid to do it? afraid to die."

he didn't need to think before answering you in a short no, lightly shaking his head to catch you wiping a stray tear from your face. he quickly let go of your hand, his now two free wands cupping your face to catch any more that wanted to leave.

"i'm not afraid to die, just wish i could've lived longer, wish we could live longer."

you refused to, you refused to lose him after all this, all the nights talking about what you would look like when it was over, an old couple with an everlasting love.

"but is it worth it? risking everything for a chance?"

"you know it is. we've done enough studying and we're both sure of it. and think— there's a chance that we live, we could run away together. we'd change our names to basic muggle ones, go live out in the countryside and do what we've always wanted."

"and if not?" you asked, making the small smile that was once there drop again.

"well, we'd find each other again, you believe in reincarnation. i know that the universe will bring us back together, new people with the same souls and we'll cherish each other even more then."

you believed him, with every fiber in your body that you would find each other again, whichever which way it went. it cooled your nerves enough to go through and guide him through drinking the near poisonous liquids until you met your demise. lanky fingers pulled you deeper and deeper, your hopes of your would and could life slipping away as the seconds went by.

so you held onto him, you held onto his figure as he engulfed you into his arms, heads tucked into the crook of the others neck, apologies never stopping...until there was nothing.