loveless; regulus black

ೃ⁀➷ xxxvii. in love

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regulus had gone out again, something for voldemort apparently. but this time, as ophelia sipped her tea and watched her husband floo to wherever their dark lord demanded he be, she was not afraid. she was not afraid for his life anymore.

so, this is the life of a housewife? ophelia thoughts as she jumped down the counter and walked around the small living room.

an eerie feeling fell at the pit of her stomach as she stared at the corner of her sofa. something was calling her to the spot but she remained where she was. she didn't trust whatever was calling her to that spot.

a pop sound and who it was made ophelia glad she didn't step towards that spot. because, there stood sirius black himself.

he seemed casual, casual enough after the day prior. sirius titled his head at ophelia before looking around the house, dragging his fingers anywhere he could.

ophelia had forgotten the charms she and regulus placed would allow sirius to enter as well. "out with it, sirius. what do you want?"

"run away with me."

"he said with seriousness?" ophelia said, furrowing her eyebrows, waiting for the punchline to the joke. but nothing came. he simply stared at her, waiting for her to say anything. "you're serious?"

"well, yes i am," sirius nodded, puffing out his chest.

a week ago, ophelia would have laughed. two years ago, ophelia would have said yes.

time was a funny thing.

"did you honestly think i would say yes!?" ophelia said, now seething as she walked up to him. she pushed him towards the wall and clutch the collar of his dress shirt as she glared. "did you think i was the same fragile-weak girl who was going to wait for you?"

"exactly, lia, you're becoming this... this person and it's not you. you—you're a deatheater, for merlin's sake!" ophelia stared at him. "you don't see anything wrong with that?"

she shook her head. "no. now get out of my house, sirius."

a look of hurt flashed his face before he brought his hand up to cup her cheek. ophelia didn't falter under his touch, no red tint painting her cheeks like she used to. nor did she flinch away and not dare to look at him.

it was just a robotic mirror of her at this point.

"get. out."

"why won't you run away with me?"

"because i'm perfectly fine—beyond contented—with the life i have now!"

"why won't you run away with me?" he pressed. sirius knew there was another reason. there was always an ulterior motive when it came to ophelia greengrass—now black.

"because i don't love you."

"i love you."

"I'M IN LOVE WITH REGULUS, DAMMIT."

silence.

complete and utter silence as ophelia pushed sirius away and shouted. complete and utter silence as realization struck both of them. but their emotions were far different from one another.

ophelia was in love with regulus. she didn't just like him. she didn't just love him. she was completely and wholeheartedly in love with her husband. and for that split second, nothing was wrong with the world. everything was perfect.

"what's going on here?" she whipped around and found the man she was in love with glaring at his brother. "pan?"

"sirius was just, uh, dropping something off," ophelia waved with a hand. she wanted sirius out of the house now to tell regulus. she had to tell him. she turned around and practically shoved her ex-boyfriend/brother-in-law to the fireplace.

sirius, who still seemed stuck in his mind, muttered a goodbye before apparating instead.

"regulus, you wouldn't believe—"

"—i'm going after the horcrux."

"what!?"

"i have a lead on it and—"

"—i'm coming with you—"

"—certainly, not!"

"excuse me?" ophelia said, a hand on her hip. "i'm. going. with. you. the end. period. you are my husband, regulus, i will go with you to the ends of the earth."

"i do not fear death. i do not fear it anymore than i fear leaving you here. my death does not mark the end of your life, like most wives of the sacred twenty eight," regulus said with such a stoic expression that ophelia couldn't help but think he was anything but okay. "you're already mrs black, you can easily become it again by marrying my brother. whom you were just alone with on one of the few nights i've left you alone in our house."

"don't you dare—"

regulus kisses her, harshly. ophelia doesn't know what's happening until her back hits the cold wall and her hands are all over him.

she had to break the kiss. she had to tell him that she doesn't want to be mrs sirius orion black. she wanted to tell him that she would rather be dead than be anything but mrs regulus arcturus black.

but she couldn't. regulus was kissing her with such need and ecstasy that ophelia couldn't think.

even when they were in there bed—naked, staring at the ceiling, ophelia couldn't bring herself to tell him. she was far too tired after their activities minutes prior.

i'll tell him in the morning.

she had hoped that in the morning, after telling him, they would go after the horcux together. they would bring an end to this war, together. and they would live the rest of their lives, together.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷D SPEAKS!

this was actually one of the first scenes i thought of before starting this book. 'cause for me, the whole 'love-relationship' thing has 3 stages. like, love, and in love. regulus has always been in love with ophelia, we know that, but now ophelia is too. both of them are finally in the same wavelength... but will that be enough? dUN dUN DUUUUUUUN