The Rosier Family Estate (England).
June, 1978.
Having just apparated out of thin air, he pockets his wand
You know the one;
Black walnut wood, with a unicorn hair core
But he doesn't realise he's pocketed it
Just the same way he doesn't realise how he's now dashing down the gravel lane
The same gravel lane they've run up and down together countless times
All around him, the fragrant scent of roses in full bloom
Not a sea of roses
But an ocean
And every single one of them is in bloom
In bloom
With their petals kissing at the air and one another
Slowly, they sway in the warm breeze
Just the same way they sway every night
Whether or not anyone's here to bear witness
The roses always sway, and always kiss the air, and always flourish
And they always will
As for him, he's of one mind in this moment
Doesn't think anything else
Other than the one thought:
My blue eyed
My golden blonded
My love
Him
Flying up the steps now, he throws open the doors to the estate
And skidding down the polished marble floors, he quests forward
He tries the study first
Then the library
Then the primary sitting room
He doesn't remember running up the staircase
But he must have
Because the next thing he knows, he's at the bedroom door, frantically knocking
And sure enough, there -
There, standing by the window, in the darkness
Him
"Are you alright?"
He knows he hates it here, though he doesn't know the reason why
He doesn't know the full secrets of this place
But what he does know
Is he's been driven near mad with worry over him being alone here
"Are you alright?"
Words repeated softly as he races towards him, arms outstretched
He doesn't receive an answer to his question
Though truthfully, he didn't think he would
Instead, their eyes meet
And so he brings his hands onto his waist, guiding him in
Come here?
For here, you'll find it's safe
Here, you'll find a home
When the walls around you fail to deliver
Here, you'll find a home in me
"Lay with me? Let me hold you?"
He feels the nod into the crook of his neck
... Let me hold you, for I will heal you
And so
They fall into the bed, his arms enveloping him protectively
And for a very long time, they lay together
Him holding him
And when the first light of a new morning appears
Their lips begin to slowly find one another
Soft kisses
Loving kisses
Kisses so sweet the roses themselves dream of finding the same
That's why they grow upwards towards the sky
So that the sunlight may kiss them in such a divine manner as the kisses presently gracing that bedroom
There are more kisses, and more still
Quicker and different than just before
The type of kisses that find them nude and pressing against one another
The type accompanied by moans of desire and relief
There's enough light outside now that the roses have set fire to the grounds
A fire of reds, pinks, oranges, and creamy whites
But he doesn't need that
He's found himself a man made of fire
A man who he now whispers softly to as he continues to hold him close and press into him, against him, with him:
"I love you, Evan Rosier."
"I love you, Regulus Black."
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
Fanfic"This is our story: Reggie, Evan, and I." A Marauders Era story that follows the reader (FMC), Regulus Black & Evan Rosier through their last year at Hogwarts into the First Wizarding War. This is book 1 of 2, and contains the first two parts of th...
