Regulus Black Stories

Better Brother P12

Info - injury, wandless magic, muggle town, one bed trope, showering together, regulus letting someone help him, cheating technically, sleeping almost naked, no wands, destroyed brooms, lost

"Where are we?" I asked groggily.

"Are you hurt?" Came Regulus's voice. We were both soaked and stiff from the rain. I stretched and felt no sharp pain, just a dull back ache from lying on the ground.

I looked at Regulus. He was wide eye'd and pale. His hair was full of leaves. He was looked at me worriedly and I couldn't help but giggle.

"What?" He asked.

"You're cute," I smiled. His cheeks went red.

"I am NOT cute. Call me handsome or something," he said.

"But you ARE cute," I said and crawled over to him with a smile. I didn't know what I was going to do, but then I saw it.

"Oh Reg, I'm so sorry," I wailed. He turned to look at what I saw. He sighed when he saw his broom was shattered. It was just a bunch of twigs at this point.

"Fuck," he sighed and stood up, but winced.

"I saw that!" I said, because I knew he'd lie about it. Before he could stop me I was ripping up his shirt. His torso was all manner of bruises and cuts.

"This is bad," I said worriedly.

"I'll just heal it with my....., do you have your wand?"

"No I didn't want to lose it while I was flying," I said worriedly.

"I did the same thing, shit, shit, shit," he said in a panicked tone.

"Maybe we're nearby a village, there's no way you can apparate in that condition Regulus," I said.

"You could-"

"I never learned," I shook my head.

"I don't know, what if it's one of those wizard hating towns?"

"Isn't that more an American thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, but, they still exist here," he reminded me.

"What other choice do we have. We've got no wands, no broom, and we can't apparate. You'll only get worse with time if you don't eat and drink and rest."

"I suppose you're right," he sighed. We began to walk and I noticed he was limping. I forced him to let me help him. I didn't know why I was so much less beat up than he was.

"Why is it, do you think, that you're so much worse off than me?" I asked him. He was silent a long time.

"I-I can't often do wandless magic, but when I felt us begin to fall I tried my damndest to shoot out a protection spell for you," he said quietly.

"Fuck, Reg, why didn't you cast it over both of us, now you're all hurt because of me," I said.

"You're more important," he shrugged. I stopped and turned to him. I held his face in my hands but he wouldn't look at me.

"Look at me," I softly coaxed. He did as I asked.

"You are important Regulus Black, you are so damned important, you matter, I promise you, you matter," I said, feeling myself well with emotions and have to choke out the words.

"Thanks," he said, and I caught him mopping at his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking.

We made it into the small village and people seemed friendly enough. I talked to a woman who told me where a cheap inn would be. We made our way there. The innkeeper looked shocked when we paid in pure gold. She seemed a little suspicious, but let us have a room. Regulus collapsed into a chair when he got in. He was heaving.

"My ankle smarts like hell," he moaned, rubbing the sore spot. I was worried for him. He pulled off his quidditch boots. His ankle was swollen and I felt even more worry rise in me.

"M'gonna take a shower," he informed me. The second I heard the water running I was fearful. What if he fell? What if he couldn't reach his hair because he'd broken a rib? What if he was too exhausted and in pain? I resolutely stripped off my clothes and marched into the bathroom. I whipped the shower curtain open and got into the hot spray.

"Y/n!" He squeaked. "What on earth are you doing?"

"I was worried you'd fall, or need help," I told him, and easily picked a sopping leaf from his wet curls.

"I don't need-"

"Please Regulus, let me take care of you? God knows you could use a gentle hand," I pleaded. He looked like he'd hold for a moment, but then he relented.

"Okay, thank you," he said meekly. Poor boy, probably had no kindness in his life ever. I wondered, and hoped, that it had been better at school.

I started by picking leaves and twigs from his hair. He was watching my every move avidly. I then got the shampoo and made it sudsy. While he rinsed it out, I took the leaves out of my hair. I washed my hair, before grabbing the conditioner for Regulus.

"Oh Reg, I could just cry, look at your poor chest," I said and place a hand on it delicately. His breath hitched.

"Yeah," he said dazedly, and when I looked up it was me he was staring at, not his chest. I held his gaze for a moment and then I moved in and pressed the smallest kiss to his bruised skin.

"Mm," he moaned lightly. I grabbed a surprisingly soft wash cloth and the plain bar soap they supplied and I lathered it. Next I was gently soaping up his body. Shoulders, arms, carefully, carefully, his chest. I skipped his crotch, knowing that would be too much. I was doing his legs when I looked up at him and smiled. I watched his length twitch and grow. He was very big.

"S-Sorry," he whimpered.

"It's a very nice compliment Regulus," I said. "But you're much too marked up for sex."

"I," he breathed, eyes roaming all over my face. "I wasn't proposing anything."

"Do you feel any better?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded, eyes not leaving mine. "But something would make me feel better still."

"Name it," I begged. He pulled me flush against him, so that his hardness was wedged between us. His lips ghosted mine for a second and then fully kissed me. I looped my arms around his neck. We kissed until the water ran cold, and I still didn't want to stop.

He turned off the water, and I got him a towel. We sat awkwardly on the single bed, drying.

"What can we sleep in?" I finally asked. "Our old clothes are still soaking."

I hung them up in the bathroom to air dry. We didn't have any spares. This hadn't been a vacation we'd been planning on taking after all.

"Towels?" He suggested.

"If I just had my wand I could transfigure towels into outfits," I said, running a hand down my face.

"To be honest y/n, I don't know if I'd be able to sleep next to you, even clothed," he shuddered.

"Then I'll take the floor, you need the rest," I said.

"No! I'm not having you sleep on the floor. It's probably disgusting."

"Well I'm one thousand percent not letting YOU sleep on the floor," I retorted.

"We're back to square one," he sighed.

"Regulus, we're going to have to do it, we have to have self control. You're too banged up anyhow."

"You're right, I just need to put it out of my head as a possibility," he said and laid down. I did as he did. We were staring at one another. The light was off, but the leftover sun light came through the blind-less windows.

"Good night Regulus," I said softly.

"Good night y/n."