Regulus Black's Love |Year 6| (Jegulus) ON HOLD

Darren

TW: MANIPULATION, IMPLIED SH, ED (TRACKING),

Regulus’ POV:
After a few days back in class, I started to get the hang of things again. I still wasn’t fully comfortable being around a ton of people, and I still needed an hour or two of alone time after, but I was improving.

Darren was also a big help. He would leave me be if I told him I needed a bit of time, he took anything sharp out of the room, and he made sure I took care of myself. I had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking a shower and putting on clean clothes. Darren was sitting on his bed, and he tossed a bar of chocolate to me.

“Yay!” He shouted. “You showered! Woooo!”
I went red. “Shut it,” I mumbled, nibbling on the chocolate I was given.
“Come on, you love me,” He teased.

I simply sat down on my bed, upset about his comments, but he didn’t stop. “Y’know, if you come over here and quit pouting, I could give you snuggles,”
“Darren,” I glared at him. “I told you to stop, now twice. Please stop,” I said firmly, looking at the nutritional label of the chocolate. I make a mental note to write what I read in my journal where I track everything.

“Reg?” Darren looked concerned. That’s when I realized that I had been completely zoned out for about a minute.
I quickly look up. “Hmm? Yeah? What’s up?”
“Nothing,” He said with a smile. “You just looked upset. You’re not counting again, are you?”

I stared at the chocolate bar in my hand. It was supposed to make me feel better, so why did I feel so guilty for eating it? More importantly, why did I feel guilty when Darren mentioned it?

James had always been nice about it. He never used a belittling tone like that. He never teased me about it. He always made sure to be respectful about it…

… But James wasn't in my life any more. His opinions didn’t matter, did they? “I miss James,” I mumble, barely noticing I said it.
“Yeah, well, James isn’t around anymore, is he?” Anger laced Darren’s voice. “I am. James doesn’t care about you. Everything he told you? Lies. Him and Sirius both. They’re just arseholes,” He crossed his arms. “Gryffindors. They’re all the same,”

On one hand, I didn’t like that he was being so mean about my brother and his best friend. On the other hand, I felt like he had a point. If James and Sirius really cared at all about me, why did they leave? They never actually cared, and they never will.

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Still Regulus’ POV:
That night, after writing everything in my journal, I blew out the candle beside my bed and started getting ready for sleep. When I got under the covers, I felt a familiar presence behind me also getting comfortable.

“Hey Reg,” He mumbled and placed one arm over me like he always did. “How you feeling? I'm sorry if I made you upset earlier,”
“It's alright,” I replied even if I didn't quite believe myself.

Either way, I snuggled into his chest, feeling the familiar pattern of his breathing against my back. I started to breathe easier, the tension slowly leaving my body. “Hmm… I love you, Darren,”
I felt him freeze, and I quickly opened my eyes. “You… Love me?” He asked, a dumb smile on his face that reminded me so much of James.
“Yeah,” I choked out, scared of his reaction to it.
He pulled me closer, so close that I felt a little suffocated. “Oh, I love you too, my Reggiepoo,”
“Don’t call me that!” I pushed away from him, laughing a little. “Just call me Regulus,”
“Aww,” He kissed my forehead, turning me to face him. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, Reggiepoo,” He leaned against my neck, and I buried my face in his hair, feeling comfortable there. “I love you so so soooo much!”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I put my hand on the small of his back, trying to move impossibly closer. He didn’t seem to mind, and I started to feel safe, my brain began to go foggy as I fell asleep against my new boyfriend. I never needed James anyway, and I never needed Sirius.

Darren’s POV:
As Regulus fell asleep against me, I just watched him. I felt like I had to keep him here, like I had to stop him from leaving. I needed him. Why would he ever dare to leave? No, he’s mine. He doesn’t need James. He’s never going back to James, and he’s never going back to Sirius. He’s so precious… And he’s mine

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