Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: osmalicFrom: ericahpfa
, with a bonus ficlet from florahart
Sirius Black/Regulus Black (fantasy) Rating:
Regulus has always broken my heart with how alone he seems, and I don't think it would have been a great stretch to have him fantasize about Sirius. Even if only to embrace the one person who was strong enough to leave the Black family, to be protected and loved by him. Being a simple soul myself, I needed some help getting that message across and while I am lucky enough to have had several DD writers answer my request, florahart
was the quickest, and was kind enough to write me the drabble to get my thoughts across much clearer. Thank you so much Flora! And thanks, as always, to the mods for their tireless work in keeping this community going.
It's a phrase that doesn't make sense any more, and Regulus finds himself pulling back against a wall that feels cold and unwelcome.
There is no family here.
Bellatrix's rambling monologue is too fractured to follow, and Narcissa's attention is all on her peacock of a husband. Mother is still full of rage she hasn't let go of in five years, over Andromeda and her blood treason, and now over…Sirius.
The wall isn't what shudders a tiny quake as he thinks about the brother that he can no longer claim, the one that chose a family of a whole different kind. The one that left.
He edges further away from Father's ongoing (never-ending, ever-present) diatribe, which everyone else in the room is eating up, and sidles around the corner, into a space he and Sirius used to share, heads bent close, secrets whispered, bodies aligned. He didn't know his family was a fantasy, until Sirius left, and now all he has is the shape of him, the memory of smiles and bright eyes touching and dragging him gasping along after ideas that he can't catch any more.
He doesn't know what he might have done to keep Sirius--he thinks of things, and he wants them, wants to offer them, if they'll bring back Sirius, but whether they'd have worked is a separate question, one he can't answer.
When he eases the door open and slides through, he knows it will be only a matter of time before Mother sends for him, before Kreacher comes looking. If he wants family, if he wants this reunion to be one worth remembering, it will have to be on his own, with the Sirius of his best imagination.
He lets his eyes lose focus, and unfastens the buttons of his robe.