I Felt Sad, So I Decided To Make You Sad Too

I felt sad, so I decided to make you sad too

Always / a precious moment of comfort / @star4daisy

“I hate when we fight.” Regulus’ tears had finally stopped. He was used to arguments, confrontations, yet whenever he picked up the slightest change of tone in James, Regulus panicked. He felt a knot in his throat, and as if he had no control, tears streamed down his face.

“I know, love. Me too.” James pulled him closer, he lifted him just enough to place Regulus on his lap, he held him tightly. “I’m sorry for making you cry, I really am.”

Regulus rested his head on James’ chest and didn’t speak until his breathing returned to normal. “It wasn’t you.” 

"What do you mean?"

"It's not anything you say, it's just—James, I'm terrified of losing you. And that fear overwhelms me every single time." Regulus hesitated, afraid of revealing just how much he cared. He had grown accustomed to the warmth that James brought into his life, and the thought of the perpetual cold that his absence would bring was unbearable.

“You won’t lose me, Regulus.” James spoke softly to his ear, holding him as closely as their bodies allowed. 

"One day you might leave, and you might grow tired of fighting, or of me. James, what if you never come back?" Regulus' voice cracked, soft sobs escaping his lips. "I can't see my life without you in it anymore."

"Baby, will you look at me?" James gently lifted Regulus' chin, meeting his teary eyes with a gaze of absolute devotion.

"I will always come back to you."

Regulus' heart skipped a beat. For all of James' sweet offerings of assurance, this felt like the most precious one. "Really?"

"I promise, love." James intertwined their pinkies and, without breaking eye contact, kissed Regulus' finger.

Regulus finally breathed. He would always have James. He would always come back to Regulus.

BARTY CROUCH JR.

James: I want you two to be nice tonight.

Sirius: We're always nice.

James: Really nice, not 'Black brothers" nice.

Regulus: You're tying our hands but fine.

Uwu

I know it’s a running joke in the fandom but I hope people realize how truly horrible Regulus’ drowning was. It wasn’t because he couldn’t swim, it was because he was being dragged down by corpses, like that’s just absolutely horrid.

Imagine a bunch of pruny fingers with weak nails grabbing you and pulling you down, uncaring for where they’re touching or how, pulling on his hair, his cheek, his eyes, his legs. The sound they made, the screams of agony. His screams. He couldn’t fight against them, that’s how many there were, not to mention the potion he drank.

He was delirious with fear, hallucinating, in pain and dying of thirst, all the while being dragged into putrid water by hundreds of living corpses. It wasn’t just a drowning. His death was unthinkable.