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sirius: my first boyfriend turned into a wolf

regulus: that’s rough, buddy

please tell me you got the reference

but why stop there?

regulus black was born on a rainy day in june. he was born on a day so dim the sun never showed itself. had the clocks not ticked an ominous sound—as if counting the remaining moments of his new life—the day would be confused with night. he was born as cold water poured itself on his roof and trickled on the walls. the rain was slowly waiting for the perfect moment to touch and snuggle him like a first-born promised to a witch as a sacrificial lamb. he was suffocating from the air entering his lungs, his body recognizing the destiny of his untimely demise.

regulus black always loved the rain. the cold water that kissed his forehead, the cool air that embraced his pale skin, the sound of water lulling him to sleep, and the smell of familiarity he could never quite explain.

when he became one with the water, only then did regulus realize, that throughout his life he was born, but not quite living. the air escaped his lungs rapidly. but more than anything else, he finally knew what that wave of familiarity was—it was home.

regulus simply thought of the first moment he forgot to breathe. his body tried to recall a moment that felt like drowning, to find familiarity that will procure a solution for it. his brain scoured through the terrifying meetings held at grimmauld place, at the heartbreaking night of sirius’ departure, at the precise decision he offered his life for an unrecognized cause.

but regulus could do nothing but think of james potter. breathtaking james fleamont potter. the way james’ smile tugged at his heart it’s four chambers tried to lurch out of his throat to glance at him in the flesh. james whose very existence took his breathe away.

he saw the james in his vision and his heart gave a tight squeeze. regulus could not scream, but his heart did nothing but call for james, james, james.

james’ sexuality is regulus