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sunny6677 · 2 years

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Romantic Tropes With The Eddsworld Boys! Part 2.

Enemies to Lovers! PART 1

Tw: profanity, angst, enemies to lovers.

Edd:

- You had moved in a couple of days ago, and already, he had hated you.

- For one, you were basically nothing like him, well at least to him you weren't. You didn't like coke at all, you were pessimistic as hell, you hated drawing. You were basically the complete opposite of him. You were like a second Eduardo.

- Only you didn't get along with either one of them.

- Usually, anytime you saw eachother, you'd both immediately begin to bicker. Especially when you would shit talk his precious Cola, he'd get really pissed at you for that.

- You'd tell him how naive and dumb he was, how annoying he truly was. You would often go for the things that were very noticeable in his personality. While he'd usually never insult you, he thought of you as some annoying pessimist with a personality that would practically ward anyone away.

- Then, it was during one adventure(or should I say eddventure), that you had decided to screw with him. You had hidden away his colas, thinking it would just be a harmless prank. But then gradually it turned into the both of you at the top of a building with both Matt and Tom in danger. You had also attempted to kill eachother multiple times so that was something.

- You two screamed at eachother, blaming eachother for what had been happening. It had only gotten to a certain point when Tom practically had to yell in order for you both to stop fucking arguing and just help them out already.

- Edd immediately ran to help Tom, who had been dangling from the edge of the roof with a hoard of zombies dangling under Matt's feet, who had desperately been clinging to the rage demons legs. You ran as well, and saw that Edd couldn't pull the both of them up. Hesitantly, you ignored your doubts, ran behind Edd and grabbed onto him.

- He was confused by what you were doing, but you had only yelled for him to just trust you. You pulled, and he pulled. It was a struggle, especially with the tension of one of them possibly dying in the air, but eventually the two of you managed to get both Tom and Matt back onto the roof and safe.

- Of course, you still made fun of Edd. Saying how he ironically needed you to help him. He was offended obviously. But he was just relieved that his friends were safe and somewhere deep inside of him, he was relieved you were okay too.

- A good two weeks after that, during an event he had been going to with the others to take their mind off of their old friend(Tord) showing up and ruining their house, he had found you in the corner of somewhere. Confused and having the urge to poke fun at you, he went up to you.

- But you were injured.

- You were injured pretty badly, blood dripped down from a scar on your cheek. And a scar that passed through your thigh and onto the bottom of your leg. You had a blackeye as well.

- Obviously, he was concerned. It was normal to be concerned for someone with such a grave injury, right? He knelt down, and told you he'd find something to bandage you up with.

- Conveniently, he had found a bandage nearby and took it to you straight after. While treating your wounds, he had asked a question: "Who.. did this to you?"

- Not thinking much of it, you had answered with; "I dunno, but some guy with a red hoodie and odd hair saw I had somethin of value to him most likely, and basically broke me to bits. He ran off with my purse that had whatever the hell it was. Either he was stealing my purse for some reason, or I really did have something of value."

- He immediately recognized that description. Tord. But.. why did he hurt you? Surely it wouldn't have been necessary even if you had something that was of value to him, right?

- He had then begun to tell you about the incident that occurred with his house, you had seen it after all. Upon you learning that Tord was the same as the guy inside the robot, you had suggested that maybe to be more careful he just shouldn't be so trusting all the time.

- But he had suggested back: "Maybe you should be more careful, none of us know what he could possibly pull next!" You asked, "Why do you even care? Don't ya hate me because of me hating your damn Cola?"

- ...

- You were right.

- Why did he care?

- Dodging the question, he moved onto another topic and kept treating your wounds. After the two of you managed to part ways, forcing a goodbye, he had been placed inside of his own thoughts. He didn't know why he even cared.

- Over the course of a few days, the question only became more prominent in his mind. He would often find himself staring at random parts of you. The bright/dark shade of e/c in your big/small eyes, the longness/shortness of your h/c hair, the way the sun reflected on you. Your lips.. wait, what?

- He sighed in a frustrated way at his desk, he was just trying to draw and yet he couldn't seem to get you off his mind. His pencil danced along the delicate surface of the paper. And immediately, it stopped. Great. Now he had been drawing you due to the fact he had been thinking of you so much.

- He grumbled, and crumbled the paper and threw it in the trashcan. Looks like he was going to have to come up with a plan for this.

- Sooner or later, he had found himself rambling to Tom and Matt about you and your stupid Cola hating presence mockingly staying stiff in his mind. The others only watched as he continued on, and Tom then spoke: "I don't know man, sounds like you've got the case of L.O.V.E Syndrome."

- "L.O.V.E... wait, no I don't! We're enemies for christs sake!" Edd snarled, making aggressive gestures towards him as he stood. Tom took a sip of his smirnoff, "Ah, the sweet sound of denial." Edd only got angrier, "I'm not in denial! They've just.. been on my mind a lot, is all."

- "Well, for someone with such a deep hatred for them, you do seem to talk about them a lot. It's almost like you actually care about them." Tom teased, making Edd feel an odd hotness rush to his face. "I do not! Your- your the one who cares!" Defensively, Edd yelled back with his eyes looking like some anime tsundere girl.

- "Wha- how do i-" Tom sighed, "Listen, Edd. Maybe you should consider the possibility that you might not hate them as much as you think you do." Tom tried to say as straight foward as he could, and oh boy did Edd follow his advice.

- It was only a few hours later he actually decided to admit to himself that he.. didnt hate you. In fact, he loved you. But why?! Why did he find himself falling in love with his rival of all people?! He just didn't understand.. he didn't understand himself.

- As his own unhealthy way of coping with his newfound feelings, he acted a lot ruder to you than he was before. Which was.. incrediblely obvious. You could tell something was up, usually he never was THIS mean. Was he planning something? You didn't exactly know yourself.

- Come to think of it, you didn't know why you had found yourself feeling the way you did either. His appearance seemed to catch your eye a lot more than it should've. His bright smile anytime he had seen cola, the way he looked anytime he laughed, his big adorable green eyes.. wait what?

- You had already known what this meant, you were in love, obviously. But you didn't understand why it was him that you had fallen for. Like Edd, you developed your own little coping mechanism. And that was just avoiding him. Anytime you went outside of your house, you peeked to see if he was out there, and if he wasn't you went to where you needed to be. If he was, you'd just stay in.

- A few times, he had seen you shut yourself back in. He had found himself kind of.. sad you weren't coming out as often as you usually did. Was his rudeness making you not want to come out? Was he really that mean? Ugh.. he was so frustrated.

- This kept repeating until one fateful day when the both of you had went to the same carnival conveniently. The bright lights didn't blind him enough to make him not recognize that it was you. You were sitting on a bench, alone. Depressed looking and eating your cotton candy like there was no tomorrow.

- He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, something in him told him that you and him needed to talk. With a deep breath, he listened to the voice and headed towards you. "Hey." He greeted you awkwardly. You noticed him, and tensed. "Um.. hey?" You said, visibly nervous.

- He sat down on the cold bench, and you looked at your legs awkwardly. "The weathers lovely, isn't it?" He smiled in an attempt to cover up his tension, you responded while looking down: "Not really, I'd say it may be a bit too cold out here."

- You two began to talk, and it gradually turned into casual conversation into confrontation. Edd asked you why you hadn't been coming out as often, and if anything he had been doing made you feel that way. Afraid of your true feelings being found out, you snapped: "No! There's nothing I want to talk about! I just want you to leave me the fuck alone!"

- Tears welled up in your eyes, as you began to run off in an attempt to escape. You heard him behind you, calling out for you and telling you to wait. You didn't listen, and only hid somewhere in the hopes that he'd never find you.

- Unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. Because after a full 7 minutes of looking around the area, he walked by and found you. He slowly and gently approached you, sitting down next to your crying form.

- Placing a hand around you(which only made you tense up even more), he tried to gently get you into telling him why you had been behaving the way you did. After 2 minutes, he had finally gotten his answer, but it wasn't what he was expecting. Under the pressure of all the questions, you yelled: "Because I fucking love you, goddamnit!"

- "...what?"

- You broke down whimpering after that, strangely apologetic. Rapid shades of red rushed across your now red velvet face, "I dont.. I don't understand why I feel the way I do. I've never been nice to you and you've never been nice to me at all. So why do i.."

- "Well, I don't understand that either but.. I do understand how you feel. Because i.." He gulped, "I like you too."

- You certainly weren't expecting him to say that.

- After a minute of bickering.. somehow.. again... you finally asked: "Well.. what does this mean for us now? Does that mean we're.." Edd laughed awkwardly, "I guess it does! Haha.." The soft smile on his face brought you a sort of relief.

- "Can i... can I kiss you?" You asked, not daring to hide your desires any longer. He looked nervous, but he replied: "O-Of course you can!.."

- He leaned foward slowly, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. You leaned foward, and before you could snap your eyes shut: the softness of his sweet red lips met your own, the exciting yet nervous rush of being kissed overflowed you.

- Edd was happy that he had finally gotten how he felt off his chest. But boy, was this going to be an awkward thing to explain to his friends.

Matt:

- It's kind of understandable why the two of you didn't really get along.

- You. The for some reason mirror hating, self loathing, intelligent person. And him. The mirror loving, narcissistic, stupid man.

- It was obvious why the two of you didn't click at all. Tom and Edd only watched as the two of you had argued, both of them sipping their own favorite beverages. It seemed Matt had found his Eduardo.

- From then on, it was more of a petty rivalry Matt had formed with you more than an actual rivalry. Constantly trying to compete with you in random things, even the things he didn't like. Insulting you every time he was able. You had engaged in this rivalry, doing the same things back most of the time.

- Though usually you'd often agree with his insults, so even if you were his enemy, he'd run off because he felt bad.

- It was only on one day that had once been just a simple little competition for who had the better fashion skills, that you two had actually worked together. Gradually, a competition turned into a literal war.

- Items were being thrown around as fire caught throughout the entire building. Matt had been stupid enough to by a potion from some strange man in a alleyway, and to give it to the people who would be watching the competition thinking it would make them like him more.

- But it only made them like him a little too much. To the point where the potion had accidentally gotten to the other people and made them like you, which caused a total war zone. While Matt had a Matt-gasm over how loved he was, you had to drag him off somewhere.

- You told him that you had a plan, and he had to go along with it. Picking up a bottle of the potion you had found, it was labeled- "DO NOT POUR WATER ON YOURSELF AFTER DRINKING THIS. THIS WILL MAKE THE EFFECTS GO AWAY."

- Matt, in a serious tone of voice went: "Y/N.. I understand what I must do.. I must.. not give them water!" You faceplate, "No, or else this entire fuckin planet will be consumed by your fanboys and fangirls. And I don't want that, now come on!" You dragged off the sad looking Matt to go search for some water.

- After nearly being killed by the infected people and Matt because he didn't want the facts to go away, you managed to find a water hose and poured it all over the infected ones. They returned to normal, and made Matt feel very awkward with their mean stares.

- He hated you even more now, or at least he thought he did.

- On the same day his house had been destroyed, he and the others had found you injured. There was now a big ass would on your left cheek. And your house was destroyed as well. Matt, being petty and childish tried to say that he wanted to just leave you. But Edd, being the nice guy he is, decided you could go with them.

- Matt was obviously very unhappy with this, but Edd managed to convince him after he said he'd give him a mirror if he would let you stay. Matt carried you along with Tom, and due to that, got a closer look at your injury.

- "Did Tord hurt you too?" "Tord?.." You repeated that name, a bit confused. "The commie bastard who blew up our house and yours." Tom said, making you understand a bit better. "Oh, yeah.. I think one of the parts of his robot that exploded fell onto my house and destroyed it. I didn't really manage to dodge in time, heh." You giggled nervously.

- Matt looked away, seemingly deep in thought. Then he spoke again; "Well, worry not! I shall not rest until we find that pest who destroyed your house, your cheek and most importantly.. my FACE." His attempt to cheer you up had just turned into him talking about his face. Unsurprisingly.

- "But.. don't you hate the-" "For them, their house, and my face!" Matt cut off Tom, resulting in Tom giving him an annoyed glare. You laughed lowly, for someone you didn't like all that well, he could actually be kind of.. wait.. no, you hated him! There was no use in feeling anything positive towards him! Was there?..

- When you moved into their house and the friend group, you had found yourself going into your room a lot. And usually the one man that clouded your thoughts was Matt. You'd often bet he was probably doing something stupid that very moment(which was usually true), and wonder what it was.

- Thoughts had been clouded with the question of why he was so narcissistic. I mean, he didn't look that good to you. His hair was as fluffy as a cloud, and as orange as a tiger lily. His porcelain, perfect blue eyes.. those perfectly soft li- wait what?!

- You layed there, shocked at your own thoughts. Putting a palm on your forehead, you looked down. What had been going on with you lately?! Surely you couldn't be succumbing to that ridiculous narcissism of his!

- You stayed there, silent and in surprise. You needed to take in what you had just thought. You couldn't be.. in love with a complete narcissist, could you? Especially the man who tried to kill you once?

- You hoped to God it wasn't true, that you were just being silly or.. something.

- But you knew God couldn't lie to you, that irresistible smile and English accent told you the answer enough. His image layed mockingly in your head, taunting you with those deep blue eyes of his. And just like that, you knew you were unfortunately.. in love. With the guy who tried to kill you once.

- ...

- Yeah, maybe this wasn't exactly healthy?-

- But how had you even fallen for him so fast? It was like you immediately succumbed to him and didn't even realize it.

- Now there you were, flinching anytime you heard him speak and awkwardly trying to seem normal. But pretending to be normal only made you seem less normal. The stammering, the correcting of words, the constant blushing, the oddly more mean comments than usual.

- Matt would mope, and that would be all that it would take for you take back a mean comment. God, you really were in too deep, weren't you?..

- His cheerful "Yay!" anytime you did so just made your heart burn even more with the sense of knowing this was the choice that your heart had made.

- Meanwhile, he had been experiencing some things of his own. But due to his total stupidity, he didnt even realize it.

- Your precious e/c eyes were a source of annoyance for him! That stupid adorable smile anytime he did something questionable just made him rage! That laughter that sounded like a birds sweet melody.. oh, it just made him quiver with rage!

- He had been rambling to the others in those exact words when you weren't there, making Edd just roll his eyes. "Geez Matt, you'd figure you'd just stop talking about them if you hated them so much." He mumbled. "What?! No! They're simply too annoying to not talk about!" Matt responded.

- "They're too annoying to not talk about? With how you describe all the traits about them that annoy you, you'd figure it'd be just because your in love and are scared of the possibility of making fun of you because of that." Tom said, a dark expression on his face.

- "What? No! They just plague my mind with their annoyingness.. is all." Unsureness clouded inside his mind. "Oh, okay." Tom agreed surprisingly well, and went back to drinking his smirnoff. Matt decided to go to his room after a minute or two, to think about what Tom had said.

- After a minute of staring at a picture of you, man's legit gasped and went; "I'm in love with Y/N! And they're my enemy!"

- ...

- "Eh, this can work out fine!"

- With that, Matt began his plan to somehow swoon your heart, even though he had somehow swooned it on accident without realizing.

- Long story short, when carrying out said plan, it didn't exactly go as well as he intended?

- He had been trying to take you out for dinner, but for some reason he really wanted this to be secret, so he didn't tell you where on earth he would be taking you. You, tired as shit and it being like 3 in the morning, obviously tried to decline the offer.

- As he was trying to convince you, he had been stupid enough to say: "Please! I've been wanting to do this for days! I love you way too much not to take you out on a fancy dinner, especially considering your the one I love! And-" "..wait.. wHAT-"

- Let's just say you were as red as a pepper upon hearing that, and so was he upon realizing that he had just given himself away. "Uhh.. listen, I know this is kind of odd to want considering how i and you treat eachother usually but.. do you wanna go on a date? I'd really love for us to get married and have children and name them all "Little Matt" and-"

- You put a finger on his lips. You sighed, "We can go on a date, but I'm not gonna let all the other stuff happen just yet." He dramatically gasped, and squealed. Tightly, he hugged you, not letting go.

- You know..

- You never pictured the literal guy who tried to kill you and you ever doing this. Ever.

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winters-cursed-king · 4 years

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Some People Pay- Chapter 1

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: The first term holidays were never going to be good for Sirius. Provoking Lucius Malfoy at a pureblood gathering made them even worse and McGonagall might be slightly concerned

Tws: Child abuse, physical abuse, violence, implied/referenced self harm, blood, torture, bullying (?)

Fake Your Death Series || Read On AO3 || Chapter 2

Sirius pushed the box of blades shut, taking in deep breaths. Blood trickled slowly down his forearms, but he couldn’t work out what was from the cuts lining his wrists and what was from his shoulders.

The letter shook in his hands, words blurring together as he tried to read it.

Good evening Sirius,

I hope your holidays have gone well and you are well refreshed for your second term at Hogwarts.

The uniform you gave me has been placed back in your dorm, alongside all your books. As per request, I have asked the house elves to avoid your bed however I expect it to still be kept tidy.

I would remind you there is a transfiguration essay due in on the first Friday back and if you are having any issues please come see me for help.

On the train back, I will be in compartment three. There is something that came out of the bag you gave me that I would like to talk about.

Regards,

Professor McGonagall

His hands shook harder as he folded the letter up, the paper scraping against his fingers as blood blotted the edges.

Pushing himself up off the wall was more difficult than he’d expected. His legs were weak under him, shaking and betraying him, and he almost tripped several times while trying to remove the false brick from the wall.

Carefully, he tucked the letter into the matchbox alongside the one from James. It was worn out, carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Hidden alongside his wand and the notes Remus, James, and Peter had written to him in class.

Slotting the fake brick back over the hole, he pulled the dress shirt off the rack, trying not to cough as dust was scattered across the room.

He buttoned it up slowly, hair pins in his mouth. He was careful not to pull too hard on the fresh cuts as he fixed the cuffs.

As he pushed his feet into the dress shoes, he pulled down the mirror. He had a blackeye, and his lip was slightly swollen, but it’d be fine.

He fixed the last pin in his hair. The bun was not messy enough to call it attention to it, but just messy enough to be a statement of rebellion.

He could feel the footsteps from the crowds downstairs and the voices discussing every piece of latest gossip. It rattled the black iron railing that ran down the halls and made the doors creak and shudder.

The staircase was long, and windy, and in full view of anyone in the ballroom. He could see the guests floating around in the candlelight, whispering to each other. He knew most of them by name, and all of them by deed. He could see Lucius showing off something on his arm, and Bellatrix carefully adjusting the hem of her skirt.

It took everything he had to stop his hands from shaking. He gripped the railing as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, eyes scanning for the safest corner to hide in.

How Lucius managed to cross the room in the span of milliseconds, Sirius would never know.

“If it isn’t our little blood traitor,” Lucius sneered.

Lucius was taller than him and broader than him and older than him. His white hair was pulled back off his face, held in place with a slytherin clip, and his fingers were dripping with rings.

“Fuck off.”

Lucius caught Sirius’ wrist, nails digging in deep, stepping closer and closer. “What did you say to me, runt?”

“I told you to fuck off. Go suck a dick or something.”

There was an art in keeping a cocky grin on his face. A sort of rhythm in the way he ignored the irregular beating of his heart and focused his eyes squarely on Lucius’ cold ones.

Lucius twisted his arm back, pushing him up against the railing of the stairs. It pressed against the cuts on his wrists and sent fresh flames of agony through his shoulders and back. On such an awkward angle, he couldn’t even stand up straight.

He leant in and whispered against Sirius’ ear, fist tightening around his wrist. “Do you want me to show you what we do to blood traitors?”

Sirius kicked at Lucius’ shins. “Get off me, you jerk. I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, Lucius,” Andromeda draped her arms over his shoulders. “Don’t you have better things to be doing?”

She had a fading bruise under her cheek bone, and her eyes were tired. Brown hair had been gathered meticulously into a silver bun net and her fingers were worn.

Lucius shrugged her off, digging his nails in deeper until he drew blood.

But he didn’t even look at her.

She gave Sirius an apologetic look, but walked off, her fingers twirling the loose strand of hair.

The punch hit Sirius in the chest before he even saw it.

“Fucking mudblood lover,” Lucius snarled. “Do you really want to make a mockery of us?”

“You do that just fine by yourself.”

Another blow caved Sirius’ stomach in.

He didn’t get a chance to breath before Lucius’ wand was pointing under Sirius’ chin, digging in sharply.

Pain burst through his body. It twisted patterns, igniting every bruise and cut. It laughed and snarled, biting at his skin and gnashing at his bones. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything but Lucius’ grin and the pain that ran through his bones.

“Oh Lucius!” Sirius’ mother fawned. “I couldn’t find you anywhere. How long has it been?”

The wand left Sirius’ throat instantly, and his wrist was released. But the pain wasn’t gone. His mother’s voice kept everything on edge- fists clenched, heart racing.

“Far too long, I’m afraid,” Lucius sidled. “I haven’t seen you since the end of school last year.”

Sirius’ breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t open his eyes, they wouldn’t work for him and he couldn’t make them. They were fixed firmly shut, unwilling to cooperate. He could feel his hands shaking and he hated it. He couldn’t show weakness. Especially not here.

His mother slapped him across the face, nails digging into his skin.

His vision was blurry. His mother’s pearls seemed to reflect the too bright light, her black netting obscuring his view of the room. Her snake headed cane tapped against the marble floor.

“What took you so long? Do you exist to ridicule me?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to watch whatever scene you were making,” he shrugged.

He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He was tired, and sore, and school started again in a couple of days.

Lucius’ smug smile said it all.

“I should’ve locked you up in the attic,” she growled lowly. “Be grateful I’m too kind to do what I should’ve. If you had any parent but me you wouldn’t be here, you can bet on that.”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“Do you want a taste of what responsible parents do to their blood traitors?”

The head of her cane hit just under his chin, tilting his head up slightly.

He raised his chin to look her in the eyes, words turning bitter and painful before he spoke them. “How bad could it be?”

The cane sent a sharp burst of pain across his chin, hitting his split lip. He could taste blood, feel it trickle down his chin.

He didn’t even have time to focus on it. Time and time again his mother’s rings scraped across the skin of his cheek, drawing blood, and the cane sent bruises blossoming across his body.

She stayed detached, upright, observing with cold eyes. Sometimes he thought it’d be better if she yelled or screamed or snarled.

He fell into the routine he’d perfected over the years. Taking shallow breaths, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor, biting his lip to keep the tears from forming.

The room was spinning around him in a blur of light when the blows stopped. It took all of his willpower to stand up straight and look his mother in the eye.

He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. He could see Cygnus nodding in approval, and Lucius’ smug, aloof grin.

The only one looking away was Andromeda. She was staring at the ground, hands shaking in her lap, whispering something to Regulus.

But he wasn’t listening.

He was watching Sirius with wide eyes and fists clenched around his robes. His chest was rising and falling jaggedly, with the trained restraint of someone who couldn’t show fear.

Sirius caught his eyes, trying to fix his face into an easy going, reassuring smile. Everything was going to be ok.

But Regulus looked away, his face quickly going blank.

Sirius leaned back against the railing, ignoring the shots of pain from the not quite healed gashes on his back, and laughed as best he could through the raspiness.

“Is that all you’ve got, you old bat?”

Shots of pain pressed against the skin of his wrist, carving patterns and letters he couldn’t bring himself to look at. Bursts of purple and red cut through his mind, blocking out his vision entirely, and he could feel his throat constrict. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see. He was numb except for the blinding white pain that became his only tether to reality.

This was it. This was how he was going to die.

He couldn’t remember anything after that. He’d be able to feel the agony in his veins for the rest of his life, or the feeling of his skin splitting open and his bones splintering. He’d be able to say how hoarse his throat had been for days after or how the fury in his mother’s eyes was permanently ingrained in his mind.

But the details were gone as soon as it had happened. A massive dark gap in his memory that stretched for an indeterminable amount of time and hid images that haunted him in nightmares.

He could remember the aftermath, though. He could remember falling to his knees, face a mess of tears and blood, body shaking and breath trapped in his chest. He could remember the cold marble against his split skin and how he hit his head on the railing.

He could remember that one last glimpse of Regulus’ pale face before everything crumbled into an empty, unforgiving darkness.

#HP #Harry Potter #Angst #The marauders #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Lucius Malfoy #Fic #Fanfiction

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