💬 1 🔁 1 ❤️ 18 · okay now think about it.
modern time muggle universe tom riddle has company that kinda kills people but not directly idk
james already clocked out when the call came in, normally marlene and remus would take the call but remus had some family emergencies and asked james to take his place, james always the best friend, kindest man ever, took his place. him and marlene arrived to the location almost 10 minutes later. and when they got inside of the building they realized something was off, building staff looked oddly worried, they asked about it.
apparently security who was on duty wasn't watching the surveillance and didn't see that the lift had stopped. it had been almost a hour since the lift stopped when he turned the surveillance screen back on, and what he saw made his blood freeze. there was a man passes out and a woman who seems like she was about to loose her shit. this neighborhood had mostly poor people and from the look of their clothes they didn't belong this neighborhood, he didn't know them but he knew the fact from time to time some wealthy people visited Gilbert family from 10th floor. he was afraid he offended wrong people and immediately called rescue.
James carried Regulus with surprising ease, rushing through the hospital doors and shouting for a doctor. Marlene, quick on his heels, was already explaining the situation to a nurse. "Claustrophobia, panic attack, and he can't move his legs!"
"Which doctor is on call?" James asked, his voice filled with a concern that made Regulus's heart flutter despite his body's revolt.
"Dr. Evans," the nurse replied, already directing them to an examination room. "She'll be right with you."
Regulus, still rigid with a mix of fear and the lingering effects of his traumatic response, was gently laid onto the bed. Dorcas, her face a mask of worry, never left his side. James, surprisingly, didn't leave either. He just… talked. He talked about the ridiculousness of getting stuck in an elevator, about the time he got stuck in a tree as a kid, about his terrible luck with vending machines. He spun tales with a natural ease, his voice a comforting murmur in the sterile room. Regulus, despite his inner turmoil, found himself listening, a faint smile ghosting his lips.
A moment later, a woman with fiery red hair and intelligent green eyes walked in. "Dr. Evans," she introduced herself with a warm smile, her gaze immediately assessing Regulus. She moved efficiently, checking his vitals and asking Dorcas quick, precise questions. While she worked, James continued his one-sided conversation, occasionally throwing in a comment to Dorcas. To Dorcas’s utter astonishment, Regulus actually chuckled at one of James’s more outlandish stories – a genuine, unforced sound that she hadn't heard from him in years.
"Alright, Regulus," Dr. Evans said, her voice gentle, "your vitals are stabilizing, but it looks like you've had quite a shock. We'll run some tests, just to be sure there's no underlying issue, but it seems like a severe panic response. And..." her eyes, sharp and perceptive, lingered on Regulus's still, unmoving legs, then flickered to his calm, almost blank expression. "Have you experienced this kind of physical shutdown before?"
Regulus, still going by the fake surname 'White,' shook his head subtly, a lie that felt heavy on his tongue. He knew what she was implying.
"Well," Dr. Evans continued, a thoughtful frown on her face, "we can talk more about coping mechanisms once you're feeling a bit more up to it. For now, try to relax." She stepped out briefly to get something, and James immediately picked up the conversational thread, seemingly oblivious to the unspoken tension.
Just as Dr. Evans returned, an urgent call came through for James and Marlene. "Emergency meeting," Marlene mouthed, looking apologetic.
"We'll be back as soon as we can," James promised Regulus, a fleeting touch to his arm that sent a jolt through Regulus's nervous system. "Keep talking, Dorcas!"
With James and Marlene gone, the room felt suddenly quiet. Dr. Evans, now alone with Regulus and Dorcas, turned her full attention back to Regulus. Her expression softened, becoming more direct. "Regulus," she began, her voice low, "I've seen responses like this before. It's often a sign of deep-seated trauma, sometimes from childhood." She paused, letting her words hang in the air. "It's not unusual for the body to freeze when the mind is overwhelmed by fear, especially when there's a history of... difficult experiences."
Regulus's jaw tightened. He met her gaze, stubborn and unyielding. He wasn't about to spill his family's dark secrets to a stranger, no matter how kind she seemed. Lily sighed, a slight crease appearing between her brows. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it now. But please, consider it. There are ways to work through this. Can I at least get your contact information? Just in case we need to follow up, or if you change your mind about talking."
After a moment of internal debate, Regulus, surprisingly, gave her the number to his 'safe' burner phone – the one he used for non-Walpurgis related matters. Lily nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She obviously knew Sirius, and the dots were undoubtedly connecting in her brilliant mind.A week later, the air crackled with excitement at Fabian and Gideon’s bar. Remus had gotten a well-deserved raise, and the entire firefighter team was celebrating. James, never one to miss a party, had dragged Sirius and Lily along. Remus, in turn, had invited Mary and Peter. The place was buzzing, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses.
And then, they arrived. Regulus and his crew – Pandora, Xenophilius, Barty, Evan, and Dorcas – entered, their presence adding an unexpected frisson to the night. Pandora and Xenophilius had a target in the bar that night, a particularly slippery character connected to Walpurgis Company, and the others were there for backup, a formidable (if slightly eccentric) security detail.
The night unfolded like a wild dream. The music was loud, the drinks flowed freely, and inhibitions loosened. James, spotting Regulus across the crowded room, made a beeline for him, a wide, infectious grin on his face. He started talking, just as he had in the hospital, and Regulus, to his own surprise, found himself drawn into James’s orbit. Soon enough, they were dancing, laughing, and then, in a dimly lit corner, they hooked up.
Sirius, meanwhile, had found his way to Remus. Their conversation, initially hesitant, soon flowed with an easy intimacy. Before long, they were lost in each other, a long-simmering tension finally breaking.
Dorcas, always pragmatic but not immune to charm, found herself captivated by Marlene's fierce energy and wit. (i mean who wouldn't) Their connection was instant, electric, leading to a passionate encounter. Evan and Barty, already close, succumbed to the undeniable chemistry that had always simmered beneath their banter.
(yeah... they fucked... all of them)
The next morning, the bar was a distant memory for most, but for Regulus and Dorcas, paranoia was a built-in alarm clock. No matter how late they slept, they were always up at sunrise, their minds immediately switching back to their mission. This morning was no different. Regulus’s phone buzzed with a flurry of texts from Barty.
“WE GOT IT. PANDORA’S A GENIUS. EVERY. SINGLE. THING.”
In their hurried escape from the bar, fueled by adrenaline and the monumental success of getting the target’s phone – thanks to Pandora’s incredible acting skills – Dorcas had completely forgotten to exchange numbers with Marlene. She was so consumed by the news, the sheer thrill of their victory, that it slipped her mind entirely. She loved her job, and this was the biggest win yet.
Regulus, ever the more methodical of the two, had remembered to leave his number for James, along with a quick, apologetic note for their abrupt departure. The only problem was, in his haste, he'd missed the last two digits. When James woke, the lingering warmth of Regulus still a faint memory, he immediately reached for his phone. He saw the note, the number, and a hopeful smile spread across his face. He dialed, but the call wouldn't connect. "Number does not exist," the automated voice stated. A frown creased his brow. He tried again, then again, but always the same frustrating message.
Realizing the mistake, a spark of determination ignited within him. There were only 100 possible combinations for those last two digits. Seventy-two, if he excluded the ones he'd already tried. He started systematically, trying every possible number, one after another. Each wrong number was a tiny prick of disappointment. Days turned into a week, and he started to lose hope. Seventy-two options felt like an impossible maze when each attempt led to a dead end.
Meanwhile, the Walpurgis Company, a monolithic empire built on deceit and death, began to crumble. The information gathered by Regulus and his allies, the irrefutable evidence from the seized phone, was devastating. News headlines screamed about corporate fraud, illicit dealings, and the shocking revelation of their involvement in multiple unsolved deaths. The Black family name, once synonymous with power and influence, was now irrevocably stained.
In the midst of this chaos, with the Walpurgis Company in full collapse, Regulus finally switched on his personal phone for the first time since that legendary night at the bar. He saw a string of unfamiliar calls from a single, persistent number. His heart skipped a beat. A slow dawning of realization washed over him. The missing digits. He immediately called the number.
James, exhausted but still holding onto a sliver of hope, picked up on the first ring.
"Hello?" he said, his voice laced with a mixture of weariness and surprise.
"James," Regulus said, his voice a little breathless, a tentative smile spreading across his face. "It's Regulus. I think I owe you an apology."But before that pivotal call, before the world came crashing down on Walpurgis, something else monumental had happened.
The day after the bar, after the initial euphoria and the urgent texts from Barty, Regulus had called Sirius.
It was a difficult conversation, filled with years of unspoken pain, misunderstandings, and the raw wounds of abandonment. Sirius, still reeling from the events of the previous night and the surprising reunion with Remus, was initially guarded, angry. But Regulus, finally able to explain, poured out his heart, detailing the horrors he had uncovered, the truth about their parents, and the desperate fear that had driven him away. He talked about Andromeda, about his allies, and about the plan to bring Walpurgis down.
As Regulus spoke, the anger in Sirius's voice slowly gave way to shock, then understanding, and finally, a profound sadness. He listened, truly listened, perhaps for the first time in years. The wall between them, built brick by painful brick over years of silence and misunderstanding, began to crumble.
"Regulus," Sirius finally said, his voice thick with emotion, "I... I'm so sorry. I should have known. I should have tried harder."
"We were both just kids, Sirius," Regulus replied, a tremor in his own voice. "We did what we thought we had to. But it's over now. It's really over."
And in that moment, across the miles, two brothers, estranged for too long, finally made peace. The past, though still painful, no longer held them captive. They had each other again, and that was all that mattered.
titsay
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
areudirty
annaxmalina
kianamaiart
snowghoul
izzy806
baratheonpilled
