Tangled Inspired Wolfstar + Jegulus Au (Part 1?)
Regulus and Sirius Black had been locked in the tower for as long as they could remember. Unbeknownst to them, their parents, high ranking nobles, had deemed them inadequate as heirs to their lineage just as they began to gain consciousness. To disguise the absence of their two young children, Walburga and Orion Black created a scene in the boys' room that would rival a horror movie.
Blood stained on white, pristine bed sheets, blood splattered on the spotless, wallpapered walls, hell, even a bloody murder weapon had been left behind and a fake trial arranged, the blame being placed on some random commoners, of course. What were they going to do, buy their way out of it?
As far as the general public was concerned, Sirius and Regulus Black were both dead, dying tragically young, and being killed by the petty and jealous peasants who seemed to get worse by the year.
Life in the tower was dull, to say the very least. The boys had been supplied with minimal space and no toys or games whatsoever. All they had were cleaning supplies, a small kitchenette, beds, and one singular window- one that outlooked the far away kingdom that always seemed just out of reach.
Sirius, the oldest brother, spent most of his time there, growing restless as the years drew on. He longed to go out and see what the world was like, no matter what mumbo jumbo his mother spouted. He’d believed her when he was younger, sure, but he was getting older. He could think for himself, and something in him was beginning to think the world outside really wasn’t that bad.
Regulus, on the other hand, nearly believed every word that came from his mother's lips and began to fear the "horrors" of the outside world from a young age. Inevitably, though, he also grew suspicious of the tales his mother told. Ultimately, he resolved to still listen to her. Both boys found out their mother hated being challenged the hard way.
Walburga didn't visit often, especially as the brothers got older, but when she did, she'd make sure to remind them of the dangerous outdoors. When they (usually Sirius) would ask why they weren't allowed to leave, the cold-hearted mother would come up with gory, horrifying stories of robbers, murderers, and audacious criminals, claiming to only be protecting her precious sons from such troubles. While Sirius would come to scoff and roll his eyes, Regulus would often become uneasy. The two would fight often about what was what, though it never really went anywhere in the end. Nothing seemed to go anywhere in that tower.
There came a time when Walburga hadn't come to see her boys in quite some time, having told them she'd be busy on a "business trip". The tension in the cramped tower had grown to an all time high over the following weeks, as Sirius viewed this as their only time to escape, while Regulus would much rather stay put.
Not that he didn't want to leave, he liked to think he hated the tower as much as his older brother, if not more. It was the 'what ifs' that got Regulus. Like, what if his mother was right, and the second they stepped out of the castle burglars came for them? Or what if they got hungry and someone offered them food that turned out to be poisonous? Or what if the grass actually was venomous and could kill someone the second they stepped on it? Maybe that was a reach, but Regulus hated the thought of dying such horrible deaths more than the tower, so he remained obedient, complacent, and most importantly, safe.
As Regulus remained cosily perched on his bed, rereading one of the old books his mother had provided him (she picked out what books he could read, she wouldn't want him reading some horror tale of freedom would she?), Sirius paced around the small space, mostly gravitating around the window, loudly planning what he could do to escape and what he'd do when he was free. Regulus blatantly ignored him, turning a page he definitely hadn't read.
Just when Regulus was about to tell his brother to shut up and let him read in peace, a loud sound echoed from around the base of the tower. The brothers instantly stilled in their separate activities, staring at each other in wide eyed shock. Their mother never entered through the bottom of the tower; she always flew up with her broom through the window.
More movement could be heard downstairs, though it was getting progressively closer. The steps were too practiced to be some sort of animal, to deliberate. No, that was the sound of a human, maybe more than one, about to enter their sacred quarters.
"Hide!" Sirius whispered to his younger brother, who was grasping his book so hard his knuckles were pale white.
"Wha-? Hide where, Sirius? There's nowhere to go!" Regulus whisper-shouted back in panic and agitation. Leave it to his brother to be dimwitted even in times of emergency. The footsteps were growing closer and Regulus could feel his heart beating tenfold.
"I don't know, Reg, under the bed, in the cupboard, anywhere!" Sirius retorted as he frantically shuffled around the kitchenette, in deep search for something.
"Salazar's sake- what are you looking for?" Regulus was practically about to lose his mind as the footsteps grew closer yet and his brother, instead of finding a hiding place himself, was searching around the oven for Salazar knew what.
"Doesn't matter- Regulus they're coming, go!" Sirius replied without sparing him a glance, finally looking satisfied when he got his grip on their black iron frying pan and flipping it in his hand.
"What about you, Siri?" Regulus foolishly found himself asking as he crept closer to the cupboard. Leave it to him to worry about stupid Sirius when he should be saving himself.
"Regulus, there's no time-" The steps were loud and clear by then, seeming just outside of the door the two had never been able to open. They'd just assumed it was a charm for when burglars did actually come, like then, but there was no such thing as being too prepared.
"Regulus, NOW!" Sirius finally yelled, his usually gray eyes blue with adrenaline as he snapped around to his little brother.
The door knob turned just as Regulus had managed to throw himself into the cramped cupboard, shutting the doors behind him.
He really hoped Sirius knew what he was doing.
(Should I make another part?)
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