#because the black brothers are just so mcfkn angsty

“i fucking hate you.”

“you don’t mean that.” regulus said quietly, desperately clinging to the hope that he was right, and that sirius really, truly, didn’t.

“i mean every. fucking. word.”

“sirius, i-” the younger brother’s voice only cracked slightly.

there is a bittersweet pain in a brother’s betrayal, that sirius had seen coming all along. in a family of madness and secrets kept in the light of the stars, they were very few, the ones that came in the light of the sun.

and regulus had stayed in the shadows, where, seemingly, he belonged.

a single tear rolled down sirius’ cheek, that washed away the war’s pain, the traitorous act that regulus had done, the pain that had toughened them up, built them up, but at the same time, that broke them down.

family.

“mon petit frère est un traître.” sirius whispered, their voice shaking ever so slightly.

“non…” regulus trailed off. “sirius, s'il te plaît…”

and with the betrayal, the skull-headed snake marked in regulus’ skin forever,

the blood’s bond had been broken.