Black family - rock concert
Author:
loveangelsiri aka
loveangelstar
Title: No where
Word count: 639
Rating: G (maybe sorry I have no idea! There isn't any swearing or sex, hell there isn't even a pairing)
Prompt: rock concert
Warnings: annoying style of guess which character it is
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Potter universe.
It all belongs to J.K.R.
I very much wish I owned Sirius, but that's for entirely different reasons ; )
Feedback: yes please! I will seriously fangirl spasm if you say you like my stuff. Concrit is very much appreciated especially cos none of my writing is beta'd
Summary: Regulus is sneaking in from a night out but there's a surprise waiting for him when he gets home.
The music was blaring and filling the small hall with ease. It was the kind of music that got inside you, went through your veins and made your heart beat with the rhythm. This was what he liked; feeling alive. Nobody here knew who he was. No one knew of his family or of the Black honour that he was meant to uphold. Even if they did they would have a hard time recognising him. His outfit had been cleverly planned from his biker boots right down to the metal studs on his cap, which was pulled forwards shielding his face. The band struck up a new song; a racier one. Now that’s more like it, he thought. The deep banging bass of the music was thudding through his chest. He moved forwards and got lost in the crowd. A sea of people who, like him, needed to feel the thrill of the music. They knew about these underground gigs, they made sure of it. His veins were throbbing. He drank in all he could of this moment. He sprang up, fist in the air. Again and again. Jump! His head banged up and down in time with the music.
“Yeeeeaahhh!” he shouted barely able to hear himself.
“Yeah!” responded a few of the people closest to him, jostling him as they jumped themselves
“Rock on dude. Wooo-hooo!”
Wooo-hooo indeed.
* * *
The Black household was quiet. The only noises came from the natural creaks of the old house and the distant rumble of snoring above in the bedrooms. Regulus nudged the front door open a fraction more so he could slip through. He turned around and gently pushed it shut, wincing at the click it made. He took his shoes off and held them in his hand so he could gently pad across the floorboards. Regulus was almost at the stairs when he stopped dead. He had heard a noise; a faint crack coming from the kitchen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he set a course for the room which was in the opposite direction to where he had previously been heading. The kitchen door was slightly ajar. Regulus peered through, edging it slowly open. What he saw made him gasp.
“Master Regulus!” said Kreacher as he spun round.
“What the…?” he pushed the door fully open now and stepped inside “Where have you been?”
“No where” insisted Kreacher, realising too late what it was he was holding in his hands. He looked down wide eyed and attempted to hide it behind his back. Regulus raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, where have you been master?” said Kreacher, smirking.
“Oh, no where” Regulus said casually while smoothly pulling the shoes further behind his back and wrapping his coat around himself a little tighter.
“Ok, so we have been no where master” Kreacher looked Regulus up and down suspiciously.
“Yes. No where” They looked at each other and nodded. There was a slight pause.
“Erm Kreacher, are you wearing eyeliner?”
“What?! No master I - are you?”
“Pah! Well no I…”
They both took a step back and narrowed their eyes, glaring at each other.
“We shall never speak of this again. Understood?”
Kreacher nodded.
“Right then” said Regulus spinning round and forgetting about the shoes held behind his back. He blushed as Kreacher let out a small laugh. It was quickly stifled when he saw the look on his master’s face.
“I’m forbidding you to mention any of this to any one!” growled Regulus through gritted teeth. Kreacher nodded in agreement again, this time fear in his eyes.
Regulus exited the kitchen and quietly made his way up to his room and shut the door. As he hid his stilettos in the bottom of the wardrobe he wondered why the hell Kreacher would need a leather studded cap.
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I laughed like a crazy person while I was writing this. Actually I'm not all that convinced that it's THAT funny. I think I just tend to laugh at the things I write a little too much. I am a big believer in Regulus being adorable and just sadly led astray by those horrible death eaters but still a good person inside. Shame, poor him. I wish I had a Regulus icon
loveangelsiri aka
loveangelstar
Title: No where
Word count: 639
Rating: G (maybe sorry I have no idea! There isn't any swearing or sex, hell there isn't even a pairing)
Prompt: rock concert
Warnings: annoying style of guess which character it is
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Potter universe.
It all belongs to J.K.R.
I very much wish I owned Sirius, but that's for entirely different reasons ; )
Feedback: yes please! I will seriously fangirl spasm if you say you like my stuff. Concrit is very much appreciated especially cos none of my writing is beta'd
Summary: Regulus is sneaking in from a night out but there's a surprise waiting for him when he gets home.
The music was blaring and filling the small hall with ease. It was the kind of music that got inside you, went through your veins and made your heart beat with the rhythm. This was what he liked; feeling alive. Nobody here knew who he was. No one knew of his family or of the Black honour that he was meant to uphold. Even if they did they would have a hard time recognising him. His outfit had been cleverly planned from his biker boots right down to the metal studs on his cap, which was pulled forwards shielding his face. The band struck up a new song; a racier one. Now that’s more like it, he thought. The deep banging bass of the music was thudding through his chest. He moved forwards and got lost in the crowd. A sea of people who, like him, needed to feel the thrill of the music. They knew about these underground gigs, they made sure of it. His veins were throbbing. He drank in all he could of this moment. He sprang up, fist in the air. Again and again. Jump! His head banged up and down in time with the music.
“Yeeeeaahhh!” he shouted barely able to hear himself.
“Yeah!” responded a few of the people closest to him, jostling him as they jumped themselves
“Rock on dude. Wooo-hooo!”
Wooo-hooo indeed.
* * *
The Black household was quiet. The only noises came from the natural creaks of the old house and the distant rumble of snoring above in the bedrooms. Regulus nudged the front door open a fraction more so he could slip through. He turned around and gently pushed it shut, wincing at the click it made. He took his shoes off and held them in his hand so he could gently pad across the floorboards. Regulus was almost at the stairs when he stopped dead. He had heard a noise; a faint crack coming from the kitchen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he set a course for the room which was in the opposite direction to where he had previously been heading. The kitchen door was slightly ajar. Regulus peered through, edging it slowly open. What he saw made him gasp.
“Master Regulus!” said Kreacher as he spun round.
“What the…?” he pushed the door fully open now and stepped inside “Where have you been?”
“No where” insisted Kreacher, realising too late what it was he was holding in his hands. He looked down wide eyed and attempted to hide it behind his back. Regulus raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, where have you been master?” said Kreacher, smirking.
“Oh, no where” Regulus said casually while smoothly pulling the shoes further behind his back and wrapping his coat around himself a little tighter.
“Ok, so we have been no where master” Kreacher looked Regulus up and down suspiciously.
“Yes. No where” They looked at each other and nodded. There was a slight pause.
“Erm Kreacher, are you wearing eyeliner?”
“What?! No master I - are you?”
“Pah! Well no I…”
They both took a step back and narrowed their eyes, glaring at each other.
“We shall never speak of this again. Understood?”
Kreacher nodded.
“Right then” said Regulus spinning round and forgetting about the shoes held behind his back. He blushed as Kreacher let out a small laugh. It was quickly stifled when he saw the look on his master’s face.
“I’m forbidding you to mention any of this to any one!” growled Regulus through gritted teeth. Kreacher nodded in agreement again, this time fear in his eyes.
Regulus exited the kitchen and quietly made his way up to his room and shut the door. As he hid his stilettos in the bottom of the wardrobe he wondered why the hell Kreacher would need a leather studded cap.
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I laughed like a crazy person while I was writing this. Actually I'm not all that convinced that it's THAT funny. I think I just tend to laugh at the things I write a little too much. I am a big believer in Regulus being adorable and just sadly led astray by those horrible death eaters but still a good person inside. Shame, poor him. I wish I had a Regulus icon