Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14
we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready
chapter 34:
1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though
2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this
3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried
4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg
5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice
6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding
7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it
8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.
9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared
10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to
11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck
12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning
13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone
14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.
Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.
It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.
It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””
this fucking fic i swear to god
15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy
they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined
im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.
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