☆1984, Wizarding London☆

Regulus had never escaped his family. Not like his brother had. But he also hadn't thought to be dragged into their twisted mindset of pureblood proprietary and cold facades. But he'd been married off when he turned 19 to some girl his parents found acceptable, but he'd never truly loved. They'd had a child only a year after they were married, that was what everyone wanted, an heir for the Black family. Regulus had been scared when he became a dad, terrified even. But he tried his hardest, he tried his hardest to love you like you deserved, and to not be the same kind of father his parents had been to him. But when his wife died he was even more scared. Now it was just Regulus and you, and he was just about crumbling under pressure.

He'd moved back in with his parents as they'd demanded. He lived there in the cold manour he was forced to call home. Every room was a memory of his childhood, of the pain his parents had caused him and his brother. He tried to keep you separate from the pureblood life and his parents. But it was difficult as you were expected to be another perfect Black.

The only good thing was that he was now able to see sirius at times. He could see his brother and remus, and he'd take you at times. If he needed an escape from it.

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It was late at night. You'd been crying your eyes out. Your little fingers curled into a fist on the duvet as you cried. Regulus knelt tentatively beside your bed. His hand hovering over your hair. He was trying his hardest, but he didn't know to be a father. It all scared him.

He wracked his brain for something to calm your sobs and tears from a nightmare you refused to tell him about. His gaze flicked to the dark night sky, and he had an idea. It was something sirius had always done to him when he couldn't sleep or was scared of their parents.

"Do you want to talk about it or should I tell you about the stars, baby?

He said softly to his toddler, finally stroking a hand through his child's hair.