RED SUPERGIANT
RED SUPERGIANT
Regulus can't believe he only went clubbing twice; what is wrong with him? This is amazing. This is everything anyone needs.
He has never felt more confident, relaxed, and unique. He feels like he's in love. The colours of the club are so vibrant and loud, everybody is flirting with him, everybody wants to dance with him; he's a fucking god.
This is the fourth alpha he has danced with. He doesn't know her name, but the way her big hands are covering his waist as he grinds on her makes him feel dizzy; he smiles at her, and she smiles, placing a kiss on his lips. He kisses back and grinds harder.
He feels so hot; it's so stupid to think nobody wants him, everybody wants him, everybody is looking at him. He's so special. He's everything everybody needs.
She grabs his thighs, getting his attention. "Do you want to grab more drinks?" she hisses in his ears, trying to overpower the music.
"No!" Regulus throws his head back, looking at her. "I already had some."
"Do you want to go somewhere private?" she says.
Regulus shakes his head. "I wanna dance!" Regulus yells, getting out of her clutches, "This is my song!"
Regulus finds Barty and Evan dancing together; he gets in between them and grinds on Evan while Barty grinds in front of him.
He throws his head back while sandwiched between moving his hips with the beat. Evan grabs his chin and re-applies his lipstick. Regulus lets him; he doesn't know why he would protest.
Why does he ever protest anything? Jesus, this is fun. His head has never felt this empty.
He dances with them until he's out of breath and needs to go piss.
Regulus grabs Evan's and Barty's necks, dragging them to his level. "I need to piss!" He screams.
"Go piss," Barty yells back, smacking Regulus' bum, making Regulus giggle.
Regulus comes out of the loo and blinks at the amount of omegas. They all have patches on, so the scent in the bathroom isn't as strong as it would be.
Regulus goes to the basin, washes his hands, and smiles at the omegas chatting in the corner because he feels like he is on cloud nine.
Ring
Ignore it. You're having fun. Don't ruin your night.
Ring
Ignore it. Who could it be; no one with good intentions.
Ring
Fuck this.
Regulus takes out his phone and stares at the TOM written on the screen, the picture of them on the bed.
He begged for that picture; the Alpha didn't even try to smile in the photo, his hard eyes staring back at him.
'Fucking idiot,' Regulus thinks as he stares at his own face in the picture smiling widely.
Regulus answers and stays silent, waiting for Tom to speak. Breathing heavily, he tries to keep his emotions in check. Words bubble in his throat—things he hasn't said for years, trying to escape, anger and resentment clouding his thoughts. So much love for someone who doesn’t deserve it, so much hate deserved.
"Regulus," Tom's voice is as stern as it always is—hard, bone-crushing, and Regulus loves– loved it, he’s so stupid.
"Yes."
"Where are you?"
"Out."
"Out where exactly," Tom says with the fake posh accent that pisses Regulus off. He had heard Tom's cockney accent when the Alpha got too drunk and slipped.
You can't buy old money, and you can't buy a polished childhood. No one can clean themselves completely off who they used to be; something always sticks, take it from Regulus.
"Getting pissed with Evan and Barty," Regulus emphasises the name of his friend.
"Barty-” Tom says the name with an underline of disgust before cutting himself off. "Come home right now." Tom uses his signature cold tone, the one that makes Regulus feel like a small, stupid child who doesn't understand anything.
Maybe he is a stupid child.
"Can't be arsed."
"What was that—"
"What don't you understand from I can't be arsed? It means I can't be bothered." Regulus screams. Regulus hears the omegas in the bathroom quiet down, listening to his conversation.
'Bunch of gossips.' Regulus scoffs.
"Come home and let us talk." Tom's voice is thin; it makes something in the back of his head itch, a tiny voice telling him to stop, but the drug running down his veins is crushing the tiny voice.
"Dear Mary and her son, you are so fucking annoying. We already talked, I told you. We are over, we're done, this is it." Regulus hisses, angry and irritated; the drugs are putting him on the edge.
"This is your emotions speaking. You’re overwhelmed by what happened today. What about everything else? You work for me. Do you think this is acceptable? What will you do?"
"I quit then, I quit, this is me resigning. It's over, Tom. We're done. I'm so sick of your shit. You won't even look at me!" Regulus screams the last part, "You won't look at me. You don't touch me, and now what? You want me to come back and forget about it."
Regulus runs a hand through his hair before spitting out, "I'm releasing you of me, you no longer have to keep up with me; you're not in a cage anymore, go find a younger cunt to fuck because this one is done with you."
"Omega—"
‘My name is Regulus– it’s Regulus’
"Shut the fuck up. I'm not done." Regulus's voice breaks slightly, but he's telling himself it's because he screamed his lungs out, not because he's emotional.
"I want you to know you didn't break me. I'm amazing, wonderful, and smart, and I'm going to build myself outside of you. This is what's been going on in my mind for months. I don't need you. I don't need anyone."
Regulus thinks back to everybody he has ever known—his mother, father, brother, and friends who never checked up on him. All he wanted was love and affection, and he tried to seek them from an older man. It didn't work. It doesn't matter. He has Evan and Barty, and he will look for new friends. He can build a new foundation outside of validation.
He doesn't want to feel exhausted anymore, emotionally and physically. Begging to be loved doesn't work, so he will be the one people beg to be loved by.
"Regulus, sweetheart," Tom begins this time with a different approach. Regulus feels his hand shake, his mind drifting. The nickname is so sweet; he always wanted a nickname.
But Regulus… he’s—
"I am smart, amazing, and I don't-" he takes a deep breath. "I don't need you anymore." Regulus hisses. He hangs up before Tom can continue saying his piece. Knowing him, his next words will come out dripping like honey covering Regulus, a type of sweetness that makes him sick.
Breathing heavily, Regulus places a hand on his chest, hoping to regain control of his breathing, clenching his phone in his other hand.
Regulus doesn't expect what happens next – everybody in the bathroom starts clapping. He chokes up, laughter bubbling out of him as the omegas cheer and whoop.
Honestly, who allowed omegas to get drunk?
"That was amazing!" A tiny blonde comes up to him and gives him a hug. Regulus doesn't hug her back, still shaking a little with adrenaline pumping through him.
"That's what I'm saying!" a brunette shouts across the room.
"Oh, the energy you're releasing is amazing," the white blonde says, grabbing Regulus' hand. "What's your name?"
"Regulus," he whispers.
"The star! Oh, that's brilliant!" she smiles wildly before grabbing Regulus' phone out of his hand. "Here, open it."
Regulus doesn't know if his brain stopped working because he opened his phone for her.
"My number, call me, and we can go get coffee." the Omega girl says in an airy voice before disappearing to the loo. Regulus looks in her direction, knowing he won't call her because he doesn't know who she is, and she's weird.
He shakes his head and looks at himself in the mirror; he has sobered up a little. Tom stole some of his high like the little thief that he is.
He washes his hands as he stares at his reflection; Regulus can hear the voice getting louder again. Instead of dwelling, he fixes his lipstick that got smeared a little with his fingers.
He's fine.
He's smart and amazing and wonderful.
He's perfectly fine.
This club has a problem, and the problem is called Regulus Black.