King Of My Heart | R. BLACK

S Y N O P S I S

The story of tragedy and love that was not meant to be fulfilled. A common theme in history, Romeo and Juliet, Pyramus and Thisbe. Desire pulling you together but everything pulling you apart. The longing to love and to be loved. Innocence of the young and primitive children who merely wanted to be together, nothing more and nothing less. Destiny woven from the start, a reality in which they have no control or choice. A forced life, written for them by others.

A roadblock, a separation set in stone from the dawn of time. The sun and the moon, destined to love each other but never allowed to be together. Forced to always miss one another, to love from afar. There is no lack of it, the love is strong and potent, a potion so thick and powerful that the slightest whiff could send someone spiraling. Spiraling into an emotion so deep and so strong that it's nauseating. To fall into love like a sword, allowing it to consume you completely and devour you whole.

The naïveté of believing that everyone deserves a chance to be good. That not everyone wants a chance to be good. To not understand that bad people are capable of doing the right thing but that didn't make them a good person. The inherent flaws of hope and trust, and an unwavering belief system that if you try hard enough, you can save everyone. But you can't.

The conviction of others, capable of sending the most sane people spiraling. The ability to convince a person that they meant what they said when lies poured out of their mouth like blood from an open wound. An open wound that formed when someone taught them their beliefs were the only way and there was no way around that. A knife in the back that forced one to remain upright. Back straight and eyes forward, never wavering from the goal.

Spending your life hidden in the shadow of your brother meant you could fly under a radar. James Potter was the sun and Angela Potter was merely a bird who was flying dangerously close to the bright light. So she hid and she never cared. Her ability to remain within the shadows meant there was more she could get away with.

Because while everyone was watching her brother, waiting eagerly for his next move, nobody seemed to notice that all Angela wanted was the attention of one Regulus Black. But what she hadn't known, and would never truly understand is that the quiet of the shadows only existed because something or someone made it such. And when that something moves, everything would come into the light.

To be fully encompassed by someone, they own your body and soul. Angela Potter hadn't know until it far past the point of return. That she had handed her heart over to Regulus Black and there was no way to get it back. Nothing ever ends like a fairytale, wrapped up with a bow before being shared with the world. The silver lining of reality is that there is never one, and you can always count on that — everything must end in tragedy. One way or another.

trigger warning: deals with sensitive themes such as suicidal thoughts and actions as well as topics such as death, war and torture - it's nothing graphic but reader discretion is advised

dedicated to: pauldanoIvr cIearwaters superpink24 archiveofink mothdollie -downbad teabeIl whimsywitchess coast_by_coast superpink24

Takes place during the Marauders Era. I do not claim any ownership toward the Wizarding World, only my characters and plot.