❝ please don't let those be your last words to me. ❞ GEORGE WEASLEY GOLDEN TRIO ERA

Regulus Black was never pure. There's blood under his fingernails and cold in his bones, sharp edges honed in quiet hallways, a boy forged from duty and ruin, darkness woven into his very breath. And then there's Vaelora potter who burns with the kind of hope that should be impossible, and he hates her for it, the way she stands in the wreckage and still dares to shine. But he wants her. Gods, he wants her like a curse, like a blade he'd press against his own throat just to feel something bright one last time. He wants her like damnation, and he'd choose it, every time, with shaking hands and a smile on his lips. REGULUS BLACK HARRY POTTER ©babydolls 2025 ╱ inspired by which witch, florence + the machine

my body is burning with the shame of not belonging. harry potter x f!oc. golden trio era.

The night had warned her about him, about her, those who sought the pale quiet. 𝕿OM 𝕽IDDLE / HP UNIVERSE. 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖘 2020 © deerskine

flowers bloom in the soft parts of my skull where you once lived. REGULUS BLACK © 2022 archaicpoets

Let me go mad in my own way. HARRY POTTER ╱ the Fatal Flaw series.

I had a backbone made of glass and then it broke. Ron Weasley & FemOC © aquamcnti 2024