! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 11:28 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚.

❛ ─ in which regulus black finds himself obsessing over a particular ravenclaw half-blood whom he should not even be talking to. ❜ ⋆૪ ִֶָ ࣪𖥻✸۫˖ 𓍯۫˖ ❤️‍🩹𖥔 ָ࣪ ˖╲ʾ ִ 𖤐💋 ִ ͙▸ ##! ꒰ fem!oc x r.black ꒱ ##! ꒰ mature content ꒱ ##! ꒰ marauders era ꒱ ⌕ ៸៸ ♫﹔my original story ﹪✮ ۫ ₊ ִ𖤐 ˚ . also on ao3 as (@setforhogwarts) ♡̶ 𐑂 𓏲 . * 𓂃 intended lowercase <3 ꜝꜝ

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆