Call Out My Name , Regulus Black
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devotion | regulus black
β "I love you more than life itself," β 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 naΓ―ve 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. β½ο½‘βComplete
Unfortunately-(Jegulus) β
Previously titled "Burnt Hope." Regulus Black is persuaded by his brother, Sirius, to run away with him in the middle of the summer. And to none other than the Potter's. But, when he arrives at his new home, there's something about James which both infuriates and intrigues him. Regulus isn't one for making friends. So, what happens when James helps him open up and shows him what love really is? βThis is a non-magic (muggle)AU. [1,000 words average per chapter] βCover fanart Regulus is by upthehillart. Β©-Happy26XxComplete
Battles of Interest
Forbidden love between Regulus Black and Aurora Vance. Marauders era that leads into golden trio era. I don't stan JKR. I just love the books (more so the movies, don't come for me) so my Regulus may be a LOT different from your personal headcanons!Complete![πππΌπππππ , [ππ€π‘πππ£ ππ§ππ€ + πππ§ππͺπππ§π¨] β](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/307134274-256-k496293.jpg)
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βIn the end we discover that to love and let go can be the same thing.β IN WHICH a girl makes imagines with different Harry Potter characters (mostly marauders) (GOLDEN TRIO + MARAUDERS ERA)Complete
Falling Stars β§ Regulus Black
Josephine Potter was different from her family. Maybe that's what led to her befriending Regulus Black. FemOC x Regulus Black ~Cover made by be~Complete
cigarettes after sex
π¬πͺ½πͺ regulus black x fem OC marauders era "fuck you regulus" "you seem to be the only girl who hasn't" "I'll die happy knowing that" started: 2/5/25 status: ongoing
β "I love you more than life itself," β 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 naΓ―ve 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. β½ο½‘β
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