A PRETTY FACE DOESN'T MEAN A PRETTY HEART, regulus black

A PRETTY FACE DOESN'T MEAN A PRETTY HEART, regulus black

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
OLIVER AND REGULUS WERE POLAR OPPOSITES. regulus was closed off, secretive, even to his small circle of friends. oliver was kind and considerate to everyone he met, even if he didn't particularly like them. the two boys both hid their feelings with pretty faces and pretty words, but their hearts were far from pretty. regulus black x male oc!! This book includes Strong language, alcohol/drug use, mentions of ptsd, mentions/representations of physical and mental abuse, self-harm, mentions of suicide, ableism, and possibly more.
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― "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. ☽。⋆

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