Before Anne and Sebastian Sallow, Ominis had Phineas Black. {M/M, friends to enemies to lovers, forced proximity, grumpy x sunshine, summer love}
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Phineas and Ominis spent every summer together before Hogwarts, two best friends like stars in the same constellation. But the last summer before they started school ended in betrayal-or so Ominis thought. One whispered accusation, and the bond between them shattered.
Then, five years later, the Black and Gaunt families force them together once more. Sharing a room. Sharing space. Sharing secrets they'd thought were buried long ago.
Ominis is certain he will have the worst summer of his life-Phineas still laughs too loud, smiles too easily, and it makes Ominis want to push him away again... or pull him closer.
But in a world where boys like them are bound by the expectations of their traditional pure-blood families, dreaming is the only way to survive.
Or,
Friends to Enemies to Lovers, but make it a fluffy story about two emotionally wrecked gay wizards from pureblood families sharing kisses and childhood trauma.
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Tags, CW, TW and the Swiftie soundtrack can be found on the "Author's Owl (Pre-reading notes)"
Four years. Four years ago, he left her.
And now he's back, showing up at her bookstore, asking for a second chance. Oh, and for his book to be sold.
Runville is a small town in North Carolina.
A small town where smiles are made and hearts break.
A small town where London and Ronan were each other's whole world. From growing up hating each other to falling in love only to break their hearts and wound up hating each other.
It came down to career against family, love against self-love, and choosing who you love against yourself.
And Ronan chose himself.
And London chose her family. And it tore them apart.
Now, four years later, he's done with college, made a name for himself, and is back in Runville.
History always repeats itself. What goes around comes around. And where you start is where you end. Can Ronan win her back?
They were pieces that fit perfectly together. Only they didn't belong to the same puzzle.
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