"You look like a painting, Reg," whispered James, genuine adoration plastered in every inch of his face.
"Is that a good thing?" Regulus knitted his eyebrows together, a subtle smile curling his lips.
"Definitely."
A romance hidden under the horrors of the war, where kids fought with more pride than adults, where they didn't lose faith even when everything seemed lost.
This story takes place in Hogwarts' 7th year. Regulus is Sirius' younger brother, exactly one year behind them, James couldn't expect that an innocent talk in the astronomy tower would lead to fall for him hopelessly, and neither did the young Black.
But love doesn't stop time, nor does it save people. It's like a beautiful scarlet rose, as its petals fall, it dies. When that letter found its way to my hands, the music died.
Cover art by greenlights33 on Instagram, one of favorite artists.
Sirius leaves the black mansion during the night. How does Regulus cope with being abandoned by his brother he is now forbidden to see?
~I don't own anything from the Harry Potter universe. This is just fanfiction to fuel our wolfstar and jegulus hearts.~
Trigger warnings: smut, self harm, hate speech and violence.