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Pandalily, jily, & angst, some of my favorite things🥰

Lily clutched the letter in her hands. Staring hard at the ground, and James could feel his own heart slowing painfully in his chest. Even the space between their shoes on the pavement felt all too vast. James felt his fingers twitch on the curb, so desperate to hold hers. To escape the silence burying them.

“I love her James,” Lily whispered to the ground, her voice shattering with the weight of the confession.

Even with his breath held tight in his chest, and his hands clutching the curb until his knuckles bloomed a ghostly white—still, his heart wasn’t ready for the blow. Like a punch straight to his gut, James felt something inside of him plummet. There was nothing holy enough in the world that could have saved him from how his heart beat until it shattered. He knew she would say it. But he was praying she wouldn’t. That she’d spare him the reality just one last time.

Finally, Lily’s head rises. Her hair slipping off her shoulders, and tears welling up in her eyes. Her gorgeous eyes. She grabs his hand, lets them tremble in each other’s. Lily. His girl. One of the strongest people he knows. One of the brightest lights he’s ever known. So effortlessly she lit James’ entire world up—brought it to life. Even now, James' heart aches at the sight of her tears. She is all he’s known. Her laugh. Her touch. Her kiss. Her honesty. Her heart. The greatest privilege he’s ever had. James could feel the “sorry”s trembling on her lips. But James didn’t want a single one. Lily, the fire in his heart—the fire he has to put to rest. James knows, he knows he has to let her go. He doesn’t have a clue how he’ll survive it. Not a clue where all the love he has for her, piling in his chest and swallowing him whole, will go.

But staring into her eyes now. Buried in tears, full of truth. James knows there is no other way. This is it.

Lily shakes her head, “I love her James. I need you to let me love her.”

Lily Evans. Not his to hold anymore. Not the gentle keeper of his heart anymore. His heart screams in his chest. Begs pathetically to change her mind. To convince her they’re strong enough. To protest and riot. It reaches out and claws at his lungs, hisses and bleeds. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

But James gives a weak nod, his eyes falling to their hands, “Okay.” And he lets go.

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Just a little Jegulus for the heart

"Even with blood drying under his nose and on his bottom lip, his hair a mess, sweat and crimson mixing in drops from his forehead down his face—all Regulus can think is how beautiful this man is.

It vibrates through his body like a sin."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57856558 👀👀👀

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The urge to post another fic 🙂‍↔️

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The Yeah My Boyfriend’s Pretty Cool, But Not As Cool As Me universe has finally come to an end🥲.

I hope you all loved it as much as I did🫶🫶🫶

Enjoy the final chapter!!!

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And what if I said 'Cause I’m A Brooklyn Baby final chapter on Monday?😔🤚

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Me: giggling reading the ao3 comments telling me to come back and publish the final chapter

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Back again

Regulus sighed, placing the photos on floor as he shifted where he sat beside the cardboard box.

Perhaps, if anything, this was the one thing he and Sirius could still agree on now—that even though the stars still shine during the day, it’s simply wasted effort, as they disappear in comparison to the sun. Eternally. Every single time…

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‘Tis the season

When Sirius really looked at his brother then, something tugged so harshly at his heart.

It’s easy to love the moon, Sirius supposes. You could admire its beautiful glow for eternity if you truly wanted to.

but you can’t even try to steal a simple glimpse at the sun before you’re forced to blink, to save yourself from the inevitable blindness, from the cruel torture.

Maybe that in itself is the cruelest torture of all, to fall in love with a star that is just too bright—to fall in love with the sun.

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The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes but make it wolfstar 🫶:

Remus lazily lifted his head with a halfhearted tilt as he acknowledged Sirius, truly, for the first time. “Trying to make a spectacle of me, are you?” Remus chimed lowly as the ladybug continued to crawl up his finger.

Sirius stood still, transfixed by that small little bug before coming back to himself. Trying again Sirius steady himself and cleared his throat before continuing, “Well I just think we would have a better chance if you would just do what I—“

In an instant Remus was up, leaning in so close to the bars that his face was practically touching them. Sirius didn’t even have time to react before Remus gripped the bars harshly. So harshly that Sirius almost thought they might snap. Almost. Something vigorous was blazing in Remus' eyes, “And what makes you think I would do anything for you, Sirius Black?”

Sirius' eyes widened and something simmered in the shallow pit of his stomach. It took him a moment, too long, before Sirius could identify the feeling. Scared.

This mere tribute. Some futile, grimy boy from some sullen district—had scared him. Sirius Black had never been so intimidated in his entire life.

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‘Cause I’m a Brooklyn baby chapter 8 is (finally) out.

lol.

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Do you guys ever think that in some life, James regrets loving Regulus? Because deep down, it slowly killed something inside of him to love someone so cold, and it burned him everyday to keep trying? And it’s just something he’ll never admit, because he doesn’t have the heart to—because he doesn’t want to believe it.

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Sirius and Regulus only knowing how to get their crushes’ attention through arguments because that’s the only way they could get it from their parents. 😬

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“Sirius Black was spotted embracing James Potter at tiny coffee shop, rumor has it an affair is brewing…”

Guess it’s time for that ‘Cause I’m A Brooklyn Baby update huh?

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The mirrorball, that shiny object in the middle of the room—Except why would you stare at it when the party is full of lights, the music perfect, and everything around you is endlessly ecstatic?

The party is just so interesting. Just so full of life. Yet, all the mirrorball can do is try its best for just a simple glance of your attention.

Why would you look at the mirrorball, just reflecting all that energy—all the fun, when you could just look right at it? Why notice the mirrorball at all?

Peter is the mirrorball in the party that is the marauders.

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“—and you don’t trust me anymore! So I’ll have to walk on eggshells forever, because what—you’re scared of me?”

“I trust you with my life, James! It’s your life I don’t trust you with! It’s you I’m scared for…”

Good old jegulus snippet

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James - Barbie

Remus - Monster High (lol)

Sirius - Bratz

(I've lost my mind)

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“The Tattletale has recently announced the shocking news that the beloved star couple, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black have broken up…fans are not happy—”

Just a little ‘Cause I’m a Brooklyn Baby teaser…👀