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Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

1. I like that I can't embarrass myself, like whatever i do, the shit can't get me overthinking ab it.

2. I like the stories I wrote and i really need to get back to it because it makes me feel great.

3. I like that when i get in my head and start overthinking and overanalyzing, i dont take it out on people and fake my feelings.

4. I like how intense i get in different things, example, i HAVE to finish a series once i started, even when people thinks its a weakness

5. I like that i can cut off people who are fake and two faced.

- I love remus and james friendship and when remus finds out james is sirius's bestfriend, and when regulus finds the painting that sirius painted about him in Best Friend's Brother by @bizzarestars

- When regulus sings a shrek song to james infront of everyone in the long game by @lackadaisicallizard

- When peter starts talking about James to Regulus in a very suggestive way, it was amazing i loved it in just lovers (like we're supposed to be) by @bizarrestars

- This whole series, i cant choose any part it was absolutely amazing. In You were my life (but life is far away from fair) by @Nikipa

- another series that was amazing was teach them how to dream by @im_still_trying_to_find_it This series was so cute and i loved when sirius and regulus finally met.

(I am so sorry with the links, it is being an ass and aint it right now, this is the forst time im using links)

There’s been so much hate in the fandom the last few days I figured it’s time to spread some love.

Favourite scenes from fanfics? I’ll go first:

1. Sirius chasing Remus down the streets and them getting back together in A Brief History of Dragons by @eyra (also my ultimate comfort read)

2. Remus caving in to Sirius’ temptations to get a sandwich for a hungry child in The Fall by @euripidestrousers (also some of the hottest smut I’ve read. The altar scene? Zero notes)

3. The first meeting in Winterlude by @otrtbs (also the only fic of theirs I can read without bawling my eyes out. Some of my favourite Regulus characterisation)

No pressure tags: @hoje--aqui @digital-kam @tealeavesandtrash @my-castles-crumbling @a-sunset-outside-my-window @a-pine-cone @lovefromremus

I was once happy today. why WHYYY IS TUMBLR HURTING ME TODAY

Wait - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 16 - 1,443 words - TW: Self-harm

As James peeks into the astronomy tower, he sees Regulus sitting with his back against the cold stone wall, his figure almost swallowed by the shadows of the room. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are dim with sadness as he digs his nails into his left forearm. The tension in his posture is palpable, a coiled spring waiting to snap. When James squints, he’s able to make out the faded outline of the Dark Mark, its sinister presence marred by the fresh cuts and raw skin around it.

“Reg?” James calls out softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, afraid of shattering the fragile moment. He steps fully into the room, his hand trembling slightly as he locks the door behind him, sealing them both in this heavy, suffocating space.

Regulus’ head shoots up, his expression immediately twisting into a sneer, as if the sight of James is both a surprise and an irritation. He stands up quickly, the sudden movement revealing the vulnerability he’s trying so desperately to hide. “You shouldn’t be here, Potter,” he snaps, his voice colder than the stone beneath him.

“Why not?” James questions, his tone gentle as he steps closer, trying to bridge the chasm between them.

“Because I don’t want you here,” Regulus retorts, his voice laced with venom, though his eyes betray the lie in his words.

James winces, the rejection hitting him harder than he’d expected, but he doesn’t stop. He closes the distance between them, his concern outweighing the sting of Regulus’ words. Up close, he can see the tear tracks glistening on Regulus’ cheeks, the red rims of his eyes a stark contrast against his pale skin. James’ gaze drops to Regulus’ forearm, and he gasps quietly when he sees the bloodied skin, the self-inflicted wounds surrounding the Dark Mark like a macabre halo.

Regulus notices James’ attention and scowls, quickly tugging his sleeve down to cover the evidence of his torment. “Does Sirius know?” James presses, his voice soft but insistent, hoping to reach the part of Regulus that still cares, that still longs for connection.

“Why would that matter?” Regulus shoots back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Because he’s your brother, Regulus—” James begins, his tone pleading, desperate to break through the wall Regulus has erected around himself.

“He stopped being my brother when he walked out on me!” Regulus shouts, the words bursting from him like a dam breaking, fresh tears spilling down his face. The raw pain in his voice cuts through James, and he feels his heart clench in sympathy.

James’ heart aches at the sight of Regulus breaking down in front of him, and his voice softens further, almost a whisper. “You know why he did it. You know that he needed to leave or he would be dead.”

“He didn’t need to leave me,” Regulus chokes out, his voice thick with grief and anger, the betrayal still fresh and festering.

James frowns, his expression full of empathy. “You know that he didn’t want to—”

“If you’re just here to apologize on Sirius’ behalf then you can leave,” Regulus snaps, cutting him off, his tone brittle, as if holding onto the anger is the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart.

For a moment, the only sound is James’ heartbeat, pounding in his ears as he struggles to find the right words. “I wanted to ask why you’ve been ignoring me ever since then. It’s been a year, Regulus.”

“And you expect me to get over it?” Regulus’ voice is laced with bitterness, his pain still fresh, still raw.

“No, I just want you to talk to me,” James begs, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “I miss you. I— you don’t understand how worried I was when you stopped owling.” He reaches out a hand, desperate to comfort, but Regulus recoils, pressing himself further against the wall as if trying to disappear into it. His wand flicks up, the tip digging into James’ chest with a trembling hand.

“Leave, James,” Regulus orders, his voice faltering as his resolve begins to crack.

“Regulus—” James tries again, but he’s cut off by the despair in Regulus’ eyes.

“Leave. I want you out of my life,” Regulus insists, though his voice wavers, betraying the truth that he’s not sure he can live with the consequences of his own words.

James lets out a small, pained sound, feeling his heart splinter as he watches the boy he cares about unravel before him. Tears well up in his eyes, but he blinks them back, refusing to let them fall. “Don’t lie to me, Regulus.”

“Go. Now,” Regulus whispers, his body shaking, his entire frame tense as if on the verge of shattering. “Before I do something we’ll both regret.” His voice is barely audible now, a broken whisper lost in the vast emptiness of the tower.

James stares at Regulus, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation, any crack in the mask of anger and despair. But all he sees is a storm of emotions, swirling just beneath the surface, threatening to consume them both. The tip of Regulus’ wand presses harder against his chest, a silent plea for him to go, to stop pushing, to leave before something irreversible happens.

A heavy silence hangs between them, broken only by the sound of their uneven breathing. James swallows hard, feeling the sharp sting of rejection cut deeper than he ever imagined it could. His hand, which had been hovering in the air, slowly falls back to his side, fingers curling into a tight fist as if trying to grasp onto something solid, something real, but finding nothing but the cold emptiness of the moment.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, each word a struggle. He takes a step back, the distance between them growing like a chasm, impossible to bridge. His heart feels heavy, weighed down by the unbearable sadness of leaving Regulus like this, of walking away when every instinct screams at him to stay, to fight for the boy who clearly needs someone, even if he can’t admit it.

James turns slowly, his back now to Regulus, each step feeling like he’s walking through thick mud, his feet dragging as if they’re reluctant to carry him away. After he unlocks the door, his hand lingers on the doorknob for just a moment, his chest tightening as he hears the faint sound of Regulus’ breath hitch, a tiny, almost imperceptible crack in his resolve.

With a deep breath, James forces himself to twist the doorknob and pull the door open. The cool air of the corridor rushes in, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the tower. He steps out, the door closing behind him with a soft click that echoes in the silence, a finality that sends a sharp pang through his chest.

As he walks away, each step echoing in the empty hallway, James feels like he’s leaving a part of himself behind. The pain in his chest grows with each passing second, a dull ache that refuses to subside. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, all of them centered on Regulus—his tear-streaked face, the blood on his forearm, the fear and anger in his eyes. The image is seared into his memory, impossible to shake.

By the time he reaches the end of the corridor, James’ eyes are stinging with unshed tears. He stops, leaning against the wall for support, his breath coming in shaky gasps. He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to push back the tears, but it’s a losing battle. A choked sob escapes his throat, the sound reverberating through the empty space around him.

James’ mind races, filled with questions that have no answers. Could he have done more? Should he have stayed, fought harder, refused to leave no matter what Regulus said? The uncertainty gnaws at him, the guilt weighing heavy on his heart.

He wanted to help, to be there for Regulus in a way no one else could, but now he’s left wondering if he’s only made things worse, if walking away was the final nail in the coffin of whatever fragile bond they had left.

Feeling utterly defeated, James wipes at his eyes, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But the emptiness inside him is overwhelming, a hollow ache that refuses to be filled. As he forces himself to continue down the hallway, he knows that this moment will haunt him, that the pain of leaving Regulus behind will linger long after the tears have dried.

Their fates have been set in stone.

I feel like if sirius was voldy, he would be obsessed with remus who has to save the world, and instead of being fucking stupid hes a werewolf who doesnt believe in love.

I put similar polls for the Golden Trio era and the Cursed Child/Next Gen era. Next week, I'll make a poll from the winners to find out the ultimate character with dark lord potential.

jegulus vibes.

FRIENDS (1994-2004) 4.10 The One with the Girl from Poughkeepsie

wolfstar poem

My heart aches in agony

My eyes yearn for his light

My ears seek for his laughter

The star dims

For my soul has no other

And our bond is forever broken

Regulus seethed, marching up to James.

Nose touching nose.

"What do you want!?" Regulus whispered angrily.

James froze, one thought in his mind.

You

You

You

Nothing, just you

Take everything from me. My money. My family. My dignity.

All I want is you.

James opened his mouth, breathing heavily and said, "I-"

Sirius strolled in.

Remus : Dance with me?

Sirius : You don't dance.

Remus : For you, I'd do anything.

Reblog this with a Wolfstar fic rec that is (a) not written by you and (b) under 300 kudos.

I'll go first...

list 5 things that make you happy, then send this to the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers! <3

1. Swimming

2. Reading

3. Cats

4. Croissants

5. Binge watching any series

Week 9

here we are, again by @dykefever

Rated E. 62k. Wolfstar

James and Regulus are getting married. Sirius and Remus haven't seen each other in six years.

Flight 143 by thebiinbitch

Not Rated. 76k. Wolfstar

They met when they were eleven. They fell in love when they were thirteen. When they are twenty-five, they meet again after half a decade. The only thing is — they'll have to sit together throughout an entire flight.

Impossible Things by accioromulus

Rated E. 14k. Wolfstar

It was an impossible thing, living with Remus Lupin--but Sirius was doing it anyway.

Rekindle by @tracingpatternswrites

Rated T. 6k. Wolfstar

Things are tense between Sirius and Remus when they are pushed together in the derelict cottage that Remus calls home, waiting for Dumbledore's orders. So much is left unsaid, so many questions need answers.

Remus shares a small part of himself and opens a door to what he was doing during the years that Sirius spent locked up in Azkaban.

Sirius throws his head laughing, his smile stretching all over his face.

Remus couldn't look away.

Sirius glances at him with a questioning look is his eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that".

"You make it hard not to"

Sirius dies.

I’ve been reading so much angst please someone send me pure fucking fluff (wolfstar jegulus rosekiller jegulily jily at this point). I’ll take anything.

James : You like his voice??

Sirius : I like his everything.

Sirius "you love me?" Black

Remus "I'd be insane not to" Lupin

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god