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For Me and My Life #1
Ogni Parte È Viva
During the summer of 1979, Regulus Black lives with his uncle, Alphard, and other Black family pariahs in the outskirts of Trieste, Italy.
When his older brother Sirius, who’s been studying abroad in America, returns for summer break with his university friends, the last thing Regulus expected was to be swept up in a furtive romance with his brother’s new best friend.
(Fuck JKR)
When his older brother Sirius, who’s been studying abroad in America, returns for summer break with his university friends, the last thing Regulus expected was to be swept up in a furtive romance with his brother’s new best friend.
(Fuck JKR)
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460 pages, ebook
Published January 26, 2023
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July 16, 2023
Can you guys see this weirdly shaped red thing lying on the ground over there? Yeah, that's my heart having been broken and ripped out and is now left bleeding and in pieces.
May 20, 2023
“You are…”
You are the worst.
You are all the best parts of me.
You are all I could have.
You are all I need.”
“And you won’t let the walls get me?” whispers Regulus, closing his eyes again before he can see them reaching out to grab him.
James places a kiss on his temple.
“I promise.”
I loved this so much omg. Call me by your name inspired jegulus with background wolfstar? So top tier. I need more summery FIC recs immediately. The ending hurt my soul. I had a sliver of hope that the ending wouldn’t be like cmbyn and they could be together but NO😭
Regulus was so me it literally hurt so bad. I loved Alphard and Pandora in this fic, they were so supportive and loving to regulus like my heartttt. James was everything as always.
One of my new faves :)
You are the worst.
You are all the best parts of me.
You are all I could have.
You are all I need.”
“And you won’t let the walls get me?” whispers Regulus, closing his eyes again before he can see them reaching out to grab him.
James places a kiss on his temple.
“I promise.”
I loved this so much omg. Call me by your name inspired jegulus with background wolfstar? So top tier. I need more summery FIC recs immediately. The ending hurt my soul. I had a sliver of hope that the ending wouldn’t be like cmbyn and they could be together but NO😭
Regulus was so me it literally hurt so bad. I loved Alphard and Pandora in this fic, they were so supportive and loving to regulus like my heartttt. James was everything as always.
One of my new faves :)
March 6, 2023
Porca puttana.
April 26, 2025
3.25🌟
I’m genuinely astounded by how fanfic writers can make a ship tragic in every lifetime, in every alternate universe — especially when it comes to Jegulus.
First of all, the whole vibe of this book felt exactly like Long Sleeves by Gracie Abrams. The way Regulus wasn’t ready for a relationship with James, even though he was completely in love, and how he struggled to communicate it — while James was hurt but still had faith in him — it really felt like a long time coming.
The writing was beautiful. The way the author captured so much love and pain made me care even more about these characters. It honestly confirmed my belief that Jegulus is pure poetry in their suffering.
I loved seeing how James cared for Regulus during his panic attacks, and how he paid attention to Regulus’ love for books and music. Those little details were really touching.
However, there were a few things I felt were missing compared to other fanfics I’ve read. The dynamic between the Marauders — especially the bond between James, Sirius, and Remus — wasn’t really there, and that’s something I personally love in fics. Peter, I don’t really care about, but I do wish Remus had more presence; he barely had any lines. But of course, this is a Jegulus-focused story, so it makes sense.
Also, the buildup felt a little lacking for me. It missed some of the tension I usually look for. While the story was deeply beautiful and well-written, I never really felt the pull to start the next chapter immediately. I won’t be reading the sequel, just because it’s not completely my cup of tea.
Still, I’m really glad I read it, especially to reconnect with my favorite characters — and with Regulus, who I resonate with on such a deep level.
quotes/because the writing was magical :
Regulus wants to be loved, but not in any way that matters. Not in any way that could hurt him.
People tell me love shouldn’t hurt, but for me there’s no other way for it to be proven. I don't believe love to be true if it doesn’t leave me bloodied and wishing I were dead.
Sometimes, Regulus risks a glance at James. He admires him in small doses, never lingering his eyes on him for too long in fear of being caught.
Oftentimes when Regulus looks at him, James is already watching him. James never looks away when he’s caught. A brazen-faced man. Every action is deliberate, confident, carried out with care in a way Regulus doesn’t know how to return.
He reaches out and takes James’s hand into his, merely holding it as if it could break from his gentle touch. It’s innocent. Regulus has never held innocence in his hands. All his hands know are violence. A lovely violence that leaves him bloodied, a fucked-up violence that makes him wish he were dead.
This isn’t that.
“If love is hell, I'd burn for eternity.” Sirius says with a smirk and a laugh. Regulus grins with the shake of his head.
The most tragic part is, Regulus feels like he’s burning too. He’s burning, and it hurts, but he’s allowing it. Regulus may just let himself burn for an eternity, too.
Regulus will bleed him dry, and James would spill red onto the floor beneath them with a smile.
James gives him a smile. A small, faint smile that tries its best to mend whatever’s broken, but Regulus’s edges are too sharp. Trying to fix him will only end in broken skin and bloodshed, but Regulus likes the comfort of someone trying, no matter how futile their attempts will be in the end.
He wraps his arms around James, pressing their bodies so impossibly close that it feels like he might be able to crawl right inside James’s bones. If he could, Regulus wonders what he’d find. Love, perhaps. Or at the very least fondness.
Regulus stifles a laugh and wraps his arms around James’s waist, resting his chin up on his stomach to look It feels a lot like begging a divine being for forgiveness for a sin he hasn’t committed yet.
[…] and God, his heart of gold can be so heavy. Regulus can’t carry it for long.
He doesn’t move any other part of him. Regulus never wants to part from James ever again. If he could, Regulus would fade into him. Share the same mind, body and soul.
James looks tired, but he also looks happy enough for Regulus’s heart to feel a stab of pain. Nothing this perfect can be real, and nothing this perfect could last even if it was.
Regulus doesn’t want to be dreaming, because all dreams turn into nightmares, and his nightmares are always forgotten. He doesn’t want to forget this.
The early morning light from the windows is pouring in, hitting James’s brown skin and making his eyes look as if they’re liquid gold.
If Regulus were waking up to this exact sight, he’d undoubtedly believe he was in the afterlife.
When James’s eyes are on him, they truly see him. His eyes see everything, even the things Regulus tries so hard to hide. With just a look, James can crack open his skull and dig out the innermost parts of him; not only that, but he could find the beauty in those blood-covered parts.
“If we were Romans, I would have been with you out of love.”
“Well, if you don’t have faith in yourself, then I’ll have enough for the both of us.”
Instead, he says, “You’re glowing.”
“I’m glowing?”
“I wish you could see it,” he tells him, thumb dragging over James’s mouth. He then whispers so quietly, “‘For He will give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.’”
In ways that don’t make sense, James doesn’t feel like a presence for Regulus to perform for, to conform to. James is near, and it feels as natural as being alone.
“Because the walls want to absorb me and keep me trapped inside them for eternity,” Regulus mutters, letting his eyes fall shut again as the bed dips beside him. He can feel James’s body heat beside him, grounding him.
“I won’t let the walls absorb you.”
A lopsided grin tugs at his lips. “That’s what I was saying to me.”
He hears James laugh quietly, stillness following. Regulus thinks he can feel the world shifting around him, trying to make him open his eyes and watch as he’s devoured by it.
Regulus swears he can physically feel his soul stepping right out of his body and fading into James’s.
At this point, Regulus believes the thought of James Potter will be the last part of him to die.
His soul cries in relief, already making space for James inside it all over again.
James’s arms around him quiet the doubts in his mind, the voices that scream and bleed in his ears. At his touch, the war that’s been raging inside Regulus’s skull for years reaches a ceasefire, even if for a moment.
James really is beautiful. The more Regulus breaks him open, gets his hands on the cruor and gore inside him, the more beauty he uncovers. No matter how broken, no matter how brutal, Regulus will only find more and more things to adore.
You are the worst.
You are all the best parts of me.
You are all I could have.
You are all I need.
“If you’re not human, then what are you?”
“A ghost,” is the first thing Regulus can think to say. It feels right.
“A ghost?”
“I’m good at haunting houses, particularly this one, but I’m sure my old house in France is feeling pretty haunted by the memory of me as well.”
“I’d let you haunt me.”
He thought James was a streak, but James is a stain that’s left his color permanently changed.
Or perhaps Regulus will always view James in some kind of light. Even in the dark, he’d probably think James is bright. It’s as if he’s Regulus’s own personal sun, at least for a little while.
People describe love as a completion of the heart, but the more Regulus feels for James, the more he feels that his heart is actually collapsing and turning into a black hole. It will destroy him from the inside, and it won’t stop. When there’s nothing left for it to devour, it will never stop.
“You know, I’m never really alone. I always have people around me, but I think you’re my favorite person.”
“I’m always alone, and I like it that way, but…” Regulus tears his eyes away from himself and finds James again, as he fears he always will, “I like being around you more than being alone. I think you’re my favorite person, too.”
Regulus could never truly hate her. He doesn’t think his heart is capable of such a thing.
Pandora and Regs friendship >>>
“See, that’s how we differ,” proclaims Regulus, fingers absently playing with the curly hair at the nape of James’s neck. “You hate people only when they give you a reason to. I hate people until they give me a reason not to. Hate is my default.”
“If hatred became a sentient being, that’d be me. I’m sentient hatred.”
“You’re so lovely,” he says once again, as if he truly believes it. Regulus doesn’t doubt that he might.
“Lovers, if they knew how, might utter strange things in night air. Since it seems everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses, we live in, still stand. Only we pass everything by, like an exchange of air. And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Second Elegy (from The Duino Elegies)
Regulus wishes he could do that himself, every once in a while— distance him and his heart. Just reach in between his bones and tear it right out, letting the open cavity bleed and his heart bleed too, but bleed elsewhere. Bleed away from him. Bleed out everything that’s wrong before he puts it back inside, like that would fix anything.
Regulus likes to be a third party, watching people live and talk and love from a distance. He finds comfort in blending into the background.
“‘Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign? Look, it happens to me, that at times my hands become aware of each other, or that my worn face hides itself in them. That gives me a slight sensation. But who would dare to exist only for that?’”
“‘You, though, who grow in the other’s delight until, overwhelmed, they beg: ‘No more’ -: you, who under your hands grow richer like vintage years of the vine: who sometimes vanish, because the other has so gained the ascendancy: I ask you of us. I know you touch so blissfully because the caress withholds, because the place you cover so tenderly does not disappear: because beneath it you feel pure duration. So that you promise eternity almost, from the embrace
James is now less than a step away, breaking through personal space as if it’s nothing. As if the walls Regulus has been building for years are nothing but a step to let him in further.
When Regulus looks up at him, he knows it’s in a way that can only be deciphered as admiration. He lets James walk right through his walls.
And yet, when you’ve endured the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows, and the first walk together, just once, through the garden: Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip.’” James puts the pamphlet down to meet Regulus’s gaze. “‘O, how strangely the drinker then escapes from their action.’”
Sometimes Regulus fears that silence is the wrong option, but not with James. He can be silent when he’s with him, and James will still be there.
“I’m just thinking of you,” Regulus quietly confesses, keeping James’s hand near, lips still brushing against his skin as if he could slip away at any given time. “I like thinking of you.”
Even when it hurts, he doesn’t confess aloud. Especially when it hurts.
Barriers never meant anything to either of them, language or physical or imagined, so Regulus isn’t surprised when James leans down to kiss him as if he read his mind. As if he understood every way in which Regulus can speak and be spoken to.
“No one wins when it comes to me,” Regulus says as his hand moves to rest beside James’s head, leaning down so they’re breathing the same air, “but you’re one of the few I’ll let try.”
Regulus melts into the kiss, sinking lower and lower into James. He wonders if he’d be able to see the surface if he tried.
The only way he can get people out of his life is when they hate him, when he pushes so hard that they finally hit the ground and end up bleeding. If James won’t hit the ground, but still bleeds anyway, how is Regulus supposed to let him go?
Hate me for anything. I know what to do with it. Hate me, please.
Regulus lets his feet be lead in circles around James, becoming nothing more than an orbiting extension of his lover. The sun and one of its many hopeful planets.
James groans against his mouth makes Regulus feel like he’s won another year of life. He could become eternal, if only he keeps getting those lewd sounds of out James.
Freethinkers, Alphard had said once. I raise freethinkers. Maybe Sirius can think freely, and maybe Andromeda and Alphard too, but there’s nothing free about the thoughts in Regulus’s head.
Regulus sneaks glances when James isn’t looking, and James does the same— it makes Regulus feel less crazy knowing that James needs to see him too.
They are like boats, Regulus realizes as he can’t feel the ground. They have been vessels since the beginning. In other waters their ships were armed and destroyed each other from the outside in, and in the next they never crossed, and here they’re two boats on the ocean that met briefly, but the waves carry them elsewhere.
Regulus closes his eyes and he feels the warmth of fire on his skin, and though the winter is real and biting, he’s still laying in the grass by the riverbank. James is at his side in the heart of summer. It never stopped beating.
When he closes his eyes, every part is alive.
I’m genuinely astounded by how fanfic writers can make a ship tragic in every lifetime, in every alternate universe — especially when it comes to Jegulus.
First of all, the whole vibe of this book felt exactly like Long Sleeves by Gracie Abrams. The way Regulus wasn’t ready for a relationship with James, even though he was completely in love, and how he struggled to communicate it — while James was hurt but still had faith in him — it really felt like a long time coming.
The writing was beautiful. The way the author captured so much love and pain made me care even more about these characters. It honestly confirmed my belief that Jegulus is pure poetry in their suffering.
I loved seeing how James cared for Regulus during his panic attacks, and how he paid attention to Regulus’ love for books and music. Those little details were really touching.
However, there were a few things I felt were missing compared to other fanfics I’ve read. The dynamic between the Marauders — especially the bond between James, Sirius, and Remus — wasn’t really there, and that’s something I personally love in fics. Peter, I don’t really care about, but I do wish Remus had more presence; he barely had any lines. But of course, this is a Jegulus-focused story, so it makes sense.
Also, the buildup felt a little lacking for me. It missed some of the tension I usually look for. While the story was deeply beautiful and well-written, I never really felt the pull to start the next chapter immediately. I won’t be reading the sequel, just because it’s not completely my cup of tea.
Still, I’m really glad I read it, especially to reconnect with my favorite characters — and with Regulus, who I resonate with on such a deep level.
quotes/because the writing was magical :
Regulus wants to be loved, but not in any way that matters. Not in any way that could hurt him.
People tell me love shouldn’t hurt, but for me there’s no other way for it to be proven. I don't believe love to be true if it doesn’t leave me bloodied and wishing I were dead.
Sometimes, Regulus risks a glance at James. He admires him in small doses, never lingering his eyes on him for too long in fear of being caught.
Oftentimes when Regulus looks at him, James is already watching him. James never looks away when he’s caught. A brazen-faced man. Every action is deliberate, confident, carried out with care in a way Regulus doesn’t know how to return.
He reaches out and takes James’s hand into his, merely holding it as if it could break from his gentle touch. It’s innocent. Regulus has never held innocence in his hands. All his hands know are violence. A lovely violence that leaves him bloodied, a fucked-up violence that makes him wish he were dead.
This isn’t that.
“If love is hell, I'd burn for eternity.” Sirius says with a smirk and a laugh. Regulus grins with the shake of his head.
The most tragic part is, Regulus feels like he’s burning too. He’s burning, and it hurts, but he’s allowing it. Regulus may just let himself burn for an eternity, too.
Regulus will bleed him dry, and James would spill red onto the floor beneath them with a smile.
James gives him a smile. A small, faint smile that tries its best to mend whatever’s broken, but Regulus’s edges are too sharp. Trying to fix him will only end in broken skin and bloodshed, but Regulus likes the comfort of someone trying, no matter how futile their attempts will be in the end.
He wraps his arms around James, pressing their bodies so impossibly close that it feels like he might be able to crawl right inside James’s bones. If he could, Regulus wonders what he’d find. Love, perhaps. Or at the very least fondness.
Regulus stifles a laugh and wraps his arms around James’s waist, resting his chin up on his stomach to look It feels a lot like begging a divine being for forgiveness for a sin he hasn’t committed yet.
[…] and God, his heart of gold can be so heavy. Regulus can’t carry it for long.
He doesn’t move any other part of him. Regulus never wants to part from James ever again. If he could, Regulus would fade into him. Share the same mind, body and soul.
James looks tired, but he also looks happy enough for Regulus’s heart to feel a stab of pain. Nothing this perfect can be real, and nothing this perfect could last even if it was.
Regulus doesn’t want to be dreaming, because all dreams turn into nightmares, and his nightmares are always forgotten. He doesn’t want to forget this.
The early morning light from the windows is pouring in, hitting James’s brown skin and making his eyes look as if they’re liquid gold.
If Regulus were waking up to this exact sight, he’d undoubtedly believe he was in the afterlife.
When James’s eyes are on him, they truly see him. His eyes see everything, even the things Regulus tries so hard to hide. With just a look, James can crack open his skull and dig out the innermost parts of him; not only that, but he could find the beauty in those blood-covered parts.
“If we were Romans, I would have been with you out of love.”
“Well, if you don’t have faith in yourself, then I’ll have enough for the both of us.”
Instead, he says, “You’re glowing.”
“I’m glowing?”
“I wish you could see it,” he tells him, thumb dragging over James’s mouth. He then whispers so quietly, “‘For He will give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.’”
In ways that don’t make sense, James doesn’t feel like a presence for Regulus to perform for, to conform to. James is near, and it feels as natural as being alone.
“Because the walls want to absorb me and keep me trapped inside them for eternity,” Regulus mutters, letting his eyes fall shut again as the bed dips beside him. He can feel James’s body heat beside him, grounding him.
“I won’t let the walls absorb you.”
A lopsided grin tugs at his lips. “That’s what I was saying to me.”
He hears James laugh quietly, stillness following. Regulus thinks he can feel the world shifting around him, trying to make him open his eyes and watch as he’s devoured by it.
Regulus swears he can physically feel his soul stepping right out of his body and fading into James’s.
At this point, Regulus believes the thought of James Potter will be the last part of him to die.
His soul cries in relief, already making space for James inside it all over again.
James’s arms around him quiet the doubts in his mind, the voices that scream and bleed in his ears. At his touch, the war that’s been raging inside Regulus’s skull for years reaches a ceasefire, even if for a moment.
James really is beautiful. The more Regulus breaks him open, gets his hands on the cruor and gore inside him, the more beauty he uncovers. No matter how broken, no matter how brutal, Regulus will only find more and more things to adore.
You are the worst.
You are all the best parts of me.
You are all I could have.
You are all I need.
“If you’re not human, then what are you?”
“A ghost,” is the first thing Regulus can think to say. It feels right.
“A ghost?”
“I’m good at haunting houses, particularly this one, but I’m sure my old house in France is feeling pretty haunted by the memory of me as well.”
“I’d let you haunt me.”
He thought James was a streak, but James is a stain that’s left his color permanently changed.
Or perhaps Regulus will always view James in some kind of light. Even in the dark, he’d probably think James is bright. It’s as if he’s Regulus’s own personal sun, at least for a little while.
People describe love as a completion of the heart, but the more Regulus feels for James, the more he feels that his heart is actually collapsing and turning into a black hole. It will destroy him from the inside, and it won’t stop. When there’s nothing left for it to devour, it will never stop.
“You know, I’m never really alone. I always have people around me, but I think you’re my favorite person.”
“I’m always alone, and I like it that way, but…” Regulus tears his eyes away from himself and finds James again, as he fears he always will, “I like being around you more than being alone. I think you’re my favorite person, too.”
Regulus could never truly hate her. He doesn’t think his heart is capable of such a thing.
Pandora and Regs friendship >>>
“See, that’s how we differ,” proclaims Regulus, fingers absently playing with the curly hair at the nape of James’s neck. “You hate people only when they give you a reason to. I hate people until they give me a reason not to. Hate is my default.”
“If hatred became a sentient being, that’d be me. I’m sentient hatred.”
“You’re so lovely,” he says once again, as if he truly believes it. Regulus doesn’t doubt that he might.
“Lovers, if they knew how, might utter strange things in night air. Since it seems everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses, we live in, still stand. Only we pass everything by, like an exchange of air. And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Second Elegy (from The Duino Elegies)
Regulus wishes he could do that himself, every once in a while— distance him and his heart. Just reach in between his bones and tear it right out, letting the open cavity bleed and his heart bleed too, but bleed elsewhere. Bleed away from him. Bleed out everything that’s wrong before he puts it back inside, like that would fix anything.
Regulus likes to be a third party, watching people live and talk and love from a distance. He finds comfort in blending into the background.
“‘Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign? Look, it happens to me, that at times my hands become aware of each other, or that my worn face hides itself in them. That gives me a slight sensation. But who would dare to exist only for that?’”
“‘You, though, who grow in the other’s delight until, overwhelmed, they beg: ‘No more’ -: you, who under your hands grow richer like vintage years of the vine: who sometimes vanish, because the other has so gained the ascendancy: I ask you of us. I know you touch so blissfully because the caress withholds, because the place you cover so tenderly does not disappear: because beneath it you feel pure duration. So that you promise eternity almost, from the embrace
James is now less than a step away, breaking through personal space as if it’s nothing. As if the walls Regulus has been building for years are nothing but a step to let him in further.
When Regulus looks up at him, he knows it’s in a way that can only be deciphered as admiration. He lets James walk right through his walls.
And yet, when you’ve endured the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows, and the first walk together, just once, through the garden: Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip.’” James puts the pamphlet down to meet Regulus’s gaze. “‘O, how strangely the drinker then escapes from their action.’”
Sometimes Regulus fears that silence is the wrong option, but not with James. He can be silent when he’s with him, and James will still be there.
“I’m just thinking of you,” Regulus quietly confesses, keeping James’s hand near, lips still brushing against his skin as if he could slip away at any given time. “I like thinking of you.”
Even when it hurts, he doesn’t confess aloud. Especially when it hurts.
Barriers never meant anything to either of them, language or physical or imagined, so Regulus isn’t surprised when James leans down to kiss him as if he read his mind. As if he understood every way in which Regulus can speak and be spoken to.
“No one wins when it comes to me,” Regulus says as his hand moves to rest beside James’s head, leaning down so they’re breathing the same air, “but you’re one of the few I’ll let try.”
Regulus melts into the kiss, sinking lower and lower into James. He wonders if he’d be able to see the surface if he tried.
The only way he can get people out of his life is when they hate him, when he pushes so hard that they finally hit the ground and end up bleeding. If James won’t hit the ground, but still bleeds anyway, how is Regulus supposed to let him go?
Hate me for anything. I know what to do with it. Hate me, please.
Regulus lets his feet be lead in circles around James, becoming nothing more than an orbiting extension of his lover. The sun and one of its many hopeful planets.
James groans against his mouth makes Regulus feel like he’s won another year of life. He could become eternal, if only he keeps getting those lewd sounds of out James.
Freethinkers, Alphard had said once. I raise freethinkers. Maybe Sirius can think freely, and maybe Andromeda and Alphard too, but there’s nothing free about the thoughts in Regulus’s head.
Regulus sneaks glances when James isn’t looking, and James does the same— it makes Regulus feel less crazy knowing that James needs to see him too.
They are like boats, Regulus realizes as he can’t feel the ground. They have been vessels since the beginning. In other waters their ships were armed and destroyed each other from the outside in, and in the next they never crossed, and here they’re two boats on the ocean that met briefly, but the waves carry them elsewhere.
Regulus closes his eyes and he feels the warmth of fire on his skin, and though the winter is real and biting, he’s still laying in the grass by the riverbank. James is at his side in the heart of summer. It never stopped beating.
When he closes his eyes, every part is alive.
March 25, 2024
4.5 stars
You'd think I'd be better at dealing with the emotional turmoil that comes with this fandom by now. Nope. My heart is ripping after finishing this.
But got to say, this was written so so beautifully, almost like poetry, & I fell right into this world. love love love.
You'd think I'd be better at dealing with the emotional turmoil that comes with this fandom by now. Nope. My heart is ripping after finishing this.
But got to say, this was written so so beautifully, almost like poetry, & I fell right into this world. love love love.
May 8, 2025
Este es mí fanfic favorito de Starchaser. Lo amo demasiado. Necesita más reconocimiento. Me encanta cómo esta escrito y amo q los fanfic s tengan referencias a la literatura, arte y música. Expande mi mente
August 28, 2023
don’t think i’ve ever got this pulled into a story before. made me want to exist within the spaces between every word. in an ideal world, this is where i live.
September 5, 2023
én ezt nem
October 10, 2023
Pain, i am suffering emotional pain.
I want to strangle James and cry over the ending.
I want to strangle James and cry over the ending.
July 1, 2024
did i already know how this was going to end because i’ve seen the movie ? yes. was it painful anyway ? also yes.
August 29, 2024
1 Punkt Abzug weils viel zu traurig am Ende war😔💔
May 17, 2025
very much not a beach read. cried on beach.
June 16, 2025
Only bad part about this was the Google translated Italian, but maybe I'm being too judgemental
September 4, 2025
Sooooo upset with this ending and the sequel hasn’t been updated since LAST APRIL😭😭😭
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