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Stages of my Nine Lives

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[ncoincidences]

two hearts in one home

Jily Week Day 2: Superheroes AU Summary: Superhero partners by night, lovers all day. But lately, they haven’t been able to see each other as frequently as they’d like… @thegobletofweasleys

James was accelerating across the sky when a sudden shout filled his ears, "To your right! Your right, James!"

He turned. A hoard of bots swarmed towards him. He dipped down to avoid their shots, rpse up again and swerved left and right, but they weren't easy to get rid of.

Lily's voice filled his ears again. "I'm up on Hogsmeade tower. How about you head down towards Cecilia and I'll aim at the bots."

"On it."

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[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader / Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: Nothing is as it seems.

Prompt: "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?"

Warnings: crossover au, death, pietro, reader, and james are all sixteen, ending is very much up to interpretation (open-ended lol), confusing on purpose 😉

~ @simp-for-fictional-people this is SO niche and so different then anything I usually write! i hope this is what you wanted, lovie!! ~

ps: while i personally fan-cast James as Aaron Taylor-Johnson in my head and use him for headers, i try and write his physical descriptions more ambiguously in my other james works because i know there are plenty of other amazing James fan-casts (including poc!james, which i really love)! however, for this story's purposes, he's supposed to look like pietro 😁 ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

Dead.

The word rings in your ears but you don't register it. You slide through the rubble, knees scraping the pavement to reach him. Alive? You hope as you see a glimmer of those blue eyes you love so much behind the strands of silver. You whisper his name, the letters feeling wrong on your tongue as you kneel beside him. 

You see the blood seeping through his costume and your heart sinks. Dead. Dead. Dead. It's a taunting chant as you push him up to lean his head on your knees, pushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyes, which are staring at you but there's no life behind them anymore. 

"No," your voice is shaky as you clutch him, your skin vibrating as your vision blurs. "No. No. No. No," you chant to counter the voice in your head. You bend over and kiss his forehead. No response. You try his cheek as tears stream down your cheeks. "Pietro," you plead, "wake up."

Anger courses your veins as his blood stains your hands. Your head is pounding so loudly you can barely think. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The team calls your name. You feel like the world around you is spinning as you feel your powers acting up as you hold him closer to you, crushing his face into your chest as you sob. You feel hot and misplaced as your head is throbbing. 

Your name is screamed again but this time, you can't even see them as a blinding green light surrounds you, catching the gimmer on your wrist—the small silver bracelet Pietro had given you for your sixteenth birthday—and you fall unconscious. Your head hits the pavement, making everything turn dark. 

His hand touches yours, the background blurry. He looks like a carefree kid again, those rosy cheeks so full of life and future. "Y/n/n, wake up," Pietro whispers, grinning as you stare into his blue eyes. "Wake up now."

You startle awake, sitting up as your chest heaves. You blink, dried tears still on your cheeks. You glance around the room, it looks ancient. You're dressed in clothes you don't immediately recognize as your head continues to throb.

From your bedside, a boy jumps up. He's wearing the same clothes, only his with red accents as opposed to your green ones. His dark hair is curled messily across his features and his glasses rest lopsided on his head. "Thank Merlin!" he exclaims, his British accent thick as he rushes up to you and leans over you, smiling. "Are you okay?"

You blink, looking at his features intensely. His smile, the way his nose curves, the swoop of his hair. His eyes. 

The same ones flash in your head. 

"You look familiar," you whisper, tilting your head with confusion, "Where do I know you from."

The boy laughs. "Y/n/n, it's me. It's James."

James? James? James? For some reason the name sticks on your tongue. You look at him as your memories rush back. James. Pietro? James. 

"Jamie, right," you shake your head, touching your scalp and frowning. "Shit, what happened?"

"You fell and hit your head pretty damn hard, love," James kisses your forehead tenderly. "Madam Pomfrey says you have a small concussion," he smiles and again you have a weird sense of déja-vu.

"I had the weirdest dream," you tell him and look down at your hands, almost expecting to see the green light from around them. Your frown deepens when you see the silver bracelet from your dream. You hold your wrist up. 

"James? Where did this come from?"

James looks at the bracelet and shrugs. "Why're you asking me? It's yours." 

You turn the bracelet around, frowning again as you see a hint of two small initials engraved onto the metal.

P.M

[loveyouprongs]

hope we grow old, but we never grow up

james potter x fem!reader

upcoming content: fluff! mentions of reader being anxious in crowds, mentions of just having had sex but not smut, mentions of alcohol. lmk if you think i missed anything :)

authors note: i hope you like this! i’m still new to writing, so i tried my best! inspired by one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists: never grow up by niall horan!🎶 despite any photos used in the header, it’s important that people of all races can identify with my work so please let me know if any of the descriptive language i use is exclusionary, i’m trying my best!

word count: 2.8k

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“I hope we still dance like we're fallin' in love, Hope we still drink like we're back in the pub”

the noise inside the pub was so loud you could feel the floor shake beneath your feet, or maybe it was just your brain making it up. you were getting jostled and a man elbowed your shoulder, causing the cranberry juice in your cup to slosh over the edge. a sharp gasp escaped your lips that you were sure would get lost in the rowdy atmosphere but james quickly snapped his head to look back at you, eyes trailing down to the red liquid dripping down your hand.

“y’alright, sweetness?” big, brown eyes peering at you as the hustle and bustle of the crowd moved on around you both.

“i’m good,” you said back softly, squeezing his hand that had been tightly grasped in yours since the moment you both walked in. today was the final match of the rugby championship and everyone in town was together to watch in anticipation… and drink, no matter the outcome. james had sweetly invited you out with his friends a few nights ago and you of course said yes. the two of you had begun dating a few weeks ago, and you were eager to learn everything about him and spend as much time as possible with him, even if it meant trudging through sweaty, drunk bodies, resisting the urge to cover your ears.

“sirius got here early so he got a table for us already, we’re almost there,” james assured, squeezing your hand back. as you neared the large booth tucked away in the corner, the weight in your chest lifted at the sight of remus rolling his eyes at whatever sirius was saying, waving his hands expressively.

“they’re here! finally!” marlene squeaked and everyone’s eyes turned towards the two of you and they started making room for you both in the booth. you couldn’t stop the tingly feeling in your chest at how easily they accepted you in their tight-knit group.

“mate, where the fuck have you been?’ sirius exclaimed, slapping a hand on james back.

“if you couldn’t tell, he’s already had a bit to drink,” remus muttered in your ear as you leaned in for a half hug around him. when you first met, you were sure he didn’t like you despite james’ reassurances that he was just a quiet person naturally. you understood that, being quite shy yourself, but you still desperately wanted his friends to like you. so when you instinctually gave him a soft hug for the first time and he didn’t pull away, even initiating it the next time you saw him, you were sure you and remus were becoming good friends.

“oh, i’m sure,” you responded, eyes widening at the collection of empty pint glasses that littered the table.

“what’s the score?” james asked, cleaning his glasses against his sweater with one hand, squinting up at the screen, the other stayed wrapped around yours, even though you were both sitting comfortably.

“not good jamesie, why’d y’think i’ve been drinking so much already?” sirius said, taking another swig of his beer.

throughout the night james was intensely focused on the match, going between not even breathing as he stared at the screen to groaning or shouting with sirius whenever his team made a play. you were fine with the fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you, knowing this game was so important to him, and you and marlene were catching up anyway.

“y’having a good time, honey bee?” james asked, looking down at you for the first time in a while, his large arm wrapping around your shoulders, warmth immediately overtaking you. you could tell he’s well past tipsy, eyes alight with bubbly frivolity.

“honey bee? that’s new”

“‘cus you’re so sweet,” his hand that wasn’t grabbing at your shoulder came up to stroke your cheek and you were sure he could feel it warming up under his touch. the subsequent smirk that crawled across his face affirmed your theory, all adoring if not a tad smug, but he was charming enough to get away with it.

“i am having a good time, yeah, i mean, i don’t really understand what’s going on but it’s cute seeing you so focused.”

james laughed and you felt his chest rumble against your cheek as he tugged you in closer, “mm, it’s probably good that you don’t anyway, we’re getting absolutely shitted on.”

“it’s only half time, it can still turn around!” sirius slurred emotionally with his head in his hands, a lot like the other patrons in the bar disappointed at the team's performance.

“keep telling yourself that, mate,” remus said, patting his back pitifully, still reading his book.

“you want another drink? i can go get you one,” james offered and you shook your head, preferring to stay relatively sober so james could have as much fun as he wanted. “you’ll let me know if you do though, right? anything you want, i’ll do it for you.”

for the umpteenth time tonight, and for the millionth time in your relationship so far, james made your heart stop as he looked down at you with his unwavering gaze. you knew he was only offering to navigate the crowded bar for you, knowing your aversion to crowds, but such a declaration paired with the tightness of his grip around your shoulders, how you could feel his heart beat against the soft of your arm if you focused enough. something about this moment, tucked away in a pub booth, felt like it was the beginning of forever.

“i know,” you breathed out softly and james lips quirked up in a small smile, as if instinctively, and with a single nod and press of his lips to your head before he turned back to the screen, you knew he felt the same way.

in a way that could only be described as a miracle, the team pulled through and as the reporters announced a home win, the crowd erupted in cheers. “praise be to god!” sirius cried, reaching for remus’ pint while remus tried to keep him away. he’d been cut off around thirty minutes ago when he attempted to throw marlene’s purse at the screen.

“sit down! you’re not even religious!” remus sighed, wrangling in his wild friend. you could only smile as remus tried to feign annoyance but couldn’t help but laugh when sirius started pressing congratulatory, sloppy kisses to his cheek.

“i can’t believe it!” james cried, wrapping his arms around your front, your back pressed to his chest as he towered over you. you were still sat in the booth but james had stood up five minutes before the match ended, pacing to get his nervous energy out.

you titled your head back to look up at him, genuine happiness radiating off his large form. “that was incredible!”

he looked down at you with a beaming grin, “it definitely was! did you see that last play? blimey, can’t believe we pulled it off!”

as he spoke you twisted on your butt to face him, and he caged you in between his spread thighs. “i know! i don’t know how they do it, i would get so tired- oh!”

you were no longer sitting, now fully upright with your feet dangling off the floor, arms tightly strewn around james’ neck as he lifted you in a hug. you could feel his hair tickle your cheek as he tucked his face into your neck. he spun you both around in staggering circles, having to stop when he felt the alcohol quickly begin to travel back up his stomach.

james couldn’t believe how perfect today was. his favorite team winning, surrounded by his friends, and at the center of it all was you. like a figurine from a snow globe come to life, so charming and sweet. so open to becoming friends with his friends, liking what he likes; he still doesn’t know how or why you agreed to a date with him, nonetheless put your trust in his rough hands, but he could only hope that soon he could carry your heart, and you his.

“this whole day is incredible,” he said, lips brushing against your ear as he set you down.

your guys’ bubble was popped when marlene shook your shoulders, not quite as gone as everyone else, but getting there as sangria glossed her lips “babes do you hear this?!” she let out loudly and you tuned back into reality, music now blasting through the speakers as the patrons danced and sung along happily.

“sorry to steal her from ya, but this is our song!” marlene slurred winking up at james who only shook his head and watched you get dragged to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and jump about with the other girls.

“to doing this all next year?” remus spoke, handing james a glass of water, with one for himself as well.

james chuckled and watched as sirius infiltrated your dance circle, horribly attempting to break dance, but you’d never guess based off of the encouraging woops! and wows! from you and the girls hyping him up.

james could do this again next year, and the year after that, he’d quite like it, he thinks.

“I think that we could be like that, every single Sunday in our Sunday best. Laughin' over nothin' with a full wine glass.”

“honey bee, i’m hopeless with this,” james grumbled, giving up on his tie and falling back against the bed. at your silence he rolled on his side to catch a glimpse of your face through the mirror. your lips twisted at the side, surely holding in a laugh you refused to grant him with, not wanting him to know he’s softening you up again.

“it might help if you button your shirt first,” you said, finally turning to face him. even with his face half squished against the mattress and hair sticking up in all directions he was still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

his eyes slowly grazed up your figure, body he was just ravaging now covered in soft, flowy blue fabric, and your hair was tied up neatly with a bow. James let out a low whistle, heat immediately rising to your cheeks, “well would y’look at you,” he mumbled as if he was speaking to himself, “s’ gorgeous.”

you took a minute to collect yourself, shaking your head at how he still made you this flustered this far into your relationship. “thank you, love. you could look beautiful too if you got dressed.” you now sat primly on the sheets beside him, stroking his cheek.

“too tired,” he said, voice low as he engulfed the hand of yours on his cheek in his and brought it to his lips, “you really wore me out, baby.”

“james!” you chastised, trying to pull your hand away fruitlessly. he smirked against it and pressed a final kiss to your palm.

“what? you did! absolutely mindblowing! that thing y’ did with your hips… oh baby!” he moaned and you slapped a hand against his chest, walking back over to the mirror.

“clearly i didn’t hold up my end of the bargain if you’re able to get dressed s’ fast, lemme make it up to you, honey.”

“no!” you squeaked, quickly gathering your make up and running to the bathroom, james’ laugh echoing behind you. any more talk like that and he actually would convince you to go back to bed with him for another round. but you promised you’d go to marlene’s birthday dinner and you were really looking forward to it. in the back of your mind, you knew it was a mistake to get tangled up in the sheets so close to when you had to leave, knowing james could be absolutely insatiable when he wanted to, but you couldn’t resist!

for the next few minutes, you both got ready in silence. you applying light mascara and blush, and james trying to manage his hair. “need a haircut soon,” he said breaking the silence as he reached over you in the bathroom.

“me too, i think. but i like your hair long.”

“i know you do,” james remarked back, a haughty smirk donning his features once again, falling into a pure smile as you playfully rolled your eyes. as he combed some product into his thick locks you took in his appearance, a plain white t-shirt that hugged his muscles and framed his arms in a way that made you question if he was really from this earth or a Greek god, and fitted slacks, you recognized as the one’s you bought him a few months earlier, after claiming he had no nice going out clothes aside from jeans and the one tuxedo he had for a friends wedding.

“you look really nice, james” you said and he cast his gaze down to you through the mirror.

“thank you, sweetness,” he said back and two sentences, as simple as that, caused the love in the room to blow up like a balloon. the sultry, teasing energy from before now a pure adoration that hung in the air.

“we’re a good looking couple, aren’t we,” james said as you both finished, now looking at the two of you in the mirror.

a startled laugh escaped you, “i suppose we are,”

“no wonder i always want us to be having sex, i mean who could blame me!” james exclaimed, walking to the door, keys jingling in his hand.

“please get it all out now before we get to marlene’s, this is supposed to be a classy party!”

“oh, alright! but i’ll remember this when you’re grabbing at me later,” he said, holding open the car door for you.

“we’ll see about that.”

the sun was beginning to set, casting marlene’s back garden in an orange glow. she set up tables and chairs, all holding delicious food and wine, and fairy lights were strung along the awning.

“marls this looks amazing! happy birthday!” you said, giving her a hug.

“thank you! i love your dress! potter… you cleaned up nicely,”

“it was hard to find a clean shirt, but this one passed the smell test, didn’t it, love?” he joked back, twin gags coming from you and marlene before the three of you erupted into laughter.

“i want you to come meet my best friend at work, she’s so nice!” marlene said and in a flash you both were gone, pastel skirts flowing in the wind.

“‘bout time you got here!” sirius called, hugging james, “was starting to thing you wouldn’t show,”

“sorry, got caught up at home…”

remus rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.

“…if you know what i mean,” james finished, wiggling his eyebrows, eating up sirius’ wolf whistles and high fives.

“you keep us oddly informed of your sex life, you know that mate?” remus asked, pushing off james’ hand that took purchase in his hair.

“what else are brothers for?”

“ugh!” remus groaned.

“are they bothering you, rem?” you asked, pulling up a chair at their table.

“aren’t they always?” james and sirius let out matching offended scoffs as you laughed.

“y’always take remus’ side, ‘s not fair!” james whined.

“i have to! it takes two of us to watch over the two of you!”

“exactly,” remus laughed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“well in that case, the two of you can stay here, while jamesie and i settle a bet,” sirius said, mischievously, lighting the adrenaline in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“do i want to know?” you asked james, who sent you a blinding smile.

“siri here thinks he’s faster than me. than me! can you believe him?” james said, stretching his calf. his thighs were hugged wonderfully in his trousers and you quickly darted a glance at marlene’s beautiful -yet muddy- garden.

“have to prove him wrong, don’t i?”

“yeah, you can’t be datin’ a loser, a slow one at that!” sirius retaliated and you knew there’s no way you could talk him out of it then.

“just make sure to be careful of your nice clothes, love,” you pleaded, “you look so handsome, the last thing you need is to be covered in grass stains.”

“promise, i’ll try my best honey bee,” james said back, cupping your cheeks so your lips squished together and pressing a kiss atop them.

“c’mon let’s get this race started! or are you scared, pretty boy?” sirius egged and james ran up besides him. as the boys took off you knew it was only a matter of time before it resulted in a friendly yet frantic wrestling match, as most of their competitions did. so you captured the image of your tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, dressed like he just came out of a catalog, running under the setting sun in your head now to look back on fondly. his childish giggles carried throughout the air and you had a pathetic smile on your face despite yourself.

“you’ll just have to hose him off before you get in the car,” remus said, content with sitting with you, watching your loved one's mess about, truly happy.

“it’s my own fault for thinking he could keep a white shirt clean.”

[whorediaries-09]

okay, what if, reader (james gf) got jealous of lily tutoring james and told james abt it and james tells her "i would never date anyone else other than you" and also "you have all rights over me. you OWN me." and then smut where they're kissing, and reader suddenly says stop and james DOES stop to prove that he belongs to her???

hi honey <3 i'm sorry it took so much time to get around the request, but here you are, i hope you like it xoxo.

dark red

pairing(s)- james potter x reader warning(s)- stupid teenagers in love, 18+ content. a/n- uggh it was so hard to find proper pictures for the header, my feed is full of sirius black shit 💀🫢

ps- dark red is so james potter coded. (he dances on chammak challo, don't ask me how i know okay now bye)

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only you, my girl, only you, babe only you, darling, only you

'hey, darling,' your boyfriends' voice echoes in your ears. your eyes sink deeper into the words printed upon the paper of the book you'd been reading. they seemed like plain words on paper, which made no sense as your mind subconsciously made note that the one you loved so dearly was near you.

he sunk beside your bed, his quidditch sweater hugging his body in a form fitting way. he runs his finger through his curls, the familiar flowery, damp smell escalating off his body which burned your heart. through your peripherals, you see him smiling, a subtle hint of color on his brown skin. you feel the mattress sink beside your legs, as he pushes his legs into the silk duvet you were covered by. his fingers roam over your feet, applying a comforting amount of pressure.

he hums mindlessly under his breath, and you shift under the warmth of the duvet. you flip the book shut, keeping it on your nightstand. you free your feet from james's grasp, sitting up, moving closer to him. you stare at his face as you sit in front of him, knees touching.

'honey?' you whisper, nibbling at your bottom lip. it's like a sudden change of atmosphere, as he places his hand on your thigh, and he's staring at you, his brown eyes scanning yours.

'where were you?' you ask, even though you know the answer. his demeanor changes slightly, as he furrows his eyebrow. he'd told sirius to inform you about his tutoring session with lily. did the prick not tell you, he wonders.

'i was with lily,' he replies. you respond with a curt nod, biting your lip.

'because you needed academic help am i right?' you inquire. he swipes his tongue over his teeth,

'yes m'love,' he responds. you're not sure how to frame your next statement. the air feels stuffy around the both of you, and you intertwine your finger with his curl. his finger draws mindless shapes on your thigh.

'james,-' you begin, a heavy breath leaving your mouth, '-i'm gonna need you to stop these tutoring sessions with lily.' your mouth feels dry as you spill out the words from your throat. his eyes widen,

'i'm in heavy need of help in potions! otherwise i might fail!' he protests. you stare at him, stubborn to not let him dodge your demand.

'you're a fucking illegal animagus. what do you need help with potter?'

'well brewing a sleeping potion- hang on what's all this about?' he inquires, his former statement unheard.

'you know very well,'

'no i don't, enlighten me.'

'god are you really that daft?'

'if you think so, yes.'

'i'm fucking jealous, potter!'

his eyes widen with realization. as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water all over his face. his hands grasp your face in a swift move, his eyes boring into yours. he's breathless, your confession firing a puddle of guilt into which his heart drowns into. he treats you like a fragile piece of glass as if you'd break if he said the wrong words.

'jealous? because i liked her previously?' he questions, his forehead touching yours. your eyes burn with anger, with a clandestine stab upon your heart,

'yes,'

in a swift move, you're on your back, pinned to the mattress, his lips roaming into your mouth, as his mind screeches screams of guilt, an urge which echoes in his head, to prove to you that he was yours. just yours.

he bites your lip, pushing his leg between your thighs, and you moan, the rough fabric of his trouser providing you a lewd friction against your crotch.

'james,' you slur, huffed breaths leaving your mouth. he furrows his eyebrows,

'god,-' he holds your face closer to his, resting his forehead on yours, 'i'd never date anyone but you,-' he plants a soft kiss over your nose, '-god, i love you so fucking much.' he completes. his confession breaks through soft words, paired with broken breaths.

'i love you too, i'm sorry i doub-' he places his finger over your swollen lip, shushing you.

'let me show you how much i love you? let me show you i'm yours? just yours? let me show you how you have total rights over me?' he questions. you nod your head, and with your approval, he unbuttons your shirt.

*****

your nails rake on his bare chest, as he pushes his cock deep into your sopping cunt. you bottom down on his cock, your cunt throbbing. it was like high, as his hand place themselves on your hips, his rutting into yours. your breasts bounce deliciously within his vision, as he thrusts into you.

you pepper kisses all over his chest as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your g-spot so perfectly, you feel like you'd drool. you gasp as his finger rubs over your swollen clit, rolling your eyes back, curling your toes as you feel the orgasm within you bubbling with a vigorous hotness which creeps all over your body. goosebumps erupt on your skin as his hot breath gazes over your skin,

'i'm yours, all yours, my girl,' he assures. you bite your lip,

'you're all mine. fucking mine.' you respond. he gasps at your words, and your walls clench around his cock, as your rub your clit. your orgasm bubbles within you, and consumes you from within, tearing into every cell of your body. it's as if you're on fire, as you feel the coil in your stomach tightens. it's as if you're glowing with lust, as your heart beats against your ribcage. it was like a shattering carnal desire to authorize your ownership over him.

'you're all m-mine- i fucking own you,' you moan, your lips meeting his, as you consume him, consume the feeling of his cock, consume the warmth of his touch, consume the cozy feeling of his words.

'only yours, my girl,' he says against your lips.

it's a dwindling mercurial high, a paradise shaking and pacing with your heartbeats, as the both of you release together, the mixture of cum and yours leaking through your sopping cunt.

[citrusses]

Bound: Advanced Transfiguration (& Other Forms of Romance) by @toomuchplor and Gemini in Retrograde by me (two for one!)

Plor and I made tête-bêche bindings for each other and it was one of the coolest fandom things I've ever done. You can see Plor's incredible bind here. More details below the cut!

I am in a state of constant awe of Plor's writing and binding skills. We made typesets for one another and then created our own bound version that included both of our father/son/coming-of-age fics. Plor taught me a lot in this process -- including but not limited to what a tête-bêche is. The case I made was inspired by images of other similar books I found online, and my god was that vinyl a bitch to weed.

Plor's typeset of my fic was the perfect marriage of the story's Freaky Friday themes and something that felt uniquely in-universe to a HP fic. I still can't get over it. The dual color scheme representing Draco and Scorpius was so clever and consistent throughout the typeset, from the title page to the chapter headers to the section dividers!

Advanced Transfiguration is one of my favorite fics I've ever read about a character who is, essentially, an OC: James Sirius Potter. And my god, is this my James S. Potter forever now. My typeset is chess-themed, the game James spends a lot of the fic learning and playing. The section dividers are cute little pawns, and each "chapter heading" (with which I took artistic license, because this fic does not have chapters, forgive me Plor) is slightly different to represent James' character arc throughout the fic. (Did I take pictures of each chapter header? No! I never remember to photograph my binds thoroughly).

I loved doing this with you, Plor, thank you for sharing your mind and your fic and your talent with me!

[nora-is-very-cool]

Anything Goes

Episode 2

Idk what it's called but this is a 'transported' fic. Where the character is a modern person (gender not specified nor mentioned) that fell into the Harry Potter/ Marauders universe. Shenanigans ensue.

I honestly don't know what this is right now. This is completely self indulgent, and my very first fic. Please bear with me. Please forgive any mistakes, it's 1 AM. Also this is just a preview/ part one.

Blinking rapidly, you try to rationalize where you are. The walls are exposed brick with thick maroon tapestries covering them, the floors in equally peculiar red antique rugs all with various patterns and designs. There’s a fire crackling in front of you, rain pattering against the windows, catering encompassing the room, and the strange smell of cinnamon rolls, vintage leather, and gunpowder? What the hell? Where are you? How did you get here? What happened?

“Mate.” Huh?? That sounded like a teenage boy. You whip your head to your right and are met with icy blue eyes, long black hair, and an incredible jawline. Damn. Is he a model? Because he should be. “Hello?” 

“Oh uh hi. Who are you? How did I get here?” 

“I think we should be asking you that. You’re in my spot.” He sounds serious, although there’s no malice in his eyes, only mischievous joy. 

“Sorry,” you introduce yourself, “I honestly don’t know how the hell I got here. One minute I’m watching criminal minds,” You gesture to your laptop, ”the next I’m in some Hogwarts looking room. Oh god, this is it. I’ve finally lost it. I knew this day would come.”

The sound of laughter, not just from the model-looking-boy, but from three others, too catches your attention again, “Okay mate, I’m Sirius Black, this is James Potter,” gesturing to the bespeckled boy next to him, “Remus Lupin,” sandy-blond hair behind him,” and Peter Pettigrew,” your face falls as he gestures to the last boy, putting all of the pieces together. Oh my god. This isn’t like Hogwarts, this is hogwarts.

‘Oh fuck what the shit am I gonna do?’ you panic to yourself. ‘This is fine, just uhhh do what all the fanfics and brain rot has trained you for.’

“I need to talk to McGonagall. Right now,” the boys glance at each other.

“I’ll take you,” Remus announces, stepping towards you. You take it back. HE should be the model. You turn to grab your laptop and phone. When ready to go, you notice them staring.

“What?”

“Nothing, its just, what are those?” Peter speaks up from your left.

“What? Have you never seen- oh. Right, I forgot it’s the seventies. This is a laptop,” holding my laptop up with my left hand, “and this is my phone,” subtly shaking it with my right hand, “I’ll explain it all later,” I say to their confused faces. “First, I need McGonagall.”

Episode 2

All line separators/ headers are from: @saradika-graphics and @uzmacchiato

[plor-bindery]

Bound: Advanced Transfiguration (& Other Forms of Romance) by me / Gemini In Retrograde by @citrusses

A tete-beche!

Cit and I have been chatting about doing a collab for ages and we did it at last! This is a little tete-beche marrying her fic about fathers and teenage sons and my fic about fathers and teenage sons. As I shout-messaged her: our fics are hanging out together!!! Ahhh!!!

Citrusses typeset my fic and I typeset hers, then we swapped and went our separate ways to bind and case them in, before finally sending each other a copy in the mail.

Well, the swap is complete and it was DELIGHTFUL to work with Cit on this little project. I have multi-part gushing so I'm just going to go ahead and give you a cut.

Starting with Citrusses' half of the tete-beche: this is the first time I've ever seen anyone typesetting my fic! I was so excited to get her email with the PDF. And then! It was so gorgeous! I loved the clean chess theme, the beautiful breaks and artwork, the font choice for the titles, everything. It was amazing to see it all come together like that. I am so fond of my little James-POV fic and it was a treat to get this small love letter to the fic from a binder and author I admire so much.

A couple photos of Cit's lovely typeset:

For my half, I had the pleasure of setting Cit's fic, which is a Freaky Friday trope where Draco and Scorpius have swapped bodies. Citrusses manages the tightrope walk that is a father-son body swap (and a Drarry story!) with such skill and care. I adore the imperfect but trying-hard relationship between Draco and Scorpius, and of course I adore Prof. Potter. It's a brilliant fic and it was so fun to set it and bind it.

I ran with the Freaky Friday thing -- at first, I thought about the Jodie Foster original, but when my 70s artwork failed to inspire, I switched to the 00s version with Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis. This worked better for my brain! I had so much fun creating the title page and chapter headers in the 00s style, using green and blue to signify Draco and Scorpius's respective houses in the fic.

For the final bind itself, I did two versions, mostly because I trimmed the first copy badly and then bled on it (ha) so I had to try again. The first version uses black and white and gold HTV, but for the second I swapped the black for a dark blue because it vibed better with the endpapers I'd chosen. I did a striped endband for my (bloody) copy and an ombre one for Cit's copy.

The style of the cover design owes something to PrettyBinding's style on IG -- I love the thin gold outline and I am going to feature it again soon, though used a bit differently! The constellation behind the Scorpius and Draco figures is, in fact, Gemini. Not that you can tell??? But I know it in my heart!

(You can play a fun game of "spot the differences" between these two copies.)

All in all, an absolute delight of a bind and a swap! I was so tickled to work alongside Citrusses. And I will save my gushing about the amazing binds I received for a later post!

[piscesmoonpress]

Choices by MesserMoon (@sophsicle)

People make mistakes, but they also make choices. It’s important to James, that difference. He does his best not to confuse the two.

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing (s): Regulus Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

AHHHH I am SO excited to share this bind—but first, I want to say thank you to Soph for letting me make (my first ever) author copies for this story. I'm definitely a beginner bookbinder but I truly hope I've done this fic justice <3

The design process for this bind was probably one of my favorite parts. I decided to go with some really simple design elements in comparison to my other binds, primarily because I felt it was more fitting for the story, and I was inspired by some of the design choices made in my personal copy of Song of Achilles.

Photographed here are the author's copies, so I've held off on posting about them until now:

(The dedications are all pulled from Soph's playlist for the fic, and each quote reminds me of that particular volume, given that there are three. Pictured above is the dedication for the first volume.)

624,188 words | 1,945 pages

Title Font: Cinzel Decorative Body: Crimson Text Headers/Capitalization/Dedication: Palatino Nova

Some elements of this bind were entirely new to me, such as the fact that it was an in-boards three piece bradel binding. It was also my first time painting edges, as well as rounding spines. Neither of these things turned out perfect, even after completing personal copies, but i did learn a lot of don't's.

One of the things that I did in the process of this bind that I LOVED was combining two different decoration styles. I've done covers that are either completely foiled, or completely HTV—but not both. For this cover design, I was struggling to figure out the best way to make the upside-down antlers on the cover pop. Adding HTV over a full foil cover was the perfect way to get the look I wanted:

(The contrast/shininess is best pictured in the process photo on the left.)

Special thanks to both @maybebabyplease for listening to my rants about this bind since July, as well as the @renegadepublishing discord server.

As large a bind as this was, it was so so much fun to bring to life this incredible story that holds such a special place in my heart as well as the fandom's.

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

Welcome to the Graveyard

Hello! My name is Ghost, and I use any pronouns.

Please be respectful and feel free to send in requests. I cannot guarantee when or if I will get to them, but I will let you know!

This blog is a safe space for LGBTQA+, any gender, and any race.

Sexist, Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic behavior will result in being banned.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED, CLAIMED, OR TRASLATED ON ANY PLATFORM.

At this time, I am not looking to write any smut so please respect this and do not request it.

I will not write:

-any explicit sexual content

Please read ALL warnings before reading my work!

I love writing for ghost!reader because I have an extensive knowledge of the paranormal that no normal person should have. You WILL get random weird facts in my writing from time to time, this will be your only warning.

Requests are: OPEN

Feedback is highly appreciated. I love seeing all the love I get on my writing and will try my best to continue to provide for you all.

Navigation:

#📖-Information and Introductions

All important information you may need to know, including warnings, request information and tag lists

#👻-Ghost Writing

All of my fan fiction writing that I have done! I will be adding a master list once I write more.

The fandoms and characters I write for:

The Lost Boys

-Paul

-Marko

-Dwayne

-David

-Michael

-Star

The Marauders

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-James Potter

-Lily Evans

-Regulus Black

-Barty Crouch Jr.

-Pandora Lovegood

-Bellatrix Black

HP Other timelines

-Tom Riddle

Harry Potter Series

-Harry Potter

-Hermione Granger

-Draco Malfoy

-Theodore Nott

-Lorenzo Berkshire

-Matteo Riddle

-Blaise Zabini

13 Ghosts (2001)

-The Angry Princess (Dana Newman)

-The Torn Prince (Royce Clayton)

-Dennis Rafkin

Wednesday (Netflix Series)

-Wednesday Addams

-Enid Sinclair

School Spirits (Netflix Series)

-Wally Clark

-Maddie Nears

-Rhonda

-Dawn

Dead Boy Detectives

-Charles Rowland

-Edwin Payne

-Crystal Palace

-Niko

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

-Astrid Deetz

Ghostbusters Frozen Empire

-Trevor Spengler

Stranger Things

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

(GIF PENDING: aka I have to add it on my laptop)

Titans DC HBO

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Garfield Logan

(GIF PENDING: aka I have to add it on my laptop)

Boy Meets World

-Eric Matthews

-Shawn Hunter

-Topanga Lawrence

(GIF PENDING: aka I have to add it on my laptop)

Henry Danger

-Henry Hart

-Ray Manchester

Feel free to request a character not on this list but be warned ahead of time that it is very possible I may deny the request.

Credits: Ghost divider- @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Lost Boys gif- @classichorrorblog Marauders divider- origin unknown Tom riddle divider- pinterest, origin unknown Harry Potter divider- pinterest, origin unknown 13 Ghosts gif- @stevebuscemieyes Wednesday gif- origin unknown School spirits gif- @multivstx Dead boy detectives header- @wanderinlights Beetlejuice Beetlejuice header- @editfandom Ghostbusters header- @nostalgc Stranger things header- @shitedits

Further credits will be added on my writing in the exact post. I admire these creators very much and appreciate all that they do on here. Feel free to check them out! I really recommend it.

[cherieetree]

Your eyes are like Heaven, your voice is like rain--

My name is Nico or online, Germ, but I'm fine with nicknames as long as it's not offensive. I write fics, but mostly Marauders and VLD. Pronouns: He/They (updated 06/06) Gender: Genderfluid Fandoms: Marauders, VLD, Arcane, She-Ra, lots more. Music: Conan Gray, Mitski, David Bowie, The Smiths, to name a few.

Writing: I write but I am a slow writer and I won't take requests (for now at least). It's very possible that I will finish something completely or mostly before posting it.

Keep bigotry away from my blog, no transphobia, homophobia, racism, ableism, sexism, Trump supporters, MAGA, etc. All DNI. Absolutely no proships, incest, etc. anything like that. Please don't ask me any personal questions. If you don't like content I post, scroll away. DNI is a thing for a reason.

Currently: Regulus Black, Pidge Gunderson, Keith Kogane, Evan Rosier, James Potter Those are the characters I'm currently writing/reading a lot about.

Ships: Jegulus, Klance, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, Dorlene, Pandalily, Catradora, Shadam, Romellura, Timebomb, Caitvi, + more I don't write about all of these, but these are ships I love so I may talk about them from time to time

I have lists of headcanons written down and will randomly shit post them. Most HCs are about the characters I am currently into. Just a bunch of silly ideas about small things, or possibly very angsty headcanons, that all depends on the character and my day.

Character studies like diary entries, or just dipping my toe into a fandom, ship, or character. Short and sweet (...). Could also be excerpts from fic I abandoned.

Fics that are too long to be drabbles but too short to be a full fic. If an idea pops u that i can't fit in a full fic somehow then it will probably become a one-shot.

Multiple fics taking place in the same universe. These will usually be different perspectives of the same event or timeline. These could also be series of one-shots.

Totally stole the lyric header thing from my lovely moot @thursdaysgrrl

Credit for the dividers - @cafekitsune

[melaecrit]

[starcrossedlovrs]

Looking for Artists to Create a Header Image for My Fanfiction “Danger Days”!

Hi everyone!

I’m working on a fanfiction titled “Danger Days,” inspired by My Chemical Romance’s album Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, with a twist involving Marauders characters. To enhance the presentation of my chapters, I’m seeking an illustration to use as a header image.

What I’m Looking For:

- An image featuring James Potter and Regulus Black.

- Artwork that captures their essence and aligns with the theme of Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.

The chosen artwork will be used as a header image above chapter excerpts, and full credit will be given to the artist, including a link back to their page.

Due to time constraints, I’m unable to create a new image myself, so I’m eager to collaborate with a talented artist in the community! This request is also a result of a thoughtful suggestion to support artists by using non-AI images. I’m excited to see your work!

If you’re interested in creating a piece for my fanfiction, please reach out to me. Thank you for considering this, and I look forward to seeing your amazing artwork!

— starcrossedlovrs

[isahorcrux]

love, james | chapter 6: a basically nonexistent what-if

James likes Lily. And Lily likes James. How the hell did it get so complicated?

Love, Rosie, but make it Jily. Written for the Jilytoberfest 2023 Rom-Com Event.

listen to the playlist here

James stared at the words on the thick piece of parchment he’d only just pulled out of its envelope.  Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Cartography Program at The Salem Witches Institute… The owl had arrived earlier that day, a large horned owl that had a mean look about him.  His own owl, Percy, had hidden for nearly a whole hour after the other bird had departed.  His mum had wanted him to open it straight away, but James found he couldn’t bring himself to even pull the seal off the envelope, much less read its contents, and in front of his mum?  What if he hadn’t gotten in?  What if he had to explain to his mum and dad that, yes he’d had ample amount of time to send off other applications and had done very well on his N.E.W.Ts, but somehow hadn’t even applied to one other programme or apprenticeship.

continue reading on ao3

(and yes, I got bored with the old chapter header, so now I'm mixing it up)