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ao3: finchfeathers
twt: shrikefeathers
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jegulus:
unspeakable: James is swept up in machinations beyond his comprehension, and before his eighteenth birthday he has a Dark Mark on his arm and an innocent death on his conscience. (death eater james potter / spy au / fake dating) [current wc: 637k, ongoing]
bitten: Regulus is a bored, sullen vampire. James is in the wrong place at the wrong time. (vampire regulus x human james / muggle au) [current wc: 108k, ongoing]
helter-skelter: Sometimes James felt like picking a direction and walking until his legs gave out, then getting up the next day to keep walking, and never turning around. (american marauders / small town / partners in crime / cannibalism / horror au) [current wc: 105k, ongoing]
please just stay dead: Regulus died in the cave… and when he came back, he came back wrong. [current wc: 3k, ongoing]
oneshots:
burning: He wanted to break James. To warp him until he was unrecognizable... and his. That was part of it. He knew Lily had never seen this James. No one had. Beautiful and hungry, red with rage and desire like a wrathful angel. [wc: 3,704]
phantom pains: After years spent alone in a cell, Regulus Black gets a new cellmate: His estranged older brother, who despises him. [wc: 1,956]
jegulily:
icarian: "Look at her, and look at me." Regulus held the picture up beside his face, like Lily was looking right past James, right at him. She saw him everyday in the corridors. Did she suspect? Would she ever know about this? "You can't just have one, can you? You want both." James stared at him, silent as a stone. He wanted this conversation to be over. Too bad. "This is the kind of greed they say is sinful in the bible." [wc: 14k, ongoing]
frankenstein (2025):
the absence of fear as tenderness to the monster: He was seeing ghosts. In the years of solitude he’d gone mad. There was no explanation for her presence here that was not madness. She died in his arms. He knew she was dead, he felt it, he watched her die, he watched it, and even if he had not seen her last breath leave her, centuries had passed since he had been made, she would be nothing but bones or ashes now, even if she had lived. And yet, she stood before him, as if the centuries he’d spent wandering alone were nothing more than a horrible dream. In the modern day, Elizabeth finds him again. [wc: 5k]
boreo:
living while starving: Boris goes with Theo to New York. Boris POV. [current wc: 5.5k, ongoing]
stamp collecting: Boris and Pippa are paired together for a pen pal project at school, they have no idea who they’re writing to. [current wc: 11k, ongoing]
if you read my fics i'd love to talk with you about them <3 feel free to message me, but be warned: the response times you get will be as if we are corresponding by letter.
some of my interests: the marauders era, jegulus, tomarry, the goldfinch by donna tartt, vampires, hannibal, killing eve, iwtv, asoiaf, the corrupting power of love, the violence of desire, love as consumption, blood drinking, heart eating, forbidden and doomed romance, the nature of evil, unhealthy and deeply toxic relationships, “monsters”, moral decay, very bad and irredeemable characters. also wuthering heights by emily brontë.
i'm transgender and bisexual, btw. i do not support jkr.
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