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[tiffanytoms]

GUYS!!!

I decided to get one of my stories printed into a book, AND IT ARRIVED TODAY 🥹

Look at it! Look at ittttt! 😍

Ah! Anyway, I wanted to thank @scriibble-fics for recommending the printing place (lulu) and a big thank you to @athenasparrow @cscs01 @chiechie97 lighteningmischief & oldenough2knowbetter for their awesome reviews I totally added to the back cover❣️

Anywho, I highly recommend doing this. Such a cool feeling!

[athenasparrow]

The Bartender's Revenge

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For @mppmaraudergirl

Finally, a stand-alone! @jilymicrofics

“Shit!” She curses as she slams into something solid as she rounds the corner.

“Sorry!” Calloused fingers skim the exposed skin above her skirt as warm hands stop her from toppling – unbalanced as she is in heels – to the harsh concrete floor.

He’s alluring in an untamed sort of way; wild curls frame a face with a sharp jawline – the perfect place to let her lips wander – with just a shadow that tells her he didn’t bother with a razor this morning.

“Thanks,” she breathes, missing his hands as soon as he deems her stable enough to stand on her own. 

“No problem, I’m here to help with anything you need.” He winks at her before disappearing through a door marked staff only. 

Lily doesn’t catch another glimpse of him for the rest of the night. Not that she looks that often. Mary is the designated drink runner of the night – mainly because Marlene can’t be trusted and Lily is tired from work – and it’s all fun until some guy comes over and tries to plant one on her.

“Come on love, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Lily eyes the man in front of her. The flickering neon lights of the bar cast a sallow glow on his face as he grins lecherously at him. He might be considered attractive in a professional photo by the light of day – Lily briefly imagines his blond hair slicked back as he poses for a sleazy shot in a real estate magazine – but in the poorly lit pub, dishevelled from hours of drinking and nothing to hide the unnerving look in his eyes he’s really not. She keeps her hand firmly on his chest – straining against his weight as he tries to lean in – as she regards him cooly. 

“I don’t care if it’s a dare. The answer is no.” It’s firm and even despite her own downed margaritas. All she really wants is for him to leave – back to the table where three other men are eyeing them, or even better out of the bar completely – so she can finish her girl's night in peace.

His lips curl, and his smile turns even more unpleasant, but whatever he’s about to say gets cut off by the sudden splash of a margarita on his face. “Oi! You deaf?” Marlene shouts – a bit louder than necessary – over the music. “Fuck off or my glass is the next thing that’s going to hit your face.”

He looks just the type to be dumb enough to take Marlene up on her offer (even when her glass is poised to pitch in his face), but whether he’s suddenly chicken or notices how quiet the crowd around them has gone, he gives them one parting sneer (not very effective with droplets of Marlene’s drink running down his cheek), before turning and marching back through the crowd.

It’s not long before Lily’s weaving her way through the remaining crowd to pay.

“Lily! You’re going too fast!” Marlene clutches at Mary – the most sober by far – as she stands on one foot to undo the straps of her heels.

“Evening ladies! Have a good night?” The haughty smirk, high cheekbones and smooth posh tone in tandem with the gallery of ink displayed on his skin, the ripped jeans and the rings adorning his fingers all scream an odd I don’t give a fuck elegance. Lily’s eyes stray in search of his messy-haired, hazel-eyed coworker she’d clocked upon entering, but he’s nowhere to be found.

She forces her attention back to the man in front of her. His knowing smirk prickles her, but she’s come down from the high of her night and just wants to get home. “Hello! Can we split the tab for the corner table over there?”

“It’s taken care of.”

“But…” Lily frowns. “Are you sure? None of us have paid…”

“That guy who was bothering you did.”

“I didn’t peg him for the apologetic type,” Marlene jumps in, barefoot with shoes dangling from her fingertips. Lily hopes the floor gets a good clean each night.

“He wasn’t,” the bartender snorted. “More the born an arsehole, die an arsehole type.”

“Yet he wanted to buy our drinks?” Mary asked, her tone incredulous. “Why?”

“Who said anything about him wanting to?” The bartender slides a menu in front of them, tapping at the bottom.

10% surcharge on weekends, 15% on public holidays. Arsehole surcharge applies every day of the week.

“And he agreed to that?” He didn’t seem the type to go quietly.

“Think he was too smashed to notice.” When Lily lets out a disbelieving laugh accompanied by Marlene’s snort he shrugs in a not my problem way, picking up another glass to polish.

“I love your policy!” Marlene declares as she rifles through her purse. “Let me just see if I have cash for the tip….?.”

“Sirius. And don’t worry yourself love,” Sirius waves his polishing cloth carelessly. “We charged them for that too.”

“How much did you charge them exactly?” Marlene asks as her sweeping gaze appraises him.

“James charged them triple.” Sirius nods his head to where the messy-haired man has reappeared, biceps popping as he leans against the doorframe. “He was especially ticked off for some reason.” His voice turns knowing as he winks at Lily. 

James flushes as he tugs at his mess of curls. A zap of energy courses through Lily that has nothing to do with the alcohol in her veins. Her eyes stay a moment too long – too short for her, too long for Marlene – on the strip of flesh above the waistband of his jeans and when she blinks back to reality Sirius is still smirking while Marlene has dissolved into giggles as she grabs a napkin from the bar.

“Here you go James ,” Marlene says waving the napkin at him. For one horrible moment, Lily thinks she’s hitting on him, but then she wishes it was that at her friend's next words. “Here’s Lily’s number; my plethora of margaritas can’t keep from missing whatever this is.”

Her stomach summersaults as James takes the proffered napkin before holding it up to her in question. She nods slightly, unable to keep the smile from blooming as she drags Marlene towards the door. “Thanks for the drinks fellas!”  Yes, you can call me.

With any luck, she’ll be able to run her hands through his curls soon. Her flush deepens, heat running through her whole body as she imagines his head of curls between –

Her phone buzzes as the door swings shut.

Unknown Number: how about tomorrow?

[kay-elle-cee]

I would love to know about James' feelings that time they first meet eyes years later. Directors take OR a James POV 😍

HELLO Athena! Thank you for your patience since I've saved this in my inbox to answer after the final chapter of i'll be fine, i'll be good went live. Answer below the cut! (And a reminder that anyone can ask me for thoughts/Director’s Cut for any of my fics at any time!)

(sorry I tried to refine this but it still ended up a bit word vomity!)

ALRIGHT so we learn in chapter six that James was, in fact, really broken up about Lily for awhile (I mean....that's not particularly a spoiler, is it?). I like to think that by the time James sees Lily—like walking into the shop and having face-to-face interaction with her for the first time since he told her he loved her all those years ago (oh my god ow)—he's really processed everything and made peace with it all. He's had his eyes opened a little bit more by his work with the Order to just how difficult and dangerous it was for her. He's forgiven her, and he understands (to an extent) her actions, but he also knows that because of this he can't really be mad at her, and he just...is trying to be as normal as he can (even though a part of him misses her). So he has to be careful.

He's known she's worked at that apothecary for years. Remus absolutely told him immediately (well, maybe not immediately, but definitely within that first month). And he's likely agonized time and time again on if he should go in, how bad would it be to look through the window, maybe one of us should just, like, make sure she's okay...But then you have Sirius (and to a lesser extent Remus and Peter) reminding James of what kind of toll Lily took on him last time, reminding him that if she wanted to see him, she could reach out, reminding him how far he's come and fuck Evans because she hurt you. And James, even if he doesn't feel Sirius' anger at the whole situation, maybe listens to this, lets it bolster him to keep his resolve hardened and his guard up.

But then he gets paired up with Sam for the potions run. And he definitely panics and feeds her some BS line about him needing to wait outside so they're not ambushed in the shop and she's like whatever you weirdo I'm going to go see this really interesting girl I met and could definitely be friends with YOUR LOSS. And then she's chatting and he's out there just getting so nervous because what if Sam lets it spill to Lily that he's out here and then they get to talking, what would Lily say would Lily be mad would she want to say hi why do I care so much about what Lily thinks? He's done so well at living his life in a post-Lily world but suddenly everytime he's around this shop she's just there on his mind. So he gets a little overwhelmed and opens that little door and tells Sam to hurry up without ever looking in because he knows there's a real possibility that the second he sees Lily (really sees her) this resolve he has might crumble.*

*And I think it's important to note here that I'm not suggesting James would fall to her feet and confess his love with one glance, but he'd be James. He'd be kind (maybe too kind), and he suspects that somewhere in his heart he still loves her and is worried that it'd be too easy to fall back into that pattern after all the work he's done.

But yeah so he and Sam leave and he's in the all clear but then he gets injured in the field and Sam has to leave and suddenly he's in charge of the potions supply runs and he has no other choice—he has to SEE HER. He spends the whole morning fretting, trying to remain calm, trying not to run scenarios through his head and telling himself he can do it, that it's no big deal—he's just a patron and she's just a shopkeep. (He's definitely not looking forward to it, even if he had all of those musings about dipping in and seeing her over the last few years—that's idealistic James and this is practical James.) I think he goes so far as to even try to remember some of the anger he had felt towards her at one point of time—really grasping for anything to make sure and keep that distance between them. But it's this weird thing because Remus told him about the Snape encounter so he's also a little worried about her and it's this tightrope of keeping things professional. Not concerned, not angry, but something neutral in between.

And then he sees her. And he thought he was prepared, and he was so, so wrong. There's pain, when their eyes meet. The last time he looked into them echoes in his mind and there's pain and a little bit of that anger comes back and maybe it's anger at her but maybe it's also a little bit of anger for himself—for not understanding her as well as he feels he should have. But he leans on the anger, only giving her the shortest of answers, and he leaves. And he thinks: I can do this.

And when he gets sent again, he holds onto that anger a bit tighter and tries to ignore the undeniable way his heart beats faster when that bell over the door rings.

Listen I might do a James POV of some scenes one day, if the urge strikes and people are interested, who knows?

[ohmygodshesinsane]

Hey Finn! Hello! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's askboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea 😂 Here you go lovely xx

Guess what I’m not wearing right now.

👀👀👀 I love this, thank you so much for sending it! Here’s my take…. (I hope it’s spicy enough to count!)….

“Lily?” A knock came at the door. Lily cast a quick charm on the bubbling cauldron and pushed her goggles to the top of her head. Her workstation was crammed with teetering books and phials of vibrant liquids and finely crushed porcupine quills.

“Come in!” she called back. The door to the cool underground room opened, and Nita stuck her head through the archway, smirking mischievously. Lily groaned. “Oh, God. What now?”

“Floo call for you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. Lily pulled her goggles over her tied-up hair and dumped it on the table.

“Who is it?” Marlene, Peter, Mary, Sirius, and Remus had already called, and of course she’d seen James this morning, when he’d woken her with breakfast in bed and a steaming cup of tea.

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” Nita said, her smile widening. Lily stretched her arms above her head as she followed the receptionist down the hallway. Two hours remained until she could clock off, and go home to properly celebrate her birthday. Not that her day had been all misery; the new tincture they were developing was proving an exciting challenge, and the hours had been punctuated by well-wishes.

They climbed the stairs to the cosy reception, with its wood-panelled walls and pots of blooming aconite. The fireplace on the nearest wall cast a warm orange glow across the round edges of the desk and the navy Persian rug. Nita’s eyes glittered as she slipped into her seat. Lily’s brows furrowed curiously as she knelt before the crackling coals, searching for a face.

Of course.

“Happy birthday,” her boyfriend beamed.

“James,” she said, trying not to smile. Her lips fought furiously against her better instincts. “You couldn’t wait another two hours?”

“No,” he said. “Unless you’re doing something important?” Her heart rushed with gratitude.

“Nothing as important as you,” she said, lowering her voice, though she knew Nita would never tell. “Is this some warning not to come home, so you can better set up my surprise party?”

“You adamantly said ‘no surprise parties’. I respect that.”

“Then…?”

“Then…? I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” But even when his face was made of shifting embers, she recognised that twist of his mouth. Her stomach fluttered.

“Well, I love you too. Is that all?”

“Well.”

“Well?”

James’s teeth skimmed his lower lip. “Do you want to play a game?” The tone of his voice made her look over her shoulder. Nita hummed as she organised a stack of parchment.

“What kind of game?”

His eyebrows arched. “I want you to guess something.”

“Azerbaijan.”

“No.”

“Thirty-two.”

“Not that either.” Lily couldn’t help but snort, and James laughed too, until he was coughing up coals. “Shit. Ow. No, Evans. Guess what I’m not wearing.”

Her heart jumped in her throat, but she kept her expression cool.

“Shoes,” she replied.

“Technically correct.”

“Got it in one.”

“Good girl.” Lily’s breath cut short, heat flooding her cheeks. “I’ve got something for you, when you get home. A present.”

Despite herself, Lily leaned closer to the flames. “Oh?”

“D’you remember Boxing Day?” Her stomach contracted sharply. How could she forget? Drunk on mulled wine, under the tree, James’s hands in her hair, his tongue on her…

“Yes.” Lily tried to focus. “Which part?”

“I couldn’t distract you from your work.”

Lily bit the inside of her cheek. Work had quickly fled from her mind. “Which part, Potter?”

James’s eyes twinkled. “Is that a guessing game you want to play? It’s something you’ve said you’d like. What do you like, Evans?” A shiver ran down her spine.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’ll show you.” His voice was warm and rich, like gold whiskey. Lily’s fingers hovered over the reddened wood, a string in her heart pulling tight as she longed to touch him.

“Go on, then.”

“Nah.” The fire shifted, and James had obviously moved back, for now his features were less focused. “Tonight. You can’t wait another two hours?”

“I can’t get a hint?” A kind of frustration coiled within her… the sort that would make measuring the reactions of porcupine quills to diluted essence of hellebore much less interesting. James had a way of narrowing her world to only one type of chemistry.

“I gave you a hint.” He shrugged, carelessly cool. “Boxing Day.”

“James -”

“I love you,” he said quickly, cheekily. “I’ll see you soon. Happy birthday.”

“I love you. But -” His face vanished from the fireplace, leaving only burning charcoal. Lily leaned back on her heels, breathing raggedly. Her eyes darted to her watch.

One hour and fifty-two minutes.

Fuck.

[call-me-the-cassie]

Hello new friend!! I have three questions for you!

What's your favourite trope?

Feelings on smut? 😈

Which of your fics is your personal favourite?

Hello!

My favourite trope is either fake dating or enemies to lovers, unless it's a oneshot in which case it's coffee shop AU all the way.

Yes to smut!! Where would we be without smut as a society?

I have a huge soft corner for Not Mad At All (https://www.tumblr.com/call-me-the-cassie/665028685956612096/not-mad-at-all?source=share) because that was my first, and also because my secretly romantic heart would like to live that.

I think this is my first ask, so thank you!

[sunshinemarauder]

Trick or Treat 🧡

Hi! So sorry for the late response -- I've been really really swamped with life!

A little something from what I've been writing today ��� specially chosen for you for reasons you can probably guess haha

Still, she tries to play it cool. Affecting nonchalance, Lily lies back down on the wet grass, hastily untangling her hair from the (frankly unsexy) braid it’s currently in and crooking her knees to the side. By the time he reaches her, she hopes she looks a little bit less like a drowned owl and more like a model in an artfully risqué photoshoot.

[uncertainwallflower]

Oh and 9 & 12 🙌

Oh hey again!

9. What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Hmmmmm...I've always been heavy handed when it comes to descriptive language/imagery; I guess I like to think I'm 'naturally talented' at that sort of stuff. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

12. Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

My current story being: Between the Desire and the Spasm. OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, so the greatest inspiration is actually a handful of true personal events. However, the story branches off into an alternate reality. I suppose it's like a What If of my life (plus magic lol). A little. It's very therapeutic, I'll say that. Other inspirations are The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot (of course, the title is a line in the poem). Read it. It's amazing. And then Standing in the Mirror by Eutony which was one of the first fanfictions I ever read and has stuck with me all these years. It is similar in the way of lost/missed love in high school, loss of communication and then reconnecting years later and reigniting (as if it ever burnt out, puh-lease) the love. And I cannot NOT mention the series holiday love affairs and other nonsense by @theesteemedladydebourgh which 1. again, similar premise, 2. I very strongly relate to, 3. got me thinking about lost love and potential lives (which ultimately lead to BTDATS), and 4. has the BIGGEST chokehold on me. Seriously, I guzzle every new chapter like it gives life (I believe it does). If you're not already reading that series DROP EVERYTHING AND READ IT. It hits different. Also, @theesteemedladydebourgh's smut writing is top-notch. It's massively inspiring. ALSO ALL OF @blvnk-art's JILY. LIKE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PERFECT.

More Writer Asks

[bronzeagepizzeria]

Hi hi!!! A2 and B6 please xx

A2-How did you find your first fic?

Honestly, i'm not really sure i remember! I was only around 11/12 and i'd been searching for hermes&luke (from percy jackson) stuff hahaha. just sort of accidentally stumbled upon fanfiction.net

B6-What is your favourite story trope? Why?

This is a hard one to answer, before i got really into the doctor who fandom i wasn't really into pairing fics, so i wasn't very familiar with common tropes--but i'd have to admit that i do frequently select the Major Character Death warning and sort by kudos😭😭 this sounds morbid af but i love seeing my favs grieve, and these fics are always SUPERBLY written. What can I say, i love crying myself to sleep about the fake people in my phone

[tiffanytoms]

Hellooooo! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's inboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea and I suspect you won't be able to either!

"I would love to bend you over the counter."

…….. is this a prompt or a proposition?

Bc I’m flattered, but married 🤪🤪🤪

(This one is juicy!)

[athenasparrow]

An official ✨ coming soon ✨ announcement because I'm back to writing and this is over half way drafted now!

Premise

A young redhead author escapes the shackles of a doomed relationship and a toxic friendship to settle into the tranquil embrace of Chateau Gryffindor. As she reclaims her joy, she gets caught in a dance of temptation with the charming man in the neighbouring cabin. If only her past stopped turning up...

Snippet One

"Sirius, for goodness sake, hurry up!" Euphemia hisses. Keeping quiet is necessary; the two men asleep upstairs would try and instil things like logic and propriety into the situation and really - where is the fun in that? "We have a mission to accomplish!"

Sirius finally manages to zip up his costume, his eyes peeking out from behind the ill-fit ninja mask. "I swear these things were designed by a sadist," he mutters, adjusting the fabric over his groin. “Tell me again why we can’t just change there?”

Snippet Two

“Don’t go,” Lily whispers in panic. James’ face grows even more concerned, but to his credit he doesn't question her again, instead, he makes to slide out the window.

“No, don’t come down, help me up,” Lily says frantically, glancing behind her again before tucking her towel more securely between her breasts and reaching her hands up to grasp his forearms. He's strong. Under less stressful circumstances she may have appreciated the muscles flexing under her fingers for longer than a moment.

If you'd like to see more, send me an ask with a word to search and I'll give you a line from this WIP 😘

[kay-elle-cee]

Alright, my last Taylor Swift prompt is written! Thank you so much everyone for playing! This was my first time taking prompts and it was a lot of fun (even if I totally did NOT stick to my self-imposed 500 word rule).

Hoping to rest a bit before diving into finishing And The Roar Will Rise and planning out some other stuff!

@athenasparrow requested "you kiss me in a way that's going to screw me up forever"....you can read here on ao3 or below the cut!

Hushed whispers greeted Lily as she kicked the front door shut behind her, shopping bags cradled in her arms. She didn’t miss the way the voices immediately stopped at her arrival, and as she maneuvered for her wand to levitate the groceries into the kitchen, she found James and Peter sitting at the table with steaming cups of tea in front of them, locked in some sort of tense, silent conversation.

James broke his attention from the other man as Lily walked into the room, immediately rising to help unpack the bags after giving her a kiss on the cheek, his hand resting on her barely-protruding belly.

“Hi, love, I thought you’d be out a bit longer.”

“Dorcas had somewhere to be, so I didn’t get a chance to visit with her long before going to the store,” she answered easily, eyes flitting between him and where Peter sat, taking careful sips from his mug. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Of course not,” he smiled, moving away from her to unpack one of the bags, “just catching up with Peter.”

“I see that,” Lily grinned, walking over to sit next to the blonde man. “I haven’t seen you in ages, Peter! Where have you been hiding?”

He gave her a rueful smile. “Not hiding, just keeping busy.” She noticed how his eyes darted over to James and then back to her. “How are you, though? How’s Little Prongs?”

Throwing her head back with a groan, Lily couldn’t stop the smile that fought its way onto her face. “I thought I vetoed that name,”

“Four against one, Lil, sorry,” James called from across the room.

“No, that’s not fair—you’re not even on my side?”

“Of course I’m on your side.” He crossed the room, placing a kiss atop her head, his hand trailing across her shoulder. “But I quite like Little Prongs.”

This earned a chortle from Peter, and Lily beamed—the weight of the war was heavy on all of them, but she’d seen it most on Peter. It was good to hear him laugh.

“Will you stay for lunch?” she asked hopefully, only to deflate a bit at the shake of his head. 

Peter rose, checking his watch. “I’ve actually got to get back to work. Especially if I’m going to be out next week.”

She felt James tense behind her, and her mind started to race. Hushed whispers abruptly stopping, gone for a week. Peter had come to James about a new mission. Her smile faltering, she reached out for Peter’s hand. “Please come back soon? It’s been too long.”

 “I’ll try, I promise.”

“Let me walk you out,” James nodded, guiding the other man to the living room. Another round of hushed whispers—anger, urgency, resignation—slipped through the doorway, and Lily chewed on her thumbnail. 

They knew this was a possibility. Since they’d learned of the pregnancy, Lily was almost strictly being used in a non-combat capacity—mostly relegated to the infirmary and brewing rooms at Headquarters—but James was still very much in the field. However, a week apart? They had been doing their best to not take those types of missions now…and it looked like that was no longer an unavoidable situation.

“What do you want for lunch?”

Lily blinked, so lost in her mind that she was surprised to see James barreling his way through the doorway, eyes focused on the kitchen and not her.

“James?”

“I could throw together some sandwiches, maybe pasta—”

She stood and crossed the room in several short strides, sliding herself between the counter and her husband and forcing his attention on her. “James. What’s going on?”

Lily watched as his brow creased and smoothed, how his tense jaw twitched, how behind his glasses, his eyes wavered between anger and fear as they dropped to a spot just beyond her shoulder. Her heart raced—this was bigger than a mere stakeout mission.

Without a word she knew. This was a raid.

And it had been a while since their raids had resulted in more captures than casualties.

A sharp inhale pulled his attention back to her, eyes brimming with apology and frustration.

“Lily—”

She shook her head, trying to will the tears back and feeling her resolve weaken as his hands settled on her waist.

“I’m going to talk to Moody, alright?” He murmured into her hair, lips firm and breath hot. “There’s got to be another way.”

“James—”

His lips were on hers in an instant, and it was a kiss that sent her heart plummeting. She’d become too familiar with this kiss over the course of their relationship—after particularly nasty fights, their last night at Hogwarts before being turned loose into a world at war, the early morning hours after a rough full moon, a goodbye before an Order mission—that it immediately made her wary and turned her veins to ice.

There was a hunger behind this type of kiss. The way his lips nearly bruised hers with their intensity, the way his tongue slipped into her mouth for a taste, the way his hands gripped her tighter and pulled her body flush against his. It reeked of finality, of a desperate attempt to commit everything—smell, touch, taste—to memory. It was the hunger of a man determined to have as much as he could before it’s taken away, 

Lily lost the battle with her tears, feeling them trail down her cheeks as her hands came up to cup his face. She returned his ferocity with her own, her heart breaking and her breathing strained as their plans for the next five months of their pregnancy were suddenly thrown out the window.

The thought that he wouldn’t return—though such a glaringly real possibility—was not something she could bear to entertain. So she kissed him harder to banish it from her mind, willing herself in turn to think of the caress of his lips as something other than what she knew he was trying to say:

I love you. I’ll miss you. I’m sorry.

[athenasparrow]

@basslineescapeact @annabtg @practicecourts you're all so sexy!

very sexy indeed

[ohmygodshesinsane]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

hihi! thank you for sending this 💞 i have been sooo absent it's not even funny. but i will rec my five fave fics atm that i've written!

Seventeen - 'James and Lily host a party they never thought they would get to see. Their miracle.' This is a Jily Lives! AU set on Harry's seventeenth birthday, written for AllThoseDarlings' Prongs Party earlier this year. I got surprisingly emotional writing this story, and it made my heart hurt for about a week.

you are sick and you are married and you might be dying - 'Daphne’s laugh is very unlike Astoria’s. “That’s the thing,” she says. “That’s the thing. You’re both too bloody busy people-pleasing." Gabrielle has seen too much to believe in asking the universe for anything, so she wants nothing and takes whatever she gets. When her life tangles with Astoria Malfoy's, this becomes significantly more difficult.' This one isn't Jily, but was written for a HP Femslash microfic prompt. I got out of my comfort zone for this one, but I'm really pleased with how it turned out.

Mercy - 'The Potters are not killed that night in Godric's Hollow, but Lord Voldemort is defeated. Lily has to navigate the consequences of war and raise a family in the shadow of loss in a world that has been nearly torn apart. OR: Compassion to oneself, Healer Armitage says, is often the hardest to extend.' This was for a jilymicrofic prompt in April, and is essentially a character study of Lily if she and James had survived. Again, I got just a little bit emotional writing it 😅 and I think it really helped with my characterisation of Lily throughout my fics.

creature comfort - 'Look, James Potter is trying not to be an arrogant berk. Lily Evans has been given a prefect badge and the role of 'swot', but she has other ideas. Sirius Black would love to have a normal life, honestly, as would Remus Lupin. Severus Snape wants to leave his muggle heritage behind, and Dorcas Meadowes spends more time in her own head than the real world. Peter Pettigrew is sick of being left out, Mary Macdonald wants to fit in, and Regulus Black is walking a well-worn path. Growing up is hard at the best of times, and these? These are the worst of times. [1975-1976]' This one is a massive labour of love, and while the earlier writing isn't my best work, this fic has been a massive opportunity for me to improve my writing and to really get into the nitty-gritty of the way I see the marauders. It's helped me learn how to craft plots and write different dynamics. If you want, essentially, The Ultimate Guide to Finn's Writing Style and Progression Over The Last Three Years, this is it.

You're On Your Own, Kid - 'Marlene is on her own and fine with it, really, honestly, truly. She has her friends (until the war claims them) and her freedom (until the war takes that, too) and prefers flying to putting roots down (until that's stolen from her forever). But she'll manage on her own. She always has. What's a little bloodshed anyway?' This one is another character study, this time of Marlene McKinnon, and was written for the HP Ladies Fest. Writing this helped me work through a lot of my own feelings and is the only fic of mine I return to to read for pleasure, not just for continuity purposes.

So here we are! Five self-recs from me ❤️

[uncertainwallflower]

AIUHGLWAIUEHTWE!!!!!!!!!!!

Your latest chapter of BTDATS is AMAZING and I am so so hungry for more of this fic! I missed your writing so much; it was such a joy to read again!

But in all seriousness, thank you so much, lovely! I'm so happy you enjoyed it; I hope it was worth the wait! This reminds me I am yet to reply to your comment (essay) on AO3, which—I'll say now to get it out of the way—turned me into a grinning little gremlin. Might take me a few days to get around to that while I reinhabit my human form (aka get a grip).

[bronzeagepizzeria]

Eternity and a Day please : D

Au where Lily lives and James dies, unfortunately 😭 I kind of wanted to explore that first year of grief for all of them, Lily, Remus and Sirius, and also how it would impact Lily’s estranged(ish) relationships with Petunia and Snape👀

[athenasparrow]

LET'S PLAYYYYY!!!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!!!!!! Bring it on! I'll take anything - make me laugh! 🤣

A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror