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[FIC MASTERLIST]

A LOUISVILLE SLUGGER TO BOTH HEADLIGHTS (Harry/OC) (Post-war) (AU) (POV: Harry Potter) (<5k)

The truth is, that year, it feels like he’s not had a crush like that since he was a teenager, or fallen in love like that since Ginny. His therapist encourages him, says he is ready for this, but he is shy again, and burnt, like he is kissing a girl for the first time and the idea of trying something with Sheila feels like jumping off a broom at full speed. ‘What if it fails?’ he asks. ‘Then, you learn something else.’ (Or: the love story between Harry and his wife, Sheila, inspired by this tumblr post.)

CASTLES (Gen) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (WIP)

To him, the spring of '98 is about sex and funerals. (Or: the big, bold, rocky, and epic post-war story.)

CE NE SONT QUE DES CAILLOUX (Bill/Fleur) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Fleur Delacour) (< 5k)

Ici, les nuages se mélangent à l’eau, she tells Gabby, describing the way the clouds and the sea blur into the horizon, the wind and the light sand, the beauty of the fifty-meter-high cliffs and the grass that, even in the summer, never burns. J’espère que tu pourras venir bientôt, she writes and lies (lieslieslies), often, because God knows she does not, in fact, hope that her sister will be able to come soon. With all her might, with everything that she holds dear and all the courage that she can muster, Fleur prays to all that is holy that Gabby never, ever, sets foot here. (Here is a place where house-elves die, where the tremors run down Hermione’s spine, and it is not a place for a child.) (Or: a piece about Fleur, choices, love, and bravery.)

THE FAULT IN FAULTY MANUFACTURING (Seamus/Dean) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Seamus Finnigan) (< 30k)

At the pub, the walls were painted a pine shade of green, the white of the ceiling exhausted by an old leak, frames dangling off nails, slightly tilted. John F. Kennedy having a pint, Ollie Campbell in dirty shorts and an Irish jersey, the tricolour flag hanging from behind the bar and a fading print of Poblacht Na hEireann by the door. On game days, drunk and rowdy middle-aged men would congregate to watch Mayo lose every GAA final since 1951. They called it the ‘Mayo curse’ and the legend had it that after the team’s last triumph, the bus escorting the heap of victorious players had passed a funeral cortege on the road, and failed to pay proper respects. A catholic priest had placed a curse as punishment, and the county never won a final again. So, come to think of it, maybe that’s why Dad never minded Mam’s post-wedding revelations much. In Ireland, even the Muggles believed in magic. (Or: Seamus Finnigan's full life story, in just over 27,000 words.)

LIKE FIRE IN THE RAIN (Harry/Ginny) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 1k)

‘Dare,’ he speaks his response in a breath; she feels the air against her cheek and laughs, teasingly draws up the long list of her demands, dirty suggestions that make his pulse quicken when her gaze catches his. (Or: teenagers playing truth or dare)

PICK ME, CHOOSE ME, LOVE ME (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 3k)

Regardless, it so happens that in Grey’s Anatomy, the first hot one dies in a plane crash and the second hot one dies in a car accident which permanently puts Ginny off any and all means of Muggle transportation. Even dragons feel safer, at this point. (Or: Harry, Ginny, fluff and a TV).

THE RARE FIRING OF WILD CANONS (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (< 3k)

The day they got married, the only piece of advice that Molly and Arthur imparted upon them was to never go to bed angry. That was clearly a waste of time, all things considered, because whenever they do fight, they go to bed fucking livid, as a matter of fact, and once, he even sleeps on Hermione and Ron’s couch ten nights in a row. By the eleventh, Hermione crosses her arms over her chest. ‘You’ve got children together, Harry,’ she reminds him. ‘So, get fuck off my sofa.’ (Or: Harry, Ginny and a crash course in conflict resolution.)

ROLL CALL (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Minerva McGonagall) (Castles universe) (<500)

(Drabble about McGonagall's reaction to Ginny missing her N.E.W.T.s exams in Castles)

SLIPPED (AND SAID SOMETHING SORT OF LIKE YOUR NAME) (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 10k)

Through all of it, Harry stands at the back of the room. He stares straight ahead, quiet, hands shoved deep inside the pockets of the Gryffindor jumper that someone’s lent him. Very few of his things are truly his, these days. The morning after they got back, Ginny watched him from her bedroom window, up at four o’clock in the morning. He walked out of the house like he didn’t want to be in it and burnt all the clothes that Hermione had packed months ago in her tiny, beaded bag. ‘It all smells like damp,’ he said. Like blood, like fear and like the war. (Or: Harry, Ginny, the kids, and the way they deal with the impact that Tom has had on their lives. Written for an anon Tumblr prompt. This is the one in which they award themselves a new start.)

SPRING ROLLS, PIZZAS AND CURRIES (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (<1k)

And Ginny, who asked why he couldn't sleep, that night, watched him puff cigarette smoke out the window. 'I'm nervous,' he said. 'I'm the one giving birth,' she laughed. 'What kind of father do you think I'll be?' (Or: Harry, a slice of domesticity, and fatherhood.)

SUNSHINE (Harry/Ginny) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (< 1k)

'I'm burning, aren't I? (Or: a drabble on the passage of time)

VICIOUS AS ROMAN RULE (Harry/Ginny) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 3k)

She will sit in the common room, at the table by the window, staring at the leaves, watching them turn golden - then stolen, by November and the winds - and she will wonder if the bruises, the sleeplessness and the fear have robbed her of her thoughts, the same way Tom did. (Or: Ginny’s Hallows in future tense)

WATCH (THE MINUTES TICK, TICK, TICK AND WE COULDN'T SAVE YOU) (Gen) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Multiple) (< 3k)

At this point, Voldemort can have it all. (Or: The Forest Again, viewed from the Great Hall.)

WE ONLY SAID GOODBYE WITH WORDS (I DIED A HUNDRED TIMES) (Gen) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Mia Williams) (Castles universe) (< 3k)

'It's okay,' she said. 'Don't be scared.' She felt stupid again - talking to herself. (Or: Mia in Paris. A short snapshot.)

THE WOLF'S JUST A PUPPY (AND THE DOOR'S DOUBLE-LOCKED) (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 5k)

'I would like to be seventeen,' Luna said - that slightly dreamy tone of hers, always. Sometimes, all they wanted, back then, was for a moment of peace that never came, for the scared, second-year boy that sat in the corner of the room with his arms wrapped around his knees, to finally stop crying. 'Here, it's for you,' Luna smiled, dropping the ring into Ginny's palm, a piece of gravel charmed to be mounted like a gemstone. It resembled the face of a horse. 'It's after your Patronus.' Ginny nodded, that night, tried to force a smile over her features, something that meant: thank you. She slipped the ring down the fourth finger of her left hand and thought of her Patronus. Thought of Harry, too. (Or: Harry, Ginny and the year after the war.)

LISTENING TO THAT ANGEL CHOIR (Fiona/Adam) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Wes Carter) (< 10k)

When Wes's childhood ends, it does so with a bang and no whimpers (Or: a lesson in resilience, and overcoming tragedies, by Wes Carter).

OF CHILDREN AND GHOSTS (Ros/Adam) (AU) (POV: Ros Meyers) (< 3k)

Wes looks so much like Adam he seems fake. (Or: fundamentally the exact same idea as the other fic, but written 10 years before when I didn't write as well lol)

CHILDREN (Martha/Clive) (Post-Canon) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Martha Costello) (< 150k)

'Whatever we are', she thinks, and it rings true, in her ear, like Billy's words used to when he called them 'the kids' and invented them as an item, as an 'us' bubbling under their skin. (Or: a finished 142k words tale that fixes everything. Post S3.)

DAISIES (Martha/Clive) (Post-Canon) (Canon Compliant) (< 4k)

Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence nonsensically battled against the wraths of a broken spaceship while the both of them fought for control over a bag of popcorn – she'd wanted to see 'I, Daniel Blake' and he'd pushed for 'La La Land' so at least, she laughed, a compromise had been reached. (Or: a bit of Clive/Martha fluff).

WHEELS ON A TRICYCLE (Martha/Clive) (Canon Era) (Canon Compliant & AU) (POV: Martha Costello)

A collection of Silk three-sentence stories, previously posted on tumblr.

TRUTH (Tommy/Grace ; Tommy/May) (Post S3 AU) (POV: Tommy Shelby) (< 10k)

‘Make us safe,’ Grace’s voice had ordered — Major Grace, the only one who outranks a Captain. (Or: an AU picture of how the space of time between S3 and S4 could have gone, written before S4.)

BEFORE (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Dramatics, Your Honor) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Will Gardner)

He used not to know her.

CANNONBALLS (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (AU) (POV: Will Gardner)

She says it's romantic because it didn't happen, that if it had, it would just have been life. He thinks she's uncharacteristically wrong because bad timing is exactly that: life, life getting in the way.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Will Gardner)

As soon as K's gone, he dials Alicia's cell anyway, but it goes straight to voicemail and he doesn't leave a message. He tries not to do that kind of thing anymore. (Kind of A/P if you want to think about it in those terms, although frankly, it is more of a sad A/W fic than anything else.)

DREAMS (Alicia Florrick/Finn Polmar) (Post 5x15) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Finn Polmar)

Sometimes, he's faster, better, presses harder on his wounds and he saves him. (Once!Universe, sort of.)

HORSES MADE OF STICKS (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (AU) (Post 5x15) (POV: Alicia Florrick)

We rode on horses made of sticks.

LITTLE WORDS (Multiple)

A collection of TGW three-sentence stories and other drabbles, previously posted on tumblr.

MISSING WILL (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Post 5x15) (Canon Conpliant) (POV: Multiple)

It’s the river that overflows, the water that splashes on the table as it slips through the cracks on a plastic glass. It’s in dreams and the pills, and the pills that kill the dreams and the awkward silence of birds waiting for a storm. It’s three shots, like thunder.

MISTAKES (Alicia Florrick/Finn Polmar) (Post 5x15) (AU) (POV: Finn Polmar)

He was about to leave, earlier, and that might have been a mistake. He started to move away from under her cheek but 'stay', she muttered, low against his chest. He did.

ONCE (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Georgetown Era) (POV: Will Gardner)

It happened once, a long time ago. They were kids and it didn't matter. (Somewhat hopeful post 4x19 fic).

THE THING THAT WILL LIKES (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Season 3) (POV: Will Gardner)

Fuck, he thinks, he really likes Alicia Florrick. (Morning after Closing Arguments.)

BEFORE THE SADNESS KILLS THEM BOTH (House/Cuddy)

Nobody lasts forever. Huddy. (Or: this was honestly written so long I've no idea what it's about)

BOXES (Jack/Sam)

Honestly, this is So Old, what are you doing here? I was 16.

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