#panville baby

[artofcrumbs]

Ollie Naptime

[jayzfort]

Remember that time? || Panville

Pairings- Pansy P. x Neville L. A/N- I'm feeling a tad bit overdramatic today, and yesterday I read a prompt about "signet rings" and may have gotten a somewhat angst-y idea. It has a happy ending, obviously.

Remember when you "almost" got married?

Neville was cleaning up the attic of their house when he came across a dusty old trunk. Brushing off some of the dust, he saw his wife's initials carved into the trunk, next to the Parkinson family crest. "Pansy Parkinson," it read.

"August?" he called out for his son. His 14-year-old son ran up to the attic, giving a visible shiver. "Why'd you shiver, son?" Neville asked, concerned.

"Nothing, just this place has always given me the haunts. I am sure that this house has a ghost that sings at night; Francesca told me," August said, causing Neville to let out a hearty laugh.

"I assure you, there's no ghost in the attic. Besides, shouldn't you be used to ghosts? After all, Hogwarts has ghosts," Neville said as he pulled up the trunk, which was quite heavy. "What did your mum put in here? It's so heavy," he muttered absentmindedly.

"Dad, I'm telling you, there's a ghost who sings at night. I've heard her, when I was five," August insisted, trying to get his dad to believe him.

"Honey, are you sure it wasn't just Francesca singing in the shower?" Neville said.

"I heard that!" came a voice from downstairs. It was his middle child, Francesca.

"Whoops," Neville said. "Aug, I need you to go downstairs and ask your mum for the key to this trunk. Also, call her here; she might want to give away some of the things inside."

"Got it, be right back," August said, racing to the living room of the Longbottom household to find his mother. "Mum?" he called out, but there was no answer. "MUM?" he called out louder.

"I'm here, baby," his mother called out from the study. When he entered, he saw his older sister, Francesca, complaining to their mother. "Thankfully, I don't need to hear him say that again, ever."

"Say what?" August asked his sister.

"You know, when Dad starts every Herbology class with one of us in it by announcing, 'I'd like to inform you that I'm only sleeping with one of the students' mothers in this class,'" Francesca replied. August scrunched his nose in disgust. His sisters, Alice and Francesca, had been on the receiving end of this "joke" from their dad since their first year, and he did not find it funny at all.

"It's really not as funny as he thinks it is," August told his mom and his sister.

Pansy just laughed. "Let him have some fun; he's getting old, you know," Francesca told her brother, which earned her a playful glare from her mum.

"He's not old; he's quite strong and fit for his age," Pansy said to her daughter.

"You're only saying that because you're a few months older than Dad, and if we say he's old, that makes you OLDER," August teased his mother.

"I miss having Alice around. At least she'd take my side," Pansy said, crossing her arms.

"Too bad, Mum. Your favorite twenty-year-old decided to pursue wand making in Australia for a year," Francesca said.

Just before they could complete their banter, Neville came down the stairs, carrying the old heavy trunk with ease, and placed it on the table, flexing his very prominent arm muscles. Francesca muttered, "Show off," to her dad, to which he just sent a lovable wink in her direction.

"See? I told you, he's more than fit for his age," Pansy said, smirking at her husband.

"Ew, Mum, stop, or else Alice wouldn't be your only kid off to Australia. Aug and I'll go off too," Francesca said.

"August, did you ask your mum for the keys?" Neville asked his son.

"What keys?" August replied. "Oh—the keys to the trunk, right. Hey, Mum, Dad found this old trunk of yours up in the attic. He wanted the keys to it," August asked his mum. Neville just rolled his eyes at his son.

"I'm telling you, they switched up kids in the hospital when he was born," Francesca told her dad, which earned her a shove from her brother.

"I haven't opened this trunk since we moved in here. Been like twenty-two years since that. I think I have the key somewhere," Pansy said, opening one of the drawers in the wooden desk. She got out a bunch of antique-looking keys. "Try one of these."

"Why don't you just use the Alohomora charm?" August asked.

"It's an ancestral trunk. My father used this trunk for—well, things we don't need to talk about. Although your grandmother cleared out most of the dark magic, the privacy charms were too strong, and it can only be opened by the key," Pansy explained.

"Isn't that how a regular muggle trunk works?" Francesca said. "You can open that trunk with a simple Alohomora; you can't open this with any of the charms that exist."

After Pansy opened the trunk, Neville gave her a look, a question of permission. She agreed. Neville rummaged through the trunk, finding old books, old cardigans, photo albums, sweaters, and jewelry.

"Hey Mum, what's this?" August asked, digging his hand deep into the trunk. He revealed a ring with a snake carved into the letter P. It was quite small, but August thought his mum was always on the shorter side, which was ironic because his father was quite tall.

"Ah, that's my family's signet ring," Pansy said, with a look of disgust.

"A what ring?" Francesca asked.

"A signet ring. Previously, the heir to a pureblood family was given a ring with the family's crest on it," Pansy explained.

"What significance did it have?" Francesca further enquired.

"Well, now it holds no significance, but back in my parents' generation, where arranged marriages were quite common, the man usually gave his signet ring or the family locket to his betrothed as a symbol of promise and love," Pansy explained, slowly rubbing her thumb over the signet ring.

"Weren't most of them just marriages of convenience where they'd have extramarital affairs of some sort?" August snorted. Francesca and Neville burst out laughing at this.

"Honestly, August, think before you speak—but yes, you're not entirely wrong. But think before you speak," Pansy scolded her son while trying to hide her smile.

"Dad, do you not have a signet ring?" Francesca asked, looking up at Neville. He shook his head.

"My Nan gave me the one my dad wore after the war when she saw me 'worthy' of it, but I seemed to have lost it in my early days of teaching at Hogwarts."

"She gave it to you because she wanted you to give it to Hannah Abbott as a symbol of promise when she was trying to set you up with her," Pansy said, rolling her eyes. Even after being married to Neville for twenty years, she was still very possessive of him. She knew that her husband was a war hero, that she had been on the wrong side, and that women of all ages tried to suck up to her Neville. She tried to act as if it didn't bother her, but it did. Neville always told her that he was always hers and no one else's, but Pansy would always say he had the best glow-up in history and that everyone was going to eye him up and down like a piece of meat.

"You're still jealous? Parks, I thought you'd be over that. It's been twenty-two years since that," Neville said, laughing affectionately, pulling his wife to sit on his lap.

"WAIT, what do you mean set you up with Ms. Abbott? The Leaky Cauldron's Hannah Abbott? You were supposed to marry her?" Francesca asked, not believing what she'd just heard.

"Free butterbeer for life, that sounds so cool. No offense, Mum," August said, as Pansy raised her eyebrow at him.

"What did you bring to the table, Mum, so much so that ol' Herbology Daddy Dearest here ran behind you instead of lovely Ms. Abbott?" Francesca asked. Pansy was super offended at this, but not in a bad way. She knew her kids loved teasing her, a trait they'd gotten from their father.

"It's not about what one brings to the table, Francie. It's about the love, it's about—" Neville started saying before August interrupted.

"I'll answer that for you, Francesca. Two words: ancestral inheritance. That's what Mum brought to the table."

"Are you calling me a gold digger, August Longbottom?" Neville asked his son.

"Indeed, yes, I am," he said, laughing and cackling.

"Ancestral inheritance, and probably the fact that he'd gotten Mum pregnant, which left them no choice," Francesca said.

"Honestly, you two are talking as if you're our parents, and not our children," Pansy said, getting up from Neville's lap, to which Neville made a pout at her.

"Well then, tell us, how exactly did Dad almost get married to someone else?" Francesca asked.

**************

Pansy had recently marked her fifth year of teaching at Hogwarts, which meant it had been six years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Those six years felt like six decades to her, as she had changed for the greater good, cutting off ties with her Death Eater father and helping her mother tip off the Ministry about his and several other Death Eaters' locations.

For Neville, he had just completed his first year of teaching at Hogwarts and knew he had found his forever passion. Within the first few months of teaching, he was unofficially crowned "Teacher of the Year" by the student body.

Between Pansy and Neville, there had been 'tension,' and not the bad kind—the kind where there's an unspoken agreement to leave any party together and wake up in the same bed the next day, only to pretend they were just colleagues until the next gathering. It was a full circle.

"Professor Longbottom? You've missed your morning mail," a fifth-year student said, interrupting the Herbology class with the second-year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

"Thank you, Mr. Cooper, but I'd be happy if you decided to knock next time," Neville said, smiling at the student. The student rubbed his hand behind his neck with embarrassment.

Neville tucked the letter safely into his pocket and resumed teaching the class.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Hogwarts, Professor Parkinson was brewing a potion. This didn't seem unusual for a Potions Master, but the potion was for a test—a pregnancy test. Pansy had suspected she was pregnant when she'd missed her period twice. She had assumed it was due to stress, but now she had a hunch.

She considered going to Madam Pomfrey because she would have the potion, and this wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten pregnant on the premises. But then she knew Madam Pomfrey would gossip about it to Madam Pince, to Madam Hooch, and then to the students. She decided it was safer to do it herself.

"Just two more minutes, and I'll have the result," she muttered as she gulped down the potion and waited.

"When my abdomen starts to glow golden, that means I'm with child. If it doesn't do anything, I'm not pregnant." She waited, glancing down at her stomach. She knew she was pregnant and who the father was.

Her abdomen started to glow with a very bright golden hue. Pansy didn't know how to feel. She was happy, yes, but she wasn't nervous because she knew she could care for this baby even if the father refused to.

"Well, I better let him know," she said, getting off the stool and walking towards the brighter side of Hogwarts, where the clink of her abnormally high heels was lost among the chattering of students and the chirps of the birds.

She went to the greenhouses. Neville hadn’t dismissed his class yet, but he saw her and came outside. "I have half an hour of class left," he said. "You could wait in my quarters."

So she went up to his quarters and started wandering around. "It’s much bigger than my quarters," she murmured. "He’s got an extra study attached." She entered the study and seated herself in the leather chair, noticing a letter and a box on the desk.

She tried hard not to open it, but the Slytherin in her thought, "Fuck it, I’m the mother of his child." She justified her actions and opened the letter.

"Dear Neville,

How have you been, dearest? Great Aunt Agatha was asking about you a few days back when she came around for tea. You’ll turn twenty-four within a few months, and I’m not getting any younger either. My last wish would be to see you with a wife.

Agatha suggested that she’d look into pureblooded families, although there are very few of them left. She thought it’d be best to keep it within. She has a friend whose great-niece was in your year. Lovely woman.

Miss Hannah Abbott? She’s the barmaid of the Leaky Cauldron.

I was a little doubtful, considering it’s not the most conventional career, but from what I’ve heard, she’s made the Leaky into a lush, green, welcoming lodge. I’m suggesting that you meet her soon. Not pressuring, but it’d be good to see you with someone nice.

Also, I found your father’s signet ring, which belonged to my husband, your grandad. I think when it’s time, you can give it to your someone special. If all goes well, maybe I’ll see Hannah wearing this by Christmas time?

All my love, Gran."

Pansy felt a pang of jealousy. Hannah Abbott was indeed pretty, a short blonde Hufflepuff who radiated innocence. Which guy wouldn’t like that? She didn’t know what got into her. She picked up the box holding the signet ring and stuffed it in her skirt pocket.

Running out of the study, she stood in front of the quarters instead of going in, to prevent suspicion.

"Parks, you could’ve waited inside. Nothing you haven’t seen before," Neville said, winking at the shorter woman. She huffed in annoyance and followed him inside, acting as if it were her first time back here today. "Your room is a lot larger than mine. Clearly, McGonagall played favorites," she muttered. He just laughed, undoing his tie a little and rolling up his sleeves.

"Perks of being a Herbology professor. But Sprout did have it all with yarn and patchwork pieces I had to clean," he said as he sat on one of the leather couches.

"What's that?" Pansy asked, pointing at his robe pocket, where the letter Neville had entirely forgotten about was tucked. The one his nan sent, probably 'sweetly' forcing him into a courtship with Hannah Abbott.

"Something my nan sent. Besides, you wanted to talk?" He focused on her.

"No, no, I can wait. Write back to her," she urged him. He got up, and she followed him into the study.

"Another letter?" she asked Neville as he sighed, sitting in the chair and reading it to himself.

"Dear Nev,

I spoke to the Abbott family. They are wonderful people, none of the pureblood superiority nonsense. They just want a strong, nice man for their only daughter.

Although they did remind me, she might be a little sensitive, considering she just got out of a courtship with one of the Oolong boys. I suggest you meet her tomorrow. She's coming around to Hogsmeade to look around the Three Broomsticks.

Love,

Gran"

"Abbott, huh? Sexy," Pansy whistled as she read the letter over Neville's shoulder. He looked at her, rolled his eyes, and said, "Privacy?"

She shook her head in response and asked, "Are you going to go? I mean—to Hogsmeade to meet Abbott?"

"I don't know," Neville said unsurely. "I think I should meet her. Gran and Great Aunt Agatha might stay away from my path then."

"I think you should. Abbott is lovely. She'd make you a lovely housewife with four wonderful little blondies and brunettes toddling around," Pansy said jokingly.

"Lovely? Parks, you realize that this is the same Hannah Abbott you bullied during our years at Hogwarts because she was 'curvier' than you were. You literally dunked her head in the girls' toilet," Neville said, amused.

"That was eight years ago. Besides, I'm much curvier now, and I'm a changed woman," Pansy scoffed.

"You know it shouldn't really bother you who's curvy and who's not. It doesn't really matter," Neville said, furrowing his eyebrows. The things he said made her go weak in her knees.

"Yada yada, Longbottom. Go on the date, score a pretty blonde. Besides, you're getting old. The Potters are expecting their first kid by February. You're hanging back," Pansy tutted, knowing deep inside how much she wanted him to NOT go.

"Parks, you're older than me. Aren't you hanging back?" Neville retorted.

"My friends haven't had kids yet. Well, everyone except Zabini. His wife gave birth to the HOTTEST kid alive, Caesar. And before you stop me, that kid is liquid fire, I'm telling you."

"So are you going to go?" she prompted.

"Do you want me to go?" he asked, stepping close to her.

"It's not what I want; it's what you want," she said.

"I want what you want."

"Excuse me?" she asked, surprised. Yes, she wanted him to not go, but this was sudden. She had loved Neville, and every moment she spent with him, she loved him more. But she refused to acknowledge that. She assumed she would end up co-parenting alongside Neville.

"You heard me. If you want me to go, I'll go," he said casually. Pansy was getting angry. She didn't know why, but she was. Hormones maybe? She was, after all, two months along.

"Go, I don't care," she said, turning on her heel and walking toward the door.

"Have you seen my ring?" he asked. As she turned back, he was frantically searching for the package that was hidden deep inside her skirt pocket.

"You're going to propose to her?" she asked.

"No, it's my dad's ring. Gran sent it over," he said, looking in the drawers. She took off her own signet ring from her ring finger, held his hand, and placed the ring in his palm.

"You can give this to her," she said as she walked away.

"Parks, that's not how it work—" Neville's voice was cut off by the thud of the door shutting.

***********

"Hannah, you seem amazing, but—" Neville started, but Hannah cut him off.

"But your heart resides with another," she said understandingly.

"Not exactly, but somewhat along those lines," he exhaled.

His mind was running with thoughts of the short Potions professor, how she had avoided him for the entire day without even telling him the 'important' thing she wanted to share in the first place.

"Pansy, right? Parkinson," Hannah said. Neville looked confused. "Your heart, it belongs to Pansy. You love that woman," she said, smiling.

"I guess so. How'd you figure?" he asked, intrigued.

"You're preventing blood flow to your pinkie because of her ring. Besides, her giving you the Parkinson signet is a way of telling you that she will forever love you, no matter what."

Oh. Neville didn't know that.

"Hey, Abbott, I have to go," he said, getting up and throwing some coins on the table, then frantically running to the castle, drawing several looks from students visiting Hogsmeade that weekend.

Neville knocked on Pansy's door. "Parks, come on, open up, please."

"Honestly, can't a woman rest? I'm fatigued, Professor Longbottom," Pansy said sternly as she opened the door, dressed in her nightgown.

"The ring," Neville panted. Pansy thought he had figured out that she had nicked his signet ring from his office.

"What ring?" she replied nonchalantly.

"Your family ring. What does it mean? The custom," he questioned.

"Oh, something along the lines of promise, true love," she said.

"And you gave yours to me when I couldn't find mine. What does that mean?" Neville asked.

"It could mean two things: either I'm a very good friend who wants you and Abbott to get engaged, or it could mean that I will love you no matter who else you love," she said monotonously, as if she hadn't just potentially confessed her love for Neville.

"You what—wait, let me just rewind. You just said you love me? Is that right, Parkinson? Well, fifty percent chance," Neville asked, slowly regaining his composure.

"Yes, I might. Big deal," she said. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. These maternity potions have been taking my energy off," she said, closing the door.

After two seconds, Neville realized what she'd just said. "You're pregnant?"

"Why else would I be taking maternity potions? Oh, also, it's yours. The child. You're the father," she replied, shocking Neville once again.

"What? Wow. You're not scared? I mean, I'm really happy. I'd love to be part of this. Let me help you in any way. This is great news, Pansy," he rambled.

"Nev, the best help you can give right now is probably to allow me to get some rest. Also, you could get me those herbal tea leaves you have in your quarters, and then maybe you'd like to join me in here?" Pansy questioned, the last part tinting her cheeks red.

Neville nodded and took off to his room.

"Wait, are you still on with Abbott?" Pansy asked.

"I left her midway so I could come here, so I don't think so," Neville replied.

"That's great, not the leaving her alone part, though. You've got to apologize."

***************

"Wait, so you stole my signet ring?" Neville asked his wife, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Wow, he's really getting old, huh? Mum's mentioned that probably eight times, and he asks her that question," August whispered to his sister, causing her to giggle.

"I heard that, August Longbottom," Neville said, not looking away from his wife, who was now avoiding the question.

"Come on, Dad, it's been like twenty years. Bet you forgot about the ring before this," Francesca reasoned.

"I did think about it. When I wanted to propose, I had to get Gran's ring, which wasn't really modern-looking," Neville told her.

"I love your Gran's ring. Besides, if you want the signet ring back so bad, I'll get it for you," Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

"Sometimes it's hard to believe that I am her son, y'know?" August piped up as Pansy left to get her jewelry box.

"Because you're not. You're adopted. In fact, on a rainy day, we found you outside the house," Francesca teased her brother.

"Doesn't rain during March, genius," Neville said, shaking his head.

"Here, take your lovely signet back, Longbottom," Pansy said, handing it back to him, probably after twenty years.

"Honey, it was always yours to keep, but I'd have been happier to give it to you myself," Neville said, hugging his wife.

"When I found out I was pregnant with Alice, I thought you wouldn't want to be part of her life, considering you had the fame, and women, and men running behind you. So, I took it as a keepsake for Alice," Pansy whispered.

"I'm hurt you'd think that. I love you, Pansy Parkinson. I always will."

"Nev?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Longbottom now," she said, rising up on her tiptoes and kissing him.

"And here I thought you'd say you love me too," Neville said, laughing.

"If she didn't, neither one of us would be here," August said, causing everyone to laugh.

"Also, I think we should give the ring to Alice, considering it was nicked for her," August continued.

"She has her whole life left to give a promise to the one she really loves," Neville said, getting a little overprotective.

"Yeah, she could give it to Fred," Francesca said. Pansy and Neville gave her a confused look. "Come on, it's been like five years since they've been together. Who do you think is her roommate back in Australia? Fred Weasley the second."

"Nev? I think we need to have a talk with Alice once she's home again," Pansy said after a while.

"And I need to talk with Fred," he replied.

August and Francesca gave each other a knowing look, realizing they'd just thrown their sister under the bus.

[jess-abella]

Pansy and Neville go baby shopping 🛍️💛

Hi 👋

I’ve been attempting to make fan art again 😅

This time it’s Panville inspired by the characterisations in “His Little Minx” by @daisiesnotroses on AO3

I just love a proud, protective Alpha Neville with a Bratty, Pregnant Omega Pansy!

I’ve also included a version with a Parisian background below because I can imagine Pansy loving shopping for all her clothes in places like Paris and Milan.

Anyway. I hope you love the art. Be sure to check out the fic link and give daisiesnotroses some love 🌸💛

Jess_abella

[zeebee3]

AO3 tag game

Thank you for tagging me @so-scarlett-maroon!

How many works do you have on AO3? 43

What's your total AO3 word count? 926,285

What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter (at least nowadays)

Top five fics by kudos:

(All are Dramione and rated explicit)

You Do It For Me- WIP, currently 44 chapters and 200+k. 8th year, Draco learns that Hermione has never had an orgasm, so offers to help her. It's a story of who-fell-first/who-fell-harder, lazy river romance and friend group hangs. Lots of games, banter, and yet somehow still basically pure smut.

Would You Rather - The first smutty one (ahem four)-shot I ever wrote! 4 chapters, 14.5k, complete. Draco antagonizes Hermione into playing 'would you rather' while working on a joint assignment in the library. He doesn't think women wank and Hermione decides to prove him wrong.

A Good Landing- 2 chapters, 14.5k, complete. The five times Hermione accidentally sat on Draco's lap, and the one time she meant to. Post-Hogwarts, friend group hijinks, and Hermione has a secret piercing.

It Was A Sunny Day- One-shot, 7.4k, complete. Auror Hermione needs help retrieving a memory from a mission she went on. Auror Draco is sent to use legilimency to retrieve it. This is entirely an excuse for me to write legilimency smut, feat accidental stimulation, dry humping/cockwarming, and a successful assignment.

Baby, Anytime You're Ready, I'm Yours - 11 chapters, 27k, complete. Post-Hogwarts intermixing Slytherin-Gryffindor friend group goes on a weekend holiday. Draco is in love but Hermione thinks they're just best friends. Rom-com vibes, found family vibes, and one of my favorite scenes I've ever written 🤭

Do you respond to comments? I really, really try my best! It's hard to stay on top of them sometimes but I've made so many friends via my comment section and it's such a fun place to interact with the fandom! But it's a time commitment and sometimes I get super behind 😭

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Disturbingly Capable. It has an open-ending and that's usually pretty angsty, plus it's a Death Eater Draco/Order Member Hermione fic so that's always a little angsty. Ooh either that or A Gentle Haunting, which is a retelling of Ginny's possession by Riddle's diary.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest endings? Most of my fics have happy endings so it's hard to decide which is happiest. But possibly one of the ones that ended in proposals? Those were super sappy/happy (Just The Lightest Touch (Hinny), An Indecent Proposal (Panville)). OH or Kindling. That one ends with Draco ending his five years agonized pining, so he's pretty freaking happy.

Do you get hate on fics? Not that I've seen (and I sure don't look for it). I get comments softly demanding things sometimes but none that are aggressively rude or hurtful. I've been super lucky to have the nicest, most supportive readers 🥹🫶

Do you write smut? It's arguably the only thing I write 🙃

Craziest crossover? I've never written a crossover, though I'm currently writing a Formula One crossover so I guess that one!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah, a few times that I've been informed of (and thank you to the detectives out there who spot them!). So far, they've always been Drarryified which is, frankly, hilarious to me since Harry and Hermione are NOT a one-for-one replacement, nor is Drarry Draco anything like Dramione Draco imo. But I digress.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! You Do It For Me is being translated into Chinese here, which is very cool.

Have you ever co-written a fic? No, but I've co-planned a fic and one day we shall write it!!!!

All time favorite ships? Dramione is creeping up as my top favorite, but Drarry is a close second. Dreomione is also a delight. I'm a sucker for rare pairs, too, and will pretty much read any pairing once.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you will? Look. I can't let myself doubt it. It has to be finished. AND IT WILL BE. (I'm looking at you, Balance & Oppose 🥹🫶). I do have a veritable fuckton of unfinished wips in my drafts though, none of which have ever been posted, so I'm sure one of them in there will never actually be finished. But again...I'll never say never.

What are my writing strengths? What I find easiest to write are smut scenes, relationship dynamics, dialogue, and carrying the flow. Are those what I'm strongest in? idk man.

What are your writing weakness? Having any fcking idea where a story is going before I start, and therefore inevitably leaving loose threads along the way.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I don't mind reading it as long as the context around it makes sense, but if it's a full convo that I need to check the end notes for, it's less enticing.

First Fandom that you wrote in? Mistborn

Favorite fic(s) you've written? Balance & Oppose is the fic I put the most effort into and for that, it always has a top spot in my heart. You Do It For Me is my favorite of fics I'm actively writing. And my favorite completed fic is probably There's Nobody Like You (BlaisexRon) or Say Please (tattoo artist Draco).

If you made it to the end, I admire your tenacity! 👏🏻

I'm tagging @smolbangs, @goldenbuckyyy, @willowingscribe, @sultrynuns, @youhavemyswordandmybow (if tag games aren't you're thing, no worries!)

[aurorasleeps-27]

Master fic list!

I am still a baby writer but here are the things I've written so far!

drabbles

drarry drabble #1 aka the enemy law drabble

drarry drabble #2 aka 'reflections'

azris drabble #1 (tw, mcd)

one-shots

starlight, a dreo one shot with creature vibes, angsty and a bit feral and bloody

instinct, a dramione one shot with feral, veela!draco

pretty plaything (ask me nicely), a dramione oneshot with open relationship dynamics, a dash of draco/blaise, and soft sub!draco

pretty boy, a short panville oneshot with domme pansy

purple velvet, a wolfstar oneshot

multi-chapter fics

our sweet decline, my longest fic, currently a wip at >180k words, dramione with toxic!draco, lots of angst and a mystery plot

free use love, a PWP dramione fic featuring a married, coworkers dramione and seven days of sex

[grandmanightmarerealm]

I wrote a mini Panville/Dramione fic. I didn't have anyone to share it with, so here you go, Tumblr.

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"The pressure to give your children hideous names is a very bizarre Pureblood trait. I really feel for Walburga Black, if she'd had a different name, perhaps she wouldn't have been so vile."

"Don't I know it," Pansy replied darkly from the St. Mungos examination table, "I was almost Crocus. Luckily, Mama sold my halmeoni on Pansy instead. I think even Papa was relieved, but he would have done anything his mother said. Speaking of, you know Draco is absolutely doing the same thing, right?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, a hand on her ever-growing stomach, "I'd never subject my son to the name Scorpius. Draco and I had enough troubles growing up with our unusual names. Narcissa won't win that fight."

Neville's eyes darted between the two women anxiously and he cleared his throat, "Does, uh.. does Hermione know, Pans?"

"I think that's really Draco's hex to take, wouldn't you say?"

"What?" Hermione looked suspicious and Pansy waved her off.

"Not to worry, just a little gamble we made with Narcissa when we were younger. It's really only of consequence if I end up ever having twins. Which is a slim chance, considering I absorbed my twin in the womb. Papa said he thinks I didn't want to share the spotlight," she grinned and Neville stared at her.

"You terrify me sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" Hermione muttered, while she waved her wand over Pansy's baby bump to begin diagnostics, "Anyway, what was the wager?"

"If I end up having twins, Draco has to name his first son Scorpius."

Hermione nearly dropped her wand.

"You didn't think to mention this at all in the last six months?" she demanded, leveling her best friend with a glare.

"Like I said, Draco's wheelhouse. Besides, what are the chances?"

"Pretty high, all things considered," Neville mumbled.

"You do have a remarkable breeding kink, love, but I'm not sure you necessarily managed twins on the first try," Pansy smirked, patting her husband's arm as he turned bright red.

"Sweetheart, I thought we talked about announcing private information in public."

"It's just Hermione, she's literally my OB and my best friend, it's not as though she doesn't know we've been having sex. Besides, she's up the duff as well, I wouldn't be surprised if Draco's the same way."

The curly headed witch turned away to hide her pink cheeks, "Getting back on topic, hopefully Narcissa won't hold Draco to that particular bet."

"Unlikely, he made an Unbreakable Vow."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She was going to murder her husband tonight.

"Hermione, relax. This was back in 6th year, when we still thought Draco and I would end up married. We were on Christmas hols and drunk. I think she came up with the whole thing to distract us from all the trauma," Pansy looked at her husband, brushing back a strand of her black hair, "Do you think Narcissa has a kink for the Unbreakable Vow?"

Neville, with his endless patience, replied in a tired kind of way, "Considering her son was involved in both instances, I think we can rule it out."

"Hm. Still odd that it's happened twice."

"If you're quite done ruminating on my mother-in-law's bedroom preferences."

Neville looked at the magical pregnancy diagnostics hovering over his wife's abdomen and a slow, very Slytherin smile graced his features.

"Pansy, I'd like you to meet your godson, Scorpius Malfoy," Hermione said a little ruefully.

"Really? I thought you just said-"

"Yes, well, I really don't fancy being a single mother. Looks like Narcissa wins this round. Congratulations, Pansy Longbottom. You're expecting twins."

Pansy's face paled and she examined the two magical signatures for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears. Neville wrapped his long arms around her shoulders, grinning ear to ear.

Hermione smiled as Pansy started laughing through her tears.

"Would you like to know?" The couple nodded in unison and Hermione's smile widened, "Both girls, both healthy, both showing a lot of magical potential. I'm so happy for you both. You're going to be wonderful parents."

"I guess you won our bet, you'll be getting the plant names you wanted," Pansy said, wiping her face.

"Seriously? Do all Purebloods do this?"

Pansy ignored Hermione's indignation, hiccuping and still swiping away tears, "Just anything but Crocus."

"I'll come up with something better, I promise," Neville held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.

"Is this a joke?" Hermione asked, running a hand through her curls in bewilderment.

Neville looked up at her seriously, "I never joke about plants."

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hey, Mar! Since you've reblogged my post about the ask game, I thought I'd give it a shot.

I've read a lot of your amazing fics, but the first one was Echoes in Eternity and I will always love it, so I wanted to ask numbers 2,3 and 17 about that one.

Answer what you're comfortable with and have a nice day!

Hi!

Oh my god Echoes in Eternity my beloved first jump into fanfiction as an adult. My hiatus child. My forgotten baby in the corner. Actually this might bring me back to it. Let's go have a snoop!

2- What is your favorite paragraph from EoE? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?

I actually got a little stuck with this story a while back, and introducing Panville gave me so much energy and passion. This passage (the first paragraph, but the entire thing actually) is still vividly imprinted in my brain. I would write it very differently now, but I think you start to see my special voice come through here, and it’s really special to me 🥹.

3- What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

For EoE, I planned so much. I have 2 entire notebooks of information about gladiators and gladiators fights and working in the roman army. I read Gladius: The World of the Roman Soldier, The Gladiators - Historical Novel: A Tale of Rome and Judea, and I read a book about ancient fighting techniques. I’ve never really used much of it, because I ended up not expanding in the way I thought I might do, but the entire gladiator/werewolf system was fully fleshed out before I even started the story. I started researching in June and started writing in September. I have… so many notes on the Hogwarts Gladiator system, I could write a “The world of EoE” sidefic.

I think I really had this illusion of grandeur when I started, that it would be a book in 3 parts, and I just didn’t think that I’d… lose interest? I easily read big fics (150K+) and kind of thought that EoE would be that, and that I would spend a LOT more time in the Dome having Hermione really get into the ranks and the entire system. But then I just wasn’t really… I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to finish, that I would lose interest too fast, so I made a few changes. I still plan on finishing the last 2 chapters, half of one is already written. But it’s hard to wrap up a story you’re no longer fully involved in, especially when you know there are a lot of people waiting for that update. I don’t want to disappoint, so I’d rather take my time.

17- What does your editing process look like?

I have a lot of flaws as a writer, but my two main ones is that I don’t know how to write a satisfying ending (finishing anything is not a habit of mine), and that I don’t know how to write a scene either. 

I often tend to write the entire dialogue, with the most basic, boring stage direction “he looks”, “he shrugs”, “he turns”, and then I go back and try to make it bearable for you guys. 

Green and I also tend to send each other bits and pieces of stuff and go “does that even make sense”, because we tend to get lost in metaphors.

I also put a lot of placeholders because I’m French and can’t always remember the word I’m looking for.

And sometimes I have stuff like this and it’s up to me to then remember what the hell I was talking about:

Scene : “You think I didn’t know about your sneaking into my library?” “Library?” “Books.”

But generally speaking I’ll sit down, write the entire draft of the next chapter in one go, and then spend either hours, days or weeks adding in the forms to make it pretty.

Thank you for the ask and for bringing me back to Echoes 🥹 my beloved forgotten child.

[lucigoo]

Harry Potter Fic Rec List

So, here I will add all of the amazing Harry Potter fics I adore. NGL, most are Wolfstar, but there are others in there so I hope you like at least one, they all deserve love 💖💖💖

And as always, if its your fic, or you know whos let me know so i can @ them, they all deserve to be recognised!

The Moonlit River - JBankai89 (Harry/Draco)

You Moony Promise? - Ginger_Snappp (Regulus/James/Lily, Sirius/Remus)

Remus and His Rider - Writer_INFJ_2w1 (Sirius/Remus)

A Panville Christmas - Ginger_Snappp (Neville/Pansy)

You can't do magic, the muggles are watching - GeekMom13 (Sirius/Remus)

Of Minibikes and Coolness - Seekerofknowledge3119 (Sirius/Remus, little Hermione/Harry)

Flying with Broken Wings - Shiyaki - Harry Potter + Walking dead (Harry/Daryl Dixon)

Dadfoot & Moomy - Daisy_space (Sirius/Remus)

A Month in the Life of Sad Spinster Sirius Black: In Which He Unwittingly Stars in a Sexy Mechanic Soft Porno (except, not really) - cmajalis, dustmouth, epithalamium, nerakrose, rscollabmods (Sirius/Remus)

Finders, Keepers - varsavia (Sirius.Remus)

The Haven Hotel - NikiAlex03 (Sirius/Remus)

The Bump - Anonymous (Sirius/Remus, Mpreg)

i want your midnights - raggedypond (Regulus/James, prequel to the below fic)

they will tell you now you're the lucky one - raggedypond - Harry Potter (Regulus/James, SMAU)

seeing you tonight (it's a bad idea, right?) - raggedypond - Harry Potter (Marlene/Dorcas) A werewolf's little human slave - Moon_Stars (Writer_INFJ_2w1) - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, smut with plot, watch the tags)

Where the Silence Began - brandileigh2003 - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Prequel to an amazing series)

and you don't want to know me (i will just let you down) - raggedypond (Evan/Barty)

An Infinte Ocean - orphan_account (Sirius/Remus) Signs Between Us - brandileigh2003 @brandileigh2003 (deaf Remus, traumatised Sirius and just an amazing little one shot to her bigger fic) good lookin’ - Anonymous - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, faous Siirus coming out, crack fic, its fun) Brother - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Gen fic with Fred reunitig with his siblings in th afterlife, its lovely) The Life In Your Years - FivePips - Harry Potter (Sirius/remus, Muggle Au, its so good) A study of Teddy and Sirius - BayleyWinchester (Sirius/Remus getting together, Sassy Teddy for the win lol) Under the Influence - shantismurf - Harry Potter (Harry/Draco, its cute and fun and the kids are funny) sway through the crowd (to our empty space) - littleoldrachel (Sirius/Remus, Autistic,trans Remus and dancer on Stirctly Sirius, watch the tags but its amazing!)

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers - poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal) - (Sirius/Remus, Wolfstar raising Harry is one of my fav tropes. muggle Au)

Au Pif - YumeNouveau, sreka - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, misunderstandings, mutual pinning and Wolfstar being idiots, the way we love them. Its very cute) The Daily Grind: Black Coffee - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Sirius doing Orion's bidding and somehow stumbling upon his found family)

Text Talk - Chapter 1 - merlywhirls - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus, Probably oe of the more well known Marauders text fics, and for good reason) wading in waist-high water - Chapter 1 - colgatebluemintygel - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus, Wolfstar and British Bake off, perfect!) How Teddy Lupin Became an Amateur Arsonist - moonscone - Harry Potter - (Sirius'/Remus, this is so precious and Teddy is amazing) Vigil Strange I Kept - whitmans_kiss - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus - established relationship and the realities of Remus being a older werewolf. Angsty but HEA) Petty (With A Prior) - lunchbucket - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus - Funny muggle au, its cute)

Lupine - BayleyWinchester - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus - adorable muggle au and as always Teddy is star of the show)

How to Get Rid of Sirius Black - Cylyxa - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus - Another fic where Teddy is star of the show and he doesnt like Sirius ....) Puppy Magic - DemonBanisher, thefifthmarauder17 - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Remus' trauma is beautifully portrayed, as well as he fight with himself to do his best by Teddy)

Unusual Circumstances - ThatFilmGraduate - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Sirius doesnt want to go home. It's Remus job to fetch him, the banter and sexual tension is delicious) I didn’t sign up for this - Moonystoastandmarsbars - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, kid fic, the kids are all so precious, especially little Leo)

an endless sky of honey - colgatebluemintygel, pjxckson - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus, a persephone/Hades retelling. The story is beautiful and the art is amazing) Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers - poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal) - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, one of my fav muggle Au fics) Summary:

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and… Let's Play Pretend - MsAlexWP - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle Au and fake dating, whats not to love?) Summary: After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all.

i've loved you in a million different ways - dotty456 - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus, this is one of my fav Hogwarts-No voldy fics ever)

Summary: An everybody lives fanfic that follows the Marauders from before their first year to the end of Hogwarts - may include mentions of their children/marriages and future stuff because I can. Dumbledore is a douchebag, Voldemort doesn't exist and the Black cousins join together before the elder Blacks start burning that damn family tree. One Flash Of Light, But No Smoking Pistol - Ludo_ten - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Zombie Au)

Summary: Nov 1981: Sirius wakes up hungover in a stranger's bed when an emergency radio broadcast warns of a viral outbreak and instructs everyone to stay inside.

Isolated and homeless, Sirius has no choice but to reconcile with his estranged brother. Their uneasy alliance plants the seeds for buried family secrets to surface. Together, they venture .

[sailtomarina]

Common room

Neville always got up early, a necessity he’d long attuned to as a one who tended living, growing things. Every gardener knew to water while the air and soil were still cool from night’s reprieve and to harvest produce while dew still clung to the leaves. Even if he kept the occasional odd hour tending oddities by the moon’s light, his body still woke him up at the same hour.

He noticed she took tea in the early hours of each day, long before their peers had begun to awaken, long before anyone but him had any interest in moving about at the start of their day. Pansy Parkinson sat at the large window of the eighth-year common room sipping her tea already dressed in silver and green, not a hair out of place.

Every morning, her eyes turned to follow him as he charted his course across the carpet.

Every morning, she’d raise a single brow to his nod.

Every morning after several hours spent in the greenhouses, he’d return for breakfast in the Great Hall. Pansy never showed. She didn’t show up for any meals.

This morning, he changed directions to head straight for Pansy where she sat in her tufted armchair.

“Why don’t you ever join us to eat?”

His voice sounded too loud in the silence of the otherwise empty room. Neville felt awkward standing before her in his work boots, a leather apron slung over his arm. She, in turn, ran her eyes over him from scuffed boots to uncombed hair. The teacup she held looked fragile in her slender hand, but didn’t make a sound when she turned to place it gently atop its saucer.

“Nobody wants to see me there.”

Pansy said the sentence in such a matter-of-fact way that he wanted to immediately refute her. She watched him patiently, allowing him to muse over her words and consider the truth of them.

He realized she was right.

There was no denying the way the other students treated her. The best of them only spoke to her when necessary. Most ignored her. Far too many refused to let her forget the way she’d offered Harry up to save her own skin.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

The Pansy of old who’d laughed with his bullies peeked out, curling a lip with her response. “And why would you want to do that? Do you feel sorry for me, Longbottom?”

“Nobody deserves to be alone.”

Neville knew what it was like to be alone. If he wasn’t bullied, he was ignored or overlooked. It was only thanks to luck and a few close friends that he’d survived until now. Forget about the snake and the sword and his recent bout of attention. He still felt alone and he wanted to help Pansy Parkinson.

“I do.” She glanced away from him with her admission of guilt.

“No, you don’t.” And without waiting for her permission, Neville sat down across from her.

Her lips thinned into a straight line as she turned to glare at him, but he held her stare. He’d friended Hermione Granger, after all, and survived her legendary temper.

His refusal to back down seemed to surprise her, the tension in her body relaxing just as quickly as it had appeared. She slumped back into her seat, and with a roll of her eyes and a swish of her wand, a second teacup appeared next to hers.

“Well, go on then. We can’t keep your flowers waiting.”

The smile he gave her brightened his entire face, one that had lost its baby fat and might even be called strikingly handsome. Pansy found herself unable to peel her eyes away from him as he proceeded to drink his tea in one gulp. The muscles in his bare forearms tensed and a scent distinctly warm and inviting wafted over her when he leaned down to place the used china on the table. She swallowed hard, pressing fingers deep into her thigh.

His eyes flickered up to meet hers and he smirked.

“No, Pansy, we certainly cannot.”

WC 682

I’ve been trying hard to get into my own Panville headspace thanks to a couple of fests. I hope you enjoy!

Twitter prompt from PanvillePrompts

[byrainchance]

Panville // NSFW // WC: 560- for @daydreamsstory

"Tell me how you want me."

Neville grins, shucks his t-shirt over his head.

"You gonna be a good girl today?"

She flicks him a coy glance, rolls one shoulder back.

"Maybe."

Neville rakes his fingers along the sides of her thighs, takes a steadying breath.

"Hands above your head."

There's a rebellious flicker across her face, but after a moment's consideration, Pansy stretches her arms up, arches her spine like a cat.

Her body is like a present for him to unwrap, and reverently, his palms slide into the dip of her belly, along the softness underneath the cage of her ribs. When his fingers slip under her shirt to pinch her nipples already hard, she moans. Her eyes flutter closed.

"Look at me."

Blue eyes snap back to his face, pupils blown.

His fingers clamp harder, and she writhes impatiently against him. Neville smirks, tugs his hands back. She gives an affronted little huff, and he grips her thighs, tugs her flush against his lap.

She's far too pleased by this, a self-satisfied little smirk on her face, so he reaches to swat her cunt, right where she's pressed against him.

"Be. Still."

Her body is practically vibrating with the tension of want, but she stills.

"Kiss me then," she whines.

"Ask nicely."

"Please, Daddy. Kiss me."

She knows he can never resist that, and he dips forward to claim her mouth. She whimpers softly, arching up to press her body against his.

He pulls away, replaces his mouth with two large fingers.

"Suck."

She swirls her tongue languidly, a smile on her just-bitten lips. His cock twitches, trapped between them. 

She's so fucking gorgeous like this, gagging herself on his fingers. He wants to watch her looking up at him while she gags herself on his cock, but he also wants to hear her scream as he takes her from behind.

It's almost unfair, being this spoilt for choice.

"Hands and knees," he decides. 

She grins and arranges herself slowly, rolling her spine and glancing back over her shoulder.

"Like this?" she asks, doe-eyed with false innocence.

He grips her hips, tugging down her knickers. Then he shoves his sweatpants down, lines himself up along her wet, tight slit. 

"Like this." He fists a hand tight in her hair; she mewls and arches back, mouth open. He jerks his hips forward, thrusting hard until he bottoms out.

"Fuck, Pans." He groans, as she lets out a low, keening sound and clenches tight around him. The urge to move outweighs the urge to tease her, so he plows forward, meeting her impatient pace.

She gasps his name, her voice wild, and he releases her hair so he can wrap an arm around to pull her up against his chest.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

"Please," she sobs, her small hand gripping desperately to his arm.

He snakes his hand to her clit. 

"Let go, sweetheart."

She does— trembling underneath him, clamping tight. He only manages a few more strokes before following, rumbling a groan into her shoulder.

They flop heavy, boneless into the sheets, and Pansy curls tight around his back, winding a possessive leg around his middle. 

"Was it alright?" Neville asks, stealing her hand to kiss each little finger.

"Mhm," she smiles into his neck, "but my turn to be Mommy next time."

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[jayzfort]

Remeber that time? || Panville

Pairings- Pansy Parkinson x Neville Longbottom This is the second short yet not so short drabble, these aren't written in order, and can be read as standalones. In this one, Neville and Pansy, "try" to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary, on christmas eve, but parental duties just seem to be piling up, so much so that they don't have any time to spare.

Remeber when we tried to celebrate our anniversary?

Evenings in the Longbottom household were a study in tranquility, but not the eerie silence Pansy had grown accustomed to in her childhood. Here, the quiet was comforting, with the couple nestled on their sofa, Pansy's head resting on her husband's shoulder as he delved into a book. Meanwhile, their three children—Alice, Francesca, and the youngest, August—were scattered across the carpet.

Alice engrossed herself in a tome from her father's study, while Francesca and August engaged in a heated game of wizard's chess. Despite being three years younger, August seemed to be trouncing his sister. Their seventeen-year-old, Alice, glanced at her parents and remarked, "Your seventeenth anniversary is coming up soon."

"You can shoot me on the day I forget," Neville quipped, his eyes still fixed on his book. Pansy playfully nudged his arm.

"Do you two have any plans? Something romantic?" asked Francesca, the fourteen-year-old. Meanwhile, eleven-year-old August gagged at the mention of romance, deep in his "the opposite gender is a contagious disease" phase.

"Aug, you're gagging now, but in a few years, you'll be chasing after some girl, begging for romance," Alice teased her brother, earning a loving laugh from Pansy.

"Mum, any plans?" Francesca persisted. "Hannah Abbott was saying Dad was quite the romantic in his younger days. Did you have romantic anniversaries?"

Neville coughed uncomfortably at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, trying to change the subject, but Pansy reassured him with a comforting pat on the arm.

"He's more of a hopeful romantic," Pansy chuckled. "But we haven't properly celebrated an anniversary since Francie was born. It became even harder with Auggie along the way. Although we did have a few moments when Alice was a baby. People offered to babysit, but our hearts just wanted us all together."

"Francie and Auggie, the romance ruiners," Neville interjected with a smile. "I remember you two pulling me away whenever I tried to steal a kiss from your mum. And you, Auggie, were no less innocent, always glued to your mum's hip and crying every time I got near."

"I told you we should've given them up for adoption. You never took a seven-year-old's opinion seriously," Alice quipped, earning a playful tug on her hair from August.

"Nev, dear?" Pansy called, drawing her husband's attention away from their children. He hummed in acknowledgment, pulling her closer in a tender embrace.

"Do you remember when we tried to celebrate our tenth anniversary?" she asked, catching the children's attention with intrigue. "What do you mean 'tried'?" Francesca inquired eagerly.

On the twenty-fourth of December, Neville and Pansy finally decided to steal a moment for themselves and celebrate their anniversary with a quiet dinner at a charming Italian restaurant nearby. However, as fate would have it, parental duties refused to give them a break. Their three-year-old, August, was cranky with an ear infection and a nasty cold.

"Mama, I don't feel good," August whimpered, seeking comfort from his mother, who was engrossed in the latest edition of Witch Weekly. Pansy immediately scooped him up, her heart aching at his distress, and carried him out to the front porch where Neville was tending to the plants.

Meanwhile, Neville found himself in the midst of his own battle with his two daughters, aged nine and seven. Both were vying for his attention, their constant bickering wearing on his nerves. He adored his girls but wished for a moment of peace to hear them out without the arguments.

Surveying the watering can in his hand and the squabbling girls before him, Neville made a snap decision. Without a second thought, he doused both of them with water. "DAD, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Alice protested, while Francesca shot him a glare.

"Now that you're done arguing, care to tell me why you're out here?" Neville asked with a charming smile, trying to suppress his amusement at their soaked state.

"We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie complained, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. In reality, her birthday had been just three weeks prior, but she hadn't received a gift yet due to the busy household.

Neville dried Francie's hair with a towel, "We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie lamented, her expression adorned with puppy-dog eyes. In truth, her birthday had only passed three weeks prior, but the absence of a gift was undeniable.

Pansy had made promises, but the household's bustling errands had left little time for birthday shopping. "Yes, lovebug, we'll get you a present. What did you have in mind?" Neville inquired, gently drying her hair with a towel. "Dragon-hide Quidditch gloves, especially the red ones I adore. My old pair is completely worn out," Francie replied, her excitement evident.

Sighing heavily, Neville contemplated the cost of Quidditch gloves. Though he never played the sport himself, he understood their expense, given his friends' involvement. Despite Pansy's jests about their financial security – "Honey, you landed yourself a pureblooded witch, the sole heir; it's like winning the lottery" – Neville was wary of spoiling their children. He didn't want them to expect everything handed to them on a silver platter.

However, considering it was a birthday gift for their vivacious Francesa, he relented. "I'll discuss it with your mother, alright?" he proposed, eliciting a happy nod from his daughter.

Then, turning to Alice, who was still grumpy and shivering, he cast a warming charm on her and handed her a towel.

"Now, Miss Alice Longbottom, what's on your wishlist?" he inquired. She huffed, mentioning a book, "Ferdalland's Creek," specifically the new Christmas edition that would soon be unavailable.

"You can read any book in my study," Neville suggested, hoping to sway her. But Alice wasn't convinced. "Dad, all your books are about plants or herbology," she protested, unaware of the irony.

Neville, hurt by her disdain for his beloved subject, reminded her that plants and herbology was the reason they had food on the table. After some negotiation, he reluctantly agreed to her request, knowing her birthday was just around the corner.

As Neville bantered with Alice, he noticed Pansy approaching with August in her arms,

"He's got a bad cold. We've got to take him to St. Mungo's," Pansy announced, her concern evident as Neville cradled August in his arms. "Loves, why are the two of you drenched?" she inquired, turning her attention to both her daughters. Alice pointed accusingly at her father and replied, "Ask him." Pansy shot Neville a quizzical look, but he simply laughed it off.

"St. Mungo's? We were just talking about going there, Mama," Francie chimed in, eagerly approaching her mother. Pansy struggled to carry her daughter as she listened intently. "Why do you need to go to St. Mungo's?" she asked, puzzled by the sudden urgency. "Not St. Mungo's, but nearby, you know, Quality Quidditch Supplies. Al wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts," Francie clarified, her excitement palpable.

Wrapping August in a snug coat, they embarked on their journey to Diagon Alley, the children's excited chatter filling the crisp air. Their first destination was the hospital, where the doctor assured them it was merely a seasonal allergy, nothing serious.

Despite the reassurance, August shed a few tears when faced with the prospect of an injection. Alice offered comfort by holding his hand, while Francesa attempted to soothe him with a playful bribe. "Auggie, if you don't cry, I'll let you sit on my broomstick," she whispered, earning a sharp glance from her mother.

"Mother, you've got to appreciate humor. Or is it too much of a Slytherin trait to have any sense of humor at all?" the cheeky seven-year-old retorted, eliciting a laugh from the amused doctor. Pansy's cheeks flushed crimson, accustomed to Francesa's teasing antics. "See, he's quiet now. I told you bribery works, Mum," Francesa declared triumphantly after the shot was administered.

"Dad, can we please go to the Quidditch store now? It feels like forever since I've been there, and I've missed Madam Donnoricks," Francesa pleaded, tugging at her father's hand. Neville chuckled. "Fran, I think Madam Donnoricks was too busy to notice your absence," he teased, earning a grumble from his daughter.

"I think we should go to Flourish and Blotts. If I'm not mistaken, your dad wanted to pick up a book from there too, so we can kill two birds with one stone," Pansy suggested, causing Alice's face to light up. "Thank Merlin, I almost thought you'd forget I wanted something too," she quipped.

"Mum, you don't have to play favorites so obviously—August, Alice, and finally, little, annoying Francie," Francesa pouted, huffing all the way to the Quidditch store.

"I love them, really, but sometimes I just want to lock myself in the loo for an hour at least," Neville whispered to his wife once the girls were out of earshot. "Yeah, so much for the tenth anniversary," Pansy sighed sadly.

"Mum, can we please have ice cream?" Alice piped up as they stood in front of Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. "Honestly, if I say no, your sister will eat me alive. But don't get any for August; he's got a cold," Pansy replied.

"I want ice cream too," August said, his eyes brimming with tears. Pansy shushed him gently, promising to get him a pumpkin pastie instead. He nodded happily, planting sloppy kisses on his mum's face. "Mama, you taste like powder," he declared. Pansy laughed, "I'm glad you find my expensive powder tasty," as he continued to lick her face.

As Neville accompanied his daughters to Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful. Alice and Francie were bickering incessantly over trivial matters, causing Neville's patience to wear thin.

"I swear, if you two don't stop this incessant arguing, I'll drench you both in melted ice cream this time," Neville warned sternly. The threat seemed to have its desired effect as the girls fell silent, shooting each other cautious glances.

However, the peace was short-lived. On the way back home, Alice couldn't resist the temptation and took a big bite out of Francie's ice cream cone. Incensed by her sister's audacity, Francie retaliated by pulling Alice's hair, igniting a fresh round of squabbling.

As the squabble between Alice and Francie escalated, Pansy couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Girls, enough! You're ruining what was supposed to be a nice outing," she scolded firmly. "You need to learn to get along and show some respect for each other."

Neville nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Pansy's disappointment. "Your mother's right. We expect better behavior from you both," he added, his disappointment evident in his tone.

The girls hung their heads sheepishly, realizing they had overstepped their bounds. Despite their squabble, they knew they had disappointed their parents. With remorse in their eyes, they quietly accepted their scolding.

The ride back home was uncomfortably quiet, not the peaceful kind that usually followed a family outing. Pansy and Neville tried to engage their daughters in conversation, but their attempts were met with vague responses and lingering shame from the earlier incident.

"Loves, it's alright. These things happen, and it's natural to have disagreements with your siblings," Neville reassured them gently. "But you have to remember to respect each other's boundaries. Alice, you shouldn't have taken a big bite out of Fran's ice cream, and Francie, you shouldn't have pulled Alice's hair."

"Your dad is right. Alice, apologize to Francie. You're older, so you should set a good example and give her some space. And Francie, apologize to Alice. Cut her some slack, alright honeypies?" Pansy chimed in, despite Alice's audible groan at the endearment.

Reluctantly, the girls exchanged apologies, their embarrassment evident but their resolve to make amends stronger.

Making a brief stop at a smaller branch of Honeydukes, Pansy returned with pasties for everyone. August, in his usual fashion, managed to wear more of his pastie on his face than in his mouth, eliciting laughter from the whole family and easing the tension of the earlier disagreement.

After they arrived home, both Pansy and Neville were utterly exhausted, too drained to even consider moving, let alone keeping their dinner reservation. So, they decided to cancel it, opting for a quiet evening at home instead.

Once the kids were tucked into bed, Pansy made her way to the fridge and retrieved a tub of pumpkin-pie flavored ice cream for the couple. "My favorite, you remembered," Neville remarked gratefully as he accepted the bowl from his wife. "Couldn't even get some for me with those two constantly bickering in the store," he added with a chuckle.

"I know it's exhausting, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love what we have," Pansy replied, her voice tinged with affection.

"I love us too, and yes, I love those three pests too. They're perfect," Neville agreed wholeheartedly, sharing a laugh with his wife. As he noticed a smudge of ice cream on Pansy's lips, he couldn't resist leaning in to lick it off, eliciting a blush from her.

"Parkinson, are you blushing?" he teased, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Shut up, Longbottom," she retorted playfully, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a tender kiss.

"Happy anniversary, Parkinson," Neville whispered against her lips.

"Happy anniversary, Longbottom," Pansy replied, sealing their affection with another sweet kiss.

"I am highly offended that you'd call us pests, dad," August protested, his tone indignant. "And I consider myself a very important part of this story. Without me, you wouldn't even enjoy your anniversary in a true way."

"Shut up, August. You don't even remember anything; you were three with snot up your nose," Alice retorted, rolling her eyes at her younger brother. "Alice and I still do not get along. She's a bully," Francesa interjected, shooting her sister a pointed look. "Honestly, why do I put up with the both of you?" Alice muttered under her breath.

"Mum? I had a question," Francesa turned to Pansy, seeking clarification. "Yes, sweetheart?" Pansy replied, her attention fully on her daughter. "Your anniversary is on Christmas, and Alice is turning seventeen exactly a month after your seventeenth anniversary. Aren't you supposed to be pregnant for nine months?"

Pansy began to answer, but Neville intervened, not wanting to delve into that conversation with their fourteen-year-old. They couldn't tell her the truth—that they eloped when Pansy was eight months pregnant. That's a story for another time, probably in fifteen years.

"Will you look at the time? Get to bed, everyone. We've got to go to the Burrow tomorrow," Neville redirected the conversation once the kids had retreated to their rooms. As he washed the dishes, Pansy wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Baby, why didn't you let me answer Francesa's question?" she inquired softly, planting kisses along his bare back. He turned around, trapping her between the kitchen island and his arms, lifting her onto the countertop.

"You seriously think I would let you tell the kids that I got you pregnant out of wedlock, was too much of a coward to propose to you until you offered to elope? Yeah, that's not happening," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Pansy couldn't help but laugh at his response. Embracing her husband tightly, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the love in the world. She knew that what they had was a forever kind of love.

[sakughost]

Sophie Longbottom.

| Panville |

"Breathe, love. BreaAAmph-"

Neville bit back the rest of his scream as his wife's teeth clamped on his left hand. Bad idea to place it near her shoulders.

"Darling, if you fucking tell me to fucking breathe one more time I am going to set this fucking place on fire!", Pansy spat after releasing her husband's hand.

"I'm thirsty!", she demanded.

Everyone in the room immediately scrambled about except for Parvati, the healer concentrating on the baby's exit. In a panic, Neville tried to find water as well but Parvati stopped him.

"Stay where you are, Neville. I'm more afraid of you knocking things over than your wife throwing a fit right now.", she said calmly, careful not to be heard by the wife in question.

Pansy spat another set of cursed words and said something about giving all of them a series of @#&%! hexes once she gets her hands on her wand.

Neville gave Parvati an apologetic look before going back to his wife's side, giving her a soothing back rub. Pansy relaxed for a bit before she gave another guttural scream as another set of contractions began.

"She's coming out!", Parvati informed and within moments the baby's cry filled the room.

Sophie Longbottom was carefully placed on her mother' chest and immediately stopped crying.

"She's beautiful, Pans. Thank you and I love you so much.", Neville said, already in tears, and placed a tender kiss on his wife's temple. His free hand reached down to cup their daughter's wild, dark brown hair.

Pansy leaned into her husband's strong arms and smiled.

Finally relieved, everyone sighed in unison.

Noticing this, Pansy quirked a brow and looked at them.

"What?"

Notes: I would like to think of this as one of the epilogues of A Dress with Pockets by Pacific Rimbaud. It's a great Pansville story I promise!

[millennialgrandma]

2022 Wrap Up

On the plus side, I'm certain I didn't do as much damage as last year. On the other plus side, I still read a hell of a lot of words. I think one of the factors in the reduction of readings is that I went back to the office (and traveling for work again) after Labor Day. I think probably the bigger factor here is that I started writing. I'm still just a little baby writer, but it does take a lot of effort. I published 32,517 words in 2022, which is wild and wacky and crazy for someone who's just fucking around and trying not to find out. I also spent some time lending my voice for opportunities that were too good to pass up. A truly mind-boggling number of hours were spent narrating portions of MoaM for a massive radio-show style project spearheaded by @rideboldlyride, as well as narrating a couple of chapters of a drarry fic for the 25 Days of Podfic in December.

Traditionally Published Books

In the name of transparency (and because it is here on this blog for all to find), I gave myself a goal of reading 12 books in 2022: one for each month of the year. That...did not happen. I read exactly two books: Morning Glory Milking Farm was the monster romance of my dreams; The Song of Achilles left me in a pile of weeping wreckage.

Total word count on traditionally published books of approximately 165,000 words.

Completed Fics

The vast majority of fics I read this year were in the Harry Potter fandom, although I did venture out to other fandoms every now and again. We'll keep those stats separate for simplicity's sake.

Harry Potter

In 2022, I read a total of 227 completed fics in the HP fandom, for a total word count of 2,121,452 words. The four fics that started the year in WIP status (and were subsequently completed) will be included in the WIP word count below.

Because I can, I want to break down some of the data.

The longest completed fic I read in 2022 was Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare at 199,695 words.

The shortest completed fic I read in 2022 was that's my witch by mrsren coming in at 591 words.

I tend to gravitate toward one-shots for the factor of ease. When observing completed works only, one-shots comprise 86% of the fics I read this year, but only account for about 42% of words read.

My busiest month in sheer number of fics read was January, with 56 completed fics read and updates on 5 WIPs. The busiest month in terms of words read was February, with a total of 547k words read.

The last data point I wanted to spotlight was fics I read together with a group. This includes reads for various holidays, spontaneous group reads, birthday group reads, active WIP group reads, and multi-chapter group reads. This isn't something I track in my airtable, so I'm digging back through my old posts to tally this up and hoping for the best, but in 2022 group reads accounted for:

- 84 of one/two-shot fics read

- 4 of multi-chapter fics read

- 4 of WIPs read

I'm actually flabbergasted now that I see those numbers, because I attend as many group reads as I can, but there are still SO MANY that I miss.

AO3 RATINGS

Far and away, I read more Explicit fics than anything. They account for a whopping 76% of fics read. Fics rated Mature make up another 13%. I feel very little explanation is needed here: I'm a horny monster. The end.

PAIRINGS

Dramione remains my most widely-read ship, referenced as the sole main pairing in 174 (or 75%) of the fics. Only 45 of the fics I read (or 19%) had non-dramione main pairings, with the most popular being drarry, theomione, panville, ronsy, and krinny. The remaining handful of fics (those that don't fall into exclusively dramione, or explicitly non-dramione) are filthy, dirty threesome/foursome/moresome smut, which pair dramione at some point among the tangled limbs.

I adore rare pairs, and even found myself writing some this year (tomione, charmione, panville, krumgood, and bean)! Some of the rarest pairings I read this year included: Sirius/Minerva; Theo/Narcissa; Goyle/Hermione; Cormac/Hermione; Lucius/Pansy; Viktor/Ginny; Draco/Ron; and Thorfinn/Hermione.

Other Fandoms

I dipped my toe into the SW fandom and read one (singular) reylo fic, clocking in at 38.7k words. I was also lured into the S&B fandom to read a few darklina fics, aggregated to 13.2k words.

All in all, non-HP fics read this year totaled 51,905 words.

WIPs

At the start of the year, I was following 14 WIPs. Of these, 4 of them were completed during the year, and the word count on those remaining chapters was 171,161 words.

I picked up several more WIPs throughout the year. As of December 31, I am actively following 19 WIPs, with a few others that have been sitting on my back burner (read: no updates in 2022). Word count on the active WIPs is 664,725 words.

Total word count on WIPs is 835,886 words.

Final Tally

And with that said, my 2022 fanfic word count was 3,009,243 words and my tradpub word count was 165,000 words, for an approximate total of 3.174 million words read for pleasure this year.

This comes in at just shy of 41% of 2021's total fanfic reading, which is absolutely fucking bananas to think about. Clearly I didn't read near as much as I did last year. Though I still feel pretty pleased with the amount of reading I accomplished considering I did a fair bit of beta reading for some lovely writer friends this year, published 32.5k words of my own, and recorded a handful of hours of audio for a couple of fandom projects.

And let's be honest, this is probably a healthier balance anyway. I'm so excited to see what 2023 brings!

[marianamonteverde]

Chapter 35 - Thursday, July 5, 2007

A letter from St Mungos gives Neville a terrible feeling...

Hope you enjoy it!

I know I said in the past two chapters that it was a year in their life, but I couldn't postpone this chapter any longer...

Come say Hello to Frank Sr and Alice Longbottom

[pacific-rimbaud]

When the Pansy/Neville reference came up in the last chapter of The Auction, I kept hearing, "Heya, Pansy." SWOON!

Actual footage of me on Sunday night. 😂😭