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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I know it’s been a while. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. Thanks @captainswanwipwednesdays for the challenge! I’ve been writing at least once a week as a personal challenge. It takes me a while to post because my chapters are so long.
MEET MY WIP!
Title: Hurricane
Status: currently editing draft 3 (~105,000 words so far, 43 chapters)
Genre: historical (low) fantasy, adventure, romantic subplot
Synopsis:
Aella Onyeisi has been first mate of the Hurricane since she was fourteen, an all-female pirate crew out to take the world by storm.
Picking up a male passenger wasn’t an adventure she saw coming, but she won’t regret it.
Theodore Grey has read every book about pirates he can get his hands on. As he searches for a magical plant to save his hometown from starvation, meeting a pirate crew was the last thing he expected.
Befriending the pirates was even less expected.
But a rival captain has his eye on the Hurricane—one Aella knows all too well. To make matters worse, he wants her for his crew, whether she likes it or not.
Aella doesn’t want to be caught up in this fight, and it was never Theo’s to begin with. But there’s a twenty-year-old score to be settled, and the Hurricane girls (and Theo) won’t give up their ship without a fight.
How high a price is too high?
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POV: third person limited, multiple viewpoints
You’ll enjoy this if you love...
pirates and nautical shenanigans
powerful women of colour
adventure and high stakes
justice and revenge
fluffy healthy romance
found family!! (and women supporting women)
(cover edited by me, images from Unsplash)
please feel free to ask me questions about it I would love to answer them!!
Food is the only love language you’ve ever known.
Anything else might as well be Latin because a good kiss is an hors d’oeuvre that leaves you wanting more and in the right hands, you melt like chocolate. Because you can crave a person like a late night snack. Because giving yourself to someone feels like all you can eat.
—From Hunger, a flash fic
Welp I have another fanfic idea for Thronebreaker thanks to my graphic and I have been thinking it for days.
And it happens, as I was making my graphic I took inspiraton from one of my hitch films To Catch a Thief (I need to do a rewatch) and ngl it may be my favourite to do.
Love And The Qualities Of Cheap Tea
There is something magic in this. In a warm fire and an excitable dog (even one who’s really Sirius) with a squeaky toy no one should have bought them, in a pint mug of tea made exactly how you like it, even without telling anyone, and a blanket tucked around your shoulders. It’s not magic that you learn, or magic that you read, or even magic that you struggle with. It’s magic that can be found anywhere, in any happy home, or group of friends, or load of siblings. This comes with warmth and understanding with comfort and gentle arguments and with love.
To you, it came with James. Eventually. First he brought annoyance and anger and fighting. Following that, he brought endless confusion and embarrassment and affectionate mocking from your friends. Now he brings flowers and the smell of wet dog and bread baking; he brings worry when he doesn’t come back from a mission on time and joy when he walks through that door. He is a safety net you never expected but sleeping next to him is easy and you don’t think about letting him see your scars. Not any of them. Not the one Petunia gave you when you dropped her doll in the stream, not the ones you got from stubbornly refusing to do paper cutting any way other than muggle. Not even the ones you gave yourself, also the muggle way, in the dead of night when the only phrase in your head was “you can’t kill yourself, it’s Christmas”. And he didn’t flinch, or question you, or do anything other than hold you a little tighter and make you another cup of tea.
He got it from his mother, this endless tea making. You didn’t notice it until you were both in charge of the prefects, the way he’d start every meeting with handing everyone a large steaming mug. He learnt people’s preferences almost without trying, Alice liked hers with milk, but Marlene drank it black with as much sugar as she could have, Benjy didn’t like anything other than herbal tea and Remus wouldn’t touch anything that wasn’t bog standard builders. He knew yours already, had watched you make it down the breakfast table until he could do it in his sleep, tea so weak people didn’t like looking at it, with a lot of milk. And sugar if you were having a bad day. The first time he handed it to you without you telling him how you wanted it he turned the same colour as your Gryffindor tie and you laughed until you were gasping for breath.
When you finally moved in together you gave him a sack of tea bags so big he swore you'd never be able to use them all but sleepless nights, first from missions and later with Harry, soon put paid to that. (You never finished the second one, though, left scattered to the wind on Hallowe’en). It sat on top of the bread bin, far more frequently used and filling the kitchen with the faint scent of tea, which you realised, some what belatedly, was the exact scent of his dorm room at Hogwarts.
It filled your house, this tea-smell, which to you meant love and comfort. Long after you and James were gone, the smell of Typhoo tea sent Remus back to a living room full of people playing stupid card games and sitting under blankets, forgetting whatever harrowing sights you'd seen that night. Sirius would find himself remembering holding Harry in one arm and you in the other, waiting for James to come back to you all, with two large mugs on the table and one waiting for him on the side. Even Peter, perched in the Weasley's kitchen, found it difficult to escape the memories of friends and trust. That kind of love has a staying power, one that lasts.
Shadow and Cottontail | Marauders
Marauders era fanfiction, co-written by myself and the wonderful @redscrollsofmalec (check her out on tumblr and AO3)
moodboard made by me
synopsis: September 1975. Cousins Kai Lupin and Aria Parker return to Hogwarts for their fifth year of studying and Marauding. The Marauders’ Animagus potion is just months from completion, but life at Hogwarts continues to be as insane as usual. If not even more so — between OWLs, full moons and Severus Snape, just getting through the year might seem like too much to ask.
chapter 14 summary:
Kai and Remus talk properly about full moon, and Kai finally tells her mother about her dyslexia. Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, James, Sirius and Peter play a prank on Snape.
(if you're a reader (like us) who likes it when people just TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS DAMMIT then this chapter is for you :D (you're welcome))
I would love it if you could go check it out, read it here on AO3! (has Jily and Wolfstar)
last line tag!
thank you so much @writingbyjillian for the tag!!
this is from my WIP Hurricane, see this post for more information about it :D
(the short summary of it is “pirates and feminism”)
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Theo looked up too. The sky was no smaller, the stars no dimmer. It was still so easy to feel small, but it did seem a bit less lonely now, having Aella curled up beside him. He could just feel her earrings through his coat where her ear rested against his shoulder, but it didn’t seem at all uncomfortable for her.
“I might just stay a few more minutes,” she said, and yawned.
That set him off too, and he let out a large yawn. “A few more minutes,” he agreed.
When Theo woke next, Aella was still sleeping on his shoulder, and it was still dark, but the moon had made its way to the other side of the sky. It was probably almost morning. So much for just a few more minutes. But he wasn’t complaining.
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happily this last scene I wrote was a nice fluffy one :))
unfortunately I don’t have many writer friends to tag for this, but if you see this and want to do it please do!
new jily fic for those interested
read it on AO3 or just scroll down
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Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?
Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.
Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.
“I—my cat, he’s still inside and—” Her knees gave out under her, the firefighter’s arm the only thing holding her up.
He helped her sit down, and crouched down in front of her. “Where’s your cat? Where might I find him?”
“His bed is upstairs, first door on the left,” Lily managed. “He’s probably there.” Oh, Crookshanks, please be okay.
“Okay. You stay there, and I’m gonna go find your cat.” And then he was gone, disappeared into the house.
Lily curled into a ball, clinging to her knees. Please be okay, Crookshanks. She kept her eyes firmly on the ground in front of her; her peripheral vision suggested there were no more flames, though. The rush of hoses and the shouting of firefighters rang in her ears. Smoke encroached slowly out onto the lawn, its smell acrid.
Then the fire was out; the firefighters began to relax, and the smell of smoke faded a fraction. Lily sat up, looking for any sign of Crookshanks’s orange fur in the smoke, but she saw nothing, and bit back a sob. When she’d had no-one else around, she’d had Crookshanks. She couldn’t bear to lose him like this. He was a hardy cat; she couldn’t believe he wouldn’t make it out of here. But it didn’t look like he had.
Out of the grey, clinging smog emerged a figure. The firefighter. And in his arms…
“Crookshanks!” Lily scrambled to her feet, ignoring the feeling of unsteadiness there, and ran to collect her cat. Crookshanks looked up at her and yawned, looking surprisingly unperturbed considering the smoke rising from his fur. That was just like him, though. She cradled him close to her, burying her nose in his fur and holding on tight to him. Then she remembered her manners and looked up. “Thank you. For saving my cat.”
The firefighter pulled off his helmet, revealing a young man about Lily’s own age, with warm brown skin and hazel eyes behind round glasses. He was grinning as he tucked the helmet under his arm, and though his skin was smeared with soot, the expression lit up his whole face. “You’re very welcome, madam.”
“Lily.” She shifted Crookshanks’s weight to one shoulder and held out a hand.
The firefighter shook her hand with a gloved one. “James.”
She didn’t know what possessions would be left to her when she went back inside, but she wanted to repay him somehow. Crookshanks meant the world to her. “What can I do for you? To repay you?”
James grinned even more broadly, and shrugged. “Want to go on a date with me?”
Lily assumed he was joking. But he wasn’t bad-looking, and he’d helped her so much tonight. What did she have to lose? “Sure.”
“Really?” He’d pulled off his gloves, and ran his hand through his hair. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I don’t want to, like, force you into anything. I was kind of kidding.”
That was very sweet of him to say, but it actually made her like him more. She smiled. “I wasn’t. I won’t promise anything more than that, but one date? Sure.”
He fumbled in a pocket somewhere on his person, then produced a pen with a dramatic flourish. Understanding his intent, Lily held out a hand so he could scrawl a phone number onto it.
Crookshanks yowled. James laughed and ruffled his fur. “I hope that’s not your cat warning you away from me.”
Lily shrugged. “If he was, then he’s an ungrateful little sod. I’ll have to give him a talking-to.”
“Ungrateful, but very cute.”
Lily laughed. “Careful. If you call him cute too many times, he’ll try and attack you. Not that he could actually hurt you.”
“I have way too much protective gear on.”
“Oi, James!” one of the other firefighters shouted. “You gonna give us a hand over here?”
James grimaced. “Better go do my job.”
“Yes, you’d better.” She glanced down at the number on her hand and smiled.
