For fic recs did you read 'i don’t know why i like you (but i do)' by firefeufuego. Not "fun" like you requested, quite a bit darker than your usual writing but v good and just wondered if you ever read that style even though your writing is usually lighter?
Ps loving happy hour eeeeeeek
I have read and enjoyed that one although I haven't caught up with the ending yet! @firefeufuego is a friend! Actually, I was talking to her the other night and it reminded me that I need to read the last two chapters, so good shout reminding me again!
oh oh oh!!! I Will Follow You Into the Dark (or at least to Heathrow Airport) intrigues me!
For ages this was affectionately just titled 'Divorce Fic' lol.
It's a second-chance Jily, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers. James and Lily married super young out of uni, and then split up. Lines are drawn, friends get divvied up in the divorce etc.
And then twelve years later, they find themselves working together. He's an architect. She's a conservationist. (Can I make it any more obvious?). They've been called in to restore this historic house after a fire (although I have notions about changing it to a museum so I can have it as the place where Sirius' art collection is housed because I am a sucker for Art Collector Sirius).
Everyone's in their late thirties and should definitely know better. There's some angst, a sexy moment in a shower and a lot of tension over a once-gifted St Christopher medal. Plus, a sort of perilously sexy moment in a burnt out stairwell.
Also a dramatic reunion scene at Heathrow Airport.
But SIGH I have to finish my frozen baby Antarctica fic before I finish my fiery baby divorce fic 🔥
but he's a little bit too far away by @firefeufuego
Ship: James/Lily
Rating: Mature
Relevant Tags: Alternate Universe—Historical, Alternate Universe—Journalism, Mentions of Distressing Historical Events, Mental Health Issues, 1980s-1990s, Heavy Angst, Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Content, Bisexual James Potter
Warnings: Creator Choose Not To Archive Warnings
Word Count: 18,305
A decade after they met as cadets for The Times, the toll of James chasing stories in war zones is starting to hit home for Lily.
Could you share some of your favorite fanfics? I have read all of yours SEVERAK TIMEA AND NEED new recs from the queen!! Thank you 💘
Hi! 😁🤩
Ooo, have you already checked out all of these?
Here’s a list of some of my all time favs I posted last year.
I made this list back in January of my fav smuts with @bcdaily and @firefeufuego works. But I would definitely like to add Things that go bump in the night to that. It’s a short little one shot but so sexy 🤤
Here I list some cute coffee shop and celebrity stories by @moonawrites and @theroomofreq
And I got another list of all time favs here with stories by @smileyjily @elanev91
And I’m sure you know this, but you can never go wrong with a @scriibble-fics story! Truly. All of them. Masterpieces! ❤️
As for what I’m reading right now, I can’t stop thinking about @maraudersftw Tracing You — which is only one chapter in and already has me by the feels 🥰
Sorry I got some repeats on there. I really love yelling my love for my fav stories from the rooftops 😉😘 (and I hate knowing that I’m definitely forgetting a couple… 🙇♀️)
EDIT: STAGE LIGHTS by @chiechie97 (faaack, I knew I was forgetting ones) !!! The pining is so good, and it’s always got me on the edge of my seat!
sometimes u write ur best fic of the year in january and then coast for 11 months x
She thinks of Potter’s arm across her shoulders; for someone made of sunlight, flimsy and golden and always out of reach, he is surprisingly solid. Surprisingly comforting. The sweep of his thumb over her cheekbone. The way he said it’s okay, and also I’m here, and also shh, like she’s not an uncontrollable spill but something that can be soothed. Like he can hold her like a handful of water, and she won’t slip through his fingers. Lily cries thinking of his cupped palm.
The pearl in her mouth hardens. She will need to cough it out soon, or choke.
13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
now i've never been known to pick one music related thing... here are a couple that made an #impact:
tidal by fiona apple (particularly "sullen girl," "shadowboxer," "never is a promise," and "criminal")
pride & prejudice by dario marianelli & jean-yves thibaudet
wasteland, baby! by hozier
"everywhere" and "save me a place" by fleetwood mac
and to look ahead a little in my come together planning...
"no more mr. nice guy" by alice cooper
florence + the machine's cover of "search and destroy"
"mrs. robinson" by simon & garfunkel
"jumpin' jack flash" by the stones
"teenage kicks" by the undertones
"don't let a good girl down" by thelma plum
21. most memorable comment/review
ack i feel like so many that i'm going to forget about because it's been a LONG year, but, in no particular order—
it was fucked up of @clare-with-no-i to say "amongst all of the shit and the nonsense and the evil in the world, it is such a comfort to me that some cosmic alignment brought you to writing, you to this fandom, and me to you" i think about this all of the time you demon
this back to back stunner from @sunshine-lover:
whoever this guest was, you made me cackle
my favourite saga: the roommates reading CT (they know who they are) (they're not my roommates just each others')
ao3 user callmeprincess's thoughts on ct!sirius — i won't screenshot because spoilers but they were so lovely <3
now i've gotten as far back as march in my inbox lol and it's making me emotional, everyone has been a STAR this year!
Hey there! Re: the WIP title game, I wanted to ask you about the rebelcaptain scene that's most excited you this year and whether you'd mind sharing a little snippet? Hope you're doing well xx
Hello!! Hope you are doing well too! Thanks for the ask!
Oh man, it’s been awhile since I’ve written any rebelcaptain, so I had to reread the last stories I worked on. Settled on a snippet from “YGM Draft1,” which is my yet-untitled, in-universe You’ve Got Mail AU. I actually got super excited rereading this story anyways. Man I really do want to get back to it... so many stories to write! So little time!
[This is in response to the WIP Title Game I did yesterday; anyone else reading this, please feel free to send an ask! I will actually answer in a timely manner this time...]
Jyn catches Bodhi staring at her kyber crystal just as she covers it with her scarf, concern plain on his face.
“She seems—fine,” he finishes, looking away when Jyn meets his eyes.
“I caught her humming, and she’s enthusiastic about haggling with Orus.”
“I wouldn’t say enthusiastic,” Jyn says, passing Bodhi to pick up her jacket off the back of her chair—at least something was where she expected it to be.
Bodhi quietly takes in the kitchen area, Maia’s confusion, the parts splayed out on the table, Essie’s chassis next to it, the panel open in the back, the datapad that Jyn hurriedly shoves into her bag.
“You know what it is,” Maia says, gasping.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he says, looking back at Jyn.
Rolling her eyes, Jyn counts out the credits she’ll need.
“Bodhi!”
He ignores Maia and nods towards Essie’s chassis. “You got a fix for Essie?”
“Yeah, he sent the schematics this morning.”
When Bodhi doesn’t respond, Jyn looks up to catch him sharing a look with Maia. “What?”
They both shift guiltily. “Nothing,” Bodhi mumbles. “I’ll come into town with you. I’ll check on the ‘hopper.”
“Great.” Jyn grabs a ration bar off the shelf and tosses it at Bodhi. “Let’s go.”
He’s less eager fifteen minutes later, when they climb out of the cave and Jyn reveals her transportation plans.
“We’re walking?” Bodhi blurts.
“It’s a beautiful day,” Jyn replies, gesturing to the rippling blue-green grass and the crisp blue sky.
“I mean—yeah, it’s—it’s always beautiful here, Jyn, if you hadn’t noticed. I mean, I’ve only been here…” He glances up at the sky as he calculates. “...six years less than you, but yes, yeah, I had noticed.”
She shrugs and bites into a meiloorun fruit. “It’s good to let the speeders charge.”
“Sure.”
“Something on your mind, Bode?”
He shakes his head. “No. Nope. What’s on your shopping list?”
She pulls out her data pad, shows him FS152’s pricing chart, with the parts she needs highlighted. “And the disabling bolt for the refinery droids.”
Bodhi skims over the pricing chart, his expression unusually blank. She waits for it, a continuation of Maia’s interrogation, but it never comes.
They walk a few tense minutes in silence for a bit, before Jyn finally takes the bait. “You two think I can’t be happy?”
“No, no, that’s not what we…” She raises her eyebrows. “Well, you know, I didn’t know you before…”
She knows what he means: before that night a year and a half ago, when an Imperial cargo pilot calling himself Bodhi Rook had showed up at the mouth of their cave, claiming that Mama had told him how to find them, claiming that their meeting on Rudrig had been ambushed, that he’d only just gotten away—
She closes her eyes and inhales. “Yes, Bodhi, I know what you mean.”
“Well, um, Idryssa just, she’s said… before… Ahh.” He shakes his head. “Nevermind.”
“It’s alright,” she says softly. “You can tell me.”
Bodhi looks out over the horizon. “How’s that penpal of yours?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
He looks back at her and meets her eyes. “I’m not.”
“I don’t see what he has to do with this conversation.”
“Okay.” Bodhi takes a deep breath. “Let me—let me paint a picture for you. You’re humming while you work. You lose track of things, drift off in your thoughts. You suddenly notice—I don’t know, how blue the sky is. There’s a word people have for that.”
Jyn glares at him, waiting for him to continue to explain this third train of thought, but he just holds out his hands for her to fill in the blanks. “You think I’m in love?”
“Well…”
“Not you, too,” she mutters. She shakes her head. “Hadder and I broke up months ago. I love him, sure, but not like that. Why is everyone—”
“I’m not talking about Hadder.”
No, she didn’t really think he had been. “You think I’m in love with FS152.”
“The evidence suggests…”
“‘Course I don’t love him,” she says, picking at the stem of her meiloorun fruit. “I don’t even know him. I don’t even know where he lives. He could be across the galaxy. What point is there in loving a person on the other side of the galaxy?”
“That’s very convincing.”
“Convincing,” Jyn says, tossing the word around in her head before tossing the meiloorun fruit core into the grass. “What’s convincing is that people don’t just fall in love with someone they met on an Anti-Imperial back channel, whom they’ve never met in person. I don’t even know his real name. How can you love a person you don’t even know?”
“Observe and report, right?” Bodhi says. “I’m just calling what I can see.”
“Then listen,” Jyn says, trying to keep her tone civil. She’s not mad, but Bodhi’s theory—it can’t be entertained. “FS152 is a useful contact who’s helped me plenty in the past, and is currently helping me repair Essie. And I’m excited to have Essie back.”
“Of course.”
Jyn sighs. She shouldn’t snap at Bodhi for caring. She’s grateful for him. She’s grateful for the intel he brought last year—not that she’s been able to do much about it, since then. That’s a dour thought for another day, one less bright as this one. She stows it away.
She’s grateful for his friendship, most of all.
And the stories he brought about Papa, although those, too, are too dark for today.
Today, she has a message in her inbox from FS152, a schematic to fix Essie, and a friend by her side.
Oooh, can I request Prompt F from the first list for Jyn and Cassian?
F: an absent look or touch
She noticed it on Jedha, first. Back when they didn’t know each other, let alone trust. Back when she was fresh out of Wobani and Alliance binders, and she would’ve taken the head off of anyone who tried to touch her, casually or with intent.
But Cassian–despite all the warning signs (from her, from Kay, probably from his own common sense), he stayed close to her the whole time. Guided her through the crowds with a hand cupping her elbow, pulling her away from a would-be fight with his arm around her. We don’t want any trouble, he’d said. She remembered being vaguely insulted at the time; of course they were looking for trouble. They were rebels, weren’t they?
He’d kept touching her, right up until a desperate embrace on doomed beach in burning world.
Now though, Cassian still touches her. Absently, casually, a hand at the small of her back to guide her. Running his hand down her arm he passes her to get to the fresher. A tiny, automatic smile when she places a cup of caf down by his elbow.
They all feel like little gifts, these moments. Things to string on a necklace, to take out and look at later, when she’s alone.
Of course, because Jyn’s brain is the worst, she finds herself wondering uneasily if he just does this, if he’s just like this, and if he truly doesn’t have any feelings for her other than platonic, and she’s reading far, far too much into it, then…then… Then she’ll just go curl up in a corner and die. Maybe. Probably. Probability low, as Kay might say.
Once, though, when they were undercover as a couple, Cassian kissed her hand. Well, to be accurate, he kissed the band she wore as part of her cover, resting on her left hand and she’d almost jumped out of her skin. It had been a quick, even absent-minded little gesture, and she’d stared at his turned away profile for a moment like a fool before recovering her composure.
It didn’t mean anything, she told herself. It was just part of a cover. They have more important things to worry about than whatever her fool brain wants to conjure up, so she better shape up and focus.
Later on their ship, she can’t keep her fool tongue from asking, “What was that?”
“Hmm?” His face and gaze is utterly mild, even bland in how devoid of expression it is.
“That. When you--when you kissed my ring.” Jyn can feel heat crawling up her neck, but she refuses to take her eyes off him. “That didn’t--I didn’t feel like--was that part of the act?”
Cassian’s eyes flicker away from hers, a flash of tongue as he moistens his lips--such a tiny little tell. “It felt like the right thing to do. At the time.”
Jyn swallows hard. “What about--at other times?”
Force help her, she is so bad at this, but maybe it’s worth it, just to see Cassian’s gaze snap to hers, how all his careful casualness falls away.
“Other times--” Cassian swallows before finishing his sentence. “I would do it other times. As well.”
“Oh,” is all Jyn can say in response to this, because--what? What?
He’s still not meeting her eye, a fact she’s almost grateful for, because even this terribly awkward, stilted exchange looks like it’s killing him, and frankly it’s killing her, so Jyn decides to take the rancor by the horns--as it were.
She closes the space between them with a few swift strides, relishing for a half a second the look of alarm on Cassian’s face. She reaches out and takes his hand--the one with the ring on it--bringing it up to her lips and kissing--not the ring, but his knuckles, his trigger finger and palm, with calluses both hard and smooth against her lips.
“Other times,” she says, a feeling like hyperfuel running through her veins, stars streaking past the ship in lightspeed, “I want to do that too.”
Cassian looks like a man who has entered another country, another world altogether, and Jyn meets his eyes without flinching, keeping his hand near her mouth.
The next thing she knows, his hand is on the back of her head and his mouth firmly on hers.
