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Ps loving happy hour eeeeeeek

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.

@hprecfest Day 31: A Fave Amongst Faves

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.

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… 🙇‍♀️)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

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!

nope! no statue! :)

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. 

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...]

To the snippet:

“When are you going into town?”

They both turn to look at Bodhi.

“Today, apparently,” Maia says. “Jyn’s acting strange.”

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.