USER: lucythegoosey on AO3!!
FANDOMS: one direction
TROPES: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, slow burn, fake dating, canon compliant
NUMBER OF FICS: roughly 4 (2 finished, 2 wip)
FIC I SPENT THE MOST TIME ON: probably it goes it’s golden took about a year in total to write/edit/publish
FIC I SPENT THE LEAST TIME ON: it’s a wonderful life (took me a week)
LONGEST FIC: it goes it’s golden (150k)
SHORTEST FIC: it’s a wonderful life (10k)
MOST HITS/KUDOS/COMMENT THREADS/BOOKMARKS: IGIG
TOTAL WORD COUNT: probably somewhere in the realm of 200,000 words
FAVORITE FIC I WROTE: IGIG!!! but my current WIP devotion is comin’ to steal the spotlight...
FIC YOU WANT TO REWRITE/EXPAND ON: It’s not published but I was working on a 70s surfer beach magical realism fic that I would love to keep working on after the current fic i’m focusing on!
SHARE A BIT OF A WIP OR A STORY IDEA YOU’RE PLANNING ON: So as I just said the 70s AU is a wip, and it’s called Summer Shandy. This is just the opening paragraph under the cut:
Never move house on a full moon. At least, that’s what Grandma Ursa always said. That’s what’s going through Harry’s mind, in the back of his mother’s Fairlady, the sea breeze against his face. That, and how does one call a clunky red Nissan a ‘Fairlady’? If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the salt particles grating his skin, and if he did that, he could feel the heat in his belly, the heady presence of magic. Mum was always saying their magic worked best by the sea. The tides, dictated by the moon, held an unknowable amount of energy, an energy which when channelled correctly, could do things beyond the knowable universe.
Or so they said. Harry didn’t know first hand.
Every time the car curved around a bend, winding down the hillside, driving closer into the New England island of Cape May, Harry thought they should never have done this, least of all with the moon looking as whole as it is.