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heartofspells · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAL!!! 🥳🎂🎁

It's officially @tracingpatternswrites birthday by her own timezone, which means it's time to celebrate her! Personally, I think we should spend every single day celebrating her (and i DO), but today is extra special.

To give her just a small piece of the love she deserves on this super fantastic day of her birth, I thought I'd highlight some of my favorite fics of hers that I'll forever love and can always use so much more attention.

(and i totally stole this idea from her because she did the same for me, so how could i not do it for her?)

Presenting just a small selection of the best Mal fics in no certain order:

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1 - over blackened water (E) Jegulus Summary: Regulus knows it as clear as anything. He might be a Death Eater, might be one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but Regulus Black belongs only to one other man and that is James Potter.

-- I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I've read this. James is so perfectly grey and the way Regulus thinks about him just sucks you into James' trap along with him. I swear I've had dreams about this fic.

2 - Hanging by a Thread (T) Wolfstar Summary: The Fates does not interfere with worldly things, but that does not mean they cannot see where the road will lead. That is why, when the second boy is born, they look to the star and the moon as they weave their red string.

One end fastened to a boy with raven hair, and the other to a boy with brown curls. Hence they belong together, even though their story will be much too short and their journey will not be an easy one.

-- Mal worked so hard on this one to try a different style of writing and she nailed it. Every word is like a mysterious, omnipotent fairytale rolled into a tragedy that makes me drool.

3 - Prey (E) Wolfstar + Greyback Summary: The man was half-naked, his silk shirt hanging torn over his shoulders. Remus’ gaze snagged on his naked chest, the splatter of ink across porcelain skin. A constellation, Remus could tell, he recognised it as the Canis Major. Greyback had taught him how to read the stars, how to use them to guide his way in the darkness. He wondered briefly what it meant that the man had it painted on his chest.

“For you,” Greyback said, inclining his head towards the man but his yellow eyes were focused on Remus, watching for his reaction.

“For me?” Remus asked, hesitantly, taking a step closer.

“Yes,” Greyback said simply as he leaned against the wall of the cave, watching them both with a predatory shine in his eyes.

-- Hang on. Give me a second while I scream, except I never stop screaming about this one. This fic is soooo twisted and messed up and perfect that I can't ever form cohesive thoughts about it for very long. Just do yourself a favor: read the tags and go read it, then come back and scream with me about it. And what's even better about this one is that Mal wrote it for meeeeeee! I love her so much!

4 - Little Lion (E) Sirius Black/Regulus Black/James Potter Summary: Sirius Black and James Potter are two sides of the same coin. Rivals since the first day they set foot on the Hogwarts Express, constantly trying to beat the other whether it’s on the Quidditch pitch or in the classroom. Together they are the embodiment of the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry. Regulus Black is caught in the middle, stuck between his older brother and his Quidditch captain.

Everything comes to a head when Regulus’ parents decide it’s time to bring their wayward son back into the fold through an arranged marriage. Refusing to lose his brother and determined to control the situation, Sirius enlists Potter to make sure his brother doesn’t stray, all in the name of doing what is best for his little lion.

-- If there's one thing that Mal does exquisitely (there are numerous things, but we're focusing on this one), it's crafting into existence the perfect Slytherin!Sirius. The entire dynamic in this fic - the rivalry between Sirius/James, the control between Sirius/Regulus - is blindingly superb, but Sirius is like chewing glass into liquid form, spitting it back out, and injecting it into my veins, my god.

5 - A Mother's Love (M) Sirius & Walburga Summary: Sirius might have left, but he was going to come back. He was going to come back. He had to come back.

-- This fic has haunted me since the first time I read it. Walburga's conviction that she's doing the right thing, the imagery with all the fire and smoke, her perceived slow descent into madness as she repeats to herself that her son will return to her...Walburga isn't a great mother, but Mal's writing makes you almost believe she is, that she's right in all that she does, because she does it out of love.

Obviously Mal has a ton of amazing fics, but I really wanted to highlight some of my favorites that have gained less attention than others. Do yourself a favor: take a look at these, then go read everything else she's got. You won't be sorry. Give her the birthday love she deserves. Leave a comment, send her a note through an ask, tell her why you love her writing so much because she's extraordinary.

And I hope you have the BEST birthday, my sweet! <33

#mal's birthday bash!#fic recs #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #walburga black #wolfstar #prongsfoot #jegulus #mal tag

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palimpsessed · 3 years

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A tale of trust, lust, loyalty, and epic romance

Fic Summary: Young god of love Simonides is tasked by his father, the god of war, to bring about the ruin of a mortal prince to punish his blasphemy. However, once Simonides sees his intended victim, he begins to have misgivings. Prince Tyrannus might have offended the gods with his very existence, but all Simonides can see is how beautiful and lonely he is.

Or, a very loose interpretation of the Eros and Psyche myth.

Rated: M for eventual sexual content

Preview:

I just had a god talk to me. An actual god. Talking to me. (Lecturing me?) I've no idea what to make of our exchange, such as it was. I think I pissed him off, which is not ideal, but hardly unexpected, considering. Still, being afraid of him running me down—or dive bombing me, more like—feels paranoid.

He was talking to me through a statue. (I think?—That's also mad, isn't it?) Statues, even those possessed by gods, are not liable to speak or give chase.

Or so I keep telling myself.

This fic will update weekly on Fridays.

Read chapter three now

Or start from the beginning

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