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hoippu · 2 days

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Chronological ZoLu Fanfic Masterlist [improved]

Guide for people who want to avoid anime spoilers

you can check out the google doc for more updates on this list (There is a total of 53 fanfics on the google doc so far)

Hey Lover! by clouddq

-takes place when zoro is recruited -soulmates AU (pre-timeskip)

I’ll Take This Piece of You by lucerile

-One Piece Live Action -Pre-arlong park but post baratie -(pre-timeskip)

Definitely, Spontaneously by croissantmusain

-One Piece Live Action and regular one piece anime/manga -no spoilers -pre-timeskip

last year i abstained by Augment

-part 1 of a series -(pre-timeskip i think) -No major spoilers

this year i devour by Augment

-part 2 or companion fic of last year i abstained -(pre-timeskip i think) -No major spoilers

I Don’t Talk (I Kiss Things) by lostmagician

-One Piece Live Action -I guess there aren’t any major spoilers -(pre-timeskip)

to fail you would be to fail myself by yinyu_ink

-One Piece Live Action -(pre-timeskip) -takes place after Arlong Park

Found in the Crack of your Palm by The_Furthest_City_Light

-(pre-timeskip) -takes place from the beginning until somewhere after alabasta

catching butterflies by aquietdin

-(pre-timeskip) Takes place sometime between Skypiea arc but before Long Island arc. -You should also watch the G-8 filler arc because I think it’s referenced, but it’s okay cuz it is honestly the best and only filler arc worth watching. (G-8 is right after skypiea)

Gold-Tinted Days by needchocolatenow

-indefinite time period but brook’s there. there’s no spoilers

Ode to an ocean by novks (thychesters)

-(pre-timeskip) -Takes place right before water 7.

Chimes by drcalvin

-(pre-timeskip) Contains spoilers from Water 7/ Post-Enies Lobby. -Takes place shortly after marineford I think. Maybe wait until the timeskip begins before reading this one just in case.

Unable Are the Loved to Die by BasicallyACat

-(pre-timeskip) post Enies Lobby up until sabaody -part 1 of a series

a Losing Game by Angelgotchi

-right after water 7 probs pre-thriller bark -(pre-timeskip)

greed by species_baby

-(pre-timeskip) Thriller Bark

Feelings, what a mess! by drcalvin

(post-timeskip) Very early into the timeskip. I’d say you can read when they’re on the way to fishman island.

Let me carry your scars by arkhamsjason

-DO NOT CLICK ON THE LINK UNLESS YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH MARINEFORD BECAUSE TAGS CONTAIN SPOILERS -(post-timeskip) at some point after return to sabaody arc

Heliotrope by LostInClouds

-(post-timeskip) -As long as you reach the timeskip and have made it more or less to when they are sailing to Fishman Island, you should be fine.

The Things we do for Love by LostInClouds

-(post-timeskip) - It’s recommended that you reach the timeskip for this one too and probably before fishman island is also good enough

Feed your plants a little sunlight by swordsmans

(post-timeskip) indefinite time period tho i think Inspired by this comic

Of First Mates and Duty by Whatev3rs

-(post-timeskip) takes place at an indefinite point in the timeskip after return to sabaody arc. -kind of part 1 of another fic

Look at this! by nuftda

-(pre-timeskip and post-timeskip) takes place from the beginning up until some indefinite point in the early timeskip

‘Til You by Whatev3rs

-Post-timeskip -no real spoilers -it’s KIND OF a continuation of Of First Mates and Duty by Whatev3rs

Kizuna by YokoHogawa

-(post-timeskip) after fishman island

His Captain, Captivating by jirachi

-a sequel to Unable Are the Loved to Die -(post-timeskip) takes place up until the end of dressrosa i think

The Five Times Luffy Kissed Zoro, and the One Time Zoro Kissed Luffy by EclecticIsMyMiddleName

-This one takes place throughout the story up until the end of Wano arc. -It’s preferable that you’re fully caught up because it’s so good you might wanna binge it. -see google doc if you want a more detailed description of where each chapter takes place in case u cant wait that long

To the ends of the earth (I'll follow you, worship you, love you) by lunarblossoms

-(post-timeskip) occurs when luffy awakens gear 5

Carnelian and Gold by kermit_coded

-Post timeskip -No major spoilers

I Do the Dumbest Things for You by it_is_i_a_simple_nerd

-(post-timeskip) -Takes place somewhere between wano and egghead

Loyal Till Death Do Us Part by StygianHeart

-(post-timeskip) -takes place after wano and does have some spoilers at the beginning -it takes place in a fictional arc n stuff so its cool

I'm gonna make another masterlist later for the AU fics or maybe add them to this list but you can still find them in the google doc

#one piece #zolu #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #luzo #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #masterlist #fanfic masterlist #fanfic masterpost #writing #writers on tumblr #fefi speaks

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aziraphales-library · 4 months

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I need some fix-it fics after season 2. Anything that continues straight after S2 and has a happy ending or alternate endings to S2 where they actually know how to communicate

We have started a #fix-it tag! Here are just a fraction...

Heliotrope (flower of undying love) by scatterbrained_salamander (G)

It had started off so simple. “Ah, well. He always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too,” Metatron had said, oblivious to Aziraphale’s inner turmoil. Aziraphale had given a false smile, and let the conversation drop. Aziraphale had figured it was just the Metatron, trying to sympathize with Aziraphale’s rejection. Surely he didn’t actually think that about Crowley. Not deep down, at least. Or: Working Heaven isn't quite what Aziraphale had pictured. After months of coping with the too-high expectations of Metatron and Co, and months of monotonous paperwork, Muriel comes in with an unexpected report. Someone had left flowers on his bookshop's doorstep.

Another Round by AverageContentProducer (T)

Crowley is quiet for a moment before responding. “Angel,” he says, voice low. “I don’t think the apology dance is getting us out of this one.” - The art of repair can be a tricky one. In certain instances, one may find that fixing that which has broken requires a person (or an entity, as it may be) to adopt a non-linear mode of thinking. This is not an undertaking for the narrow of mind, nor for the faint of heart. It is a very, very delicate operation. Which is to say that, sometimes, under truly dire circumstances… you may find that the solution calls for breaking things even further.

The Day After: Early in the Morning by the Sea by Eigen_Licht (T)

“... ’That doesn’t mean I will let you off the hook this easy. …I still want that apology dance.’ ‘Of course, my love’” Later, on a cliff by the east coast of Sussex, the night sky above them, Aziraphale and Crowley finally talk.

You left me with no choice by Wullam343 (NR)

"Just explain this to me, angel," Crowley growled. "If you know how things are going to turn out if you try this, why are you so hellbent on risking everything you have, even OUR FRIENDSHIP to defy heaven?!" "BECAUSE I WANT TO PROTECT YOU!" Aka i absolutely refuse to accept how the season ended so for my mental health i had to write this as a coping mechanism

everywhere by vivahate (T)

Something in Crowley snaps. He’s hearing what his heart needs, what it’s wanted to hear for ages, yet instead of long-sought relief all he feels is anger so bright and hot, he feels like he might catch on fire. A growl rips from his throat, unbidden and he stalks out of the room, out of the house, out into the raging storm. It is no match to the storm brewing inside. He doesn’t bother counting. It will do nothing. Lightning passes through him and he roars along. It hits a tree nearby and the emotional release only leaves him all the more empty. Even now he can feel Aziraphale’s presence, watchful, careful. His angel in despair. But still looking out for him. - (or; Aziraphale uncovers what Heaven was actually trying to accomplish by appointing him as a leader, grovels and gets his priorities straight. And the world does not end this time around either.)

tender is the night by Path_Finder (T)

“I confess, I’ve never had the opportunity to do something like this,” Aziraphale says. Crowley huffs in amusement as he grabs Aziraphale’s hand, guiding it up and letting his hand come to rest just behind Crowley’s shoulder blade. He places his own free hand on the small of Aziraphale’s back. Crowley can feel the rustle of Aziraphale’s breaths, too infrequent to be truly human as if he keeps forgetting that it’s something he’s supposed to do. “Is this...alright?” the angel asks. Crowley can only manage a nod. -/- Aziraphale and Crowley share a slow dance together during the ball. Confessions ensue.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #angst #hurt/comfort #fix-it #mod d

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hanahaki4hanami · 3 months

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Hanahaki For Hanami Prompts

Think warm thoughts, spring will be here before you know it. And in the meantime, take a look at our prompt suggestions for #hanahaki4hanami. Prompts are merely there to inspire you. Use as many or as few as you would like. We look forward to posting in April!🌸

Week One: Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy

Week Two: Red Tulip - Passion, Declaration of love

Week Three: Heliotrope - Eternal Love, Devotion

Week Four: Cyclamen - Resignation, Diffidence, Goodbye

Hanahaki for Hanami is a pro-fiction & pro-ship, multi-fandom event. All works are welcome as long as they are tagged accordingly and hanahaki related. You can view the full guidelines on our tumblr page or by clicking the Notion link.

#hanahaki for hanami #hanahaki4hanami #prompt event #writing prompt #art prompt #week one: yellow hyacinth - jealousy #week two: red tulip - passion declaration of love #week three: heliotrope - eternal love devotion #week four: cyclamen - resignation diffidence goodbye #prompt challenge #multi fandom #multi fandom event #flower language #hanahaki #hanahaki disease

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lanaevyssmoved · 5 months

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OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GUYS... TWO DAYS. I WORKED ON IT FOR HOURS. i hope........ its worth it <3

tagging @cetra @dekariosgale @courierseis @euryalex @hibernationsuit @jerichoes @vanoefucks @captaintiny @gwynbleidd @arduath @rcpunzel @avallachs @fuckitwebhaal @hexdruid @sovereign-spaw @galesgrandad @thefathersbride @dandeyrain @doggybone @swanfey @voerman @full---ofstarlight @chaos-storm @covenscribe @raphaelsboudoir @simtalics @kymal @graynstairs @neonbutchery @hungryblackbird @moxley @thlix @isayashai @darlinghowl @astarionsfordf150 @moon-jun @lovaboy @ratscrap @picklepals @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @rigaudon @neosunbrella @sternenstaub28 @centipisde @kirkwall @lusus--naturae

#fray.txt #oc afhiri #oc candor #oc cirok #this was so rough man.#also candor and cirok dont eat or drink so.#lots of VIBES #and lots of trying to limit myself #as u can see i failed at limiting myself in multiple places ^_^#IM SO HAPPY IM DONE MAN #i know its long on ur dash but im not read moreing the entire thing it took me too long. U WILL LOOK

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yeahiguess3232 · 9 months

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My beautiful son-father in the style of Mucha! Which character should i do next? (Lemme know in the tags lol)

Symbolism of the flowers under the cut:

Ivy: dependence, endurance, faithfulness

Heliotrope: devotion

Blue Iris: faith, hope

Dandelion: overcoming hardship

(Source)

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #my art #dndads s1 #dndads odyssey #darryl wilson #ill probs do a few more #not sure which characters #leave suggestions #ill do npc or season 2 kids too #itll be a fun ride babey #can we talk about how awesome darryl is #big fan #art nouveau #dndads art nouveau

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questforgalas · 1 month

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Tags/Warnings: None except that the author is extremely American and knows nothing about European football

Masterlist

WC: 1.9k

Flower symbolism: Ghost's bouquet: Orange lily (hatred), thyme (courage), dark crimson rose (mourning) Soap's Bouquet: Heliotrope (devotion), marjoram (joy), sunflower (adoration)

This fic is rated Mature

For those who prefer Ao3

Notes: HOLY HELL BABES. Quite honestly, this is an 1/8 of what I had in mind for this chapter, but it's been so long since I updated that I wanted to give you a morsel to let you know this is indeed happening still. I've been applying to grad school, and as of this weekend I'm officially done with all of that so I can put my energy back to this fic, which, honestly, has been such a joy for me. I so appreciate you all coming along on this with me.

“Ghost, mate, we don’t need anotha bag of biscuits. Price will have our ‘eads if we come back with all this shit not on the list.”

“Touch the biscuits, Garrick, and ya'll find yarself unable to enjoy them on account of missing yar hands.”

Simon’s calf felt the quick bite of a trolley driven by the force of a snort. “The big, bad Ghost threatenin’ me ova biscuits.” Chestnut eyes shaded by the brim of a ball cap crinkled from a wide, bright smile across chocolate brown skin. “Don’t know if I should be ‘onored or insulted.”

Sergeant Kyle Garrick was one of Simon’s favorite people to walk on this planet. Though, he didn’t need to know that. Nor did he need to know that the list consisted of exactly three people. Well, that is if Simon kept lying to himself about the fourth spot trying to write themselves on there.

No, definitely three. Only three.

“Just sayin’, sir.” Garrick rocked the buggy. “Don’t see why we need five bags of biscuits.”

“Can’t ‘ave too many biscuits, Sergeant.”

“Expectin’ a surprise inspection by the Keebler elves?”

“They’re sneaky little fucks.”

Another snort. “I see. Certainly nothin’ to do with our new arrival today, I’m sure.”

Simon stared at the shelves. “Maybe ‘e likes biscuits.”

“Tell ya himself, did he?”

“No.”

“So, just raidin’ as a kind gesture?”

The fluorescent lights of the market were starting to feel very warm.

“Wait just a minute.” Garrick snapped up. The trolley jostled against Simon’s leg again, and the sergeant’s smug smile scraped on the lieutenant's nerves. “Are ya nervous?”

“Negative.”

“Oh my god.”

“Garrick.”

“Holy shit. You are. Y’are fuckin’ nervous!” Garrick was right giddy.

“Sergeant.”

“Hop off it, bruv. That scary bloke shite stopped workin’ on me years ago.” The sergeant resumed softly rocking on the trolley, a high-pitched squeak the only sound disturbing the quiet market aisle this early in the morning. The expression he wore was the perfect mix of amusement and disbelief with a soft smile matching the laugh that huffed past his lips. “Can take down entire terrorist cells without so much as breathin’ ‘eavy, but the new sergeant ‘as your panties in a twist.”

In this moment, surrounded by a rainbow of biscuit bags, Simon detested Garrick’s skills as an interrogator.

Price’s bloody fucking prodigy.

“What is it, huh? Worried he’s goin’ to outshine the Ghost?” Garrick teased.

“Worried ‘e’s goin’ to shatter yar fragile little ego when ‘e outshoots ya on the range is all.”

“Impossible. I learned from the best. Price was a good teacher.” The sergeant barked out a laugh as he dodged the hit Simon tried to land on his shoulder. “Just don’t go replacin’ me as your favorite sergeant, ‘right?”

“Y’are my only sergeant, Garrick.”

“Not as of today, I’m not.”

“What’s left on the list?” Simon steered the conversation, feeling the heat under his skin grow the longer Garrick kept at his interrogation.

Simon Riley didn’t get nervous. Like Garrick said, he takes out the earth’s dirtiest trash to keep the rest of it clean. He’s taken out entire enemy bases on his own, toppled entire cartels, and even survived the worst torture the darkest minds could conjure.

He didn’t get nervous.

It just so happened that today was the day that Soap officially transferred to their unit. A day Simon may have had marked on his calendar since Price confirmed the sergeant accepted his call. Not that it was anyone’s business. But it definitely was not a day he impatiently waited 11 days for. He didn’t spend 11 days trying to ignore the empty space next to him since Soap’s car door shut, leaving him alone on the tarmac.

No, definitely not Simon.

But the little voice inside kept saying, “Maybe this one will stay.” And Simon couldn’t admit how much he wanted that to be true.

A blessing in disguise: Garrick just thought he had a massive ego. The sergeant would lose interest soon.

At least, Simon really hoped so.

A crumpled piece of paper appeared in Garrick’s hand. He squinted at the chicken scratch scrawled across the creases. “Christ, Price writes worse than a child,” he muttered. “Just meat and eggs left, Lieutenant.”

Squeaky wheels trailed Simon through the market. An occasional small curse here and there drifted from the sergeant whenever the front wheel would catch, careening the trolley towards every shelf until Garrick gained control again. Simon tried to warn him, but reasoning with an under-caffeinated Garrick was like reasoning with a brick wall.

Sergeants and their caffeine. Simon smiled at the thought.

The soft sounds of cardboard being broken down and the shuffle of sleepy workers filled around them. It was still too early for the rest of the public to meander about for their morning shopping. A blessing of a military body clock, Simon supposed. The sergeant and the lieutenant had become fixtures at the market just across the river in the early days of the 141 calling Hereford home; the two always winning the task of the weekly shopping.

“Captain’s privileges, lads,” Price would say.

Hushed conversations between cashiers easily carried to the aisles, existing in the last tender moments before the day’s demands made themselves known. Two familiar faces stood guard at their registers, an older woman peering through big round glasses and a teenage boy clutching an energy drink like Simon clutches one of his knives. They waved to the soldiers as they passed by.

Garrick flashed them a smile in return. Both swooned. Simon rolled his eyes.

The sleepy spell in the air broke around the corner, the sounds of passionate debate growing as they approached the butcher’s counter.

“Y’are outta ya fuckin’ mind if ya think City has a chance this year.” A tall man behind the display slapped a large slab of meat laying in front of him, other hand gesturing wildly through the air. Only an inch or two shorter than Simon with hard muscles earned from years of lugging and chopping meat evident under soft layers of fat, he could’ve passed for Price’s age if it weren’t for the wrinkles and spots decorating his skin.

“Whadya on about, mate? City’s got the best scorin’ in all o’ Europe.” A younger man countered. A near head shorter and lithe as a stick,he blindly pulled and ripped wrapping paper that sat haphazardly in piles beside him on the table.

“All of Europe? Now ya takin’ the piss.” A gray mustache twitched under the older man’s nose. “Ya gonna go tell Real that? Besides, eve’ybody wit’a right mind knows Tottenham’s takin’ it this year.”

“Careful mates,” Simon interjected once he and Garrick saddled up to the glass counter, hand resting on the trolley. “That’s blasphemy talk ‘round these parts.”

“Lieutenant! Garrick!” The two men cheered, argument forgotten in the vent currents.

The young man fully turned and clasped each soldier's hand over the glass case, cupping their one with both of his. “Been ‘while. I’m sure ya were caught up in civil, clean, borin’ stuff, eh?” he winked.

“Nothin’ but borin’ for us, Danny boy,” Garrick answered, crossing his arms against the top of the glass case.

Danny laughed, a knowing smile on his lips.

The butcher’s counter was a weekly ritual for the sergeant and the lieutenant thanks to Simon’s teenage years apprenticing under a butcher just before the military, and it resulted in Simon’s not-so-subtle snobbery towards the meat that graced their plates. Sure, some may think it’s Ironic for a soldier to be picky. Anything’s better than an MRE, right? But if Simon was going to be gifted the opportunity to eat something besides the questionable chemicals the military called “nutrition”, he sure as hell was going to make the meal in front of him was the best it could be. His picky tastes and ability to “talk shop” won them the warm, albeit gruff, favor of the head butcher, Gerald. A man with a keen eye for meat and an even keener eye for weary souls.

“Y‘are not like the other soldiers tha’ come through ‘ere, are ya?” Gerald asked those years back as if he were simply asking the weather while he wrapped their cuts.

“How’d ya know?” Garrick had asked.

“‘Ave a glint in yar eyes,” Gerald said. “Seen some stuff, eh?”

“Could say that, sir,” Garrick huffed, easily taking the conversation. “I’m Sergeant Garrick. This is the Lieutenant.”

Gerald’s eyes narrowed. “Just Lieutenant, huh?” He held Simon’s gaze, and whatever he found hidden behind the black mask seemed enough when he nodded. “Nice to meet ya, boys. Ya come to me when ya need anythin’ ya hear? Don’ waste yar time with tha’ pre-packaged shite.”

Simon liked Gerald.

One day, a stick of a man appeared behind the counter. “Danny the apprentice,” he’d proudly introduced himself. “Already ‘eard all ‘bout you boys. Or, well, I guess wha’ little there is to ‘ear. Doesn’ stop ol’ Gerald from shuttin’ up about ya. Right ‘onor! ”

And so Danny’s sunshine worked alongside Gerald’s thorny edges.

“At least I’m a loyalist. Unlike Gerald ova‘ere - born an’ raised in Hereford yet ‘ere ‘e is. Defendin’ Tottenham,” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Can acknowledge the betta team and still root for my own,” Gerald countered as he joined them.

“The audacity,” Danny looked to the two soldiers, eyes landing on Ghost. “Bet y’are a good City boy, eh Lieutenant?”

“Never spill my secrets in enemy territory, Danny.”

“He’s more for silent, psychological warfare,” Garrick supplemented. “Neva let’s me or the captain live it down.”

Simon hummed, “How many years I won the pool, now?”

“Three,” Garrick grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. Praise City and whateva’ otha piss they say. Ya boys been ‘right?” Gerald asked.

“Aye, can’t complain, sir. Yarselves?” Garrick answered.

“Same old, same old. Dealin’ wi’this ‘eadache ever’day.” The end of Gerald’s rag found Danny’s shoulder.

“Oi! Cause I’m the only one crazy enough to deal wit’ya, ya crazy ol’ geezer.”

Shaking his head, Gerald turned to the soldiers, “What’ll it be today, boys?”

Twenty minutes later with a boot full of enough biscuits and meat to sustain the whole base, Simon and Garrick crossed over the old town bridge onto the unassuming country road that led to the concrete walls hiding some of the most dangerous men in this country.

And that wasn’t to mention the 141.

“It’s 0800. When does new guy show up?” Garrick’s knuckle made a steady beat against the car window matching his bouncing knee.

“Eager?”

“To not be the fuckin’ new guy anymore? Fuck yeah I am. Though, technically, I joined this squad before ya,” He tried to pass that last part under a muttered breath. “Be nice to have someone not geriatric to spend time with.” He continued on.

“We’re only five years apart, Sergeant.”

“Yeah, and ya act geriatric.”

Simon ignored that. “He’s scheduled for an 0930 arrival.”

“How long ya had that memorized?”

“Y’are one comment from latrine duty.”

“Oh, definitely found the sore spot. Now, how to use this to my advantage…”

“‘Ow does recruit duty for three weeks sound?”

“Alright, alright. No need to get nasty. Just takin’ the piss. Christ.” Garrick glanced towards Simon. “Anxious and irritable. What the fuck ‘appened in Lithuania?”

“Am not anxious,” Simon grumbled for the umpteenth time that morning. Shit, he was doing a piss poor job keeping a lid on everything.

“Yeah?” The sergeant nestled against the door. “Then why’re’ya bitin’ my ‘ead off anytime I mention him?”

“Drop it, Garrick.”

“I’m just sayin’...”

“Sergeant. Enough.” The tone of Simon’s voice left no room for argument. The sergeant’s interrogation stopped short. Silence fell around them. The line drawn in the sand, one Sergeant Garrick smartly gave a wide berth.

And approximately ninety minutes left until Simon’s world tilted on its axis.

#tay writes #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty

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hprarepairfest · 5 months

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Post Fest Round-Up

The fourth edition of the rare pair fest has come to an end! And with 81 submissions, it's safe to say it's been a wild success!!

With so many fics, it's a bit much to do a masterpost so we've summed up the highlights below!

Pairings:

This year, the fest featured 66 different pairings, the most popular being: 🍐 Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson in first with 5 fics, 🍐 Harry Potter/George Weasley in second with 4 fics, 🍐 Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange in third with 3 fics!

Those 66 pairings featured 68 different characters, with the most popular being: 🍐 Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy tied for first with 10 fics each, 🍐 Pansy Parkinson in second with 9 fics, 🍐 Neville Longbottom, Regulus Black, and Remus Lupin tied for third with 8 fics each!

Also, this year we had several tag-launching fics! 💞 fire burn and cauldron bubble launched the Merope Gaunt/Romilda Vane tag 💞 Forever in Your Debt launched the Mary Cattermole/Ron Weasley tag 💞 Heliotrope launched the Mafalda Hopkirk/Fabian Prewett tag 💞 Let Me Help You, Mr. Lupin launched the Lyall Lupin/James Potter tag 💞 A Purrrfect Evening launched the Blaise Zabini/Dolores Umbridge tag

Art:

This year, the rare pair fest featured 2 art submissions! 🎨 At the Library of Delphi 🎨 We got a lot of bridges to burn, tables to turn

Fic:

The remaining 79 submissions were fics with the following highlights ⌨ Most prolific author: PhantomGrimalkin with 4 works ⌨ Longest fic: God/Monster at 34,654 words ⌨ Most popular tag: Fluff with 13 fics ⌨ Most common rating: Explicit with 31 fics

And finally!

We want to give a big thank you to every one who participated in this year's fest. Whether you prompted, claimed, beta-ed, left kudos, commented, or shared the submissions with others, you've all made this year a rousing success! Next year we'll be taking a break as the mod team is currently running the Rare Pair Fest as well as the Rare Pair Secret Santa Exchange and have decided to host them on alternating years. So next year, we'll be hosting the second Rare Pair Secret Santa Exchange followed by the fifth edition of the Rare Pair Fest on the following year.

If you want to see the whole collection, click HERE!

If you want to discuss and share rare pair fics in the interim, we have a non-fest server dedicated to rare pairs so please feel free to join us!

Thank you again to everyone for all of your effort and enthusiasm!

#hp rare pairs #hp rare pair fest #hp fanfic #fanfiction #hp fest #harry potter #hp rare pair

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seven-pink-glasses · 7 months

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Laughter bursts into the air as the camera turned on and faced into the apartment where three people stood doing their own things.

"Atticus, careful! I have a hot pan over there!" The man on the right, Simon Glass, called out in warning as he threw in a couple of chocolate chips into the raw dough he was holding.

"It's fine Glassy! I'm super duper careful." The pink haired person waved their hand dismissively at the former. "I'm just saying hi."

Dr Simon Glass rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his baking. He's got a few days worth of pastry to refill in the apartment.

From behind the two of them, Abirt Kravitz smiled affectionately as he continued conversing on his phone.

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Hello hello once again! It is me again and yes, this is a whole rewrite of @that-funky-family!

I know I've remade the blog twice now but hey, they say third time's the charm right?

-Alt (@atinyladybug-daydreams)

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As usual, the rules of this blog are simple!

Any form of discrimination OUTSIDE of character will not be tolerated. In-character depends on the mod.

Tone indicators greatly appreciated

Everything slightly NSFW will be tagged under #dirty or #inappropriate (Minors don't interact with such tagged posts

Blog Status:

Asks, DMs , Submissions, blog-to-blog and muse interactions are opened

Anons are on

M!A (Magic Anon) is closed ATM.

This blog uses Recollection AU lore. (I ramble about it in @atinyladybug-art sometimes!)

Current Muses:

Dr Abirt Kravitz

Dr Simon Glass

Atticus Kravitz

Other RP Blogs I run:

@sleeping-pajamas (Dr Pajamas | Amalgam AU)

@forget-me-nots-and-heliotropes (Not-Atticus | Recollection AU)

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#mod art #mod writes #mod speaks #intro #scp #abirt kravitz #dr glass #atticus kravitz #Starring: Atticus #Starring: Simon #Starring: Abirt #scp oc #SCP RP

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laurelverses · 11 months

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Heliotrope: ... bzzt. You're also late. Again.

Cohton: I am? Oh. Sorry, kiddo.

Heliotrope: ...

#not an ask #starbound #ask blog #starbound ask blog #askblog #starbound askblog #heliotrope tag #cohton tag #bismuth tag #wolfsanite tag #mod note: Helio's birthday was the 14th. both cohton and us are late. SORRY HELIO! we love you

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scarasun · 2 years

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per aspera ad astra – through hardships, to the stars

{ pairing } arlecchino x gn!reader

{ word count } 2k

{ summary } there is nothing arlecchino fears more than losing you, but after you get injured on a mission trying to protect her, she realizes that there is nothing she won't do to keep you safe.

{ genre/warnings } slight angst, with a tinge of fluff. arlecchino is kind of demanding and overprotective. reader has a shitty background. established (secret) relationship between reader and arlecchino. mentions of blood and injury. reader calls arlecchino 'arle' as a nickname.

{ a/n } i wrote this for @ghostly-march's 600 followers event, based on the prompt, "heliotrope" (the determination to do anything for their loved one). ngl i actually felt like giving up on this piece a few times, but i promised myself i would write something for arlecchino since i saw her in the fatui trailer + i couldn't really think of any other plot line that fit the prompt. anyways i think this turned out pretty good despite the struggle, and i am honored to finally bless the arlecchino x reader tag on tumblr 🙏🙏🙏 reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!!

THE FIRST THING you’re aware of when you regain consciousness is the blizzard howling outside. It rages, the glacial wind sweeping the dried branches of dead trees across the small window. Even with the fire blazing in the hearth and the thick blanket slung across your shoulders, you can feel the cold seeping into your bones, rendering you even more helpless than you already are. The presence of such a furious winter could only mean one thing – you were back in Snezhnaya.

You couldn’t remember exactly what had happened before you blacked out, only that things had gone south when you were sent on a confidential mission for the Fatui abroad, with the company of a certain harbinger. In the throes of a fight, you had gotten injured, blood staining the walls and floors – not only the enemy’s blood, but yours. The memory sent a shiver crawling up your spine, one completely unrelated to the cold.

You knew working for the Fatui came with its dangers, and yet it still felt surreal. If it weren’t for the thick bandage wrapped over your throbbing side, you would have just palmed it off as some twisted dream. But it wasn’t. What happened when you went down? Did Arlecchino escape? Did she get injured too? That was as far as you allowed your mind to go, not entertaining the thought of the only other awful possibility. No, if you were back in Snezhnaya, then it had to mean that she had made it too.

Over the roaring wind, you could make out the faint sound of unhurried footsteps. It came from outside your ward, and as much as you tried to crane your neck to see, the pain was too overwhelming for you to even move an inch. The door creaked open, harsh light cutting into the mellow darkness of your room. Shutting the door behind them, the individual made their way inside the room, heels clicking – until they looked over at your bed and paused.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

Arlecchino. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would’ve pinched yourself. Was this a dream? You tried once again to get up, only succeeding in hurting yourself further. Her footsteps quickened when she noticed your painful squirming, and she made her way towards your bed, her face coming into view.

Even in the weak light, you could tell that she had changed drastically since the last time you saw her. Her cheeks were more hollow, and the life in her eyes had dimmed significantly. In her haste, some of her hair had fallen into her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush the strands away.

She busies herself by adjusting the pillows behind you, but the way she avoids your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. Without saying anything, she helps you to the glass of water at your bedside table, the coolness easing the drought in your throat.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling?” she asks quietly, taking a seat at the chair by your bedside. You had seen her in the Fatui meeting room countless times before; she was commanding and ruthless, living up to her name as one of the most powerful Fatui Harbingers. It always amazed you when she talked to you so softly, with enough care to soothe a spooked cat. With her title and formidable clothing stripped away, she could have passed for a regular person.

“I’m okay.” When you speak, your voice feels ancient, almost like an archaeological relic that had been buried for centuries.

“You’ve been unconscious for one week now,” she says, answering the question lingering at the tip of your tongue. “The medics say you’ll recover completely, you just need some rest.”

At the statement, she releases a sigh, almost like she had been comforted by the fact. You notice the way she still seems to be avoiding your eyes, and a sinking feeling crawls into your stomach. Why was she acting like this?

“Did you get hurt, Arle? What happened?” In the time that you had known her, Arlecchino was always secretive about the things she thought could hurt you. She hid those ugly truths from you, with the intention of protecting you from harm. It was one of the things that you both loved and hated about her, and you knew that she wouldn’t reveal the truth of what she was hiding without a little prodding.

You can see the hesitation in her eyes when she opens her mouth to speak, choosing and mincing her words carefully to ensure that they were appropriate.

“We were attacked by some armed treasure hoarders. It seemed like their only intention was to steal, but they still had the nerve to intercept the Fatui, much less a Fatui Harbinger.” Her gaze is cast downwards, but you can see the moment when her mood suddenly turns from one of anger to sadness. “You saved me, you know. They didn’t hesitate to attack us, and if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve gotten hit by one of their arrows.”

Almost like she could see through your thin nightclothes, her gaze travels straight to the place where the bandage had been wrapped around your body. “It was only my duty,” you say.

“No, I can’t let this happen again. I was supposed to protect you.”

“It’s okay, Arle. I’m fine now.”

“But what if your injury was worse?” For the first time since she entered your room, she looks straight into your eyes. Her gaze is filled with a kind of pain that pierces your heart, the kind only derived from being a hair’s breadth away from losing someone you love. “What if we hadn’t made it back to Snezhnaya in time? What would have happened to you then?”

A long silence settles above the two of you - Arlecchino with her head in her hands, and you staring at her in disbelief. You’re almost ashamed at how much you’ve caused her to hurt. You want to reach out and hold her hand, but there’s a palpable wall of tension between the both of you, and you suppress the urge.

“It won’t happen again, so you don’t need to worry. I’ll be more careful in the future,” you whispered, the only other sound in the room the crackling of wood in the hearth.

“It certainly won’t happen again,” Arlecchino says, with a kind of finality that sends a chill up your spine. You could tell there was something else she was hiding, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“What are you thinking about, Arle?”

“Do you know how long it took me to rise to my station as a Fatui Harbinger?” she asks. Since you had known her, she had kept her past hidden under a layer of secrecy. You shake your head, eager to hear where she was going with her statement.

“Years. It took years. But I was determined to make my way to the top, and no one dared stand in my way. And when I finally reached where I wanted to be...I discovered that it was quite lonely. Until I met you.” She smiles and takes your hand with enough love to heal a withering plant. She puts your hand on her chest, and through her black shirt, you could feel her heart beating.

Your relationship with her had begun to progress soon after you had been assigned to her team. Your initial impression of her was that she was just as cold and demeaning as the other Harbingers. She was beautiful, but deadly, and the mystery that surrounded her made her all the more chilling. You were determined to stay on track with your duties and not attract any unnecessary attention to yourself, but for some reason she took an interest in you.

The time you spent poring through documents together and chatting about attack strategy soon turned into idle conversations and lingering touches, and you learnt the heart that was buried under all that ice. The heart that you felt beating under your palm now.

“When you’re a part of the Fatui, what we have…doesn’t come without a price, Y/N. It’s dangerous, especially for you. The Tsaritsa and the other Harbingers have spies planted everywhere in Snezhnaya, and if word were to get out about our relationship…” she squeezes your hand, the possibility hanging over your heads like sharp icicles.

“It won’t be pretty,” you finished. Her silence was all the closure you needed. Her post as a Fatui Harbinger obviously meant a lot, and if your relationship was forbidden, you could only come to one conclusion.

You pull your hand back from hers, as if you had been stung. “Arle, are you breaking up with me?”

She looks up at you with such shock, that you almost retract your words. “No, I would never. I’ve considered the possibility, but the thought of actually going through with it is painful.” She shakes her head, and you release a sigh of relief.

“Then what is it that you’re planning to do?”

“I’m giving up my title as a Fatui Harbinger.”

It’s your turn to stare at her in shock. She was giving up everything she earned…for you? She gazed at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, before continuing. “And I want you to come with me.”

“No, I won’t let you do that. You worked so hard-”

“We don’t have any other choice, Y/N. The Fatui is too dangerous for you, and if I stay, you’ll only be roped into more nonsense. I’ve already heard rumors flying around about the way I carried you back here, instead of leaving you to die like I was expected to. To them, you and the other subordinates are simply disposable pawns used to do their dirty work.”

You shake your head, refusing to hear out anything she has to say – but she persists.

“As a Harbinger, cruelty is expected of me, but I can’t find it within myself to act like that when you’re around.”

“But how would it feel suddenly giving up everything you’ve worked so hard for?”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve been wanting to leave for the longest time – you getting hurt just sealed the deal.” She speaks with more resolve, as though your reaction hadn’t wavered her.

You felt that having her leave the Fatui on your behalf was selfish, but if it meant that the both of you could turn over a brand new leaf together, was it really all that bad of a decision?

The more you thought about it, the more leaving behind this life appealed to you. The Fatui was no place for someone who wanted to lead a normal life. You had been forcibly enlisted into their ranks when you were younger, by parents who labeled you as nothing more than a ruffian who needed to learn their place in the world. You had thought of them as cruel, but as it turned out, they were nothing compared to the ones who ruled over Snezhnaya. In the Tsaritsa’s quest to be the most pure, she had fed poison into the four corners of Teyvat. You had witnessed the damage firsthand, and it wasn’t something you would ever want to see again.

But after all your woes and misfortune, it seemed like a blessing when you finally found your solace in Arlecchino. You were sure that there was more to the world than just evil – she was proof of that – and you wanted to see it, with her by your side.

“I’ve made my decision,” you say, taking a steadying breath.

Arlecchino looks up at you, her eyes expectant. “Tell me.”

“I’ll leave with you.”

She smiles a genuine smile, one that crinkles the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. It was a sight you knew you wanted to behold for the rest of your life, one you would never get tired of.

She takes your hand and kisses the back of it. “I promise I’ll make you happy – till the very end of our days.”

And just like that, a new chapter had dawned upon you, the ruins of the old chapter crumbling behind you. It was never promised that the future would be easy, but with Arlecchino by your side, you knew you could push through anything.

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