#aingeal

[inartchive]

[lokilickedme]

It were different to what I was feelin now though, sittin there in her pub starin' at the puddle of whiskey that'd sloshed outta the glass she'd plonked down in front of me.  I weren't thinkin of her or of me mum.  But the feelin was there, roiling in me gut, that twisty unsettling feelin that hurt just as much as it felt good.

I were thinkin of Mol.

My Mol.

Fuckin woman were a burr in me boot, but I'd tied the laces in knots to keep 'em from untyin' and now I could'nae get'em loose.  She were in there good and proper, rubbin on me wrong and settin a pain to me that got worse with every step.  There were no gettin away from it, it just kept comin with me.

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Chapter 19 is up!

[mariocki]

The Price (Channel 4, 1985)

"It was four o'clock one morning. There was a hammering at the door. The troops were thundering upstairs, shouting for William Crossan. My mother held on to my father, they threw her off him. Against the stairs. He'd done nothing. We weren't a Provo family, this wasn't the Bog. Or the Creggan. I was twelve. She caught me throwing stones at the Brits, she belted me! He had bronchitis, ah, he wasn't a well man. They ran him across the road in his bare feet, over broken glass. He was spread-eagled against a wall. The crucifix round his neck was torn off. 'You have a fuckin' cheek to wear that, Paddy'. And when he collapsed, they batoned him in the stomach or the balls. And when he could no longer get up... they stamped on his fingers. Broke two of them. When he was released - there were no charges - that night, it was the week before Bloody Sunday... I was allowed out to throw stones."

[aingealwithasword]

[ovnihoje]

Registros Akáshicos revelaram o que ocorrerá no futuro próximo

Registros Akáshicos revelaram o que ocorrerá no futuro próximo

No esoterismo oriental, o espaço universal no qual a mente universal está incorporada é chamado de Akasha. Porque muitos conhecimentos existem e estão incluídos neste campo, também é chamado de Registros Akáshicos. É quase idêntico ao Mundo das Idéias, de Platão, ou o Éter, a substância primária ou essência da qual todos os seres são formados. [ATENÇÃO: Não há comprovação da veracidade de alguma…

[thedauntlesscrew]

How's being dead treating the both of you?

And also you wouldn't happen to know how to get Veers to stop telling people that AT-ATs and AT-STs are spirit animals, would you? It's really tiring having to tell him "no max, they're not spirit animals" (especially if it's 3 in the morning)

Alright, even tho I can no longer eat or drink anything, which is very annoying since I keep forgetting that I'm no longer amongst the living and try to pick something up (to eat or drink) only to knock it over resulting in an ensign or intern to get startled.

- Commander Aingeal

Poorly

- Admiral Ozzel (drama queen)

Neither of us know how to get Veers to stop with that nonsense, unfortunately. That would have to be a VERY long conversation with you, Veers and @ask-sad-ghost-piett. Honestly when is Veers not talking about THAT nonsense; it was one thing with the AT-ATs, but now with the AT-STs??? Ozzel and I are very confused, yet we both agree with @ask-sad-ghost-piett that they are DEFINETLY NOT a spirit animal.

-Commander Aingeal & Admiral Ozzel

[sprout-fics]

For the valentines requests, can I request Soap with ‘gentle touch’?

Gentle Touch (Valentines day asks)

Tags: Prince Soap, Healer reader, Wounds/injuries, Whump, Sickfic, Royalty AU, Gaelic

“Make way for the prince!”

All heads in the medical tent turn at the cry, hands pausing as they nurse the wounded to observe the man who is brought in by a collection of broad, well armed knights. They flank him on either side, iron armor splattered with blood and viscera and rushing between the injured soldiers as they rush their liege towards the back of the tent. 

You follow them at once, wiping your bloodied hands as you catch sight of the man in question. His odd hair marks him apart from his fellows, slick with sweat as it drapes across his forehead. He’s pale, lips devoid of color and eyes fluttering as he tries to rouse himself with little success. Someone has dragged his kilt aside to reveal the arrow protruding from his left shoulder- the feathers streaked with blood. 

Outside, the battle rages on. 

He’s laid on a blanket as you dart to his side, chest thumping wildly as his blue eyes catch yours for only a moment before rolling away. 

“Help him.” One of his knights pleads beside you, brown eyes fearful and desperate as he tugs at your sleeve. “Please.”

You nod numbly, wiping your hands with a wet cloth before falling to your knees beside the young prince. His chest rises shallow under your hands, and as you fumble with his shirt a second pair of gauntleted hands tears it apart so you can place your palms against his hair, blood soaked chest. 

“I need space to work.” You tell them hoarsely, chest clenching at the thought it may be your head if you are unable to save him. 

“I’m not leaving him-” The knight from before gasps, wild eyed and distraught before his older fellow places a hand on his shoulder.

“Gaz.” The knight captain warns. “We’re still needed.”

Gaz stares at his liege in distress, looking to your own gaze desperately with a wordless plea. 

Save him.

“Ghost.” The knight captain says, and the larger, dark clad knight lingers at the foot of the blanket, fists clenched and jaw clenched as he regards the feverish young prince mumble something in his barely lucid state. The look he offers you have you swallow hard around the fear in your throat, promising a tumultuous and uncertain future should you fail your duty. He too vanishes, leaving you alone with the young prince. 

You work quickly, ignoring the impending threat should you fail, the shaking of your hands as blood continue to spill forth. You press hard on the wound, feel blood gush around your fingers until it mercifully begins to stem, all while he trembles beneath your fingers. 

He chokes on the pain, the young prince, eyes rolling and skin slick with a cold sweat as his body tries vainly to recover itself from the arrow that was lodged deep into his chest. You whisper the prayers of saints as you bend over him, tongue narrowly avoiding the rotes of the dead as the prince whimpers from the agony of his wound.

He rouses at one point, head rolling towards you and examining you through lidded eyes. His lips move, trying to form words as his brow furrows, blinking slowly as observing your frightened eyes. 

“Càr-aingeal.” He slurs, and his head falls backwards once more. You recognize his tongue, blinking at the delusional rambling of “Guardian angel.” and reminding yourself the warmth on your face is only that of exertion.

You panic when his heartbeat begins to slow under your hands. He’s no longer bleeding, but the sudden steadiness of it has you pressing an ear to his bloody chest to listen to the thrum of it inside the cage of ribs. Yet his breathing has calmed, chest rising strong and steady despite his sickly pale complexion. 

You thank the saints that he is as strong as he is.

It takes time to wipe the blood free, to stitch his wound closed with clean thread, and you watch his sleeping face contort with pain as you work, face warming with the realization that despite the grimace, the prince is handsome.

The battle has begun to quiet outside, but wounded still flow into the tent. You refuse to leave the prince’s side unless his health suddenly turns. His skin is cold from blood loss, and in your desperate attempt to warm him you find yourself laying beside him, praying and attempting to imbue some of your own warmth to him. 

It’s dark when you awake. 

There’s a hand stroking your cheek. 

You raise your head drowsily, scarcely avoiding a gasp when you discover the weary, gaunt gaze of the prince regarding you with fondness. 

“Wondered if I dreamt ye.” He tells you quietly, his other arm limp at his side, bandaged and bound. “Thought maybe ye’d come to collect my soul or summat.”

You gasp some sort of flustered excuse, trying to move away, only for his arm to keep you close. 

“Stay.” He pleads, rather than demands, eyes tired and soft. “You’re warm.”

That’s likely true, if only because your face feels aflame.

Still, you obligate his request, tucking yourself small but hesitant against his bare side. 

The prince, Soap as he would tell you in the coming days where you nurse him back to health, sighs in contentment, eyes fluttering. 

“An angel.” He whispers, as if to himself, and you raise your head only to watch his handsome face go blissfully slack with sleep. 

You find, as you drift to sleep beside him, that your hearts beat in sync.

[onefleshonepod]

Strange Names in Nona the Ninth

Nona’s gang of kids, plus the Angel, all appear to have weird names because they are Nona’s transliterations of their names in their native languages into the language of the Nine Houses.

Hot Sauce nodded. Nona guessed again, “Born in the Morning.” “You mean Born in the Morning,” said Hot Sauce. “That’s what I said,” said Nona.

There are seventeen local languages (according to Ianthe) on New Rho. Nona can speak all of them, without really understanding what she’s doing, so she understands the names she hears and the meaning of these names to be synonymous.

Nona understood everybody, and could speak back to them so that they understood her, and nobody ever said she had an accent. This confounded Palamedes. When she first said that she could speak back by watching them talk and making her lips look like theirs, it confounded him so much more that it gave Camilla a headache.

(I think the same thing’s going on with The Building that Troia cell lives in; I think it’s a word in another language that means building and is used as an official name for the building, but I have no guesses as to what that could be.)

I believe Nona is able to do this both because she is Alecto, who plays the role of the Holy Spirit in Tamsyn's Catholic Trinity 2.0, and the Holy Spirit gave the Apostles the gift of tongues during Pentecost, and because she is the soul of Earth. The languages spoken on New Rho presumably came from Earth, so of course she can speak all of them!

This is my attempt to reverse engineer all of these names into House / English.

The Angel / The Messenger

BOE calls Aim "the Messenger" and the children and Nona call her "the Angel.”

We Suffer: “Usually you both meeting up with the Messenger, whom you call the Angel, would have been very bad.”

When the Angel first appears, her name is playing on the meaning of “angel” as a caring and godly being – the reader gets that it would make sense for children who love her to see her as an angel, so this remark flies under on the radar:

The Angel was what they called the nondescript, washed-out, dusty-haired personage who came to teach the Hour of Science. Why they called her the Angel was unclear.

But it is clear why they call her The Angel! It comes from a word with two meanings: the Greek word “angelos” originally meant “messenger” and later took on the meaning of “angel” or “messenger of God,” so all names originating from this word have both of those meanings.

Names originating from “angelos” include Angela (English, Spanish), Aniela (Polish), Aingeal (Irish), Anděla (Czech), Andjela (Serbian), Angèle (French), Angiola (Italian), Anzhela (Russian), and diminutives like Angelina.

The name is intended by BOE to mean Messenger, because of her societal role, but Nona is translating the other meaning of her name, Angel, because that meaning is what makes more sense to her given the way she sees and loves the Angel.

It's also possible that BOE has a more formal version of this name as a title for the Messenger and the children's "the Angel" which Nona hears as distinct from "the Messenger" is a diminutive or less formal version of the same name.

Born in the Morning

This name could be Sabah (Arabic), Akinyi (Luo from Kenya), or Asa (Japanese), all names which mean “morning” and more specifically “born in the morning.”

Honesty

This is a bit more difficult and I’m really not sure about any of these. There are quite a few boys' names meaning “honesty.” There are even more names that mean “honest” or “truthful,” but for strictly the noun “honesty” we have these names:

Pheakdei (Khmer, from Cambodia); Satyam, Onnesha, and Sachh (Hindi); Zaka and Sadaqat (Arabic); and Onestà or Onesto (Italian).

I don’t speak any of these languages, so I can’t comment on which name is most likely, and there are probably also way more possibilities that I missed in my deep dive into 457 baby name websites and dictionary translations!

Edit: I've seen "Frank" suggested a lot as a potential name, but I don't think this is likely, because "Honesty" is a noun, and "Frank" is an adjective. I think if Tamsyn intended the name to be a transliteration of "Frank" she would have used the adjective "Honest," not the noun "Honesty " – she doesn't seem the type to overlook something like that.

Beautiful Ruby

I think this name is probably just two names, in an unknown language, one meaning “beautiful” and one meaning “ruby.”

Unfortunately, there are millions of possibilities here and I can’t find any combination that particularly jumps out. If you have more thoughts on this please let me know!

Hot Sauce

Hot Sauce, of course – as a delightful choice that only serves to confuse the reader more with respect to all of these names – is literally just named Hot Sauce. You CAN put it on rice and you CAN put it on bread!!

[cr0w-fr]

Finished this piece of my lovely darling, Aingeal <3

She is gentle, kind, and offers soft down for weary dragons to rest their head on. Listen to her soothing voice, let her soft paws smooth worries from forrowed brows, and tell her your woes.

She judges not, and tells no other living thing the secrets and worries she has been told. Your weaknesses are genuinely safe with her.

[konigsblog]

orlaaa hello from austria !!! almost forgot to send my weekly ask omg silly me >:( am currently lookin for könig just for you !!

here's the deal: you go find johnny, send him back to me (simon too maybe...? no? please..? i just know he's chillin with johnny!) & i'll kidnap könig for you! (dunno how i'm gonna do that since i'm literally 5'4 Imao but I AM DETERMINED !!!)

all jokes aside, i love you and i ADORE your work. have a nice day/night, schatzi! kisses and hugs! mwahmwah 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

absolutely, anon, that's a fabulous deal !!

i'll go to glasglow and find him just for you, i'm sure he won't mind... we're just doing a fun, little deal... right ?! 🫣🤭 might have to get him drunk, as drunk johnny is easy to coerce, easy to convince !! :33 👀

thank you, my dearest !! <33 🌷🌺 i'm thankful that you're appreciating my work, aingeal !! i love you more, mwah-mwah :3 💐🫂

[sparkagrace]

Hello! I've read almost 100 fics so far this year, which is incredible. I read almost the same amount of fics as last month, but they were much shorter on average.

march

200,742 words read over 28 fics (average of 7,169 words per fic, not including wips) 📉 down 26.2% from February

current total for the year: 669,087 words

a handful of fic recs

better to speak or die by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place stucky | E | 69k

My Heart Skips A Beat When I'm With You by @mind-empty-heart-full stucky | E | 5.4k

by my own hand by @dontcallmebree stucky | M | 1.1k

soft landing by @plincess-cho stucky | G | 1.3k

Tastes Like Spring Break by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy stucky | E | 2.8k

A Kiss Just Waiting to Happen by @voylitscope stucky | E | 4.6k

Arctic Fervor by @smutconnoisseur bucky barnes x johnny storm | E | 2k

a couple of author recs

@buckyismybicycle recs: if you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually [stucky | 1.2k], candy, sugar, sweets — tell me everything that you need [stucky | 2.2k]

@padfoot-and-the-marauders recs: Little Giant [stucky | 11.8k], I'll Cover You (with a thousand sweet kisses) [stucky | 3k]

currently streaming some wips started this month

New Hands on Deck by @duchessonfire stucky | E | 1 of 7

a league of our own by @burnin-brighter stucky | E | 2 of ?

Your BIGGEST fan... by @kahey2804 and @smutconnoisseur tj hammond x frank adler | E | ?

recently completed wips

motivation by @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes stucky | E | 31.3k

be kind, rewind older fics or rereads

In which Bucky loses his careful poise, and lets the metal arm do what it will by aingeal stucky | E | 5.6k

All In White by reservoirgays stucky | E | 4.6k

the texting romcom of two very confused nonagenarians by StuckySituation stucky | T | 11.3k

That Same Slow Dance by @hollybennett123 stucky | E | 6k

[lokilickedme]

@winterisakiller - this is for you <3

Excerpt from Aingeal Ard chapter 18 under the cut

Her truck - Molly's - it was still at the pub across the street, sittin' there like a bookmark tellin' me this were where I'd left off.  But bookmarks also tell ya where to pick back up, an that were the part that set my head to spinnin'.  There was no pickin' back up, the story had an ending I had no intent on readin'.

Mick nodded toward the truck.  "It was a loaner, wasn't it?"

He was right, she'd prob'ly left it and took a cab to the airport.  For some reason that made me less riled up, knowin she might not be in there anymore and the truck were just tauntin' me with the proof that she'd been here, right here, breathin' the same air I was suckin into me lungs.  That she were gone, off in a plane far up in the sky, a long damn ways from where I were standin, gaspin' for air like she'd taken all the oxygen out of it an' left me with just the dregs to choke on.

Finished and gone.

Good riddance.

And a damn sore ache settlin in me chest, right about in the spot where she'd laid her head.

.

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas

Soap x f! reader

I don’t know what happened, but the original one either got accidentally deleted or I just never posted it! This is the first of the series. I’ll be home for Christmas. Enjoy

Warnings: none

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

[aingealwithasword]

It’s good to be home :)

[holycatsandrabbits]

Part 20 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: November 2022

Thank you to all the creators who bring us so much joy AND to the readers who support the creators! <3

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

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Series: (not all of these series are complete)

ASMR by AppleSeeds, and IneffableToreshi Rated T-E (C & A are ASMR therapists)

Bi M' Aingael & Mèinn Aingeal Milis by IneffableToreshi Rated T-E (Musician C & audience member A)

Not Lavender, But Roses by @cassieoh and @liquidlyrium (Ao3 Liquid_Lyrium) Rated T (Mechanic C & fighter pilot A during WWII)

Rocker Crowley by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) Unrated. (Rock star C & bookseller A)

The Garden of Delights by @zehwulf Rated E (C & A are members of a sex club)

Single Fics:

24. Sugar Baby/Prostitution by @samara-lillllly (Ao3Samara Lilly (Amber_Rose)) 1760 words, Rated E (Sex worker C and bookshop owner A)

A Little Outside Push by @sapphosewrites (Ao3 Sapphose) 2994 words, Rated G (C & A work for rival theater companies)

All's Fair in Love, War, and Show Business by @sapphosewrites (Ao3 Sapphose) 44,139 words, Rated T (C & A are actors)

Almost Heaven by pilatesandpinot 56,503 words, Rated E (C & A are neighbors)

Blindness by @janara7 (Ao3 LCwrites) 1524 words, Rated M (Criminal C & Detective A)

Dare To Be Brave by @mimsynims 28,803 words, Rated E (Author C & bookshop owner A meet at puppy obedience class)

Day 4: Teacher/Student by @samara-lillllly (Ao3Samara Lilly (Amber_Rose)) 1886 words, Rated E (Teacher C and student A)

Day 13: Medical by @samara-lillllly (Ao3Samara Lilly (Amber_Rose)) 1879 words, Rated T (Nurse C & emergency room patient A)

Doorway to Paradise by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 5714 words, Rated E (C & A are neighbors)

Endless Night by AppleSeeds 31, 843 words, Rated T (C & A are college students and housemates)

Fringe Benefits by @sapphosewrites (Ao3 Sapphose) 1596 words, Rated T (Actor C & theater patron C)

Ghost by AppleSeeds 5410 words, Rated T (CEO C and ghost A)

Gigantic by @bouncygin (Ao3 PeturbingPrism) 1941 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: rock star C and pop star A)

Growing Pains by OceanLace 77,309 words, Rated E (Single dad C & nanny A)

Hay Fever by @ineffableomenshusbands (Ao3 Dashicra1) 499 words, Rated M (Preacher's son C and farmhand A)

Hit me with your ledger by KissMyAsthma 1926 words, Rated G (C & A are coworkers)

Honeysuckle & Heat Waves by pilatesandpinot 44,772 words, Rated E (Male gardener C and female bed & breakfast owner A)

It's a Date by @melayneseahawk 6004 words, Rated E (A meets C after being stood up on a date)

It Takes Two by @saretton 12,187 words, Rated E (Single mother C & single father A)

Jack-o'-Crowley [High School AU] by @ineffableimpression (Ao3 alex232227) 1446 words, Rated G (C & A are high school students)

Last Crossing by @holycatsandrabbits (Dannye Chase) self-rec! 7052 words, Rated M (Ship's steward A & passenger C)

Losing Your Head by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 1944 words, Rated E (Lady Azirabelle and male rescuer C in a Bastille fic)

Never Been Better by @anxietycheesecake 1118 words, Rated E (C & A are both trans, and are lovers)

On the Ethics of Asking Your Professor on a Date by @melayneseahawk 7433 words, Rated T (Professor C & student A)

Parallel by AppleSeeds 9168 words, Rated T (C & A are graduate students)

Pigeon by Lilian 10,685 words, Rated T (Orphan C & his teacher A are friends in a gen fic)

Search and Rescue by snae_b 18,854 words, Rated E (Search and rescue crew member C & embedded cameraman A)

Space Girl by pilatesandpinot 45,626 words, Rated E (Ineffable wives: C & A are college students)

Spelling Errors by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 585 words, Rated G (Barista C & customer A)

Star Light, Star Bright by @sapphosewrites (Ao3 Sapphose) 1177 words, Rated G (C & A work at a theater)

Take a Bow by @ack-emma (Ao3 ack_emma) 1061 words, Rated G (C & A are equestrians-- horse riders)

Take Me Up The Avon by Santillatron 6964 words, Rated T (Pirate C & Harbourmaster A)

Temple of the Muses by @ajconstantine (Ao3 AJ_Constantine) 240,764 words, Rated E (Sex worker C & Lord A in the Victorian era)

That's the ticket by by @hasturswig (Ao3 HolRose) 500 words, Rated G (A & C meet at an orchestra concert)

The One that Got Away by @madrabbitsociety (Ao3 madrabbitgirl) 2666 words, Unrated (C & A are old friends reunited)

the point is probably moot by @summerofspock 5957 words, Rated E (A is C's friend's boyfriend)

The Prince's Consort by IneffableToreshi 143,089 words, Rated E (Sex worker C & Prince A)

The Pumpkin Patch by AppleSeeds 6582 words, Rated T (Farmer C & visitor A)

The Scent of Desire by IneffableToreshi 87,699 words, Rated E (Omega florist C and alpha bookshop owner A)

The Wilde and The Serpent by KissMyAsthma 7634 words, Rated T (Tattoo artist C & customer A)

Tinder Dates Gone Wrong by OceanLace 2856 words, Rated E (C & A are roommates)

To Be With You by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 800 words, Rated E (C & A are lovers)

Too Busy Being Yours by @cheeriosandwine (Ao3 cheerios_and_wine) 2690 words, Rated E (C & A are best friends)

What Men Know of Heaven by @sapphosewrites (Ao3 Sapphose) 8446 words, Rated T (Sex worker C & charity shop manager A)

What's Left of Me by @arielavader 1408 words, Rated E (C & A are married)

When We Meet Again by AppleSeeds 4005 words, Rated T (C & A are friends of friends)

You Can Stay At My Place (And We Can Fall in Love) by IneffableToreshi 51,799 words, Rated E (C & A are roommates)

[plaqying]

ba chóir do david é féin a mharú ionas go mbeidh aingeal in ann dáta a thabhairt dom le do thoil ní féidir le duine ar bith é seo a aistriú