#eden hazard fic

[summerbummin]

My ATLA Fic Recs

“Scars”

When Azula shoots Iroh with lightning the gaang doesn’t let Zuko chase them away and insist on helping. It’s a catalyst for Zuko joining the gaang early and helping start a revolution with the fire nation people. I love the exploration of Zuko’s character in this fic and the world building with the nations all coming together I just love it sm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28578189

“Mountains and Badgermolehills”

Zuko is captured by Zhao on suspicion of being the blue spirit and Sokka ends up being his cell neighbor. Sokka realizes Zuko is a good person with loyalties to the wrong person and tries to force feed him friendship and gets the gaang in on it later. Also the banter is top tier

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23832139

“Gossip Lord Zuko”

Post canon Fire Lord Zuko bonding with his staff and joining in on gossip night. I love Zuko helping the fire nation heal and being adored by his people

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25231696

“Tea and Cakes”

Autistic Zuko with an eating disorder and good shit about his relationships with other members of the gaang and his uncle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25157731

“Life in Eden”

Fire hazard siblings where Ursa ran interference with Azula and made sure she knew she loved her children equally, so Azula and Zuko have a better relationship and she ends up helping him. Love their dynamic in this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25526884

“The Family You Choose”

The gaang as soulmates (I’d be surprised if u haven’t already read this fic tbh) but Zuko doesn’t know bc his grandfather and father burned his soul marks off when he was born. The explorations of everyone’s back stories is so good. I especially like how Suki’s got fleshed out, she deserves more attention from canon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20383669

“Dragon of the Yuyan”

Zuko is adopted by the Yuyan archers at 13 after his dad dumps him in the earth kingdom to die. He joins the gaang when he breaks Aang out as the blue spirit. He’s also mute and uses sign language. His reunion with Iroh had me so emotional ;-;

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1582384

“Kitsungi”

Au where after being burned and left for dead in the earth kingdom, Zuko ends up as a bodyguard for the Beifong’s daughter. The Zuko and Toph sibling bonding is supreme

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1540144

“In the Soft Light”

The war ends early au. Zukka fic featuring moon spirit Sokka and fire nation ambassador Zuko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26098987

“Salvage”

Hakoda adopts Zuko fic (I would also be surprised if anyone hadn’t read this fic with how popular it is) where Zuko goes from asshole cat prisoner to son boy. Also Hakoda is ready to uppercut Ozai

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21116591

“The beginning of a new and brighter birth”

Amazing post canon Zuko fic abt healing the fire nation, has many wholesome and funny moments

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14921627

“Carry on For You”

Zukka pokemon au series, it’s so good. I esp love the attention given to abused Pokemon

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1599013

“Lessons in Tea Making”

Au where Zuko gave up on his father early on and converted his naval ship into a traveling tea shop. He’s trying to stay out of the war and in a hilarious twist the gaang is trying to capture him so he can teach Aang fire bending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20648324

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

Tagged by Wyatt @orbleglorb AND @nosongunsung11 wow! I don’t actually have that many writing wips so I will also include the list of images in my brain to make since that exists as of recently

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

(I bolded the ones that are especially snippetable please ask me about my wips)

WRITING:

Snow White is something that can be so twink death (FF robobs fic about what if your boss gave you a fucked up little son that you hate)(also you lobotomized your ex in a weird power play thing)

Ballet au setlist (not really a fic but compilation of the ancient robobs ballet au)

If you couldn’t be a king (Underhill!Jay sleepaway manifesto that’s probably about as done as it’s gonna get but could definitely use some editing so it’s still in the wip folder)

Here We Fucking Go Again (ditto ballet au but it’s the Mamma Mia au of the Anastasia au in which Kismet and Catalyzer robobs wind up raising Moonshadow and nobody dies)

Souvisel Theseus Hadestown Timeloop (pretty much what it says on the tin! Sleepaway ship of Theseus polycule reimagined as my dream impossible doublecasting of Hadestown)

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Milfs (prequel to the 100k enemies to lovers road-trip slowburn I’m never gonna write abt ailermaid robobs)

(Doesn’t have a title bc it’s just in my notes app but there’s about 200 words in there trying to flesh out the Ricosquad dynamic)

(Ditto no title but there’s also like three sentences of CJ sleepaway in there that I wrote at like 1am yesterday and I don’t remember where they were going)

ART: (technically only a couple of these (bolded) is actually a wip. But if they’re rotating in my brain that counts.)

From Eden comic (ancients robobs)

I know a lady animatic (Kismet and Moonshadow robobs)

Echo CJ classical piece (Sleepaway)

Night we met animation (Joel oscu)

Ancients lineup I started years ago (robobs)

Azalea and Sat running to cope (Memphis guys blaseball)

EQ and Mercy roller derby image (robobs)

EQ and Mercy good omens au (robobs)

Blood Guy (🤫)

Two Birds and a Wire (Rico Dyker Hazard robobs)

Okay I literally do not know that many people to tag especially ppl I know who actively write and shit and also between Wyatt and Pallas y’all got most of them BUT @nplutonian @whoisthisboy @frosteee-variation @lovelandfrogman maybe?? and anybody else if you want to do this just say I tagged you

[wrapped-up]

i'm here to tell you that your fic has made me more knowledgeable. How so? well, i was doing a crossword puzzle, and one of the clues was: ... hazard, the player and i instantly knew it was eden because he is footballer sirius' crush, so thanks for that!

Cor, and also phwoar.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

I need your help to choose a fic to write (first)!! They’re all themed after Taylor swift songs (of course)!!!

1. diazka (Ruben Dias x Leon Goretzka) themed after Love Story

2. kdb x eden hazard themed after call it what you want

3. Reece James x Mason Mount themed after you’re losing me

4. Modramos themed after daylight

you are NOT allowed to pick the modramos option >:)

mf (affectionate) HOW could you do this to me cause you KNOW my ass was gonna choose the modramos one

i am a big call it what you want stan so imma go w the second one!!! i know itll be awesome :D n thank you so much for coming to me omg

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

Idk how to say it but I just love, love your treatment of details in your fics. And I don't just mean your description of scenes or their headspace (which requires a different ask) but the way you place context and background information is just so easy to read and not overwhelming at all. and I know you say you don't know football haha but I feel like you're the kind of writer who really does research (and you can really see) and I just appreciate that so much!

hahahahaha! oh my gosh! this just got me so giddy. i've been smiling like a fool..

yes i like to do some research haha! a lot of them surface-level though and sometimes yeah i do a bit of deep-dive, but when i do there's more of it that does not make it to the fic anyway. it's okay though, i still like to read up about particular topics related to the fic either way, just so i get a better picture (or feel, at the very least) of what i'm writing about :)

so yeah when i wrote for TR especially, i did read up on so many gang and crime stuff on that one. for blue lock, it's fun cus i actually had IRLs i could talk to about football you know? HAHAHA. i ended up talking to some of my biggest football fan friends about football and we just talked and talked about nothing specific in particular, just anything football. like who were their favorite players and why. like oh apparently it's very very possible to play in a foreign/wherever club but then represent your home country in say, world cup or olympics. (a friend even went on about citizenship stuff which i listened to but forgot now but i said i'm gonna need him to repeat back to me sometime later hahahahaha).

oh, and i have this friend who told me his favorite this player eden hazard who is an attacking midfielder (LIKE SAE!!) who played for chelsea but actually whose dream team, according to my friend, was real madrid!!! this guy my friend said was considered one of the best players of his generation but now he's in real madrid a lot of people consider him a flop hahaha. my friend still likes him though.

[mosalahd]

sorry to say thankfully you never chose Chelsea 😭😭😭😭😭

eden hazard leaving is what stopped me and now mason mount is there with his hoard of y/n fics so i'm staying away, even tho loml n'golo kanté and thiago silva are there 😔

[mourinhomerchant]

🌝 & 👩‍🏭 for the asks 😈🙏

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

I 100% need to write Eden Hazard and Cesar Azpilicueta, but I haven’t found the right story for them yet. Too many ideas bounce in my head for them but none of them hit enough for to be worthy of them. Until then, can’t write them

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

probably one of the sm//ts I’ve posted on anon idk actually, I pretty much write tame stuff so…

fic ask game!!

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

Hi! Saw your fire hazard siblings art and actually thought it was directly referencing a fic I read some time ago. So if you're into something with that exact energy, consider reading Life in Eden by WitchOfEndor - it's ~14k of 'what if Ursa treated Azula like a child' and every interaction between the sibs is *chef's kiss*

I absolutely love your art piece, i'm very sure it will stay with me the same way the piece ash-and-starlight made for 'Love is in the Hair'. It's the personality shining through that's doing me in!

Jdkdkd sorry for the wait, apparently tumblr decided to just no show me any new asks I get lol???

Cheers for the fanfic rec though! I'm like 90% sure I might've read it at some point? In any case, it never hurts to go back and read it again anyways sjsjjs 👌🏻

I'm happy that the fire hazard siblngs piece has resonated with you and that you consider it on a par with ash-and-starlight's work 🥺💜

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Better Than You're Used To - Part One

Player: Eden Hazard

Warnings: alcohol, language, some smutty innuendo

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I’m gonna die alone.

Eden had to adjust the brightness on his phone from blinding to tolerable before sending his response.

You’re not going to die alone. It’s just 3 in the morning and you need to go to sleep.

Whatever his best friend was dealing with, surely it could have waited til daylight.

Sorry. Love you.

Love you.

She didn’t even say hello when he called her after evening training the next day. “I got ghosted.”

“Well obviously he’s been in a terrible accident and died.” He smiled at her laugh. “Can’t believe you’re feeling sorry for yourself when a man’s died, honestly.”

She sighed loudly. “Come over. I made food.”

Eden’s mouth watered. When she cooked, she cooked. She’d make enough food to feed an entire team, and it was all MasterChef worthy. Feeding people brought her comfort. It started when they were just five years old, when she made Thorgan a peanut butter sandwich with no crust after he scraped his knee. That’s what Thorgan liked to say, anyway.

“On my way.” He hated that she was upset, even if it meant a full belly and freezer for him. He stopped at a flower stand on the way to her house and bought all the purple flowers they had; he hoped her favorite color hadn’t recently changed.

“Oh, Eden,” she smiled when she opened the door. “You’re so sweet.” She took the armful of flowers from him, inhaling deeply. “They’re beautiful.”

“I didn’t think to get a vase,” he said, but she nodded towards her hallway closet.

“There’s a big one in there.”

He fixed up the flowers while she finished in the kitchen. It smelled decadent, like he’d be rolled out of there in a wheelbarrow if he even made it home that night. Every time he came home to Belgium, he seemed to spend at least one night at her house in a food coma. It was tradition at this point.

The noise he made when he took the first bite was practically sexual. “I should marry you,” he said, taking another before he’d even swallowed the first. “How do you feel about contract marriage?”

“Well nothing else is working out,” she said. “We may as well.”

He watched her take a big swallow of water. She was gorgeous. Smart. Really smart, like doctor smart. Funny. God knows she could cook. She was the whole package. He could never understand her luck in romance.

“Anyway,” she continued. “Now I’m out a date to this wedding this weekend. Can’t wait to sit by myself at a table full of couples.”

The thought of her lonely crushed him. “I’ll go with you.” He blurted it out without thinking.

“You would?” She looked taken aback.

“Yeah, I mean… if you want.”

“That’d be great,” she said. “That’d be really great.” She broke into a wide smile. “We’ve never been to a wedding together.”

“Will there be dancing?”

“Obviously. We haven’t been dancing in years, have we?”

“That club in Prague was the last time.” He grinned at the thought of dancing with her late into the night again. “You lost your shoes.”

She giggled into her plate. “Eat. There’s pie, still.”

He let her pick the movie after dessert, even though he knew she would be asleep within an hour of pressing play. “I will not,” she protested, but he took a picture of her at minute 43 with her head flopped over on his shoulder, mouth open.

“Every time,” he chuckled. He delicately shifted her to lay her head in his lap, with his legs propped up on the large ottoman in front of them. Not that he needed to be delicate. She slept like a bear in hibernation. He grabbed the remote and picked a zombie flick she’d never agree to, wishing he’d gotten a snack and a drink before they’d settled in for the night.

Her shivering woke him hours later. She had a grip on his left hand, clutching it to her chest beneath her chin, so he had to reach across her for the blanket at her feet. It was the oversized Red Devils one he’d gifted everyone after his first World Cup. She was the only one who still had hers, aside from his mother. She stirred slightly when he tucked it around her. Her fingers briefly loosened around his hand, but when he tried to pull it away she tucked it back under her chin with a quiet snuffle. He lay his head back on the cushion with a smile, and drifted back to sleep, fingers twirling through her hair.

“Hey,” she called from the kitchen the next morning. “Get up sleepy head, I made coffee.”

He stood and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, groggy and stiff from sleeping on the couch. He trudged into her kitchen and accepted the offered mug. It was dark and delicious, perfectly smooth and just the right balance of sweet and bitter. “You really are a treasure,” he said, tucking an arm around her for a good morning hug. “When’s this wedding, now?”

“Tomorrow at seven,” she said between sips. “You’ll need a suit.”

“I have grey, blue, and red.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Grey.” He nodded his agreement. “And good dancing shoes. The band is apparently the best in the area.”

“Just try not to lose yours this time,” he smiled, returning her poked out tongue. “I gotta get out of here. Pick you up at six?”

“Five thirty, parking will be a bitch.”

He kissed her cheek and hugged her tight, and promised to send her a picture of the suit before he returned tomorrow. Later that evening he sent her his best poses.

Some drunk old woman is gonna grab dat ass.

Maybe I’ll find me a sugar mama and I can retire.

Gross.

You’re gross.

Don’t be late tomorrow.

Don’t tell me what to do.

Love you.

Love you.

He had so much to do the day of the wedding, he almost really was late, but he pulled into her drive at five thirty on the dot. She opened the door just as he reached the top step, and his jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.” He’d never seen her hair styled like that, and her makeup was stunning, but the dress… the dress was a work of art. The wine red fabric hugged her body like it was custom made, criss-crossing over her back, the hemline stopping just above her knees.

“Please, I’m not even wearing heels.”

“Nobody’s gonna look at your shoes.” He kept staring. “You look…. damn. Damn.”

She laughed nervously. “Is it too much?”

“We gotta sit in the back, you can’t be too close to the bride looking like this.”

“Eden!” She smacked his arm. “Stop it!”

“At least they’ll leave my ass alone for once.” He dodged her swinging fist as he ushered her to his car.

He was glad the bride and groom had banned cell phones from the ceremony, at least. The fewer photographs other people took of them the better. Every couple of years, a round of rumors flew about whether or not they were an item; although, as they were both currently single, it shouldn’t be too bad this time around. No accusations of home wrecking, anyway.

The ceremony was nice enough, but the reception was something else. Eden could tell where the couple had decided to spend their money. It was a beautiful venue, large enough to comfortably accommodate all their guests but still intimate. The band was, as promised, phenomenal; the food was delicious; the bar, open. She could dance better than anyone he knew, and they spent more time on the dance floor than anyone. He spun her round the floor for hours, never tiring of the way her smile lit the room.

It was a longstanding deal between them that on nights out, one of them had only Red Bulls and water so they’d be safe to drive, and it was his turn tonight. “Shame,” she said. “These are delicious!” They must have been - she was downing them like water.

The party continued well into the night, long after the bride and groom left for their honeymoon. He could have gone til dawn, but he saw her eyes getting heavy and her steps slowing. “Let’s get you home,” he said, clasping one hand in his and slipping the other around her waist.

Her head was heavy on his shoulder on the drive home. She swayed with his arm when he shifted gears, giggling when he took a turn too sharply. “Do I need to drive,” she teased, leaning away from him to rest against the passenger door.

“Hush,” he said. “I’m not the one who drank a liter of rum.”

“I beg your pardon, it was eight drinks.”

“It was eleven.” He steered them into her drive. “And a half. I should have cut you off at eight.”

“You,” she laughed as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Are one to talk. Last time you were home you hit the tequila and I had to-“

“Okaaaaay,” he said. “Out.” She was still snickering as they walked up the steps, insisting on dancing into the kitchen to eat. “You ate three pieces of cake!”

“And?”

“And, we should have some protein after all that sugar.” He took the jar of Nutella from her, and grabbed a jar of peanut butter. “You’ll thank me when you’re not sick as a dog tomorrow.” She pouted anyway, poking her bottom lip out from the bar while he toasted frozen waffles and smeared them with the peanut butter. “Eat. Drink.” He pushed a plate and a cup of water at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, but she took a big bite.

“I wanna watch a movie,” she said with a mouth full.

“We tried that last night,” he countered. “You didn’t even make it halfway. I’m not sleeping on the couch again.”

“Ugh, fiiiiine. We’ll watch it in my bed then.” She hopped down from her stool. “But you’re the big spoon.”

He was always the big spoon, but he didn’t mind. She was like a security blanket, which she once bonked him with a wiffle bat for saying. Curling around her was a comfort like no other. Her scent was home to him.

“Eden,” she sighed. “You’re sniffing me again.”

He laughed into her hair. “You smell good.” She shifted, and her ass rubbed against his waist. “Don’t do that again,” he warned, inching away from her. She, of course, intentionally dug her ass directly into his crotch. “I hate you,” he laughed, digging his thumbs into her ribcage and sending her squealing across the mattress.

“Stop, stop,” she yelled, “I’m gonna peeeeee!”

“You started this,” he kept laughing, kept reaching for her. “Come here.”

“Stooooooop,” she shrieked and as she started to fall off the bed she grabbed his arm, rolling them both right onto the floor with a thud.

He managed to brace himself with his arms, stopping from crushing her, but the back of her head hit hard against the carpet. “Shit,” he said. “Shit shit shit,” and he gathered her quickly into his arms to lift her back on to the bed. “Are you ok? Let me see, move your head, look at me.”

“Eden,” she said, taking his hands in hers. “I’m fine.” She squeezed his fingers when he tried to free them. “I said I’m fine.” She laughed, bringing a hand to his face. “You’re such a worry.”

“One of us has to look out for you.” He covered her hand with his. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” she repeated. She stroked her thumb across his cheekbone. “Eden…” She paused, eyes searching over his face, and then she leaned in to kiss him softly, sweetly, but with a fire he felt all the way down to his toes. When she pulled away he followed her, craving more, but she lay a hand on his chest. “We should go to sleep.”

[catsprobably]

Not that anyone asked but I’m still thinking about Eden Hazard’s ass so hopefully I’ll have that little smut piece done tonight or tomorrow for you guys.

[croatian-magician]

I tried my hand at writting a short Eden x Thibaut fic, here it is if you want to check it out.

[goodomenslady]

Good Omens Fic Rec List 18

An edition of AUs, mostly human AUs, along with a canon-divergent fic, and one in which they're both vampires. As always, E-rated fics are top Crowley. Enjoy!

1. More Lonely Than Distrust by @aziraphalelookedwretched Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22441153 Rating:  T Word Count:  92,080 (34/? chapters, WIP)

Canon-divergent AU. This is an absolute masterpiece of a fic. The author's depiction of the characters is vibrant and intriguing, putting the reader right in their heads. Be warned that this fic is a true enemies-to-friends-to-something-more story, they become actual enemies more than once over the centuries, and Crawly isn't always very nice. It starts off with this premise: Crawly doesn't meet Aziraphale on the wall of Eden, but instead runs into another angel, who isn't friendly in the slightest and kills Crawly immediately. From then on, Crawly knows only one thing about living on Earth, and that's kill or be killed. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is enduring an appalling, isolating imprisonment in Heaven as punishment for having given away his flaming sword. His return to Earth having been delayed by several hundred years, it makes his first meeting with Crawly rather tumultuous, ie, Crawly tries to kill him. Aziraphale is amazingly difficult to discorporate, however, and the more time goes on, as Aziraphale continues to cheerfully interact with Crawly, the more the demon is intrigued by the angel's relentlessly friendly attitude, his intelligence, and the underlying trauma that looms under Aziraphale's cheerful facade. Please mind the tags, though, as this fic deals with body horror, insanity, and gore related to Aziraphale's time in solitary confinement, not to mention some very interesting confrontations with Crawly, as the demon makes it his mission to discorporate this exasperating angel in ways both funny and gruesome.

2. This Way for Up by brutumfulmen Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34080328 Rating:  M Word Count:  45,386 (3/3 chapters, complete)

Human AU. Crowley is a seasoned spelunker who specializes in cave rescues, and the night he's called in to try to save a boy scout trapped deep in a hazardous cave in an impossibly difficult position, the last thing he expects is to make a connection with the worried yet attractive scout leader he meets on the surface. But time is running out for Warlock. As the hours drag on and efforts to save him fail, Crowley and the rest of the crew begin to be filled with a growing dread that soon it'll be an extraction instead of a rescue. A tense, exciting story, featuring the demons from canon reimagined as spelunkers. During the long hours when Crowley is compelled to return to the surface to rest and recharge in preparation for the next rescue attempt, he gets to do so in the company of Aziraphale, discovering an unexpected source of encouragement which ultimately means the difference between life and death.

3. Villainous by @ineffablepenguin Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30248922 Rating:  E Word Count:  216,580 (21/21 chapters, complete)

Human/Fantasy AU, in which Crow is an irritable wizard who just wants to tend to his plants and keep those bone-headed heroes out of his tower who keep trying to murder him, and Azra is a sunny, cheerful, but reluctant prince of the northern kingdom. Neither of them is happy with the roles that their respective sides insist they play. When they run into one another at some isolated ruins on the border of their countries, there's some initial awkwardness in which they half-heartedly try to fight each other, but they get to talking and become friends instead. They begin meeting there regularly, and their friendship blossoms, becoming a source of comfort and acceptance for them both, and slowly their relationship grows into love. Unfortunately they aren't allowed to live in peace, as Azra's family keeps pushing him to accept an arranged marriage, and then things really heat up when the dark wizards decide it's high time to reclaim their glory days and conquer the hated northern kingdom, dragging Crow and Azra into the entire mess. A wonderful, rollicking, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers adventure full of humor, magic, and fondness, as Crow and Azra grow closer together, and struggle to free themselves from their quarrelsome sides.

4. In the Blood by @entanglednow Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33468589 Rating:  E Word Count:  6,095 (one-shot)

Vampire AU. Aziraphale and Crowley are vampires of rival houses, and currently hostilities are officially restricted to sneering at one another as none of the nine houses want outright war. Still, they tread carefully to maintain their friendship, meeting secretly to avoid the notice of their superiors. On the eve of a grand celebration in which Aziraphale will be expected to partake in a public feeding, Crowley discovers that, shockingly, Aziraphale has never bitten a human victim in his entire vampiric existence. Wanting to help out his friend, Crowley offers himself up as a practice victim, leading to unexpected, yet sexy, results.

5. Give Me Hell! (It's a Merrier Place) by @angeletombee Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37365055 Rating:  E Word Count:  69,322 (33/33 chapters, complete)

Human AU. Aziraphale is a cook aboard a merchant ship when pirates attack, and he becomes the prisoner of the fearsome Captain Crowley. But he soon makes it clear that Aziraphale isn't really a prisoner. In fact, he means to court Aziraphale properly, in hopes that the pretty, fussy cook will accept a dastardly pirate as a lover. Aziraphale has long had to hide his sexual identity and never before has he been able to be as free as he is with the handsome captain. Crowley is dashing, courteous, and makes no secret of his attraction, and it's a potent combination enough to sweep Aziraphale off his feet. A perfectly fantastic whirlwind romance, featuring a merry crew that becomes like family to Aziraphale, great action, and of course hot sex.

6. The Book Clerk and the Sugar Daddy by @holycatsandrabbits and @wargoddess9

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39096657

Rating:  E

Word Count:  4,052 (one-shot)

Human AU. When Crowley ducks into a bookshop to grab a last-minute gift for his mother, he spots something that he wants for himself:  the lovely plush young clerk who happens to be working there. He makes Aziraphale an offer that the blushing clerk certainly can refuse if he wants, but oh how Crowley hopes he'll accept. With a few set rules in place, Aziraphale begins to come out of his shell, bravely accompanying Crowley to one party after another, and to Crowley's delight, Aziraphale is bright, charming, and polite, as attractive on the inside as he is on the outside. Crowley does his utmost to shower him with gifts, to drive home the point to his angel that he can have whatever he desires. Super sexy and fun one-shot, accompanied by glorious fanart.

7. All My Heart is Yours by @feraltuxedo Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38043694 Rating:  E Word Count:  63,809 (21/21 chapters, complete)

A human AU set in Victorian times, inspired by Jane Eyre (although the author assures that no wives were locked up in this story). Aziraphale is a disgraced teacher in desperate need of a job, and when he's hired to tutor the heir of Eden Hall he seizes the chance, despite the loneliness and isolation of the area. There are some compensations, however. His pupil Adam is a bright young man, Mrs. Shadwell the housekeeper is warm and welcoming, and despite having to learn the appalling art of horseback riding, Aziraphale's workload isn't too onerous. In fact, he manages to acquire an additional unofficial student in the form of Pepper, a parlormaid who wants to learn to read. What's more, at Eden Hall he's far away from anyone who knows the reason why he lost his last teaching position. But perhaps most importantly of all, the eccentric head of the household, Mr. Crowley, while initially brusque and rude, warms up to him quickly and they become friends despite their differences in class. He's also distractingly attractive, and Aziraphale must remind himself daily why falling in love with him is an incredibly bad idea. Please be aware that the fic deals with period-typical homophobia. An excellent fic, fine storytelling that also explores the issues of class and rank.

[carryonthroughtheages]

Hello everyone!

Another year of Carry On Through The Ages is over and done! We have emotions and exhaustion, but we're so happy that this year had the hype and excitement that it did.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, to all of the AMAZING creators who spent the last several months working away at their historical content!

Thank you also to the hard-working mods: @bazzybelle, @giishu, @palimpsessed, and @xivz . This fest would not have been as successful as it has been without you!

We encourage everyone to look under the page break for all the fics and art. They're all fantastic!

Here is the link to the AO3 Collection: Carry On Through The Ages 2021!

Thank you all, and until next year! 🧡🧡🧡

MONDAY:

1) sun on the sea (T) - @trenchcoat-moth : AO3 // Tumblr

Tensions run high in England, and Malcolm decides it's for the best he sends Baz to live with Fiona, where he'll be safer.

That is, until Baz's ship is attacked.

2) The Words I Long To Say (M) - @bazzybelle : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow was dead.

Baz Pitch was sure of it. Simon had gone away seven years ago to fight a war in the jungle and he hadn't come home.

So, when Simon shows up in Baz's club, investigating a string of brutal murders, all Baz wants to do is hold him close and never let him go.

But these aren't the same boys from 1960 and Baz has a lot of processing to do before he's ready to believe in Simon again.

3) we are slaves to gods, whatever gods are (M) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 // Tumblr

I don’t fully understand what plagues him, but I know it’s bad, and I know it goes deeper than guilt. He didn’t want to kill his father, not really, but we were instructed to do so by Apollo. Cleanse the house of its sins, dispose of a murderer to set things right. It was only right that I join him; he was avenging my mother as much as his. Clearly, Apollo didn’t seem to consider that such an act would make Simon a murderer in his father’s place. It seems I got off fine, but as far as Simon is concerned, the vengeful spirits that once spun and danced on the roof of the palace now hunt him down, determined not to stop until he rids the world of himself.

4) World War II Era Art - @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr

TUESDAY:

1) the art of loving you (E) - @one-more-offbeat-anthem : AO3 // Tumblr

1955. London. Young love.

Forbidden love.

A year ago, starving artist Simon Snow met Baz Pitch, son of a wealthy art patron, at a party, and their days (and nights) together have been a wonderful secret.

But Simon is tired of being a secret and knows it's time for things to end.

(Baz has other ideas.)

2) Reliquary of an Arsonist (T) - @tea-brigade : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow grew up a ward of Watford Abbey, but when his magic manifested in an explosive accident as a child, he became the Abbey’s anchorite—never to leave Watford’s walls, for his own protection. That is, until Abbot David sends him on an important errand…

Basilton Pitch paints portraits for his patron, Lord Grimm. But he’s never forgotten the magic he learned from his mother—nor the men who condemned her to death as a heretic. When Simon arrives and offers Baz a commission from Watford Abbey, he sees his chance to avenge his mother once and for all...and he’s willing to burn down everything in his path to that end.

But it was no coincidence that pulled these two unlikely souls together. Something more sinister is underway at Watford Abbey, and only Simon and Baz can uncover the truth before everything goes up in flames.

3) Westward Son (E) - @aristocratic-otter : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon and Baz have found each other again, but there's nowhere in Brooklyn or Virginia where they can safely be together. So now, they venture the hazards and struggles of the Oregon trail, to perhaps find a little homestead in Oregon of their own.

4) A Way Out (T) - @lying-on-the-sofa : AO3

I frown at him..“You don’t know me.”

He offers his hand. “Simon.”

Simon. I feel the name around in my mind and assign it to his face. Simon. I don’t shake his hand. They’ve still got my arms pinned. “Basilton.”

Simon nods at me. “Now we know each other. Let him go.” Very casually, he takes his other hand from behind his back. A sword, flashing. He leans on it and smiles invitingly. “Let him go.”

This time, they listen.

--

Simon Snow has been trained for years to become a tribute—one of the fighters Athens sends every ninth year into the Minotaur’s labyrinth. He wants to know the way out, if only for Penny’s sake. Luckily for him, Prince Basilton of Crete also wants a way out—off the island, where no one will know he’s the half-brother of the Minotaur.

Unluckily for both of them, they don’t exactly form the most agreeable pair.

WEDNESDAY

1) long is the road the leads me home (G) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 (Version 1) (Version 2) // Tumblr

Baz has a rather unremarkable life, and he's fine with that. Running his late mother's beloved inn with his temperamental aunt, estranged from his father and step-siblings, he's successfully convinced himself that he's better off without attachments.

Then Simon barrels into his life, guns blazing and rapier drawn, and Baz is swept up in dramatic plot he never bargained for.

Worse still, he finds he quite likes the thrill.

2) New Romantics (T) - @ninemagicks : AO3 // Tumblr

Basilton Pitch, twenty-two years old and a famed poet of the Romantic era, has fled to the countryside. In Mummers House, the fabled haunt of literary greats, he sulks himself into oblivion and awaits a sad, disappointing end to his brief years of brilliance. The cause of his downfall? None other than Simon Snow, the so-called “bad boy of English poetry”, breaker of rules and eternal thorn in his side. Baz hopes that Mummers House might mean an escape from London, from Snow and his increasingly virulent popularity... but the rain that comes has other ideas.

3) thnétos (T) - @snowybank : AO3 // Tumblr

thnétos: subject to death, mortal

a retelling of Apollo and Hyacinthus

4) A Medieval AU art piece - @thewriterxj : Tumblr

THURSDAY

1) From Eden (E) - @orange-peony : AO3 // Tumblr

I wonder if his skin is warm or cold to the touch. I tell myself it’s simple curiosity, that I’m an artist and capturing things on paper or canvas is my way to make sense of the world. That drawing him feels so natural, so I should just follow my instincts. Ebb used to say it all the time. Follow your heart. It knows where you’re supposed to go.

I wish I could. I wish I had enough money and freedom to just draw what I want. To paint him in his unattainable beauty. To draw him the way I want to. Naked and vulnerable, raw. Without frills and expensive suits.

Just Baz on paper, my fingers tracing his delicate and beautiful lines with simple charcoal.

2) Slings and Eros (M) - @palimpsessed : AO3 // Tumblr

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.

3) I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (M) - @knitbelove : AO3 // Tumblr

September 1940: Going back to Watford feels different this year, and not just because England is at the brink of war with Germany and Italy. Penelope seems unsettled by everything, and Agatha is distant, and Baz is … simply not here.

What if Carry On but during the Blitz?? Yeah.

4) A Fool's Oath (M) - @thewriterxj : AO3 // Tumblr

A simple soldier is invited to join the ranks of the royal guard. He and his appointed mage arrive at the royal city to find themselves at the mercy of an unmerciful court. As he struggles to find his place in this foreign environment, he also finds himself entranced by music that only he seems to hear that floats out about the city. He makes an oath to wed whoever makes such beautiful music.

Too bad that person is the crown prince.

FRIDAY

1) Stranger Tides (T) - @tea-brigade & @xivz : AO3 // Tumblr

“If some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure…” Captain Simon Snow of the Chosen One is many things—cunning, handsome, ruthless. Greedy. It’s no surprise that Snow finds a way to piss off the God of the Sea, he always manages to get himself into some type of trouble. This time, however, he’s not the only one who will suffer the consequences. Poseidon promises to not stop his pursuit until Snow and all of his men are dead.

Enter Basilton Pitch—rich, beautiful, mysterious. Suspicious. He offers the crew of the Chosen One a hefty sum to take him back to Europe from the Caribbean. And who is Captain Snow to refuse so much coin? After all, Greek gods aren’t real.

Right?

2) The wayward heir [comic] (M) - @letraspal : AO3 // Tumblr

Like a folk song, our love will be passed on. Simon Snow wants to be an artist. He used to live in Fiesole where he worked in the wool shop of his good friend Ebeneza Petty. He has now chosen to return to his native Florence in order to participate in an art contest hosted by the Pitch family, the most important bankers in all the three continents and Simon’s last chance for an art patronage. No matter how much he hates them.

But being back in Florence also brings back the memories Simon wanted to leave behind : his days as an orphan, the mystery about his mother, and once more being under the inquisitive eyes of his godfather, the new archbishop Davy. The archbishop is very same man who would never forgive him for dropping out the priesthood and ruining his secret plans against the Pitches.

The last thing Simon needed was an unbearably handsome jerk getting him into trouble on his very first day in Florence. How can focus when this man is the most annoying person he has ever met and yet his major source of inspiration.

3) Prohibition Blues (T) - @heyyyandrea : AO3

Simon Snow is a baker and aspiring playwright in Prohibition Era New York City. When he meets a handsome man at Shepherd's speakeasy who is interested in his work, he can't help but think it feels too good to be true.

4) Earth Below & Sky Above (M) - @phoxphyre : AO3 // Tumblr

In the depth of the palace of King Minos of Crete lurks a creature known as the Minotaur.

Baz, prince of Athens and chosen of the god Poseidon, has heard the stories. And now he’s volunteered to come to Crete as one of the annual tributes—to dance with the king’s bulls and fulfill his destiny. He just wants to survive the bulls, protect his people, and go home.

But what if the Minotaur isn’t a monster—but just a boy? And what if instead of slaying him, Baz fell in love with him?

A Carry On retelling of the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, set in Bronze Age Crete.

5) A 1980s AU Art piece by @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr // Instagram (Slightly NSFW)

[meteorstricken]

Hello! Been so late to the "memorable scene from your fic" theme since I'm more on twitter nowadays but I'll just say I can never forget Tifa's inability to kill Eden and the consequences after. I also quite remember how you offhandedly contrasted Lucrecia and Tifa as "mothers" and how it all boiled down to planetary disasters. Need I mention Seph using Tifa as his Oracle?

Anyway, so glad to be here again.

Hello again and thank you!

When I look back on The Ascendant and to an extent its sequel, there's a theme that emerges about the hazards of indecision; of failing to recognize that the time for waiting has passed. Though they contrast morally in how they ultimately treat a child-like iteration of Sephiroth, Tifa in a way repeats Lucrecia's error--putting roots down in too much self doubt to make the kinds of courageous decisions necessary on time if at all. In Lucrecia's case, this might have meant making a meaningful effort to retrieve Sephiroth from Hojo instead of marinating in regret over her unethical work and perceived impotence. In Tifa's case, it meant having to kill Eden, but she became too bogged down in implications of euthanizing someone she'd erroneously come to view as just a child--so much so that even when she fully appreciated the danger, she couldn't act.

Psychological and emotional paralysis, though often understandable, can come with a terrible cost. Time and circumstance keep marching on regardless, and they're sometimes mercilessly happy to run an indecisive person down.

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

Hey, I love your recommendations :) I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. Harry is an auror and during a mission he loses his right hand. Draco helps him learn how to do magic and become proficient with his left hand and move on from his career as an auror.

UGH YOU know, I HAVE read this fic too, but I can’t find it either. Can anyone else help??

edit: anon found it:

After Eden - Rickey

Life threatening injuries are an occupational hazard even for a seasoned Auror, but Harry Potter never considered the possibility of life altering injury. And why is it that Draco Malfoy has to be the one to help him?

[brightwanderer]

Untitled Stardew Omens Fic (17)

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Fall 6

Aziraphale is rather full up with the joys of autumn as he walks down the road to Eden Farm. Crisp cool mornings, golden sun-filled afternoons, the riot of colour crowning every tree, and the gentle sense of the land beneath his feet preparing to sleep for a season. Hot cocoa with a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg, lovely warming soups, soon it will be scarf weather and he's already got his softest woollen gloves in his coat pockets. The leaves are already drifting down from the trees to lie on the dew-gemmed grass; in a few weeks they'll be a crunchy, whispering carpet of reds and golds and yellows and browns, and Aziraphale will have to resist the urge to throw himself into them, because two years ago he learned a very important lesson about hedgehogs and their preferred nesting sites.

Stardew Valley always has the most perfect seasons, he thinks as he reaches the gate of the farm. Before he moved here he suffered through the long grey days and perpetual, chilly dampness of the city. There were still days like this, but they were rarer, and there were never as many trees to walk beneath. Yet another reason he doesn't care to go back. It's impossible not to love this idyll of autumn, impossible not to want to drink it all in like breathing in the clear air with its little hint of frost—

Smoke hits the back of his throat and he coughs and splutters. The source becomes quickly apparent. Crowley has built a bonfire out in one of the newly cleared parts of the farm, and it's smouldering like it's been loaded with wet rags. Crowley is in the process of emptying a bucket of leaves onto it. About half of them flutter away on the hot updrafts, and Crowley swears viciously and creatively, snatching at them like they're runaway butterflies.

Aziraphale watches with bemused fascination for minute or two, then makes his way over to the half-hearted blaze.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Crowley gestures wildly to the rest of the farm. "Trying to burn these goddamn leaves!"

"I see that," Aziraphale says mildly. He waves smoke away from his face. "Any particular reason?"

Crowley stops, and it's no exaggeration to say that he stops, every muscle in him going still at the same time as he stares at Aziraphale.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Crowley says finally. "Burn them?"

Aziraphale looks around, takes in the evidence. Crowley has a rake, but it's the wrong kind of rake for leaves, and it looks suspiciously like he's discarded it and been trying to shovel them into the bucket with the spade he uses for turning the soil. And then emptying the bucket onto the flames. Probably along with a whole lot of damp earth and other soggy detritus, which accounts for the bonfire's lacklustre performance.

"Well," Aziraphale says, each word very careful and measured. He's trying very hard not to laugh, hands clenched in his pockets, feeling himself shudder with suppressed giggles every few seconds. "I suppose if you're desperate to keep your lawn immaculate, yes, but it's better to just leave them anywhere you don't need to keep clear."

Crowley looks completely flummoxed.

"But then there would be leaves everywhere," he says like he's trying to explain something to a child. "You're not supposed to— everyone always rakes the leaves up in the city—"

"To keep them off the pavements and roads, yes, otherwise they're a hazard. There's no need for that here."

"But then what happens to them?"

Aziraphale bites his lip to keep it from twitching. Crowley sounds so confused. He's proved resourceful enough when it comes to figuring things out as he goes along, far more comfortable with modern technology than Aziraphale ever has been, quick to research what he doesn't know and find out the best way to approach the situation. It's just that sometimes, like anyone in an unfamiliar environment, he stumbles over an assumption so basic that no-one's thought to explain it, and it doesn't occur to him to look it up.

"They just rot away into the soil eventually," Aziraphale explains, voice slightly strained from the effort of keeping a straight face. "Gives it lots of— lots of nutrients. Makes humus, you know."

Crowley gapes.

"What, with the— the chickpeas and the garlic—?"

And Aziraphale can't hold it in anymore, even though he presses both hands against his mouth to try. The laughter bubbles out of him like a volcanic eruption of mirth, and he ends up bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath as his eyes stream.

"Aziraphale," Crowley says dangerously, "are you having me on? Because I've been out here for hours and I am not in the mood—"

The thought of Crowley spending all morning trying to clear an acre of land by shovelling up leaves by the bucketful does nothing to improve Aziraphale's situation.

"Aziraphale!"

Aziraphale swallows his merriment with desperate gulps, straightening up and shaking his head desperately.

"I'm not," he protests, "I'm not, it's just, oh Crowley—"

Crowley's mouth draws into a flat line. Aziraphale gets a hold of himself and reaches out to pat Crowley on the arm.

"Put the fire out," he says. "Come inside. I'll make some tea."

"'S my house," Crowley grumbles, but he drops the bucket and stomps on the fire a couple of times, which is all it takes for the poor thing to give up the ghost completely.

"Yes, but I know where the tea is and how to boil the kettle, and I think you need to sit down and do a bit of reading."

Crowley scowls, but Aziraphale can see the beginnings of resigned amusement in the lines around his mouth.

"Is this like the whole thing with the sea urchins?" he asks.

"A little bit, my dear, yes. Come on. You'll see the funny side once you've had a chance to catch your breath."