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Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
01 Jan 2025
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“Child, please,” Beldaruit called again, his hands moving swiftly over his quire. He was tempted to send in a facsimile of smoke which was always guaranteed to garner a reaction, even if that reaction was only violent belligerence and an extended bout of pretending he did not exist. “It’s been three days. You must come out.”
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The gang settle into their new home in the Canadian Prairies. It’s all going well until Arthur starts sleepwalking and townsfolk go missing.
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- Part 2 of Campfire Tales AU
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Canada is within sight but the gang is stuck in a cave in the middle of a blizzard. Lenny picks up an interest in fashion. Arthur has too many coats. Charles does not want to let go of his personal heater. And Sean just wants his goat back.
Or: Lenny and Arthur talk about family and the future.
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- Part 1 of Campfire Tales AU
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Ah, Charles thinks faintly, This is what it feels like to want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
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- Part 2 of sure and true
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As Charles turns back to his fletching, he listens contentedly to the sound of paper on pencil and Arthur’s odd tales about hapless photographers, giant skeletons, and treasure maps of gold.
This is what I want, he thinks suddenly. Not a half-formed thought but sure and true.
He flicks a glance at Arthur.
Well now. Ain’t that something.
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- Part 1 of sure and true
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When Dean touches a strange mirror, he's whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn't take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.
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19 Jul 2026
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The International Treaty for the Protection of Antiquities by Margot_Lescargot
Fandoms: Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch, Indiana Jones Series
26 May 2024
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… sneaking stealthily through the snow had reminded Nightingale of an operation in Tibet in 1938.
‘Chasing German archaeologists,’ he said. ‘Complete wild goose chase for them and for us.’
(Whispers Under Ground, chapter 10)Nazis, intrigue and romance clash in the high peaks of the Himalayas!
Chapter 1: How to get Nightingale on his way to Tibet in ~20,000 easy words
Chapter 2: Nightingale takes a trip, meets Indiana Jones at the end of it
Chapter 3: Capers
Intermission: Tibet, mid-13th century
Chapter 4: Shenanigans
Chapter 5: Wild goose chase
Epilogue: London, 1948 -
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Abigail has to write a paper. Nightingale learns something new
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- Part 1 of Of Foxes and Nightingales
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a lack of imagination by Chrome for within_a_dream
Fandoms: Downton Abbey, Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch
04 Oct 2025
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"We’ve met,” Nightingale said, and rose and shook Thomas’s hand again. “I’m afraid I’ve already imposed on him for directions.”
Thomas thought he’d rather imposed the directions on Nightingale, but he didn’t object to the edited version. “Did you see Lord Grantham?”
“Yes,” Nightingale said. “And he’s kindly consented to allow me to speak with some of you.”
“Oh,” Thomas said, wrong-footed. “About what?”
“Well, we’ll see where the conversation takes us,” Nightingale said unhelpfully.
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Little Brother, Little Brother by Eye_of_Purgatory
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
16 Feb 2026
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Baelor’s lip twitches in amusement, “What a little prince you are. You’re ready for the honor, my prince. But first, before I can bring you to Father and sing your praises, we need to get that armor off of you.”
Maekar turns red from shame, but takes the helmet off, crushed petals cascading down his face. His braids are sweaty and stained a light red, streaked with armoring oil. But he still has his flower crown, perched right above his head. Aegor laughs, Daemon’s eyes light up with amusement. But neither of them are there. Maekar looks around the field and sees only Daenerys and Rhaegal peering through the roses. A kingsguard a stones throw away. The song of birds.
“Those are just petals, thank the gods.”
“What?”
Baelor kneels down in front of him, and Maekar can’t manage his usual protests about stained clothes, distracted by how his face burns, his eyes water, and he feels a burning rush of embarrassment that he can barely understand. Strong hands wipe the tears away.
“When I saw the red I was so scared,” Baelor whispers, “That you had been bleeding under your helmet. But they are just flowers, thank the gods.”
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