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Fanfiction WIP Guessing Game

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While not quite dust, it's the closest I have. Post-war Sharpe fic that I refer to as Sharpe's Sheep Struggles in the Spring of Spain:

The sun warmed them as they sat in relative quiet, glad it was not a blistering hot day. They watched the other families wash their own flocks further away with ease, and Teresa chuckled around a mouthful of bread at the sight. If only their own day had gone to plan!  Her husband seemed to have had the same thought, green eyes crinkled as a smile tugged on his lips, almost too big for his face. For a moment she simply stared; it felt almost surreal to see him here beside her at such peace. The gentle breeze bobbed the brim of the hat that sat on his head still drying, and with his smile came new lines that she would learn and map many times. His skin was golden, not exactly like his hair, but kissed by the sun after working long days in the field. In turn she could count the freckles dusting his cheeks because of it, often hidden in the colder months.

This one is from a previous ask game, working title La Fontaine, from the song by Connie Dover:

But now, on the streets of this port city protected by the British fleet, Teresa found herself outside the headquarters that housed Wellington and his staff. Men came to and fro throughout the busy courtyard, boots muddied from the road and the recent rains that dirtied the white stone steps as she climbed them. The guards let her in without issue. Few spared glances at her travel worn appearance as she wandered the halls, pointed in the right direction by a friendly orderly, before seating herself on a bench outside Hogan’s office.   For a while she watched from the window behind her. The sea birds flew overhead, circling and swooping over the terracotta rooftops. Bells rang distantly on the docks, horse drawn carriages passed by, but Teresa was lost in her thoughts and paid little mind. Lisbon was far from the gold fields of Casatejada; as far west one could go from the borders of Spain and the battles that lie there.

And this one is from a more or less completed fic, but I either want to add ideas or rewrite it. Sharpe's Justice AU where Teresa and Antonia come with Sharpe to Yorkshire.

— WIPS.

masterclass — matsukawa, series. (90% complete)

experiences — bokuto, series. (30% complete)

unnamed — various, series. (0% complete)

unnamed — sakusa, 'video game au' collab. (10% complete)

heart thumper — bokuto, cafe!au/hybrid!au(100% complete)

at the start again — matsukawa + iwaizumi, zombie apocalypse au (50% complete)

Most current progress on the redux of the Mithos x Mucha's La Trappistine piece.