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I have new OTP now

Scéalta le Casadh by bonjourxrenae (@bonjourxrenae)

A historical one-shot about their first meeting - what starts as humble research becomes a quiet whirlwind romance:

Doctor O’Connor figured the best way to learn more about a nation was to glean that information from another nation. It had been the only reason Ireland came to Warsaw: to interview Poland, gather information, and help edit the manuscripts. In truth, he had become enchanted by the land during the few months he had stayed in Warsaw. The people were kind and devout, the kind of people Ireland felt warmest around. He had brought his flageolet and played for the children on the streets. The food and the folk dances comforted him, sunrises and sunsets were clear, and the reflection of the moon on the waters of the rivers and lakes had all but taken him under. He had become enamored. He understood what the doctor meant. He had to know more.

M’fhíorghrá / My true love by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A soft one-shot, wherein the two have other plans that don't involve staying at the UN formal:

“You’ve talked with your boss already, right?” “Yeah, but he ditched me the first occasion he had. Why?” Ireland smiles at him. “In that case, he knows you’re here. No one said we have to stay til the very end.” He pulls Poland a little closer, and lets himself rest his head against Poland’s hair. No one is looking in their direction anyway. “How about you run away with me, love?”

Of Irish coffee and milk tea by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A collection of drabbles, ranging from soft and domestic, to angst with character death.

A Game of Guinness Telephone by Husaria (@lithuanias)

Meet-cute Human AU one-shot, in which a stranger buys Ireland a pint at the pub... then promptly leaves before he can get a word in:

Alfred returned with another Guinness. Seán blinked. “Thanks, but I’m not even done—” “Oh, I know,” said Alfred. “This is from—” He gestured towards an empty barstool at the end of the car. “—he just left.” Seán swiveled around to look at the front door. “Who left?” “Some guy. He ordered you a Guinness. I…I thought he wanted to talk to you.” “Who was he?” “Beats me,” said Alfred. “First, he asked if we carried…a…I can’t even pronounce it and then just ordered a Guinness. I think we carry the beer he mentioned…Do we—?” Seán sipped his stout. “Did you get a name?” “Nope. Had an accent. I think he was Polish.” “What’d he look like?” “A bit shorter than you. Blond. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Oh, and he had a white cat with him.”

The Seal Lord by bonjourxrenae (@bonjourxrenae)

Fantasy AU multi, featuring Ireland as a selkie and Poland as the young dignitary who accidentally summons him:

It was hard to say how much time had passed, or how many tears he’d wept. Get it together, he told himself, slapping his cheeks until his senses returned. Feliks breathed in the salty air, filled his lungs with the chill so deep it almost hurt. While he had the time, he listened to the hush of the waves against the shore, the cry of the gulls overhead… The airy sound of a tin whistle playing close by… Feliks turned toward the sound. In the haze of sundown, he saw him: a tall man with copper red hair bent over a stone, his feet buried in the sand. He was soaked to the bone, dressed in nothing but what appeared to be a large fur skin, glossy from the salt water. As he played, his thin fingers fluttered over the sound holes, trilling every other note. It was a song Feliks did not recognize, yet felt drawn to all the same. As he approached, the sand shuffled noisily beneath his shoes. The strange man drew away from the flute and looked over his shoulder at Feliks, a boyish smile curled on his lips. “Ah, so you’re the one what called for me.”

Sleepless by Felicja_Julieanne (@felicja-j)

A deeply emotional Human AU, in which Feliks realizes he's asexual and comes out to his partner:

I just finished this, I'm gonna give it 4/5 stars

the majority of the contents of this book can be easily found in the Duchas.ie archive, so if you've spent a lot of time looking through those, this book might not be incredibly useful to you

BUT it does compile all of that valuable information (folk magic, folk remedies, sacred days, festival customs, saints days, pilgrimages, etc) all very neatly into a season-by-season order beginning with Imbolc, covering every significant day & its customs until the next year. it also has a chapter on birth, marriage, and death customs, followed by one on general spiritual well-being, and concluding with supernatural entities. I also love that the author does not shy away from some of the more grisly customs that would be unpalatable, or frankly illegal, by today's standards.

acetalia week day 3: self discovery

im late whoops this prompt fits a fic i wrote not so long ago so i thought why not draw a little thing to go with it

in no real order, just- feel the feels

the name Łukasiewicz he’s chosen after the fall of the communism

in 1940 he was thrown to one of concentration camps but he got freed by Czochralski to work with Weigl as a pediculus-feeder. In 1942 he run away to France and with his help he got to Britain. From there he and his boys (and girls!) helped the lesser assholes Allies win the war.

he has a pin with Maria Skłodowska Curie on his favorite jacket

he sews most of his clothes because of how poor he was in PRL (or ‘Polish People Republic’ a k a  e v r y t h i n g b u t r e p u b l i c o f p o l i s h p e o p l e), so he had to be creative

America sent him, Prussia and Hungary clothes and stuff from outside the curtain (i don’t have to explain what the curtain was... do i?)

still has a jacket of one of his boys from dywizjon 303

he always goes to the graves of his loved ones (Chopin, Ulam, Curie, Banach, etc.) in november

on 11th of november always goes on Wawel to check on ghosts of Słowacki & Mickiewicz if they didn’t kill each other, on Kościuszko - his heart and pride - on his beautiful Kings and on Żulik (Piłsudski) the man whom he loved, loves and will love and be greatful to for the rest of eternity

is in love with science and could never live without it

is kind of hurt by how England, France and others choose to forget him and his children but he chooses not to show it and do his work

has such a resting bitch face Western Europeans get shivers (it’s worse than Germany’s and Sweden’s taken together, trust me)

does not trust any of the western countries, honestly. (maybe Ireland and Scotland but just a little)

He met Scotland in 1942 when at Scot’s place his boys (and girl!) were training to become the Silent Unseen. That’s where Scotland fallen a bit in love with him. (But hey-! You could have a bit of a crush on him, too, especially after all this stories Ireland had told him)

While on the run he met with Hungary - that’s where he met Chrissy Granville for the first time - they cried. a lot. then she gave him food, water, supplies and cigarettes.

A short IrePol drabble (with mentioned Toris/Felicja, their daughter Nancy, and sheep!) It’s a bit short to post on ao3, so I’m just putting it here instead.

A gift fic for my friend @felicja-j for finishing all her finals! Congratulations Fela! I hope you like this!

a ghrá- Irish for “my love”

“I can’t believe I convinced my sister and Toris to finally take a day off,” Feliks said as his husband was offering one of the curious sheep by the fence an apple. In his arms wiggling around was his 10 month old niece, Nancy.

“I know, I don’t think those two have had a night out to themselves since little Nance here was born,” he walked over towards the pair and reached over, patting the child on the head and messing up her flower headband.

“Hey, be careful! I don’t want you ruining her flower crown, I spent good money on this,” He dusted off the dirt and adjusted it back to its proper place.

Seán looked back at the fence. “Well, it looks like the sheep are taken care of, are you still up for a picnic?”

Feliks beamed “Yeah! Let me go get the basket. Can you hold her for a sec? Wait,” Feliks stopped himself, looking down at Seán’s hands, “You go get it, and wash your hands while you’re there.”