#zollo

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★ Gachiakuta

★ Zanka Nijiku/Follo Tunito

★ Rated T

★ 11.5k words

★ Fluff & Humour

Follo liked to pretend he didn't know what the shifty eyes and arched brows were referring to. Pretended they didn't always get shot his way after interactions with a certain blue-eyed boy who seemed to orbit him as of late. Feigned ignorance as to why she could possibly be scrutinizing him. Follo had nothing to hide. He’d never done anything wrong or worthy of suspicion in his life. Rule one of the Cleaners: never admit anything personal to Riyou, no matter how many scathing looks she sent your way. He's watched far too many innocent souls fall victim to her trap countless times. That girl was like an encyclopedia of embarrassing anecdotes, which she would gladly whip out at the most inconvenient of times. To humble you, to admonish you, to blackmail you into doing her chores. The moment you confessed some vital piece of information to her, she’d store it away to weaponize later. — Follo has been slowly realizing his minor interest in Zanka might just be a crush, and he might actually have a chance at it being reciprocated. What to do about it? Attempt to take him on a not-quite date—preferably without alerting the suspicions of the gossip-spreading monsters in the Cleaners.

Final chapter of my ZanHyo multi chapter fic

Janka one shot

Zanhyo one shot

AmoRiyo one shot

Jabber/Gil one shot

ZanHyo culinary rivals AU

Zanishia (?) one shot

Zollo one shot

Jaime loses his sword hand

They mean to scare me. The fool hopped on Jaime’s back, giggling, as the Dothraki swaggered toward him. The goat wants me to piss my breeches and beg his mercy, but he’ll never have that pleasure. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream. Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed. ~A Storm of Swords (Jaime III)