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【Dunkirk】空军组扫文(截至9.20

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* Farrier/Collins
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✈︎原剧向




《Distance for A Touch》by 荷尖角
  
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TIME》by 木木问卷西要啥自行车




Strait》by X




I Know》by KtoZ




士兵啊》by X




We'll find the Way》by 童话君_Diahhan
  正文4章+番外1篇




船只渐行渐远》by 5-11




返航》by fishknife




Kiss》by 乔屿屿屿屿




One hundred kisses》by Moon&Rime




Gain A Star》by 啊茶




挥手梗』by -shel-




盲航》by 萤辰




Sea Breezes Never End》by Welkin




短打》by Chéri




在那之后》by 困到睡不醒




Collins视角脑洞』by Dawnnnn.




需要克服的东西》by Something




最后一次飞行》by 糖里有毒
  正文4章




你一生的礼物》by 甩包包去兜风




吸一支烟》by 木言不言




未归》by Erdberry




Reminiscence》by 茶爽还是叉双




为你,千千万万遍》by 一见Asa误终生




倒带 Rewind》by Snowflakes




Brief Encounter》by 八角凉亭




Silent》《大洋上的灯火》by 灰-度-值




即使》by 不烦的辛居然




关于Farrier的九件事》by Chéri




Afternoon》by 东洛




当他们终于重逢》by N




幻听》by KISARAGI




The Ballad of the wind》by 黯河舅




Drowning》by Levexres




星漏》by 锁リリ




愈合》by 贝尔朵莉切




最后一班列车》by 温家双煞和七个黑羽馒头




九封书信和一次重逢》by 七季




金发、天空与最后的大海》by Miss Coward




未完成的舞》by 胖得像个二百斤的鼠子




Farrier的战争》by Chéri




一个末流诗人兼开飞机的下流情话》by Chéri




We Are All Going Forward》by Escapist




Be with You》by 与你平行的人
  TBC




A Thousand Miles/前路漫漫》by nichoLee




Encounters》by 幸江江




敬往昔峥嵘》by 奶油梓




你我相逢在黑夜的海上》by 各种穿马路




Bright,Light,Sun shine》by 世界关爱手残日




15 Gallons》by 梅贾的窃魂卷




Afternoon》by 欧美小众产粮区圈地自萌
  TBC




我的祖父柯林斯》by noel




Lost In Space / 迷失》by 金鱼臀




Old Days》by 临威
  正文4章




远迟于一小时》by Chéri




风声》by 江城白酒




星期五》by 大眼鱼




Frozen》by 堤树胧明孤月上




Hurricane / 三十分钟》by 金鱼臀




Two Ghost》by lusanda




Way Too Long》by -shel-




Right Here Waiting For You》by Z方小女巫
  正文14章




当我们谈起Farrier时聊些什么》by 梅贾的窃魂卷




归来》by 桑原




一次别离》by 奈落的吐槽本




Back to the Start / 起初》by 金鱼臀




Collins,我在》by 皮的嘛就不谈了




Fall坠落》by just一生十年




光辉》by Bladewithelephants




蓝眼睛》by Bladewithelephants




重逢在曼宁庄园》by Bergrany




碧海蓝天》by Gloria




Haggis》by 哈哈哈哈




忘情》by noel




裂痕》by 子夜旦未央




空窗》by Z方小女巫




来信已阅》by -shel-




Love and War》by Christine




恐惧是一场别离》by Miss Coward




伦敦缝隙》by 芒果怪人
  三发完




法温柔法先生的诗》by Chéri




You Can Stand Under My Umbrella》by 悄吟




逆光处》《趋光性》《神说》by RAFsGlory




Per Ardua ad Astra(逆境中的明星)》by 爱宠小王子
  TBC








✈︎日常向




Per Ardua ad Astra》by 胡子腿毛一把抓
  全文7章




Thyme.》by 然后长安




远早于一小时》by Chéri




对视》by 寒山




Good pilot,bad liar》by fishknife
  两发完




照片》by 卷毛小喵




日常》by Chéri




小王子的小尖牙》by 卷毛小喵




片段》by -shel-




Letters》by Chopin
  两发完




Puppy Eyes》by 卷毛小喵




无题』by 葡萄仁
  全文4章




一次约会》by 执笔为药




into you》by 荔欢
  两发完




Det var en gång i ett annat liv》by Elysium
  4章TBC




口唇期》by 卷毛小喵




我的小小心脏》by 我想吃热炒




日常生活10条》by 堤树胧明孤月上
  全文2弹




四分之一安全距离》by 卷毛小喵




Romantic》by lusanda
  TBC




Battles And Wastelands.》by 鱼乐今天也很想读书
  TBC




南方假日》by 炯炯有神
  TBC




I'm back》by MrMalfoy




短。》by 君往掩面
  TBC




A gift》by 执笔为药




枯玫瑰与诗歌》by 荔欢
  两发完




秋日》by 堤树胧明孤月上
  两发完




Battle Blues》by whaleclub
  TBC








✈︎AU




拉撒路》by 砍树少侠




你一生的故事》by Rona




All Quiet in Wormboudt》by whaleclub
  全文7章




你会再次路过我身边》by 神之右手小查克
  TBC




Heartstrings》by 老干妈的slash地区
  TBC




漫长的告白》by 灰-度-值
  全文5章




There goes the dinner》by mid-middle grade




Guilty Pleasure / 罪恶的欢愉》by 金鱼臀
  2章TBC




if》by Chopin




与你相遇的日子》by 灰-度-值
  TBC




星夜深处》by KISARAGI








✈︎授权翻译




'Cause there's a blue sky waiting for us tomorrow》by 超烦邮件侠








✈︎PWP




Never Surrender》by 罗洁小巴




A Date》by Something




Happy Birthday》by 罗洁小巴




远早于一小时》by Chéri




Liar》by Moon&Rime




So Bad/恶习》by nichoLee




他们的几个第一次The First Love》by 罗洁小巴




Estrus》by 灰-度-值




他们没有明天》by 一块儿废糖




没什么内容就是想肉》by Chopin




去基地的前一夜》by 许安沫




Collins糟糕的酒品》by 罗洁小巴
















溜了溜了。


【基:好好学习】The Red Necklace -1,2

诸葛福媛:

【写在前面的废话】之前在电脑上建了个文件夹叫《做个花痴好学习》,专门收集各种男神的有声书、广播剧,以备跑步时自high。现在听的七七八八了,决定把其中一部分整理一下,就叫【好好学习】系列_(:з」∠)_ ,意在巩固复习,顺便回报社会。


这些书大部分网上都可以下到原著小说和音频,我只是按照audiobook编辑修正了一下,欢迎挑错,但未经允许请勿转载。初步计划是先整理抖森、一美、法鲨和卷福的,如果有时间会继续做李建军同志的。另外,海总大人,求你读本有声书吧,你的澳洲口音小的很愿意听啊!


奉上第一本:


The Red Necklace


By  Sally Gardner


Summary: In the late eighteenth century, Sido, the twelve-year-old daughter of a self-indulgent marquis, and Yann, a fourteen-year-old Gypsy orphan raised to perform in a magic show, face a common enemy at the start of the French Revolution.


正文前的几句废话:抖森用软软的声音念出男主角Yann的台词实在是让人联想起雷1里的小基妹儿,然后用阴沉的声音模仿大反派Count Kalliovski时,又是足足的邪神范儿。最好玩的是,俩人都想娶个那有着摄人蓝眼睛(most bewitching blue eyes)的菇凉~(大公主是你吗?~)


总之小说本身没有特别引人入胜,但是为了某人还是很值得一听的哈哈。


附:本书音频


正文:


This is Paris; here the winds of change are blowing, whispering their discontent into the very hearts of her citizens. A Paris waiting for the first slow turn of a wheel that will bring with it a revolution the like of which Europe has never known. In the coming year the people will be called upon to play their part in the tearing down of the Bastille, in the destruction of the old regime, in the stopping of the clocks.


This is where the devil goes walking, looking with interest in at the window of Dr. Guillotin【注1】, who works night and day to perfect his humane killing machine, sharpening his angled blade on the innocent necks of sheep. Little does the earnest doctor know that his new design will be center stage, a bloody altarpiece in the drama that is about to unfold.


But wait, not so fast. King Louis XVI and his queen, Marie Antoinette, are still outside Paris, at Versailles. This is the winter of 1789, one of the worst in living memory. Jack Frost【注2】 has dug his fingers deep into the heart of this frozen city, so that it looks almost unrecognizable under its thick blanket of snow.


All still appears as it should be. All has yet to break. . .


Chapter one


Here, then, is where our story starts, in a run-down theater on the rue du Temple, with a boy called Yann Margoza, who was born with a gift for knowing what people were thinking, and an uncanny ability to throw his voice.


Yann had a sharp, intelligent face, olive skin, a mop of jet-black hair, and eyes dark as midnight, with two stars shining in them. For the past few months the theater had been home to Yann and his friend and mentor, the dwarf Têtu, and Topolain, the magician. Together they traveled all over France, performing. Without ever appearing on stage, Têtu could move objects at will like a sorcerer, while Topolain fronted the show and did tricks of his own. Yann was fourteen now, and still didn’t understand how Têtu did it, even though he had helped behind the scenes since he was small.


Têtu’s age was anyone’s guess and, as he would say, no one’s business. He compensated for his size and his strange high-pitched voice with a fierce intelligence. He could speak many languages, but would not say where he came from. 


It had been Têtu’s idea to invest their savings in the making of the wooden Pierrot. The result had been a sensation. Monsieur Aulard, manager of the Theater du Temple, had taken them on and for the past four months they had played to full houses. In these dark times, it struck Monsieur Aulard as nothing short of a miracle.


The Pierrot had caught people’s imaginations. Some thought that it was controlled by magic. More practical minds wondered if it was clockwork or automaton, or if there was something hidden inside. This theory was soon dismissed, as every night Topolain would invite a member of the audience on stage to look for himself. All who saw it were agreed that it was made from solid wood. Even if it had been hollow, there was no space inside for anyone to hide.


Yet not only could the Pierrot walk and talk, it could also, as Topolain told the astonished audience every night, see into the heart of every man and woman there, and know their darkest secrets. 


For the grand finale, Topolain would perform the trick he was best known for—the magic bullet. He would ask a member of the audience to come up on stage and fire a pistol at him. To much rolling of drums, he would catch the bullet in his hand, proclaiming that he had drunk from the cup of everlasting life. After seeing what he could do with the automaton, the audience did not doubt him. Maybe such a great magician as this could indeed trick the Grim Reaper【aka死神大人】.


Every evening after the final curtain had fallen and the applause had died away, Yann would remove the small table on which had been placed the pistol and the bullet. Tonight the stage felt bitterly cold. Yann peered out into the darkened auditorium. He could sworn he heard someone whispering in the shadows.


“Hello?” he called.


“You all right?” asked Didier the caretaker, walking onto the stage. He was a giant of a man with a vacant moonlike face. 


“I thought I heard someone in the stalls,” said Yann.


Didier stood by the proscenium arch and glared menacingly into the gloom. 


“There’s no one there. More than likely it’s a rat. Don’t worry, I’ll get the blighter.”


He disappeared into the wings, humming as he went. Yann felt strangely uneasy. The sooner he was gone from here the better, he thought to himself.


There! The whispering was louder this time.


“Who’s there?” shouted Yann. 


Then he heard a woman’s soft voice, whispering to him in Romany, the language he and Têtu spoke privately together. He nearly jumped out of his skin, for it felt as if she were standing right next to him. 


She was saying, “The devil’s own is on your trail. Run like the wind.”


Topolain’s dressing room was what Monsieur Aulard grandly called a dressing room for superior actors. It was as shabby as all the other dressing rooms, but it was a little larger and had the decided privilege of having a fireplace. The log basket was all but empty and the fire near defeated by the cold. 


Topolain was sitting looking at his painted face in a mirror. He was a stout man with doughy features. 


“How did you know the shoemaker had a snuffbox in his pocket, Yann?” 


Yann shrugged. “I could hear his thoughts loud and clear,” he said.


Têtu, who was carefully packing away the wooden Pierrot, listened and smiled, knowing that Yann’s abilities were still unpredictable. Sometimes, without being aware of it, he could read people’s minds; sometimes he could even see into the future.


There was a rap at the door. Topolain jumped up in surprise, spilling his wine onto the calico cloth on the dressing table so that it turned dark red.


A huge man stood imposingly in the doorway, his smart black tailored coat emphasizing his bulk. Yet it was his face, not his garments, that caught Yann’s attention. It was covered in scars like the map of a city you would never wish to visit. His left eye was the color of rancid milk. The pupil, dead and black, could be seen beneath its curdled surface. 


He was a terrifying apparition.


The man handed Topolain a card. The magician took it, careful to wipe the sweat from his hands before he did so. As he read the name Count Kalliovski, he felt a quiver of excitement. He knew that Count was one of the wealthiest men in Paris.


“This is an honor indeed,” said Topolain.


“I am steward to Count Kalliovski. I am known as Milkeye,” said the man. He held out a leather purse before him as one might hold a bone out to a dog.


“My master wants you to entertain his friends tonight at the château of the Marquis de Villeduval. If Count Kalliovski is pleased with your performance”—he jangled the purse—“this will be your reward. The carriage is waiting. We would ask for haste.” 


Yann knew exactly what Topolain was going to say.


“I shall be delighted. I shall be with you just as fast as I can get myself and my assistants together.” 


“Haste,” Milkeye repeated sharply. “I don’t want our horses freezing to death out there. They are valuable.”


The door closed behind him with a thud, so that the thin walls shook.


As soon as they were alone, Topolain lifted Têtu off his feet and danced him around the room.


“This is what we have been dreaming of! With this invitation the doors of grand society will be open to us.”


He looked at his reflection in the mirror, added a touch of rouge to his cheeks, and picked up his hat and the box that contained the pistol.“Are we ready to amaze, astound, and bewilder?”


“Wait, wait!” pleaded Yann. He pulled Têtu aside and said quietly, “When I went to clear up this evening I heard a voice speaking Romany, saying, ‘The devil’s own is on your trail. Run like the wind.’” 


“What are you whispering about?” asked Topolain.


“Come on, we’ll be late.” 


Yann said desperately, “Please, let’s not go. I have a bad feeling.”


 “The boy may be right.”said Têtu. 


“Come on, the two of you!” said Topolain. “This is our destiny calling. Greatness lies ahead of us! Ha! I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Stop worrying. Tonight we will be princes.” 


Yann and Têtu knew that it was useless to say more. They carried the long box with the Pierrot in it down the steep stairs, Yann trying to chase away the image of a coffin from his mind. 


All Topolain was thinking was that maybe the king and queen would be there. The thought was like a fur coat against the cold, which wrapped itself around him as he walked out into the bitter night, Yann’s and Têtu’s anxieties forgotten.


Chapter two


The Marquis de Villeduval’s debts were alarming. He took no notice of his financial advisers, who told him that he was on the verge of bankruptcy. What matter if funds were low? He would simply raise the rents on his estate. In the meantime he would just have to borrow more from Count Kalliovski, who never blinked an eye at the outrageous sums the marquis requested.


This was how he had financed the building of his newest property, a small château halfway between Paris and Versailles, which allowed him easy access to the court and the capital. His taste was superb, the bills always shocking.


That evening the marquis was holding a supper party to thank Count Kalliovski for his continuing generosity. The guest list included the great and the good of French society—dukes, princes, counts, cardinals, and bishops. Like the marquis, they all had


good reason to be grateful to the count.


In return for his constant generosity, Kalliovski simply asked for those tiny little secrets, the kind of thing you wouldn’t even say in the confessional box. All you had to do was whisper them to him and absolution was guaranteed, the money given. He kept his friends like pampered lapdogs. They never suspected that the hand that fed them had also bought their souls.


Many rumors circulated about Kalliovski, which he encouraged. When asked his age he would say he was as old as Charlemagne. When asked about his great black wolfhound, Balthazar, he would say that he had never been without the dog. One thing, though, was certain: Many were his mistresses and no one was his wife.


The secret of his success lay in the absence of emotion. Over the years he had learned how to empty himself of sentiment, to keep himself free of passion.


Love he considered to be a blind spot on the map of the soul. He had an iron-clad heart. His motto was one that should have warned all who knew him of his true nature: Have no mercy, show no mercy.


For the marquis’s part, he was in awe of the count. If he was honest with himself,


something he avoided at all costs, he was more than a little jealous of him. Tonight, though, he wanted to impress the count. Nothing had been spared to make the celebration a success. 


He had even gone to the trouble of having his daughter brought home from her convent to satisfy a whim of the count, who had asked to see her. Why, he could not imagine.


For he considered her to be a mark of imperfection upon his otherwise perfect existence. The marquis’s splendid new château stood testament to his secretive nature and his sophisticated taste. Each of its many salons was different. Some were painted with scenes of the Elysian Fields, in others, there were gilded rococo mirrors that reflected the many crystal chandeliers. On the first floor all the salons opened up into one another through double doors with marble columns. The effect was a giddy vista of rooms, each one more opulent than the last. But behind the grand façade lay what no eye saw, the narrow, dark, poky corridors that formed the unseen and unsightly varicose veins of the house. They were for the servants’ use only. The marquis liked to fancy that an invisible hand served him. And so his army of footmen and maids performed their tasks quietly in felted slippers, like mice behind the skirting boards.


On the day of the party, the Mother Superior told Sido that she was wanted at her father’s new château. It had been two years since she had last seen him, and for a moment she wondered if he had been taken ill. Her memory of her father was of a cold, unloving man who had little time for his daughter. Sido had grown into a shy, awkward-looking girl who walked with a limp, an unforgivable impediment that reflected badly on the great name of Villeduval. She had lost her mother when she was only three, and for most of her twelve years she had been brought up at the convent. The marquis had handed her over to the Mother Superior at the tender age of five, with instructions to teach the girl to be less clumsy and to walk without limping, if she was going to the château just for a supper party filled her with excitement and trepidation. As the convent doors closed behind her, she hoped passionately that she would never have to see the place again, that this might be the start of a new life where her father would love her at last.


Her happiness soon vanished as the coach made its way along the country roads. In the thin, blue, watery light, figures seemed to rise out of the snow like ghosts, given shape only by the rags they were wearing. They trudged silently along the side of the road with grim determination. Old men, young men, women carrying babies, grandmothers, small weary children, all were ill-equipped for the bitter winter weather as they slowly and painfully made their way toward Paris.


Sido knocked on the roof of the carriage, “We should stop and help,” she called to Bernard, the coachman.


The coach kept on moving.


“Please,” Sido called again. “We must help them.”


“The whole of France needs help,” came the answer. “Best not to look, mademoiselle.”


But how was it possible to turn your eyes away from such a sea of sadness?


Sido’s father’s new château looked like a fairy-tale castle, complete with towers and turrets, floating free of the formal gardens that surrounded it.


The marquis’s valet came out to greet her.


”How are you, Luc?” she asked, pleased to see a face she recognized.


“Well, mademoiselle. I have been instructed to take you up the back way to your


chamber. The marquis does not wish to be disturbed.”


Sido followed him through a plain wooden door into a long dark corridor. Luc lit a candle which shone a shy light down what seemed a never-ending passageway.


“Where are we going?” she asked.


The valet turned around with a finger to his lips. 


Sido followed in silence. Every now and again cat’s cradles of light shone through peepholes, from one wall to the other. Luc opened a door.


“This will be your bedchamber. The marquis will call you when he is ready,” and with that he closed the door behind him. It disappeared perfectly into the painted panels so that if you didn’t know it was there, it would be impossible to tell.


This was a plain room, paneled in powder blue. The four-poster bed had thick dark blue velvet drapes, a fabric screen stood near a dressing table, and above the fireplace hung a painting of an Italian masked ball.


There were no flowers to welcome her, no bowls of fruits, no sweetmeats, though these were given to all the other guests.


For her part, Sido was just grateful to be away from the convent. 


Hours passed, so that she was wondering if she had been forgotten, when the valet reappeared. “The marquis wants to see you now, mademoiselle.”


Sido straightened her skirt, took a deep breath, and concentrated with all her might on not limping as she was taken downstairs. 


The marquis was waiting in his study. He had a large, needy, greedy face that gathered itself into a weak, undefined chin and had about it the promise of perpetual disappointment. He stared down his aristocratic nose at his daughter.


“I see, Sidonie, that you are not much changed since last we met. A little taller, maybe? Unfortunate. Tallness is unattractive in a girl.”


The abruptness of the criticism and the use of her full name made all Sido’s skills of navigation abandon her. She stepped back, narrowly avoiding a table displaying the marquis’s latest acquisition, a collection of scientific instruments.


“Look where you’re going! In heaven’s name, are you as stupid as you appear? And I see you still have that unpleasant limp. It seems not to have improved in the slightest,” said the marquis irritably.


Sido stood there wishing with all her heart that the floor would open and swallow her up. At that moment Count Kalliovski was shown into the chamber. At his heels was a large black wolfhound, his famous dog, Balthazar.


Sido’s first impression was that she would not like to be left alone with either the man or his dog. She dropped her gaze and curtsied as she felt his sharp inquisitive eyes upon her. Glancing up for a discreet look, she saw a tall thin man, elegantly dressed, his skin smooth and ageless , as if it had been preserved in aspic. He had the


perfume of wealth about him.


“That,” said the marquis abruptly, “is my daughter. Why I went to the expense and inconvenience of bringing her back here, I cannot imagine.”


“To humor me, I do believe,” said Count Kalliovski, he sat himself in a chair and stretched his long legs out before him, placing his hands together to form a steeple in front of his mouth. They were large, ugly hands that somehow didn’t seem to go with the rest of him. The dog settled near his master. Sido saw that the pattern on the count’s embroidered silk waistcoat was of little black skulls intertwined with ivy leaves.


“Eh.. Charming,” said the count, studying Sido with an expert eye. “But is there no food at your convent?”


“Not much, sir,” Sido replied.


The count smiled. “Tell me then, are the nuns all as pale and thin as you?”


“No, sir.”


“I thought not. And which convent is this?” When Sido told him, the count laughed out loud.


“Hahaha…I know the cardinal. I have lent him money in the past to settle his gambling debts.” The marquis looked most uncomfortable.


“My dear friend, your daughter has the most bewitching blue eyes. Give her a few


more years and you will find her to be ravishing.” The marquis looked like a spoiled overgrown child who is being asked to play nicely. “With respect, my dear count, plain she is and plain she will remain. I fear you have been taken in by the beauty of my study and the afternoon light.”


“Not in the slightest. I am just concerned to hear that your daughter has been sent to such an indifferent school. I suggest that from now on she should be educated at home.”


Sido stood there, surprised to find that she had an ally in the count.


The marquis rang for his valet.“The girl is to be bathed and the dressmaker summoned, mademoiselle Sidonie will be dining with us this evening.”


It took Sido a moment to realize what her father had just said. She wondered if just for once fate was smiling kindly on her.




注1:Joseph-Ignace Guillotin,法国医生、政客、共济会员,1789年提议使用一种新的器械,即断头台Guillotine,来执行死刑以减少死刑犯痛苦,在法国大革命中N多人命丧断头台使得这个东西名留青史。事实上,那个杀人机器并不是Dr. Guillotin发明的,他本人还反对死刑,但是很悲催的,这个断头台还是以他的名字命名了……


Dr. Guillotin:mmp,叔叔我明明是该作为第一批在法国推广牛痘接种术的医生留名的!!搞个杀人机器用我的名字是什!!么!!鬼!!





注2:Jack Frost,杰克冻人~~安格鲁撒克逊民间传说中冰/雪/冬天等的拟人化角色,可以理解为雪精灵?或者冰霜人(基妹:what?!),据说杰克冻人会把天气变得严寒,把大家的脚趾头和鼻子冻僵掉,把秋天的叶子染霜,还在窗户上留下树叶脉络样的霜花……哎呦这也太可爱了吧,基妹真的不是你吗?!



GGAD扫文记录 20161201-20170228

GGAD扫文号:

整理2016.12及以后发表在lof上的所有GGAD文。扫文记录按作者发表顺序排列,对文不对人;打*表示以刀为主;长篇只贴第一章内容或作者自整理tag,风格与进度已标出;有生子、女体、abo等不完全大众向雷点已注明;口味私人,性转、纯肉、rps及拆逆不收录。每周更新。




中长篇:


【格邓】异时空冒险(一)by 寒武纪年的兔子


(更新1-11,未完结)




【HP/GGAD】Willst Du? (上) by Evelair*


(更新1-2,已完结)




【GGAD】Utopia(上) by 潭上


(更新1-2,已完结)




Vicious Wizard(1) by 塞维利亚城乡结合部


(更新1-2,未完结)




GGAD 魔王的职业规划 1 by 凌均


(更新1-13,未完结)




[GGAD]死亡圣器与火焰杯  by 七七七夏


(更新1-13,未完结)




【HP/GGAD】圣迭戈大道(上) by Asteef


(更新1-2,完结)




【GGAD】三次盖勒特想要阿不思的魔杖,一次都没成功(1) by SmokedShark


(更新1-4,未完结)




GGAD 镜面世界 上 by 凌均


(更新1-2,完结)




【GGAD】Beautiful World 美丽世界 by 泠司 


(原作向,1899少年组,更新1-9,未完结)




此案无关风月 by 酥山


(三强争霸赛德姆斯特朗au,更新1-5,未完结)




过路人 by 七七七夏*


(原著向au,1945ad失忆梗,更新1-6,未完结)




【GGAD】暴风雨 by 西西酱*


(原著向au,gg越狱梗,更新1-5,未完结)




[GGAD]戏剧的艺术 by 刀玉


(麻瓜界au,更新1-5,已完结)




短篇:


[GGAD] Flee From Me END by 寒山一呆兔




[GGAD] Mirror Image END by 寒山一呆兔*




【GGAD/Brocedes】当我们谈论起一场告别 by _悲催_*




琼浆玉液 by 塞维利亚城乡结合部




【HP | GGAD】相似之处 by Hilbert space*




GGAD 故事的结局 by 野景*




【GGAD】当众调情 by 寒竹清舞_卫宫病晚期




【GGAD】纽特怀孕了,孩子是谁的? by 白媚娘




【GGAD】Just One Last Dance by 西西酱*




【HP | GGAD】玫瑰色的巢穴 by Hilbert space




听玛丽苏讲故事END【GGAD,和玛丽苏开玩笑AU】 by BigHoleInMySoul




【HP | GGAD】King For A Day by Hilbert space




跌蝉 by 墨颠儿*




论正确答案的可忽略性 by recess*




【HP/GGAD】一个预示 by 一只句号*




[GGAD]真名 by ElAleph*




【ggad】<无人知晓邓布利多> by 宛若青空下*




【GGAD】羊毛袜 by 白羽信*




前任和自己上了同一个语言学习班,怎么办?#GGAD# by 白媚娘




【GGAD】Es ist Zeit by Acht*




【GGAD】虚假传说 by 沉夙*




【HP/GGAD】赤地雪霜 by Asteef*




黑魔王的巧克力工厂#GGAD##思蝎# by 白媚娘




【GGAD】无以言爱 by 沉夙*




【GGAD】《Truce》END by 盖勒特制老魔杖*




[GGAD]决战前夜 by 七七七夏




【HP/GGAD】旧友 by Asteef




[GGAD]当我们谈论预言时,我们在谈论什么 by 七七七夏*




【GGAD】当我们遇见漫天星光 by 林安




 【GGAD】Guilty Crown by Laceration




【GGAD】【格邓】群鸟的起飞 (一) by 绿灯火和银刃刀


(放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




【GGAD】塔(童话梗) by SmokedShark




【格邓】坠落(The Fall)【一发完】 by 寒武纪年的兔子 *




【GGAD】塔罗牌奇妙夜 by 西西酱




[GGAD]当我们谈论回忆时,我们在谈论什么 by 七七七夏 *




【GGAD】幻影移形小贴士:请看管好您的指甲、手臂,以及,请务必避免拿错魔杖(一) by 语斜栏


(原著向au,放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




三次邓布利多觉得这是错误的,一次他觉得这样做是对的。 by stoker




【GGAD】我能否把你比作夏日 by 西西酱




GGAD|The Endless Circle by 阿克瑞斯




【GGAD】一百五十加隆,羊毛袜,和大魔王的圣诞礼物 by SmokedShark




[GGAD]陷于白昼 by 背包客一号。




比比多味豆,魁地奇,和另一场以牙还牙 by  SmokedShark




【GGAD】由一幅画引发的猜想 by 西西酱




电闪雷鸣波尔卡 by 塞维利亚城乡结合部*




【格邓】只有梅林知道 第一章 by 白耶


(前男友au,放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




【GGAD】二十五集迷你剧 by 酥山




【GGAD】《The Uninvited Visitor》 by 盖勒特制老魔杖




[GGAD]当我们谈论爱情时,我们在谈论什么  by 七七七夏*




【GGAD】迷情剂,白玫瑰和假魔王 by SmokedShark




GGAD 失败的增龄剂 by 凌均




枯冢 by 秦山*




【GGAD】禁书区惊魂夜 by SmokedShark




一个叫阿不思的阿飘好像得了失忆症•01 by 岑喵


(幽灵au,放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




【GGAD】糖(END) by 客京杏雨*




【GGAD】男朋友不回信了怎么办?! by 无端法则




穿D&G的老魔王 by塞维利亚城乡结合部




[GGAD]柠檬雪宝与小魔王 by 七七七夏




【HP/GGAD】天文塔绑架案 by Asteef




自我惩罚 by 酥山*




邓布利多要去相亲了,怎么办? by 白媚娘




【GGAD】决斗,解说以及高水平 by Lackland




【GGAD】来自圣徒的三封信 by SmokedShark *




[GGAD] Only the winds(一) by 全速奔跑的脑洞


(麻瓜世界au,放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




【GGAD】出其不意 by 酥山




【GGAD】恶龙与龙骑士 by 墨颠儿




【GGAD】龙与珍宝 by 雪明明朗




阿不思·邓布利多和失败的九十九次婚礼 by 凌均 (女装预警)




【GGAD】爱令智昏 by SmokedShark*




[GGAD]七封信 by 七七七夏*




棋局 by Cetus.




【GGAD】空中追逐 #01 by 木石匠


(魁地奇选手AU,放在这儿是因为它看起来像是坑了)




记忆的提取、再现和储存(上) by 塞维利亚城乡结合部*




[GGAD]哈利波特与黑魔法防御术 by 七七七夏




Stir Up the Beast | (GGAD) by LIZZYSUN*




【GGAD】为人师者二三事 by SmokedShark




【GGAD】情人节巧克力制作指南 by 在熊猫家的鱿鱼




【ggad】【现代AU】Lost and found by zyy_小绿




【GGAD】《晨星》 by 客京杏雨




G.G今天抽到邓布利多了吗? by 虎斑猫狸子




纽蒙迦德没有夏天 by 秦山*




[GGAD]哈利波特与占卜课 by 七七七夏




【GGAD】《Prisoner》by 盖勒特制老魔杖 




【GGAD】死于心碎 by 酥山*




[GGAD]归人 by 七七七夏*




【GGAD】累得要命的世纪之战 by 无端法则




【GGAD】Last Will by 无荒




苏门答腊的苏眉与白桃 by Asteef




【归档|GGAD】厄拉托的竖琴(上篇) by 木村三十




【ggad】七宗罪(已完结) by zyy_小绿(含生子)



就是衣服刚洗完的味道,干净温暖的薰衣草,非常好穿的一瓶香水。

【GGAD】中文扫文推荐(实!时!更新!)

茉子儿:

 (感觉好多好文再不记下来就要忘得差不多了)


看文就三个要求:不ooc,不ooc,不ooc




一,晋江


1,《邓布利多与格林德沃通信集》


完美地再现了原著中二人的感情,在年少轻狂之后的,两人都是血迹斑斑。不管是原文还是翻译都美的不像话。整篇通信带着沧桑感。


个人觉得跟young and beautiful(b站id:av7268424,up主:超烦豆先森)的感觉很像。这篇文,只能用两个个字来形容:经典。


(原文的翻译版本很多,个人喜欢jj这个版本的)


那天去翻作者专栏,又!发现了好多好吃的GGAD文:


[翻译]Insidious Intents》 诗意的文字,暗暗在心中希望他们俩能像文中那样发展,尽管有些弱化了彼此的问题,但是依然可以用两个字形容:经典!




2,《哈利波特与七彩光球》by多作者


全员向,强推!超可爱的一篇文,哈利波特里的人物被迫进入一个空间进行(羞耻)游戏,全篇傻笑的我√




3,《HP死亡游戏》by lemon drop


算是上一篇的前篇,被迫进行类似于狼人杀的游戏。


这个梗,百看不厌


说实话这个作者的hp同人都很棒,比如


《来自德姆斯特朗的十三封信》 阿不思在德姆斯特朗上学,和盖勒特成为室友及好友时给阿布福斯写的十三封信。


阅读未来大家在一起读《哈利波特与死亡圣器》,唯一的缺点就是坑了。{茶




4,不得安宁 by ccabxyz


感觉这篇主要是讽刺苏文的,超一针见血!AD死后穿越到了一个“哈利进了斯莱特林成了贵族公子和斯内普谈恋爱前任大魔王与现任大魔王搞上并指责他贪污无恶不作”的世界。


对,都是我AD的锅,科科。


本来第一章死活读不下去可读到后面,在原著小哈等渐渐都穿越过来以后!剧情越来越让人捧腹大笑hhhh最后格林德沃穿来后和邓布利多的互动也很可爱。


这个作者也有很多GGAD的短篇在专栏里:戳我


最近在看她的《(GGAD)我要炸学校》讲的是GG如果去霍格沃茨上学会怎么样(把学校拆了)算半AU吧,前面很精彩,能让人深深的感觉到果然他们彼此吸引是有原因的(毕竟只有天才可以理解天才),后面解决(绝裂)问题有点匆忙,不过还是很棒的√


还有《缄默人》也很棒,写AD养小gg的故事,其实GGAD不浓,但是小gg和纽特一样是小天使啊小天使!不知道为什么感觉他们性格很像,而且都是赫奇帕奇的




5,黑魔王吸血鬼 by水十方


hp和暮光的混合同人,没看过暮光不影响阅读(因为我就是没看过的)


前面两人的性张力非常足!GG穿越到了暮光世界中还创造了圣徒,AD表示不想理他。后面剧情有点忘了。好像有一丝丝小哈单箭头?


这个作者也有很多hp系列的文:专栏地址 


比如:《魔法献祭》性张力太强prprpr


《假如赢的人是他》 如题,囚禁play和双王结局太棒√(大大本来说要有第二部的...嗷嗷嗷文案都放了没写QAQ




6,《颠倒的彼岸》 by姚子


好好看!但是坑好浅嗷嗷嗷!属于一读起来就欲罢不能的类型!


但是坑浅(茶  (这是作者lofter快去催她更新x


讲的是GG来到一个他杀了AD的世界还捡了个孩子,AD也跟着过来了√他们两个太可爱了哈哈哈哈(而且痴汉的GG意外地不ooc?!


这位大大也写了一些hp系列的文..尽管...坑多→ 戳我


有一篇《[伪ADHP]愿望轮回 》挺好看的,ADHP元素有!但个人认为是属于亲情范畴的(茶)主要是GG杀了HP时候的话太苏了!!(德国醋王x




7,《(夜访+hp)重返人间》 by豌豆姬


没看过夜访不影响阅读√


一开始有点惊悚(?),因为....GG只剩一个头。并且是第一人称,可能性格会跳脱了一点(因为有心理吐槽),差不多五章以后开始进入剧情!剧情很饱满而且GG中后期有一章(为爱人复仇)高帅!结尾有点点烂尾..但是中期剧情绝对值得一看








二,随缘


1,二十年间 by凌均


#1926年,邓布利多找到了逃跑的格林德沃,然而,黑巫师失忆了。#


连载中,虽然作者说撒糖不要钱但我是不信的,总觉得格林德沃恢复记忆迟早要掰。


纽特小天使表示不想当电灯泡,嗯。




2,一些小短文(2000字以下)


A:不好了,级长被大魔王抓走了 小萌文+小短文,适合睡前阅读


B:《歧路》 探讨的问题很深刻,更像一篇论文


C:《Dear Readers》 这篇文中的解读很美,有点像一位老人在平静地回忆过去




三,lofter


其实很多刚刚推过的大大都有在lofter上面更,比如水十方柠檬姚子凌均,就不重复推荐了。


就推一些甜甜甜的小轻松或是au文吧√(毕竟我圈的甜文屈指可数


A:《For the Great Chocolate》 可爱的au,阿丽安娜助攻好评√


B:《我们的占卜课教授不可能这么可爱》# 某天,在和自己玩了三十年扑克之后,格林德沃想找个牌搭子了。#→老年组的he


C:《The Phoenix 》 现代电子竞技au,看起来是长篇,目前是轻松向,坑!浅(得要死)!


D:《Triwizard Tournament三强争霸赛》私心放上来了,我看过最好的三强au,然而!作者好像!没影了!




还有一些比如《疯狂两月间》很多人推但我没看;《少女的祈祷》文荒时可看,但个人觉得性格刻画没很好;《昔日星辰》很多人推,正在看;还有《燃情岁月》《时间倒转》《let`s talk》等这些有人在评论推的,等我看完再来repo!


感谢评论中的小天使,推了很多好文,我都一一补充上去了。(鞠躬


欢迎推荐!!!!!!我快饿死了!!!!!!


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