#harmori

[hirearanseian]

Miki had met Mõri Motonari of Greenleaf before. A friend (one of the rare ones) of Hisahide. She knew he had children, some number of boys and a young girl. For the obvious reason of her job as oiran she declined meeting any of them.

His daughter was an absolute treasure.

“Tsubone-sama?” Miki bowed in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you before the ceremony begins.”

// @harmori​​

[jamofsunshine]

Moodboards For Fics I’ll Never Write: Let’s Rebel

Emori and Harper meet in their boxing classes, and found out they had at least one thing in common: their hatred for their government. When their mentor Indra is killed by the police, the final straw is broken. 

It’s time to kick Pike’s fascist ass. 

[jamofsunshine]

Moodboards for fics I’ll never write: Harper and Emori Roadtrip AU

[mobi-on-a-mission]

After shooting Baylis and escaping to the woods, Emori was utterly alone. She travelled through the lands of the Coalition, stealing from anyone and everyone. All of that changed when she met the last sky girl after the Mountain Men wiped out the rest of her people.

Harper had a map to a peaceful village across the sea, and Emori had nothing to lose.

Written for Round 1 of Chopped Madness for @chopped100challenge​ with the theme of angst and the tropes strangers to lovers and road trip.

Rated T, 4639 words, harmori!!! (that’s what I call this ship in my head)

Read it on ao3!

[shidenraikiri]

@harmori​

“...San...ni...ichi! Mo ii kai?” Gin strained her ears, hearing only the breeze with neither a ready or not yet. The Mōri children may have all been younger than her, but she was on their home turf. Finding them in the grounds that surrounded Greenleaf’s castle would take all her and Shinx’s knowhow. Assuming Haru hadn’t cheated by hiding inside again. Moto probably had stopped that, though.

“Okay!” Shinx jumped to attention out of the curled ball of covered ears and eyes. Gin picked a direction at random and set off at a jog. She’d need to keep the pace up to cover the castle grounds.

[clarkgriffon]

the 100 girls // aesthetic • harper & emori •

[hcavensarrow]

    Her father had always made fun of uncle Nari for being a stickler for the rules, she recalled. Hiroko could never be sure how true that was--her father had a way of exaggerating, after all--but in all the stories she’d been told of their childhood together, it was true that most of the trouble they ran into had been mostly her father’s fault, with poor uncle Nari trying to be the voice of reason (and failing). 

    The fact that he was here, outside of the village, certainly contradicted that bit of knowledge though. And--perhaps more importantly--she now had to dread the scolding of a lifetime for breaking the rules herself.

    “What are you doing here?! I thought we were under orders not to leave the village!” | @harmori

[ranseiuniter-archive]

    “Tsubone-chan! Look at you, you look like a real fairy-tale princess!” She’d helped the younger girl do up her hair for the event, but she hadn’t seen her full costume yet, and she had to say - it was downright adorable. “Would you like to dance with me, my lady?” | @harmori