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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Welcome!

Thank you for visiting my pile of drabbles, questionable fanarts and weird headcanons. For your convenience and my absolute inconvenience, I prepared a list of links for what you can find here that I will attempt to keep updated. Let’s see how that goes...

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Stranger Things

General fanfiction: Love Is / Unlikely But Welcome (with Steddie at the end) / Alone on Christmas / The Least We Could Do Headcanons: Dustin and Steve Summer 1985 / Murray on Steve / Eleven and One / Eleven and Henry / Dustin’s rebellion / Bob and Eddie / Eddie’s self-sabotage / Eddie’s dealing / Vecna’s victims Steddie drabbles and fanfiction: The Freak With the Plan / Sticky notes / Safe and Sound / Take It Back / On compliments / Not a liar / On expectations / Like You Like Me (Steddie Halloween) / Sing for me Baby / Give and Take / Guilty Pleasure / Doesn't It Make You Mad? / Music To My Ears / Steve's road to bisexuality / Only Ours / Home Sweet Home / On Hair / Heaven Can Wait / Banished (1) (2) (3) / Lonely Times / Everything Has Its Price / Two For One / Second Time’s The Charm / Everyone’s A Critic / Talk Dirty To Me / No / My Kind of Perfect / Steve as CC mascot / Steddie vacation / Play It Out (1) / Not a Single Thing / Rips in Eddie’s jeans / No Such Thing As Stupid Question / Not Getting Married / Corroded Coffin costumes / The interview / Steddie series Piece by Piece: Halfway Happy / Healing Touch (M) Steddie headcanons: 1st wedding song / On outward personalities (with @thefreakandthehair) / On garden gnomes (with @corrodedcoughin) / On Steve and Eddie's lawn (with @corrodedcoughin) / Steve painting Eddie's nails / Love Languages / Vouchers / Wrong item / Flour fights / Kiss in rain / Trauma drabbles and fanfics: On Grief / Of Ghosts and the Living / A Deal With God / When Steve dies (with @stevesbipanic) / Unforgiven / Tapes (addition to @stevesbipanic) / With The Last Rays of Setting Sun (addition to @strawberryspence) / Murderer (with @stevesbipanic) / No body / Reputation / The only choice / Suffer in silence / The last time loop / If you die, I die / Nancy’s time loop Alternate Universe (AU): Corpse Groom / Superhero (1) / Seasons / College newspaper / Fake demon summoning / Stranger Brigade / Haunted / What We Do In The Shadows / Batman Steve / Into The Woods (1) / Batman and Catman (with @stevesbipanic) / Scoops Eddie / Made In Your Image (mythology AU, 1) / YouTuber AU / Pirates of the Caribbean AU / Nightmare Before Christmas AU (1) / X-Files / Glasses model Steve / Actor AU Crack: Wine and Dine / How to draw away demobats / Why Eddie wasn't in season 1 / Flesh Wound and Not Ideal / Fruity Four on phone / Steddie never fight / When Eddie shuts up / Guess what / Interested in me? / Cleaning / Sugar / The Adventures of Kas/Eddie and Vecna / Fuck / He’s dead / Cleaning 2 / Proposal / Counting sheep Spooky Steddie Writober: Bewitching Garden / Cursed Carnival Fanart: Not Ideal / Seasons AU / Steddie Halloween / Mythology AU / Cursed Spicy Six baubles / Nightmare Before Christmas AU / Eddie as a witch / Steve watercolor markers attempt Strangetember (my pre-Inktober) Stranger Things inspired makeup: Upside-Down Eddie / Steve Harrington Writing prompts: The dumbest thing / Teach me? / Could they have loved me Steddie/ST song recs: Hell On Earth / Hallowed Be Thy Name / All of Me Fruity Four Advent Calendar

Steddie 2023 playlist challenge here!

Cats the Musical

Original characters: Sofia (Smudge) Tuggoffelees fanfiction: Never Enough / On Hair and Uneven Distribution of Work A Night to Remember (circus AU): Prologue / The Gifts / The Magician and the Dancer / One of Us / A Late Visit / Persuasion / The Company Fanart: Jemima / Mistoffelees tarot card / Misto ink Cats-inspired makeup: Misto / Misto 2 / Bombalurina / Demeter

Good Omens

Ineffable husbands fanfiction: On Ducks and Things That Shouldn't Be

#masterlist #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie drabble #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #cats the musical #good omens #ineffable husbands #tuggoffelees

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annabeth707 · 3 years ago

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@girl-ghostly I couldn't find a only Harry Potter fanfic so instead I'm posting this Percy Jackson-Harry Potter crossover. If I find and post anymore Harry Potter fanfics I'll make sure to tag you in them.

In this fanfic the seven plus Lou Ellen are sent by a prophecy to Hogwarts. Also in this universe pretty much all of the Harry Potter characters that died are alive and Harry, Ron, and Hermione have returned for their 7th year.

Chapter One

Annabeth's POV

Percy and I were playing 2 v 2 volleyball against Rachel and Lou Ellen, when suddenly Rachel fell into her all too familiar trance.

"Lou," Percy said. "Go get Chiron."

She nodded and ran off. Lou got back with Chiron, just as Rachel began to speak.

"The seven half-bloods will once again unite, this time one more shall join their rank.

A world of magic they will explore, making friends or enemies will be frank.

An enemy risen from the grave, seeks to destory.

Teaming up is the only hope or else there will be no joy."

The green mist around Rachel disappeared and she started to fall, but Percy and I caught her.

"This calls for a meeting," Chiron says.

"Percy and I will go grab the other councilors and meet you in the rec room," I say.

"Very well," Chiron replies. And after making sure Rachel is okay, Percy and I start the rounds.

About 20 minutes later, Percy and I enter the rec room. We take seats next to each other around the ping pong table. And as for it seems the first time the table isn't pure chaos, the only is the Stolls seeing how much Cheez Whiz they could put in Clovis' mouth before he wakes up.

"So, what's the prophecy this time?" Clarisse asks.

"Annabeth will you please recite it?" Chiron asks me.

"Sure," I say standing up. "The seven half-bloods will once again unite, this time one more will join their rank. A world of magic they will explore, making friends or enemies will be rank. An enemy risen from the grave, seeks to destory. Teaming up is the only hope, or else there will be no joy." I recite then I sit back down.

"Well, obviously the 7 are Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Piper, and Jason." Miranda says.

"Then who is the other going to be?" Piper and Jason ask at the same time.

"I'll go," Lou Ellen says. Everyone turns to look at her. "What she asks? It mentions magic, and that's right up my alley."

"Well," Chiron says. "I'll go make a few Iris Messages and those involved meet back here tomorrow morning." We nod.

That night the nightmares came tonight's were some of the worst, because they included Percy dying. I awoke from the nightmares to Percy in my cabin, with his arms wrapped around me and comforting me with his words. We stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the night. The next morning, I awoke to find Percy already awake and holding a scroll of paper.

"What is that?" I ask him. He looks over at me.

"No idea it was here when I woke up." I grab it from him and I open it to find it's written in ancient greek.

"It's from Hecate," I say.

"We better go meet up with the others, we can read it on the way." Percy says. I nod. Percy heads back to his cabin to change as, I change myself. I grab my bag which I had packed the night before, and I meet up with Percy as we make our way to the Big House.

"Annabeth," Chiron says to me.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"Hecate said she sent a letter to you, will you read it aloud to us?" He asks.

"Sure," I reply as I pull it out and I start to read.

Chapter 2

Percy's POV

"Dear demigods, I've been informed that you are going on a quest that involves witches and wizards. You see long ago I gave magic to a few mortals, those were the first wizards and witches, since then their population has grown immensely, and they have wizarding schools all over the globe, for this specific quest you are heading to Hogwarts in Scotland. These witches and wizards have recently ended a war of their own. It was against an evil wizard who was known as Lord

Voldemort and his followers which were known as Deatheaters. At Hogwarts, the students are split into houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, the students are sorted into each house by their personality. Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are smart, Slytherins are ambitious, and Hufflepuffs are basically everyone who don't fit into the other categories. At the school only the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, has been informed of your parentage. A muggle is a person without magic. There are also 3 types of wizards, pure bloods, half bloods, and muggle borns, if you are asked reply with half blood. Your cover story is that you are transfer students from America that are spending their final year at Hogwarts. I have granted each of you with magic that can be used through a wand. Once you get to England go to the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road in London. Once, inside ask the bar tender for help to get into Diagon Alley, and he will help you. Once, you will need to go to Gringotts Bank which is run by goblins show attached note and they will take you to your vaults which have been supplied with wizarding money once that you all will need the supplies listed at the bottom of the paper. Good luck, Hecate."

"Wow," I say.

"How are we getting there, and what about Hazel and Frank?" Piper asks.

"We have arranged magic transporting to Charing Cross and the others will meet you there." Chiron replies. "Now if you will all stand here." Chiron says motion to right in front of him. Leo kisses Calypso good bye as he moves to in front of Chiron and the rest of us join him. "Ready." Chiron says. And Lou Ellen, Leo, Piper, Jason, Annabeth, and I vanish.

Chapter 3

Leo's POV

We appeared on a cement side walk outside of an old bookshop. I looked to my left to see that like Chiron has said Hazel and Frank were now with us.

"Hey, Frank. Hi, Hazel." I say.

"Good to see all of you again," Hazel says to the group.

"We can talk later," Annabeth says. "Can we just focus on finding the Leaky Cauldron?"

"It's over there," Percy says pointing a few shops down. We make our way there and we make our way in. The pub is dimly lit and full of people in robes and hats. We walk up to the bartender.

"Can you help us get into Diagon Alley?" Piper asks him.

"You must be the transfers from America, I was told about, follow me." He replies. He leads us out into a small courtyard and taps a brick with his wand, the bricks move around to reveal a door way.

"There you go," He says.

" Thanks," Jason says.

" By the way my name is Tom," the bartender says.

"Thanks, Tom," Annabeth says and we walk through the archway into Diagon Alley.

Chapter 4

Annabeth's POV

We walked down through Diagon Alley to a large white building at the end. As we entered Gringotts I couldn't help but notice all the vaulted ceilings, and doorways it was really cool and it made me really want to start sketching. We walked up to a goblin at the end of the hallway.

"Indenfication?" He asks. And I hand him the note Hecate gave me.

"Very well, follow me," the goblin says. He holds the note out to me and I take it back then he leads us down a hallway to a railway. He calls another cart and we climb into them. Piper, Jason, Hazel, and Frank in the one in the front and Percy, Leo, Lou Ellen, and I in the cart in the back. We arrive at vault number 213. We climb out of the carts. The door of the vault has 8 locks on it.

"According to the note each lock will open when we say something we have given up for someone we love.

"I'll go first," Percy says. "I gave up becoming a god for Annabeth."

"I gave up learning magic from CC for Percy." I say.

"I gave up being praetor, so that we could close the doors," Jason says looking around at all of us.

"I gave up my safety to save my dad," Piper replies.

"My life to stop her from awakening back in 1942," Hazel says.

"Being a good daughter, I gave it up so, I could train and so I could protect camp," Lou Ellen says. The locks on the door had clicked open as each person said their thing. The vault door opened to reveal gold, silver, and bronze coins.

"Protection, I gave it up to give protection to others," Frank says.

"The Argo 2," Leo says.

"The gold ones are galleons, the silver sickles and the bronze knuts, and remember there are 29 knuts in a sickle and 27 sickles in a galleon," the goblin told us. After, we each collected a reasonable amount of money we, climbed back in the carts and we left the bank.

Chapter 5

Percy's POV

We got out of the bank and we got our supplies. After, collecting the main things we head to Ollivanders for wands. "Hello," an old man says as we enter.

"You must be Ollivander," Lou Ellen says.

"That's me," He replies. "Getting new wands?" He asks us.

"Yep," Annabeth says quickly.

"Many others have too," he said. "Now who's first?"

"I guess I'll go," Hazel replies stepping forward.

"Let's see, try this one, hazel wood, 10 1/2 inches, unicorn tail, slightly flexible," he says handing it to her she waves it around and sparks come out of the tip. "It's a match," Ollivander replies.

Next is Annabeth whose wand is elm wood with a unicorn hair, 13 3/4 inches and unyielding flexibility. Then it's Jason, whose wand turns out to be vine with dragon heartstring, 12 inches and slightly springy. Lou Ellen's is blackthorn with a unicorn hair core, 11 1/2 inches and reasonably springy. Piper's wand is apple wood, with a phoenix feather core, 9 1/2 inches and inflexible. Frank's is larch wood with unicorn hair 14 inches, and slightly bendy. And Leo's is pine wood with phoenix feather core, and is springy. Finally, it was my turn. Ollivander gave me a few wands but after a while, one finally chose me. It's red oak with a phoenix feather, 12 1/4 inches and is slightly bendy.

After, getting our wands we head back to the Leaky Cauldron to book rooms for the night, before we leave for the train in the morning. We book 4 rooms, Jason and I in one, Piper and Annabeth in another, than Frank and Leo sharing one, and Hazel and Lou Ellen sharing the fourth. After, booking rooms it's only around 5.

"How about we explore a bit more," Piper suggests.

"Okay," Annabeth says. "But stay with a buddy, and we'll meet back here in an hour for dinner." And everyone agrees. Annabeth then grabs my hand and we back to the courtyard. I pull out my wand and I tap the same brick that the bartender had and the doorway to Diagon Alley opens. As, our group walks down the alley the group gets smaller first Leo, Piper, and Jason, head off to an ice cream parlor, and Frank, Hazel, and Lou leave to look at a second hand store. So, then it's just me and Annabeth.

"Okay, Wise Girl, how about that really bright, eye catching one over there," I say pointing.

"So, what shop should we go to first?" I ask her.

"I don't know, you chose," Annabeth replies.

"Okay," she says. We walk over to it. "Weasely Wizard Wheezes, Joke Shop," Annabeth reads aloud. "Really, a joke shop?"

"How about we just go check it out," I respond.

"Whatever you want, Seaweed Brain," she replies leaning over and pecking my lips. Then together we walk into the store.

Chapter 6

Annabeth's POV

Weasley Wizard Wheezes is a store the Stolls would be proud of. The inside was crowded and very brightly colored.

So apparently I never even finished chapter six and I think it was because of my ADHD and that by the time I was writing chapter 6 my hyperfixation was gone.

#annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #pjo #percy jackson #harry potter #hogwarts

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raeofalbion · 5 years ago

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Rules: List 5 quotes from various fics you love and link to the fics! Quotes can be short or long. Tag as many people as you want! (tagged by @leafenclaw - thanks so much! :D)

tagging: Idk who I follow and who follows me who hasn’t done this yet, so, if you want to do it, go for it and please tag me so I can see!

Okay, so I’ve decided to twist the rules a little and use this as a rec list for my current top five Sherlock fics and my top three Fable fics, in no particular order, so people who follow me for either fandom have something to go through. Under the cut because...long.

BBC Sherlock

Inevitable Destruction by @jimswestwood (formerly Dionysisch)

(Ao3; Sheriarty) Bored, Jim invites Sherlock into his home, Sherlock decides to stay. — It’s a beautiful 4 part oneshot series that deals heavily with existentialism and wanting, framed in an almost elegant, bordering on philosophical light. Oh and it makes me cry. It makes me cry a lot.

Sometimes it would hit him so hard it became painful even to breathe. The meaninglessness of it all. It all dissolved into the same ephemeral prettiness of clouds, of smoke, of things that could fascinate but hold no substance at all, vanish at the touch. The air in his lungs, the wall he kept staring at. Himself. The words flowing through his brain. Nothing. Just a casual connection, weak strings giving intolerable heaviness to sounds and letters. In the end, the more he repeated something, the more he realized emptiness. Sounds rolling in his mouth numbing his palate, as he took another mask, another voice, another self - an evocation of something he forgot along the way, and in which he forgot part of himself.

Bored, bored, bored. Bored.

His thin lips part slightly, tongue darting gently over scabs of a tormented nature, sign of a certain carelessness betraying a polished image in all its destructiveness. “Bored,” Jim repeats, again. Just a murmur. Gentle, quiet, making sure not to disturb the non-existent life in a bubble of static silence. It makes him think of grey, grey dullness, something like quicksand but gripping at his brain and his heart and paralyzing him until he cannot breathe and exploding into a million pieces sounds like the most tolerable image. Scattering himself like cosmic dust. He wonders if, in that case, he would give life to other stars or just decay. Once more.

Not Until Then by @jamlocked

(Ao3; Sheriarty, Sherlock/James Moriarty) After Sherrinford, Sherlock goes to see Jim’s brother. What follows is in no way straightforward. — There was a three-way tie for me between this fic, Daemon, and Between Shadows and Sunlight, but this fic. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it and I still can’t say for certain what I think is really happening. It’s gorgeous, elusive, and I love how much it makes me think. Jam’s a master at well-crafted, incredibly twisty plots and I’m just...endlessly fascinated by this one.

Sherlock watches his chest stop moving. David’s head tilts a fraction, like he’s listening to a far-off sound. And then…

…and then, his left hand moves to his left knee. It’s an instantly familiar gesture, one burned into Sherlock’s hard drive. Every other thought falls away. Sherlock feels his eyes widen and his mouth drop open, a gasp stuck behind his teeth. The cold, the silence of the country, the light of the windows, all melt to nothing as he watches David ripple his fingers (beats like digits) over his bent leg, pushing a slight emphasis on the roll of his thumb.

For a few seconds, he can’t breathe. His eyes snap up to David’s face - and it is David’s face, it is, but all he can see is Jim. Jim sitting there with his eyes closed and his hair a mess, slumped in exhaustion but still, always, drumming his own beat. Except that wasn't his beat, that was theirs. He knows of no one else who ever saw Jim make that move, and there’s no reason anyone ever should. That was part of their game.

He whirls to the side, back into darkness. His shoe makes a noise as it shifts on the gravel, but it barely registers. He blinks rapidly, playing the movement back, checking he saw what he thought he saw, not just what he wanted. Why would he want that? (Except wasn’t that his secret hope, wasn’t he sad when he realised he was wrong?) He doesn’t want that. It was just…

Logic. Logic. They’re brothers. He doesn’t know what characteristics they shared, and he doesn’t know when they last talked. There are any number of explanations; indeed, they’re lining up in his brain, each one ready to squash down the live-wire burst of shock. Coincidence (rarely so lazy), or wishful thinking, or his brain overlaying a strong moment from his past onto something innocuous.

Sherlock breathes out, and looks back through the window. David is rinsing the plates at the sink, ready for the dishwasher. Just a too-thin, tired man. Sherlock calms himself, and walks back around the house to let himself back in. He has to see this through. He has to know what he’s doing here, and then there’ll be no need to come back.

To What End? by collaborativesheriartyparty

(Ao3; Sheriarty) Texting, drinks, and...something more. Unique. Possibly dangerous. Definitely addicting. — I don’t know what to say about this series that someone else hasn’t already said but gods, they (the writers) are so good. There’s a depth and a complexity and a lovely, wonderful vulnerability to how both of them write their respective characters and watching Jim and Sherlock’s relationship unfold feels incredibly intimate and, at times, like I should have given them a bit of time alone. It’s fantastic. <3

Sherlock had a funny way of getting revenge, of paralyzing his enemy. Jim appreciated it. Why do with effort what could be done with a whisper? The nights he’d dreamt of the detective had transformed his mornings, either giving him a renewed sense of patience or a real urge to get creative in his ventures. Jim had wanted to give Sherlock every chance to notice him, and chase him down. If Sherlock slipped cuffs on his wrists right now with a ‘gotcha’, would it be worth it? Yes. “I think…” Jim murmured, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips and, oops, brushing Sherlock’s lobe in the process, “that you should be texting John.” How he managed sing-song just now was a bloody feckin’ wonder. Maybe because he only took John so seriously. “Telling him you’ll be home…soon,” Jim continued, tone back to a distracted drawl, and took another deep inhale of Sherlock, his leg almost brushing the other’s now. To Jim, they were the only people in the bar right now, in the world. His eyes had closed, and it took every effort to keep his hands off Sherlock. “Instead of starting something you don’t want to finish.” He’d intended warning, but somehow it had turned out sounding like a challenge.

Circadian Disruption by @like-the-direction

(Ao3; Sheriarty) They are many things--brilliant, determined, enemies, lovers, human only in looks--and, if Molly has any say in it, soon they’ll also be free. — It was a tie for me between this series and Corpus Callosum--both invoke similar levels of internal joyful screaming, but I seem to recall CC being recced recently, so I thought it might be a good idea to rec this one. And oh, gods, what to say about these fics. They’re so incredibly well written--the prose is beautiful and feels impeccably well-thought out. There’s so many layers to everything that it’s impossible for me to read without finding myself just sitting there, wondering. And crying. This one makes me cry, too.

“Do you dream of waterfalls?”

Sherlock pauses mid-step.

“Waterfalls,” Moriarty says, hushed, “and a precipice. You, and me.” There is something in his voice, a quiet heartbreak, and it cracks ever so slightly when he asks, “Do you dream of falling?”

Slowly, Sherlock turns. Moriarty is deadly serious when he meets his eyes.

“Victorian clothing,” he goes on, while the image - the recurring dream Sherlock has had since the day he met James Moriarty face to face - begins to form in his mind’s eye. “Me, all in black. You, wearing that fucking--”

“Deerstalker,” Sherlock says in unison with him, unsure what is happening, but feeling in his bones that it is significant, important somehow. Moriarty nods a bit, and Sherlock slowly continues, “I...refer to you as--”

“‘Professor,’” Moriarty finishes with him, and Sherlock is dimly aware of his pulse rising as he makes his way back toward Moriarty at the ledge. His adversary’s eyes briefly appear wet, but it’s difficult to tell in the light. Moriarty says, “We stand at the cliff’s edge, and I ask you something. I ask, ‘Shall we--’”

“‘Shall we go over together?’” Sherlock whispers with him. They are standing so close. Sherlock can see his reflection in Moriarty’s eyes. “Why do you know that?” he asks faintly, looking between his twin reflections. “How could you know that?”

“You tell me, Detective.”

It’s a test - Moriarty knows, certainly he knows - but Sherlock thinks he may, as well. “It...wasn’t a dream.”

dinner by @very-trivial

(Ao3; Jimcroft) Mycroft Holmes is a dangerous man--mysterious, isolated. Sherlock and Jim are convinced he’s secretly a top government official, but they can’t begin to comprehend the scale of his power. To clarify: Mycroft Holmes is a food critic. — This fic never fails to cheer me up. It’s lovely and the descriptions of food, as well as the character interactions, are so amazingly spot-on. Jim and Sherlock’s insistence that Mycroft is a scary government-man is surprisingly funny, particularly alongside Mycroft’s worry that they’ll figure out what his job really is. Also, the end is oddly heartwarming? The whole thing is just really good.

“You’re a crit-”

A hand slapped over Jim’s mouth.

Despite everything Jim now knew about Mycroft Holmes, in this very moment, he looked scarier than ever.

“I’ll tell you everything, but not a single word passes through your mouth - not now, not ever,” the man hisses, sotto voce. The silencing hand did not relent one millimeter as he pressed on. Jim was starting to regret seating them in a corner booth away from prying eyes.

“If my identity so much as appears as a rumor on the D-list food vlogs , I will make sure you never eat in this town again. You’ll never be able to order curry without wondering if the dish has been tampered with. Maybe poison, maybe they just spit in it. I have clout in this world, Jim Moriarty, and you don’t. You put my name out there and I will use it . I have friends in high places, sir , and they owe me favors. I’ve made careers, I’ve launched veritable nobodies into international stardom. Don’t think for one moment you’ll ever be able to set foot into any decent restaurant again if you cross me. You'll live off cheap instant noodles for the rest of your life. Not even the good Korean kind.”

Fable

The Sergeant by deadpan riot

(FFN; m!Sparrow & Reaver) Reaver returns home from Samarkand to find Sparrow has usurped his home. Oh, and Sparrow has a new pet. — First things first: I adore deadpan riot’s Sparrow; our Sparrows are somewhat similar, so it makes this fic (well, actually series but the series isn’t up in full) a really easy read for me. This fic balances out the ridiculousness and hilarity of poorly-paired roommates (with a pet balverine) and the solemnity and almost depression that comes from everything that happens in Fable II and all the choices one makes but still manages to keep the story lighthearted and well-paced.

"Did you know, my dear boy, that that beast of yours has, in fact, retained a marginally functional knowledge of the human language? Illiteracy aside, of course…" Reaver toyed with one of the bottles nearest him, watching the hero through his bangs. Smiles had again gone to try his luck at bottle roulette.

"Well, yea, I guessed as much since he does tend to listen to me…But what the hell are you two doing?" Sparrow was now coming down the stairs, prompting Reaver to stretch languidly across them.

"Whiling away my time banished to the foyer, what else?"

Sparrow stopped on the step above Reaver, eyeing the pirate, the bottles, and the general disarray of the room at large. "So 'whiling away the time' includes turning all the pictures upside down as well?"

Reaver cast a glance at the reversed paintings. "As a matter of fact it does, oddly enough."

Snow and Stones by Lilith Encodead

(FFN; f!Sparrow/Reaver) Reaver hears rumours that someone new has taken control of Bloodstone only to find Sparrow and a cursed snowglobe waiting for him. — Considering I prefer platonic Sparrow and Reaver fics, you might be surprised to learn this is my favourite Fable fic of all time. And it kills me that it’s not complete. Lilith creates such an amazing atmosphere in here and there’s such a gravity to the fic that everything, even the lighter moments, just seem to carry a lovely weight to them. The way she writes Sparrow and Reaver is gorgeous too, and I just...Lilith, wherever you are, please??? finish??? fic??? D: Please???

"I'm not going to play your stupid little game." she sneered slowly. "If you want answers - look around."

Reaver did not move. He did not speak. Then, ungraciously he eased his grip, before giving his pistol one last shove into her head. Her fontanelle was knocked back into the stone Cullis Gate, as the force reverberated through her skull. With an aching head and blurred vision, Sparrow watched him rise up and survey his surroundings.

Reaver examined the hauntingly empty area briefly, before looking straight back at Sparrow, as if averting his eyes from something disgustingly gory. Around the two of them were the smashed remains of once mighty stone ruins covered in ivy and surrounded by dandelion weeds. Jagged lumps of stone nested the Cullis Gate, depicting faded carvings of the Old Religion bleached by sun and faded with time. A standalone rock archway stood crumbling in front of them; beyond which was a chalky white path leading down to the town.

Every water, every cell, of Reaver's body could sense a foreboding danger through the archway, down the dusty path, and back to his past.

"This is a trick." he insisted. "An elaborate deception fabricated by a vindictive Will-user."

Sparrow remained sat on the Cullis Gate, knowing that Reaver would knock her down again if she gave another dissatisfactory answer.

"Its not." she said simply, as if talking to a child that should know better. "You know it's not."

That Which Moves the Stars by ingresviolin

(Ao3; f!HoBW/Reaver, f!HoBW/Ben Finn) Beatrice, empath and princess, embarks on a quest to find her missing father shortly after her mother’s death. — It’s still in early days, but there’s something very charming and curious about this fic. I love that the quest is mainly research-based so far and that all the characters have a wonderfully defined depth and clarity. I’m so curious and excited to see how it all comes together in the end.

"You look very young for being very old," Beatrice whispered at a nearly inaudible level. Her mother and Logan did not catch the comment, but both men at the table did. Reaver glared at her with the same menacing expression as earlier that day, but his eyes were darker than before. Beatrice felt an internal prickle of excitement: her favorite feeling.

She didn't need to touch Reaver to know he was upset, but as his glare darkened her excitement turned to fear. She could see her own image in the darkness of his pupils, as well as the glowing flames of the fireplace behind her. And she could have sworn to Avo that the two were not separate, but that the Beatrice-shaped homunculus at the center of the tiny conflagration in his eyes was being burned alive.

#thanks for the tag!#memes #fic rec I guess #very long post #sorry this took so long I wanted to reread my favs to make sure I was getting my actual fav fics/lines #there are so many fics I wanted to put in here but couldn't because of space #I'm sure some people will be surprised by my Fable fic choices buuuut...yeah #the Fable ones were hard though; I have too much history with some of these writers #maybe one day I'll do a proper rec list #leafenclaw

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