She saw him again on Saturday. Just a half turn of his face as the hero dangled off a long metal girder high above
Beauty grew up in a box. He divided himself. How could he know who he was, unless he undid the wrapping? / Beauty is a black, gay, magic using (but not abusing) man with a texture fetish and a knack for roses. Beast doesn't quite know what to think (but he kind of likes it). Mom is mom and therefore awesome.
Three points on a triangle each have their own point of view.
Life fanfiction - three points of view. Read it here.
Deborah wore the lines of peace on her heart. Bathsheba gave herself to God's eyes. Esther waited and watched.
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Flying as they was through the Black, Ye Xian had to decide just how she wanted to deal with the crap in her life and there was a rutting lot of crap. While Rhodopis wasn’t much of a fairy godmother, but she was gorram good engineer. Which is to say, Cinderella is a pretty common story, but she’d have been better off selling foot porn what with those tiny feet a' hers.
Includes some language.
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There once were three sisters, who were like the sides of a three sided coin.
It was one of those twist of fate things (and other stuff that they weren't supposed to hear about until they were older, but did anyway) that the three sister-princesses were born on the same day and in the same hour to three different mothers (then they had adventures, but there was also danger, and metaphors like rivers run through sands of time).
Story of three persian princesses on a light adventure of mayhem and history. Read it here.
The king is a king. They say his blood runs hot. The dragon is a dragon. They say his blood runs cold. The land is the land. It is a patient romantic caressed by the sea and sky.
Fandom: Merlin. Read it here.
Long had Henry longed for a friend, someone whose gentle and yet courageous heart, and cultivated and yet capacious mind could approve and amend his own ardent and yet irregular flaws. Here then at his very side stood that potential of friendship, Victor Frankenstein.
Mary Shelley - Frankenstein. A humorous look on Frankenstein and the writing style of the period. Read it here.
Mikha'il has been told to wait by the door until his cup is full. His cup is made of Styrofoam. It is a large, not a small. Umar has not been told to wait. He's waiting anyway. Danya doesn't wait at all. That's why there's sand everywhere. A story in which nothing much happens. Or a lot. Depending.
Character of color, eid_fic, muslim characters. Read it here.
After days of journeying, following hard on some days of sitting, their feet bore a bounty of blisters. Having gathered on the shore, they departed thence by ship into a desert place apart. So too the crowds. So too the fish. The wine came after.
Or a forgotten moment. Jesus goes fishing.
A story of Jesus and the Apostles as they feed the masses bread and fish.
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