Yuletide Recs, Batch Three
16 recs for The Eagle, Earthsea, Emma., The Expanse, The Faculty, The Fall of the House of Usher, Fallen London, The Green Knight, The Handmaiden, Jane Eyre, King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, and The Matrix
Between Two Rivers, Marcus Flavius Aquila & Esca Mac Cunoval
Two rivers. Two near kisses.
The White Ladies of the Ring, Penthe/Tenar
There was a sorcerer imprisoned in the Labyrinth, and Arha had told Kossil that she would kill him—but she did not want to. Perhaps she needed to ask someone for help...
My Queen Bee, George Knightley/Emma Woodhouse
Emma went on, brightly, “I have spoken with Harriet about it.”
George blinked. He was fast losing his grip on this conversation.
We aren't righteous (or: five times Amos did as Naomi asked, and one time he didn't.), Gen, Amos Burton & Naomi Nagata
For EdosianOrchids901 for Yuletide, who asked for Amos and Naomi and suggested something pre-canon, something about that dynamic where he sees her as an external moral compass, and how their friendship developed. This is mostly pre-canon, overlapping with canon in the last two parts. (Also it's been a while since I've seen this so apologies in advance if I've missed something in research and inadvertently contradicted canon on their immediate pre-canon backstories!)
Pyriscence, Gen, Amos Burton & Praxidike Meng
After the war with the Free Navy, Amos comes to see Prax.
What do you do when you survive a shape-shifting mind-controlling alien as a teen?, Stokely Mitchell/Stan Rosado
Twenty years later, Stokely and Stan arrive back in each other's lives.
the miraculous lustre of her eye, Madeline Usher/Verna
"If she wants Madeline fucking Usher, she's going to have to look me straight in the eyes."
a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Gen, Verna + Arthur Pym
Arthur Pym's first meeting with Verna.
The Margin, Gen, Verna + Arthur Pym
“We have to go back,” Arthur Pym said, teeth rattling in the wind. He clutched the ragged edges of his coat closer. “Ship can’t break through that ice. We’ll founder.”
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The first time Verna and Arthur met, on the Transglobe Expedition.
by such dreaming high, Gen, The Duchess + The Roseate Queen
It is summer, in a fallen city; and someone, somewhere, is doing something unwise...
The Half-Seen Door, Gen, Piranesi | Matthew Rose Sorensen + Sixteen | Sarah Raphael + Gawain
It’s a hard job, coming home.
leverage and its utility, Fujiwara + Original Female Character(s)
The three he smoked in the carriage ride here was nothing but a gamble. A roll of the die, a flip of a coin, a dealing of cards.
Lucky for him, luck is in his favor.
lilacs out of the dead land, Jane Eyre/Edward Rochester
I had, within me, that rich world of imagination that I could always retreat to, and so I transformed myself.
All Earthly Happiness, Jane Eyre/Edward Rochester
Reader, I lied.
Or, rather, I omitted. As the mother of daughters, who had openly declared their intentions of reading my autobiography, I was hesitant to paint a full picture of the course of my first engagement to my dear Edward. Although in many ways it did progress much as I described, discretion prevented absolute disclosure
When It's Worth It, Gen, Arthur + The Mage
The chilly air tasted of dust and lightning strikes and the faint iron tang of blood, and there were still all too many questions lingering unanswered.
dissolved girl, Neo/Trinity
What if Trinity came back wrong? A post-Matrix Resurrections fic about what happens if the body was rebuilt again, and again, and again, and in the remaking, became something new.
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Find a mask and wear it well; who you are they'll never tell. || Hogwarts AU, 1987
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"Look. One month into sixth year, and Frogface is already making a noise."
"Maybe we should break his guitar again."
Mike pretended not to hear the sneering voices from the chairs across from him, and continued to strum the tune of Big Love by Fleetwood Mac.
Most of the Slytherin's didn't seem to mind him playing muggle songs, but as a precaution, he'd often cast a silencing spell over his usual chair by the window. Not today, though. Today, Troy, James and the other bullies had decided it was their problem.
"Can't you at least play something of ours, Frogface? No one wants to hear that muggle crap."
Mike ignored them, and purposefully began to strum even harder.
Troy got up and stepped closer to him, clearly riled.
"Are you deaf, Wheeler?"
Mike scowled, but still didn't look up. "Eat shit, Troy."
Troy snarled, but turned away; James and the others followed him, muttering amongst themselves. Mike knew he'd probably pay for that later.
If he'd made a statement like that in his first or second year, he'd likely have gotten a black eye - either by spell or fist - but they were in sixth year now, and Troy's bullying had slowly lost its lustre over the years. Mike and the rest of the Party had started to stand up to him and his cronies, helped especially by Max threatening to use her Beater's bat on him after Quidditch practice.
Mike glanced up and scanned the sprawling dungeon, idly wondering if she was back from the pitch yet. He and Max had initially been jointly horrified to find themselves placed into the same house, but now their friendship was one he cherished almost as much as he did El's, who was safe and warm atop Gryffindor Tower, and Will's, who was either in his own common room, or out on the practice pitch with Max.
Maybe I should have gone to watch them play, he thought gloomily, feeling a little guilty. He didn't like Quidditch much, but it was at least somewhat bearable when his friends were playing. He missed hanging out with them all as a group. It was already the first of October, and they'd only managed to fit in one DnD game between their NEWT studies so far.
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