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Bane/ Original Female Character. Little bit of a slow start, but bear with it.
Lizbeth Tsoukalos has drooled over Bane for years, but since his disappearance after the end of The Occupation, he has been in hiding. She thought she would never see him on her tv screen again.
Until he has her kidnapped.
More inside.
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16 Jul 2016
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Bane/OC. Surprisingly well-written and without the usual Mary-sue type bullshit...with a delightful bit of kink. 5 stars!
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Takes place between the end of the Crooked Man's trial and the epilogue.
Bigby's been through hell and back over the last few days, and with the Crooked Man finally being marched off to face justice, he can't stop it all from catching up to him. Most of the rest of Fabletown is wrapped up in trying to get back on track, maybe even get on to a better track. But as he stumbles on the long walk back to his apartment just after the trial, Bigby finds that there's still someone there to pick him up and drag him the rest of the way.
Snow stops by later. She and Colin have a conversation, one that leaves Snow with even more to think about. But one thing's for certain - she's not about to let Crane's dire predictions come true. She's not going to give up the important things in her life without a fight.
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16 Dec 2014
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This is perfect. Like seriously, Colin is the best.
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Bigby reveals himself to be the puppy he is and Snow takes full advantage of that fact.
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Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.
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“Did you just—?” she began.
“Yes.”
Hawke shook her head. “Was he just about to—?”
Varric bit back a smug grin. “I’m afraid so.”
Hawke stared at him for a long minute. Norah had moved to crouch by the man, wiping at his face with a filthy rag and complaining about dwarves and Champions and the constant circus that seemed to follow them about wherever they went. “Right,” Hawke said, slapping her palms onto the table and leaning forward. Her warm brown eyes were alight with amusement and disbelief and—well hello there—growing heat. “I’m afraid there’s no helping it—I’m going to have to ravish you right now.”
“Oi!” Norah snapped, head jerking up. “Not on the tables, you two! This ain’t the bloody Rose, you know.”