Fic Meme: Existing AUs

[beekeeperofeden]

I want to roll around in AUs but can't figure out where to start, so ask me questions about my existing AUs (or suggest new ones if you want to make my life harder) and I shall try to answer them in the form of prose.

Leave up to five requests. I guarantee at least one (1) commentfic response. (If you post a variant of this to your own journal so I can poke you for fic, I'll guarantee two.)

[Meme is still open]

Fills (organized by AU):

Come Into My Parlor (index):

language immersion camp from hell (warning for corpses and vague horror)
Didn't Dinin end up in the festival of lights because Entreri made a break for it?

When drider!dinin gets lost in the Festival of Lights, how did he find his way home to his crevasse?

Heaven is Overrated (index):

does Artemis have a weapon analogous to the jeweled dagger?
what does Artemis have to say about stealing the spaceship?
 

Comments

When drider!dinin gets lost in the Festival of Lights how did he find his way home to his crevasse?

[beekeeperofeden]

Triel's glare was uncompromising, as if she expected it to work on him after all these years.

"And you have no idea what it was after?"

"None." Jarlaxle had quite a good idea what the drider had been chasing through the streets of Menzoberranzan. The human -- now safely hidden back in Bregan D'aerthe's headquarters -- had nearly collided with him in his rush to get away from the Clawrift. The story had spilled out of him in pieces, in a flood of confused details that Jarlaxle could only have dreamed of a month previous.

Entreri had no idea why a spider -- or a drider -- would start dancing. Jarlaxle did, and it had taken all of his willpower not to explain it just for the expression it would provoke.

"However, my agents did take the initiative to draw it back to the Clawrift." A rampaging drider was likely to be killed, and Jarlaxle would admit enough fondness for the likeness of his old subordinate to wish it survival.

"With no thought of reward, of course?"

"Only the good of the city. But I would like to encourage their future dedication to civic duty."

She snorted, then nodded in acquiescence. Her rolled eyes as he accepted the payment implied she didn't believe his claims of ignorance (and Jarlaxle would have been insulted if she had), but with her house leading the charge to war, she could hardly afford to alienate a useful group of mercenaries.