frith_in_thorns: A sailing boat, mostly sunk (.Failboat)
The masterpost for the Fallen London ‘Verse is here.

Title: A Waking Dream of Water
Characters: Elizabeth
Word count: 700
Content notes: None
Other notes: This is for the "nightmares" square on my hc_bingo card.

Summary: Those who seek the Name lose body, soul and mind. Yet many do…



A Waking Dream of Water )
frith_in_thorns: An open black umbrella with small red hearts falling out of it (.Love)
LJ Masterpost for the Fallen London 'verse (fics by both myself and [livejournal.com profile] sholio)
Masterpost on AO3 (Not yet complete)

Title: Masquing
Characters/Pairing: Neal, Peter, El; Gen-ish
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 650
Warnings: None
Notes: While uploading this series to AO3, I realised that I'd never posted a few of these fics to my journal.
The Feast of the Exceptional Rose falls around Valentine's Day, and is a time for celebration in the Neath.

Summary: Masks are not required for the Feast of the Exceptional Rose, but they are expected.


Masquing )
frith_in_thorns: A sailing boat, mostly sunk (.Failboat)
Masterpost for the Fallen London 'verse (fics by both myself and [livejournal.com profile] sholio)

London is by no means the only thing in the vast cavern of the Neath; there is also the unterzee, or zee for short. On which one zails, to reach the lands beyond — Polythreme, The Iron Republic, North. It can sometimes feel like it's taking forever to cross it. Sometimes one encounters other zailers, or… less pleasant things.

Title: Fair Zailing
Characters/Pairing: Peter, Neal, El; Gen
Rating: PG
Word count: 1800
Warnings: None
Notes: This is basically floof. I know, I'm surprised too. (I will write another one with All The Peril.)

Summary: It's a long voyage across the broad unterzee.

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Fair Zailing )
frith_in_thorns: Hardcover books standing upright (.Books)
Title: The Taste of Lacre
Characters/Pairing: Neal, Peter, El, June; Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1000
Warnings: None
Notes: [livejournal.com profile] sholio wrote a lovely, lovely story set when the Neath-snow (the lacre) was falling. Then I wrote this in response. The lacre is linked to all the pieces of lore I find most fascinating, and which are the most eerily creepy.

Summary: Don't breathe the lacre in for too long.

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The Taste of Lacre )
frith_in_thorns: Hardcover books standing upright (.Books)
This one requires some explanation first.

Fallen London has a serial killer, Jack-of-Smiles. Although actually Jack isn't any one person — someone becomes Jack as a result of picking up an extremely bloodthirsty semi-sentient knife. Then they lose their mind and go on a killing spree, with lethality varying between "throat cut but will recover from being dead very soon" to "sliced up into a lot of little pieces".

…I was rather obviously going to write this fic sooner or later. I am even less good at writing things which aren't angsty hurt/comfort in this 'verse than I normally am.

Title: Jack-of-Smiles
Author: [personal profile] frith_in_thorns
Characters/Pairing: Jack, Peter, Neal, El; Gen
Rating: T
Word count: 2300
Warnings: This is very dark. Graphic violence and character death which is non-permanent
Notes: Claiming for the Serial Killers square on [livejournal.com profile] hc_bingo.
Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] sholio and [livejournal.com profile] helle_d for persuading me to post this!

Summary: The knife is in his hand and it tells him his name. Tells him to let no one get in his way.

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Jack-of-Smiles )
frith_in_thorns: Unfortunately, you'll also all blow up. (Fallen London - mushroom hat)
This is officially a 'verse now. [livejournal.com profile] sholio and I have written over 10k words of this between us so far. It's so much fun.

Title: A Game of Croquet
Characters/Pairing: Neal/The Affectionate Devil, Peter
Rating: PG-13 (There is flirting, but that's all.)
Word count: 1500
Warnings: I don't think so.
Notes: Neal is such a good fit for the "An Intimate of Devils" storyline.

Summary: Croquet is a genteel sport. Conversations, on the other hand, are fair game for cheating.

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There is no sun, of course, but the gas-lamps glow cheerily above the green lawn. )
frith_in_thorns: Unfortunately, you'll also all blow up. (Neal 1)
This is the first of my [community profile] fandom_stocking fics to be posted to my journal. It's also possibly the strangest. [livejournal.com profile] sholio and I had a very long and exclamation-mark filled discussion recently about how the characters from White Collar would get on in Fallen London, which is a web game which is beautiful and dark and hilarious and all kinds of wonderful (The game description is in italics below the header). Then I wrote this for her. More ficlets in this 'verse will almost certainly follow.

Title: A Boat Trip
Characters: Peter, Neal, the Boatman, El
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1550
Warnings: Character death as game mechanic. Entirely non-permanent.
Notes: Hopefully this will make some sort of sense without playing the game! For this segment, what you need to know: You have a Wounds quality. When your Wounds are high enough you die, and are sent to the river where you have to stay until you've reduced your Wounds enough to come back to life again. In Fallen London it is all but impossible to die permanently, and all the inhabitants know it.

Summary: Peter is temporarily dead. Neal thinks he should have some company.

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Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires.
But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.
So welcome. Delicious Friend.


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The boat is slowly passing a dark beach, drifting its way down the silent river. )

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