peppymint1986 | something with more appeal then favorite tunes

Here we have five of my favorite fanfiction authors in no particular order. Seriously, I wouldn't be able to choose who came first.

Gryphonrhi- Writes in multiple series including crossovers. Most common fandom is highlander.

"Cory?"

"Yeah, Amanda?" he asked tiredly.

"What did the telegram say?"

He chuckled, almost amused. "Arriving Rapid Falls tomorrow afternoon, stop. Don't be there when I get there, stop. Take the lovely lady with you, stop. Matthew."

Icka M. Chif- First stop for all my Magic Kaitou and Detective Conan needs.

”Tell me a lie.” Kid repeated. “An honest one. I’ll start.”

”I love my life.”

The words were said in such a neutral tone that it took Conan a second to realise what the thief had said. He did a double take, but the Kid’s expression was mild, just a polite little smile on his face.

Tell me a lie.

”I never lie to those I care about.” Conan said, keeping his own voice bland. Liar. Liar, liar, pants on fire, his brain chanted at him.

Cindy Combs- Author of an amazing AU series where Blair Sandburg is Macgyver's son.

"Report, soldier!" Kincaid barked.

"All of the fuses were removed from the box and crushed, sir. Haskins went to the supply building to get replacements."

Kincaid crossed his arms while he studied the bruised but still defiant man in front of him. "You continue to disrespect me. But I want to know how you keep getting out." No reaction except a cough came from Sandburg. Kincaid transferred his gaze to his men. "Strip search him."

Vathara- Hands down the best crossover/fushion writer out there. Personally I have no idea why they don't write professionally.

From up ahead, near Hiko's hut, odd echoes of voices. "Oops."

"Oops?" Eerie echo or not, that was definitely Hiko; all arrogant annoyance, touched with a rare hint of true fury. "You couldn't even check that I had a pulse, you baka? What kind of shinigami are you?"

"Um... incoming!"

"Don't think the threat of imminent death gets you out of explaining!"

Merfilly- Author of over 1,000 works, each better than the last.

"How?!" Starscream demanded, though he did not deny the designation.

"I always know when you are plotting, my treacherous second."

He had listened to those spirits who had returned. He had heard Shockwave's voice decrying his fate. He had noted the other warriors, heard and realized those that had died most recently were the ones coming quickest to his temple.

Starscream's voice had never been heard. And yet, there was Scion, Megatron's perfect experiment to gain that crafty method of thinking without the disloyalty. Scion had evolved too close to true, betraying more influence than just that of his Combaticon guards and Megatron's teaching. It had not been hard at all for Megatron to surmise that his difficult second had cheated his fate.