I don’t know if you’d count this as a fanfic, and it’s technically not even written yet, but there’s a scene I particularly enjoy in the outline for a comic I’m working on based off of my D&D campaign.
My character isn’t exactly one who likes to work with other people, but his quest for a magical artifact that can revive the dead brings him into an alliance with four other people. After crashing their carriage, getting lost in the forest, and narrowly avoiding execution at the hands of a village of halflings, my character has had enough and decides to sneak away in the night.
As he’s leaving, he runs into one of the members of his group, a female elf. In this world, elves don’t need sleep, so my character gets caught by her as she is also wandering about in the woods. She heads out and lies down on the road outside the tree line and my character follows.
This leads to a rather heartfelt conversation about why the elf joined the party in the first place, leaving her comfortable job as a tinkerer and shop owner for a dangerous adventure. She tells my character about how she was always told by her mother that everyone has a fire inside them that drives them, but that hers was different from the rest of her clan. She thought she had found it when she moved into the city to start her shop, but she grew tired of it. When my character asks if she’s found her fire now, she replies that she isn’t yet sure, that only time will tell.
She then asks my character what his fire is, catching him off guard. Before he can answer, he hears a noise coming from the campsite…