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Landing Page (in Progress): Faerie Apocalypse

The gods left this world thousands of years ago, but they left many of their descendants here on Earth.

Those children mated with humanity and with each other, hid in plain sight, and learned to use their magic without being found out,

In 2011, many of their children come crashing through the gates onto Earth and all of the rules changed again.

This setting is urban fantasy, apocalypse, post-apocalypse, and then rebuilding, depending on the era of the story.

Work in progress: This is my biggest setting, hands-down, and I expect the landing page to take quite a while to work out.

Content Warning: While not all stories in this setting involve any of these, it is important to know that the magical/metaphysical Law of this setting includes:

  • The Law of Belonging (Keeping) – includes magical emotional control and forced obedience. 
  • The Laws of Sanctity  Including sanctity of one’s word; I.e., when a fae makes a promise, they are bound to it unless released.

In addition, the magic of this setting involves mind and emotional control. 

The Stories

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Purchase Negotiation 46: Normality

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“Finally getting the hang of it, you think?”

Sylviane and Leander headed out of the fifth of the five classes she was – they were – taking this semester. 

Leander pinched the top of his nose.  “I’m getting there,” he admitted.  “Uh.  Office hours.  Is that really a thing people do?  I mean, like, do you-“

Dead gods help him.  He was starting to sound like Inka.

“I do.  Not every one, but generally at least one a week.  We can do more if you think you need it.” Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 45: First Class

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“Really kidnapped?”  Inka had said that, asked it, at least four times already, and they weren’t even to class yet. 

Leander was beginning to think the big problem wasn’t going to be surviving classes, it was going to be surviving Inka

“Well, I mean, obviously not actually kidnapped, because Leander stopped them.”  Sylviane patted Leander on the arm with obvious affection and something like gratitude, which made sense, when he was pretending to be her boyfriend. 

Just doing my job

He couldn’t say that to Inka, who was looking at him with wide eyes. Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 44: See

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“I want to see you,” she murmured in his ear.  

Leander blinked sleepily at Sylviane.  The blankets had ended up on the floor.  The pillows had ended up somewhere else – the couch over there, he thought. 

“I’m right here,.”  He’d never been more naked with someone, he thought.  Unless she wanted into his mind, which – 

which maybe he would not mind all that much, as long as she stayed out of the dark places.  “I can’t be much more naked,” he joked.

“I want to see you,” she murmured.  “Your Mask down, your face.  The way you really look “ Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 43: Small Steps Forward

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Leander was smiling, even though he wasn’t totally sure this wasn’t going to blow up in his face.  Things did, even when everything was planned out with the best intentions.  And he was – if not certain, that was too much to ask, he was pretty damn sure Sylviane had the best intentions. 

“I think,” he murmured, leaning over so he could let his breath brush across her ear and lowering his voice even more, “that”… if you want a real statistical sample, well, you ought to get more than one baseline measurement, yeah?”

She chuckled at him.  “Oh, absolutely.  But let’s start with one? Since we can’t do them simultaneously – unless you have some unforeseen ability to Work with time that would be amazing, but really, really out there-“ Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 42: Baseline

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Content warning in this case – discussion of consent, the lack thereof, and of rape.  Some more.

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He walked into Sylviane’s room to find her back to him, her naked back to him. 

He cleared his throat.  “I can- ah.  Wait…”

“Oh!”  She turned slowly to look at him.  She was, yes, completely naked. 

He wondered what she looked like without a Glamour on, without the Mask that made fae look human.  

Then he decided she looked gorgeous and he was being foolish wondering anything else.  Continue reading

Beekeeper: In Which Amrit Takes a Run

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Go To Bed.

Please note: there are two chapters after “in which they stop kissing…” which have been deprecated.  This re-write begins from Amrit and Mieve ending up in bed.

This is the actual commission: @Momerath@wandering.shop commissioned me to write another chapter of Beekeeper, (see the prequel to the commission linked above)

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Beekeeper: In Which They Go to Bed

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Stop Kissing Long Enough to Talk.

Please note: there are two chapters after “in which they stop kissing…” which have been deprecated.  This re-write begins from Amrit and Mieve ending up in bed.

This is a prequel to the commission, more or less: @Momerath@wandering.shop commissioned me to write another chapter of Beekeeper, and in order to do that, I needed to go back and fix the spot where I’d stalled. 

Ahem. 

Where I’d stalled Three Years Ago.

This chapter mentions sex and involves two people being naked and intimate but in a mainly fade-to-black way; there is no on-screen sex.

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Purchase Negotiation 41: Orders

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Content warning in this case – discussion of consent, the lack thereof, and of rape.

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Eventually, they’d gone through two movies and this moment of relaxation had to end.  Mr. MacDiarmad gently moved Leander’s legs off of him so he could stand and patted Leander on the knee.  “You two should head to bed.  Take it easy tonight, Leander – Doctor’s orders.  And in the morning we can talk about what we’re going to do about this new threat.”

Leander found himself standing up, the order moving him before he’d really managed to process it.  He offered a hand to Sylviane.  “Bed?” He tried to sound polite or suave or, well, anything, but he was pretty sure he sounded more like a caveman.

She took his hand and stood.  “That sounds good, yeah.  You need anything before we go to bed?” Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 40: A Breather

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“We should heal you,” Mr. MacDiarmed tutted. If that was what he thought the face-in-hands meant, well, Leander wasn’t going to argue, that was for sure.  “Lay down here, your head on – mmm, on Sylviane’s lap, your legs on mine.”

Orders.  Leander could deal with that.  More than that, as he put his head very carefully on Sylviane’s lap, very carefully, he sighed in what he realized was relief.  Orders. 

His legs went on Mr. MacDiarmed’s lap and he melted into the feeling of doing the right thing.  It wasn’t something he’d felt all that much with the last few owners, he had to admit, but on the other hand – on the other hand, he hadn’t had it much with Mr. MacDiarmad, either.  The man seemed to be way too reluctant to give Leander orders, other than the ones that were just the outlines to his life. 

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Purchase Negotiation 39: Healing

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Trying a new title. Thoughts?

“So, of course, between Sylviane and I we can actually heal the wound, now that the authorities have been placated.”

They were sitting in the living room of Mr. MacDiarmad’s house; Leander was sandwiched between the two MacDiarmads, Sylviane pressed close to him and Mr. MacDiarmad making sure their legs were touching.  

He looked between them.  “That, uh.”  He struggled with responses.  “I can take care of Sylviane better if I’m healed, yeah.”

She poked him in the arm.  “And you’ll feel better and be less prone to infection and be happier without a bullet hole in you, yeah?”

“Well… yeah, but.”  He cleared his throat. “Slave, remember?”  He looked at her with affectionate frustration, too muddled to try to make his words any more politic.  “That’s not what matters.”

“You Saved. My Life. Today.”  She poked him again.  He didn’t move away from it.  He tried not to think about the fact that they were having this argument while his owner, his master, was right on the other side of him. Continue reading