First: Purchased: Negotiation
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“I know you wear this.” Sylviane ran her finger around the outside of Leander’s collar. He stayed frozen. He couldn’t come up with another option. He wasn’t sure if he had thought of something else, he’d have been able to do it. “I know why. I know you’ve been wearing someone’s collar for a long time.” Her hand settled on his shoulder. Leander thought about breathing again. “But – but that’s not you, and you are not a dog.” Continue reading
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Takes a Run.
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 another commission from @Momerath@wandering.shop for another chapter of Beekeeper, (there’s one more of about the same length coming, too). Thank you so much to Momerath for your patience!
This story is a follow-up to the sixth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, BeeKeeper – it is set before the Beekeeper series. The unnamed guy in this story is Amrit, and Roger is the sausage vendor.
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There were often strangers at their market.
That was why they’d set it up where they had – the highway might not be quite the hub of traffic it once had, but it was still a broad, easy way for people to move, and they still used it (once Roger and the others had cleared out enough cars to make 2 lanes passible again). Continue reading
Curry is a character in Addergoole: Year 9. This is set – well, it’s got to be an AU which I didn’t think about until I’d finished writing it, or rather, until I started posting it.
This is set in 2021 or thereabouts, which means it can’t happen the way I wrote it, because it is set 10 years after the apocalypse. No Victoria’s Secret Angels in 2021 in Fae Apoc.
But enjoy it anyway as a look into Curry.
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“You’re.. thirty.”
“Thirty-four.” Curry shifted. He had kids that were older than he’d been when he’d – when – when he’d seeded.
Which was enough time to figure out a few things, he supposed.
He cleared his throat. He’d thought this would be the right sort of person to talk to. He’d called back to Addergoole and they’d suggested this woman as someone he could talk to about everything. Continue reading
First: Purchased: Negotiation
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“This is what you have in mind? You picked this out all by yourself?”
Leander tensed, because Melody’s tone was the sort of thing she could get away with taking with him, but she wasn’t talking to him, she was talking to Sylviane, and whether or not Leander liked the tone — he didn’t, people shouldn’t talk to her like that — Sylviane wasn’t likely to put up with it.
Was she?
“I’m not twelve.” Sylviane huffed quietly. “Yes. I picked out these options all by myself, Melody. The tux for Leander —”
“Rather plain, isn’t it?” Continue reading
Fae Apoc, early on in the apoc.
If you’d like a good sense of the Fae Apoc, check out faeapoclive.tumblr.com – a site on which I posted news articles of the beginning of the Faerie Apocalypse.
To know enough to read this story: there are godlike creatures attacking the cities, and there are fae – including young fae, 20-somethings – who were born on earth and lived like humans until their teens.
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This was written just because of that idea, that might-or-not-be-a-Mr. Rogers-quote, the one that is the end of the Look for the Helpers quote – if you’re an adult, Be the Helpers.
I started this June 12 this year. It’s taken me a while to finish!
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“-and down on Court Street, you can see that the Banner Building has collapsed. We don’t know how many people are still alive on the other side of the devastation; all communication seems to be down.”
The local reporter looked tired; more than tired, she looked desperate. The first building going down could’ve been coincidence, but now a four-block area of downtown was completely blocked off, and at least some of it had to have been deliberate. Continue reading
This story is the Seventh one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, but nothing is needed to be known about the setting to read it except there is an apoc and magic exists.
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Winter was fast approaching – well, it was September, but that was close enough to start worrying – and, as Grishma looked around her little clearing, she realized she had no more shelter than she’d had last year.
Last winter had been brutal. There were things Grishma was good at and things she wasn’t, and one of the things she really wasn’t all that good at was, well, surviving in the wilderness. Continue reading
This story is the sixth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, BeeKeeper – it is set before the Beekeeper series. Sorry Momerath, I was being a bit of a brat (I prefer not to write continuations of extant long series as part of a prompt call. 🙂 )
What you need to know about the setting/story: Mieve is a hermit who can talk to/control insects; the apocalypse is rather recent; most trade right now is in barter.
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She hadn’t left the clearing in almost six months and, as she walked around the market, Mieve remembered why. Continue reading
First: Purchased: Negotiation
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Normal life did not, Leander was pretty sure, include a girlfriend quite like Sylviane. It probably did not involve magic lessons three times a week with that girlfriend and her father, who happened to be his owner. It probably also did not involve not being able to leave your girlfriend’s side, although in the last few months, that had gotten to feel pretty normal. Sometimes, he and Sylviane would move to opposite sides of that 40-foot tether, often in separate rooms in the house, reading or watching tv or just (as Sylvie liked to say), getting some space. Other times they couldn’t get enough of each other.
This week, they were attempting to study for finals, although this was being interrupted by Melody, who seemed intent on getting all of Leander’s measurements again, as well as measuring Sylviane twice. “There’s a charity event coming up in a week. Mr. MacDiarmed expects you both to be there, to be properly attired, and to make a good showing.”
“He also expects – ow! that’s a pin! – me to make a ‘good showing’ on my finals, which I can’t do when you’re putting me full of pins. Other girls go shopping for their dresses.” Continue reading
First: Purchased: Negotiation
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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