Hi y’all, I am trying to keep up a posting schedule of every two weeks on Friday, and here we go, we’re really getting started this week with a full-length chapter one (and a slightly updated cover)!
LAST TIME ON The Mirror Crack’d: Someone was pursued by a dark creature.
And now, the THRILLING CONCLUSION: Fingon rescues our fleeing thrall and brings him to the safety of Himring.
Link to Fear Behind Him on AO3
Link to Fear Behind Him on SWG
Chapter rating: Teen and up.
Hi y’all I am here with a fic I have been working on for a VERY long time and am really excited about. Originally I was going to wait till I finished the cover for it to start posting, but then I said, wait a minute, self, you can update people with the in-progress cover while you are also posting the in-progress fic! So here we are with the first WIP version of the cover, and the prologue of the fic!
Summary: Rescued from a brutal Angband hunt, an ex-thrall with a strange and powerful artifact embedded in his spine is brought to Himring, for it is one of the only places in Beleriand which welcomes such folk. Though he has no memories of his life before, Anniavas slowly becomes accustomed to his new life and finds he has a queer connection with Maedhros, Himring’s lord. As their intimacy grows, however, so do the dangers surrounding them, both without and within. What secrets are hidden inside the depths of Anniavas’s lost memories–and how will those with whom he is forging and deepening bonds react, when those secrets are at last revealed?
If you like Maedhros/Sauron, polyamory, tea-drinking, PTSD, a bundle of non-binary and female OCs including a very cute puppy, and questions of identity, redemption, and personhood in the context of how a person’s shape and environment can impact their behavior, then this is the fic for you!
Not Rated: While there are a few explicit scenes, the fic is primarily somewhere in the T/M space. I will be segregating explicit scenes and warning for them in the A/N.
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Moderate Violence
Summary: A deal goes wrong on the yellow tier. We are introduced to a kitsune prince and his terrifying lover.
Short Tail tried to stand a little straighter as she entered the conference room at the end of the line. She did not want to make any mistakes on her first day of duty, particularly not as a guard of the illustrious Leopard family. She was still unsure as to how she, Short Tail, the runt of the parade, had made it this far, and she damn well didn’t want to disappoint, even if she was only serving as the guard for the youngest son, Leopard Paw, and according to all her squad mates, today’s meeting barely counted as guard work at all.
“Final meeting with the kitsune prince?” Sharp Fangs had smirked. “I think you’ll be fine.”
All the same, Short Tail was curious. There weren’t many kitsune on the yellow tier, and Bee of the Wolf family was one of the only ones coming from princely blood.
When they entered, he didn’t look like anything special. Seated at the head of the table and sprawling a little, feet up, he looked like any other troll prince, his dark hair gathered in small, beaded braids close to his head. There was something strange about the wide set of his eyes and the glitter of yellow in the depths of his irises, but Short Tail would never have noticed if she hadn’t already known. Far more striking—and simultaneously surprising—was his companion.
Continue reading “The Man in the Runic Kerchief”Rating: Teen, for kind of mature themes/raw emotions
A/N: no shade to people who like and find meaning in the kinds of literature that I’m sort of knocking in this piece? This is not supposed to be everyone’s point of view, I’m just processing. This piece is very personal, and kind of heavy.
Do I find you in Denethor, Father? At the end of his life, he looked in a flickering thing and his soul was drawn away, leaving behind madness and despair. You, too—your palantir consumed you, a litany of ugly things stripped of their humanity. This is tragedy: it is not petty.
Continue reading “Truth in Tragedy”Summary: A young kobold who has followed his wife to a distant Imperial posting brings his egg to the clan and discovers that he doesn’t understand as much about his new society as he thought he did.
A/N: Rated general audiences, no particular warnings.
Pale morning light caressed the creamy yellow shell of the egg, speckled with blue like Morning Daughter’s eyes. Third Son rearranged the little puffs of cotton warming their egg for the fourth or fifth time. “It’ll be all right,” he’d told Morning Daughter before he left their rooms at the far end of the compound, and she’d nodded bravely. It was the egg—it was harder than they’d thought it would be.
The rest of their move from the violet tier to the black had been difficult, but it was a good opportunity, and it hadn’t been more difficult than expected. There was the journey, which, thanks to some complications during the crossings, had taken nearly two weeks, and there was the tier itself—although this had made up for its cave-like qualities by turning out to be startlingly beautiful. Third Son had heard that the seasons on the lower tiers had more to do with location than with time, but he hadn’t really understood what that had meant until they had arrived in the middle of a raging snowstorm that gave way within a half hour’s walk to a warm, quiet spring-like day. There was also getting settled, half their furniture being lost somewhere on the green tier, and finding out just exactly how different a shared language could be.
Continue reading “New Beginnings”
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