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The Mirror Crack’d, Prologue

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.

Link to Prologue on AO3

Link to Prologue on The Silmarillion Writers’ Guild

Original Fiction

Poison in the Blood

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Blood-drinking, disturbing imagery, general psychological/cosmic horror themes

Summary: A vampire receives an unusual invitation to reconnect with an old friend.

A/N: With thanks to Cyrus Eosphoros, lontradiction, and Zomburai.

For Camille

            I’ve been a vampire for about five years now. The whole thing happened when I was in my second year of uni, and it was a bit of a sordid tale, honestly. Blah blah, ex girlfriend, turned out to be a vampire, she turned me without my consent, I broke up with her, because, I mean, who does that, right?

Being a vampire is fine, don’t get me wrong. I mean, you tend to want to take a night job, because you’re draggy as hell during the day, and there’s the inevitable problem of finding a blood bank or getting really ridiculously good at catching pigeons, but all things considered, it’s not so bad. I certainly don’t mind the eternal youth aspect, although I’m lucky in that I never looked particularly young for my age, or I suspect by now I’d be getting really irritated. But I mean you have to ask. You can’t turn someone into a vampire without bloody well asking, Kate fucking McKay. I mean, I certainly wouldn’t. There was once—I got awfully close, I admit to that, and I thought I really would have to turn her without getting her consent, because the alternative—well, I’m getting ahead of myself. That’s really what the story is about. Not about Kate McKay and how she turned me, or our inevitable horrible breakup, or the part where she got staked two years later by some overeager first-years. Most of the story’s not even about me. It’s about my friend Evelyn Laura Montague the book worm and her Book.

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