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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, The Tiered Tower

The Man in the Runic Kerchief

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.

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