#dual povs for this chapter

[feyhunter78]

Among The Sun

Description: The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. Emperor Miguel and his armies have scoured the land, and now they have set their sights on your kingdom. Will you fall to the Demonborn's blade, or will a strange connection between you and Miguel turn the tides of fate? Ch 2

The castle is abuzz with gossip and fear, words passed along in secret, gates closed, doors bolted. You press your back to the wall, the heavy curtain hiding you from the servants passing by. No one will tell you anything, simply bid you to dress and make yourself presentable as if there was to be a banquet, or a ball, not a potential siege.

“I’ve heard he’s coming from the West, that he set fire to the River Atraites, that his men—his armies of demons marched upon the flames.” One says, her voice hushed and filled with fear.

“No, he is coming from the East, the mountains bowed to him and allowed him passage through.” Another whispers, stronger but still afraid.

The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. He would be arriving soon if the rumors were to be believed, and you are no fool, you believe them.

You don’t know much about the Conqueror, your only information comes from rumors or war reports, neither of which are helpful. The rumors come from pleasurehouses, fanciful tales of the emperor storming in, scouring the establishment and searching for a woman with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. If one cannot be found, he is said to destroy the place, leaving terrifying claw marks and scorched bodies in his wake. If one can be found, the rumors say her cries of pleasure can be heard throughout the town and that she emerges from the encounter with only faint pleasant memories.

The war reports tell a different tale. They speak of him as merciless, tearing through men as if they are parchment, his armies moving as a perfect unit, no breaks, no faults, only skilled, relentless ruin. He is said to have claws and fangs, some say he has horns like a ram, and his eyes glow crimson. He is a terrifying sight to behold, half monster, half man, an abomination that has set half the continent ablaze.

You wait until their footsteps pass then slip from behind the curtain, hurrying down the hall to the throne room where your father, mother, and three brothers are set to gather. Instead, you stumble upon a horrid scene. Your father and brothers lie on the marble floor, bloodied and unmoving, your mother is draped over your eldest brother’s body, wailing wretchedly.

“Traitors to the crown, they have done this.” She shrieks, clinging to his body.

You’re frozen, staring at the carnage before you. True, you had no real fondness for your eldest brother, the gap between your ages was too far to bridge, but the others at least made an effort.

“What—what are we to do? Mother, you are queen, the Conqueror will be here, he will offer you what he offers every other window, you must be prepared.” You tell her, rushing to her side and attempting to pull her from your brother’s body.

She refuses to budge, shrugging you off. “I will not, he will not come here, we have nothing to offer.”

Your kingdom is not small, in fact it’s quite large, a port town, but your mother is right, it holds nothing that the Conqueror doesn’t already have. He has already captured the agricultural kingdoms, the larger trade kingdoms, and those who boast their stores of wealth and gems. His own lands that far-flung empire that declared him ruler after a bloody and horrid event, is rich in resources, the soil, and cities still boasting the remnants of Arcana. It is a wealthy and powerful force, wielded like an obsidian sword by the Conqueror.

“You do not know that, please, either we stay, and you take up your crown, or we flee to the ships.” You’re tugging on her arm, already formulating an escape route. But would you make it in time?

Your mother says nothing, only continues to weep and holds out her hand for her fallen crown. She has made her choice; she will doom you both to die here.

Your kingdom has fallen, the gates forced open, the crowns of your father and brothers thrown to the ground, their bodies lying beside them. There is no time to clean the throne room, you’ve received the reports, the Conqueror is mere minutes away.

The emperor is cruel, monstrous, a vile, wicked man who care only for conquest. You have heard the rumors, the whispers as his armies march across the lands, leaving death and destruction in their wake. And now he would be coming here, to give your mother the very same choice he gave to each former queen. Bend the knee, pay tribute, or watch your kingdom burn. Dozens of kingdoms have refused and burned, but your mother is not a warrior, she weeps over your father and brothers, laments their loss as your kingdom crumbles around you.

When the Conqueror comes, you fear the choice she will make, fear the rumors of the horrors that await those kingdoms gifted to the murderous emperor. You do not wish for your land to become a territory of the ravager, a sacrifice to the blood-soaked demon, Miguel the Conqueror, the Relentless, the Merciless, but you fear your mother will have no choice.

Miguel is bored, his fingers tangled in the hair of another whore as she moans, her face shoved into the pillows as she helplessly tries to fuck back on him. He has her bent over the bed, thrusting mindlessly as he starts out the window at this kingdom’s castle.

She is skilled, he will not deny it, but Miguel doesn’t simply desire skill, he desires the woman from his memories and dreams.

He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes trying to picture you, his soulmate, his horizon, with your soft skin and stunning smile, the lilt of your voice, your tantalizing smell. He groans as the image forms, crystalline fractured fantasies, flashes of you, snatches of memories.

“Fuck, mi vida, you feel so good, wonderful, you are wonderful, my empress.” He sighs, his free hand settling on your—the whore’s hip, steadying himself before he pounds into her, picturing how pretty you’d look, grasping at the silken sheets he’s procured for you, whining as he smooths a hand down your spine.

You’d be so sweet for him, clinging to him as he fucks you, your pretty eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted so perfectly. He misses when he would see you in his dreams, when he would hold you for a moment before you disappeared like sand slipping through his fingers. Now all he sees when he sleeps is darkness, exhaustion hitting him like a horse.

“Please, Your Majesty, harder.” She begs, lifting her head from the mattress.

Her voice rips him from his fantasy, and he pulls out, tucking himself back into his breeches. “I asked you not to speak.”

She looks back at him, and he regrets not compelling her. She looks so much like you, the closest he’s found, but he shouldn’t have taken the chance.

He grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You will remember none of this, only that you did your job and was paid handsomely for it.”

She nods, her shoulders drooping, eyes glazing over as his spell takes hold.

Miguel sighs and arranges her comfortably on the bed before leaving more than enough gold for her rudimentary services.

As he trudges down the stairs of the brothel, he’s met by his advisor, Lyla. She’s still in full armor except for those oddly shaped glasses that cover her eyes.

“It’s time.” She says, nodding towards the door.

Another kingdom to burn or capture, another fruitless search. Have the gods not dammed him enough? Have they not stricken him with this unholy visage, with these demonic powers, with a life of misery and death? You, you are the one he searches for, in your arms he will finally find rest, and if not, he will ensure it is so. There will be no kingdom for you to run to, no lands untouched by him, no bounty great enough to pull you from him, no powers beyond the divine will separate you, and even then, he has always desired to fight the gods.

He will offer this kingdom’s queen the choice he offers all others, waiting as they cower in fear, his eyes searching their court for you. But you are never there, and his anger only grows.

Perhaps this time will be different? Gabi would be fond of this land, would enjoy the flowers and streams. He prays that is a good sign.

TL: @not-aya, @belos-simp69, @deputy-videogamer, @sxnasbitch, @maxi-ride, @minimari415, @syndrlla97, @gejo333, @lady-necromancer

[m00ngbin]

HEY!!!!!!!!! TFS CHAPTER 23!!!!!!!!!!!!

[whitedahlia13]

That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 1: I'm Not Leaving You

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Natalie Martin

Summary: Everything stopped. His breaths. His heart. Time.

There was only the two of them and the immensely powerful connection he felt whenever they were within a hundred square miles of each other.

Three days ago, Stiles saved Lydia’s life.

With the help of their friends, he coordinated a rather masterful plan, risked everything to free her from Eichen House.

Eichen House, where she was held against her will, drugged and shocked into altered planes of consciousness, poked and prodded for information she didn’t know how to access.

For weeks, she was trapped. Inside that place. Inside her mind. Always with the threat of what else might be done to her or to her friends. She endured the heartbreak of foreseeing their deaths, one by one. She experienced the excruciating pain and trauma of trepanation when Gabriel Valack, the madman posing as her doctor, drilled a hole into her skull to amplify her banshee abilities.

The brutal and archaic procedure left her in a volatile, virtually nuclear state of supernatural unrest.

But just when it seemed as though all would be lost, Stiles appeared.

I’m not leaving you here, he said.

He meant it too. It was clear in his unwavering tone and soulful eyes that he was ready and willing to go with her – through Hell and back.

When they were separated, she could still hear him, palms pounding on steel, echoes of his screams – Lydia... Ly-d-ia!!! penetrating thecavernous walls of that awful, century-old prison. He didn’t give up. No matter the obstacles he faced, no matter who nor what interfered, Stiles found his way back to her.

Now, whenever he walks into her room, that moment replays in her mind. Stiles bursting through a pair of industrial doors. Stiles running to her with open arms. Stiles promising, We’re gonna get you out of here.

Every time, she feels the same relief, the same awe, the same surge of love for him. Her sweet, sarcastic, occasionally clumsy, super smart, superhero in plaid.

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[velidewrites]

Woke up with a very insane idea for a Feysand story. I think we’re gonna make it a longfic for after Elucien Week

[ramblingdisaster73]

Chapter 4: Edging the Bet

Carlos

Carlos spent the fifteen-minute drive to the restaurant trying to keep his eyes on the road and off of his fiancé. TK had also decided to use his wardrobe as a weapon, just like Carlos had. TK knew that when he wore the tighter fitting sweater and skinny jeans, the ones that really framed his ass in the best possible way, the man really knew how to use his assets. If he were honest, he didn’t really care what TK wore, he was the most gorgeous man Carlos had ever seen, he turned Carlos on without effort all the time. But, there was something about the fit of the sweater and the way his ass looked in this pair of jeans that really lit a fire within him. Not that he needed any fucking help with that these days.

Carlos tried to ignore the hand that was on his thigh, the fingers that were running up and down, coasting towards the erection that hadn’t faded from TK’s pictures. He couldn’t help the whimper that came out of his mouth when a finger traced the outline of his cock through the denim. “TK, I really need to not have an erection when we meet my mother for dinner.” Carlos said to the man that was intent on driving him to complete distraction, his tone laced with desperation.

TK moved his finger away from Carlos’ cock, just barely. Carlos could feel it resting on his thigh less than an inch from where he really wanted it. This fucking man was going to make him lose his mind before this thing was over.

“Is that better, Babe?” TK asked, not fooling Carlos for a moment with his heart eyes and innocent tone.

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[asexualbookbird]

the water trials actually sound really neat but every time we get to those chapters its "so the next trial passed and it was hard" give me SOMETHING i know you hate writing action scenes but crying screaming throw me a crumb

[optiwashere]

I was tagged by @amorficzna to share the last sentence of anything I've written. I'm supposed to tag as many people as there are words in the sentence, but I don't really know that many writers on here so lol.

Maybe @siyurikspakvariisis @grousebrood @riteontime and @apoptotique might be interested in this if they have anything to share? Anyone else that wants to do this can consider themselves tagged by me!

The context for this is modern AU shenanigans. Did I cheat by putting in more than one sentence and putting in two completely separated paragraphs? Shut up, I'm already breaking the rules.

To top it all off, she was dressed entirely in black. Ash idly wondered if she ever wore anything but black. [...] Ash turned to the pot of cooling coffee and poured some for Jen— no, Shadowheart. It wasn’t supposed to be funny, but it was. A little. Ash read those books about magical cats when she was a kid, and it sounded just like one of those names. Briarlight, Firestar, and Shadowheart. She almost let a laugh slip when she turned back around, offering the mug to Shadowheart.

[lizardkingeliot]

i'm currently halfway through my final pass of until i come back from the dead for you chapter 2 and i'm 99.9% sure i'm posting friday morning (the 0.1% of uncertainty is accounting for the fact that i may be abducted by aliens or something before then but if they have wifi we should still be good to go)

[polithicc]

im gonna “it doesn’t have to be good, it just has to be done” my way out of this chapter

[the-lonelybarricade]

Hey LB. In chapter 48 of ACoFD, Feyre and Az have a mind to mind convo abt sleep. But it felt like Az knew something she didn’t. Could you please explain that? Or would that be addressed in the Gwynriel side-fic you’re writing?

Oh! Hehe this is a fun question, I definitely started adding some more details to segue into Azriel’s side story and that line was meant to garner some intrigue!

It was mostly a callback to their conversation the chapter prior, since they were both up in the middle of the night not sleeping. In chapter 47, the reason he was awake is because he'd just come from Sangravah, which Feyre thinks is strange because the temples don't need his protection anymore. Azriel's answer here is just a very noncomittal "I'll sleep... eventually." But it was supposed to beg the question: what is he doing instead of sleeping?

The setup for the Gwynriel fic is VERY spoilery for what happens in chapter 50, but I here's a little non-spoilery snippet:

Gwyn couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation. The first time she'd noticed it had been the day the Shadowsinger arrived. That, at least, had made sense to her. A Spymaster watched everything, and when he had shown up explaining that the temple could be under threat of attack, why shouldn’t he?

Of course, Gwyn wouldn’t have thought the temple was in danger by the way the priestesses reacted to his arrival. Far too many of her sisters had been more concerned with flipping their hair and batting their eyes, at least in Gwyn’s opinion. And while some had chosen to leave until the threat had passed, far more had chosen to stay. A small part of her wasn’t convinced that number would be fewer if their protector had a less charming face.

Not that he spoke to any of them. He only watched, sticking to the shadows wherever possible. And Gwyn had started to associate his presence with that strange feeling that something was always lurking right over her shoulder, creeping over her spine, tugging at her ankles. And if it was feeling particularly overt, she would feel it in her chest. Like a curious creature tugging at a rope around her rib as if it were a bell pull.

Gwyn had never minded the sensation, or the silent company that typically followed. At late nights in the library, she had made a game of glancing up from her book at odd intervals, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Shadowsinger off guard. She rarely found him. But, once or twice, she’d catch a shadow darting around a book case. Once, she’d sworn she’d seen his face, and that he’d been smiling. Gwyn had thought about that more than once in the time since.

[boxwinebaddie]

rm6 is out!

the bottom i rushed because i was excited to put the chapter out! i'll fix it later! the formatting is still relaxed ( but the spacing is kinda bunk sorry about that -- again ill fix it later ) and it's kind of a long chapter so pace yourself! i hope you enjoy it! i'm nervous lmao

[keenerkey]

Seven Lines

I was tagged by @sarah-sandwich-writes to share seven lines from my (currently) unnamed WIP. Thanks for the tag! <3

Harley pressed his palm against his head, closing his eyes trying to stop its relentless ache. How did he get here? Mama and Abbie must be worried, he thought.

He patted his pockets, not finding anything but taking notice of a nice looking watch on his wrist. Harley wasn’t really sure where he got this, but he shook the thought out of his head, adding it up to a gift Tony sent him that his headache isn’t letting him remember.

Tagging anyone who wants to! <3

[thickenmyblood]

what's wrong w king's rising

what isn't wrong with kings rising

[kouros-herc]

Coming this summer...

Boiling Point.

There are two sides to every break up, but there are a million reasons why. For Jess [@notbad-justsungthatway ]and Tiana [@truitt-story ] it has always been timing, hasn't it? Or has it been their work? Finding the time? The things they struggled to tell each other? Or deep down are they just not compatible?

But there were also a million reasons why they nearly made it...

Reviews:

"I'm still rooting for them fyi," Laura

"Delicious, finally, some good fucking reading," Gordon Ramsay

"Why are all the kitchen/bar staff so accurate it's giving me flashbacks stop it." Servers everywhere.

[skiitter]

I've written 80k words of a Dramione slow burn and they haven't even kissed.

[ramblingdisaster73]

Chapter 9: Blocked

Carlos was regretting agreeing to be one of the taste testers for a few new recipes that Owen had found as he found himself sitting at Owen’s dining table, very close to TK, with Nancy and Mateo sitting across from them. But, TK always found it hard to say no to his father, so there they were. At his soon to be father-in-law’s house at 8:00 in the morning, waiting for the man in question to finish with his blender.

“OK, here are two different smoothies, TK and Carlos, you will be drinking the ginger-mango-papaya punch with a little bit of maca powder. Mateo and Nancy, you will be having the green pineapple coconut smoothie.” Owen informed them as he handed each of them full glasses.

He noticed Nancy’s brow arch with suspicion, saw her mouthing the name of his and TK’s smoothies, but was distracted by the hand that had landed in his lap, the one that was caressing his upper thigh, a one-handed massage that reminded him of the other night with the oils. He wanted that hand to move just a tiny bit to the left, about an inch or so.

His first sip of the smoothie was surprising, he hadn’t expected it to actually taste good. A lot of Owen’s smoothies were very much an acquired taste, one that Carlos hadn’t developed. When TK’s hand moved to his desired location, Carlos chugged the rest of the smoothie, not giving himself a chance to speak. He didn’t trust his face not to give TK’s actions away.

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