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Vanyel, gen, Magic's Price Fix-It

Date: 2015-08-13 03:04 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Vanyel has all the mage-power in the world. Instead of a dramatic duel, why not use that power to drop an avalanche on Leareth? Or some other indirect attack? Fix-it AU or explanation why Vanyel didn't think of a non-suicidal alternative in fic format.

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Oooh, I have an idea for that. Question tho: are you okay with me leaving out any and all mention of the gang rape? I have always happily skipped that scene and pretended he was just beaten up. I just...have always found the rape scene to be utterly pointless.

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Date: 2015-08-20 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
(Also headcanoning Brody and Damen away, because it's not like Vanyel doesn't have enough to feel guilty about, goddamn.) (Also also, character limit shattering fill, woot)

Chapter 2

Vanyel could hear Yfandes’ hoof beats echoing long before he saw her.

:Sorry to interrupt, Chosen, Stef.: she said apologetically.

Stefen sighed melodramatically. “At least you had the courtesy to wait until the proceedings were finished.”

Vanyel chuckled at that, then sat up, dislodging Stefen. “Wait, what? You heard her?”

:Of course he did. I meant for him too. It would be rude to go back to not speaking to him, now that he knows I can.:

He looked at Stefen in confusion. “But you don’t have Mindspeech,” he said to Stefen almost accusingly.

Stef shrugged. “Confused the hell out of me first time she did it, too.”

:There was need of it, Vanyel. I can speak to whomever I wish. All Companions can, even the unGifted. We just prefer not to.:

Vanyel simply shook his head after a minute, deciding the mysteries of Companions weren’t worth attempting to unravel.

:Hyrryl and the kyree elders are calling a meeting. I’ve given them as much information as I can, but now that you’re up and about they want to speak with you.:

“Of course.” Vanyel stood, and cast about for his clothing. Once dressed, he turned to follow Yfandes out of the cavern, and stopped dead in his tracks, a pained sound coming from him.

Her tail was gone.

“Oh, ‘Fandes,” he whispered in horror. “What did they do to you?”

:Oh, horseshit, Van, I forgot you probably wouldn’t have remembered, if you were even still conscious when they did it. Thankfully I wasn’t. I suppose they meant it as a trophy or somesuch.:

Vanyel just stood there with an utterly lost look on his face. He wanted to feel rage, but his rage was spent. The ones who had dared to mutilate Yfandes were already dead by his hand—and he shied away from those memories, not able to face them at the moment. The only thing left for him to feel was guilt. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with arguing with Stefen, maybe they wouldn’t have had a chance to ambush us, maybe I wouldn’t have been captured. Gods, I am such a blind fool.

“It wasn’t your fault, Vanyel. Nothing you did or didn’t do caused this. We were outnumbered, they had magical weapons…blame the ones who actually did it. Not yourself,” Stefen said, coming closer to him, shirt still in hand. “Hey, ashke,” Stef said, slipping his arms around him. “I mean it. No more blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault. You have enough burdens as it is.”

For a moment Vanyel leaned into the embrace, before forcing all thought of what had happened from his mind. They had business to attend to, after all. And Vanyel was very curious to meet the kyree, after all, and needed to express his gratitude.

“All right,” he said thickly. “Lead the way, ‘Fandes.” Stef reluctantly let him go, and Vanyel took a few steps out of the cave before he realized Stefen wasn’t following. “Stef? Aren’t you coming?”

Stefen looked up in surprise. “I…didn’t think I was meant to.”

“Of course you’re meant to,” he said, sounding confused. “We were separated for a significant amount of time; I still don’t know all the details of what happened. All of us need to pool our knowledge before I can plan what to do next.”

Stefen brightened momentarily at the thought of being included (needed), before his face darkened again at the words what to do next. He put a determined face on, though, and Vanyel knew he still hadn’t accepted what Van had told him. He still thought there was a way to avoid Vanyel’s death. Oh, beloved, he thought with bittersweet fondness.

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The kyree were all sitting in another chamber, this one much more magnificent than the ones they had previously occupied. The stone looked as if had been shaped, almost molded somehow, but Vanyel could not think how the kyree could have done it, unless they had enlisted the aid of some other species with hands to carve it?

The snow-white kyree with the sky blue eyes had to be the shaman, Hyrryl. Not having actually met any kyree before, and unsure of the protocol, he fell back on a mixture of Tayledras and Court habits, bowing deeply before the assembly and lowering his shields just a bit. Stefen followed his lead and also executed a perfect Courtly bow, and Yfandes nodded her head.

“As a Herald of Valdemar, and wingbrother to the Tayledras clan k’Treva, I thank you for your aid. I am Vanyel Ashkevron, and I am indebted to you for providing shelter, Healing, and food, all unasked for.”

:Well met, Herald. I am Hyrryl, shaman of the Hotsprings Clan,: Hyrryl said. :Put all thought of debt out of mind, for you cleansed this land of a growing rot. In time, it might have proven a danger to us. We were undecided, you see, if it would be wiser to continue to hide our presence, or make it known by wiping the vermin out. You have taken the decision from us, and for that, we are grateful.:

Well, that was an unexpected bonus. Vanyel would hate to leave Stefen the one left to pay off a debt of gratitude, since he doubted there was much he himself could have done, given that he still had a rather urgent mission to see through.

“It is as you say. I trust you have spoken with Yfandes and Stefen about why we are here?”

:Not at length. We know you are in pursuit of a greater enemy, possibly the master of the ones you wiped out. Nothing more than that.:

“Indeed. You can see I am a mage of some power. I was—am—counted among the best. Now I am the last. This enemy has been slowly and in secret killing all the mages in Valdemar, and I think, killing or subverting even children born with the Mage Gift before they can be Chosen and trained. Because I was the last, he finally showed his hand. But he shall soon wish he hadn’t.” Vanyel smiled grimly.

:This is grievous news,: one of the other kyree elders said. :I mislike the thought of such a one operating so near our territory. It appears we were right to keep our presence hidden. I shudder to think what he would have made of our clan, as we are rich in mages.:

:Indeed,: Hyrryl agreed. :I must ask you, Herald, what this enemy did to tip his hand, and what made you think to search in this direction.:

“I expected no less, Honored One,” Vanyel replied. “My aunt, Herald Savil, was my equal in power, and she was the first to suspect that there was foul play involved in the deaths of our mages. I did not take her seriously,” his voice broke, and he paused a moment to regain his composure. “Later that very night, she was killed by a mage construct; it had secreted itself inside the palace, inside her very powerful wards, by disguising itself as firewood. It appeared to have once been a crow, or based on a crow’s physiology. It was sustained magically, and appeared to have been created for the sole purpose of assassinating her. I was able to use a spell I know to see into the past; that’s how I know how it made it past the wards. I then used a combination of FarSight and Fetching to track where it had gone, and bring it back to the palace, where I studied and destroyed it. It was created using blood magic,” he grimaced, remembering with distaste the unclean, slimy feeling of the unnatural magic. The kyree had a similar reaction, one or two growled in agitation. As well they should; no one wanted a blood path mage for a neighbor, after all. “Once I had an idea of where the enemy was and what he was capable of, I set out with my Companion Yfandes, and my lifebonded, Bard Stefen. The enemy sent some foul weather our way, but nothing more than that, and I began to hope he was underestimating me. But then he sent that gang of bandits to ambush me. They had bespelled weapons, meant to confuse my senses and block my access to my Gifts. I was able to break the spell, however, and wipe them out. Yfandes and Stefen were nearby, and found me and we all left that place. Then your scout happened upon us, and the rest you know.”

:You have given us much to think on, Herald. I am deeply disturbed that we have had a blood mage so near our borders, who was skilled enough to hide his presence from us. You are of course welcome to remain here for as long as you need to regain your strength. We will see you well supplied with meat and furs, and wish you well on your quest.:

Vanyel nodded at that. The kyree, he knew from the Tayledras, were incredibly insular. To have had even this much aid from them was more than he could have hoped for. “My thanks, Honored One.”

“Wait, that’s it? Stefen said incredulously. “Aren’t you going to help us defeat him?”

Stefen,” Vanyel hissed. But Stefen ignored him.

“Maybe you were right to stay hidden before,” Stefen interjected. “But I don’t think you can stay hidden for much longer. Vanyel is powerful, yes. But he’s still just one man. What if we find this enemy, and he’s too powerful for just one man to defeat? What will you do then? Do you really think you can hide forever? And what makes you so certain he doesn’t know about you? What if he’s only left you alone because he didn’t want to alert you to his presence before he was ready to take you on?”

Stefen’s voice echoed around the chamber while the kyree looked around at each other, stunned. Vanyel looked simply horrified. Stefen didn’t appear to care.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I’m truly thankful for the help you’ve already given us. My lifebonded was injured beyond my meager knowledge to heal. But we need more than just shelter and Healing. We need your help to defeat an enemy to both our peoples. How can you be content to just sit in your caves and hide when you know there’s evil like that right on your very doorstep?”

There was a deep rumbling sound, more guttural than a growl, emanating from several of the kyree. At first Vanyel feared it meant they were upset, but they appeared to be remaining calm, and discussing things amongst themselves.

:If it is as you say, Singer, and this enemy is aware of us, then why not pick us off, as he has done to you?:

Vanyel shook his head to clear it of shock, and started thinking about everything that had been said. “If I may?”

The shaman nodded her head.

“It had not occurred to me until just now, but what Stefen says makes a frightening amount of sense. Picking your mages off one by one and making it look accidental would not have been as effective a strategy on the kyree, because your clan is so very much smaller than Valdemar. You say your clan in rich in mages; you might have accepted one or two accidental deaths, but as more and more died, eventually you would have become suspicious, and investigated. But this tactic worked well against us, because there was simply no way for all mages throughout Valdemar to personally know one another; in addition, we are at war on our southern border, so it’s likely that many deaths were counted as casualties of war which shouldn’t have been.”

The rumbling sound intensified. :Hmmm. That does sound somewhat plausible. But still, the question remains: do we know any of that for certain? Is it truly worth the risk of exposure? We owed you aid because of our treaty with the Tayledras, and because you indirectly aided us by clearing out that nest of bandits, but we owe no allegiance to Valdemar. Your fight is not necessarily our fight.:

“But it’s clear that this enemy is an enemy of all free people,” Stefen said passionately. “What he’s done so far is proof enough of that. And even if he isn’t aware of your presence, then does that mean you really want to spend your whole lives hiding and in fear? And if we fail and he finds you—who will come to your aid? Can’t you see it’s better to fight him together, when he’s not expecting an attack from both of us?”

Hyrryl stood then. :You have given us much to think on, both of you. We will consider your words.:

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Vanyel/the Shadow-Lover

Date: 2015-08-13 03:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Vanyel gets to cuddle with the Shadow-Lover in Magic's Promise. But that's not really enough. I think there should have been hot extraplanar sex happening in that scene, so I would love someone to provide that hot extraplanar comfort sex between Vanyel and the Shadow-Lover.

FILL: Vanyel/the Shadow-Lover, "Little Deaths"

Date: 2015-08-17 03:51 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm always up for some Van/Death!

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Vanyel lifts his head from that comforting embrace, has cried himself out, and finds the Shadow-Lover's head bowed over his; his lips touch Vanyel's. The longing that sinks into him is so deep and shaking that he realizes he hasn't felt it since the last time 'Lendel was alive; since he was kissing someone he was lifebonded to.

The thought is sobering, but the feeling is undeniable; he kisses back, sliding fingers into those thick curls, closing his eyes to the brilliant, depthless eyes looking into his. It feels almost impossible to resist. He thinks, with some amusement, that it's, perhaps, how things must be with this particular Power.

The kiss breaks, and Death strokes his cheek again, gentle. "Beloved," Death murmurs to him, and there's a slight tremble to his voice. "My heart aches for you."

Even as he says it, Vanyel knows it's true. Death wouldn't lie. Just that nearly starts the tears all over again. That Death hurts for him, sympathizes...

But it makes sense, just like the strange sensation of being lifebonded does.

For twelve years, he's belonged to death but has been living regardless. His other half died and he himself was saved from the brink of death over and over. Vanyel looks into those searing, gentle eyes, and thinks of the number of times the Shadow-Lover must have been holding a hand out to him, waiting. Observing the agony Vanyel went through to live, to keep living, to continue on despite it all. Thinks of those times, when he was younger, when he felt like there was no hope in life. Now, there's hope again. Friends, family, his Companion, people who rely on him, things to live for and the desire to live up to all of that. But under all that, the emptiness of loss still, the loneliness.

Perhaps he's never been alone. Death has always been at his side.

"Should I have made a different choice?" Vanyel whispers to him.

Death shakes his head slowly, smiling softly, hair swaying around his shadowed face. "The choices you make are who you are," he says.

Vanyel kisses him again, and Death meets him eagerly. It takes a strange sort of courage to start to undo the fastenings to Death's Heraldic whites, to spread hands against a perfectly unmarked chest, but the Shadow-Lover doesn't rebuff him. Instead, he's met with a brilliantly bright smile, relieved and pleased, as though Death himself had been longing for Vanyel and only holding himself back because Vanyel hasn't wanted him.

Vanyel thinks of the life he's lived and thinks it must be true.

They kiss again, and Vanyel pulls at Death's arms, his hands, helps Death embrace him; moves up against him demandingly until Death laughs and lays him back. He hasn't felt so relaxed, so comfortable, since 'Lendel; the weight and warmth of Death on top of him feels like coming home, like finally finding his equilibrium after all these years.

"I love you," Vanyel whispers to Death, and Death's incandescent eyes gaze at him with a sense of what really looks like awe. It's a humbling thought, that Death might be awed by his love. Loving Death has been the simplest thing to him.

(But perhaps most people's love for Death isn't so intense, so devoted, so forbidden, so star-crossed, he thinks. Maybe it tends to be less healthy—not that he can truly think of this as healthy; he's not sure he's ever had a good image of that. But he wants Death's happiness more than he wants an end to his own suffering, and wants Death's understanding more than that.)

"I love you too," Death says, and cups his cheek.

They make love there, close, kissing throughout. Vanyel holds Death to him like a lifeline, relaxed under him, opening to him, feeling Death inside him, Death on top of him, Death around him, feeling Death moving in him until he clutches Death tightly, desperately, reaching a sharp point of pleasure where nothing matters but this: him and Death and this feeling of being one—

And then he comes down from it, and is just Vanyel again, ready to keep trying. He doesn't know if Death came as well or not; can't feel that. But he can Feel Death's satiation. Death radiates relaxation and contentment, lying against him, stroking his cheek, kissing his neck. So he must have.

Vanyel rests on Death's shoulder, and prepares to live again.

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Van/Stef au meeting/get together

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Stefen never went to Bardic. Instead some highborn older man picks him up/buys him from Berte. Stef is obviously going to have to be underage, but I would like for him NOT to be a child. Fifteen or sixteen is the lowest age I'm comfortable with here. So, Stef spends the next five or six years being pampered by his sugar daddy. He has everything he could ever dream of wanting, but is still keenly aware that he's in a precarious position. Basically the same attitude he has in canon. He is NOT going to do anything to jeopardize his position and is willing to do whatever it takes to build a secure future.

But! One way or another, he meets a certain Herald-mage...maybe Stef's sugar daddy is an important political figure. Or they just meet randomly in the market, or Vanyel rescues him somehow, idc about the specifics. Stef's backstory with his sugar daddy can be left vague or told in flashbacks, I'm mainly after Stef angst over having to choose between security and a chance at having something he actually, desperately wants, and Vanyel angst because he doesn't want to be just another person who takes advantage of Stefen. But of course, if you want to tackle the whole thing and write me a long multichapter fic, then by all means. :D

FILL: Owned and Gifted - Comment Header

Date: 2015-08-27 04:52 am (UTC)
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Top comment so I can get some sub-threads in here! I hope I can finish in time.

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So there are already a couple "happy ending" Magic's Price AU prompts; I'm a terrible person and would actually like a possibly worse ending...

I’d love to get a fill where Yfandes commits Final Strike alone instead of Vanyel. He thinks he's going to die too, but with her last shred of energy she shields him; he wakes up hours later utterly drained, half-frozen, and completely alone in his mind for the first time since he was sixteen.

He doesn't take it well.
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Oh, that's horrible.

...Come here and sit by me.

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The Forest of Sorrows (Vanyel/Stefen, Yfandes)

Date: 2015-08-13 04:36 pm (UTC)
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So it's some time after Magic's Price, and our gay heroes and their guardian spirit are haunting a forest. What do they do there? How do they occupy the endless time in their ambiguously undead afterlife? Do they get bored? Do they take vacation breaks to the Ethereal Planes / Moonpaths / spirit worlds of choice? Do they play mysterious music and creep out all of northern Valdemar? Do they listen in on passing Heralds' business? (I know Yfandes was supposed to be the watcher who terrified Talia in Arrow's Flight.) Any answers you can come up with would be welcome here.
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So if my fuzzy memory of the end of Storm Breaking serves (and maybe it doesn't), after Ghost Van and Stef are released from their ghostly existence by sacrificing themselves to stop the second Cataclysm, they are 'moved along' to the next phase of their existence. I remember getting the impression that they didn't go to the Havens which is why they weren't available to appear in any sort of dreams or visions to let everyone know they were fine and happy and resting for the first time in centuries, which I remember feeling was totally unfair, guarding Sorrows for 500 years does not seem like a fair substitute for chilling in the Havens.

All this rambling is leading up to the prompt. What happens when Vanyel and Stefen's ghostly existence ends? I'm happy if you want to write silly fluff of them going to the Havens anyway or PWP of Van getting spitroasted by Tylendel and Stefen because it's the Havens, I'm sure they could somehow work that out. Or do they go to be future-Heralds? Does Vanyel become the most emo Companion ever? How can anyone possibly not know a Companion named Vanyil isn't him? Does he particularly enjoy the company of a stallion named Tilendal? These are all questions that have plagued me over the years. Please answer! (Though I prefer if things don't go to the Lavan place)

Something tells me I'd be a fan of the Cardassian repetitive epic The Never-Ending Sacrifice. /DS9 reference

LHM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU

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From: (Anonymous)
That is all :) Can be Van/Lendel or Van/Stef, as long as Vanyel is the Beast.

FILL: Le Barde et la Bête - Vanyel/Stefen

Date: 2015-08-23 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Every night the creature asked Stefen to leave, and every night Stefen refused.

Asked, not begged, though Stefen was sure it would soon come to that. It didn't matter, though, because he had determined not to leave, and that was that.

He had lived three months with the creature in the gloom-shrouded manor, since the night his guardian had stolen a single black rose from the garden. "Not dyed," she'd told him in a hush, beckoning him to join her at the iron gate. "A true black rose; it'll fetch a pretty price at the apothecary." Hesitant, he'd reached for the stem, but she whisked it from him with a cackle.

The gate had opened at the sound, and a figure stood before them. The night clung to him, the moonlight shied away, and he was nothing more than shape and rasping voice: "You've trespassed, hag, and you've a price to pay."

She bowed and sniveled at the creature's feet, promising recompense to his lordship, but when he said the price would be her life lived out on those shadowed grounds in replacement of the stolen rose, her face closed up cold and sly. "My life, your lordship?"

"Any life would do as well or better."

Stefen knew in that instant that he was to serve the sentence for his guardian's crime. Looking into her crooked face and calculating eyes, he determined that a life of imprisonment with an unknown monster was preferable to another day with her. He followed the creature through the black spiraling gate without hesitation, even as it rang shut behind him.

In the hollow gilding of candlelight, he got his first full look at the creature. The height of a man but hunched and twisted, swathed in dark velvet as if to ward himself from winter winds though it was the heart of summer. A sliver of bare skin at his throat was white as bone. And his face--Stefen could not see the creature's face. He wore a mask of dark and curling metal, charred iron that seemed to shift beneath the gaze. The mask was affixed through no visible string or clasp, but the skin around the edges was red and raw.

Through the narrow eyeholes shone a pair of eyes so cold and brightly silver they could not possibly be human.

For the first month they hardly spoke. The creature told him which room to sleep in, which room to eat in, which rooms not to set foot in. He listed no consequences but Stefen heard the dire promise in each ragged syllable. Stefen was grateful at least to be allowed use of the library or he might have gone mad the first week. He saw no one but the creature; invisible servitors made the beds, cooked the meals, cleared the dishes, stoked the fires.

And kept the candles lit all day long, for there were few windows and the curtains were always closed. The only night Stefen wept was the night he realized he may never see the sun again.

The next day, eyes dry, he ventured down to find the creature gone, as he sometimes was. The unexplained absences often lasted well into the evening. The damask walls muffled Stefen's footsteps; in defiance of the silence, he hummed as he walked the halls. He found himself at the end of a hallway before a tall, plain door of new wood. Biting his lips, he put his hand to the gleaming brass knob and found it unlocked. Within was a sphere--glass, or some other substance--suspended at heart-level in the center of the empty chamber. Within the sphere hung a many-petaled rose, as black as that the hag had stolen, and as fresh as if it still grew from the ground. The floor below was scattered with fallen petals.

No, the chamber was not empty. On the floor beneath the petals lay an open book. Stefen knelt to read from the open page, hands behind his back, hardly daring to breathe lest he disturb pages or petals.

own hand you have lost a life not yours to lose," said the Shadow.

"I'll pay with mine," said Vanyel, knife in hand.

The Shadow laughed. "Nor is your own life yours to lose. You'll remain in his home, and you'll tend his gardens, and you'll preserve yourself and them alive within these walls until you've earned true love again."

"And if the roses die?"

"You'll replace them with new lives, to also live within these walls."

"If I cannot?"

"If you will not keep your house in order, it will keep you; if you lose a life without balancing it, you will live here forever, and will never love again. Now come, let me affix


Guilt surging through his gut, Stefen backed away quickly and shut the door as silently as he could--but the creature had not returned, and his trespass was undiscovered. He had a thought, though, and renewed his exploration through permitted rooms and closets until he found what he sought.

After the invisible servants cleared away dinner that night, Stefen retreated to the downstairs parlor. He perched on an overstuffed velvet settee and drew out the lute he'd hidden under it. His fingers warmed to the strings like they embraced an old friend. Though he had little training, gleaned piecemeal from minstrels at street corners and taverns, he could strum a simple tune well enough to accompany his voice.

Singing, quiet, a strain of plaintive ballad like wavering sunlight in the gloom. Stefen's heart lightened with every syllable, and he closed his eyes to sink more rapturously into the melody. Only when he finished and opened his eyes again did he see the creature lurking in the doorway.

They stared a moment, and Stefen saw the heart of the ballad in those plaintive eyes. Emboldened by the creature's stillness he dared to ask, though he knew the answer, "What's your name?"

"Vanyel," said the creature, the sound of a song forgotten on the wind.

Stefen rose, still clutching the lute. "My name's Stefen. Do you--d'you like music?"

A choking sound, a cry or laugh, and the creature subsided into the dark of the hallway. Stefen stood still a moment, heart racing, and then sat back down to play another tune.

A new pattern emerged. Every night after dinner, Stefen played and sang; every night Vanyel stood in the doorway and listened. The servitors began lighting more candles in the parlor, and it became a pocket of brightness in the gloomy manor. Every night, when the last notes faded away, Vanyel said, "You should not be here. Will you leave?"

And every night Stefen's heart tore for missing the light of day, but he recalled the words of the book and knew he could not condemn any man or creature to a life without hope of love. So every night he answered, "I won't," and watched the creature slip again away.

Eventually the creature left the doorway, slow off-kilter movements carrying him a footstep into the bright parlor. The next night, two footsteps. After two months of this, Stefen ran low on songs to play, so he spent his days composing new ones. He rehearsed in the hours the creature spent away. His clumsy fingers became limber and certain, and he found he had a knack for words. He poured every thwarted wish from his life on the streets into the music, he wrapped his deepest desires into metaphor more true than plain words.

When he shared his first original piece, the creature finally sat on the other end of the settee, and Stefen couldn't remember what the fear of him had felt like. He sang of solitude and comfort, of a light in the darkness, of black roses blooming red again. He sang of mirrors, shrouded, then uncovered. He sang of silver eyes.

"You should not be here," said the creature when he finished. "Will you leave?"

"I won't," said Stefen, and waited for the creature to vanish.

But Vanyel stayed, hunched around himself, shoulders twitching and hands stretching, contorting like claws digging into the plush settee. "What song was that?" he whispered.

Stefen set the lute down on the floor and turned to face Vanyel, who seemed so much smaller, now, no taller than Stefen himself, and so thin--

He held his breath as he reached to trace the cold, brutal lines of the mask. "Yours," he answered. "I wrote it for you."

Before he could think better of it, before the flash of fear in silver eyes could turn him away, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the carved lips of the creature's mask. A muffled gasp, a moan of longing or terror, Stefen cupped his hands around the iron approximations of cheekbones to hold Vanyel in place.

And beneath his hands he felt the mask come loose.

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Vanyel/Tylendel Boarding School AU

Date: 2015-08-14 04:59 pm (UTC)
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Vanyel is a rich kid. Tylendel is a scholarship kid. They probably would never have crossed paths, except they've been paired up to work in the school's private stables...

Deveran/Ylyna or Ylyna- Underage, Fix it

Date: 2015-08-14 05:29 pm (UTC)
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So how about Deveran not being the most massive dick in the world to his underaged child-bride, eh? Or basically anything that lets her have a happy life.

I'll take literally anything, including Ylyna getting unexpectedly and inconveniently Chosen at the wedding, the scene that had to have happened with Tashir's birth to end with "First babies are often early, especially when the mother is fourteen! Isn't my son adorable?", and/or Deveran declaring war based on the injustice they'd done to his bride. Possibly while he wears a kilt, no shirt, and holds her swooning form tenderly against his massive pectoral muscles (basically, replace Deveran with a better class of character).

...if you want them both to be super into sex for the purposes of getting her pregnant, I will not object to a solid sprinkling of breeding kink.

Van/Stef, same age AU, rivals, initial dislike

Date: 2015-08-14 11:10 pm (UTC)
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Van and Stef are the same (or similar) ages, and they meet in one of Van's classes at the Collegium after Van gets sent to live with Savil. Stef, being lowborn, talented, gorgeous and totally, shamelessly out, totally rubs Van the wrong way and sets off all his insecurities. Van gets really snippy, defensive and maybe even socially cruel towards Stef, while secretly growing really confused about how he feels around him - as he did with Lendel, but complicated by Stef's musical talent/Van's jealousy thereof, and his lowly social class. Meanwhile, Stef thinks Van is beautiful but a total prig, and he would LOVE to wipe that sneer off his face, with his cock. How do they get over themselves & make out? You tell me.

Mini-fill: Van/Stef rivals

Date: 2015-08-30 05:01 am (UTC)
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Vanyel stared coldly at the knots in the pinewood of Stefen's door, as if his eyes could scratch through the wood. On the other side, someone ignored him and kept playing some foul Eastern ditty - and he was quite sure it was Stefen, because he was quite sure he'd seen Stefen's warty roommate sneak out of Bardic Collegium's side-door before he'd dared enter, doubtless for a foul and illicit night out in Haven. Only Stefen would insult him by keeping him waiting - and who else would be calling at this hour but he? Was there anyone else who Stefen had goaded - deliberately sought to offend and belittle - as much as he?

Stefen's presumptiousness would have been enough cause for rage. But his perversion - his complete shamelessness - was like poison creeping black under the ice around him. The sooner he warned Stefen away from him, the better.

The music beyond rose to a final crescendo, a pulse of more than sound passing through the wood - Stefen, the ingrate, was Gifted and was happily abusing that responsibility even without the benefit of an audience. Vanyel could feel it washing against him - the glorious end of a heroic tale that meant little to him, but his heart drifted unwilingly into its swell. He reached a hand to the doorjamb, swaying with hate - how dare you - how dare you toy with me as you make me wait -

The door opened with a creak. Stefen looked at him - Stefen, in a rumpled undershirt and no shoes, looking no better than he was - and smirked as he stepped out of the doorway. "Milord Vanyel," the apprentice mocked him and Vanyel shoved his way inside. Stefen stepped back from him, blinking bemusedly and ineffectually smoothing the new creases in his shirt. He sat back on his stool with surprising grace, grabbing his gittern by the neck. "Come to play with me?" he asked, without visible nerves. Oh, he had nerve.

"I came to ask you," he stressed the word dangerously, "to leave me the hells alone."

A look of pure innocence affixed itself on Stefen's triangular face. "Why milord, however have I offended you?"

That word always sounded like mockery from his lips - a perversion of everything Vanyel had. "You mock me constantly, like it's a game to you. Don't think I don't know about the lies you told Tashi about me."

Stefen's face creased in confusion. "The lies I...? Oh, that. I heard she'd been spreading that one around. But I never told her you were jealous of me. I think she drew her own conclusions."

"You're lying, you lie all the time -"

"Oh, everything I do and say is beneath you, I'm sure," purred Stefen insolently. "Remind me again, why are you here?"

"To give you a piece of my mind and tell you to leave me alone -"

"Give me a break," Stefen smiled at him, the damnable fool. "No, I know why I bother you and yelling at me won't change it."

"What do you mean?" he snarled.

"I mean the way you look at me. Don't think I've not seen you looking." His smile fell away, leaving behind a look as plain as a knife-edge. "You want me," Stefen said. "I used to wonder if you were just curious - but no, you're as shaych as I am. Or you wouldn't be here."

"You filthy gutter pervert," he snapped. "How - how dare you insinuate -"

"I wasn't insinuating, milord. I'm saying as I see." Stefen shrugged. "You need to talk about it first? I'm fine with taking it slow -"

"How dare you," Vanyel said again, ice cracking in his voice, dreams threatening him with their nebulous, unthinkable tendrils. "I've nothing more to say to the likes of you."

"Well, then," and Stefen moved on him spider-fast, hands at his shoulders pushing him back against the wall, pinning him, hot knives buried in walls of ice, and Stef's face so close to his he could barely breathe. "And they said you were all talk and pretty eyes. I knew they were wrong about you -" and his lips seized Vanyel's.

He couldn't move. Couldn't, wouldn't feel anything - he can't make me be like he is - and Stefen's lips were hot enough to melt stone. He felt them cutting through everything he was - every protection and pretense - and asking, demanding that he melt right back into them.

But he couldn't. I'm not - I can't be like that. He remained still as a statue, feeling ice bowing and cracking and begging it to hold. To protect him if only he believed in it.

Stefen stepped away, not concealing his disappointment - or his thoughtfulness. He shook his head, and sat back on his stool, for all the world as if some passing interest had disspated. "I can't take boys like you. Feels like I'm being played with."

"You can talk," Vanyel somehow grated out.

"So I can, milord. I like playing games, but only if everyone's having a good time." He reached for the gittern again, and his fingers shaped a chord. "I don't take advantage of those who don't know how to play." He began strumming out the opening of the Westwich March, and Vanyel knew he was only doing it to show off the complex fingering, and rage took him again. That perfect playing. And he knew only one way to make it stop and end all of the confusion in his mind - all of the fear of how good he is, so much better than I could ever be - and he crossed the room in a stride and grabbed Stefen's face to kiss him again.

Stefen gasped, and for a golden moment Vanyel felt like he had taken the upper hand, surprised Stefen and conquered him, but then the growing smirk against his lips tore his world in two. "Called it," he whispered, and Vanyel shook, disbelief at himself becoming fear. How could I...? "And I won't tell, so you got a choice now. You can go out there and keep pretending that everything's okay, that you're just like everyone else. Or you can stay here and tell me about what the hell's got into you. Because no one except me is going to listen. And I only ever mocked you because I knew you weren't honest about what you are. Milord," he added, and bowed his head.

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Gryphon/Human, M/f or M/m

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Male gryphon fucking a human, please! Depending on the characters, I’d be happy with anything from happy consensual sex to dubcon, but am not looking for anything super violent or strictly noncon. There’s something in Winds of Fate that mentions it’s easy to fall under gryphons’ mental aura in general, plus there’s the whole mating spell sexual energies things, which I’d love to see played around with. (There’s probably way more in the actual gryphons trilogy but I haven’t gotten around to rereading that yet, whoops)

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So there's a few ways I can see this going, Prompter!Anon, and maybe you can point me in the direction you're thinking of.

To you, a gryphon's undercarriage most likely involves which of the following:
a) a spiked cat dick
b) a corkscrew duck dick
c) a giant horse dick
d) a knotting dog dick
e) a Bad Dragon gryphon dick

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There’s a lot of weird shit out in the Pelagirs, and we know that a great deal of the plants and animals have a taste for human flesh. Considering the number of creepy pervert mages mucking around out there, it doesn’t seem too implausible that some of the plants might have a…different…sort of taste for human flesh.

I’m cool with any human character you’d like to write receiving the plants’ affections, but would give triple bonus points for young inexperienced Firesong filling in on a scout’s patrol and getting in way over his head.

Noncon, dubcon, sex pollen, super rough, uncomfortably gentle, all OK by me :) But no vore, please, and no permanent enslavement/entrapment :)
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Maybe a little more horror than you're looking for, Prompter!Anon. (Tree using Hawkbrother scouts as incubators for its seeds.)


Firesong knew that he needed to get up and leave. Distantly, very secondary to every other thought in his mind, but he did know that he could not trust this creature. If he did not go back--to pass on warnings, to tell the vale what he had found--then the missing scouts tangled in the thing's roots would surely perish.

Indeed, so would he.

Firesong looked up into the massive branches, saw seven bondbirds perched, unmolested but unresponsive. They were not dead. That was promising, was it not?

He approached it, studying the bodies for faces he knew, and found the four missing k'Treva scouts easily. The other three he did not know. Whiteloon, the most recently disappeared, lay flat on his back at the base of the tree, clothes folded neatly beside him.

His eyes followed Firesong's approach, devoid of curiosity and sense, his mouth stretched wide around a branch as thick as Firesong's wrist. This close, Firesong could see the slow pulse of the plant's limb, the matching rise and fall of Winterloon's throat as he swallowed the--sap? Firesong did not know.

A quiet sound drew his eyes downward, to the grotesque impalement of Winterloon's body. Three roots invaded his ass, each only sightly thinner than the one in his mouth. The fluid pumping into him through those was oozing back out, Winterloon's guts swelled like he had been impregnated, round and full beneath the cage of his ribs. He must be too full to take more.

Winterloon's cock was hard, Firesong noticed, curiously detached from that knowledge. Glistening white tendrils climbed it like vines on a trellis, all meeting at the tip where they dove into Winterloon's body again. The liquid dripping from Winterloon's cock was white, not the translucent green that was flowing from his ass, and Firesong suspected it was semen rather than some substance produced by the plant.

Fascinating.

Moonshine had disappeared two weeks before Winterloon--had been lost with her partner, Nightowl. Their hands were clasped, Firesong saw, though their eyes were as vacant as Winterloon's. Both stood, somewhat, held upright by vines and branches binding their limbs. Moonshine's legs were painted with green sap where he could see her skin, and the vines were two thick in her cunt, and two thick in her ass. There was room for more--they had pulled her open until both openings gaped--but even as Firesong watched, something about as large as an egg slid out of her, falling into a pile of similarly white spheres. Her belly was less rounded than Winterloon's, the contents of it spilled onto the forest floor.

Incubators Firesome thought. Nightowl squirmed, thrashing in his bonds, and Firesong's attention flickered to him. A pile of seeds lay beneath him as well, and he must be empty, for a pair of vines were joining the two spearing Nightowl, heedless of his muted whimpers. To refill him with seeds, and make him birth the tree's young again.

Firesong found Skygoose, who had disappeared almost a month ago, and approached him slowly, kneeling in front of the former scout. Skygoose was on his hands and knees, less bound than the other three. His eyes met Firesong's, blinking in recognition as he suckled the vine in his mouth and fucked himself on the vine--only one, but very thick--that penetrated him from behind.

He ducked his head to look down Skygoose's front, and found his stomach almost flat, his cock leaking a continuous stream of come onto a sticky pile of seeds. Firesong breathed in sharply, meeting Skygoose's eyes again.

The scout winked.

It will not be be difficult to destroy, Firesong reasoned, loosening the ties of his shirt. And they have come to no real harm, it seems...

He heard Nightowl settle and stop struggling, contented now that he was properly plugged.

Firesong turned, finding a thick vine hovering like a tree snake waiting to strike. Sap glistened over its length, and it smelled delicious.

High above, he heard Aya settling into the branches.



(Firesong totally burns the tree to ash and saves everyone when he wakes up in like a week. Not permanent!)

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Date: 2015-08-15 02:24 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I've read a couple of 'Tylendel lives' fics, and I love them, and I want more.

What I haven't read yet is Tylendel lives, Gala doesn't repudiate him, and Vanyel still gets Chosen. And I want this. I want them to get over the clusterfuck that was Gating out to Ty's blood enemies somehow. They become an awesome duo of Herald-Mages who get ballads written about both their deeds and their love.

And then Leareth's schemes claim Tylendel.

>:D

Re: Tylendel/Vanyel, Tylendel lives

Date: 2015-08-16 02:26 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This prompt is perfect. I think I shrieked a little when I read that last line.

Any/Any(/Any?) Caught in a Waystation

Date: 2015-08-15 06:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The bridge is washed away, the path is covered with snow, the wind is really cold, and there's no way they're leaving this Waystation until at least next week.

Which obviously leads to them fucking to stave off boredom, to keep warm, to consummate the marriage ceremony they just performed for themselves out of boredom, and/or because they find each other hot.

(Anything based on this prompt is welcome, including platonic, not-sex versions. No need to confirm with me, just go ahead and write your version of a Valdemar Canadian Shack fic.)
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ML skips right over the first couple of months of their relationship. It could not have been an easy adjustment for either of them, with their myriad issues and lack of (healthy) relationship experience. Arguing, angst, maybe Vanyel thinking this was all a huge mistake at one point...

Vanyel/Tantras incompatible orientation h/c

Date: 2015-08-15 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
You know that one scene between Charlie and Patrick in Perks of Being a Wallflower?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK9lE4yxziM

What if Vanyel and Tantras has an experience similar to that before or after Magic's Promise, most likely before when Vanyel was at his lowest and loneliest?

hertasi revolution

Date: 2015-08-15 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
How did they come from Gervase the Lizard Wizard to existing to fetch clean towels for the Tayledras? And what if they don't want to any more?

Re: hertasi revolution

Date: 2015-08-15 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ahahah I love this :D

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Tylendal/Vanyel/Staven threesome

Date: 2015-08-16 12:45 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
What if Staven (Tylendal's twin) came for a visit while Vanyel and Tylendal were together? And what if Tylendal persuaded everyone to try a threesome?

Can also be an "Everyone Lives" AU.

FILL: Equilibrium

Date: 2015-08-25 03:45 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This will be multiple parts over the next few days, and I'm not quite sure yet how deep this rabbit hole will go, but here we are . . . ♥

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I'm really not sure how this would happen, but it's always bothered me that there was never anything good about any of his incarnations. All the evil companion fic always works out great, so... maybe good!Ma'ar could, too?

Talia hurt/comfort

Date: 2015-08-16 02:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Talia's my forever girl, and I just really want some hurt/comfort fic for her. Perhaps something about her recovering from all the trauma that happens to her at the end of Arrow's Fall?

Ideally, I'd rather the person doing the comfort not be Dirk.

FILL: Talia & Elspeth H/C - mini-fill

Date: 2015-08-30 02:17 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Kind of a quieter sort of H/C, hope it works for you!

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"The Sleeping Garden"

Gritting her teeth, Talia gave in to the pain and lowered herself onto the garden bench. At least she was tucked out of the way where nobody could see her; the garden was out of season for blooming, and was currently little more than neat patches of grass and dead tangled bushes.

The garden looked about how Talia felt. She’d been married two months now and was just starting to get back on her feet—literally, of course, and figuratively too. She’d sat in on a council meeting earlier, and insisted on walking in under her own power. Insisted on wearing regular Whites instead of layers of warm robes. Dirk had fussed, of course, but at last given way.

Now she was paying for her stubbornness, she thought ruefully. Her feet ached, a slow pain—bearable, very bearable, but she was so tired of bearing things. She felt dormant. No longer dead, at least, but resting, and spring was a long ways away.

She heard footsteps crunching in the gravel, and looked up to see a cloud of brown curls and a pinched brow. Heard a satisfied call of discovery: “Talia!”

Elspeth. The Heir must need her for something. Talia straightened up on the bench and schooled her expression into what she hoped was a wise, sympathetic one.

“Oh, stop that,” said Elspeth, rolling her eyes.

Talia blinked. “What?”

“Your ‘Queen’s Own Face.’ Cut it out, will you?”

Talia blinked again, and realized that Elspeth, in addition to the cross expression, came with a bundle of blankets in her arms—and a cane. Talia slumped down a bit on the bench. “What are you doing out here, then?”

Elspeth shrugged, dropped the cane, and sat down on the bench. “Mother told me you walked into council today. She said you looked great, so I figured you probably felt like shit, actually.” She threw the blankets in the general direction of Talia’s shoulders.

Amused despite herself, Talia obliged and wrapped the blankets around herself. She felt as puffed-up as a fox in winter. As Elspeth kept talking about Queen Selenay’s inability to assess her councilors’ physical conditions, which segued into a general discussion of the other councilors’ inability to hide their hangovers, which segued into a hilarious recounting of that one time the other week when all the Herald-Trainees got completely smashed out in the Companions’ Field—

More than the blankets, Elspeth’s chatter left Talia feeling safe and warm. The cane would be for later, when she finally had to hobble back to Dirk. But for now, in the sleeping garden she could forget her bruises.

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Lavan/???, Dubcon or Noncon

Date: 2015-08-16 05:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I am rereading Brightly Burning and have a dire need for dubcon or noncon for poor Lavan Chitward. Could be something while he’s at school (maybe the sixth form students’ bullying extends into sexual abuse? maybe instead of or in addition to the flogging they’re starting to gang rape him when his powers manifest?) or at the Collegium (maybe he goes along with sex with someone he isn’t into because he thinks he ought to and he doesn’t realize he’s lifebonded to his magic horse?) or on the warfront, whatever strikes your fancy :)
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