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This is mainly directed at existing readers, but for those who have not read the story, you can find it here for reference: https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/1399190
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This is mainly directed at existing readers, but for those who have not read the story, you can find it here for reference: https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/1399190
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Beside being the lycan-master, what does Lucian have that attracts so many woman? (he seems a bit rude with woman in general)
Do you think that Freyja and Allegra would look like they could be relatives?
He can be terribly rude. If I were to make a list, I'd say...
Sexual appeal of both his appearance and voice
He is extremely powerful in lycan society (essentially a king ordained by his position as lycan-master)
Morrigan has been spreading a rumour for centuries that he has an extraordinary prowess when it comes to providing ladies with pleasure in the bedroom
I think Allegra sees herself in Freyja. Assuming Allegra is blond that week, they could look like relatives. (I have now fully embraced the idea that Allegra changes her hair colour to suit her mood or the requirements of the century.)
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Chapter 34: A Plague of Thought
Ten hours later.
With the dogs snapping at his heels, Lucian walked briskly down a hallway, slipped through his bedroom door, shut the door behind him, and for the first time in hours, let his head rest on a surface that was not surrounded by people. Escape, he thought. All he wanted was an escape. Meetings, dinners, drills, paperwork. Even the blood-forsaken murder investigation was getting under his skin.
He was tired, and his limbs were aching. Ignoring the bath and the dinner, he stumbled towards the bed. All he wanted was to sleep. His boots off, his shirt thrown the side, and the trousers having to make do with staying on.
He collapsed on the bed, curling into the blankets like a grave, reminding himself to take a dose before he slept...
…and then falling asleep.
The laudanum, the morphine, the opium at his bedside table untouched. The clock continuing to tick, tick, tick beside his ear. Sleep taking him down into its embrace. Caressing his neck, his back, his throat…and then inexplicably, telling him to march towards a light.
The embers glowing from afar, telling him that he had to be quick. That the iron was hot. That the colour was just right for forging...
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659734
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Chapter 33: An Inquiry of Blood-Spatter
The next day…
Exile's Quarter. Whitechapel. 19th November 1899.
It was two in the afternoon. Nikolai Proshkov Andreev was earning his keep, seated on the edge of a metal washbasin, his hand clamped around a rusty old lamp in need of fuel. There were sounds around him. Steam whistling, the clank and clatter of machinery, the hum of a society swallowed by trains.
For just over a week now, he had lived in Exile's Quarter, helping where help was needed, doing what needed to be done. He shared a bunk with three others, his few possessions kept in a trunk without lock or key. Like all the exiles, he had been given a scent card, his name scrawled on the back, the material instilled with a scent for which he did not have the nose.
That scent was the only thing stopping the street-lycans from mauling his throat. Something that let him walk free on the streets of London…
…it also made certain the Blackmarks knew exactly where to find him.
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659716
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#writing#fanfiction#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#writers and readers#fanfic#ao3#what have i done#oh dear
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Chapter 32: A Drop of Reassurance
Outside the Lycan Prisons. 12:27 am.
It was a case of clouds and thunder without the rain, the driver notably absent, the horses silent, raised with the scent of blood, so even a murder would not make them whicker. Lucian could see the hansom cab waiting at the far end of the street, one of the few that would linger regardless of time.
Careful not to let the grime touch his suit, he turned back to the task at hand, crouching down, sniffing the air beneath the tainted carriage, combing and discarding the various scents. Blood. Perfume. Axle-grease. Sodium hydroxide.
Melted flesh
His eyes swept back to Sarah Henderson, the fat, middle-aged chambermaid whose dearest friend was the murdered Mary Parker.
Someone had propped her against the wheel, pouring lye over her neck, making it difficult to find a solid bite or claw mark. No sign that Henderson…no, the victim…better to call her the victim. No sign that the victim had moved after its application, death occurring before the lye, the throat resembling nothing short of a charred waterfall spilling onto the street. While the shirt-collar…
He frowned.
The shirt-collar was only mildly stained, the red stitches readable. All of these clues adding up to something. Gingerly, he let his nails grow by an inch, unpinning the scent-card without disturbing the body.
Three points.
One, the killer wanted the body found, yet felt compelled to mask his or her bite. Two, the killer knew where the lycan prisons were and that he, the lycan-master, would be visiting at this precise hour. Three, and most peculiar of all, Sarah Henderson had not been wearing that dress when she died. Yet why, out of all these things, did that third point trouble his brain the most?
Why should it bother him that the killer would redress his prey after pouring the lye...
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659692
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Chapter 31: A Match for a Candle
Shaftesbury Avenue, Westminster, 11:21 pm. 18 November, 1899.
The carriage was moving, the soot-covered bricks of the Lyric Theatre fading behind them. Fading but regrettably not forgotten, decided Lucian, staring with some discontent at the figure across from him.
Jacqueline.
It was the final hour of her outing. She was lounging in her furs, the scent of rose and jasmine idly drifting from her fan. Without question, perfect in form, graceful when fate opted to nurture rather than needle her sentiments. Her English refined, her French faultless…
"Did you like it," she asked, shifting her legs provocatively beneath her gown, enough glass-beaded silk to clothe all of Westminster. Her face was now partially obscured by a theatre programme, an elaborate printing with the words Florodora strewn across the cover. "…that ungainly woman called it 'risqué,' but I thought it was delightful. Elegant." Her curls were keeping time with her voice. "Only a spinster would say otherwise."
Unable to muster much else, he said, "Mm." Had he been listening, he might have stuck up for the spinster. He might have indicated that Florodora was the worst production he'd seen since Shakespeare's Henry the VIII burned down the Globe Theatre. But 'Mm' had satisfied Jacqueline on many an occasion, and reason told him it would suffice for one more.
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659671
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Other than Lyosha or Reinette, who is your favorite character to write?
Allegra
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Do you already know how the prelude will end?
Yes
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Is Erling inspired by Kraven?
I believe they carry similar frustrations, occupy similar places in society (heirs in waiting), and can cause tremendous havoc...
...but Erling is not directly inspired by Kraven. Or at least he is not meant to be (but who knows what my subconscious has done over the years).
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Chapter 30: Spoil the Child
The East Wing. 8:27pm.
Knock.
And then…
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!
From the door, this very quick and very persistent stream of knocks caught their attention; someone was trying their utmost to be heard while being quiet.
On the floor, Rena seemed to uncurl. She sniffed, and then swiftly took the key from her belt, stepping forward to unlock the door. What met them when she did could be described in a single word: desperate.
The handle had barely turned before Sabine rushed into the room, her hands scrunched around what appeared to be a torn, silken dressing gown. The girl was breathing fast like a hare that had just escaped from some ungainly beast, her eyes too wide, her teeth starting to lose their point on the edge of safety.
"Rena," she said, collapsing into the woman's arms. Rena neither held nor pushed the girl away. Sabine did not seem to notice. There were angry tears in her eyes…and with a fervency that bridged on fire, she took Rena's hand, pointed at the door, and cried, "Ich hasse sie!"
Ich hasse sie.
From her seat, Reinette folded her arms over the wooden back of the chair, listening with a frown on her face.
German.
They were words she had never heard before …but from the tears, 'ich', 'hasse', and 'sie' were things that Sabine felt very strongly about.
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659629
Source
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Chapter 29: Saffron in the Garden
He pushed against the cold, iron handle.
Locked.
Through two layers of glass, he could see the prize inside, calendulas, chrysanthemums, snapdragons, poppies...he was especially curious to see how well the poppies were doing in his three-month absence.
"Wait here."
Her response was prompt. "For how long?"
So she was talking to him again.
"Less than ten minutes," he said with a vague wave of the arm. "…just muck about the garden or something. Get a feel for the place."
He edged along the conservatory, picking up rocks here and there, placing them back as accurately as possible. The key was around here somewhere, but Whitby had a habit of changing the hiding place every second moon.
"Muck about," she said. "You mean wander?"
"Yes, wander…" He sniffed the air…and then changed direction, following the whiff of tobacco coming from the wall on his left. "…but try and stick to a path. We have a number of snowdrops, and yes, I have a mind to see them grow this winter."
As expected, her smell tipped from mild confusion into utter skepticism. She thought he was being sarcastic. Lycans might jest with one another, but when push came to shove, most were comfortable enough in their masculinity that they could admit reading poetry without an axe, and yes…having snowdrops planted in a garden.
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659551
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I've been reading Prelude since 2019, I can't wait for the next chapters!I love reading this story on rainy days...What would you say to Reinette and Lucian if you could talk to them? :)
One of you is a lycan, the other is a vampire — please do not kill me.
(Also thank you for reading! ❤️)
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i hate Erling
Just writting to say
That. I. Hate. Erling
Why people hate Freyja? Shes just a woman marrying a user! No, no WE HAVE HER BROTHER TO HATE
He is quite awful 😅
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I have the dream of becoming a director and negotiating a prelude adaptation with you 😭 what could not be missing in the series?
The next chapter for one thing 😅 (But I'm working on it!)
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I really don't believe that freyja is chaste tbh 😂 not after her tempting Lucian in Theo 67 chapter
And i dont think that Erling actually cares for his sister, shes also just a pawn for him
Well, Lucian is beber lucky with his in laws anyway (got this? Got this?)
Terrible...terrible...luck with in-laws. 😆
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