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scifrey · 3 months
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NINE-TENTHS
Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which his family says he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life.
The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.) Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.
When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.
Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance.
And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.
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A sassy, queer, alternate universe romance from Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2011 author J.M. Frey. Wrapped in discussions of autonomy and colonialism, Nine-Tenths meets in the middle between Red, White & Royal Blue and the Temeraire series.
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Part One
There's this thing in stories called the "inciting incident". 
And mine? It's a goddamn doozy.
It’s the part of the book, right at the start, where the lovers have their meet-cute, the farm boy leaves for the wider world, the Chosen One is attacked by her first evil monster, blah, blah, blah. You know what I mean. It's the place where everything opens up and you have no idea what you're in for—only that it'll be exciting.
I know all about Inciting Incidents because I was going to be a writer.
No, I thought I was going to be a writer. Historical romance, that’s my jam. Dukes, rakes, windblown-gowns, dropped handkerchiefs, cliffside confessions—I am a slut for that stuff. Forget real history (totally flunked ‘We’re-Feeding-You-Colonialist-Narratives-Disguised-As-Education’ 101). Give me made-up kingdoms and far-flung pirates. Give me the fantasy of a happily ever after that lasts beyond ‘the end’. Give coffee and stories, and I am a content boy.
But right before he got sick, in the summer between my first and second year of university, my Dad and I had a serious talk about writing. How much work it is. How long it takes to start paying off. Backup plans.
And then… after, I thought, well, he wasn’t wrong. If life was going to be pointlessly, stupidly, cruelly short, then I should spend my time trying to do something good, right? I switched majors. Science makes sense. Science is logical. Science creates vaccines and saves lives. Science can bring species back from the brink of extinction. Science doesn’t break your heart.
All of this is to say that I can—with complete and utter certainty—point to the exact moment when my life became a trash fire. It was my twenty-fourth birthday, and my big sister Gemma gave me the dumbest, but totally plot-inciting gift: a sunrise alarm clock.
The Incident starts like this, in Mum’s pokey poppies-and-roosters kitchen, with Gemma leaning on the back of my chair: 
"I have a perfectly good alarm clock." I hold up my phone, then let it slap back down onto the plastic tablecloth. "Goes ding when there's stuff."
My sister heaves the kind of sigh only eldest-born siblings make, indulgent and frustrated at the same time. I love making her make that noise. It's hilarious.
"It wakes you up gently," Gem says. "So you’re not cranky."
"I’m not cranky in the mornings."
Everyone laughs. I may have snapped at Stuart this morning when he shook my foot through my childhood bed sheets like an aggressive chihuahua. Okay. So I'm cranky in the mornings.
"I don't see how it's supposed to work." Stu grabs the clock. "How can you see the light if your eyes are closed?"
As the younger brother of twin siblings, I am used to having the toys I’m playing with pulled out of my hands. Instead of trying to snatch it back, I fiddle with the iridescent green bow that was on my present, then stick it to my ear. Mum smirks at my accessory, but otherwise her prim little 'all my babies are home to roost' face stays in place.
I'm the only one of us who went away to school, and stayed away. Gem came back to live with Mum straight after she finished her undergrad, so Mum wouldn't be alone in the house. Stuart never left the city, though he's got his own place now. But that's why I stayed away after I graduated last year. Mum and Gem don't need me, and if I came back, Stu would try to get me to join his crew.
I go weak in the knees for the kind of person jacked enough to pick me up and consensually throw me around. Standing on a roof next to a whole crew of pretty roughs trying to help them replace shingles? That's gonna lead to me swooning and dying of a broken neck. Stu doesn’t want that on his conscience.
Because she's a bossy know-it-all, Gem takes my present from Stu and opens it to show me how it works. She huffs. "You can see sunlight through your eyelids. It just works, okay?"
Stu helps himself to another piece of my birthday cake, licking the icing off his fingers and the serving knife. Mum slaps the hand holding the knife, and Stu flushes up and sets it down. He descends on his third piece like a wolf, but at least now he's watching his manners.
"There's an instruction manual," I point out as Gem tosses the booklet on the table.
"The day you read the instructions," Mum says, "is the day I'll know for sure the fairies really swapped you."
It's an old joke, being the Changeling child. I'm the only one of them with dark hair. The rest of my family are blond as heck.
Mum’s grinning into that little curl in the side of her mouth that holds secrets. Dad always called it Mum's 'Peter Pan Kiss’. He'd wrap his arms around her waist and kiss that corner, and Mum would swat at him for ruining her lipstick.
Thinking about Dad reminds me he's dead.
I hate the swoop-and-stab sensation in my chest that comes with remembering. Especially when there's a moment you want to share, and you turn your head to his chair and start composing the sentence in your head: "Hey, Mum's doing that—" and then you stop.
You stop composing. Stop turning. Stop thinking about sharing. Stop breathing.
Because that chair is empty.
Dad's dead.
And you'll never get the chance to point out the Peter Pan kiss again. Or watch Mum swat him. Or listen to him tease us for falling for Mum's Old World fairy stories. Or hear his stupid har-har-har donkey laugh, thick with his French accent.
It's my birthday. 
He's not here. 
I'll have another birthday, next year, and he won't be there for that one either.
I try to control my breathing, but Mum hears it hitching. I'm already staring at Dad's terrible empty chair, so it's not like I can hide what I'm thinking about. Mum curls her fingers over my knuckles.
"I wish he was here too, mo leanbh," she says softly. 
Stu and Gem go quiet.
"Sucks," I cough out, deciding to give no one the pleasure of watching me actually cry. I'll save it for later, when I'm back in my own apartment. Not because of any kind of 'real men don't' toxic masculinity bullshit, but because I hate the fuss. They take the shit my therapist tells them about being my support network too much to heart.
"More tea, Mummers?" I ask instead.
"Time for something stronger, don't you think?"
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catfayssoux · 1 month
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sweetarethediscords · 29 days
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It’s Slow Burn. It’s tedious trust turning into certain loyalty.
It’s deals made in desperation becoming unbreakable bonds.
It’s noticing, focusing, the subtle shift of light in their eyes, the shifting wrinkles that show in different smiles.
It’s bearing the sting to taste fleeting sweetness.
It’s careful words and cautious actions despite the ticking clock.
It’s holding back a hand to save their suffering.
It’s watching as the pain works its way through their bones.
It’s knowing that the smile you wish to give them, the kind words, would only lead to anguish.
It’s finding other ways to love them.
It’s endlessly searching for ways to relieve their agony and give them the adoration they deserve.
May it take days, or months, or decades. You’ll keep your devotion in a bottomless jar hoping someday they will drink from it, greedily, happily, sore throat eased from your efforts.
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beauvandalen · 3 months
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So happy to share another lovely artwork of Prince Hal, Kaiser and Elwood, from my gay romantasy series 'The Prince's Dearest Guards' about a trans Prince who romances his two guards - Book 2 is coming out this February, so excited for this release! 👑💕✨🌸
Art by the wonderful @vita-divata ! 🥰✨
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writeblrfantasy · 2 months
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Do you want to read a winter aesthetic fantasy novel about a spy falling in love with his arranged husband months before its release?
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drish1121 · 4 months
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After considering the feedback of our amazing beta-testers, we decided to replace our existing love interests with the REAL stars of Save the Villainess.
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femmefatalevibe · 11 months
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Hi! What erotic novels would you recommend ?
Temptation by Ivy Smoak
The Rose by Tiffany Reisz
Power Exchange by A.J. Rose
The Ritual: A Dark College Romance by Shantel Tessier 
Darling Venom: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance by  Parker S. Huntington
Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas 
The Dark Love Box Set: A Complete Billionaire Romance Series by  Kat T. Masen 
Kings of Sin Series by Ana Huang
Fixed On You by Laurelin Paige 
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greenerteacups · 17 days
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hi GT! thanks again for the great chapter—loved it (as usual).
just wanted to come on here to sing you praises with just how well you write touch/physical affection especially in the most recent chapter’s first half: draco & hermione being v touchy while entering hogsmeade vs. draco’s jealousy with ron + hermione, and how you depicted draco’s reaction to both (i.e., his awareness on just how not-platonic his actions were vs failing to see that ron and hermione might not be also sharing the same thing) and the way his jealousy flares up. it’s starkly real and engaging and you just leave us wanting more.
just wondering: would there be more platon-ish (or more) moments in the realm of Lionheart, since the books were PG?
hope u have a good day!!
Thank you very much! I hope you have a good day, too.
I think of Lionheart right now as a story that rides the line between PG-13 and R (for gore, and I guess also technically for swearing, since there's been more than one "fuck.") Those things will only scale up as the story goes on, to an extent that will soon surpass the books. If the original series can be split up into "children's / young adult" around the lynchpin of Book 4, I think of the volumes of Lionheart as "children's / young adult / new adult." New adult is, naturally, more capacious as a genre than young adult is, and I'm cautiously feeling out my comfort level in the new territory it opens up.
To be completely honest, I'm still making up my mind on how far to push past canon there. I know that explicit scenes are common and welcomed in the D/H fanfic space, to an extent even expected, but the jury is out on how much it will be relevant/necessary/something that I'll enjoy writing. (I'm aware that this is a totally confusing and not helpful answer. Friend, I also wish it was not like this.) Basically, I'm just trying to figure out what the story needs.
I guess the most I can say currently is that I'd definitely be comfortable writing it — I've written it before — and for the rest, I'll play it by ear.
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julescarstairs · 6 months
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“Who got you smiling like that?” The book I just finished. I can’t stop thinking about it.
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scifrey · 6 months
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THE UNTOLD TALE
Book One of the Accidental Turn Series
This novel follows Pip, who is pulled against her will into the epic fantasy novel series she's loved since she was a teenager. However, the world is darker, and far more dangerous than she could have ever predicted, especially when it turns out the hero is a much bigger jerk than she expected him to be.
Pip knows how to circumnavigate the Hero's Journey and the pitfalls and loopholes of this particular world - but what will happen to her beloved characters outside of the comfort of the fantasy they were written for? And what happens when it's not the hero, but the hero's overlooked and bullied little brother who proves to be her biggest champion?
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Forsyth Turn is not a hero. Lordling of Turn Hall, yes. Spymaster for the king, certainly. But hero? That's his older brother's job, and Kintyre Turn is nothing if not legendary. However, when a raid on the kingdom's worst criminal results in the rescue of a baffling woman, oddly named and even more oddly mannered, Forsyth finds his quaint, sedentary life turned on its head.
Dragged reluctantly into a quest he never expected, and fighting villains that even his brother has never managed to best, Forsyth is forced to confront his own self-shame and the demons that come with always being second-best. And, more than that, when he finally realizes where his companion came from and why she's here, he'll be forced to question not only his place in the world, but the very meaning of his own existence.
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Smartly crafted, THE UNTOLD TALE gives agency to the overlooked, and asks what it really means to be a fan when the worlds you love don't resemble the world you live in, celebrates the power of the written word, and shows us what happens when someone stands up and refuses to remain a secondary character in their own life.
New Chapters drop every Tuesday.
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Read on WATTPAD | READ on A03 | BUY THE eBOOK or PAPERBACK (coming early 2024) | Read about the rest of the series
Cover by @once-upon-a-reblog Map by Christopher Winkelaar
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catfayssoux · 18 days
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WHO NEEDS MIDDLE BITS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ✨ 𝒔 𝒄 𝒆 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 ✨
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sweetarethediscords · 23 days
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It’s Hurt/Comfort. It’s listening beyond hearing. Seeing beyond sight.
It’s finding ways to treat the wound, be it salve or bandage, kisses or quiet.
Salt to cleanse a festering sore.
Honey poured down a throat cried raw.
It's...
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It’s limbs entangled in the dark of night, fingers knotted in hair, breath and heartbeats slowing into a steady rhythm, a reminder that you’re both still here, both alive, together.
It’s gentle lips pressed against old, deep scars. Silent prayers of gratitude whispered into the gnarled flesh.
It’s the years past the pain, when you’re both old and happy, but the nightmares still come. Far and few in-between nowadays but just as feverish and frightening as they were back when their cause was fresh. The hand that rests on your shoulder gently. The reverent, patient whisper of your name becoming a lighthouse beacon. Waking you, saving you. Thumb brushing the tears off your cheeks as tender as if it were the first time.
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beauvandalen · 5 months
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Meet Kaiser, Elwood and Prince Hal from my spicy gay romantasy novella 'The Prince's Dearest Guards' about a trans Prince who romances his two guards! 😊💕🌸
Art by the wonderful @vita-divata ! 🥰✨
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sarawritestories · 21 days
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Alright I'm taking a poll and I'm really scared to share this.
I have a romantasy novel idea I've been stewing on for almost 7 years about an author who gets sucked into the fantasy world she created and falls in love with the morally gray pirate who kidnaps her and following their love story. It has romance, humor, world building, magic, and political intrigue.
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stevelieber · 2 months
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My colleague Leila del Duca is running a kickstarter to publish a deluxe hardcover collection of her fantasy romance series Sleepless. Along with the books, she's got several reward levels that include pages of her impossibly beautiful brush and ink original art. Go take a look!
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