#shades of magic fanfic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

beebrainedstudios · 2 years

Text

The Sun In the Palm of Your Hand:

Two kings and a prince dream of nightfall.

Finally, some ADSOM content again! Here’s a second pass at an idea I’ve been stuck on for a while now, focused around the dynamic between Kell and Maxim and how Osaron affects that, as well as the relationship between Osaron and Antari. I really tried to push the prose here to help emphasize the dreadful, dreamy feeling I was going for. I also snuck in some easter eggs for people who’ve read the Steel Prince graphic novels- it’s not necessary at all to understand this, but it will enhance the experience a bit. Enjoy!

(Set the night before Kell is placed in prison).

(Warnings for exhaustion, character death, blood, minor gore, broken bone mention, broken tooth mention, general injury, and nightmares!)

Night has fallen over London.

Maxim groans, his mouth thick and choked with blood. He can’t tell where it’s coming from; there’s a cut somewhere in his hairline that’s left drying streaks down his face, and he can feel the grind of empty space behind his tongue where a tooth has slipped loose. Beneath the little agonies, a deeper ache thrums, coiling under his ribs where he has been torn open by black crystal.

The palace shudders around his fallen body, its cavernous roof, all of the spiraling glass and gold that had served as his sky for decades now ripped away to reveal the real heavens. Stars wink down at him like sparks, mixing with the blurring darkness that is slowly creeping into his vision. There are no walls left, only broken ridges and fallen pillars like the one beneath him marking where the halls had become the ballrooms, the suites to the bedrooms. There’s no way to know where he is in the wreckage anymore. Everything is broken and saturated in the red light of the Isle below, torn to powder and rubble by the same dark hands that have torn his stomach open. He can’t remember quite what happened- it all feels like a shadow, slipping in and out of memory, formless and strange. There was something, some vile thing with sharp edges and coal-dark eyes. Something as black as night, but blazing with all the power of a furnace, its magic hotter than Maxim had ever felt in his life.

Strange, how something so warm could leave everything so dark.

His staff and his soldiers are nowhere to be found, but he prays to the saints that they all managed to escape before the world collapsed around them. His family- he’d thought Emira had been with him in the ballroom, and Rhy had been there too, dancing along to music that had long since faded. Kell… he can’t remember where Kell was, he doesn’t know. He’d thought he’d sent him away for some reason- had it been for his sake or Maxim’s?- but it couldn’t have been far. Maxim would have never have sent him so far away if there had been a threat to face. He needed Kell, his strength and his loyalty; he was the one Maxim could always trust.

Except for the stone. Except for Rhy?

Maxim barely remembers the night his trust had faltered, but in that moment he wanted it back. He’d never meant its absence to last forever, to push his son too far- he’d only wanted a little space, a little room to breath away from all of the magic and feelings that sat inside Kell, flashing like alarm bells every time something ground against his will. He was the most dangerous blade Maxim had ever wielded, sharp enough to cleave the world in two, and Maxim had never been able to trust his hands around that kind of power. He’d bungled it once, nearly lost the crown to an even sharper blade, but he’d managed to right himself and stop the spread before he lost everything. Now? Magic like Kell’s was the reason Maxim was here now, broken and dying in a shattered palace. He wondered crookedly if it had it been Kel-

No, Kell would never have done this. He’d always been too kind to wound too harshly; no matter how angry he got, Kell would never have torn his home apart, attached as he was to everything he touched. But Maxim had sent him away right when he needed him, and now he was missing and his family was gone and Maxim was going to die in the ruins of his own kingdom.

He hopes, then, that nothing bad would happen to Emira, if it hadn’t already. That Rhy was ok. And Kell…

Maxim hopes he still lives, that perhaps he sent him somewhere safer. But he knows, for all his meager hope, that where Kell has gone, he is lost. That he is helpless to save their world, and that Maxim is the one who sent him there.

A shard of pillar comes loose by his hand, Maxim’s gaze trailing after it to find what was once an embossed sun glinting dully in the light, its golden shape marred by cracks and the dust coating it. Night has fallen, he thinks, as his stomach boils with every breath, the heat dimming as the darkness behind his eyes grows. He finds his gaze settling to the horizon, his chin settling on his half-melted chestplate, watching as the red ribbon of the Isle sweeps away into nothing, its surface scarred with ropes of inky black.

Between his final breaths, Maxim can hear someone far off begin to sing, quiet as a whisper. The sound is even, the notes and words sweet and soft, but the voice itself is as cold as the blood in Maxim’s veins. He knew the song, distantly; he’d sung it since he was a child. Maxim found himself humming along, on and on and on until the blood finally stopped pooling in his throat, and the burning faded as his eyes went dark.

“I made a little fire, I kept it in my hand…”

***

Kell can see the stars.

Night has fallen over London, and Kell thinks it is beautiful. He’d never been able to see the stars from the palace before, where they were hidden behind elegant ceilings or drowned out by the Isle’s harsh glow. But tonight, somehow, the roof of the throne room has been torn away, the Isle has dimmed, and just this once he is able to see the stars. They shine like little beads strung up in velvety darkness, and Kell thinks it might be one of the most wonderful things he’s ever seen. They remind him of the distant flame tucked inside Lila’s eyes, bright as any sun, and the smoldering coals hidden beneath the flat black of Holland’s darkest one. They remind him of magic, and distantly he wonders if they’re anything like his own, glittering with tears that have traced a single path down one cheek.

Lila, he knows rather than sees, is flung across the stairs beneath his feet, her body fallen in a violent pose emphasized by the blood beneath her head and the knives between her fingers. She fought, and yet, she’s alive. He can hear her breathing evenly, without a single stutter, as if she’s merely asleep, and he’s so grateful that she didn’t fight too hard.

To his right, Holland is collapsed behind the throne, curled around a broken scythe that he had wielded in battle so recently. His hair is jagged from flames that Kell still remembers kissing his skin, and his hands are limp around the hilt and the place above his heart. But Holland, too, is unhurt and asleep, his face looser than Kell has ever seen it. A lifetime of pain, wiped away by exhaustion and night’s gentle hours.

He wishes he could look at them properly, perhaps even rise to collapse somewhere between them and curl up himself, but he’s too tired to move and there is someone holding him back. Not with cuffs, or promises, or ropes, or any number of the snares he’s felt before; just hands, sweeping soothingly through his hair like a breeze, cool and comforting. Kell can feel the way some of his bones are shifting as he breathes, off-kilter and stiff, and the skin along his side is torn beneath his coat. But there is no pain or discomfort attached to the wounds, only a heavy pressure threatening to push him off the edge into rest. He is content to sit at the foot of the Arnesian throne- arms limp and legs half-bent as if he was thrown against it- and lay his head back against legs the color of shadow. He fought well. He was strong, even if he lost.

Kell does not know who the throned victor is, the strange shadowy king carved of stone and radiating magic like light, but he feels like he’s been found. Like in some strange way, he’s come home, even as the rest of the palace lays in shattered ruins around him. He doesn’t know where anyone else has gone. There are no other bodies, just piles of ash and the marks of combat that tore his kingdom to shreds. There is no Maxim, no Emira, no Rhy or Hastra or Alucard. He doesn’t know what had taken everyone, but Kell knows with certainty that now there is no one left but the Antari and their king behind him, with his marble hands still stroking Kell’s hair as if he was the most precious thing in the world. He could remember the king’s fingertips, long and sharp like blades; they were still bloody from rending flesh and left flakes of dusty blood along his face. Their touch was gentle now, and Kell was reminded of the tread of a cat, soft paws hiding the killing claws beneath. When was the last time he’d felt like this, so at peace and so still? He hadn’t been held in so long, hadn’t felt a parent’s touch in what felt like years. Ever since the night Rhy fell, the royals’ love had been packed away like a blanket, only pulled out when things got too cold, when it was needed again. It hadn’t mattered that Kell had been freezing for months, not when they were still comfortable in the light chill. He’d missed it and had craved the flickers of it he’d still seen during Maxim’s warmer moments, but it hadn’t been enough; Maxim had still left him alone to fight the king.

The warmth he’d always sought from his family had always been erratic, stoked or smothered by the circumstances of their lives and the weighted risk they all took each time they tried to love one another. Kell would always want more of that touch, of Emira’s gentle grip on his cheek and Maxim’s hand on his shoulder. The hands he felt now were different. He was not needed the same way he had been; he was wanted, so badly it could scorch the earth. He was cherished like a son beneath the king’s hands, adored even, in a fierce, fiery way that would burn him if he got too close. Kell was somewhat sure he was too close already, and he could feel the king’s magic swirling around them both like a heat wave, warning and warm and wonderful. Sleep gnawed at him, trying to pull him back into its embrace, following the rhythm of the king’s fingers running up, down, up, down along his scalp. He wanted to follow it down into the blackness and rest until his bones mended and the world was built anew.

He’d loved the old world so much, but it was gone, and something in him- the same part of him that pulled at the threads of power and summoned flame, earth, and blood- was eager to yield everything they had to the stone king. To the one who held magic in the palm of his hands and crafted it into power. Wasn’t that what Kell was, really? There was humanity in him somewhere, but there was also magic, and it had been snapping at his heels to break free and run rampant ever since he’d been born. He was too tired to keep holding it back. It was tired of being subdued. There was no need to wrestle with it any longer, not with the king’s presence. Kell could feel his magic calling to his own, wrapping around it and soothing it the same way the king’s hands slipped through Kell’s hair. After he slept, maybe the new world would give him the room to let it out. He would be able to breathe, and grow, and change the way magic- Antari- always wanted to.

Behind him, the king had begun to sing, a sweet and crooning song that Kell had heard all his life. It was one of Maxim’s favorites, an idle tune passed between them through the years that was now a lullaby for the resting Antari. Kell swallowed thickly past the blood in his mouth and began to whisper along, letting his eyes fall closed and his head loll to the side. Night had fallen in London, and it was time to rest.

“I made a little fire, I kept it in my hand…”

***

Holland, deeply asleep in his bed in the white world, did not dream.

His mind was at peace, still and calm beneath the weight of the soul it shared a body with. They’d agreed in the beginning that the nights would belong to the oshoc, a mutual gift that gave one a break from constant nightmares and the other the chance to move even while they slept. The dreaming was reserved for Osaron, and so he dreamt.

He dreamt of a world open and waiting for him, awash in shades of gold and red that soon crawled with shadows beneath his hands.

He dreamt of threads, power spiraling out in strands that he plucked, he pulled, he tied into new, beautiful shapes, crafting elements and spells and glorious change from nothing.

He dreamt of another king, a mere human, fighting and trying to stop him, only to fall at his feet in a bloody pool, his crown melting away into ash.

He dreamt of a palace crumbling into ruin.

He dreamt of three Antari. One who was fierce as flame, but distant, a weak memory of Holland’s that still showed exceptional promise. One who was currently tucked beside him like a second skin, a gentle thing made cruel by a crueler world that Osaron had promised everything to. One who was proud and bright with magic as sweet as blossoms, born of a home that had still held as many walls as it had doors. He wanted them. He adored them. They were children of magic, heirs of power, they were his and would soon be in his hands to mold into their greatest selves.

In a few hours, another world would wake up with the sun into a beautiful morning. The day would be bright and cheerful for everyone but its king and eldest prince, whose sleep had been haunted by visions of a black king and their city in ruins. A few hours later, that prince would run, chased away by the king who had caged him, trying to save him and the world at once and instead dooming them both to the curse of the oshoc’s want.

In a few hours, in the same world Osaron was burrowed inside, Holland would wake and summon his knight, bestowing her with a collar the color of midnight and an order to get it around the prince’s neck. She would bow and leave to fulfill his- and Osaron’s- wishes, and a few hours later, Osaron would get to meet the red Antari, the one he craved like an ache, a new host to carry him through the worlds.

But that would all come later. Osaron did not know yet what the next day would bring. He was still dreaming of a night studded with stars, and of a song he’d never heard that he and Holland’s body hummed along to in their sleep.

“I made a little fire, I kept it in my hand,

But when I wasn’t looking, it ate up all the land.

It scorched the earth and grew and grew but still it wasn’t done.

It burned across the world until it grew into the sun.”

19 notes · View notes

bluecichlid · 7 months

Text

First Thoughts on the Fragile Threads of Power

Spoilers under the cut.

Given there are another two books to come, I didn't expect the ending to be as emotionally satisfying as it was. Kell being healed, Alucard letting go of his past, Rhy and Ren safe (for now), Tes happy and safe, Lila sailing away on her ship ... we even got a bit of Ned Tuttle!

But I'm also keen for the next books. Holland and Kosika in Black London is not going to go anywhere good for the other main characters. When she gives up on the red coin for Black London my heart sank. And the priestess I saw coming, but not Holland at the end. I probably love him too much and I forgot what he wants. Which is what he has always wanted.

Other random thoughts:

I liked the Queen when we first saw her, and by the end … I still liked her. She’s an interesting character and her motivations make sense. But Lila was spot on by not trusting her. The scene between them at the end was Very Satisfying. Take the warning, Nadiya, you dumbass! But I’m sure she won’t, and I can’t wait.

I didn’t see Kell turning down the chance of Tess healing him coming, and I should have. Of course he wouldn’t put Rhy at risk. There wasn’t enough Maresh brothers in the book, but then there could never be.

Maris almost saying that if she could help Kell she would do it for free was wonderful. She took three years of his life, but at the same time she seems to have very complicated feelings re him. Her comment at the end to Tess that she’s never kept anyone on the ship against their will initially had me side-eying her, since she basically sold Kell into slavery as a child. But then I wondered if that’s where her wish she could help him came from.

Lila’s thoughts about having to disguise Kell when he is being all obviously a prince were hilarious.

Alucard and Kell are still Not Getting Along. I hope that in the next two books we get them forced to go on a huge long trip together on a very small boat. Or trapped in Black London together. Or handcuffed to each other for six or seven days.

Tess was great. I hope she comes back. The stuff with her sister hints at unfinished business.

Kosika … oh poor kid. She seemed to be doing mostly OK for a lot of the book, but then the end … that poor, poor kid. She never had a chance.

Finally, Holland is scary again. I love it.

#There will be more #Very happy Schwab didn't do anything that will screw with my fanfics #Fragile Threads of Power #Shades of Magic #Kell Maresh #Rhy Maresh #Lila Bard #Holland Vorsijk

28 notes · View notes

badassbutterfly1987 · 4 months

Text

Vortalis lives AUs

Thinking about how central Vortalis's death is to the narrative. With him alive, the Danes don't take power. With him alive, Holland doesn't become the mess we meet in canon, right? Let's experiment:

The Danes attack. They fail. They die.

Vortalis and Holland survive. They continue with scars and nightmares and it takes a while before things feel normal again.

There are still assassination attempts. White London still starves. But things do get better. Communication tentatively reopens with Red London, they offer advice to make living in Makt a little better.

It's not perfect. It's not quite what they hoped for, but maybe it's enough for now.

---

Vortalis lives.

The memory of nearly dying doesn't fade. White London doesn't get better, no matter what they do. The damage doesn't heal.

Vortalis becomes a harsher ruler to keep his city in line. It breaks Holland a little every time they have to be cruel, every time things they once would never do become necessary.

Their grip tightens on Makt even has it slips between their fingers. Desperation can turn even good men ruthless and, for all his grand plans and hopes for a better world, Vortalis has never had any illusions about the kind of man he is.

Perhaps Holland would disagree. Would he disagree enough to stand in his way?

Perhaps they find a black stone. Perhaps they start considering how to take all of Arnes' good fortune.

---

Holland is scared and desperate. He gets Vortalis out of the city and, because hiding him isn't enough, he smuggles him into Grey London where even the Danes can't reach him. Maybe it's part of their plan or his own last desperate attemtp to protect his king.

The Danes come. They don't kill the king because the king is gone; he was never their main focus anyways. Holland fights them alone.

Vortalis lives, for a time.

Maybe it takes a few months, the Danes want to make sure their new weapon is fully broken in after all, but they've rung every possible truth from him and of course they can't let a previous monarch live. They send Holland to deal with that problem.

Holland is given only one choice: he can decide the manner of death. He knows how to make it quick.

(Or maybe that doesn't happen. Vortalis was a hunter; he knows not to let an injured animal suffer, knows how to make a clean kill. Plenty in White London killed for power or cruelty; how many could say it was done out of love and mercy?)

One of them dies. Either way, the world is lesser for it. Either way, the Danes turn their attention to Red London next.

---

Vortalis lives because Holland won't let him die.

The Danes come. Vortalis doesn't die when he should, Holland binding their lives together. It doesn't save them.

An aging magician with fading magic isn't nearly as fun or durable as their new Antari pet but the Danes find a use for him. It amuses them, taking a would-be king and collaring him.

Hurting Holland is effective. Hurting Vortalis works just as well.

They're trapped together. They share the same pain. And in some ways, that just feels like another cruelty.

#shades of magic #thought experiment #fanfic #sort of #oh look i made myself sad #holland vosijk #ros vortalis #might expand a couple into a full fic

9 notes · View notes

pawsitivevibe · 3 months

Text

Okay I just finished reading The Fragile Threads of Power, now I don't know what to read next 😭

Anyone have good fantasy book recommendations? Single book or a completed series ideally, I don't wanna have to wait for the next one like the book I just finished lol. Not YA. I'm thinking "modern" fantasy, not classics as I've read a bunch and want to try some newer stuff.

#not dogs #books #I was a big reader as a kid and through uni but haven't really been into it the last few years #Well I guess that's not fully true as I've read a lot of online fiction and fanfic and stuff #BUT I'm trying to get back into reading #Threads of Power was good. Not as good as the earlier books but I love the world sooo I was really into it #Shades of Magic was the first series in a long time that had me tearing through it in like a week

6 notes · View notes

pearlypairings · 9 months

Note

sneak peek of the next In the Shade of Aurelias chapter?

:) only cause you asked so nicely, nonni <3....

here's a lil sumthin-sumthin of chapter 8 with eddie x chrissy reunited:

With a quick pardon, the two men leave to the edge of the clearing, where the last licks of light mark the brush, and a hushed conversation flows back and forth between them. Christine strains to make out any words, but the sway of branches covers up any speech carried by the air; she can only assume the topic of conversation is her, how odd she is in this state—a condition of ‘in-between.” Not quite one of them, and certainly not normal. A few minutes pass, and Eddie bounds back through the clearing to her side, a lantern in hand for another source of light. “Now, you said you have questions for me, but it seems there’s more to you than our first meeting.” “That’s exactly why I’ve come,” Christine holds out her palm, grabbing and flipping his scar over to compare. “Though they scarred us differently, my father… he lied about the outcome of my test. I should have an “x” like yours.” Her thumb caresses the raised flesh of his palm, covered in a light coating of dirt and grit. She folds her own scar into a loose fist, ashamed. “He hid who I am from everyone, including me....and-and I’m scared." She shakes her head. "I don’t even understand what it is, what if my curse hurts someone?” “Peace—give yourself a breath." Eddie claims her hand in his.

The next update is in its second draft/heavy edits stage, so I promise it's coming soon<3 thanks for all the patience!

#ask pearly #pearly answers #in the shade of aurelias #hellcheer fanfic #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #magic and nobility classism #hellcheer #sneak peak

15 notes · View notes

sol-noire · 1 year

Photo

Well, I just asked my dad if I can change my name/legal gender and... I got told once I turn 21 I’m allowed to do so - under the condition I pay for it myself. Which isn’t a no, so I’m opening writing commissions to help fund it! The goal is 100 USD - I need 65 for changing my name, and an undetermined amount for publication fees (the only price for this I can find is, indeed, 35, but it varies between publication). So please consider heading over to my Ko-fi to support me!

My ao3 is solnoire, and I can write for Pokemon (all canons), Digimon (Adventure - Frontier), Yugioh (DM - Sevens [Sevens is unfinished but I do not mind doing research to write the fic]), Horimiya, Sasaki to Miyano, Blue Period, Buddy Daddies, Sk8, Fullmetal Alchemist (03 and Brohood - 03 is my preferred canon though), Shades of Magic, Villains (by V.E. Schwab), and original fiction (must communicate with me ahead of time before requesting OCs!)

I’m open to genuinely anything, so please let me know if you’re interested!

#signal boost #trans signal boost #writing commissions #fanfic writing commissions #digimon #yugioh #pokemon #horimiya #sasaki to miyano #blue period #buddy daddies #sk8 the infinity #fullmetal alchemist #shades of magic #original fiction

35 notes · View notes

ashintheairlikesnow · 8 months

Text

... I'm not sure what just happened here

#endurance fic #a darker shade of magic #adsom fanfic #adsom #alucard emery

11 notes · View notes

alinatk · 25 days

Text

Breaking Down Holland (A Dark Shade of Magic Tickle Fanfic)

Fandom: A Dark Shade of Magic (V E Schwab) Characters: Kell Maresh | Holland Vosijk Summary: Red London is in chaos, everyone is fighting to purge evil, and more than ever the Antari are needed. Even though he doesn't trust Holland, Kell needs his power and will use a somewhat unusual means to convince him to help.

(The picture doesn't belong to me, It's just a reference)

"You told me once" Kell said "that you were either the master or the slave of magic. So which of the two is it now?"

"That's what you don't understand" said Holland "I was always just the slave".

"Holland" Kell sighed. "It's chaos outside, we're losing so all help is welcome. It's the least you can do after all, help us have a little hope"

"Hope for you and your London" Holland didn't change his tone but the harshness was clear. "I just want to stay here and sink into the void, now leave me"

"No" Kell came closer. "You will help, even if I have to make you"

"Go ahead" Holland leaned his head against the wall. "I've felt a lot of pain, I don't care anymore"

"As much as part of me really wants to hurt you, I won't" Kell controlled his chains, so that Holland went to the ground. "I thought of something else"

"And even?!" Holland didn't show it but he was a little surprised. He was sitting on the floor and felt the chains wrap around his wrists and ankles and anchor themselves to the floor. "Well, at least this way is more comfortable"

"Makes it easier for me too" Kell sat down in front of his feet and began to remove his boots and socks.

"What are you.." Holland couldn't hide the confusion in his expression.

"You are so used to painful touches, but what about softer ones? Have you felt them?" Kell asked, with an amused expression on his face.

"I don't know where you're going with this, I just..." He stopped talking and stiffened when he felt Kell's finger run over his sole.

"Oh, what was that?" Kell scoffed and repeated the movement, seeing Holland try to pull his foot back. "Looks like you're sensitive".

"Tickle me? You can't be serious" Holland tried but failed to hide the uneasiness in his voice. "I thought you had more urgent things to deal with"

"I really do, but I need your help and you don't want to collaborate" Kell ran his index finger up and down Holland's right sole. "So I'm going to convince him"

"S-Stop it" Holland's breathing became shorter as he tried to keep the smile away from his lips.

"I wasn't too sure this was going to work" Kell used all five fingers now, fingering him. "But it's really impressive how these light touches affect someone as serious and cold as you"

"L-Leave me alohohohone" Holland couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, feeling how Kell's fingers ran from the heel to the base of his fingers. "ahahahahahaha stop!"

"Of course, as soon as you decide to help me" Kell used both hands now, one on each sole, increasing the intensity of the touches. "I don't want to take you in chains or have to watch you all the time"

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha shit" Holland was caught completely off guard by this, he didn't even remember the last time he felt something like this. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!" He reacted more abruptly when Kell focused on his arches and toes.

"Oh, what an interesting reaction, is that a good spot?" Kell dug harder into his arches, reaching the bottom of his fingers and diving between them.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMN YOU" Holland exploded and despite his effort to keep his fingers suppressed, he couldn't stop Kell from having access to those sensitive areas. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"You know, you look so much better this way" Kell watched as a blush appeared on Holland's pale cheeks as his feet swayed and his body flexed in response to his movements.

Holland didn't know how to deal with it, he was supposed to be able to free himself but the tickling made him even weaker, it wasn't like he was going to win a fight with Kell in that state either. He kneaded his soles thinking it would help lessen the sensations but it just required more effort and feeling Kell's fingers traveling and exploring every sensitive spot on his feet was disconcerting, after all, he never realized how sensitive he was.

Kell continued like this for a few more moments before pausing. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, watching as Holland caught his breath and resumed his posture.

"Are you done with this nonsense?" Holland tried to face him but he was still recovering. His face had gained a little color, his hair was disheveled and his breathing was labored.

"No, but that seemed a little intense for you, I wanted to let you breathe before continuing, I'm not going to take it easy" Kell rummaged through his coat pockets and took out a long, stiff quill.

"Then that's it?" Holland said with disdain.

"Yeah, I'm curious to see how you'll react" And with that said, Kell began to stroke the feather along Holland's left sole.

"A-Ah!" Holland's breathing hitched the moment the feather made contact with his sole and as much as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't that bad, he quickly realized how wrong he was. "aaahahahahaha"

Kell was pleased that this method was also effective, noticing how Holland pursed his lips as he tried to contain his laughter. "Is a single feather enough to break you?! How curious"

"S-Shuhuhuhuhuht up" Holland bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter as he wriggled his foot away. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT!" He screamed when Kell began to pass it between his toes.

"I told you I wouldn't take it easy" He smiled, satisfied. "You can end this whenever you want" Kell moved the feather along the base of Holland's toes, alternating between dipping between them and taking his time as he sawed each of the sensitive spaces.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO KELL STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" Holland closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head.

"Not yet? Let me be more convincing" And he used his free hand to scribble his fingers on Holland's other sole, combining the methods.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" He wasn't going to last long.

"Begging won't help" Kell dug firmly into her arches with his fingers. "As much as I'm amazed to hear"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY" He screamed.

"Ok what?"

"I'LL HELP YOU, I'LL HELP HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT" Holland finally gave in and Kell stopped.

"You made this difficult, but I'm glad you agreed" Kell moved the chains to free him.

Holland stayed there for a few moments before retracting his legs and standing up. "And what makes you trust me?"

"I don't trust, but I could very well throw you here again and maybe tell the king about it and ask for a public "punishment" for you, with special participation from everyone who wants to have fun with you" Kell looked at him with a slight smile on the lips.

"Y-You wouldn't dare..."

"So we understand" Kell held his arm and led him out of the cell. "Let's go, we leave early tomorrow"

3 notes · View notes

astorichan · 6 months

Text

Laws Of Life Will Stay, Laws Of Death They Mock

Rating: Gen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: The Radiance, Lord of Shades, The Void, The Dream

Summary:

The Void was death given tangible form, a great sea rising to consume all that it could reach. Or, at least, it was what Dream feared.

Ao3 link here!

#toriswriting #worldbuilding #hollow knight #hk fanfic #hk radiance #hk lord of shades #hk void #little fun thing thats been in my head for a few days now #i am now a big girl with a set of magic rules and a magic system in place for both AUs #I CAN NOW TURN PASSIONS INTO A FANTASY #thats where the true win is

2 notes · View notes

shelvingcart · 9 months

Text

S01 E03 - Episode 3: A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

Today Sarah and Ted discuss A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab. They cover:

Background info on Victoria (V.E.) Schwab

Background info on The Shades of Magic triology

Plot summary

Character summary

Likes/Dislikes

Is Lila non-binary?

Fan fiction (Rhy/Kell, Kell/ Lila, Kell/Lila/Holland)

Book recommendations

3 notes · View notes

ao3feed-shadesofmagic · 9 months

Link

by ClaraCivry (Kat_Of_Dresden)

Post-canon.

They are ont he ship and something is off about Kell. Lila doesn't want to worry (she has more important stuff to think about!) and yet...

Fluffy Kellila for a change, for the prompt "light-headed"

Words: 1844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Gratuitous Hurt Kell fics !!

Fandoms: Shades of Magic - V. E. Schwab

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Delilah "Lila" Bard, Kell Maresh

Relationships: Delilah "Lila" Bard/Kell Maresh

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sick Character, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Lila POV, she a bit of a simp, Post-Canon, Lila Is a Simp, Kell is love, he's also a bit dizzyy, Fainting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BYn1Qzk

#shades of magic #a darker shade of magic #adsom #ve schwab #adsom fanfic #som fanfic

5 notes · View notes

happygirl2oo2 · 2 years

Text

An updating list of my WIPs that I may or (most likely lol) may not finish and post on my AO3 at some point, organized by fandoms

📺 Agents of Shield:

• an AoS fic about Jemma's father reacting to everything going on in her life and especially the end-s7 Fitzsimmons family including Deke

• a royal AU Fitzsimmons fic (possibly about a royal, heir to the throne, prince Fitz, who's keeping his interest in science hidden because of his father who thinks it's foolish and only distracting him from his duties as a prince, until he ends up meeting a brilliant and very cute biologist called Jemma Simmons one day)

• a 'kinda-freaked-out expecting parents of Alya while on the run in space' Fitzsimmons fic

• a 'single dad × new nanny' AU Fitzsimmons fic

• a couple academy days!Fitzsimmons fics

• an 'ice skating date' Fitzsimmons fic

• a coffee shop AU Fitzsimmons fic

• a 'taking care of while sick' Fitzsimmons fic

📖 The Shadowhunter Chronicles:

• a 'Magnus is dealing with Alec's death but he pretends to be okay because he thinks he has to stay strong for their kids' fic [check one of my former posts for a small peek]

• a 'fashion designer!Magnus × brother of super model Izzy!Alec' AU Malec fic

• a possibly-two-part 'New Year's Eve party' tsc fic [somewhat based in part on this post I made on a different account], one part taking place before TMI and the other taking place after TMI and is about the first NYE Malec celebrate as a couple

• an 'ice skating date' Malec fic

📺 Lie To Me:

• a High school AU Callian fic

• a 'taking care of you while sick' Callian fic

📖 Fence:

• a 'future Haiden getting a dog together' fic

• a 'single dad × new nanny' AU Haiden fic

• a 'Haiden getting ready before the Fence: SD carnival date, Aiden PoV' fic

• a royal AU Haiden fic

• a 'Bobby makes Aiden clothes' rare-friendship fic

• a bakery AU Haiden fic

• a coffee shop AU Haiden fic

• a flower shop AU Haiden fic

📺 Legends of Tomorrow:

• a 'Constandes searching for a place together and eventually getting the loft' fic (real ones know that this fic's been sitting half written in my notes for about 3 years now lmao)

• a 'taking care of you while sick' Constandes fic

📖 Written In The Stars:

• a 'Darcelle (+side character brandon) meeting through a mini car accident situation where Darcy and Brandon may have hit Elle with their car a little bit and she says she's fine but hell no we need to make sure of that but wait why do I keep thinking about cute she is, Darcy PoV' fic

• a 'the gang is going to the Eras tour' Darcelle fic

• a 'taking care of you while sick' Darcelle fic

• a coffee shop AU Darcelle fic

• an 'ice skating date' Darcelle fic

• a royal AU Darcelle fic

• a 'single mom × new nanny' AU Darcelle fic

• a flower shop AU Darcelle fic

📺 All Rise:

• a 'taking care of you while sick' Mark and Lola (platonic besties) fic

📖 Spoiler Alert:

• an 'April taking care of Marcus while he's sick, Marcus PoV' fic

📺 The Librarians:

• a Librarians team mission fic inspired from Fitz's "if we had a monkey" lines from AoS season 1

📖 Shades Of Magic:

• a 'Kell says he doesn't want to celebrate his birthday but Rhy won't let him off that easy' fic

📺 Elementary:

• a 'Sherlock and Joan taking Arthur for a vacation (possibly with Kitty and Archie)' fic (platonic besties Joanlock)

Crossover fandoms fics:

• a two-part 📺 Elementary × 📺 9-1-1 Lone Star crossover fic where Sherlock is / was the AA sponser of TK back in New York

• an 📺 Elementary × 📺 Psych crossover fic where Sherlock and Joan work a case with Gus and Shawn (may be a two-part, one set in NYC and one in Santa Barbara)

• an 📺 Elementary × 📺 Forever crossover fic where Sherlock and Joan work a case with Henry, either with him as an irregular or he ends up becoming one by the end of the fic

• an 📺 Elementary × 📺 Person of Interest crossover fic where Harold and John get Joan's number (possibly taking place around the s3 ep13 Elementary episode)

• an 📺 Elementary × 📺 Lie To Me crossover fic, plot to be added at some point soon

• a 📺 Bull × 📺 Lie To Me crossover fic where the teams are hired for the same trial case (if they're working together or on opposite teams is yet to be decided)

12 notes · View notes

bluecichlid · 1 month

Note

2, 13, 20 for the fan fic asks :)

Great questions, thanks! This is going to be a bit of a ramble, but anyway …

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

I love to daydream about bits of the canon that catch my fancy and let them run. What was Kell’s arrival at the palace like? AKA A New Page. Or bring characters who never met or interacted together, ie Holland and Isra. Or play around with “what ifs”, or “why”? (Right now I’m resisting writing Tieren’s backstory and why he’s so good at calming people down).

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I don’t usually listen to music while I write but I do have some go-to songs that get me into the mood. A lot of them are older songs from my teens and twenties, but I’m a bit fan of Disney music (there’s something for everything!) and musicals and opera. Some specifics:

Falco’s Amadeus for the whole Shades of Magic multiverse. It’s even better with the video. (A mashup of late eighteenth century costumes with 20th century tuxeduos/bikers, and a rock up in a period-appropriate palatial room under a chandelier)

Stay by Shakespear’s Sister gives me major vibes of Kelilla (“there is nowhere you can go I cannot follow”) and hardcore Holland/Vortalis shivers.

I haven’t written Lila yet, but when I do, The Pirates of the Caribbean theme song is going to definitely be one of my go-tos.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

I like both. I love writing pre-canon or fill in the blank fics where I have to puzzle through what we know of the plot and the characters, what they are like then and now, and find a way to make it all (hopefully) make sense. I find the constraints help my creativity, and keep me from wandering too far from canon.

I like AUs, but my favorites are the butterfly wings flap type where something in the timeline changes and I have to work out all the possibilities. [Ie what if Kell never left the Feros Stras? So Astrid is still going to possess Rhy, and Holland’s in the mix, so the Arnesians are screwed, but Alucard in particular is having a very bad time and needs help …] But I love all kinds of AUs so long as they are well thought out.

#my writing #fanfic asks #Shades of Magic

4 notes · View notes

badassbutterfly1987 · 5 days

Text

Summary: People always say that Antari are powerful and dangerous. Holland learns early on that it also means isolation.

prompt: dehumanization

#shades of magic #fanfic #holland vosijk #alox vosijk #bad things happen bingo

3 notes · View notes

shiny-jr · 2 months

Note

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

#twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #malleus draconia #twst malleus #yandere malleus draconia

900 notes · View notes