Dec. 21st, 2016

Shifts (The Eternal Dungeon) - holiday gift story 2016 | #AO3 #fic #mmromance

"There was trouble here. He was determined to find and break the troublemaker."

Midwinter's god is as cold as cruelty and as warm as a loving heart.

Winter solstice begins the sacred season of Hell's Fast, when Hell's worshippers sacrifice food for the sake of the underworld god. But the High Seeker of the Eternal Dungeon is in no fit mood for holy rituals; duty has deprived him of the presence of his new love-mate.

Then comes trouble, in the form of an invader to the High Seeker's privacy and comfort. . . .

This story is a 2016 holiday gift fic for Dusk Peterson's readers.

Read online or download as a free e-book: Shifts (The Eternal Dungeon).

My bio )

Dec. 25th, 2015

Commoners' Festival (The Eternal Dungeon) - holiday gift story

The Eternal Dungeon is celebrating the Commoners' Festival, and all the elite are feasting. Including a man who is secretly a commoner.

"His influence over the behavior of the other dungeon-workers had never been greater. It was a responsibility that weighed upon him."

Jan. 2nd, 2015

FIC: Rain 5: Joy (Waterman)

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). This is the final story in the cycle.

Has everyone here been able to find their way through the cycle? I had a plea for navigation help from one reader.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

He knew isolation. Still, it would be nice if he could make friends here.

Happy New Year!

Jan. 1st, 2015

FIC: Rain 4: Happiness (Michael's House)

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through . . . well, January 2.

Sorry for being late with the fourth installment, folks. Like a lot of other people, I'm in the midst of a two-day professional crisis of dealing with VAT MOSS. I'll post the final story in this cycle tomorrow.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

There was a gate there, meant to keep out the likes of him and his companion, but nobody was guarding it at the moment.

Dec. 30th, 2014

FIC: Rain 3: Hope (Life Prison / Commando)

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through New Year's Day.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

Before he did anything else, he shoved aside one of the leather sofas, moved the plush armchair so that it served as a partial shield, and then, first glancing out the window to be sure nobody was within sight, he took the mirror he had wrenched from the wall – the elegantly gilded mirror that he had wrenched from the mahogany wall – and placed it against the wall opposite him, tilting it so that he could see anyone approaching outside from the opposite direction.

Dec. 29th, 2014

FIC: Rain 2: Love (Life Prison)

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through New Year's Day.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

The essence of Liege-Love Day was giving to others, so he would celebrate the day by giving a present to his sister.

Dec. 28th, 2014

FIC: Rain 1: Beauty (The Eternal Dungeon) - holiday gift story, 1/5

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through New Year's Day.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

Ira had never beaten him, even though their pack-leader clearly found his constant suggestions to be annoying. That showed good sense.

FIC: Rain 1: Beauty (The Eternal Dungeon) - holiday gift fic, 1/5

This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift
for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50
Darkfics
challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through New Year's Day.


Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

Ira had never beaten him, even though their pack-leader clearly found his constant suggestions to be annoying. That showed good sense.

Dec. 21st, 2011

Plus Love (Loren's Lashes; holiday gift story)

Everyone calls her a fag hag. But Gay Pride Day has arrived, and her best friend is about to give her a new name.

"Tell me you're gay!" Gary nearly knocked her to the floor as he scrambled over her. "Please tell me you're gay!"

Dec. 20th, 2010

FIC: Men and Lads (Life Prison) - 2010 holiday gift story

Two guards. Two prisoners. A multitude of problems.

Parental supervision is strongly suggested for this story.

He knew what his prisoner's expression would be before he saw it: a mixture of apprehension, wary hope, and the expression he had come to fear most of all – determination.

This is my 2010 holiday gift story, posted in celebration of Midwinter's Eve, marking the beginning of Hell's Fast. (I trust that you've all had your merrymaking in preparation for the long winter deprivation.) The story is in response to this prompt by [livejournal.com profile] shadowsonthesun (though your name really should be shadowonthemoon tonight, you know).

Aug. 8th, 2009

FIC: The Unanswered Question (The Eternal Dungeon)

No weapons, no allies, and no guarantees that he will survive the test.

Parental supervision is strongly suggested.

He was weaponless. Or rather, not quite weaponless, for he knew what he was capable of doing with his body, but he bore no blade, nor any whip, nor any lead pipe with which to stun his victim, nor any rope with which to strangle the victim . . . The number of potential weapons he had deliberately laid aside was frighteningly high.

Dec. 28th, 2008

FIC: Re-creation (The Three Lands) - 2008 holiday gift story

Cover for Re-creation

What can you give a slave who, by law, can own nothing? . . . A 2008 holiday gift story for Dusk Peterson's readers.

He could not leave this room without his father's permission. And he could not imagine going to his father and saying, "Please let me go gather moss so that my slave can have a proper New Year for once."

November 2017

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
2627282930  

Tags

Syndicate

RSS Atom
Powered by InsaneJournal