#heated chivalry

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Chapter 3: Capable of Passion is up!

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“Letmeknowifyouneedsomething,” Eric mumbled, nearly shooting for the door.

“Maybe I do,” Kyle called.

Eric stuck his head, and only his head, back through the opening. “Yes?”

“I was thinking about our talk,” Kyle said, lowering his voice.

Eric looked at him, raising his brows.

“About how you don’t think you’re capable of passion,” Kyle said, stretching a little, letting his stomach muscles flex.

“That’s, I said that,” Eric replied. Kyle saw him swallow.

Kyle pushed up from the bed and walked toward him. Eric didn’t move, watching him, his brown eyes going wide. Kyle hitched his hip on the dresser. “Well, I think you are,” he said, looking Eric over again. Let Eric think it was an overly flirtatious compliment and run away. Or, let him realize it was an invitation. And stay.

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bone apple teeth!

special thanks to @thesevenpercent for beta reading the sex scene. Go read her wonderful work, especially my favorite, The Vocabulary of Exile.

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coming sooooooon to an ao3 near you

Kyle’s a centuries old demigod. He runs the Kingfisher, an inn and tavern that can go wherever it’s wanted or needed. His friends are tired of him moaning about his one night stands with inappropriate men and want him to find someone who’s devoted to him.

Eric’s a knight. He’s recently divorced and convinced he’s incapable of true passion, but he wants companionship. His secret solution? Become a monk. Even though he’s an atheist- at least he’ll be of service and living with likeminded people. He’ll tell his friends Scott and Kip right after their marriage.

Kyle offers Eric a chance to test whether or not he’s capable of passion. In bed.

It’s no big deal: someone like Eric would never want a life with Kyle, but at least he won’t go to a monastery. And Eric’s glad and a little nervous to have the attention what he assumes is a much younger man, even if he only wants a fling.

That’s until they unleash an ancient magic that will change them both forever.

And maybe they’ll figure out they’re exactly what the other one wants and needs.

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Y'all, writing a slowburn fanfic is wild. I have written 11k words. They have not kissed. I have some fun sex scenes planned, but damn if these two want to like, know each other before they start banging??????

Crazy. What is this. My second chance Hollanov boys were doing BJs in a barn by chapter four.

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next up in my fantasy AU:

Kyle is a demi-god who loves running the Kingfisher, a very weird inn that sometimes defies the rules of physics and magic.

Eric is a knight who is divorced and ready to retire wants nothing more than to flee the outside world for a monastery. (because it’s quiet and he can be of service… he doesn’t actually believe in the gods).

Kyle thinks that’s a stupid idea For Reasons and decides to make it his mission to show Eric how much more fun he’d have if he stayed.

Eric is confused and pleased and slightly embarrassed that this lovely young twink likes him and wants to show him around.

He has no idea Kyle is a demigod but he does enjoy adoring and worshipping him in the bedroom.

Ilya Rozanov Hollander shows up a few times to remind them that they are idiots.

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Cursebreaker is complete!

48K Fantasy AU. Sequel to Captain and Knight, Cursebreaker follows Shane and Ilya as rangers at Centaur's Station. They get drawn to a finishing school for young noblewomen to help two servants escape an evil witch, who just so happens to have cursed a close friend.

And then all the shit hits all the proverbial fans.

You will probably enjoy it more if you read C&K first, but I think the lore is simple enough to be enjoyed on it's own.

Here's an excerpt, where Shane explains their married names.

“What name did you go with?” Scott asked. In Villemarie, the spouse who brought more to the marriage, either in title and wealth, kept their name. 

“That’s not as important here.” Shane said with a shrug. “I’m Hollander-Rozanov, he’s Rozanov-Hollander. If you really want to get into it, it gets complicated when you use our titles. Technically, I’m Prince Ilya Rozanov, Shane, Lord Hollander. Because in Faerie, prince is just a  courtesy title. I think it makes more sense when it’s a woman marrying a man? It would be Princess Ilya Rozanov, then. We decided that when we’re in Villemarie, we’ll be Lord Hollander and Captain Hollander, because again, it’s too confusing to have two lords Hollander, and we’ll stop a lot of questions about why I threw away my knighthood for him, if he takes my name. Kip’s going to become Kip Hunter?” Shane asked, curiously. It sounded like a person looking for breakfast.

“Yes. But I like the idea of using both. He has a doctorate, so I wouldn’t mind being Doctor and Lord Grady. Honestly,” Scott said, suddenly reflective, “I don’t know how attached I am anymore to Hunter. And there’s more Gradys than Hunters.” His mouth twisted, and he looked a little sad.

“Hunter-Grady is nice.” Shane replied, and then the conversation stalled. “Ilya.” He said, turning to look at his husband. 

“Yes, Princess Ilya Rozanov, Shane, Lord Hollander?” He said. “Is this old man still a customer?” 

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Traits of mine I give to Shane Hollander when I write him:

Loves horses

Enjoys being bad at something, because it doesn’t happen a lot

Info dumping as a friendship gift

Sometimes has like, clarifying anger

Traits of Mine I give to Ilya Rozanov when I write him:

My relationship with my dad!

Humor as a high level defense mechanism

Feeling like he has to be of use to be loved (I actually fixed this in therapy but Ilya hasn’t yet, which I why I’m writing a third story).

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Cursebreaker Chapter 6

A New Bombshell Enters the Villa

(a heated rivalry fantasy AU. Technically a sequel to Captain and Knight but I think it can maybe stand on its own)

excerpt:

“Are you related to Lord Hollander?” Ilya asked. It was the only thing that made sense. He wasn’t the right age, he was dressed as a ranger, he had a broken nose, he was married.

“I am Lord Hollander.” He snapped. Hollander’s nostrils flared and he shook his head a little. “C’mon, Ilya. It’s me, Shane. What’s going on here?”

“Shane.” Ilya said, feeling his face go hot. He’d never heard Hollander say his own first name to him. And this… Shane had offered it so quickly and easily. Like they were friends. He swallowed.

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Spoilers/author’s notes for the chapter under the cut

This chapter contains some of my favorite scenes.

-Ilya trying to get Shane to kiss him, Shane trying not to let Ilya know they’re married so he doesn’t cause a time travel paradox. I rewrote this one a bunch.

-Ilya being so focused on Getting Some he walks away during the plot relevant discussion. Honestly, helpful because I reveal the discussion later AND I don’t have a big clunky exposition scene.

-figuring out how to put everyone under the enchantment was a struggle. For a long time I thought this would be a story where Shane Does Everything Right and never gets enchanted. Because he is That Guy in a fairy tale or fantasy novel.

But that just didn’t work for where the story was going. So then I had to think of a way where he would willingly enchant himself. And that was a Future Luca telling him it would be fine/Ilya being fine with it. If only we could have a friend from the future tell us that a decision would be fine!

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🍆🔍 For any of your stormhedge fics ❤️

🍆 the part in hastilude where lyonel has sword oil soaking into his arm hair might have been my favorite of the entire series:

Dunk could happily throttle him until he empties the vial in his palm. The oil spills down his forearm in slick threads that glimmer, crystalline, tracing the outline of the muscles in his forearm.

as for what everyone else thinks is the sexiest…maybe the fingering scene in passage of arms (which i don’t even think of as sexual anymore because it was such a pain to write)

🔍 in charnel, dunk dreams about tanselle, except he and lyonel are her knight puppets, which can’t involve baelor because baelor has died, and the mythology of knighthood with him. the trial has killed all the songs and the stories and the hope dunk had that he could be one of the great knights of legend, as well as whatever youthful naïveté let him think the great knights of legend were real

Tanselle is there, hand puppets dancing to the foreign words of the old man’s song, fingers slim and straight and so clever that the knights on her strings seem to come to life with the slightest twitch. One wears heavy mail and a surcoat plain of ornament or decoration. The other is daffodil-yellow from his antlers to his spurs, giggling in Tanselle’s musical voice.

You are no knight, sing-songs the golden knight to the steel. You are Florian the Fool!

Tanselle’s fingers snap, and the plain puppet fumbles with his shield. Dunk has never seen such a beautiful shield. It is not the kind of thing a knight often carries into battle, more art than sigil, the star blazing through the elm branches glowing as though the artist worked silver and sunlight into the paint.

All men are fools, my lord, and all men are knights, when the Seven bid them fight.

i love dream symbolism and imagery and i will shove it in wherever i can ‼️‼️