ganymede's jonsa fic recs:
Break the Magic that the Devil Made, by @thewolvescalledmehome
Upon the hill sat a grand manor. The elder folk of the village would recall, especially when in their cups, a time when it was home to revelry, feasts, and balls. They would remark on how friendly the noble family was, inviting the whole village to every event, how the land between the village and the hill used to be fertile soil and the crops bountiful. The fields between the village and the manor turned barren and the bramble forest grew overnight, if the stories whispered around a fire were to be believed, making it impossible to venture between the manor and the village. They said the family and the manor had been cursed. They also said that in order for the lord of the manor to break the curse, he needed to find a bride that was willing to brave the bramble forest and the giant wolves that hunted there.
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