Title of your WIP: The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier
Genre: Fantasy, LGBT
Trigger Warnings: Violence/Death, Language
Stage of writing process: First draft of the third rewrite
Synopsis: In a world where gods exist and walk among us, a struggling waitress winds up engaged to the most infuriating man on the planet, and finds herself the target of her father’s unknown enemies as she tries to sort out her love life.
Links: WIP Page ~ WIP Intro Post ~ A-Z Challenge
WIP tag: #work rtt
Other WIP Information: This is basically just a darker Percy Jackson but for gay adults and I make no apologies
title: The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier
genre: LGBT+, fantasy
themes: romance, mythology, diversity, disability, death
status: a third attempt at finishing a draft
current wc: 26,239
summary: In a world where gods exist and walk among us, a struggling waitress winds up engaged to the most infuriating man on the planet and finds herself the target of her father’s unknown enemies as she tries to sort out her love life.
excerpt, characters, and tag list under the cut
“So, Daisy,” he started, watching me closely. “Do you ever think about death?”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I thought it over. In any other class, it might be a weird question, but in a sociology class dedicated to the study of death…
I shrugged. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I had to watch my mom die a couple of years ago, so it’s been…a thing.” Not to mention the fact that my father was apparently the king of the afterlife now…
Cain whistled low. “That’s heavy stuff.”
I laughed, embarrassed. “Yeah, sorry, that’s not really what you were asking. It’s just, that’s the main reason I wanted to take this class.”
“What class?” He asked me, looking...genuinely confused.
“Two-twenty-five?” I reminded him. “Death and Dying?”
“Oh,” he laughed. “That's kind of funny.”
That didn't really seem like the right reaction here. “Um...why?” I asked carefully.
“Because," he began with an apologetic smile, and pulled a stupid big knife from inside his coat. "I am here to kill you, Daisy."
daisy: 20, she/her, incredibly bisexual. A small town college student and the center of an anciet prophecy. Angry, sarcastic, and unwilling.
hyacinth: 20, she/her, painfully heterosexual. Daisy's twin sister, an aspiring model. Incredibly vain and wickedly jealous.
erme: 7,000+, they/them, pansexual and polyamorous. The god of lies and Daisy's guardian. Smug and gorgeous.
hades: 10,000++, he/him, asexual and aromantic. King of the underworld, father of Daisy and Hyacinth. A stressed dad trying his best.
tag list: (I realize I haven’t posted or tagged in forever, yikes, so as always just ask to be added/removed/only tagged in certain posts/challenges/WIPs) @alessia-writes @jess---writes @kaigods @mastery-in-procrastination @abalonetea @the-real-rg @testblog0220737 @lookslikechill @pen-for-sword @mourningalleglory @buckaroowrites
The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier: Daughter of the underworld and subject of a prophecy, local waitress just wants to be Left Alone. LGBT+, Mythology, Sass
The World Beyond the Looking Glass: Taking the advice of a talking dragon, girl jumps through a portal through time and space to a medieval world. LGBT+, Found Family, Strength
Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.
From The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier
“And…what about you?” I prompted, trying not to sound hopeful.
Erme raised an eyebrow, amused, before glancing down at the foot of the bed, awkwardly tapping their fingers on the arms of their chair. “I told you, you have the right impression of me, louloudaki,” they said, though there was something quiet and reluctant in their tone.
Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.
From The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier
frame:
“Hey, Hyacinth,” I called from the living room, effectively shutting them both up. “Pauly.”
A few heel clicks later and Hyacinth appeared in the entrance to the living room. “Oh my god, Daisy!” she squeaked, leaning on the door frame for support. “You’re back! Are—are you okay?”
clear:
I shrugged. “You give me something cute to look at on my shifts,” I told him, as if that were compensation enough. The way his eyes blew even wider still as he processed what I had said certainly was.
His sibling laughed out loud, making me smile with some pride that I’d been the cause of it. “Oh, you are barking up the wrong tree, louloudaki.” That name sounded familiar for some reason, though I had no idea what it meant. The first bit I understood loud and clear, though: my cute regular was not into women.
“I’m the god of a lot of things,” they explained. “Travel. Language. Sports and contests. Shepherds, thieves.” They paused for a moment, almost smirking as they added, “Sex.” They seemed rather amused by the way the monitor picked up speed again. “The Guide. The Messenger. The Trickster.”
It all sounded so familiar, but I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t something I’d studied in quite some time.
“Zeus gave me the name ‘Hermes,’ if that rings any bells.”
Ask to be added/removed/only tagged in certain posts/challenges/WIPs
Tagged by: @antique-symbolism. Thank you so much, I love these word search things! All excerpts taken from my NaNo project, The Romantic Trials and Troubles of Daisy Fraisier.
Yes, I was pissed that she hadn't told us, but she was right: I knew I hadn't made it an easy subject to bring up. And I was tired of being mad at everyone. I didn't want to fight over something like this. Not with her. “It's...it's okay," I told her quietly. I could feel the tension leave her at my reassurance.
I followed their gaze to the other side of the room where I found that other face I only knew from photographs, the one that looked just like my own, pale and sharp and anxious: my hasn’t-been-around-since-before-I-can-remember father.
Erme broke into a grin, not trying to hide the glance over they gave me with a hunger in their eyes that made me shiver in the warmth of the sun. In a moment they charged at me, scooping me up and throwing me into the warm water. “You dick!” I was laughing as I resurfaced, and felt them jump in next to me. “You’re such an asshole.”
All I could manage was another bitter laugh. I wanted to shout back at her, ask her why, if she was so upset over me nearly dying, did she leave me there in the hospital to go get trashed at some stupid fucking party. But I knew if I opened my mouth I was going to wind up crying instead, and that was the last impression I wanted to leave her with.
“Then the Asphodel Meadows, which is where most people wind up.” Erme paused, thinking of how to describe it. “It’s a kind of...purgatory, just a place for the souls to collect and exist. It’s nice. An endless expanse of landscape that never fills up. And then Elysium, where heroes and demigods go. It’s beautiful, like this gorge, just incredible works of nature.”
New Words: sting, difference, lack, innocent, forbid
