Hey-o.
I've started writing a new fic. (Not published yet, probably won't be until BATF finishes.)
I do so much damn agnst and tragedy, that I've gotten a little sick of it, so I decided I wanted to write some magic-sexy-times with a )(*#$(*# HEA. I mean, yes, Edward is a little DarkMagicalSexyVillain, but who doesn't like BadGuy!ward.
(Totally a b/e fic though, I promise.)
So I'm going to take advantage of FFA to do a little searching for a pre-reader.
I'm really looking for someone who's thorough, very critical and can afford to take on another fic.
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Here's the general plot-idea.
Who knew when Renee Dwyer ran off and left Charlie and her daughter that she was running from supernatural assasins? Charlie didn't, that's who, and Bella didn't either, at least not until a Faerie appeared one night in her dorm-room to inform her that she was the last heir to a magical kingdom.
To make matters worse, not only is Bella bethrothed to a Dragon Prince, but a Djinn King who has a fondness for turning women into sex-slaves seems to be stalking her, and God knows what he wants.
Here are some snippits to see if it's the kind of thing you'd be interested in:
“No,” Bella, stuttered backing up into the bookshelf that held the red book she had been searching for for so long. “You can’t.”
Edward looked at her stoically. “I think the time has long passed for you to be issuing commands.” He brought up his hands and snapped—once. The air crackled, and the smell of burning metal filled Bella’s nostrils. Djinn Magic.
The book flew off the shelf, flapping its cover, pages like fluttering wings, before landing to perch in Edward’s outstretched hand. “Now if only you were as tractable as these books, Isabella.” He took great pleasure in saying her name, as if it were a spell in itself.
Then, with a long stare that would have been casual if not for the black heat in his eyes, he brought up a single finger to slowly stroke the spine of the book. It trembled a little under his touch, before opening itself completely, pages still and vulnerable to his masterful fingers.
Even though Edward wasn't touching her, Bella shivered, too.
She was unsure whether to run away or try and snatch the book from his hands, but by the time she decided to run, he was already incanting the words that forced her to stay. Not because the charm itself had a compulsion to keep her still, but because she couldn’t help but watch the demise of her life as she knew it.
The spell began in Djinn-talk, a sillibant language made of clusters of fricative consonants, but eventually English creeped in. “And so as my forefathers have before me, and my forefathers before them—“
“Wait,” Bella interjected, thinking perhaps she could appeal to the side of him she had seen before the mishap at the frat party. "Can't we talk about this, like, I don't know, normal human beings?”
Edward paused, giving her a scathing look that made clear exactly how human he considered the both of them to be, before continuing. “I therefore will endeavor to bind you, Isabella Swan, daughter of Eve as I have—”
“Anything but this,” Bella whispered. That was what Edward had wanted from the very beginning, her begging and pleading before him as was the Old Way. And now, the irony was not lost on her, he had gotten his wish.
The pages of the book ruffled slightly in the artificial magical wind that been pricked into motion by the incantation. Edward tamed the rouge leaf of paper with a single finger, pressing it back down.
Bella couldn’t believe it. He was going to do it.
“I hereby invoke the most ancient covenant.”
“Please,” she begged.
Finally, finally, he looked up from the tome and into her eyes. The force of his gaze cut her and drew blood.
“But don’t you see, dear? I’ve won. I already get anything and everything I could possibly desire once I say the spell. What could you possibly offer me?” Despite his words he shut the book and stowed it under one roguishly crooked arm.
He began to stroll towards her.
Isabella felt the spines of the book press against her back as she tried to disappear into the bookshelf behind her. With every point of contact between her spine and the shelf her plight was made clearer: there was nowhere to go. Think faerie-tales, what do the maidens always offer. “M-my first born child?” It's not like I'm having children anytime soon, anyway, if ever.
The smoothness the pads of his fingertips, without the whorls and lines of humans disarmed Bella enough that she couldn’t help but lean in. It wasn’t fair that he had that effect on her.
But then his eyes of molten gold stilled into a darker shade, and the illusion was broken. Pleased with the after-taste of victory, his lips twisted into a smirk. “Why settle for one when I could have them all?”
and:
"Yes, Alice will be giving you the make of overs to prepare you for the ball." Rosalie grabbed a tissue from behind her and after stepping out of the coffee cup began to wrap herself in it. She frowned disappointedly as she realized that upon contact the tissue soaked through.
With some reluctance, Bella switched away from her email, back to her paper. “I told you, Rosalie, I’m not going to the Ball. I already had to skip my last Music History test because there was a Gnome uprising."
Frustrated with the tissue-paper, using her butter-fly wings Rosalie fluttered up to the thicker paper towel roll and tugged at the edge of it. "But you must go, Mistriss. You simply mu--" With a thump and a high-pitched squeal from Rosalie, the paper-towel roll toppled onto her.
Bella closed her lap-top with a frustrated growl, but her eyes were wide. The last time Rosalie had called her Mistress was when she had woken her up at six am to tell her the Gnome population of the eastern border had stormed the castle yelling “no taxation without representation.” The Ball must be serious business.
Gently, so as to not hurt the faerie, Bella picked up the paper towel role. Then, with one hand covering her eyes, she handed Rosalie a sheaf of paper. "Just be straightforward with me, Rosalie, why do I have to go this party?"
Rosalie quickly tied her paper-towel into an origami-gown so extravagant it could have passed at the Oscars. "It is not in magic's nature to be straight-forward.”
Bella took another sheaf from the paper towel roll and began to wipe away the spills of tea Rosalie had left from her bath.
"Well, it's not in my nature to go to fairy-tale balls before finishing my homework," Bella said, sounding actually disappointed.
The moment she had been told she was a witch she had been waiting for the fairy tale balls to begin (and with those balls Prince Charming.) Unfortunately, being the last remaining heir to an ancient house of magic meant dealing mostly with politic. That and home repair on Castle Dwyer.
No great adventure or saving the world yet.
Bella was still secretly disappointed that while magic did exist there wasn’t a Hogwarts or Narnia. She was even more disappointed that meant no Cedric Diggory or Prince Caspian.
Rosalie gave another high-pitched squeal, this time in annoyance. "Bella, you must attend. Prince Jacob is coming all the way from La Push, just for you."
This caught Bella’s attention. She hadn’t been kissed since the Date that Wasn’t with Eric Yorkie, and a Prince Jacob sounded promising. "Who? Where?"
“La Push the capitol of the Dragon Kingdom, and Prince Jacob. . . ” A sly smirk crept over Rosalie's miniature lips. "Your intended."
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