FadedDuarte
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-waves you over like a shouter in a town square-
Come one, come all! As I present to you what will hopefully be some plots to suit your gay fancies. But before I do, allow me to introduce myself. Hi! I'm FadedDuarte, and by my username, it is correct that I may or may not be reading The Cursed Prince as we speak, and I may or may not be hooked...
and got me all inspired to write fantasy nonsense again! I've been writing for 10+ years and was a Wattpad native for a long time before I even began properly writing, so I've been around the block a few! I'm somewhat of a novella writer, not that I'm an expert but my word count usually reaches 1k-2k words depending on the energy I have or the energy of my partner. I'm a very heavy descriptor, write in the third person so I'm mainly looking for that as well.
I also, as the tag says, mainly go for MxM just because I'm a gay man myself and also that's where my roots in roleplay come from. But I'm definitely down to do some MxF if it catches my fancy. So, now that the basics are out of the way, I'll let you get comfortable with my plots! Now, these can always be adjusted/expanded upon depending on my or your ideas for said plot, so feel free to pm me and let me know what you think! Brainstorming is always the best part.
Character A is a prince who was born and raised in the palace but always held a hankering for adventure, toppling over himself just to watch the knights off into the valley or snuck his way into the armory, gaining a scar from holding his father's signature longsword too close to his supple cheek, narrowly missing his eye. He was always chided by his mother, otherwise ignored as she often disappeared into the shadows, forgotten as the King patted his cut down, an expression on the man's face the prince couldn't explain. Though, he would know soon enough as the Queen had been caught with the Kings bastard brother — the future heir turned blacksmith, hitting the iron so hot it could challenge his temper and hate deep down.
He'd been gunning for the throne ever since, gritting his teeth while he made for the village people and even as he had his wife; it wasn't enough. The brother instead concocted a scheme; make the boy a sword as a proper birthday present, forged in good faith, and lure him away, promising to train him. Only to leave him in the wolf infested forest to die. That was where, with the help of the Queen, would urgently lead the king there, plowing through the beasts with his sword to get to his son. Only when he got to him, a fleshy sound pierced through the dying howls. And the prince looked down, his sword flaying through his father's heart. To which the prince himself was sent to trial and condemned for his crime, exiled outside of the kingdom.
Ten years pass of accomodations to the elements, growing his hair out and changing his name, all for a up and coming guard to find him in a lowly bar, seemingly recognizing him immediately and with a request he wasn't expecting; that he needed to come back with him and seal his place on the throne while his uncle threatened to take over every nation one by one, already succeeding with two.
Ten years pass of accomodations to the elements, growing his hair out and changing his name, all for a up and coming guard to find him in a lowly bar, seemingly recognizing him immediately and with a request he wasn't expecting; that he needed to come back with him and seal his place on the throne while his uncle threatened to take over every nation one by one, already succeeding with two.
Basically this one would be a brother coming after his sister (in this case our 'Belle' who'd been taken after she exchanged herself for her father's freedom, and went to go save her on his traumatized Dad's behalf. And when he gets there, intends to kill the beast once and for all, the polar opposite of his sister. Yet when he finally gets there, shoving his sword deep in his gullet, there's a recognition in the Beasts eyes before his growl bellows through the hall. He grabs the brothers throat, squeezing with just enough pressure that whistles of breath rasp from his lips.
"If you think you've come to take her..." He growls, his breath blowing his bangs back. then you may as well leave. I'll see you on your way OUT!" His roar sent his ears splitting, and being crashed down on crumbled marble didn't entirely help. It was then in his ringing ears did he hear his sister's voice, a shrill gasp as she pushed through the beast to her brother. The beast growled, cape flying behind him in contempt. She hugged him tight and glared back at the beast with her sardonic eyes.
"You will take me to where I can fix him."
And from this point onward, I imagine the brother helping her escape, leaving him and the beast alone to play out the rest of the usual story beats.
"If you think you've come to take her..." He growls, his breath blowing his bangs back. then you may as well leave. I'll see you on your way OUT!" His roar sent his ears splitting, and being crashed down on crumbled marble didn't entirely help. It was then in his ringing ears did he hear his sister's voice, a shrill gasp as she pushed through the beast to her brother. The beast growled, cape flying behind him in contempt. She hugged him tight and glared back at the beast with her sardonic eyes.
"You will take me to where I can fix him."
And from this point onward, I imagine the brother helping her escape, leaving him and the beast alone to play out the rest of the usual story beats.
