FxF On The Hunt

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FxF On The Hunt

Artemis

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For some reason, I have decided to create a whole new request thread instead of just updating my old one. So here it is! Complete with some lovely new plots.

Expectations
  • Plot/Smut 80/20 - Or somewhere around there. Pure smut doesn't really interest me.
  • Multi-Paragraph Replies! Some posts will be shorter, some longer. With that said, if I don't have much to work with I lose interest fast.
  • 1/Week Replies at minimum.
  • Communication - It's great! Life gets in the way sometimes, all I ask is that you tell me.
What You Can Expect from Me
  • Detailed replies, multi-paragraph replies. With that said, I won't create more length just for length's sake.
  • 1/ Week replies. I can often reply quicker than a week, but I can promise 1/week minimum.
  • Worldbuilding! It's one of my favorite things to do, especially when I have someone to bounce ideas off of.
  • Kinks! I do have a pretty wide range of kinks, but these depend on the RP and will be discussed in PMs.
Plots

Most of these are set up to be FxF, which is what I prefer. I do not care if you are a male writer writing a female or not. There are a few of these that I might be willing to do MxF, provided I am writing the female, if FxF is not to your tastes.

Concubines are among the most valued of slaves in the land. Trained from birth in the ways of pleasure, as well as the finer points of noble life, history, and politics, only the richest may afford one, so exorbitant are their prices. All are of incredible beauty, and it is said for as long as they have existed, wars have been fought over a simple concubine. In a world where arranged marriages are commonplace, it is the job of a concubine to fulfill her lord or lady's wishes, a task all take to heart.




Precious few are released from their slavery, so beloved are they. But always do they hold the position of concubine, never wife. For even when they are free women, they have no house, no royal blood. To marry would be beneath oneself. And yet, what happens when one such owner falls in love with such a concubine? To harbor a preference for a concubine is commonplace, yet true love, young love – there is power in that. Power to shatter tradition - but at what cost to the noble family?

In Athos, old blood rules supreme. The king, queen, and nobles of the court are all Old Blood, for there is power in blood. Some say this power came from the Gods, others, the Devils. Perhaps it is true, but who can be certain of whispers of an age long since passed?


Years of mingling with lesser houses and breeding with those that are not pure have taken their toll. Precious few houses Retain a fragment of their former selves. They are trained to use their powers, which are unique to each family. Some can control the elements – others, influence mind, speak with the dead. The list goes on, endlessly. Powers, great and small – most forgotten.


In a matter of days, two of the most powerful houses are set to be wed. Once enemies, the bond of marriage will bind the two together. Old blood, with old blood – a powerful alliance many fear. In their own regards, each are powerful – but together, they will be unstoppable. On that day, many gifts will be given – including a book of old history, one of the few recordings of what once was, and what could yet be. A book, corrupted with darkness, offers power beyond comprehension, but at a cost: The corruption of one's very being.

The culture and traditions of the Northern tribes are foreign to the outside world. In many places, they are both feared and hated in equal measure. Their raids are fierce, their gods strange and savage. The kingdom of Drathen has never seen their like. Arriving by sea, the small seaside town of Alos offered little resistance. The loot was incredible, for such an indefensible place. Gold, gems – and of course, slaves.


She was the daughter of a traveling merchant, living in relative comfort. That was taken from her, replaced with a rope around her neck. She was given off to a warrior woman whose harsh language she could not speak, taken back to a country she did not know.

In the shadows of Victorian London, terrors stalk the streets at night. Powerful vampire clans have been at each other's throats for the last two years, and tensions are high. At a grand ball held by the Malaki, the tensions finally snapped. Hunters disguised as servants struck, slaughtering a handful of young vampire spawn.


That was the moment the Great War started, a war not seen in centuries. Amongst it all, A slayer of little renown, one of the assassins, was taken alive. She did not die a quick death, tortured for some time before receiving the ultimate curse – she was turned and trained to be a weapon. With a slayer's knowledge and careful training by an elder vampire, she would surely make a deadly weapon in the war. A war which she started, yet wanted nothing to do with.

Magic was for the rich, for the nobles. It was certainly not for a common servant. It happened late one fateful night, called to her master's quarters. He tried to take her, she knew how it would go already. It wasn't until she felt his clammy touch on her skin did she begin to protest. She hadn't meant to do anything – but he continued, and she reached into a part of her she didn't even realize existed. She took what meager possessions she had and ran. It took only a day before the soldiers had caught up with her. She had expected the Inquisitors – she knew the law. Using sorcery of any kind was outlawed for but those of pure noble blood. But they were not the Inquisitors but hired men, of a local noble house. The soldiers offer a meeting, a chance to avoid certain death on the tables of the inquisition. What she could not know is they offer much more – the chance to become a lady of the court, to train her powers. Yet the inquisitors have not given up on the runaway servant.

For centuries, magic has hidden in the darkness, reserved for precious few. Guarded and protected, the seal has finally been broken. Magic flows freely through the blood of every human being on earth. But the consequences of breaking the long pent-up power are disastrous. Freshwater throughout the planet was filled with a common magical reagent – salt. Only man-made plastics shrug the pulse off with ease. The results are simple and catastrophic – Sealed water has become the most precious thing on the planet.

It didn't take long for the panic to start. Only a few hours before chaos overtook the world. In the chaos, the magic lying dormant in blood ignited.


*I do have a magic system in mind for this! It is still in the works, so I don't want to post all my ramblings here. If you're interested, just ask in PM.*

She had been one of the few outside the city when the reckoning came from the distant empire. A great burst of fire from the sky that razed her beloved city. She did not look away, and for that, she paid a price - her sight.


It was the first strike of a war that still rages across the planet, though she does not know this. Her world is that of a city ruined, of society collapsed into chaos. A wave of crime, looting, and violence spread rapidly to surrounding settlements. And she was amongst it, stumbling around in the darkness, guided by one soul, whether out of kindness or abuse.

Simple Pairings
Aes Sedai x Warder
Master x Apprentice
Master x Slave


Interested?

Please PM me about the idea that you would like to discuss with me, whether that be one of yours or mine.
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*Bump*

I'm looking for one more partner! ♡
 
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