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I've been and am currently working on a Duskwood (Jake×Mc, post Ironsplinter Mine happenings) fanfiction. I know that fanfics take a lot of time to actually publish, with all the information searching, writing, editing, promoting, etc. process.
My only question is, would some of you be interested in it?
Since I have exams, competitions, entrance aptitude tests ahead of me, I've been thinking of publishing the chapters weekly, starting of late spring/summer. Until then, I'll keep working on it in my free time.
This fanfiction stepped in my life so suddenly, that it made two of my main project freeze, together with the help of writer's block.
Every feedback is welcomed, and I'll report back soon with more detailed information.
Until then, have great days!
I've been and am currently working on a Duskwood (Jake×Mc, post Ironsplinter Mine happenings) fanfiction. I know that fanfics take a lot of time to actually publish, with all the information searching, writing, editing, promoting, etc. process.
My only question is, would some of you be interested in it?
Since I have exams, competitions, entrance aptitude tests ahead of me, I've been thinking of publishing the chapters weekly, starting of late spring/summer. Until then, I'll keep working on it in my free time.
This fanfiction stepped in my life so suddenly, that it made two of my main project freeze, together with the help of writer's block.
Every feedback is welcomed, and I'll report back soon with more detailed information.
Until then, have great days!
The afterfire by slytherinlizzy is now on Wattpad!
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Story category: fanfiction
Fanfiction type: Duskwood, Jake Donfort × OC
Warnings: memories of childhood trauma; mental health problems directed at various characters; use of alcohol, cigarettes; mentions and graphics of injuries, blood, vomiting, explosion, sexual related content, murder, death, suicide, abuse, violence; nudity; strong language; use of darknet; stalking; continuous violation of personal and security rights; dark themes
Ongoing
Copyright: all rights reserved
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Characters: Jake Donfort
Lyra Ambrose
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Story description:
After the explosion in the Ironsplinter Mine, things went on with a quiet tension.
Not only did the fire leave behind an unidentified body, but it further enhanced the already intricately tangled threads. And this time, Lyra was in more danger than ever.
No one from the group is trying to reach her. Lyra didn't receive a single phone call, and she couldn't make one either. Is there a more serious reason than she thinks? Or do the others no longer need her? They got what they wanted from her, and maybe... they're now afraid?
Will it be possible for the girl to build further the precisely crafted spider web in such a way that as few people as possible fall into its trap, including herself? Will she be able to move on with knowing her last words to Richy were unforgiving?
And Jake... What happened to the man who won her heart with words alone?
So many unanswered questions, and Lyra got no one but herself to help figuring them out. And as any good detective does in such situation, she began to investigate.
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Excerpts from the book (spoiler warning):
[...] And to be honest, she knew that she was the last person who was important and needed to be paid attention to, but someone could really tell her what the hell was going on. With a sigh, she lowered her phone. Lyra wanted to stay still, like since the day Thomas added her to the group. When all of this mess came crashing in her life. And until then, she managed to do well. But it seemed that without the others, without a specific person, it was imposibble. All thoughts and possibilities of what's happening came crushing her down. Her mind was buzzing and dead silent at the same time. Shocked by the informations, yet already making things up. Her knees finally gave out, and Lyra fell to the ground, a crying, curled up mess on the rug.
She wondered if if Jake showed up there unharmed, would she start a fight herself, or rather just hug him without saying a word for as long as possible. She'll still think about it. Equally, the man would truly deserve both. A small tear rolled down her cheek, caught at the corner of her upturned lips. It really deserves scientific attention, that how the salty taste of tears can make one laugh. Lyra considered she might give up journalism and part-time detective work and become a student of biology or psychology department. It would be less profitable, but still more pleasant to deal with human brains and interneurons than to deal with mine explosions and murders from legends made into reality. The quarrel suddenly stopped, punctuated by a heavy slamming of the door. A similar door slammed in Lyra's soul recently, for which she's now desperately searching for the key.
"Probably when around a few days ago I thought I'm about to get kidnapped, but turns out Jake just likes to be dramatic, and now I'm stuck here with him." All the while, she didn't take her eyes off him, who upon hearing the answer suddenly looked away, hiding a... Oh look, was that a smile?
As soon as she saw the familiar beard, Lyra hurried over to the screen, a flurry of irritated words leaving her mouth. She wanted to throw so many things at the man's head, but nothing more came out than: "Thomas, you idiot!" He stared back in shock and fear. Beside him, Lilly whispered in his ear, "She's really mad at you right now." "I see that."
She gently grabbed the other wrist as well, and as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, she tried to encourage the black-haired man to do the same. The light of the lamp on the wall by the counter cast soft shadows on his neck and face, and he slowly began to surrender to Lyra's movements. The music hummed softly in the background, gently dancing with the lights as the two people did. Somehow this was different now than at any other time in Lyra's life. She was always the one who was led, the little lost, unfortunate girl, but now someone is relying on her, watching her movements. They are clumsy together, but this didn't fill her with nervousness, rather a pleasantly warm liquid flowed through the woman's body. If Jason or Betty saw her now, they wouldn't believe that this was the same Lyra they took under their wing just a year ago. Her adopted family would understand now, the journalist never had a regular family, but many and many, everywhere. She began to take bigger and bigger steps to the rhythm of the music, by that her dance partner forced to follow her example. Jake smiled down at her, admiring, loving how enthusiastic she was, wanting to spin him around. "You were right, you're horrible in this," he said with the biggest grin known to man on his face. "Sod off, kindly?" "That was very British of you," Jake laughed while trying to spin her around, the two almost tripping over each others' feet. "You're such a little weird one," he said as he pulled her closer, spinning around between the small kitchen area and the tables.