FB3X Drabble Cascade #68 - word of the week is 'invent'

Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #68 - This week's word of the week is 'invent'.

Suitable for all.

The Way A Cascade Works

it's really very simple, be inspired by our word of the week and just write :).

To see this week's entries check out the list at the bottom of this post. We put it behind a cut so it doesn't clog up your scrolling.

A drabble is a work of 100 words exactly. Flash fiction is a work of up to 500 words. Both may be submitted to the cascade. So What Can You Write? The simple answer is - anything! Our work here on FB3X will be erotically themed. but feel free to take the inspiration any way you want to, fiction, fanfiction, non-fiction, meta, since variety is the spice of life!

To those struck by inspiration (and no you don't have to be a professional writer to join in, anyone can embrace their inner author):

• Below you will find a chance to join in the cascade in the form of a linked list
• Write a drabble/flash fiction inspired by the word of the week.
• Post the fiction to your own blog, social media, or website 
• Then insert a link into the linked list to that drabble/flash fiction for everyone to find (A hint of the genre of your drabble/flash fiction in the title of your post would be appreciated.), e.g. A Little Bit of Fun (PG, Science Fiction)
• To encourage your friends to join in and hence cascade the fun, you can also add the list into your own post by copying the code.
• OR you can just write us something in the comments :)

For folks who enjoy reading drabbles/flash fiction: you can then peruse the cascade to your heart's content :).

AND NOW - on to the fiction :)

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Contains adult themes,
or language

Don't Lie To Me Pt 1 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

Author's Note
When I thought of invent, my mind wandered over to the invention of falsehoods, i.e. lying, and then this story grew from there. :)

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“Don’t lie to me, Gwym!” Bertram warned in a snarl as he shoved the slender man up against the wall with his body. “Remember, I know your artful ways.”

Dipped head, the coward could not even meet Bertram’s gaze. Bertram roared, backing off and then slamming them both into the wall again. Gywm cried out in pain, but did not fight. That saved his life.

“You took the chalice, why?” Bertram pressed, mind and body.

Gwym resisted the probe, screaming denial.

“Then why were you not at dinner?”

Gwym sagged, suddenly still in Bertram’s thrall.

“Waiting - in your bedroom.”

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Don't Lie To Me Pt 2 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

Shocked, Bertram watched Gwym’s eyes roll in his head and his friend begin to slide down the wall. He caught the limp body, scooping Gwym into his arms. Guilt exploded  into his chest. He had listened to the whispers, to petty jealousies of the court, and his lifelong friend had paid for it.

Now he knew Gwym’s secret, the reason his best friend had been watching him furtively with those grey eyes and hidden thoughts. Times the taleweaver had been about to use his silver tongue and suddenly retreated now made sense. 

Bertram knew he had to make things right.

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Don't Lie To Me Pt 3 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

Bertram laid Gwym’s unconscious form on the bed, sitting back, other emotions beginning to mix with guilt. At last, his friend groaned, grabbed blindly for a pillow and yanked it over his face. He froze halfway through the action, though, peering over the top of the cushion, unusually unsure of himself.

“I’m sorry,” Bertram confessed. “When Alyssa said she had seen you…”

Gwym huffed, disappearing all the way behind the cushion. Bertram’s heart sank further. Yet a hand found his and he melted in joy as Gwym’s once familiar thoughts touched his.

[Who do you think took the betrothal cup?]

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Don't Lie To Me Pt 4 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

Bertram was so happy to have Gwym’s thoughts back mixing with his own that it took him a few seconds to process what had been said.

“But she’s my betrothed,” he objected and was laughed at, well, in his head anyway, because Gwym was making little moaning sounds behind the pillow.

[For a thoughtreader, you are the densest person I know.]

If he hadn’t been feeling so guilty, Bertram would have ruffled.

[She’s in love with her champion.]

“Jaime?!”

Gwym snorted, then groaned, released Bertam’s hand and rolled into a ball.

“And you love me?”

Gwym’s silence gave the answer.

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Don't Lie To Me Pt 5 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

“I honour you, My Liege,” Gwym’s muffled reply eventually came from behind the cushion.

Bertram was not so dense with everyone, though; he recognised formality’s protection in Gwyms voice and reached for the pillow. Gwym did not resist the removal, only shifted uncomfortably in the light and Bertram’s scrutiny.

It was no use trying to win Gwym’s confession with words, so Bertram pulled him up to sitting. Gwym averted his eyes again.

[No more hiding,] Bertram urged gently and Gwym’s jaw slackened at the sharing.

[F-forbidden,] Gwym’s thoughts stuttered.

Bertram rubbed his palm against Gwym’s cheek.

[I make the law.]

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Don't Lie To Me Pt 6 (PG, m/m, Fantasy Romance)

by Sophie Duncan

Gwym trembled under Bertram’s touch and it was no longer from the pain of the thrall. He knew if he let this moment go, it would never come again; Gwym would retreat behind honour and distracting, pretty words, so he acted. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Gwym’s slack mouth. The response was instantaneous: Gwym kissed back, a deep movement so uncontrolled it sent sparks of desire through Bertram.

[Be mine.]

[Always.]

[And I am yours.]

Bertram felt the power-oath instate and his instincts shifted. Gwym gasped, tensed against him and moaned wantonly. It was Bertram’s turn to shiver.

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Contains adult themes,
or language

Magic Touch (R, Fantasy)

by Natasha Duncan-Drake

Author's Note
I just wondered where someone would get ideas for new spells and came up with this :) I hope you all enjoy it.

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Drake had once been told there was no such thing as a new spell. Magic had been a part of life for so long that there had to be spells for everything. He, however, did not agree.

There was one area not so well covered: sex.

Drake had an inventive mind and he was done simply using other people's ideas.

"What... are... you... doing?" Phin panted out as Drake drove into his lover with magic as well as his dick.

"Come for me," Drake whispered back in Latin and Phin whined loudly and shot his load all over the bed.

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