October themed challenge.
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12months_challengeNo Sci-ptember master list, so on we go--
October's challenge is:
Octoriginal!
This is the time for all your OCs to shine. No matter the time, no matter the place, no matter the plot - as long as the characters are yours alone, bring 'em on in!
All fics written for this challenge should be posted as a comment on this entry (a comment with a link to an offsite post is also fine). If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.
This theme challenge will end on October 31st, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.
October's challenge is:
Octoriginal!
This is the time for all your OCs to shine. No matter the time, no matter the place, no matter the plot - as long as the characters are yours alone, bring 'em on in!
All fics written for this challenge should be posted as a comment on this entry (a comment with a link to an offsite post is also fine). If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.
This theme challenge will end on October 31st, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.
[MA] First and Last - Original Work
Date: 2019-10-15 02:38 am (UTC)Pairing is mlm original character/original character
Warnings: uh, werewolves. Biting, blood, claiming. There's no explicit sex though.
First paragraph is taken from September's Intro #1 of
First and Last
His clothing flutters in the slight breeze as he sits on the ground, admiring the view before him. There is an energy present, an earth power that pulsed despite the atrocities committed here by man a few decades ago...and yes, the ones that are still going on. It is easy to forget all that, and be one with this place as it must have been hundreds of years ago, before man cast his diseased finger upon this land. He's been led to this place, this very spot. And here he sits. Waiting…
There’s a shuffle of feet, barely perceptible among the soft chirping of birds. He doesn’t tense, doesn’t turn towards the interloper. The tension on his back slowly dissipates and he rests back on his hands as the other person takes a seat at his side. Their thighs touch. He doesn’t move.
They sit in companionable silence for a while, the only sound apart from the birds and the soft breeze combing through the tops of the trees is the sound of their gentle breathing.
It’s peaceful.
(It feels almost like a dream.)
(He doesn’t want to wake up.)
“We are ready,” his companion says at last, breaking the illusion of tranquility. Jay tips his head just enough to be able to see him. Red hair up in a ponytail and a scowl that’s more worry than anger greets him. “We should move out, now, before the sun sets.”
He lets out a long sigh, eyes closing in surrender. “I know. I just…” He sits up properly and looks down. The earth is dry. Acres and acres of land in front of him are tainted with dark, dense power and countless deaths.
Eamerys smile is sardonic, sad. Understanding. Bitter. “Yes.”
They don’t say anything else for a couple more minutes, both lost in their own thoughts but intrinsically connected in their feelings.
Then Eamerys stands, silent and graceful, and extends a hand. “Let’s go.”
Jay takes it and lets the other man pull him up. Their eyes meet and hold.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
They start together towards camp, then Jay stops.
“Eam.”
He turns, his face betraying his curiosity. “Yes?”
“You know we may not come out of this alive.”
His face turns grim, but there’s no fear. There’s never fear. “I do.”
Jay nods, mulling over his thoughts, his desires. He looks at the other man, his comrade, his friend, his rock in the mess that’s become of his life and his world, and thinks I might never get this opportunity again. We may never get this chance again.
He takes a step, two. Eamerys tilts his head to one side, barely, and now he looks guarded.
“Jay?”
Jay takes another step, getting right into Eamerys’ personal space, and raises a hand. It hovers above Eamerys’ cheek while Jay searches for understanding and permission in those cobalt-blue eyes. They widen in surprise, then they fill with understanding, awe, and pain. Eamerys nods.
The hand cups his cheek, and Eamerys leans to it. Jay has to raise onto the tip of his toes, and then he softly touches his lips to the other man’s. Eamerys makes a soft noise in the back of his throat—desperation, maybe—and suddenly his hands are on Jay’s collar and the kiss turns deeper as the man uses his tongue to invade Jay’s mouth.
Jay lets him, getting drunk on the passion the other man usually reserves for battlefields only, greedily purchasing a grip on the long tresses he’s dreamed of getting his hands into for longer than he cares to remember.
“Jay, Jay. Jay, you—”
“Yes, Eam. Yes, ye—ah.”
The lips are now down his throat and Jay shudders then goes limp, letting the other man explore and kiss and claim, and there’s a needy whine that he doesn’t care to stop coming out of his throat.
It’s likely they are going to die. Who cares, then, about appearances? This is likely the only time they will get, short as it is, and he’s not about to deny either of them now that they’ve started.
His hands pull at the back of the other’s shirt. “Please. Please, Eam, please—” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, and he doesn’t care. He just knows he needs—
Sharp teeth pierce his skin and he howls, gasps, shivers. There’s an explosion of white-hot-pleasure-pain, and then a hand on his hair roughly pushes his face onto Eamerys’ neck.
Instinct takes over, and his fangs drop.
There’s the coppery taste of blood on his tongue and the indistinct feeling of mineminemineMINE thumping through his veins, and he knows—
No matter what happens, they will be together till the very end.