Original -- The City Adel; "So This is Love", "Damsel in Distress", and "Equivalent Exchange"
Everything I wrote ended up really short. These three together make up about 600 words in total.
Title: So This Is Love Author/Artist:ivoryandhorn Fandom: original -- the City Adel Pairing/Characters: Ralin/Flynn Rating: PG-13 Warnings: slight m/m Prompt Answered:The beginning of Ralin and Flynn's passionate love affair. Author's Notes: I didn't think I could get these characters together, but uh, I did. And I kind of like it. :)
“Hmm,” Flynn said, lighting up. Ralin wondered if he knew that smoking in bed was a fire hazard. “Not bad, for a rebound.”
“You’re not a rebound!” Ralin protested. Flynn smiled bitterly, smoke wreathing his face.
“C’mon babe, we both know the only reason you fucked me was because Sarha dumped you and I’ll spread ‘em for anything resembling a cock.”
Ralin climbed over the covers to face him. “Don’t think that way,” he said sternly, surreptitiously plucking the cigarette from Flynn’s fingers and grinding it out on the ashtray. “You’re smart, you have interesting hair, you’re hot and you’re funny and nice—deep down, anyway. I bet you’ve been the cause of many a rebound, yeah?”
Flynn smiled at him wanly. “You’ve heard Pevi. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, that’s me.”
“I don’t care,” Ralin declared.
“You’re just—“ Flynn broke off and looked away. “You’re just going from one heartbreak to another, you realize that, don’t you?”
“That’s what you think,” Ralin said stubbornly. “But I don’t.”
“You put out my cig, you fucker,” Flynn said at last. “You want this to work, don’t pull shit like that on me again.”
Ralin grinned and leaned in for a kiss.
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Title: Damsel in Distress Author/Artist:ivoryandhorn Fandom: original -- the City Adel Pairing/Characters: Flynn/Barakiel Rating: PG-13 Warnings: slight m/m Prompt Answered:Flynn/Barakiel, captivity scenario (kidnapping, prison guard/inmate, etc.) Author's Notes: This wasn't my first impulse when confronted with the prompt, but I'm glad it ended up this way.
FIve miLLioN, in DIamoNds. YOu’vE goT a wEEk to Get tHeM, wE’Ll conTaCt you aGAIn. BrEatHe a wORd to aNYonE and—WEll, yoU’ve gOT a prETTy boy. I Know sOmE gUYs who’D likE A pieCe of tHaT.
“Whaddaya think?” Flynn asked smugly. “Daddy dear’s gonna fold like a house of cards. God forbid his pwecious should take it up the ass.”
“You,” Barakiel said over his shoulder, “are one twisted motherfucker.”
“Aww, don’t you just say the sweetest things.” Flynn turned around for a kiss.
“Hey, man.” Barakiel slid a hand down his jeans. “Never said I didn’t like it.”
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Title: Equivalent Exchange Author/Artist:ivoryandhorn Fandom: original -- the City Adel Pairing/Characters: Yelina, Rawnel Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none. Prompt Answered:Rawnel shares something meaningful (a meal? a secret? ...bodily fluids?) with Yelina Author's Notes: I don't know what Pevi did to get into so much trouble that Yelina has to do this in order to bail him out. It was neat to play around with her on her own--normally I write her either in a group or interacting with Pevi alone.
“Are you ready?”
Yelina told herself to be calm. Pevi’d put his life on the line for her innumerable times before.
“Are you ready?”
What kind of twin would she be if she didn’t do the same when he needed it most? Even if the price was—
“…are you ready now?”
“Yes, I am,” she snapped, and immediately regretted it. As vampires went, Rawnel the Tamer of Shadows was a pretty easygoing individual, but Yelina was painfully aware that she was also one of the Elder Ones. Even if her dress sense ran towards dreadlocks and crop tops and jeans.
Rawnel nodded. “Got a bit of spirit in you,” she said, pleased. “That’ll serve you well, after the Changing. Help you fight the cravings.”
Yelina bowed her head and took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s start the ritual.”
The vampire's eyes glowed redly as Yelina took the silver-bladed knife and made the requisite cuts into her palms, her shoulders, her cheeks.
“You give the blood gift freely?” The sight of fresh blood seemed to be robbing her of a bit of control; Rawnel’s face seemed to sharpen and distort, at once the same and monstrous.
“I would have an exchange,” Yelina replied. She could feel the blood trickling down her cheeks like tears, curving under her jaw and down her throat; Rawnel laid hands on her shoulders, claws biting into her skin through the simple white clothes she’d worn as dictated. “Drink freely, but renew my life with your own gift of blood.”
“Agreed,” Rawnel said. “As I take, so will I give.”
“Then we are bound,” Yelina said shakily. “Drink and feed. To many under the moon.”