#we're just gonna ignore the absolutely horrid angst I have planned for these 2 haha

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wip snippet dec 10 2024 ; meet leonei & fane

me sharing a decent chunk of my actual writing on here for once? hell fuckign yeah

i'm working on taking some old fanfics I never finished and adapting them into an oc fantasy series, and I really wanna share a snippet of this half-done scene I just rewrote haha. still working on a name for the series but hopefully i'll have that info soon.

this snippet is heavily suggestive + leading up to full-blown smut so uh. 18+ only please!

anyway. lil bit of info on the characters so far + snippet below the cut!

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characters featured:

Leonei Halleau ; 43 yr old human, magical/mystic scholar with a dark past. bisexual king, hopeless romantic. puts his faith in all the wrong places (but also the right places... all the places rlly). 5'6, chubby, white skin, shoulder-length & very wavy strawberry blond hair, bit of facial hair, dark puppy eyes.

Fanetherias / Fane ; 27 yr old dhampir, recovering bandit and certified hater. toxic gay, serious attachment issues. has no faith in anyone ever at any point in time. 5'9, lean, tanned white skin, loosely waved black hair that reaches his mid-back, clean-shaven and likes it that way, reddish-brown eyes with cat-like pupils.

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snippet:

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A prickle of irritation runs through Fane. He lifts his brows at Leonei, still stroking his finger along the book's spine, and asks, "Really, darling? That's all?"

Something… odd flashes across Leonei's face. A strange light in his eyes, a slight twist to his mouth — though the pulsing of his blood keeps the same steady rhythm it has all night.

Whatever that look is, it disappears in the blink of an eye, replaced by Leonei's easy smile. Or what's usually his easy smile. At the moment, there's something also brittle about it.

"Yes," Leonei says, with a sort of certainty that Fane can't help but doubt. "That's all. Now, if you please?" He holds his hand out for the book.

This could be simple. All Fane would have to do is place the book in Leonei's hand and carry on, forget all about it, let the man pretend that he's as innocent as he apparently wants to be.

But Fane is curious, admittedly. Almost as curious as he is irritated by Leonei's obvious pretense.

He could very well be risking a blade in the throat, or the whole camp set upon him, if he pushes it any further. But, for some inexplicable reason… well, he doesn't fully believe that Leonei would want anyone to hurt him. He wouldn't go so far as to say he trusts Leonei, but for all his history, the man is oddly averse to seeing people killed or in pain.

So he pushes it anyway.

Fane clicks his tongue and leans forward, further into Leonei's space, ignoring the perplexed look he receives. "Come now, darling." His hand leaves the book's spine and darts forward to grip Leonei's chin.

Leonei freezes. Eyes widening and cheeks flushing a soft pink.

Fane flashes his fangs at him. "Tell me why you're so desperate to hide this wonderful book, hm? Are you afraid that someone will learn all your dirty little secrets?" He pauses, letting his grin spread wider as Leonei just stares back at him. "Or perhaps you want it to be a game? Maybe you hope that if you act ignorant enough, someone will take the opportunity to hold you down and show you exactly what it all means." He slides his thumb along Leonei's jaw. "Is that what you want?"

He expects offense. Bashful embarrassment, maybe.

He doesn't expect Leonei to shiver.

It's not even a miniscule movement, something that one could only see if they were to look close enough. No, it's a full-body thing, and Fane can see its full course, running all the way up Leonei's body. Beneath Fane's fingers, Leonei's jaw tightens.

Leonei clearly doesn't expect it either, considering the way he immediately averts his eyes once it's passed through him. Face bright pink and eyes darker than they were just moments ago. Heartbeat at a rabbit's pace now, breath not yet forceful but still shaking on every exhale.

And he hasn't even tried to pull away.

Fane is seized by the realization that he's just struck gold.

"Oh," he breathes. Tilting his head and drinking in the sight of Leonei's flushed face. "That is what you want."

Leonei's throat bobs in response, and Fane finds himself unable to look away from the glide of Leonei's tongue across his bottom lip.

Does the man even realize he's doing it? He must not, not when he blinks (eyelashes fluttering prettily with it) and smiles thinly at Fane. Meeting his eyes for only a moment, just to say, "Well, if you've come here to have a laugh, I'm sure you've found one." Then his eyes dart away once more. That odd little look overcoming his face again. "Keep the book, if you like. I'll just —"

He tries to pull back, to withdraw from the grip on his chin, and some strange, primal sense of need grips Fane. Leonei looks so pretty like this, after all, and for some reason — well. Fane could certainly be happy with more.

He tightens his hold on Leonei's chin before the man can escape him. Tugs him forward, till they're almost nose to nose. Leonei's eyes meet his again, owlish with shock.

Like this, Fane can feel the warm puff of Leonei's breath against his lips, and he wonders if Leonei can feel the cold of his. All Fane would have to do is press just the slightest bit more, take those pretty lips and inhale Leonei's breath as if it's his own. Claim that mouth with his tongue, dig his fangs into Leonei's bottom lip and suckle blood from the wound. Feel Leonei shiver and quake beneath his hands as he takes him apart.

It's greedy. It's selfish. It makes something burn and itch beneath his skin.