|08:33 pm - I wrote something|
I re-watched the 3rd season of The Originals lately and it reminded me how much I wanted Marcel/Vincent fics. There are none on AO3, this fandom is not fanfic heavy in general, so I decided to write my own. It’s just a little 350 words ficlet. I haven’t written fanfic in ages and it’s been so nice to do it again. I probably won’t post it anywhere else, I would need a beta-reader to do that, and I don’t even know where to start looking.
So here it is:
Title: It Happened One Night
Fandom: The Originals
Pairing: Vincent Griffith/Marcel Gerard
Rating: teen and up (it was PG-13, R or NC-17 all those years ago when I was still writing fanfic, but I’m using AO3 rating here :))
Summary: Vincent and Marcel establishing relations post season 3
Vincent knew he was drawn to the darkness. He even said that to Cami that one time (and damn it, if it still didn’t hurt, remembering what was done to her and how she died). Marcel could get under his skin like nobody else. But he also fascinated Vincent, there was no denying that. There was an uneasy truce between them now, after the Mikalesons were gone and Hayley disappeared who knows where. It forced them to interact on more or less regular basis. Those interaction weren’t always nice and quiet. More often than not they ended in heated arguments that left Vincent breathless and irritated and pretending it has nothing to do with those other feelings building inside him gradually for quite some time now. And finally came the night when he couldn’t pretend anymore.
They were arguing, angry words and sarcastic remarks in equal measures, getting closer and closer to each other. Abruptly, and with the great deal of not really a surprise, Vincent realized that all this arguing was making him turned on. No, not arguing, but Marcel, agitated and angry and hot, hunger in his eyes, not for blood, different kind of hunger. And suddenly they were kissing and it was hard to say who made the first move. Marcel pushed him on the bed and the last rational thought that went through Vincent’s mind was that this room was Klaus Mikaleson’s bedroom once. Then it was just lust and passion and teeth, even, human teeth, biting his neck, and strong hands pushing his legs apart and stripping him with unnatural speed. Then it was just Marcel on top of him, rubbing against him, inside him... It made Vincent gasp and moan and forget everything beside here and now and the pleasure rising inside him with every thrust.
Afterwards Marcel said “you don’t have to leave”, and Vincent, who had no intention of moving for at least a few more hours, just sighed and said “how very generous of you” and “get me something to drink, would you”. And Marcel laughed and poured them both healthy amount of Klaus’ best bourbon.
Current Mood: accomplished