New Fic: The Prince's Boy (NC-17)
Aug. 30th, 2009 11:31 pmI thought I'd share this here. It's a piece of erotic original fic I'm writing. The whole shebang is being serialized over at circlet.com, but I thought you all would appreciate it, too.
The main pairing consists of two young men, "of age," (hence 18 since I am in the USA...), whom you may notice have some Harry/Draco-like dynamics about their relationship. I have no doubt that this is the most "fanfic-like" original fic I've written...!
Chapter One
Prince Kenet:
I have a memory that I know I cannot have. And yet it persists in my mind as clearly as any other memory. I remember her screaming. I remember my father holding her in his arms as she died. I remember him crying. You must understand, my father never cries. I cannot imagine him doing it. So it must be a memory, since I would never be able to conjure up such an image on my own. I remember them covering her face with a cloth, and bearing the body away. And then I remember my father collapsing into someone else's arms. A soldier dressed all in black.
Jorin says it can't be a memory, because no one can remember when they were born. No one can remember that moment or the minutes afterward. But I remember my mother dying while bearing me.
So I'm either deluded, or different.
Jorin would say I'm both.
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My next earliest memory is of Jorin himself. ( Read more... )
The main pairing consists of two young men, "of age," (hence 18 since I am in the USA...), whom you may notice have some Harry/Draco-like dynamics about their relationship. I have no doubt that this is the most "fanfic-like" original fic I've written...!
Chapter One
Prince Kenet:
I have a memory that I know I cannot have. And yet it persists in my mind as clearly as any other memory. I remember her screaming. I remember my father holding her in his arms as she died. I remember him crying. You must understand, my father never cries. I cannot imagine him doing it. So it must be a memory, since I would never be able to conjure up such an image on my own. I remember them covering her face with a cloth, and bearing the body away. And then I remember my father collapsing into someone else's arms. A soldier dressed all in black.
Jorin says it can't be a memory, because no one can remember when they were born. No one can remember that moment or the minutes afterward. But I remember my mother dying while bearing me.
So I'm either deluded, or different.
Jorin would say I'm both.
--
My next earliest memory is of Jorin himself. ( Read more... )