Last Line and Snippet Tag
I've been on a writing break these past few weeks, but in the interim, so many amazing souls have shared pieces of their upcoming fics with me. I've loved every moment of being able to see what everyone is up to! Thank you so much @oldbay-on-apples @larryyouknow @crinkle-eyed-boo @zannithinks @evilovesyou @pocketsunshineharry @mugglemirror @lululawrence @kingsofeverything @reminiscingintherain @sadaveniren @quelsentiment @londonfoginacup @brightgolden @solvetheminourdreams @justalarryblog @allwaswell16 @dehydratedpoolfics @haztobegood and @cyantific !!! I'm tagging you all back for last line, snippet, or both! Whatever you'd like to share if you have anything! Also, @theisolatedlily @fallinglikethis and @louandhazaf ? Anything to share?
I’ve decided to combine my tags. A first/last line from one WIP, and a snippet from another.
This is the first line of a fic I’m writing based on the awesome prompt @haztobegood sent me. This fic may or may not make it into @wordplayfics depending on how quickly I can write it.
The last time he woke up was eight months, twenty-eight days, and two hours ago.
This is a snip from my Larry ABO Sheet Anchor, originally a prompt for the @1daboficfest. (You can find more about the plot here.) @pocketsunshineharry is amazing and is letting me post it ‘better late than never’! It’s longer because I’ve been away and this is so unedited it’s comical.
“He can’t just drop, Haz. Omegas don’t drop anymore except maybe if they’ve some underlying medical condition. Tommo’s a Premier League athlete.”
“Well when has ‘that’s not possible’ ever stopped Lou? That’s his bloody password to do whatever you tell him he can’t do, Liam! I’m telling you, he’s dropped and I don’t have time to prove it to you.”
Sucking in another breath, Harry attempts to quell the rush of fear surging through him. He tucks the phone against his other shoulder, freeing his hand to brush stray strands out of Louis’s face.
When Louis doesn’t respond to his touch, anxiety grips Harry’s heart so his words come out strained. “It’s already been five minutes. I need to know what to do, Li. I can’t wake him. He can’t hear me.”
The Harry glances around the unfamiliar bedroom as he answers. “Yea. Yea we’re alone.”
“You’re sure there’re no alphas nearby?”
The sweat still cooling over his naked body heightens the freeze of dread oozing down Harry’s spine. Letting go of Louis is like getting a body that’s not his own to obey his commands. The air outside the sheets, away from Louis’s heat, needles into his skin. He peeks through the closed curtains at the empty street. The door to this bedroom creaks as he opens it a sliver to peer out. He strains to hear over the thud of blood rushing in his ears, listening for any signs of movement in the empty flat.
Louis’s omega abilities allow him to hear far better than Harry can. Until now they’ve relied on his heightened senses. Harry’s tried to make up for that shortcoming by paying attention to every little detail, but he knows biologically there’s only so much he can do.
“There’s no one here. We’re alone.” He snicks the door closed, flicks the deadbolt just in case.
“No threats?” Liam asks as Harry darts back to Louis’ side and settles Louis against him once more.
“Besides what’s already happened to us?” Harry shakes his head, pushing out a slow breath as he curls Louis closer to his chest. “It’s just us. I don’t know what happened, Li. We were having sex and he just dropped.”
Disbelief colours Liam’s tone so stark that Harry struggles to keep his heartbeat even and not succumb to his own shock.
The moment Liam flicks into doctor mode lances a rush of pure panic through Harry’s nervous system.
“Were you trying something new? Toys? Breathplay? Bondage?”
Harry wishes Liam had stayed in friend mode and quipped about not wanting to hear about his best mates’ sex lives. If Liam feels the need to go into doctor mode, it’s because he’s really fucking worried.
“No! Nothing! Payno, we were just-” Harry buries his nose in Louis’s hair, forcing himself to take a deep breath. This can’t be happening. Not here. Not now. His grip on the new phone tightens until the edges dig into his palm and knuckles. “We were just… Christ, we were just making love.”
His throat closes over the words. It’s the first time they’ve made love since everything’s happened. He’s risking everything just calling Liam, but Louis needs help. “There was nothing wrong. I didn’t go anywhere near his bondmark.”
Even with Louis tucked sideways against his chest, Harry’s staying as far away from it as he can be. Any contact now with the tender, darker patch of skin just above Louis’s right collarbone will only drag him further into his drop and away from Harry.
