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BtVS: Le Petit Mort (1/1) First Slayer/OFC - FRAO/NC-17
Holy crap, you gals and guys, I managed to conquer my fic challenge! WOO!
Title: Le Petit Mort
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: First Slayer/OFC
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; sex, language, hunting violence
Word Count: 512
Summary: Death is her gift.
Beta Crew:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written for
femslash_minis Round 76 (my apologies for my lateness). I was assigned to write for Lamia Archer who requested First Slayer/OFC and the following elements: rabbit skin, bones, and sunsets. I hope this suits your needs, hun.

Art by
snowpuppies
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The elders chant, laying their crippled, decaying fingers upon your weary head:
Death is your gift.
The demons cry, writhing in pain as they burst into swirls of smoke and desert dust. You are stronger than they and they submit to the wooden stake as it passes through skin and flesh and heart.
Death is your gift.
The rabbit bleeds, barely twitching as the silver blade in your hand divests it of its soft black fur. This is the fur that will bring comfort to your body. The meat inside will be your dinner. The fragile, sturdy bones will be your presentation to the Gods, requesting their protection.
Death is your gift.
This is who you are, what you know, and what you will always be.
Death is your gift.
But it’s her gift too and you cannot help but wonder if there is a possibility that she knows how to use it better than you.
II.
Her body presses against yours, forcing the gnarled branches of the Joshua tree to dig into your spine. Her breath is hot against your cheek, her forked tongue flicks across your jaw like a snake searching for the scent of fear in its prey. She should know by now that she will find no fear pulsing through your veins, but she searches for it anyway, hoping one day she’ll find a rabbit she can gut and devour instead of the warrior you will always be.
Your eyes do not focus on the flesh that rubs against you, on the fire that burns within your loins as her fingers slide underneath the hem of your leather skirt and into the places where the skin creases and folds, where your mysteries lie, eager to lay themselves bare for her greedy mouth to feast on.
Her eyes, dark and sinister, roll back inside her head, clearly seeking out the mental imagery that will shape her intentions. She will fuck you with her fingers and make your hips buck like a deer in heat. She will make you grunt, make you scream. She will find the demons tied to your soul and she will unleash them in a whirlwind of ecstasy and magic.
As your body surrenders itself to her, you do not close your eyes. You do not lose yourself completely in the sensations because you know that is a weakness. She cannot know your weaknesses for if she does, she will defeat you.
Instead, you focus your gaze on the flame of the sun, vibrantly orange and bloody red, dipping its face towards the Earth. You watch as it comes dangerously close to the line of trees, but you know it will never burn them. The trees never sizzle or pop. They remain there so that you can continue to slay the demons, the vampires, the forces of darkness.
Except for her.
She cannot be killed and you accept that.
She will live as long as you live.
She will breathe as long as you breathe.
First Evil.
First Slayer.
You are both the beginning, but you have no end.
Title: Le Petit Mort
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: First Slayer/OFC
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; sex, language, hunting violence
Word Count: 512
Summary: Death is her gift.
Beta Crew:
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Author’s Note: Written for
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I.
The elders chant, laying their crippled, decaying fingers upon your weary head:
Death is your gift.
The demons cry, writhing in pain as they burst into swirls of smoke and desert dust. You are stronger than they and they submit to the wooden stake as it passes through skin and flesh and heart.
Death is your gift.
The rabbit bleeds, barely twitching as the silver blade in your hand divests it of its soft black fur. This is the fur that will bring comfort to your body. The meat inside will be your dinner. The fragile, sturdy bones will be your presentation to the Gods, requesting their protection.
Death is your gift.
This is who you are, what you know, and what you will always be.
Death is your gift.
But it’s her gift too and you cannot help but wonder if there is a possibility that she knows how to use it better than you.
II.
Her body presses against yours, forcing the gnarled branches of the Joshua tree to dig into your spine. Her breath is hot against your cheek, her forked tongue flicks across your jaw like a snake searching for the scent of fear in its prey. She should know by now that she will find no fear pulsing through your veins, but she searches for it anyway, hoping one day she’ll find a rabbit she can gut and devour instead of the warrior you will always be.
Your eyes do not focus on the flesh that rubs against you, on the fire that burns within your loins as her fingers slide underneath the hem of your leather skirt and into the places where the skin creases and folds, where your mysteries lie, eager to lay themselves bare for her greedy mouth to feast on.
Her eyes, dark and sinister, roll back inside her head, clearly seeking out the mental imagery that will shape her intentions. She will fuck you with her fingers and make your hips buck like a deer in heat. She will make you grunt, make you scream. She will find the demons tied to your soul and she will unleash them in a whirlwind of ecstasy and magic.
As your body surrenders itself to her, you do not close your eyes. You do not lose yourself completely in the sensations because you know that is a weakness. She cannot know your weaknesses for if she does, she will defeat you.
Instead, you focus your gaze on the flame of the sun, vibrantly orange and bloody red, dipping its face towards the Earth. You watch as it comes dangerously close to the line of trees, but you know it will never burn them. The trees never sizzle or pop. They remain there so that you can continue to slay the demons, the vampires, the forces of darkness.
Except for her.
She cannot be killed and you accept that.
She will live as long as you live.
She will breathe as long as you breathe.
First Evil.
First Slayer.
You are both the beginning, but you have no end.
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I'm bouncing with glee right now because this challenge seemed so difficult six hours ago and now I have a finished product and I'm proud! /dork.
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Gabrielle
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This is fantastic. There are so many things I love about it: the dark, magical tone; the brilliant use of second person; the steady, heavy rhythm; the old-timey, mythical word choice. In so few words, you did so much for the characters. Thank you.
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… but I can’t help thinking the Slayer we know best, would strongly disagree.
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Thanks for reading.
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You've been Nominated at The Absence of Light Awards!
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Re: You've been Nominated at The Absence of Light Awards!
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Also, love your LJ banner :)
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Very unique and powerful look at the First Slayer.
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Thank you so much for giving it a try. It's nice to know this little story is being recommended to others.
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Thanks!
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I really like how you kept repeating the line "Death is your gift." I believe that line repeated that way it is helped to keep the pacing in the first part. Without it, the first part would have been too short. That line also did well to set up the mood for the second part.
As for the second part, I don't think I've ever read a sex scene that was so artfully done. It kind of sneaks up on you and carries you away to the end.
Now, the ending really surprised me. I feel that I should have expected that twist of the First Evil being there, but I was so swept up in the poetry that it was truly a plot twist when I read it.
Having said all that, I also want to say that I really enjoyed reading this. It's not what I would normally read, but I did enjoy it. Great job! Thank you for writing and sharing with everyone.
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I'm really glad that this story worked for you. :)
Thanks for the feedback!
Feedbackathon comment!
Instead, you focus your gaze on the flame of the sun, vibrantly orange and bloody red, dipping its face towards the Earth. You watch as it comes dangerously close to the line of trees, but you know it will never burn them. The trees never sizzle or pop. They remain there so that you can continue to slay the demons, the vampires, the forces of darkness.
Trees sizzling is such an honest statement, but it really stood out for me. I had perfect clarity and connection to her vision of the sunset.
I do wish it were longer, as I would absolutely read more. For a short fic, your pace is good and the ending is crisp, but not overly abrupt. I think you could continue with this though, maybe make a series of shorts? Or even flip sides and write from The First's perspective.
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I will take your ideas into consideration.
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First Slayer/First Evil Pairing... or should I say "Coupling"
Isn't this a nifty little story, and kind of weird... this is actually quite nice as far as stories go, and I was looking for this for quite some time, so I am delighted to have found it again!
Your work is spectacular, Snogged!
I plan on putting this in my "Memorable Entries" function and sharing it, Your opinion on that please.
I await your answer before I do anything, but please don't daudle.
Sincerely your fan,
Vantiri
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I appreciate you think it's worthy to add to your memories. Yes, you can share.
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Mainly I am eyeing the Willow/Kennedy stuff "self-destruct button" and the Veruca/VampWillow ones as well.
IS there Any specific ones that you don't want me to share? This I think would be far easier and a far better way to decide which ones to aviod sharing, then I would have free reign to add the others into my journal with your name attached to them (I will NOT plagerize Anything!), and we'd both be happy.
Sincerely your fan, You've bagged me with your wonderful stories,
Vantiri.
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P.S. "Self-Destruct Button" is not a Willow/Kennedy story. It's a Willow/Spike story. Kennedy is not treated kindly.
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Self-Destruct Button seems to be findable under the catagory of Willow/Kennedy, but as you wrote the story, I take your word for that.
I am asking now about if I may add that one to my Livejournal via the "Share" button, and if you check, you'll find that all your stories you gave me permission will always be credited to yourself- I won't steal anything, of that I promise!
I kind of like that one, but it is long.
You said that "Kennedy isn't treated kindly" is that in the story, or by you, or by many fans, or any combonation of the above? I really want to understand.
I guess I'm one of her fans- for a number of reasons, one of which is that some fans of hers quite unintentionally made her kind of my adopted sister... I hate her actions in some regards, but love the girl (character), so in a surprising number of my tales, she's good- not in all of her behavior, but all in all.
If she isn't treated kindly by other fans, why not stand up for her? I don't mean to run you down, I am after information on your views regarding her.
The story that made me sort-of fall in love with her was "Guarded" Season 9 Vol 3 of Buffy, after that I started to love her and genuienly feel for her.
Sincerely;
Vantiri.
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The reason there's a Willow/Kennedy tag is that Willow and Kennedy are living in Brazil when Willow gets invited to Los Angeles by one of the members of the Black Thorn.
You may also want to consider just sharing this link on your journal: http://snogged.livejournal.com/tag/fic%3A%20self%20destruct%20button
Then you can tell people to come check out the link if they want to read the story. It is multiple chapters and it seems unfair to flood your friends list by sharing each chapter individually.
I don't really feel that I need to defend my views about Kennedy. I just don't like the character.