Hi there! My name’s creatif evil and I just joined this community after finally watching ‘the Brothers Grimm’ on dvd. I’m really awed at the good works I’ve seen here, and sadly there’s not enough (swoonable) grimmcest out there. Of course, just coming up so unmannered I’m bearing gifts in form of a little drabble-like ficlet. *bows* I’ll hope you will accept this little token and keep up this awesome community.
Title: No happily ever after
Author: yanjara/creatif_evil
Characters: Angelika, Wilhelm/Jacob Grimm
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They’re definitely not mine… sadly
Summary: It was such an exciting little game
Warnings: Incest, Slash, implications of sexuel situations, maybe a little Angelika-Ooc
Author's Note: This was a late night work, that just seemed to ooze out of my brain… and I would’t change it for anythig in the world. Also I don’t dislike Angelika, but she served my purpose well. *courtesies*
Word Count:: 234
It always seemed so easy, just slipping her fingers in the younger brothers short brown hair and kissing him, almost as if she meant it.
A burning stare in the back of her mind and she was gone like the wind, meeting Will's snarling lips in a frenzy of heat, basking in his jealousy.
Another night with both brothers gone off in a violent argument and she was roaming the wilds, seeking them out, even now enjoying their battle, for it complimented her skillful game.
Finding them at last in a dark clearing, she waited expectantly for tonights claiming.
Wild eyes gazing, dishevelled hair moving, like two beautific wondrous animals they clashed when words had gone and their breath came in short gasps.
She bathed in the glorious feeling of their devotion, nearly stepping out of her hide just to tease them further. Golden hair flying furiously and then, in a moment of complete silence, passionate lips locking, tonques moving and impatient hands roaming.
When the first moan filled the silence, she stumbled backwards, not comprehending what error she had commited to destroy her perfect little game.
Tourning around she flew the clearing, the sounds of her little ‘miscalculation’ following her until she had reached her house and buried her head in her beddings.
When the next morning news from the secret departure of the Brothers Grimm reached her ears, Angelika never said a word.
El Fin