[fic] Architeuthis: Start With a Slip Knot
[Jared/Misha]
Title: Start With a Slip Knot
Writer: architeuthis
Alternate links: At Dreamwidth and original post on Blindfold
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Misha/Jared, aka Mishalecki :)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Writer's warnings: Language. Porn. Scent kink. Collaring. Mild power exchange. Technically this is not a knotting fic, but a knot and other elements of the kink are present. References to the elaborate sex lives of werewolves, including procreative sex with normal animals. Additional enticement: bottom-Jared :D
Length: 8149
Summary: Jared's just in town to beg for table scraps. That was the plan, before he met Misha.
Reccer's notes: This was, hands down, my favourite fill on blindfold_spn, and possibly one of my favourite feel-good stories ever. I made extremely high pitched and embarrassing very dignified noises upon reading each update. YOU, dear reader, if you have not already read this fic (and if you have, it's clearly time for a re-read) should head over because it's an utterly delightful tale set in a small town in which Jared, homeless werewolf, becomes attached to Misha, knitting warlock extraordinaire, who seduces Jared in a wholly original manner.
It's charming, it's engaging, it has little murmurs of a wider story for Jared, and it also contains sex which is screen-meltingly hot. It has bonus knitting references! It's a werewolf fic in which the dude with the knot bottoms! Who could resist such a wondrous joy? The world is a better place for the mere existence of this story, and every time you read it, a fairy gets a kitten and a fresh bag of sparkles.
I include the excerpt below because part of it is what made a friend of mine (who cares not even a little bit for Supernatural and its associated RPF possibilities) click through and leave a comment expressing bewildered delight. Perhaps you will be less confused by the source of all those feelings.
[Short excerpt]
"Jared," Misha says flatly, and Jared shuts his mouth and stops embarrassing them both. "I'm a warlock, for God's sake. I've known what you are since I laid eyes on you."
Jared splutters. "You're the reason every family with kids in this town has aconite growing in their yard!"
"Guilty," says Misha, and then actually does look guilty. "I hope I didn't cause you any trouble. I care about these people a lot, and you were an unknown quantity."
Jared stares at him. His stomach grumbles again, and Misha pokes him in the arm with a plastic fork until he accepts it. "What's a warlock doing in the middle of nowhere?"
"Making a killing on Etsy," Misha says, negotiating them out of the parking lot. "Blogging. Hosting fibercraft retreats. Going to barbecues. Knitting teeny tiny platypuses and hiding them around town. Sometimes I do a little magic. I could've made a living at it, but I like wool better." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel. "Anyway, don't dis my town. There's enough somewhere here to make you stick around. At first I thought you were a scout, but you don't have a pack at all, do you?"