Erostober 2025: Day Thirty-one

[tweague]

UNBELIEVABLY, WE HAVE MADE IT TO THE END OF THE MONTH! Thanks to all who have been reading along, I hope you've enjoyed at least a proportion of the fills, I now have to remember how to write things that aren't 60% filth-based, oh my god. I'm pleased to have done it, it was an interesting exercise to have to get something down on paper even when I wasn't massively feeling the prompts. I'm not sure I'll be volunteering for another daily-posting challenge at least for the foreseeable future though, because the one thing I've mostly learned is that the fun went out of it quite rapidly at the point when I started actually posting things and began second-guessing everything I had ever written, but I was too stubborn to stop 😂 BUT HEY, IT'S FINISHED NOW 🎉🎉🎉

As for today's fill - I'm not sure this is how I think this conversation is always going to go, but this is one version of it, anyway.

Erostober, Day 31: Re-union / Homecoming - Nipple play - Coming untouched - Plague / sickness
Title: And turneth the shadows of death into the morning.
Rating: T.
Pairing: James "Biggles" Bigglesworth &/ Major Mullen.
Words: 1.9k.
Summary: The morning after the night before (twenty years after).
Note: A small possible follow-up to my old fic Home Leave, February 1917.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71612771/chapters/191457356