I'm almost too scared to look at the last time I posted for real on this page. But IM BACK aaand I have a nearly completed fic to show for it. And yes, it's the raeda fic! I'm so excited for this thing. I've been working on it almost since I finished The Noceda House and it truly kicked my ass. I rewrote it like two or three times, revised it endlessly, and have been posting it to ao3 since the day of the finale (before i had seen it). But that's enough out of me, here's the link!
I'll be uploading little snippets of the chapters, as usual, but here's the premise:
Canon divergence, taking place after the presumed events of Watching and Dreaming, Raine and Eda make their way towards each other again as they search for normalcy and things settle down around them. Domesticity follows.
This is my "all the fluff" fic that had mentioned ages ago. I wanted it to be about mostly them, but I realized I can't write Eda’s character without her role as a mother and it would only make sense to write about how Raine was integrated into that family.
Hope you guys enjoy!
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I never did post the rest of Natural Melodies 's chapters, but the story is completed so y'all can check it out and read in a single sitting.
I did, however, finish the first one-shot from The Noceda House fic and I'm pretty excited about it. It's a little longer than I thought, but we already know I'm terrible at estimating so!
I happily bring you The Most Mudane Slice-of-life Date Ever, a lumity centric fic about that date Luz promised Amity, taking place in the Human Realm as they make the best out of a crummy situation.
There's a snippet under the cut of this post.
I'd also like to soft launch the next fic I'm working on, which is Gus-centric. Exciting stuff, I'm really looking forward to it. Until next time! (I'll be posting the raeda chaps soon)
Luz had been planning this for months. Well not this particular date under these particular circumstances, but a date with Amity. Any date with Amity.
Planning was a big word, too. It was more like daydreaming. She had a list she went through in her head of different dates.
Bowling, brunch, a movie, a picnic, the beach, roller skating, going for ice cream or milkshakes like in those old teen romance movies, or going to a bookstore, or—
"Luz? Hey, hello, where are you?" Hunter waved a hand in front of her face. She swatted it away.
"I'm right here."
He raised an eyebrow. "Right. Stop thinking about Blight for two seconds and focus. What can we get Camila?"
Luz scrunched her nose at that. "Just call her Mom already, sounds weird when you use her name."
Hunter blushed at the suggestion. "That's—that'd be disrespectful."
"You calling her Mom would be better than getting her something," Vee said from the cutting board. "Or we could make her dinner, like a nice one."
They were already making dinner, but it was just because it was their turn to cook that week. Gus and Amity had cleaned the common areas and Willow had been hanging up the laundry. Mamá would find the house spotless once she got back from work.
"If that's the case, Hunter should stick to peeling and cutting, and only what we hand you," Luz said, pointing a spoon in his direction. Last time he and Gus had been left in the kitchen alone, they'd created an abomination, the affront to nature kind not the magic kind.
Hunter shrugged. "It wasn't that terrible."
"Glad you could digest it," Luz shot back. "Now, el cumple de Mamá."
"I think it should be a small thing," Vee said, bringing Luz the diced potatoes and pumpkin for the beans. "We're already a handful, don't wanna stress her out more than necessary."
"Right, so dinner, maybe game night? Or a movie. And cake."
"No ghouls?"
"No ghouls, Hunter. She doesn't need one to follow her around the whole day, telling her how many years she's got left."
He raised his hands defensively. "It helps you appreciate your remaining days, that's all I'm saying."
"It is effective," Vee agreed. "But it might give Mom a heart attack, so no."
"Thank you, I like my mothers alive," Luz said playfully. But the phrase only made her think of Eda. Her stomach swooped anxiously, an itching desperation crawling down her nerves. She could only hope that Eda was okay. That King was okay.
She ran a hand down her face, trying to ground herself. It was easy to spiral. Her friends were safe. She was with Mamá. They were doing everything they could to get back. These things were enough.
They're not, but they have to be.
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